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mangacat201 · 1 year

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EDDIE'S POST

(second attempt because I lost the 1st draft to my own stupidity and the trust in tumblr that saving drafts actually meant SAVING them. I'll try and recreate my thoughts but.. ah well.)

Ok ok ok, but now i have to go back to that thought i just had about eddie and dating.

Eddie needs to learn.

He's objectively bad at this, it's been said in canon multiple times (like... loudly... by Buck... and Christopher, the people who are his closest family), he is bad at ROMANTIC relationships.

He learned how to be a dad by showing up, being overwhelmed, being bad at it, failing his family over and over, but never to stop trying. And ultimately he succeeded at being a GOOD dad that way.

He learned how to be an adult by showing up to it, being bad at it, failing spectacularly in some places, but putting in the work to claw himself together when he hit the breaking point in 5B. And he's still in the process, but he's always been a good HUMAN along the way.

He never learned how to be a romantic partner, because there's so much that was on his plate when he should have been learning to do that and even though he was trying as well, has been trying, it's never quite shaken out. Something had to give.

He's been slowly spiralling down since the shooting... since Shannon died... since she left him... since the other shooting... since he grew up corsetted into a certain expectation of manhood... you get the drift. And only when he hit rock bottom in Fear-o-Phobia, which broke open all those wounds big time, could he start building himself back up again. And looking at him now, wow, what a journey it's been.

We see him now in a place where he's moving past his grief, for the important people in his life that he lost, but also for the boy, the young man, he never got to be.

He misses Shannon, but he's good, sitting with the memory of her. He reaches out to his parents past the generational trauma, actively trying to develop those relationships. And I've read a couple of reviews now lamenting the lack of personal season-arc storylines (other than Buck), but tbh I feel like for Eddie, his arc lies in what we see not happening instead of what we do see.

I can't recall a single instance in this whole season where he wasn't utterly confident in his choices as a parent. There was domestic homework and family outings and first crushes and yes, hard conversations, but even those honest and healthy and...

Eddie's always been a good dad, but now he KNOWS it.

He's also always been confident in his abilities as a first responder, sure in his competence and his place in the 118, but after setting himself right, after coming back, in this season there's a feel to him that it was the right decision to return, but he's also more open, more playful in a lighthearted, cheeky way (Cursed, anyone?) and ready the share the wisdom of his journey with people who haven't quite made it as far yet if and when they need it (advising Felisa on her future, holding off on telling Buck his opinion on the donor stuff, letting him come as needed). It just feels like he spend the season coming into his own, as a father, as a son, as a steady part of the firefam and it's been delightful to watch him go.

The only thing he hasn't made any progress on, and his single greatest insecurity in my book is how to be a good romantic partner. He doesn't trust himself with romantic relationships and given his track record, that's unsurprising. We saw this season, just how fast had to mature, just how many milestones he blew past without touching them in that regard and so it's entirely logical that his call setting up the date with Marisol was like the 30-something equivalent of a note being passed under the desk saying "Do you like me? Cross Yes? No?" and he was all but dancing around the room like a teenager (which was very cute, ngl). What he did though was take an active approach, put himself out there, dipped his toes in unfamiliar waters.

And Marisol? She read the same way, a little awkward, a little off colour, maybe equally unpractised, but brave enough to try.

And she likes to fix houses. Turns them from four empty walls into homes, she's good at it, too, but once she's finished a project, it's kinda implied that she moves on to the next (fixing her brother's house after her own).

Maybe getting to know her, getting to date her, finding out what it's like to go into a relationship with no expectation but to enjoy each other's company, to learn yourself as a person like that, is exactly what Eddie HAS been looking for, what he needs for now. Not as necessarily the be all and end all of things, but as the last piece of the puzzle on his healing journey to be ready to reach for the thing that he actually wants, that he's actually built over a long long time and that he wants to be good for. To be a whole as person ready to be there for his romantic partner to lean on when they need it (the way he promised Buck to have his back literally a day into their knowing each other and a hot minute into their friendship, but we later learned Shannon had accused him of not doing, which was kinda true? But also the single most devastating thing she could have said to him in that moment? Cause he was trying so hard, but going the wrong way, for them).

And he's going to need to be ready for when Buck hits that rock bottom (which we know will happen, that boy is held together by spit and papermache plastered over a dozen traumas in a trenchcoat, yo), whether with romantic implications or without, and complete his circle.

Idek. Or maybe I'm just blasting hot air out of my overtaxed brain coils.

Anyway, to be continued in Buck's Post (if I can get my two braincells to rub together and actually note down my thoughts) which I will attempt to link back here once it exists.

#911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 meta #Eddie Diaz #Eddie's journey of healing #6B thoughts #I still dont know how I feel about the finale tbh I have so many conflicting emotions cause so much awesome but also so much bleargh?

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mallbangs · 7 months

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in 2017, i tried to start this project where anyone could call a number and leave a voicemail of literally anything; sounds, memories, whatever they wanted that was tied to a music project called enoshima that had gone dormant until “recently”. i put “recently” in quotes bc i guess we will just have to wait and see (if ur like me with trying to find new music, if u do enough digging on the internet i’m sure you’ll find some stuff) the goal was to use a landline phone with cassette answering machine so i could keep hard copies for a future use of an idea. after buying three used landline phones and phone calls not triggering the answering machines but luckily would still get email copies of the few voicemail audio files i did…in short, the idea failed miserably due to lack of reach, personal reasons, and money because its not free to have a phone number lol and the enoshima project just went dormant with its own reasons as well…

in 2019, i started to brainstorm a more intentional concept that would connect the caller/listener with the music i had started to write (the current project, mallbangs, that i feel lucky enough and honored to work with the people i do now and have had worked with previously, when it always feels so embarrassing for me to release any of it) and the kind of experience i am trying to thread together now, community and a space in the art, music from inside and outside the digital space. i guess attempting to ground the way that i and i think a lot of ppl consume art these days; strictly through their phones.. it’s why i use my music in the voicemail videos and posts with the hope that ppl make the connection that it’s tied together..well.. it sorta started to gain very little traction but better than it had ever previously.

i think the fact that it began to reach ppl was in part due to 2020 and everything that started unfolding that year; pandemic, quarantine, school years and graduations/normal experiences just evaporated, here in the united states the murders of george floyd and rayshard brooks and the summer uprising of 2020.. i could obviously go on… come january 4th 2022, after a year or so of randomly posting about it because i started to think it wasn’t something ppl were really interested in, it went viral. i spent literally 24 hrs, multiple days, no sleep, emptying the voicemail box every 10 - 20 minutes because that many ppl were calling. i got so anxious, and this feeling of guilt because i wanted everyone who was calling to have the ability to leave one. i didn’t want to let anyone down those first weeks. it’s not as intense as it was then but im still emptying the voicemail box multiple times a day. i’m ngl i freaked out. it was completely overwhelming.

through out last year the project, my personal, and music accounts nearly got banned about 20 times or so because i was unaware that i was doing something that wasn’t allowed on a certain platform. somehow, all of the accounts survived, and it’s up to over 80k voicemails. i even started accepting DMs to post just in case speaking was too much for someone and that’s at a few thousand now. started a p.o. box as well and that’s been very little. allowing the project to evolve into web of different formats naturally as it feels that it wants to. i’m not sure if someone’s written words are any easier to absorb than hearing some ppls pain audibly. both written and audio recorded msgs have made me breakdown more than i can count on what seems inevitable but still for unknown reasons to myself, unexpected.

the new song gutter was inherently inspired and written about all of those emotions i had and have been feeling from the voicemails and what not as well as my own personal shit whether i was consciously aware of it at the time or not. some of the time im oblivious when writing. more often than not it just happens melodies and lyrics fall out like word vomit. stream of consciousness or serendipitous i guess. it became evident it was inspired by all of the aforementioned when i started trying to piece together random lyrics it already had ruminating and while demoing it out. the song had started to, in a way, show me what i was trying to convey. which is why you hear the guttural stutter in the beginning and end. its the dying sound of the radio in my car i no longer have for transportation and hundreds of voicemails collaged together in the demo. When i went to actually record the song, i insisted on keeping that collaged stutter of voicemail’s and noise bc it would have lost what i felt made it even more personal for me. idk if this is fucking pretentious or stupid to say, but that incessant stutter is like symbolic for getting drowned out when u need to be heard.. isolation.. denial.. i guess, if the lyrics are even that revealing. i always try to make lyrics not so surface level but yea i think this one is maybe more surface level than others and yea i just think the stutter sounds cool too.

if you’ve been following the music or the voicemail project for a while, this song could either have been a subliminal experience (of) or maybe surface level at best what its place is in either the VM project or in the music; descending from the official version, a demo version lazily titled “sorry demo”, and the early version which was an acoustic demo. the latter of said three versions had long been the de facto voicemail project song for a while, I guess.

if its familiar to you because you know me its probably because, as you know, I tend to neurotically play so many song ideas on the guitar into the ground that it’s to the point I don’t realize Im playing them when im around y’all lol

to everyone else, if this song had been familiar at all to you prior to it being released it is because the acoustic demo version was used around that period of time in 2022 when i was repeatedly getting threatened with being banned.. potentially losing the VM project’s account, the art, and the memories of genuine interactions with strangers that I often tend to think isn’t really real sometimes. Like having felt some of you accepted me for me or what I am emotionally/comfortably able to present to you online..and in that sentiment irl I maybe take for granted interactions with new potential friends or even strangers sometimes as well tbh.

I realize all of that previous paragraph could be redundant, im sorry :/ But, I have such strong passion for the music and the voicemail thing. So much so that i’ve never monetized any of the voicemail stuff. i’ve never made any “merch/products” to sell or have tried to turn it into a business because these things i create or write mean more to me than the idea of “curating for profit”. never intended for any of the voicemail stuff to be a “marketing strategy” thing. the music hasn’t been recognized as part of this thing, probably due to my lack of making the concept of all of this clear, and probably because of my pride in not wanting any of this to be perceived as such. which i know in this capitalistic hellscape it will be ripped off and done in such a way that someone may be successful from it, its already happening as many have pointed out to me.

out of all this silly voicemail thing and my musical attempt, the most important thing i’ve learned is that everyone just needs someone to speak to even if they don’t talk back. someone just to listen. to be able to get lost in music that takes them somewhere they can feel comfortable like i try to do everyday when listening to music. the voicemails, the DMs, writing music.. it gets very mentally and emotionally overwhelming for me.. listening to them everyday, reading the DMs everyday, struggling to gather the energy in me that never seems to wither to just write.. and if someone offered me a path that is without any of that? i wouldn’t take it. even if it meant making some of these lingering feelings just go away for good.

a few people have told me to end the project because they’re afraid of what it could be doing to me. their concern is valid. i won’t deny that. but i feel as if this thing is larger than myself at this point. and i think the take away for me from all of this is that, im just glad this silly little idea may be helping someone when i myself most times feel like i have nowhere to go or no one to run to. and if i die tomorrow ill be at some what of peace knowing that if i have done anything worth meaning in this short experience of life that we all get to share with one another, its the music and this voicemail project and the community, the safe space ..all of whatever the music and this project has given someone…everything i feel that i never had. i feel eternally honored and grateful that if at all, it has helped someone when i couldnt even help myself.

there’s nothing i could give that’s of equal value to the gratitude i have for anyone that has ever left a msg of some sort and has or continues to support this project and the music. so all i can say is thank you.

with all the love i have,

aidy <3

#the voicemail project #voicemail project #mallbangs #if u read all of this ty for reading it means a lot

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firefallvaruna · 1 year

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FFXV Fic: The Winding Road

So this is the road trip fic I've been toying with. It's kind of a self-gratifying thing, but I've gotten into some really fun road trip shenanigans with my found family over the years. I decided to paint a few of them onto the Older!Chocobros and Lunafreya.

NGL, the holidays are poor mental health months for me and this year my found family is out of the country on long-awaited vacations. (First time since the Covid Nation Attacked)

Majorly afraid this is boring, but it's fun for me to roll around in fun memories.

Excerpt:

“I also can’t help but feel,” she stumbled over how she wanted to word the next concern. They’d promised each other honesty. No more trying to hide suffering or pain to spare the other. She wanted to marry this man. Desperately. She awkwardly offered, “The focus on the wedding is misplaced?” Noctis had the infuriating audacity to chuckle faintly, but what he said next gave her pause, “Specs and I had that conversation. He suggested it’s an escape to fantasy and gives people hope.” She supposed she knew that subconsciously, but it felt somewhat like a revelation all the same. It didn’t help her feelings of entrapment, however, “But what about us?” “We try my idea for the dessert table?” Noctis then playfully blew a wet raspberry on her neck, making her involuntarily yelp and giggle like a young girl. He’d been feeding off Ignis’s sense of humor lately, so she knew he’d find a bad pun for anything she said to that statement. She refused to take the bait. “Incorrigible! That’s what you are!” “Well, you’ll have to corrige me. Wait, is that a word?” A rare laugh as she pressed a palm to her face, followed by a nearly purred, “Or maybe that’s encourage ?” She rolled her eyes, despite being inwardly amused. Someone had to play the foil when the bad jokes and puns began.

The Dawn: The Winding Road

Chapter 1: Fishbowl Living

Noctis Lucis Caelum — King of Lucis, periodic adventurer, occasional hunter, and groom-to-be — dropped onto his couch with a grateful sigh.

He was done for the day. As in, well done. Stick a fork in him. But at least the couch he was trying to become one with belonged to him and Luna, located in their apartment in a building they owned. It was a good feeling on a regular day, and it was doubly so on a busy day like today. He still had reports to go through and a few papers to sign before he could call himself genuinely done for the day, but all that work could be completed from his couch.

With a heavy sigh, he concluded Thursdays shouldn’t be allowed to be this obscenely busy.

Though, frankly, he had barely been released from the hospital before the demands of the crown had come knocking. The guys were absorbing and deflecting as much as they could, but what they couldn’t was still overwhelming. His mornings seemed to start earlier each day.

Lunafreya needed to meet Iris every morning for their training sessions. He wasn’t fully recovered and able to walk on his own when Gladio decided he couldn’t cover two active monarchs. (At least not with his sanity intact.) So he broke with Amicitia tradition and named Iris the first female Shield in recorded history. The Queen and Queen’s Shield needed time to get to know each other and learn how to work together.

After seeing her off, Noctis dove into a virtual meeting with Prompto and the team of experts he’d hired to survey the crater formerly known as The Crown City of Insomnia.

The news, predictably, wasn’t great. It was going to take decades to clean up and rebuild. Prompto’s photographs left nothing to the imagination: Insomnia had all but been wiped off the map. The crater was just the city’s cadaver and the Citadel ruins was its grave marker.

