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honnelander · 7 months

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OK SO I HAVE THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD AND I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I can't stop laughing imagining that scenario xdxdxdxdxd

Well, then imagine go fish! Sanji takes (Y/N) to meet Zeff and Zeff being the good father he is, "accidentally" spoils the tea in front of everyone because he is so done with the drama around. 😂 😂 😂 😂

UMMM OK I LOVE THISSS!! this technically won't be go fish!Sanji BUT my interpretation of Sanji will pretty much always be like that.

here's Zeff "accidentally" spilling the beans about Sanji's affections for reader: (i can't believe this blew up to like 3k words rip)

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Zeff wasn't stupid.

He's been around the block a couple of times in his life and when Sanji's semi-regular letters to him had shifted from casual life updates and started to be more and more about details and little interactions he had with you, some girl Zeff had never met before, well, it was easy for the head chef to put two and two together: Sanji was in love.

And he was in love with you.

Now, while Sanji might not technically be his son by birthright, there was no way he didn't consider Sanji to be his own living and breathing kin, especially after everything they've been through together, 'pedigree' rules be damned.

Zeff truly loved that boy. Throughout their time together, he had raised Sanji from being a snotty-nosed brat into the respectable man that he was today and, in Zeff's mind, part of being a respectable man included knowing how to treat a woman properly.

Ever since he was a young boy, Zeff could see that Sanji took a special liking towards girls and then young women. The retired captain had lost count of the number of times he had to berate Sanji into getting back to work and to leave the wooing for after dinner service and his own personal time, but the scoldings never stuck. Sanji would always be Sanji, and that meant the lad had an endless wandering eye and a sharp silver tongue, no matter what.

To say that Zeff was sad to see Sanji go with Luffy that day was an understatement, he was devastated, but he knew, ever since he had held a knife to his throat during their first encounter, that Sanji was meant for bigger things. For things bigger than cooking up the same old dinner specials every night and breaking up drunk pirate fights on the regular. Sanji was bigger than the Baratie, so when Luffy had made his infamous offer to his pseudo-son, a part of Zeff was relieved because that meant that Sanji could finally start living the life he was always meant to live, and that was one of a pirate.

Zeff had also made peace with the very real fact that he might never see or hear from Sanji again. He (and Sanji) knew all too well how quickly something could go from bad to worse to life-threatening in an instant out on the open ocean, and if Luffy was truly determined to find the one piece and have Sanji join his crew, then Zeff knew that seeing him off that day was probably the last time he would ever see his son alive.

So, imagine his surprise when he received his first letter from him.

At first, he thought it was a joke, that one of the line cooks in the kitchen was pulling a cruel prank on him by writing him a fake letter in Sanji's unmistakable handwriting, but when he finally ripped open the envelope and found out that yes, Sanji did, in fact, write him a letter, well... it had actually brought a tear to his eye.

From that point forward, Zeff found himself eagerly awaiting Sanji's letters. He loved to hear all about the outlandish adventures that crew seemed to always find themselves in and it made Zeff nostalgic for his days at sea. There was never any return address, since the crew was constantly on the move, and Zeff expected as such, so he could never send a reply but that didn't mean he wasn't grateful for each and every letter he received.

Zeff should've realized that something was up though when Sanji had first mentioned you in one of his letters. Sanji's letters would come every couple of months and they, surprisingly, never mentioned any young lass or any other pretty girl he would meet during an island visit unless it was a woman they had ended up fighting.

So, when Sanji had first mentioned you to him, saying how you were the newest straw hat to join the crew, Zeff had thought it was just business as usual. However, what wasn't 'just business as usual' was when the rest of the letter had turned into a little biography about you; where you were from, how old you were, what your home life was like, that you had also agreed that 'oregano was for savages', etc., and the letter ended up being nearly ten pages long.

Then, after your 'introduction' in Sanji's letters to him, you were practically the subject of them all going forward, each one getting longer than the last. Gone were the letters detailing Sanji's adventures, and in came the letters describing the interactions you two had or what topics had come up in your conversations with each other.

At first, Zeff thought it was just another one of Sanji's infatuations (the boy was a huge flirt after all) but when more and more details were provided, and the letters started becoming longer, it was obvious to Zeff that Sanji was in love with you.