To begin, there was just one bridge in and out of Insomnia, and it badly needed repairs. Considering the city’s former function, having few gates to protect made perfect sense from a strategic standpoint. However, it was an absolute logistical nightmare. It made the already remote corner of the continent even more. The long-destroyed Keycatrich Bridge and Boral Bay Bridge would need to be rebuilt, followed by the seaports.

Then, before even the work of clearing the debris could begin, Crestholm Channels would need to be repaired or rebuilt. Much of Insomnia was technically at or slightly below sea level. Rain threatened to drown the Crown City every spring and fall, and Crestholm was built to control that flooding. However, it had taken heavy damage from Teraflare. And, due to damaged structural and mechanical systems, there was a not-so-remote chance that a good storm might cause a sewage overflow right into the channels and reservoirs that served not only the Crown City but much of Leide too.

Which led straight into his next meeting: Making Lestallum the new, official capital of Lucis.

It made far more sense, especially since Insomnia’s original purpose no longer existed. Lestallum was centrally located on the continent, more or less equal distance from the rest of the Lucian outlands. The walled industrial city had grown larger and denser with each year of darkness, encircling almost the entire meteor crater. Now that the Long Night was finally over, there was no shortage of interest in the former Aracheole Stronghold area.

As for the power plant itself, Teraflare seemed to have done something good. Initially, the Meteor of the Six and its many shards had been the source of Lestallum’s power. Now, it seemed a geothermal “hot spot” had formed deep under Lestallum’s water-filled crater. With a permanent, renewable solution at hand, the power plant could be gradually converted to an actual geothermal power plant well before it ran out of meteor shards.

Everything considered Lestallum had everything necessary to function as the new capital.

From there, Noctis posited that each province would require its own regional government plus representatives for his new council.

He knew it would be controversial and expected it to be a bit polarizing. He may have been profoundly immature back then, but he distinctly remembered how adverse to change and mired in tradition people had been during his father’s reign. He mentally prepared and told himself repeatedly that any adverse reaction would be strictly knee-jerk. They couldn’t wait decades for Insomnia to be rebuilt. He rehearsed statements such as, “You wouldn’t drive a car exclusively looking in your rearview mirror!”

To his shock and amazement, the opposite occurred. His proposal had not only been well-received but was proving to be popular. He had been ready to desperately expound, not at all believing what he was seeing, but Ignis’s hand on his arm had stayed his tongue.

While it was a pleasant surprise, it hadn’t been the outcome he’d expected. He was left feeling agitated and uneasy from the pent-up stress. He felt distinctly out of touch. Ten years in the Crystal and he didn’t know his own kingdom anymore. He felt like he was waiting for the next shoe to fall, but, that particular “shoe” didn’t exist to fall. He’d desperately needed the next few hours of therapy and training with Gladio to blow off that nervous energy.

Then in the early afternoon, he ducked out of another meeting regarding material shortages in Tenebrae early to pick up Prompto’s daughter, Calanthe, from school. Now “Uncle Noct” and “Aunt Luna” were on-duty until Prompto got home. Which added “child care” to today’s long adventure.

Calanthe was a good kid, but even good kids could be a handful sometimes. She was the definition of ‘rambunctious.’ She had a scream that Noct swore could melt solid steel. At times willful and frustratingly insistent on her independence; at others, she was clingy and needy. Situational incompetence and overblown emotional outbursts were typical. She often acted younger than her age – apparently, all symptoms of trauma and stress.

Which was something Noctis understood all too well.

The girl had been born shortly after he entered into Reflection and had grown up in a world without sunlight. A place of high walls and confined spaces. At the tender age of eight, she was kidnapped with her family, orphaned, and soon after, infections claimed her arms from the elbows down. Immediately upon her recovery, she’d begun preparations for an eventual set of Magitek prostheses.

Then she’d lived in protective custody as a ward of the Kingsglaive, and her world contracted even further to the strict confines of a safe house. It was no way for a child to live, but not knowing if she was still in danger, there was little choice.

Fast on the heels of her adoption, the completed Magitek prostheses were fitted and activated. The prostheses were designed to be unobtrusive, mimicking the size and shape of her natural arms as much as possible, and lovingly painted to blend in with her skin, complete with freckles. And then, she had to begin physiotherapy all over again as she learned how to function with her new, artificial arms. He had no doubt she dealt with pain and discomfort; he recognized the signs.

It was little wonder why she was often so bratty. That would have been a lot for even an adult to go through. Though even if he could relate, it was, frankly, exhausting.

He had her settled to work on her homework on the coffee table beside him while he went over the reports Ignis had dropped off for review. While he had always appreciated what Ignis did for him, having to do the same for Prompto’s daughter, even for a day, gave him a new perspective. It was hard keeping her focused and on-task.

Noctis’s phone buzzed and pinged with the incoming text message tone; from the kitchen, Luna’s did the same. He only spared the screen a glance. It was from Cor, using Kingsglaive security euphemisms.

All he could do was inwardly groan. Probably another paparazzi was finding out his security detail still meant business, even if security outwardly seemed lax. He only received the alerts if they felt he needed to be made aware.

For a saving grace, he had decided during his recovery that they needed a place of their own. He frankly had missed his old apartment and the freedom and privacy it offered.

The first hitch in his plans was that there were some serious security considerations regarding where the King and Queen of Lucis could live. His initial choices had been vetoed on those grounds alone. The second was that Lestallum was old. Not as old as some of the towns and cities across Eos, but nothing aside from the power plant had been built with any degree of security in mind. Most of the industrial city had been built hurriedly to accommodate the various population booms over the years, often without much regard for planning.

The solution came when word reached him that the leaders of the Accordo Protectorate were returning to Altissia. During the Long Night, Accordo had acquired several buildings in Lestallum as temporary government seats and housing. One of those was a small, four-story apartment building with a security checkpoint on the ground floor. Rumor was they planned to sell it.

Deciding luck favored the bold, he had approached First Secretary Claustra during one of their meetings. They eventually agreed that Lucis would pledge their full support towards the rebuilding of Altissia, and Accordo would likewise assist Lucis, including the new royal residence. (Of course, she made an obvious point to remind him they were still hosting his wedding. There was an unspoken implication he probably owed her for that too.)

To keep his advisors and Cor happy, he hired a former Royal Guardsman and semi-retired Kingsglaive, Vesper Decimus, to be his building’s security. Even in his sixties, Ves was a force to be reckoned with. To further sweeten the deal, Noctis offered the veteran a free apartment. All Ves needed to do was walk downstairs, and he was at work.

So Noct and Luna had their own place, and it was secure enough to keep everyone happy. It also allowed Noctis to get Prompto and Calanthe out of that crappy studio apartment and into something much nicer.

Ves responded that he was “looking for work.” Another euphemism. The phrase actually meant, “searching for additional threats.” If Ves was responding, that meant it happened downstairs. Whether he wanted to or not, he needed to find out what was up.

He realized Calanthe was looking up at him, her eyebrows raised.

Noct looked into those earnest violet eyes and smiled. She was a clone just like Prompto, though she only possessed roughly sixty percent of his DNA. Those genes were dominant, however, and the resemblance was always a bit uncanny for him. Her facial shape and eyes were subtly different, but the expression was straight out of his memories when Prompto was her age.

“Do me a big favor?” He whispered conspiratorially. “Can you check on your Aunt for me while I make a call?”

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Lunafreya had had a long and emotional day.

She was feeling drained, but every time she slowed down too much, her emotions got the better of her. So she was distracting herself in the kitchen, cleaning and taking inventory of their pantry. Despite her fatigue, the act of cleaning was surprisingly soothing. If not for Noctis and Calanthe needing to focus and concentrate, she probably would have spiraled out into the other rooms.

It still seemed a bit surreal to need to manage her own living space. The luxurious lifestyle of her gilded cage was a thing of the past. Their apartment was modest, but kempt. They had no servants, cleaning staff, or even a personal chef. Ignis came over frequently enough their kitchen bore his distinct organizational style and they kept accessible cooking tools for his use, but his presence wasn’t constant.

For the freedom and the way the space didn’t feel like a prison, she was willing to accept the changes.

If there was anything she truly yearned for, it was the days she could find ingredients to make her favorite tarts easily. But even for a King and Queen, food was still rationed, and fresh fruit in the amounts necessary for the tarts was prohibitively expensive. If nothing else, she craved something sweet, and they didn’t even have chocolate.

Her day had started early, as it always did now. First was training with Iris, recently appointed as her Shield. Immediately after training, she and Iris walked Calanthe to school. After a brief pause to shower and dress, they were onward to a whirlwind of meetings regarding the wedding and specifically for the bride. Much of it had been planned ahead of time, but so many things had changed in the intervening decade to complicate the logistics.

For example, the dress patterns and notes had been located, but then there were the specific fabrics, notions, and embellishments that would need to be sourced. Then there were the undergarments to ensure it all laid correctly and her shoes. And then extensive fittings at each step because no matter what, her body was different than it was ten years prior.

Calanthe stepped into the kitchen, her snack plate and empty glass in hand. She started to put them in the sink. “Dishwasher, if you would, please,” Lunafreya mildly directed.

In the grand scheme of things and compared to everything she had been through, she realized all these things were only a minor inconvenience, but at that moment, it felt monumental.

She could fight daemons and mutated beasts, but she couldn’t fight a planet that had been brought to the brink of death. She couldn’t give everyone enough to eat with a speech. Couldn’t perform a ritual to restore people’s homes. The many new diseases brought on by ten years of darkness combined with dense living conditions couldn’t be cleansed with magic of the Oracle.

And she was fretting over a wedding.

Through abruptly hot, damp eyes, she idly wondered how Ravus would have solved these issues. Had the Empire not torn her family apart, how would he have dealt with all this? What would her mother have done?

“Aunt Luna?” Calanthe asked, the child’s voice catching in her throat. “Are you okay?”

Lunafreya wasn’t expecting her heart to leap like it did at being addressed as “Aunt.” Calanthe wasn’t even reliably calling Prompto “dad” yet, although she was slipping more often. He still partially held the role of a “grown-up friend” who was “kind of like a dad.”

Prosthetic arms, advanced civilian models similar to the military issue arm Ravus had come to wear after his attempt to command the Ring of the Lucii, wrapped around her. It was still a bit like watching an old stop-motion animation, the motions still slightly uncanny and mechanical. Her brain was still unused to the interface between her real nerves and the artificial ones in her prosthetics.

Had Ravus experienced this when he started wearing his arm? He hadn’t really spoken of his injury in the time he was secretly aiding her. His arm had been burnt to ash, surely he must have experienced some of these side effects and would have known how to cope.

She gratefully returned the embrace, holding her tightly. She stroked the girl’s hair and absently tucked an errant lock that had escaped the braids she had made that morning back into place.

Calanthe released her and asked once more, “Are you okay?”

Luna wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to force her voice to behave, “I’m fine. I had a long day. It’s quite all right to cry during times of stress, I assure —“

“Uncle Noct!” The blonde girl bayed in a voice like nails down a chalkboard, “Aunt Luna is crying!”

“Oh, Callie,” Luna murmured under her breath before she could stop herself, caught at an odd intersection of amusement and exasperation.

Noctis, of course, immediately got to his feet and crossed the living room. “Keep me posted,” he said into the phone and hung up without waiting. His priorities shifted as though with the flip of a switch.

“Luna’s crying,” Calanthe repeated unnecessarily when he drew close, though thankfully at a much lower volume.

“Thanks, I’ll take it from here,” Noctis replied with an easy smile and a hand on the child’s upper back. “Why don’t you take a break from homework? Play a game for a bit?”

Prompto’s daughter obeyed, leaving them alone in the kitchen. (Though Luna didn’t miss the lingering look back at her.)

She heaved a sigh as his arms encircled her from behind, his lips pressing softly into the nape of her neck just the way she liked.

“What’s wrong? Thinking about Ravus again?” His breath caressed her ear, warm and sweet in his sincerity.

“If only it were just the memories of my family haunting me,” Luna sighed again, closing her eyes and leaning against him. “But yes, and my mother too,” and then she hesitated. Worried her lips, unsure of how to express how trapped she felt.

She was the Oracle, Princess of Tenebrae, and soon-to-be the Queen of Lucis. She answered to no one. Her voice was powerful, and if it wasn’t powerful enough, Noctis was quick to elevate her. Her agency was armor-clad. She had resources few others possessed.

However with the wedding date less than a year away, the world had rediscovered its appetite for royal gossip.

As royalty, they were no strangers to media attention. There had always been a fascination bordering on obsession with their lives. What they wore, who they had been seen with, dating, sex, politics — it had always been on the menu. Even Lunafreya, despite living in what was essentially an opulent prison, had not been spared. Though that had been heavily focused on her duties as the beloved Oracle.

However, even after an apocalypse, the Lucian media was relentless and often took it to the extreme. An extreme she was struggling with.

Theirs was a very physical relationship and not just from a sexual perspective. Trauma had a tendency to linger. Ten years of deprivation of all stimuli save magic had left its mark on Noctis. Thus, they both found themselves needing physical contact and reassurance to stave off bouts of intense anxiety. Luckily, they had each other, and Noctis’s “brothers” all understood they were still recovering. But it was yet another item for gossip: They can’t keep their hands off each other!

Even their recent trip to a toy store to buy a present for Calanthe’s upcoming tenth birthday had been covered exhaustively. The speculation of why the Royal Couple were seen at a toy store had run rampant. Could it mean an heir before the wedding?

A catchy, upbeat song began to play from the living room punctuated by cheery sound effects. Dissonant to the turmoil she was feeling.

“I feel trapped,” she finally admitted in scarcely a whisper, the words brittle and wavering. “Like we’re specimens on display.”

“Yeah,” Noctis agreed, swaying slightly with her still held in his arms. “Same here. Can’t decide if we’re living in a fishbowl or petri dish.”

Lunafreya nodded her agreement.

Noctis had the infuriating audacity to chuckle faintly, but what he said next gave her pause, “Specs and I had that conversation. He suggested it’s an escape to fantasy and gives people hope.”

She supposed she knew that subconsciously, but it felt somewhat like a revelation all the same. It didn’t help her feelings of entrapment, however, “But what about us?”

“We try my idea for the dessert table?” Noctis then playfully blew a wet raspberry on her neck, making her involuntarily yelp and giggle like a young girl.

He’d been feeding off Ignis’s sense of humor lately, so she knew he’d find a bad pun for anything she said to that statement. She refused to take the bait. “Incorrigible! That’s what you are!”

“Well, you’ll have to corrige me. Wait, is that a word?” A rare laugh as she pressed a palm to her face, followed by a nearly purred, “Or maybe that’s encourage?”

She rolled her eyes, despite being inwardly amused. Someone had to play the foil when the bad jokes and puns began.

Acting on an impulse, Luna lifted her smartphone once more and brought up the weather app. She could feel her fiancé lean further into her to gaze over her shoulder.

Typical autumn rain and thunderstorms were on the way for Lestallum for the weekend. Full days of rain in Lestallum meant sustained high humidity. But Leide was going to have absolutely gorgeous weather for the next few days. No humidity. No overwhelming heat and blazing sunlight that would make her skin feel like it was actively cooking.

Noctis would be happy being a hermit for the weekend. Lunafreya, however, felt as though the walls were closing in.

The idea they should leave for a few days and take a break in Leide was intoxicating. Get away from the “fishbowl,” as Noctis had put it. Shake off the paparazzi, gossip, and their constant royal escorts. Just the two of them, alone, in the tranquil desert and prairies.

Those weeks she’d spent traveling alone across the Lucian continent to forge the Covenants had been the freest she’d felt in twelve years. Oh, how she had loved those limitless blue skies.

“We should try to get away. Just us.” The suggestion tumbled over her lips like an avalanche, “Go on holiday like a normal couple.”

“Ignis will kill us, and Gladio will help hide our bodies,” Noct muttered into her hair.

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv fanfic #ff15 fanfiction #lunoct #noctis x luna #lunafreya nox fleuret #noctis lucis caelum #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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this year my goal was to read at least 25 books (which now seems too easy) and i decided to start with rick's books cuz i loved pjo

(i then realized i had actually never finished the pjo series - i didnt finish the LAST book... thats crazy)

i went on yt and found a vid that showed the RIGHT way to read all his books so my journey started.

anyway blah blah blah, i wanted to talk about the kane chronicles

obv spoilers if you havent read those and if you care

hell nah. that series was so bad 😭😭 (imo ofc and ill explain why i think so)

i should mention that i read the first and third book, but i only read half of the second book cuz it got very looooooong and boring to me (i just read the wikipedia summary for it)

also the only reason i read these books was cuz i knew there would be a collab between the magicians and demigods and that sounded rly interesting to me!

im usually not that picky when it comes to books/fics/anything so i was surprised i didnt like these books. first of all theyre so long, and for what.. the world ends in 3, 4, 5 days yet each book is 90k words at best and 120k-ish words at worst. it just dragged ooooooon and onnnnn and onnnnnnnnnn. i thought maybe its just the length that im not used to (even tho ive read way longer fics but i thought maybe its not the same..) then i started reading the heroes of olympus series which was a similar length and i sped thru those. which prob means that the kane chronicles were just boring. i was gonna say that it just felt like there were attacks and fights just cuz, but then again, thats kinda similar to percy jackson books. i cant put my finger on why some fights felt kinda useless and filler.. unlike in pj books. also when they beat apophis it felt too easy. there was so much build up to that final battle, and in the end he got destroyed in like half a page or smt.. not satisfying! and since we know the kane siblings are still alive (cuz of the recording being sent etc), it didnt feel like there was anything at stake.

the egyptian mythology was actually pretty interesting, i did like learning about it. however, at times there was just a LOT of info being dumped- so many gods/stories etc that i had a hard time remembering everything. i think w the percy jackson/greek mythology books there was just more time for rick to set the scene and build the world so it didnt feel that overwhelming (even tho it was still a lot, im ngl).

and now my biggest complaint... i thought rick could write powerful female characters butttttttttt maybe that was just annabeth LOL. SADIE WAS SO ANNOYING!!!!!! she was SO unlikeable but i think we werent supposed to dislike her??? yeah shes young but so was percy and annabeth and every demigod from the pjo series and they were much more enjoyable to read about. all she cared about was guys. more specifically, sadie, a 12yo, was head over heels for ANUBIS, a THOUSAND YEAR OLD god, who oh yeah,,, looked like a 16yo guy but idk if its just me, thats still a WEIRD/uncomfy AGE DIFFERENCE 😭shes so lucky that she ended up w basically both guys she had a crush on, but she still made it such a big deal when that happened.

like anubis had stabbed her in the back or smt lmfao. also should mention that in the pjo books for ex., percabeth didnt just happen when they were 12/13... a long time passed so that relationship could feel unrushed and natural.

dont get me wrong, liking a guy etc is all normal and very teenage-y (even tho sadie wasnt even a teenager when all this happened). but making that MOST of her personality, or smt she constantly thought about and prioritized during the END OF THE WORLD. she just seemed very irresponsible and immature (which makes sense cuz shes a child.... maybe i shouldnt be reading these books as an almost 20yo) (but i can still tell when some1 has annoying qualities objectively) (even if its still a kids book)

idk thats just annoying. carter was tryna save the day/world and sadie had other things in her mind. or when she wanted to go hang out w her friends for her bday even tho the world was ending VERY soon and they had to get going. yeah she wants to be a normal kid but rn theres more important things you gotta think about bbg (and yes i do understand that the dance or her bday hang out would help w morale but at least be on the look out for stuff and dont think that youre not still on the job and most likely putting every1 in danger..). save the world first, then enjoy your life. maybe take a cake to go while youre traveling. maybe call your besties and talk to them on the phone for an hour or whatever

carter wasnt perfect, but even his obsession w zia wasnt THAT bad. it felt more normal and smt the reader (or i) could get behind and not dislike him too much for.

(when carter said that i thought he was in my head cuz i was literally thinking that sadie always leaves him to deal w important stuff)

i feel like theres more i had to say but theres too much negativity in this post already LOL im sorry 😭 this trilogy wasnt a 0 or 1 star, it was closer to 2 or maybe even 3. i didnt mind ignoring most of these. the only thing i couldnt ignore was sadie's attitude sometimes and ofc the weird relationship between her and anubis, but when walt showed up etc i had hope and it did get slightly better!

ofc im not a writer and i couldnt prob never write anything half as good as any of rick's books, but this is just my experience as the reader. as i mightve mentioned , rn im reading the heroes of olympus books for the first time and im enjoying them quite a lot!

lmk if you agree or disagree w anything, i usually change my mind somewhat easily so id love to see this series from some1 else's pov

#kane chronicles #sadie kane #carter kane #anubis #book review #rick riordan #opinion

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folklore album concept (click for high quality)

you drew stars around my scars

#tswiftedit #tseditors #tscreators #taylor swift #taylorswifedit #*#graphics #redesign #folklore #ngl this record made me so overwhelmed #and i didn't think i would be able to create something about it this soon #but this just came up and totally took me by surprise #the forest/stars/water speaks to my soul #folklore means so much to me already #what a masterpiece

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SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?”

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks.

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then”

and you can’t simply ask

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho...

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK”

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him?

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you

thats it.

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?”

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?”

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 296: Ngl, This One Pissed Me Off

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all, “p.s. I actually activated yet another quirk several chapters ago when Kacchan got stabbed.” Compress was all, “[gets captured and passes out].” Spinner was all “[rifles through Tomura’s pockets and slaps a random Charbroiled Hand onto his friend’s unconscious face].” Tomura was all, “SOMEHOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKED” and woke up again, except it wasn’t really him, it was everyone’s favorite Final Villain, AFO. AFO was all, “time to escape finally” and summoned a bunch of Noumu and Absconded with Spinner and the DabiMarble in tow. Skeptic was all, “Horikoshi forgot I existed, but I’m actually Absconding in marble-form as well.” Deku was all, “ATTENTION WORLD, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I OFFICIALLY WANT TO SAVE SHIGARAKI TOMURA.” And then the arc just sort of ended lol.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all, “but when you think about it, do we really need literally any female teachers at U.A. at all?” and for whatever reason doesn’t stop to wait for an answer. Midnight, who absolutely did not need to die, Dies, and I’m pissed about it. Ochako wanders the ruins of Jakku for what feels like hours, rescuing small children while her adult hero compatriots fall to pieces around her, because apparently the U.A. kids really are the only people who have their shit together. The citizens of Japan are all “damn that’s wild, wonder how fucked we are now,” but are actually super casual and chill about it which is oddly realistic. The chapter ends with AFO in Tartarus being all “lol time for the prison break arc,” without giving us so much as a chance to catch our breath, like holy shit. Are we on the clock or something now, goddamn.

lmao it’s like 7pm on a Sunday night and this is out already. this is like the worst possible timing lol. there goes my nice, relaxed evening. unless of course this turns out to be a nice, restful, soothing chapter, as chapters coming on the heels of traumatic, earth-shattering battles so often are. yeah, break out the Pina Colada song and the little drink umbrellas, I got a good feeling about this one

(ETA: I mean, I was obviously being sarcastic here but damn, Horikoshi.)

-- fff why did I laugh

it’s the crumbling city ruins in the background that really does it, I think. JUST LOOK AT THIS MESS THAT YOU HAVE MADE, EVERYONE. FOR SHAME

also, the title is dramatic af and I am so fucking excited you guys, like holy shit. BnHA’s In-Between arcs have always been my favorite part of the series, because it’s when all the character development and angst and/or catharsis happens. just, those little breathing spaces in between the action when everyone gathers to recuperate and compartmentalize their fresh new traumas lmao. bring on that angst!! but also, let’s please have some Comfort to offset all of this Hurt too, please and thanks

blah blah blah so the survivors were evacuated, good good, can you actually show us though?

AHHHHHHH

PIXIE BOB SURVIVED!!!! WASH IS STILL ALIVE LMAO HOW. THIRTEEN’S FACE, OMG SHOULD I LOOK AWAY. IS IT LIKE MANDALORIAN RULES. IDK HOW IT WORKS

HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY ALIVE. LOLS ANYWAY I’M HERE FOR IT. FEEL FREE NOT TO KILL ANYONE ELSE HERE HORIKOSHI, I THINK WE’RE GOOD

(ETA: it’s like talking to a brick wall.)

oh my god do we really need exposition about how the heroes tried to stop TomurAFO from escaping and OF COURSE failed completely because they suck lmao. oh my god I am shocked, that is such shocking news

wow they only managed to defeat three of the Noumus. holy shit. again, all of the Not-Kid Heroes are only slightly more useful than cardboard cutouts of heroes at this point, MORE AT ELEVEN

so Tomura may have lost the PLF, but he still more or less has an army then, huh. I really don’t know how anyone could expect a timeskip with that threat looming over everyone’s heads

oh nvm lol there are only seven Noumus left. wait so you’re telling me there were only ten Nearly High Ends in that last chapter?? felt more like fifty but whatever lol I’ll take your word for it

COMPRESS YAY YOU’RE ALIVE TOO

MAYBE THEY CAN EVEN REATTACH HIS ASS. I’M SERIOUS LOL, BECAUSE HE STILL HAS IT, DOESN’T HE? OR IF NOT, THEY CAN REBUILD HIM WITH A PROSTHETIC ASS. he’ll be more powerful than ever

WHAAAAAAT YEAH BOIIIII

WOOO, EDGESHOT, WOOOOO. THAT’S HIS WAY OF THE NINJA

YEAHHHHH SUCK IT, PLF

(ETA: for the record I don’t think Cementoss is dead here, just badly wounded. if he had died he would have been included in the forthcoming In Memoriam page along with the others.)

GET BENT LOL. TRUMPET I FOR REAL FORGOT YOU EVEN EXISTED. I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU LOSERS AGAIN PLEASE. ONLY INTERESTING CHARACTERS MAY PROCEED PAST THIS POINT

dsflksaldkh;l

that’s... holy shit. that’s a bigass mansion, that’s what that is. also so does this mean there are still eighty thousand PLF members still at large, because that’s a plot line I very much do not care about in any way whatsoever lol. can’t we just retcon to say that Re-Destro was exaggerating? I mean hell, a CEO criminal pulling some Enron-type bullshit is pretty believable, isn’t it? those poor bamboozled shareholders

“makeste, here’s an idea, what if you scrolled down to read the rest of the page” lol gtfo of here with your logic and your sense

well those 132 people have made it onto my enemies list, but at least it sounds like they more or less took care of the rest. good riddance

and Toga escaped, as we knew already, and is now on the lam. hopefully she reunites with the League again at some point. although her doing her own thing could also be very interesting. idk what I want lol

anyway so there’s another big panel showing how fucked up the city is, just in case it hadn’t already been hammered into our skulls yet. there’s a car dangling off a roof somehow. how does that even happen. did Machia pick it up and put it there or

NOOO OMG RANDOM SMALL CHILDREN IN PERIL WHAT IS THIS

OCHAKO PLEASE SAVE THEM OMG

“if it falls on me, I want you to have my Endeavor pouch” OH MY STARS. HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION. NO MY CHILD YOU CAN’T GIVE UP HOPE YET

LMAO

“FOR THE LAST TIME NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUSTY-ASS POUCH, KYLE” fffff these children are dying and I am cracking up so hard my eyes are tearing up what is wrong with me

YAY THEY SAVED THEM

but listen. not that I don’t love seeing the girls kick ass, because you know I do. but I also really, REALLY need to know what’s going down with the Musketeers, and I’m not looking forward to waiting three whole weeks for that so please Horikoshi. please hurry this along so we can get to them

goddamn it Tsuyu is saying she’ll take the boy to the shelter to get first aid, and I was all “okay great because that’s probably where Kacchan and the others are too”, but now someone else is shouting for help and Ochako’s all “I’ll go” and it’s like OKAY BUT PLEASE? this chapter is already more than half over omfg. ‘bout to start wringing some hands here

oh my god

is this Toga again??? WHAT THE HELL, THIS CREEPYASS HALF-DEAD DUDE BETTER BE LEADING UP TO SOMETHING INTERESTING, I AM REALLY GETTING IMPATIENT

OR, I GUESS, WE COULD DO THIS INSTEAD

“SO AS IT TURNS OUT, NOT EVERY CHARACTER WHO NEEDS HELP SAVING THEIR SPOUSE FROM FALLEN RUBBLE IS ACTUALLY TOGA IN DISGUISE” HUH, OKAY. DULY NOTED. FILED AWAY FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

but fucking... okay, look. I love Ochako, I do. but I like her a whole lot more when she’s interacting with other characters I actually care about, as opposed to running around in the rubble rescuing random people while the fate of my other children is still up in the air. like okay, I get it, shit’s bad, now if you don’t mind we really don’t have to spend all day here though

...anyways but nope, we’re still staying with her. she’s bouncing around rescuing all of these other people. omg. I literally have no patience here at all and it’s terrible, I know, but oh my god

omg finally something interesting is happening!!

look at that, an adult hero standing around being useless while the kids are busy getting shit done. why is this becoming a recurring theme

MY DUDE, THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT THE TIME THOUGH

I GET THAT IT’S OVERWHELMING AND THAT YOU’RE TRAUMATIZED AND SHIT, BUT GUESS WHAT, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE. THAT’S WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR. JUST LOOK AT OCHAKO! SHE’S SO EXHAUSTED HER HAIR HAS EVEN LOST ITS FLOOF, AND YET SHE’S STILL OUT HERE DOING HER BEST. ONE SAVE AT A TIME MY MAN. GET IT DONE. LITERALLY A SMALL CHILD IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CALLING FOR THEIR MOMMY AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING THERE ALL “WAHH IT’S TOO MUCH” LIKE COULD YOU PLEASE POSTPONE YOUR CRISIS UNTIL AFTER YOU SAVE THEM PLEASE

OH MY GOD

MAYBE YOU SHOULD!! oh my god I really cannot, like wow. oh no I actually have to save people and do my job, god forbid. jesus christ, at least the other heroes tried. but Moping Hero: Bellyache here is just throwing in the towel and fuck everyone who still needs his help I guess. you are like the anti-Deku my dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO OH FUCK

THAT’S MIDNIGHT’S HAND OH FU -- SHE BETTER NOT -- HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD --

I’M GONNA LOSE IT I REALLY AM!!!!