And why didn't Sanji just admit his feelings to you? He had no clue. Maybe it was partially his fault too, since Zeff never remembered having that 'what to do when you truly love a girl' talk with him, but he had hoped that Sanji would eventually be fed up with all the back and forth between the both of you and finally just confess already, but that declaration of "I confessed my love to her and she reciprocated" line never was brought up in any of the letters.

And Zeff was feeling himself go crazy the longer this went on. The 'drama' that was occurring between you both was driving him nuts and he vowed that if he ever saw Sanji and the rest of the straw hat crew at the Baratie again, that he would confess Sanji's feelings towards you for him. I mean... someone had to.

Then one day his lucky day came.

"Zeff!" a voice called out from the top of the stairs one afternoon before the day's first dinner service, a voice that Zeff thought he would never hear again. "There you are, you old shitbag!"

Immediately, Zeff stopped talking to the wait staff, turning his body to look up at where he heard the voice come from, his hands on his hips, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing: there was Sanji, a huge smile on his face, standing with practically the same crew that he had waved goodbye to nearly two years ago.

"Oi! Sanji!" Zeff yelled out, his own disbelieving smile lighting up his face. "I never thought I'd see your ugly mug around here again."

Sanji laughed at that as he quickly bounded down the stairs, enveloping him in a bear hug. "That makes two of us!" He pulled back, his blue eyes lighting up in pure happiness as he quickly took Zeff in, patting him on the shoulder as he said, "And look at you, you practically look exactly the same as the day I left you."

As Zeff took in Sanji's appearance, he realized that he couldn't say the same about him. Sanji looked older, not in a bad way, but in a more mature way. He looked like he was growing into the man that he was always meant to be.

And Zeff couldn't have been more proud.

"Well, I can't say the same about you little eggplant. You look like a seasoned pirate to me." Both of them dropped their arms off of each other and Zeff put his hands back on his hips. "You keepin' your feet dry?"

Sanji mirrored his pose, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked down for a second. "Yeah," he said and looked back up at Zeff, a knowing glint in his blue eyes. "Yeah, I am."

Zeff knew right then that everything with his son was alright. "Good."

"Hey, uh, I wanted to introduce you to someone," Sanji started, looking slightly bashful as he looked back down at the floor and put his hands in his pockets. "She's the-"

"Girl from the letters?" Zeff said with a small knowing smile, finding it endearing how his normally smooth-talking son was suddenly acting about this girl. If he didn't know any better, Sanji looked nervous (and Zeff knew he was).

At his words, Sanji's gaze immediately snapped up to meet Zeff's, his eyes becoming slightly wider, a hint of panic within them, as he quickly looked back towards the rest of his crew that had just started to make their way down the stairs and towards them.

"The newest member of our crew," Sanji emphasized loudly, letting out a fake laugh as he looked back at Zeff pointedly.

"Right," Zeff relented with a small disbelieving laugh of his own. "'Newest crewmember'. Got it."

And when Zeff turned his attention towards the straw hats, he immediately knew it was you before you even introduced yourself. Sure, you were the only new face in the small group of familiar faces, but he had to give credit to Sanji, he had definitely captured your looks and essence in his letters.

Zeff's smile widened. You were cute. From just by looking at you, he could tell you were a sweet and kind soul, it was no wonder Sanji loved you. You definitely looked like the type of person who would do all those things that Sanji had spoken about in his letters and he immediately approved of you. If Sanji had stood there and introduced you as his wife instead of 'his newest crewmember', he wouldn't have had any objections to that at all.

"Zeff, this is y/n," Sanji started, gesturing a hand out to you, Zeff noticing the way his son's eyes softened just by looking at you. "And, uh, you already know everyone else."

Zeff looked away from Sanji and down at you, seeing that you already had your hand out to shake his, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

He liked you.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Zeff, sir," you said, shaking his hand. "I've heard so much about you."

Now, even though Sanji had corrected him before about you, it didn't mean Zeff wasn't going to say anything.

"Aw, come on now, the pleasure is all mine little lass," Zeff replied, shaking your smaller hand with his bigger one. "It's nice to finally meet the girl that Sanji raves on about all the time."