HOLY SHIT HOW INTENSE OF A RAGE DO I NEED TO BRACE MYSELF TO BE FEELING HERE. THIS CHAPTER WAS ALREADY TRENDING TOWARDS DISAPPOINTMENT, DO WE REALLY NEED TO GO AND COMPOUND THAT

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

you’re telling me Tomura wasn’t brought back by that electric shock, but by his “fuck you” attitude? why are you explaining this to us now, again??

......

HEY, SO UM, FUCK ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THOUGH. (: OH MAN. OHHHHHH MAN. I HAVE... I HAVE GOT A LOT OF WORDS FOR THIS AND HERE ARE SOME OF THEM

FUCK

THINGS THAT SHOULD BE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO “SOME BULLSHIT”: THIS

FUCK

GET FUCKED HORIKOSHI

AND ALSO PLEASE FUCK RIGHT OFF!!

AND SERIOUSLY THOUGH FUCK YOU

NO BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED OFF ANYONE. LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER. YOU HAD TWELVE FEMALE PROS. TWELVE. YOU COULD HAVE MADE MORE OF THEM. PROBABLY, IF THERE ACTUALLY WERE SUPERHEROES IN REAL LIFE, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN TWELVE OF THEM IN AN ENTIRE NATION. BUT NO, YOU WERE ALL “TWELVE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.” AND THEN WHEN IT CAME TIME TO KILL PEOPLE OFF, YOU WERE ALL “WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, LET’S SEE, I PICK... THESE 18 RANDOM SIDE CHARACTERS WITH LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE, PLUS THE ONE SINGLE FEMALE U.A. STAFF MEMBER WE ACTUALLY HAD. YEAH THAT OUGHTA DO IT”

AND BY THE WAY, HORIKOSHI, I PICKED SOMETHING UP FOR YOU ON MY WAY HOME, HERE IT IS, ┌П┐(・＿・) do you like it it was on sale. I saw it and was like, “Horikoshi would really like that.” so there you go. sorry it wasn’t gift-wrapped

p.s. I hope y’all can tell that that’s supposed to be a middle finger and not... something else lmao. er. anyway

(ETA: so I got a few asks from people who were really put off by this part of the reaction post, and so I’m just adding an extra note here to make it clear that I do not actually wish harm on Horikoshi in any way or even particularly dislike him. I wasn’t happy about Midnight’s death and I wanted to convey that, and so I went with my usual LOUD CAPSLOCK REACTION tone, but looking back on it I can see that it’s kind of a lot, lol.

so just to be clear, the “fuck you” stuff is almost entirely tongue-in-cheek. that’s on me, I forget sometimes that there are people who share these sentiments unironically and so I didn’t think to make sure my intended meaning here was clear. anyways, killing Midnight was still a really problematic decision for numerous reasons but it is what it is. Horikoshi is not perfect, the story isn’t perfect, and I’m not gonna pretend like it is, but again just to be clear, I don’t harbor any actual ill will toward Horikoshi here.)

shit. and wow this man really went and killed off fucking Mystic too on top of that. have you ever seen a character fail so spectacularly at living up to their hype. r.i.p. Mystic you were like the Star Wars sequel of characters

(ETA: I have no fucking idea why I keep thinking Majestic’s name is Mystic lol. rest in peace you old scarecrowy bastard.)

and poor Momo, though. fuck. lost two mentors in a single day. and do not even get me started on Aizawa holy shit

so now we’re cutting to some random townspeople who are gossiping about the Todoroki drama. this is actually interesting in spite of my newfound determination to hate this chapter lol

ngl I am kind of heartened to see that not everyone fell for Dabi’s bs hook line and sinker though. Jeanist returning from the dead literally two seconds after Dabi was all “I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A VILLAIN THAT HAWKS MURDERED HIM” probably helped with that a bit! but there will doubtless be many other people who do believe him, or are at least still inclined to side-eye the heroes in general either way given how much they sucked in this arc. very, very interesting

so it seems though that even more than the whole Endeavor reveal, at the end of the day it’s going to be the heroes failing to live up to their end of the “put your faith in us and let us use our quirks and in return we’ll protect everyone and keep them safe” implied social contract that’s going to have the biggest impact on people’s opinions moving forward. basically this was always going to be a disaster no matter what

OH MY GOD FINALLY AHHHHH

Horikoshi really tapped into some of the real-life political energy of the past few years huh. Fuck Him Still for killing off Midnight, but I will admit that so far this is hella intriguing and I am really, really curious to see where things go from here

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE KIDS FROM THE BABYSITTING ARC

“FIVE PEEPEE MAN WOULDN’T LIE TO US” YES CHILDREN YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. at least the little ones still have faith

( •̀ へ •́ )

that’s great. that’s really keen. all we need right now, amirite

GOOD FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

let’s just wait for him to explain what he feels. you know he likes to drag it out

is that Dabi crouched down there next to Spinner? looks like they got him out of the marble after all. but why has his hair changed colors again lol what

anyways. your turn to what??

:’) excuse me what

hahahaha are you fucking kidding me. and that’s where we’re going to end the chapter then. lol okay

so let’s recap. Midnight died. we spent ten hours watching Ochako dig people out of rubble for no apparent reason and were then introduced to my new least favorite character, and because Ochako is so nice she didn’t even punch him in the face even though she really should have. we did not get any Kacchan or Shouto. we got one panel of Deku, who is Finally Asleep. and the chapter ended with AFO ordering his Noumus to go set free, AND I QUOTE, HIS “MAIN BODY.” and now I gotta wait an entire week for Caleb’s translation to confirm that last part. omg

but it sounds like a prison break is imminent, which is very, very interesting. ...and actually, is it weird that I’m actually rooting for it to be a success? I have no idea what this guy is planning, but I do know that as long as the main part of his soul is still residing in Tomura’s body, Tomura’s chance of surviving the series is close to zero. and villain though he may be, I’m still rooting for his redemption (nice to have Deku on my side now too), and so yeah. so like if AFO feels like using some latent Exorcism Quirk or something that he’s been saving for just such an occasion, be my guest lol

meanwhile this doesn’t bode well for All Might though. or anyone else aside from Tomura, really. shiiiit

anyway. [slaps roof of chapter] this baby can fit so much bullshit in it

#bnha 296 #midnight (bnha)#uraraka ochako #all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry this took so long to post lol #I really need to learn to add an extra 2-3 hours to any time-sensitive estimates I make #anyways

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kalinawtokilig · 3 years

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A Silly S/O that shares one braincell with his best friend

Who doesn’t love a silly, goofy, S/O?

Pair(s) : Akaashi x Reader, Kenma x Reader, Suna x Reader, Kunimi x Reader

(((Ahhhhhahhh bruhhh I literally put the dying inside parted hair dark beauties here,,, ✨ blessing it ✨)))

{This is my first time doing headcanons,, i apologize as it is very early morning and i dont sleep so i may be passing out as soon as i post this ahahahhahahaahha)))))

{Akaashi Keiji x Reader}

(Ohh shi- Aight, we startin off with setters huh)

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To be fair, Akaashi met you through Bokuto, you chaotic duo, whilst Bokuto being a particularly sunny, bubbly guy, its fair he’s friends with someone as goofy as him

It’s like,,, one of those kinds of friendships you have with Akaashi, whenever you guys are seated next to each other for a group project or simply having a one-on-one convo, you seem to have enraptured him with how funny you are

for example, you being a silly person, you seem to have gotten into a argument with Bokuto, seeing as there was only one braincell, thus being you as the only braincell between the two of you, a juicebox and two of you being dumbasses,,, You proposed to Bokuto to poke a straw through the box so you both can drink from either ends of the straw,,,while bokuto,,, proposed of cutting,,,the juice box,, in half,,, to share,,,

(No cap, i saw my brother and friend argue and do this,,, it was a waste of a caprisun and i had to drink wine to forget that this is what I put up wit,,,yet i recorded it

Akaashi may have facepalmed when you told him this, but the genuine look of truth and kindness made him soft for you when you continued about your small mishaps

This mans smiles faintly, so when you talk about a joke or something stupidly funny, he can’t help but have a full on smile, cause you speak so passionately about your small and oblivious situations you keep getting yourself into and the endearing solutions you have

when you get together, it’s no boring life at all

Akaashi is always there to rope you in when things get too hectic, especially around Bokuto, but when its you, he can’t help but grin at how bright you can be when you think of funny ideas for today and the next day

Kozume Kenma x Reader

(OHH SHI- another pretty setter, lucky day :3c)

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Ohhh boi this is gonna be so many jokes

You and Kuroo share a braincell, that being annoying Kenma ((That’s what Kuroo thinks at least))

Kenma never can get a break,, you being the manager of Nekoma and being good friends with Kuroo, even Yaku is getting a headache

Kenma looks forward to you talking to him ((He finds you genuinely interesting when you pointed out a creative way - more like a newfounded loophole - to one of his video games,, he got kinda hooked on you when you kept telling him possible ways to beat the boss using a weak weapon,, he thought you were buggin,,, nah,, he won and trusted your somewhat foolish advice,,, beating up a miniboss with a stick that had been leveled up from being used worked,,, he doesn’t know what goes on your mind,,, but he wants to know more)))

You tell Kenma funny jokes about the newest character in the game he’s playing, not to mention your own headcanons about them

Kuroo joins in, much to Kenma’s dismay, but with a small smile he likes seeing you enjoy yourself as you talk odd with his best friend

You call him alot of nicknames due to his hair and attitude

“Aye,, wassup puddinghead?” - “Lil’Calico, how’s it hangin?” - “Tiramisu cup, ya lookin sweet today!”

Its,, really cute how you think of him, make up nicknames and have this real attitude when you see him

Kuroo kinda ruins them tho, adding an annoying comment about the nickname and Kenma S C O W L S

OHHHH When you ask him on a date, you use the most creative one liner

“Instead of me being support how bout I join your party and be your player 2? We’ll use Kuroo as a support, Rooster-Attack!”

*cue adorable pose*

-Kuroo in the back : “ROOSTER, WHO YOU CALLING ROOSTER YOU-”

You start attacking him with chemistry insult and he dodges it with another chem attack

Kenma has never been so flustered nor entertained before

Overall, Kenma believes that you being a cute, silly, s/o is literally the best thing that has ever happened to him,, (Besides meeting Shoyo of course,, but then again,, that’s always the best thing that can happen to anyone, have you seen that boy’s harem?)

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((ooooo,,,, man,,,, this mans,,,, he got me,,,, everywhere,,, lmao i pimp him and he isn’t the only one)))

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Suna ,, I pimp you

OH GAWD, the MIYA TWINS

It’s like,,, an extra Miya,,, but more like,, cousin instead of sibling Miya but still family Miya,, ya get me????

You transferred in during your second year and man,,, having Atsumu and Osamu pushing you to be their manager,,, its been trouble ever since,, even Aran cannot handle the amount of boondoggle that happens in practice

Okay, listen, you, YOU, are the type to be silly, yes, but in a way that makes Atsumu and Osamu start arguing over something silly you said and the twins start fighting because they started to drift somewhere else.

Basically you drench the kerosene, light it, and leave it for the twins to fan the flames,, they are rolling and causing chaos

You and Suna always record it to blackmail them

Not to mention, you being the wacky person you are, you rope the twins into your shit,,,

Since your last name is NOT Miya, but your other parent’s name, many of Atsumu’s fangirls don’t,, appreciate you

You can’t help but dangle funny insults towards your ego-filled cousin, having the fangirls wreak havoc and chase you around

you would and can stop,, buts its too funny seeing them get mad over silly things like how you perceive Atsumu to be an ugly sleeper that farts and wakes up from it (( You lived it as kids when you and your family slept over the twins’ place, Osamu and you have many videos of it))

Suna is usually the one hiding you away from the rabid fans who seem to want to defend Atsumu’s perfect image honor.

This man cannot fathom the amount of trouble you get into sometimes, esp. with the twins

When you two get together, you think of the most diabolical and hysterical plans, Suna there to record and by your side when things start to get out of hand

Suna doesn’t express many emotions, but when you finally get him to show a reaction cause of something you did, whether it be a joke or starting a Miya Twins brawl, he can’t help but have the small ghost of a smile when you’re not looking

Kunimi Akira x Reader

(((ooo another parted hair dark male,, Me likeyy)))

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You and Kindaichi are like,, a mesh of puns and anger

Puns on your side and Anger on Kindaichi’s side

For Kunimi, he finds it entertaining, the dynamic you two have

Though Kunimi doesn’t express emotions as much, ((like the other parted hair babes)) he likes to fan the flames to see his best friend angry

Kindaichi doesn’t get ‘Mad’, he knows its for jokes,,, it’s just,,, your way of thinking can be so mind blowing that he doesn’t know how some of the things go your way it makes him want to know but he gets annoyed when you tease him about it

Kunimi likes to see the way your accomplished smile shines, despite having silly pranks or stupid puns, you seem to get his type of humor

you like to play jokes on Kindaichi, usually poking him when he’s not looking that he jumps out of his skin and he pokes you back and you poke him back, then it becomes a poking war and Kunimi steps to side to see you laugh and when you accidentally poke Kindachi too hard in the gut, he topples over and gives you the finger

You say something among the lines, “Me? If anything, I won and you’re just salty, like that blond beanpole from Karasuno. Right, Kunimi?”

Kunimi, I feel, isn’t the type to full out laugh, but snort or hide his laugh with a scoff behind his hand,, you know,,, like all these other men seem to do,, i get that vibe from them

Dating, nothing changes but the teasing from your side is not overwhelming, yet its not underwhelming,, its actually a good wavelength to match with his own retorts

Kunimi doesn’t hate that you rope him into your schemes, no matter how ridiculous, if it means he gets to see you smile and look at him with those crinkled eyes that seem to glow with joy,,, he doesn’t mind the effort (But he won’t tell you that)

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((Ngl, this is kinda hard,, yet I tried lmao)

#akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi x you #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #kunimi imagines #kunimi x reader #kunimi akira x you #kunimi akira x reader

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caffeineaddicted-noonie · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if i could get a creepypsta matchup if that’s alright?? :)

I use She/They pronouns, bisexual, and am an INFP. My big three are Leo Sun, Aquarius moon, and Libra rising. Im 5’4 with a smaller frame, but i work out so i have a little bit of a muscular build. My style is super grunge, fairy/gremlincore esc, the whole forestry and muted colors type of aesthetic ya know? Both Femme and Masc styles depending on the day. I have brown eyes and messy, wavy, brown hair that’s in a wolfcut to my shoulders. I love wearing chunky eyeliner, i’m covered head to toe in freckles, and I have a plethora of tattoos. (and plan on getting more lol)

Although I might describe my appearance as a bit overwhelming and potentially intimidating, i’m anything but lol. I try to keep a good minded, optimistic mindset. I’m also a fairly quiet individual, which doesn’t really compliment my RBF when meeting new people. For the most part, I tend to be the mom friend, making sure no one gets hurt and jumping in to help whenever asked. I bring the snacks and essentials to hang outs just to be prepared. I try my best to make sure my friends are comfortable. When not in mom-friend mode I try to go out and adventure as often as possible. Though ‘adventuring’ could range from a trip to the store to a full day of hiking in the woods. I’m usually pretty lax and tend to not hold grudges, usually is a keyword. I can be pretty dense at times and accidentally have a record for being the ‘airhead’. I’m curious about most things and like to learn new things often. I’m also super stubborn and have an issue asking for help when doing things, i have a hard time trying to prove that i’m independent. As much i do most of the caring for, deep down i want to be the one to be taken care of.

My hobbies tend to lie in the realm of art, anything artistic i’m capable of doing in some capacity. I grew up drawing and painting, lately i’ve been meddling with charcoal and the such. I read quite a lot, my bedroom is basically a library at this point. I also play guitar and write on occasion.

Some things I like are the smell of vanilla, the forest, rainy days, adventure time, summer nights, ACNH, coffee, listening to podcasts, anything vintage or antique, and my cat!

My love language is acts of service and i think it’s my preferred love language towards me as well. What i look for in a partner is someone who can take care of themselves, someone who is considerate and possibly someone that can share a sense of humor with me as well. I’m not much of a PDA person but behind closed doors i don’t mind anything.

That’s all i’ve got! I’m sorry if this is too long! :,)) Please take your time! As someone who also does matchups on my writing blog i understand how stressful it can be.

Ngl, I relate so much with you- I LOVE YOUR HAIRCUT, i had a wolf cut too before my hair grew too long so I had it styled into a korean woman mullet style thing lol. Also, thank you for sending in the request! Thank you for the cute note in the end as well <3 I made this special~ POV STYLE!

I MATCH YOU UP WITH

HOODIE | BRIAN THOMAS

HIS POV

+ Ok, soulmates- there + What kind of soulmates? By the time you were 25, the red string appeared. Tied around your pinky. + Oh heck were you anxious and happy and worried and exited and crying- + When Brian saw the string…he- he wanted to cut it. He didn’t want anyone to find out about it..at all. Especially the Operator.But the problem is, it’s very very very obvious. + So, Brian, endures it. + Would he follow the string? No, not now that is. Not until he thinks it is appropiate. Right now, the Operator is doubting his loyalty so he has to wait. + Halloween, Midnight. He finally follows the string.

Of course, as he guessed, it led him out the forest. “How great”, he thought. Tho, it doesn’t stop him from following the string . Determined to find who his soulmate is, out of curiousity. That’s what his mind says. His heart says otherwise. The thought of having a soulmate never crossed his mind. He was baffled from the beginning. Alas, he is still curious. After a few minutes of following the string, it lead him to a lively neaighbourhood. It was Halloween after all. He grumbled, annoyed by where his soulmate was. He wore his mask, blending in with the situation and kept following the string. Soon the string got shorter, he was close. But as he continued, he bumped into someone, ”Fu- sorry,” he mumbled, looking at the person he bumped into. It was you,the person he was tied to, his soulmate~

+ and queue Never Gonna Give You Up- jk, it’s you alright + Whatever you wore, costume or not, your eyes are the first thing he looks at and boy is he lost in them. + Bonus: he opens his mask to breathe better, god your eyes are actually breathtaking (you see what i did there?) + Ok Hoodie focus, you found them, so? take them with you. + cue kidnap- jk, he’s just going to invite you to hang out at his house. + from a night at his house, he was surprised it escalated to a ”daily routine” to have you visit him. + Actually, the relationship developes quite fast. In a bout 2 months or so, ya’ll are already dating. And you made it happen. + Did I ever tell you he finds intimadating sexy? Whether it’s adarably-intimadating or very-intimadating. + So your RBF and is 🥴 + OK, acts of service? ”Uh, this isn’t neces-“ ”I love you *muah*” he’s a blushing mess. HE DIES NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DO THINGS FOR HIM.

+ he’s not used to it since he’s the one always doing things for his boss. + He’ll pay you back with messages (he has good hands) or would get anything for you. His love language happens to be acts of service and physical touch~ + HE VIBES WITH YOU SOO MUCH. FROM MUSIC TO FASHION STYLE. HE LOVES GRUNGEE AND CATS + A very synced couple you two are. + Your whole personality is adorable to him. The way you just get dense all of the sudden reminds him of a baby being asked a question. + HE WILL GIVE YOU AFFECTION. WHETHER YOU ASK FOR IT IR NOT. + Overall, you guys are a very affectionate couple behind doors. He loves, cares and trust you a lot, you’re like his world from the day he met you ❤️

#noonie’s writings!#noonie's matchups🖤#hoodie #creepypasta hoodie #hoodie creepypasta #hoodie headcanon #hoodie headcanons

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alirhi · 3 years

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This is oddly fun lol

Let's see how many of these I can churn out before I get distracted or need a break! (pff. like I need an excuse to watch the show again. Despite its flaws, I really, really love TFATWS, guys)

Without further ado, let's get down to it!

Episode 2: The Star-Spangled Man

I'm pretty sure I'm on record when it comes to my undying hate for John Walker, yes? So obviously, Bucky's grumpiness 100% stays 😂

I'm not really a fan of how much emphasis they put on the shield. I can see it as a catalyst for Bucky to go confront Sam, yes, but he wouldn't keep going "shield shield shield" like a broken record. Bucky has consistently been shown to be an empathetic man. I can't believe for a second that he'd be barking at Sam about having no right to give up the shield; he'd ask why. Sam's got shit to do, so he'd get impatient and not answer.

"Why'd you give up so easily? If you were overwhelmed, I could've helped you-" "You've been ignoring me. Like now, how you're ignoring me walking away from you." "Well, you weren't texting me about this." "You think I needed your permission?!" "No, but I was right there with Steve while he was learning what it meant to be Cap. I wouldn't mind helping you get used to-" "Then go teach him." A vague gesture toward the "Cap is back" posters. Bucky makes a face. "Steve passed the mantle to you. You fought with him. You earned it. That little shit didn't." "What do you want me to do about it?" "Just tell me why, Sam. I mean it. I just wanna understand." "Not now, Buck. I've got shit to do. You see me heading for a plane right now, right?" "This is important!" "So is this." Sam tells him about the Flag Smashers, we get our silly Big Three/Gandalf conversation.

I'm sorry, but that whole jumping from the plane scene is funny as hell, and I love all the nods they added in to jokes from the press tours that brought us this show in the first place (like ripping the sleeve off his jacket lol). I don't think I'd change a single thing from the Big Three convo to Bucky joining Sam in the warehouse.

"You're doing the staring thing again." "You're staring at your watch," Bucky points out. He knows it's linked to Redwing, he's just pointing out how dumb that line is in that situation. They're there for recon lol. They're meant to be looking around.

I don't...particularly care about the other common gripe here? Meaning, "Bucky's a civilian, so why is he allowed to randomly jump in on a military mission?" Bucky's also known in this universe as an Avenger, just like Sam, so I don't think anyone would really bat an eye at him joining. Also, I have my own agenda related to Bucky's apparent freedom to walk in and out of military/government things.

What does bug me (as funny as it is) is Bucky's animosity toward Redwing. Again... Bucky is a certified nerd. Always has been. If anything, he'd be fascinated by Redwing and Sam would constantly have to slap him away because he's leaning in too close trying to see the tiny watch monitor. "I don't trust Redwing" is just old man griping "I don't trust your newfangled technology" and that... that's not Bucky.

And that "we're not assassins" dig, and then laughing when Bucky gets upset? That's not Sam. Both of these men have shown a remarkable amount of empathy, and Sam has a background in helping traumatized vets. If he cared enough about Bucky to be texting him after Steve left, he'd care enough not to make callous jokes about his time as The Winter Soldier, whether he knows the full story or not.

The fight on top of moving trucks looks cool, but makes no logical sense. I keep trying to think of a way to explain this from a story perspective, rather than a lazy "it looks cool!" filmmaking one, and I'm coming up blank. Anyone with half a brain would have pulled over, had the fight, and then taken off. It was a fun sequence, though... Eh. I'll leave it.

When Karli breaks Redwing, Bucky doesn't say "I always wanted to do that." Again, it's funny - I love the jabs about that stupid robo bird XD - but not Bucky. In my version, he smirks and says "You're so gonna regret that."

"You were kinda getting your asses kicked before we got there." Is immediately followed by Bucky staring him down and asking, "And... how did that fight end for you?" Sam adds, "I don't see them in custody. Are-are they following in a van?" He looks around, sarcastically searching for another vehicle. Walker and Hoskins grimace at each other, grudgingly conceding that point.

credit to @dailycelebs

Seeing Walker, and having to listen to his stupid pro-government rhetoric, makes Bucky think about Steve. When we cut from the Flag Smashers back to Bucky and Sam and the closeup of Bucky's pensive face, we hear 1940s Steve angrily telling 1940s Bucky about how the higher ups in the army had already written off the POWs and were going to leave them to die. "I love our country, Buck," he laments, "but what do I do when I'm not too sure anymore about the people who run it?"

"What you always do," is young Bucky's answer, "stand for what's right, not who's in power."

Perfect lead-in to the conversation about handling things themselves.

When Sam meets Isaiah, and hears his story, not only is he horrified and heartsick for him, but he also begins to see Bucky in a new light. He's seeing Bucky's face, the way he tries to hide his emotions and not make this conversation about him, and he's putting things together. He's still upset at being out of the loop, but he's seeing more of the situation than just "omg black super soldier". When Bucky says "he'd already been through enough," Sam asks quietly, "like you?"

The racist cop comes back before Bucky can answer, to arrest him for missing his appointment with Raynor.

ngl guys, I was so moved by the difference in how that cop treated Sam (before knowing he's Important) vs how he treated Bucky (knowing that the government views him as a violent, if pardoned, criminal). He approaches Sam with his hand on his gun, eager to defend Bucky; "is this guy bothering you?" Just because they're having a heated conversation. Then, when he sees that there's a warrant for Bucky, he approaches timidly, apologizes, treats him gently and politely. By "moved," btw, I don't mean "it was so sweet." I mean "this is fucking sick, and very, very realistic." White cops see a white guy and treat him with respect regardless of his actual criminal record, while being openly hostile towards an innocent black man without even knowing who he is, just because he's black. Moments like this made me applaud Spellman.

"You, too, Sam - That wasn't a request" is Sam's first sign that there's something off about Raynor.

Look, again... The couples therapy banter is funny because Sebastian and Anthony are funny, but that scene, from a storytelling and a mental health standpoint, is atrocious. Without some underlying reason behind her actions, Raynor is just a pointlessly terrible therapist.

Rather than insulting Bucky from the outset, Sam is angry with Raynor for violating Bucky's privacy by not only introducing herself as his therapist, but forcing a "couples" session without her patient's consent. With his background pre-Avenging, he knows this shit shouldn't fly. He immediately points out how unprofessional she's being.

Raynor doesn't bother listening - the fuck does she care, really? She shrugs and casually admits it's "slightly unprofessional" but proceeds anyway.

"Whatever's eating at him?" Sam scoffs. "Did you really just say that to a WWII veteran and the world's longest-serving POW with complex PTSD? Did I hear that right? I've had, maybe, like five conversations with this man since we met, and even I know he's been through some shit and-" "Sam," Bucky tries to interrupt, looking uncomfortable. With his crushing guilt, he has an easier time dealing with insults than someone coming to his defense. "No," Sam snaps. "If the HIPAA Slayer over here wants to drag me into this, she's damn well gonna hear what I have to say!" He turns back to Raynor and demands, "Is this how you've been treating him this whole time? Downplaying what he's been through and making a grown-ass man sound like a sulking teenager?" Raynor keeps her cool, but barely. Visibly frustrated and annoyed, she ignores Sam's tirade and tries to force the conversation back onto the track she wants it on. Bucky's embarrassed and doesn't know how to react to any of this, so he still makes that little "he would talk less" jab. Sam, seeing that he's not going to get anywhere with him until they're away from this bitch, glowers and plays along. We get our silly/angry banter.

After their argument with Walker, Sam finally confronts Bucky about what really happened to him.

"He meant HYDRA; HYDRA used to be my people." "Were they?" Sam asks, stopping him and looking him in the eye, not letting him look away or deflect. "Steve was under the impression that they were your captors. I was under the impression that the Wakandans spent two years deprogramming you so no one could use you the way HYDRA did ever again." "I-" Startled, not expecting that, Bucky stutters a little and admits, "Yeah, I... That's true, I guess." "You guess?" "Does it matter? Sam rolls his eyes. "I dunno, does it matter that you were a slave for most of the 20th century?" "I doubt it matters much to my victims." "HYDRA's victims," Sam corrects firmly. "Just like you." Bucky fidgets; he doesn't know what to do or say. No one since Steve has even so much as insinuated that Bucky wasn't 100% culpable for what he did while under HYDRA control. "Look," Sam sighs, "I don't particularly like you. I don't hate you, but I'm not your biggest fan." "...Thanks?" "I just need you to know where I stand-" "Yeah, got it-" "-So you know I'm not biased like Steve when I say you had no choice. I don't know your story, but I know no one flips on a dime from docile and plagued with guilt to an unstoppable killing machine and back without some serious psychological damage behind that. I'm not saying you're an innocent little bunny, but I don't think you're a monster." "Thanks," Bucky croaks, more sincerely this time, and a bit choked up. He clears his throat and looks distinctly uncomfortable as he grumbles, "but to catch these guys, we may need to talk to a monster." Sam cringes. "I was afraid you'd say that."