From his peripheral, he could see Sanji stiffen.

Your eyes widened, your hand going limp in his as you asked, "Raves on about? Who, me? T-to you?"

Zeff's smile only grew wider and more cheeky. "Oh yeah, all the time," he said casually, as you both dropped hands. He placed his hands on his hips again and nodded towards his son. "You should see just how much of his letters are about you. It's like I get a damn novel every other month about your relationship," he joked.

"Zeff-" Sanji started but Zeff wasn't done.

He was on a roll and nothing was going to stop him. The more he spoke, however, the redder your face became.

"Oh yeah," the head chef continued, "from as much as Sanji talks about the two of you, I thought you two were in a relationship and said 'I love you' to each other already."

After he said that, the room got quiet. You stood there, completely frozen with wide eyes and a flushed face, like a deer in headlights, while Sanji stood as still as a statue. The rest of the straw hats stood quietly behind you three with varying looks of shock and awe on their faces at the display before them.

"Sanji," Luffy said, breaking the awkward silence first. "You love y/n?"

"Luffy!" Nami hissed.

"I knew it!" Usopp loudly and proudly declared, pointing a finger to the sky as he turned and laughed at the rest of the crew. "See, the great captain Usopp always knows the sparks of true love whenever he sees it," he said, hooking his thumbs at the top of his overalls with a grin.

Zoro snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You wouldn't know what true love looked like even if it smacked you in the face."

"Says the guy who doesn't have a girlfriend," Usopp smugly retorted with a laugh.

Before Zoro could say anything back, Zeff spoke up. "Hey, straw hats," he called, grabbing their attention. "Why don't you lot come into the kitchen and sit at the chef's table? I'll have Patty and the rest of 'em cook you a couple of steaks however you want, on the house. I'll even throw in a couple of beers too."

"I'm in," Zoro said without missing a beat as he started making his way towards the kitchen, not needing to be asked twice.

"Ooo, free beers? Show captain Usopp the way, please," Usopp said, following Zoro through the kitchen doors.

At the mention of meat, Luffy immediately perked up and forgot about the situation before him. "Steaks? Would it be possible to have more than one?"

"Sure," Zeff agreed easily and nodded towards the kitchen. "Eat too many though and I'll have you back on dish duty again to pay your bill."

"Deal," Luffy quickly agreed and followed after his first mate and sharpshooter.

With a shared look, Nami and Zeff started making their way towards the kitchen together, both ignoring you and Sanji.

"How do you like your steak cooked Nami?" Zeff asked conversationally before disappearing behind the kitchen's double doors.

"Medium rare, actually," Nami replied and slipped in after him, leaving you and Sanji all alone in the dining room.

It was quiet for a solid minute, neither one of you moving or making a sound.

"So," you started, clearing your throat and looking over at Sanji. "You, uh... told Zeff about me?"

But Sanji couldn't look at you. In fact, he was looking at everywhere but you. His cheeks were flushed pink and the tips of his ears were red. He looked down at the ground with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah," he said, forcing out a slight laugh that sounded more painful than anything. "I, uh, told him a bit about you. Could you tell?" he asked, a hint of painful and playful sarcasm in his tone.

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at a joke. You could feel your heart start to race as you slowly took a couple of steps closer to him. "Yeah, I could tell," you replied playfully. "You really love me, Sanji?" you asked him softly after a beat.

Turning his head to the side, you could see a blush crawl up his neck. It was so cute, you don't think you've ever seen Sanji be this flustered or embarrassed before. "Uh, well," he stammered, "I-I didn't want you to find out like this. I had a plan and everything. But Zeff and his big mouth had to ruin-"

"Sanji," you said simply, cutting him off. "Look at me."

Before obeying your command, Sanji took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself for the inevitable letdown and rejection he was used to receiving from women throughout his life.

When he looked down at you and met your stare, his eyes were filled with apprehension. "Yes?"

You wanted to do nothing in that moment but quelch his fears. "Oh, just come here," you said.

In one swift motion, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down into a kiss, capturing his lips with your own. You felt him stiffen in surprise, but once it hit him that you were, indeed, kissing him, he immediately relaxed and put his hands on either side of your face, his fingers entangling themselves into your hair, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your mouth moving in sync as you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Was this real life?

After a moment, you pulled apart, panting slightly for air. You both looked at each other, faces flushed, neither one of you expecting to share your first kiss in the middle of the empty Baratie dining room.

"I love you too."

The smile that broke out across Sanji's face was brighter than the sun. But before he could say anything, you both could hear Usopp yelling from inside the kitchen.

"Guys! They kissed! See, I told you they would!" He declared loudly before turning away from the small circular window. "Zoro and Nami, you each owe twenty berry! Come on, pay up!" he laughed like a high roller that just won big, making his way back into the kitchen.

At the sound of loud protesting and groaning coming from the kitchen, you giggled, hiding your face in his chest from embarrassment.

"Oh god," you groaned.

"Aw come now, no need to be embarrassed, Madam," Sanji teased. "If they're placing bets on us, might as well give them a show to bet on, yeah?"

When you peeked up at him, you could see a mischievous glint in his eye as he scanned over your pretty face and back down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. His look made your heart skip a beat.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you answered with a small laugh before you pulled him back down to kiss him all over again.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months

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Hmm I wonder if Crowley and the school staff, Riddle, Dence, Ruggie, Azul, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Sliver and Sebek found out that some certain people skipped the school and went to the amusement park? Also how would they react?

I’d imagine they'd mostly have the pretty normal and expected initial reaction of being shocked that the others snuck out on a school night to a sketchy theme park and managed to come back from a human trafficking operation in one piece. To give a little more detail to each:

Riddle would collar Trey, Cater, and Ace, then lecture them for breaking various school rules, putting themselves in danger, disobeying his command to not sneak out and skip school, etc. He especially lays into the seniors for "not setting a proper example" for the Heartslabyul students.

Deuce awkwardly stands off to the side and watches as they get berated, occasionally nodding and going, "That's right!" in response to their dorm leader. (Ace gets annoyed and tells Deuce off, probably saying something like, "Don't act like YOU weren't interested in going earlier, dummy!")

Ruggie wails about how he would've enjoyed hanging out at a place that offers free everything. He makes jokes to cope with the situation, like poking fun at how the "straight-laced" Jack has a rebellious streak and how Leona's soooo responsible and selfless for chasing after his juniors. Ruggie also jokes about how he's glad his walking wallet "best" employer Leona-san made it back safely... and hey, he wouldn't have happened to have brought back a souvenir for his ever-so loyal hench-hyena, would he?

Azul tries to present as cool and uncaring to the twins; he tells them that if they fucked up and lost their autonomy because of their poor decisions and giving into their curiosity... well, that's their bad and they deserve the consequences of their actions. Jade and Floyd pal around with him, draping themselves over his shoulders and teasing him about how "It's okaaay, just admit that you missed us, admit that you were worried!" Deep down, Azul really was (but he'll never say that out loud and let the twins have an upper hand over him).

Jamil has a fucking heart attack knowing just how close he was to a dead and/or missing Kalim. Not because he cares or anything, but because his own ass would be grass if anything happened to Kalim. Jamil looks him over like five times to make sure not a hair on his head is harmed (all while Kalim is laughing, reassuring Jamil that he's fine, and telling him stories about all the fun times he had at Playful Land). When Kalim starts to suggest inviting Fellow and Gidel to their next banquet, Jamil silences him with a firm, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!"

Rook waxes poetic about how he's so relieved that their beautiful Vil has returned to them. He'll faithfully fetch Vil whatever he needs to rest and recover from such a heart-pounding adventure!

Epel grumbles about how he wishes he could have gone too ("'N shown those puppets what fer!!"), only to get bonked and told off by his dorm leader. (Ace will tell him stories later, which makes Epel super envious.)

Idia tells Ortho that "touching grass" does them no good, it only brings misery and suffering like what he went through at Playful Land! The worry dies down and is replaced with keen interest the more Ortho tells him about the island's operations. They have a jammer that prevented Ortho's normal functions from working? Idia takes it as a personal challenge--who do they think they are, trying to trump this genius inventor? He'll show them what he's made of by powering up his little brother!