#sebastian stan #anthony mackie #tfatws #tfatws critical #fan ramblings #show rewrite #if i'd written it #episode 2

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Suga, Atsumu, Akaashi, and Sakusa saving their S/O from traffic

Hey anon! I normally only take 3 characters for headcanon requests, but I decided to just go ahead and do all four this time. Please make sure to read my rules before making requests 😊

Word count: ~2k

AN: I may have gone slightly overboard with Atsumu’s but y’know. This is my first time writing for Sakusa and Suga though!

part 1: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Osamu saving their S/O from traffic

SUGAWARA

⭐ So, you and Suga have known each other for years

⭐ After all, you were Asahi’s younger sister

⭐ Both Suga and Daichi were very familiar with you

⭐ It was not surprise that after knowing you for so long, Suga caught feels

⭐ Suga liked that you had the same gentle temperament as your brother BUT you weren’t as “cowardly”

⭐ He enjoyed whenever you let loose and indulged in your wild side

⭐ Of course, the only people in the group who realised Suga had a crush were Kiyoko and Daichi

⭐ You and Asahi were hella oblivious I swear LMAO

⭐ Anyways, eventually Asahi catches Daichi and Suga talking and he’s like OMG SUGA HAS A THING FOR (NAME)???

⭐ But at the end of the day, he’s like, well Suga’s a nice guy

⭐ Of course, you and your brother were super close too!

⭐ Later that night, you end up accidentally confiding in your brother that you also had a thing for Suga

⭐ Leading to Asahi confessing for Suga that very moment

⭐ The next day at school, you go out of your way to avoid Suga because omg my crush LIKES ME BACK?!

⭐ Suga’s super sad and is like, why are they doing this?

⭐ Asahi’s awkwardly scratching his neck and is like, I may have said something

⭐ SO, Suga finds you at your house later that night, asks you out, and you’ve been dating ever since

⭐ At the time of the incident !

⭐ You join the rest of the third-years in going to the shrine for new years

⭐ By now, you and Suga have already been going strong for over a year

⭐ As you reach the bottom of the steps, a biker is speeding past

⭐ They all react simultaneously

⭐ Asahi is frozen, his heart is beating so loud he swears everyone could hear it

⭐ Daichi is lunging forward, ready to use his defensive volleyball skills to do something (though idk what would have helped in this situation)

⭐ Kiyoko’s eyes are wide

⭐ But Suga!! man is moving at lightning speed

⭐ Like he is on a MISSION and that is to protect the love of his life!

⭐ He grabs you by the waist, hoisting you back up onto the steps and pressing you against him

⭐ You blink, confused until you hear the biker ringing his bell, shouting apologies as he speeds along the path

⭐ “Y’know, that would’ve sucked to start the new year off like that” you chuckle, looking up at Suga

⭐ He chuckles too, nodding as he brushes your hair back

⭐ Pulling you up, y’all face the third years as they unfreeze and make their way towards you

⭐ (Name)!” -Asahi

⭐ “Suga!” -Daichi

⭐ “Are you guys okay?” -the goddess Kiyoko

⭐ After breathing a sigh of relief, Asahi’s doing that little clap thing he does when Nishinoya receives his serves in the commercial break

⭐ Asahi’s giving him that look that says “i owe you everything. you have saved her life. i give you my permission to marry her”

⭐ Suga’s just laughing and is like “i would’ve done that with or without your permission 💝 ”

ATSUMU

⭐ Honestly, this was an enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn situation

⭐ You were in the same friend groups after playing at the club together as children

⭐ He was hella STINGY! he did not like that you were a setter AND that Osamu would ask you to set for him sometimes out of spite

⭐ Anyways, that rivalry continued up until high-school

⭐ Unfortunately, right before high-school starts, you suffer from a critical injury and had to quit volleyball

⭐ Atsumu felt bad about it

⭐ Like though he saw you as a rival, it just wasn’t fair that you had to quit so early

⭐ SO! He offers you the next best thing

⭐ Being his manager!

⭐ You laughed in his face the first few times he offered because you’re like, are you just being petty right now?

⭐ But after a while (and after he’s asked you like 20 times) you finally accept the offer

⭐ Now that you guys are no longer rivals, and you’re around each other all the time, Atsumu is like wait a second, you’re kinda attractive

⭐ AND the fact that you talk volleyball to him!

⭐ You were roped into his late practices more often than he’d care to admit

⭐ Of course, as manager (and ex-rival), you’d give him tips on how to improve his serves and setting

⭐ At first, he was kinda salty when you gave him advice and kicked him out of the gym

⭐ But eventually (aka, after Osamu kicked his ass), he realised that you were doing it out of care!

⭐ Thus, he spiraled into full-on affection for you

⭐ On your end, you didn’t really care about Atsumu

⭐ You thought the rivalry was stupid

⭐ And like, the boy bullied you!! Because his twin liked how you set!

⭐ But after you stopped playing, you realised that he was just a dummy who lived-and-breathed volleyball

⭐ Proven by the early mornings and late nights at the gym

⭐ Eventually, his passion sparked something inside of you

⭐ Like although you couldn’t play anymore, it was really nice seeing this passion and it made you care more about the team

⭐ This translated into more hangouts with the team, and eventually Atsumu just hits you up out of nowhere like “we’re always together”

⭐ You: Yes and?

⭐ Atsumu: We might as well date?

⭐ You: LOL! ...sure

⭐ And that’s how y’all start dating!

⭐ AT THE TIME OF THE INCIDENT

⭐ you’re on-campus ridiculously early, waiting for the bus that’ll take you to Tokyo for nationals

⭐ Mid-yawn, you’re complaining about how a POWER HOUSE school has to take the bus all the way there

⭐ “Like, we’re the favorites to win!”

⭐ (you just hate being awake before the sun is)

⭐ The bus is arriving, and you step down off the curb to walk around the bus and start loading your stuf

⭐ Of course, Atsumu is ALSO dead tired and his brain short-circuits, thinking the bus is about to hit you

⭐ SO, he’s sprinting at you, throwing his food onto the ground (osamu is screeching behind him)

⭐ You turn, confused when a muscular body slams into you

⭐ Y’all both tumble down onto the concrete and you’re just like, Atsumu I’m going to kill you

⭐ Osamu is just like, not if I kill him first!

⭐ Atsumu’s just like, but! The bus! Was about to hit you?

⭐ Kita’s face-palming and is just like, the bus literally stopped 30 feet away from them

⭐ Suna’s cackling while he records this mess

⭐ Your boyfriend’s blushing and is just like, “well maybe I just wanted to be a hero for my boo”

⭐ NGL, it would’ve been sweet EXCEPT he crushed the bag of snacks you’d packed so you were pretty peeved

⭐ Leading to a sulking Atsumu

⭐ Once y’all are on the bus, you lean over and give him a kiss

⭐ He short-circuits again. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

⭐ You shake your head, “a little, but I can’t just refuse to give my hero his reward, right?”

⭐ Atsumu’s heart swells and he’s promising himself to always be your hero

AKAASHI

⭐ Alright, so y’all weren’t dating yet!

⭐ Nah, you were just a Fukurodani manager-in-training

⭐ But TBH, Akaashi had the biggest crush on you

⭐ He liked how responsible you were, and how you weren’t really overbearing and obnoxious like the other managers (and his captain but y’know)

⭐ Since he was the vice captain, the other managers trusted him to show you the ropes

⭐ (they’d also noticed the way y’all looked at each other and was tryna make their ship sail!)

⭐ ANYWAYS

⭐ This happens during that first two-weeked Tokyo training camp where Kageyama and Hinata are running late

⭐ SO, Akaashi and you had gone outside to get some fresh air and just to get away from the chaos of the team

⭐ Bokuto and Kuroo were both tryna rope him into some shenanigans, so you benevolently bailed him out and brought him outside to help you fill the bottles

⭐ Cue side-eyes and winks from the other managers to you both

⭐ Just as you’re making small talk, a screeching sound interrupts the conversation

⭐ WHOOP THERE’S SAEKO!

⭐ She barely manages to brake in front of you

⭐ But sweet Akaashi had already pulled you back into him, his back facing the car just in case he wasn’t fast enough

⭐ “Are you ok?” he asks, leaning back to scan your features

⭐ You nod, sheepish

⭐ Akaashi turns back to the driver, eyebrows raised

⭐ Saeko gets out of the car, apologising intensively

⭐ Of course, Hinata literally pukes when he gets out because he’s overwhelmed with everything that’s happened

⭐ Kageyama is like, uhm, can I just go play volleyball now pls?

⭐ After numerous apologies, Akaashi points them towards the gym and spirits you away to a bench

⭐ He keeps giving you water, an unreadable expression on his face

⭐ “Uhm, Akaashi? Are you ok?”

⭐ Akaashi just SIGHS, nodding

⭐ He fixes you with a hard stare, a slight tremour in his voice. “I’m sorry, (Name). I just...I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to you”

⭐ You tilt your head. “I mean, I doubt that I would’ve died from that”

⭐ Akaashi chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slots your fingers together. He squeezes your hand.

⭐ “Yeah, but my heart would have”

⭐ Y’all both get flusterd as heck!

⭐ Like, was that a CONFESSION?!

⭐ Turning back to ask, you get the answer in the form of him kissing your cheek

⭐ Akaashi short-circuits. You short-circuit. Did that really just happen?!

⭐ “So..does that mean we’re together or..”

⭐ And before Akaashi can respond, the rest of Fukurodani appears!

⭐ They heard what happened from Hinata (who cannot keep his mouth shut I swear)

⭐ As you’re both swarmed, you peek at Akaashi

⭐ Over the noise, he gives you a small smile, nodding

⭐ Your hearts are warm! Like finally!!

SAKUSA

⭐ TBH, I feel like Sakusa wouldn’t really care to find a partner

⭐ UNLESS, it is someone he grew up with and is very familiar with

⭐ So! Enter, Komori’s best friend

⭐ Sakusa and Komori were always together

⭐ You and Komori were always together

⭐ This made it very easy for you to get close to Sakusa!

⭐ He liked that you respected his space and desire for cleanliness

⭐ You always went out of your way to carry around extra face masks, wipes, and santisier just in case people got too close to him (and you)

⭐ Sakusa wouldn’t have made the first move though

⭐ UNLESS! He realised he was about to lose you

⭐ Which almost happened

⭐ You ended up not hanging out with the duo as much because of a school assignment

⭐ Coincidentally, Sakusa overheard one of his teammates talking about you and the other dude

⭐ The other dude had the biggest crush on you, and was going to ask you out after y’all were finished with the project

⭐ Of course, Sakusa was just like absolutely not

⭐ Right after practice, Sakusa went to go look for you only to find you walknig towards the gym

⭐ “Oh hey Sakusa!”

⭐ “Call me Kiyoomi”

⭐ “Ok Kiyoo- wait what?!”

⭐ Your eyes went wide

⭐ His heart stuttered, why were you so cute?!

⭐ “I mean, you would call your boyfriend by his first name, right?”

⭐ “B-boyfriend?!?!”

⭐ Komori appears, throwing his arm over your shoulder to Sakusa’s disgust. “I think this is how Sakusa’s tryna confess to you, (Name)”

⭐ Sakusa just nods stiffly, pulling out some wipes

⭐ Heat sweeps over you as you awkwardly nod, “oh! Sure, Kiyoomi”

⭐ Sakusa was grateful that the mask covered his face because boy was BLUSHING

⭐ SO! At the time of the incident~

⭐ You had gone with Sakusa to the training center for the Tokyo Training Camp

⭐ Komori had already gone without y’all

⭐ You were from around the area, and were going to go visit your family for the week

⭐ (It was also a chance for you to introduce Sakusa to your family after he finished up with the training camp)

⭐ Anyways, you’d just dropped Sakusa off, waving goodbye to him as you turn to walk off

⭐ There was a loud honking noise

⭐ Some dude was trying to park and was being SO RUDE to you as you were walking through the lot

⭐ You turn to face the car, only to have your arm yanked out of its socket as someone leads you away

⭐ “Whah?!”

⭐ Your eyes follow the arm, finding Sakusa on the other end

⭐ “Weren’t you supposed to be warming up?!”

⭐ “You forgot something”

⭐ He finally stops as you reach the sidewalk

⭐ Your brows furrow. “What did I forget?”

⭐ Suddenly pulling his mask down, he presses a kiss to your forehead

⭐ “That”

⭐ Whirling around, Sakusa stalks back to the training center, blushing brightly as he realises what he had done

⭐ Your hand is touching the spot where he’d kissed you, your heart beating fast

⭐ “Holy cr*p” you whisper

⭐ “oh my god” Sakusa mutters

⭐ “Why are you blushing?”

⭐ “Shut up Komori”

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izukyu · 5 years

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Can I ask for a headcanon of a female s/o who tags along with the Big 3 all the time, so that when Tamaki wants to face a wall, he’ll instead immediately cling his s/o? Your writing is filled with cuteness and it always kills me!

you’re too sweet! and this is a really cute request! thank you!

S TIER CONCEPT.

any friend of tamaki is a friend of both mirio and nejire!

let us be honest, it was probably them who got tamaki to ask you out.

nejire loves hanging out around you, she always has something she wants to chat about!

the weather! your quirk! the lipstick smudge in tamaki’s cheek!

always brags about you.

ngl she probably put in a good word with the pro heroes she knows, and miiiiight have got you a bomb internship.

mirio adores you to bits, too!

tamaki is very important to him, and you are very important to tamaki.

mirio absolutely had to be your friend!

at first, you two bond over him. but with time both mirio and you become close friends as well by your own means.

anyway.

of course they would all love to have you join their little group of friends!

strong quirk or not, they will always be by your side.

they got your back, no matter what.

:,)

tamaki is just reallyreallyreallygrateful he gets to be closer to you during the day.

he gets nervous very often. yet you never fail to help him calm down.

actions that used to terrify him at the start of your relationship (hand-holding, hugs, certain types of kisses) are now the things that keep him grounded.

when he starts getting too much attention during training or class, his hand instinctively seeks your own.

most of the time he does not even realize it.

and when he starts overthinking or stressing out, an eskimo kiss never fails to snap him out of it.

don’t let his blushing face fool you! tamaki loves & appreciates it very much!

makes him feel very loved.

and, ah.

his infamous wall moments.

everyone has witnessed one.

the first time you get involved in one was not entirely intentional.

tamaki had started to speed walk to the nearest wall when one of the first years started to talk to him. he failed to notice you and mirio walking around the corner, though.

and, inevitably, he bumped into you.

instead of moving and apologizing for crashing into you, he just stayed there.

tamaki was on the verge of passing out from embarrassment.

both you and the mirio noticed, and you made quick work of getting him to a more private spot while mirio took over the conversation for tamaki.

once you two were away from everyone else, tamaki let out a shaky breath.��

now that he was away from everyone else, tamaki made sure to wrap his arms around your waist while he snuggled closer to you.

by the time mirio came back (which wasn’t long: he ended up scaring the poor students away with his undying enthusiasm) tamaki had a soft smile on his face, his face still buried in your neck.

you helped him out of his anxious state in record time!

from that moment onwards, tamaki now scuttles over to you instead of the wall when he feels overwhelmed.

fun fact: he likes to hunch over so you can play with his hair!

other times, he will actually hide behind you, arms wrapping around your waist while he presses his forehead against your back.

holding you close helps him loosen up; however, he also really likes to be held! a lot!

press him flush against your body while your hand rubs his back, please.

he might blush, but it makes him smile like a dork.

once he pulls back from your embrace, tamaki wants to keep his hold on your hand.

just as a reminder that you are there, and he is also there.

that you are not going anywhere.

and that he is not going anywhere either.

bonus!

he will take this secret to his grave,

but he loves nuzzling his face in your chest.

boobs or not, tamaki loves being able to hear your heartbeat.

his intentions are by no means perverted!

it is another level of intimacy in his book.

hearing your heartbeat helps him calm down his own.

ok now we are getting off topic but listen,

he also likes when you hear his heartbeat.

just to remind you that it beats for you,

and only you.

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queenieloveswriting · 4 years

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Little orange bottles

A/N unedited little thing from a while ago, found loads of bits in my notes on my phone read this and though id post it let me know your thoughts ////hella old ngl sounds like shit srry ladsssss xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxTW--Abuse//Blood//Bad thoughs ig sorry not good w warnings sorry if this triggers anhyone

*beep beep beep*

Your alarm rang through the room for what seemed to be the fifth time this morning.It was now 6:30am and school began in two hours unlike the majority of students in kildare county you enjoyed school and, your (only) friend pope definitely made it worthwile.You both loved school,people like his friends jj and John b didn’t like school.

Why are you awake at 6:30 again?....right!

You look over to yourself in your mirror and glance at your schedule sticky taped to the corner;

*DAISYS SCHEDULE*

6:30-wake up

6:45-shower

7:00-get ready

7:20-read

7:50-breakfast/pillz

8:00-head to Heywards

Obeying the list, you hopped into the shower and got yourself prepared for the day, brushing your teeth washing your face and applying a light amount of makeup. A tinted moisturiser, clear mascara and brow gel, In attempt to tame your wild hair you collected into a cute messy ponytail, breaking three hair bands in the possess. Putting your glasses on you choose your outfit, due to the heat you opted for something casual, a blue denim skirt with a black crop top and a oversized blue flannel top covering just to the bottom of you skirt

You went downstairs and packed some fruit into your bag. Opting to take your breakfast as today's lunch, knowing Mrs. Heyward would invite you in for ‘leftovers’ from their breakfast. Shouting goodbye to your mum who was no doubt still in bed exhausted from her night shift.

Running out the door grabbing your phone, headphones and favourite book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. I plugged in my headphones playing my ‘reading playlist’ and read as i walked up to heywards,occasionally looking up so I don’t walk into any unwanted attention. The third time checking your surroundings you realise you made it to popes in record time, because his mom came out ushering you and him in in for ‘leftovers’ .Pope rolled his eyes sending you a silent apology. You didn’t mind though she was more a mother to you than your actual blood.

“Hey nerd "pope greeted you pushing your glasses up your nose

“Hey geek” you replied, slapping his hands away, he pulled you into a quick hug and followed h8im and his mum into the kitchen.

“Whatcha reading this time?”he asked making you laugh slightly “Harper lee my friend” you replied holding up your book as he rolled his eyes “why am I not surprised ,you know the book doesn't change right every time you read it "he asked playfully “I know pope, but it’s a classic and i don’t have enough to get a new book until my shift next week so I’m not complaining “you sassed

“Yeah you're know that I’ve said you can borrow my books anytime “he asked

“Yeah but you won’t let me write notes in the margins pope! "you explained “because what about MY notes “he exclaimed and you both erupted into laughter.God,you're such geeks you mentally sighed.Mrs.Heyward scolded at us both for arguing and gave us some pancakes and fruit.

Mr.Heward barged through the doors shouting about some ‘arrogant snotty kook man’ and turned around shily when he heard you and pope laughing. "daisy hey sweetheart you need me to save you or you alright?” he asked, referring to his wife’s overwhelming mothering. You shook your head quietly declining his offer, smiling you replied “no sir it's fine, "you laughed "Heyward you need any help with deliveries?” you asked hopeful as you needed to buy some things for school. Being a pogue you tended to have to fend yourself, plus it gave you something to do. “Sure do doll, tomorrow morning,7 sharp you’n’my boy can help out and pope make sure you ask that Maybank if he's helping out too, need to know who goes so y'all come back alive”he joked”thank you sir”you shouted as he was halfway out the door.Turning back round to pope “maybank?” you asked, raising your eyebrow hinting you had absolutely no idea who he was talking about,”my friend jj you know the blonde who gets into all the fights i told you about”he answered and you nodded,still searching for an answer ”he's coming tomorrow?” you quizzed “yeah probably,plus i think it's about time you met my friends they all think i made you up”he laughed”c'mon we've gotta eat then go”

As if on queue Mrs Heyward shouted at you from across the hall telling you to eat before it got cold.After scoffing your breakfast down,it was time to leave.After regular smothering from your second mother you left.

“Sorry about them”he mumbled

“It’s fine it’s nice having the whole parents as parents thing you know”you said .Pope knew about your mom not being around or well really a mom.He said you could come round whenever assuring his parents you were just friends,they loved you.

He nodded”you know your welcome whenever”he said and you nodded again

“Yeah but anyways how you feeling today about mrs.spiky hairs test smartass”you joked “we gon ace it y'all ready know her tests are easy”he dragged

“True I’ve got all a’s every time”you smirked

“Yeah same but to be fair even my friend John b could pass them and he didn't know that there were two different there’s until junior year so....”

You laughed “wait I though that jj was the the dumb one”you asked “there both delinquents but gotta love em.I’m brains of the operation anyways it’s my thang ”he sang causing you to laugh at the way he pinched his shirt and pingged it brushing dirt of his shoulders “you should come to the party tonight and meet them if you want?”he asked and you shook your head “i dont know pope,party’s and me aren’t really a good thing you know how my anxiety gets in groups”you said and he nodded “i know it’s fine don’t worry about it but offers there when you want you could even come out just us on the pouge if you wanted “he offered “they really wanna meet me?”you asked “well they wanna meet MY competition “he challenged “not really a competition there bud” you teased patting his shoulder “but I’ll think about it yeah?”you offered “sounds good and here we are” you turned facing each other then back at the school making your way inside.

“Hey i told jj I’d meet with him just before first lesson give him his homework see you there”you gave him a confused look “they go here?”he laughed “yeah didn’t i tell you”you shook your head no “sorry see you in 10 nerd”he waved “in 10 geek”you repli,ex

Waiting for class to start,you set up outside your classroom and put your headphones back in continuing your book. The vibration of the bell and stampedes of teenagers scurry to their first lesson , you ended up waiting for pope who practically ran down the hall and laughed when your eyes met.

You went in taking your seats next to each other this happened up until break. then lunch you’d go to all your lessons together hang out at break,being antisocial in the library, but at lunch he’s always go off,with the pogues you assume,now knowing they go to your school.At lunch you go outside and walk to the bleachers and sit reading basking in the sun.

After your last lesson with pope you both headed home together dropping him off at heywards halfway.

“Mom I’m home”you shouted slamming the door dropping the keys on the sideboard .After no reply you expected her to be at work so you got started on your homework so you could”relax” on the weekend.

It was now 6:30,and pope texted you telling you the party started at seven and the offer was still up before you could reply,you heard your door slam shut and you ran downstairs hoping you could talk to your mum,and catch up.

You see her figure reach for a cupboard that hasn’t been opened in years left. this was bad.

“Hey mama how was work”you asked with a shaky breath

She glared swigging the bottle

“You know what sweetie “she spat “Mama don’t have to go to work an more you wanna know why because i got fired from work apparently they couldn’t handle me anymore,took to many people on,so sweetie work was fucking awful OK”she shouted

“Oh mum I'm sorry what are you going to do i mean i think the heyw--“

“Oh shut up you’re so pathetic you know,I mean you inside on a Friday night? should you be out like a normal teenager huh?god”she scoffed

“What mom I-“by now half the bottle was empath,being drank with such desperation

“I’ll get another job I’ve already got the heywards they can give me more time and an I-I’ll get a side job we’ll be fine w-we have dads money too”

“Sont talk about hijm!It’s your fault your father left you fucking incompetent piece of shit you make everyone want to leave,no wonder you have no friends. I mean look at you your pathetic you know these people in your books there not real DAISY god why can’t you just be normal you drove everyone away.this is your fault”

Tears were now threatening your eyes,but as you looked into the person infront of you,you didnt see sadness,you saw anger,you saw red.

“Mum Im sorry i-ill-“

Before you could say anything she downed the rest of the bottle and threw it at you.glass smashing everywhere cutting you up.your whole arm started to bleed as you cried out in pain your mum hit you,ran out and slammed the door shut.

she hit you.hit you.you ran upstairs not bothering to protect your arm wrapping it up in an old shirt.you needed your best friend,you didn't have many friends but he was yours you knew that nothing anyone said could change your friendship

So you called him running out of your house in todays clothes covered in blood like you’d been in a fucking horror movie

“Heyyy daisy you change your mind”he answered the phone

“Hey pope I-I need some help my mom a-are you still at a-at the p-party”you stuttered

“Woah woah breathe daisy where are you I’ll come get you okay”

“I’m near the boneyard you still there I-I’m sor-ry f-for calling i didn’t kn—“

He cut you off “no shut up it’s fine where are you,are you hurt what happened?”

“My arm s-she h-hit b-bottle “

“Fuck where are you daisy “

“Oh-oh my god there’s so many people here”you were sure you were having a panic attack by now,-you could barely breathe

“Wait daisy I-i see you I’m coming okay wait there”

“O-okay”

Hanging up the phone you were now just balling your eyes out in pain and hurt. You curled up into a ball only looking up when you could hear pope shouting in the distance.

“Shit daisy”he shouted

“I’m sorry I didn’t know where to go,my mum she she my arm I- I”

Pope wasn’t unfamiliar to your panic attacks,usually being the one to calm you from them,/

“Daisy breath okay”he stroked your hair making you look into his eyes

“What happened “he asked and you showed him your arm “shit daisy that’s close to a main artery your losing loads of blood C'mon let’s get you cleaned up back at the chateau “you just nodded following him his hand holding yours hiding you from the people as you walked past. Arriving at a group of people probably his friends,the pogues,. As your vision begins to go hazy you think that maybe your mum was right you are pathetic .He was out on a Friday night ,I looked like the whole damn school was here.he has his life maybe he didn’t want to be your friend maybe he didn’t want to just hurt you .realizing you were fading out he shook you “shit daisy no no no “he cursed“John b keys I need the keys”you heard him say and they were saying something about him getting some “dude shut up this is daisy she’s hurt “you heard him say and all of them looked at you,but you couldn’t bring your eyes too meet them.Soon enough pope was dragging you away and towards a shack,the chateau.

He dragged you inside and you were sitting on the Island In the kitchen/living room,this was a home.

where was your home now?.

“Here lemme see ''he pulled your arm and started to work. It didn’t surprise you he was so good at this he was always good at first aid but this?

Lucky it wasn't on a actual artery but the blood made it look worse,acknowledging the fact you'd been so quiet,he spoke up “hey D look at me “he said pointing your chin up,looking at you straight in your eyes”what happened,when your ready”he asked.As your breathing steadied,you began to speak “my mom,she got back from work sh-she just lost her job a-and”you stuttered,pausing to collect your breathe

“hey it’s okay take your time okay”he calmed you”she hasn’t drank since..”you stopped and he looked in your eyes.Pope knew all about your dad,leaving you when you were about to go into junior year,you never knew why but one day he was their next he wasn’t,pope helped you through it,when you began to get closer.

“Your dad?”he answers for you

You nodded

“She said that it-it was my fault that he left and that she lost her job an”you gulped,recomposing yourself“How I push everyone away and that’s why I have no friends I mean let’s face it”laughiing a breathy laugh “she’s right”popes head snapped up “Daisy!you have me,D its okay I’m you best friend and you know she’s wrong okay now this is going to hurt”he assured you,before you could ask questions your arm burned up from the straight alcohol he’d put on your arm “FUCK POPE SHIT WARNING PLEASE FUCK”you shouted and he laughed,frowning when he came too “Sorry,shit this is bad daisy,like really bad,I dont know what to do,I can just wrap it up But ii think you should go to the hospital“he said and before you could fight,a deep voice filled the room.

“What the fuck is going on pope”curse from the back of the room.After observing the heaps of bloody tissues and your T-shirt laying next to you“What the fuck happened to her man,who is this?”he asked pope who looked up at you,asking the silent of’should i tell him’ you shook your head with pleading eyes

Pity took over popes vision as he answered JJ’s question“Jj this is daisy,daisy jj”he introduced you and you sighed,finally meeting the blue eyed boy with watery vision“hey,sorry we,urm, woke,you”you stuttered “oh i wasn’t sleeping princess”he winked causing you to furror your eyebrows at the boy you heard stories about ,following up to the elephant int he room.”what happened”he asked,re-observing your surroundings,eyes finally meeting your bloody arm “holy shit you gotta fucking c-cat or something”he demanded .Before you could awnser,a half naked girl stumbled out of his room,pouting

“oh you really weren’t joking when you said you weren’t asleep”you giggle then pope accidentally pressed to hard into your arm making you scream “fuck pope Jesus fucking shit”you cursed

“Fuck I’m sorry but its clean and the plasters won’t do much but I’ll wrap it up anyways i still think you might have to go to hospital”you shook your head “no no no no I can’t pope you know that”he sighed “look nerd you know where she cut look how close that is daisy okay” pointing to your bandaged arm jjs eyebrows furrowed in confusion

You tore away from his gaze to the the floors

“Hey jj,what's taking so long sweets”his guest said,in a thick country accent causing him too sigh turning around going back into his room.You don’t know what he said but five minuets later she was storming out the rusted doors,huffing and puffing, and left and he walked back to you two

“Sorry”you looked at him and his eyes softened.You were gorgeous and so innocent who would do this to you?.he asked himself”don’t be she was to Whiny anyways you saved me”you smiled ,slightly rolling your eyes at the player you'd been warned from.

“Daisy”pope snapped you back to reality “hospital?”

“Pope I can’t I-I’ll just go home and-“you babbled

”no no way you're not going back there daisy okay not if your moms like she is right now”he said under his breath in attempt to be secretive

“Your mom?”jj thought out loud and you just looked at him,mentally cursing yourself

Ignoring the blondes “you know i can’t do that pope”you mumbled looking down.

“Why”he snapped

“Because I live there pope”you paused,forgetting the blonde”you know and it’s not like this is new, you know it’ll blow over”you urged,trying to convince yourself

“And what if i doesn't daisy”he quizzed” what are you going to do then”he asked causing you to freeze and stand in silence.

You walked up and hugged him,stifling a sob.Skilfully dodging your arm,you let go of him and held his stare.

“Pope,your my best friend, okay?Well my only friend. You know that, but you gotta understand why I’ve gotta go home,Besides, she’s probably not even in,she left straight after, she’s probably out okay”you insisted”I’ve got that job with you and your dad tomorrow I’ll see you okay”you insisted

After some silence he looked at you,”I’ll drive you home okay and if she’s there your coming back to mine”he hissed”You can crash in the couch like you did last time okay “he urged”let me just go talk to jj okay”he said leaving you in the kitchen ,now only realizing the blonde had left the room.After overhearing some not-so hushed whispers,pope came out followed by a blonde who carried an angered but also slightly pained expression that left you wondering what pope said in there.Did he tell him about your mum?

After snatching the keys from the side,where you left them,he led you guys into the van.You and pope got into the back and he and just hugged you there it was nice he calms you and you calm him .“Hey pope”you break the silence“Yeah”he returned“Sorry”you apologised“Stop”he spat.

You looked up to him,eyebrows arching up in confusion“What?”you pleaded,provoking him to roll his eyes and your tendency to apologise after any slight inconvenience“Doing it”he grumbled“Doing what”you urged,oblivious to what was annoying him“You always apologise,after everything”he answered letting out a slightly breathy laugh“Sorry”you laugh realising you already subconsciously apologised.“See what I mean”he tutted“Right but thank you”you pushed“Always nerd”he promised“Geek”you sassed,falling into a comfortable silence,enjoying who you considered your family now

“Hey daisy” he broke the silence

“Hm”you humed

“Did you take them today”he asked,you sighed

“I thought I’d be okay pope,i was i promise”you pleaded

“Daisy”he sighed

“I hate them pope,they make me feel so deflated,they make me feel like a monster”you mumbled into his shoulder

“You have to take them daisy you know that”he scolded

“I’m know i Just”you paused

“I know”he cut in

“I don’t want to be a monster anymore pope”

“Your not a monster daisy,i promise,you're amazing bub”he praised

Finally pulling up to your house,met with a cleaver driveway you turned back to pope who was checking for the same thing you were “see”you deflated”i'll be fine see you in the morning,7 sharp kids” you teases in his dad's warning tone

“Daisy i still think you should come back to mine i don't think you’ll b--”

You pleaded his anxious babbling with a kiss on the cheek”see you in the morning”you demanded and he sighed

You popped your head through to the front

“Thank you for the ride jj sorry about interrupting your night” you apologised and he smiled at you”no worries princess,we oughta be seeing you in daylight too though”he asked “maybe blondie”you winked giving pope one last hug before you made your way through the door,treading carefully,just to be safe.

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redtailfins · 5 years

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the battepug barely has enough room for two people so charlie usually gets booted off cause he can keep pace with bouncy slime boot mcgees. doesn’t stop him from complaining tho.

under the cut is me rambling on about designs and powers and stuff

Grizzly: i changed his outfit last minute cause i finally worked out what the pug in his icon is wearing but now im not so sure cause he looks like my human wheatley design and i hate that so much. his powers are sound based purely because of anime voice camp. basically he can replace the sounds made by things. he uses his speakers and microphones to record and save sounds that he can use. the microphone on the end of the sword thing can absorb sounds which can be released as a shockwave by the blade (looks like the bloodskal blade in skyrim). it also works the other way round, the blade of the sword can absorb shock and pressure and release it as sexy bass-boosted white noise. the giant pug was adopted by the team from The Society for Rehabilitation of Superpower Affected Animals, it’s a normal pug that got turned lorge by someone’s superpower. the pug’s name is bear because i am not sublte. they only listen to grizzly, and later on grizzly gains a telepathic link with them after eating a schlatt apple. this is very useful for the team however the downside is that bear’s thought’s can overwhelm grizzly’s; if bear sees a pigeon and chases after it grizzly will want to do that as well. it’s very embarrassing for him. hoo boy i somehow managed to write a fuck ton about grizzly can’t wait for the charlie section.

Condi: ngl i got stuck with this design. i genuinely couldn’t think of a power. He straight up doesn’t have one (at least not an obvious one.) He’s the tech and battle analysis guy, probably the glue keeping the team together since they’re all chaotic fucks. i forgot to add it but he has like a jousting spear thing so he can give backup from on top of the battlepug. there’s no stirrups on the saddle and grizzly has to sit at the front to steer so most battles start with the team charging in and condi screaming in terror as he nearly falls off every time grizzly turns.

Slime: first one i designed due to favouritism. charlie’s power is he can create slime!! hell yea. he can control whether it’s poisonous or healing. he keeps healing slimecicles on his person so he can chuck a healing at his team members. the slime is kinda sentient multiplying object that clings to his body. gross! he normally keeps it around his arms so he can reenact popular childrens toy sticky hand since he can make it extend and give people the big slapp. cause it’s stretchy and bouncy condi helped him make his bouncy boots out of it so he can fucking vibe. yo. he can also crystallise the slime so it’s sharp but when it’s crystallised it’s very fragile. overall charlie has the power most suited for battle but he’s inexperienced and tends to get distracted. he relies a lot on his teammates. he’s also one of the most affected by schlatt’s intimidation power, the other being wilbur.

All: These three dickheads form a rather scrappy and ragtag team of superheroes after the great flooding. their hero costumes are mostly homemade. slime is the unofficial leader of the group. they weren’t destined to be more than neighbourhood heroes until they got wrapped up in the schlatt and carson business. with the help of rt and members of the smp hero association they played the leading hand in defeated him. after schlatt was defeated slime tried to redeem him, basically taking him in much to everyone else’s chagrin. it’s only slightly successful.

I have design ideas for wilbur, rt, schlatt, cscoop, joko and maybe traves and carson but my brain not work so you’ll see those in about 20 years.

the worst part about this drawing is that you can see unfinished wilbur and rt.

i’ll be posting everything in #slimeball’s smpheroes

#send me condi power ideas please ill cry #actually just send power ideas for your faves id love that so much #smplive #smplive au #slimecicle #grizzlyplays #condifiction #minecraft #fanart #my dark ages art

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everythng-is-blue · 5 years

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Don’t Embarrass Me

okay so i'm ngl i totally got this idea from vanderpump rules, but when i saw this part of the episode i couldn't help but imagine harry, y/n, and anne in this situation and how adorable it would be i hope you guys like it x

To say (y/n) was nervous was a complete understatement. She and Harry had been dating for about five months now, and they were getting pretty serious. They had even discussed moving in together within the near future, and Harry and even joked about them getting a dog together. Though she wasn't convinced it was a joke, but he swore it was. One day Harry was on the phone with his mother, and when the call ended Harry sat down next to (y/n) on the couch and smiled at her.

"Love, how would you like to meet my mum?" He asked giddily.

She looked at him in shock, and he immediately saw her becoming anxious.

"I mean, you don't have to quite yet if you aren't ready. It's just that she's coming to visit, so--"

"No, Harry, I'd love to," She reassured him.

"Oh, thank God," He sighed in relief, causing them both to laugh. "I was so nervous."

"That's the thing," She explained. "I've always wanted to meet her, I'm just super nervous about it. Like, what if she doesn't like me or something? I'd be so heartbroken,"

Harry pulled (y/n) into his arms and hugged her tightly. "There's no reason to be nervous. I know for a fact that she will absolutely adore you, just like her son does."

Soon, the day arrived, and no matter how many times Harry had told her she had nothing to worry about, she was still anxious and felt a tad nauseous. She desperately wanted Anne to like her, and couldn't shake the thought of things being super awkward, or her saying something wrong or stupid, or not being able to find the right words to say.

"Baby, I can tell that you're overthinking everything from over here."

Harry broke (y/n) out of her thoughts, and she sheepishly looked over at him as he stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie.

"Ugh, I can't help it. I really want this to go well." She said defeatedly, walking over to him and looking at her reflection and rethinking her dress choice.

"And it will," He encouraged, taking her hands into his own. "My mum is a very kind, sweet, caring woman. I've told her tons about you and she's thrilled she finally gets to meet you. So breathe, it will all be fine."

She did as he said, breathing deeply and tried to calm her overwhelmed mind. They finished getting ready and then made their way to the restaurant they were meeting Anne at. (Y/n)'s stomach was filled with butterflies, and she realized the last time she was this nervous was when she was on her way to her and Harry's first date. As they were ushered to their table, they were met by a smiley Anne, who looked overjoyed to be seeing them.

"Oh my goodness, lovey, I swear you've grown since I've last seen you!" Anne cooed as she hugged her son as tightly as she could. "It's so good to see you!"

Harry chuckled, kissing her on the cheek. "I think I've been finished growing for quite some time, Mum. It's good to see you too."

Anne pulled away, then looked over at (y/n). "And you must be the (y/n) my son is always talking about!"

"That's me," (Y/n) laughed as Anne hugged her.

The three sat down at their table and ordered their drinks.

"It's so good to finally meet you," Anne said. "This one talks about you nonstop whenever we're on the phone."

Harry blushed. "I can't help it,"

"And you're just as beautiful as he told me you were," She complimented.

"Thank you," (Y/n) started blushing herself.

She then asked the basic questions, like where she was from, what job she had, and so on. (Y/n) felt her anxiety melt away as the conversation went on, and she was glad that Anne genuinely seemed interested in her and what she had to say. She started to see where Harry got his caring and compassionate nature from.

After the three of them had ordered their meal, Harry cleared his throat.

"So, here's the thing," He began. Anne and (y/n) looked at each other in surprise, then back at him.

"I have to go for a wee, but I just know that you both will take this opportunity to tell each other stories about me. So, I politely ask that you don't do that, or I'll be very upset."

Anne gave him a questioning look and he and (y/n) started cracking up.

"Son, you had me worried over that?!" She questioned. He shrugged, and before he could even reply, she said, "Just go, you dork."

"I will record you both while I'm gone," He warned playfully.

(Y/n) scoffed, swatting her hand at his arm. "Just go to the bathroom!"

"Don't embarrass me," He entreated, standing up from his seat. "Please, I'm begging you."

As he walked away, Anne gave (y/n) a mischievous look.

"Oh, that reminds me, there was this time when Harry was about... five I think? And he--"

"Mum!" Harry groaned, and (y/n) and Anne laughed at his dismay. He continued to walk away, picking up his speed.

As Harry entered the restroom, he felt a mixture of emotions. He was happy that things seemed to be going well, but he was also nervous himself because of the fact that his girlfriend and his mother were alone together for the first time.

Anne and (y/n) thought that Harry had been joking when he said that he was going to record their conversation while he was absent, but he sneakily placed his phone on his seat as he stood up, his voice memo app on and recording every word. Was it a bit strange that he had done that? Maybe. But he did it so he could know what exactly was said, they would probably choose to keep the conversation a secret between them, leaving him to his own thoughts and what ifs. He also did it so that he could have a fond memory of their first conversation alone, that he could look back on in the many years to come.

He finished his business and joined them back at the table, seeing that the food had arrived and the two of them were cracking up with tears in their eyes. Were they laughing at some story Anne had told (y/n) about his childhood? Or even worse, some story that (y/n) had decided to tell his mother.

Harry cleared his throat and the two directed their attention towards him.

"Hello, lovey! How was your trip to the restroom?" Anne teased.

Harry gave her a look, discreetly hitting the button on his screen to stop recording. "I see both of you are getting on well at my expense."

"Oh, if only you knew," Anne said as she winked at (y/n).

...

Back at Harry's, he and (y/n) were cuddled in bed, the tv playing some movie Harry didn't know the name of. (Y/n) had fallen asleep, and Harry's mind was on nothing but what had happened that day. Anne liked (y/n) just as much as knew she would, and the pair of them got along super well. He couldn't have been happier about how it all turned out. As he started to drift off to sleep, a thought popped into his head. He hadn't listened to the recording yet. He got out of bed as gently as he could, trying his best not to wake his girlfriend as he grabbed his phone and walked out onto the balcony attached to his room. The cold night air hit his skin, goosebumps forming as he rubbed his arms and shivered. He pulled up the recording on his phone, then took a deep breath as he pressed play. He skipped past the parts he had heard as he walked away, then pressed the bottom of his phone to his ear.

Anne sighed, shaking her head as she caught her breath. "Sometimes I worry about that son of mine."

"So do I," (y/n) agreed.

It got quiet for a moment, then Anne spoke up.

"You know, I could tell when you first got here that you were a bit nervous. But I'm glad to see that you're coming out of your shell."

(Y/n) exhaled, "Yeah, I'll be honest, I was pretty anxious about meeting you."

"There's no reason to be nervous, dear. I get that meeting someone's parent for the first time can be a bit nervewracking, but I promise you I'm not the type of mum that is rude towards their son's girlfriend for no reason. I can tell by the way he speaks of you and everything that you really care for one another. And if you make my son happy then that's all that matters. Besides, if you're as like me as he claims you are then I have no doubt we'll get on well."

(Y/n) chuckled. "Harry honestly means the world to me. And it may sound cliche, but he's not only my boyfriend, but my best friend. I couldn't picture my life without him. And I was so worried about today because I know how important you are to him, and I wanted your approval so badly."

"Well you definitely have it," Anne assured her. "One of the things that I want the most is someone for each of my children that love them as much as they possibly can, and makes them the happiest they've ever been. I can honestly say that you are that person for him, and I can't thank you enough for the joy you've brought my son."

"I'm so glad I get to be that for him, and he gets to be that for me." She replied.

"I could definitely see this going far, and I know that in the future you'll be the one to marry him. And I can't wait for that day." Anne said excitedly.

"Neither can I," (Y/n) beamed. "It'll be one of the best days of my life."

(Y/n) sniffled as she started to cry and Anne did the same, the two of them embracing each other in a hug. As they pulled away, Anne chuckled.

"Ah, enough crying, we're supposed to be embarrassing him."

"Oh, right!" (Y/n) laughed as well.

Harry could hear himself clearing his throat, and that was his cue that it was the end of the recording, so he stopped it. He felt a tear roll down his cheek as he smiled to himself. The whole time he was away he feared they would tell each other things that Harry wouldn't want the other to know about, but instead they had a wholesome conversation that filled his heart with love. He couldn't imagine it going any better than it did, and he was happy that two of the most important women in his life got along so well right from the start. He could picture them going on shopping trips together, having tea, and so many more adorable moments, and it made him smile so big that his face hurt.

He crawled back into bed, pulling (y/n) into him as he stared at her lovingly. He was really with the love of his life, and he was just excited for the day he would marry her as she and his mother were.

if you enjoyed this and have any ideas for other imagines feel free to request them! requests are always open x

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