Sebek loudly insists they need to go and dismantle the shadowy organization responsible for attempting something so foolish as to entrap and sell THE Lilia Vanrouge off! Who do they think they are?! Man's absolutely appalled and enraged but also choking back tears at what he perceives is Lilia's nobility, so willing to throw himself into the heat of battle to save others!! Sebek tells Ace he should be "grateful" that Lilia saw it fit to save "such a pathetic lot of humans" from absolute destruction.

Silver frets over his father, but he's ultimately proud of him for acting the role of a reliable senpai and looking out for his underclassmen. (This is the reason he assumes for Lilia going to the shady park.) And, of course, he's glad to have his father back home with him. He insists on looking after him the day of his return, saying that Lilia has gone through a lot lately--and as the triumphant hero, he deserves to relax!

Malleus isn't worried about Lilia (he knows that Lilia can handle himself just fine) so much as he's disappointed that he wasn't invited to go along. He's curious about all that Lilia experienced in Playful Land and listens to his tales with wide eyes. Malleus is not really paying attention to the dangers present (after all, he is confident he could blow it all away if it dares to encroach on his autonomy). Lilia laughs and says they should take a trip to another amusement park sometime.

The staff would be collectively sad that their students would act out like they have. This is especially true of Trein, who is more disappointed than mad. He chastises the boys in a way that makes you feel bad for making like... a grandfather upset. He wonders if he has somehow mentored his students incorrectly or instilled the wrong values in them.

Crewel expresses his disappointment in a different way. He's harsher with his students: "Since you bad boys thought it fit to skip Crewel-sama's lecture, you must have already mastered the materials. Pencils out for a pop quiz!" That's his tough love out on full display, stemming from the desire to ensure that his students can survive on their own out there in the cruel wide world.

Vargas tries to not linger on the negative feelings for too long. He'll encourage the boys to get back on their feet and moving. Movement means more blood circulation, and less of a reminder of the stiff puppets the kids almost turned out to be. Vargas never vocalizes his intentions for fear that him having a negative outlook might influence his students. So instead, he wears a grin and belts out a hearty laugh to keep their spirits high.

Sam will listen to his customers' woes, just as any good shopkeep would! There's a lot of useful information to pick apart from the people who drift in. A strange business like Playful Land? It piques Sam's interest in the mysterious and the unknown--he's delighted with such fantastical tales, and invites his customers to tell more. Sam's always here to lend an ear! And hey, if you get thirsty from all the gabbing, why not buy a drink from the Mystery Shop since you're already there? :)

Crowley wipes his brow and sighs in relief... What could have been a massive PR nightmare was just narrowly avoided!! (He still crows at the students that snuck off though, since he's suuuuuch a caring instructor that deeply cares about their education!!)

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hellitwasyoufirstsergeant · 2 years

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“I’m so lonely” - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you finally confess to Eddie how lonely you’ve been feeling. Emotional hurt/comfort

A/N: my first posted ST fic! I’m so nervous. I hope people enjoy this, it may or may not have been heavily inspired by my own feelings of loneliness. If only I had an Eddie lol. Please reblog or comment if you enjoy my work! My requests are open, my rules can be found in my navigation post which is linked in my bio >3

Warnings: discussions of loneliness. Reader sits in Eddie’s lap but no mention is made of size or appearance of the reader. 'Princess' is used as a term of endearment but the reader is gender neutral. No use of Y/N. Not proofread sorry

Word Count: 1.3k

Eddie Munson was the best boyfriend on the planet. You were certain that no one could hold a candle to your Eddie.

He told you he loved you a hundred times a day - quite literally, he always counted. He’d gaze at you like you’d hung the moon, even when he was meant to be focused on the movie showing in the cinema or the road in front of him as he drove his van. He’d make sure you drank enough water every single day. He’d tie up your shoelaces if they came undone in the street. He was perceptive enough to realise whenever something was wrong, and he’d listen while you vented, before attempting to kiss the hurt away. Eddie was everything to you. But that was part of the problem.

Eddie wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your best friend. Which sounds cute. Yet he was your best friend because he was your only friend. Sure, you had fun with Robin and Steve, and occasionally you and Eddie would invite Max and Lucas over to his trailer for a movie night. Although you loved your family, it was a small one.

In essence, you often felt that the only person you made a difference to in life was Eddie. That the only person who’d notice your absence was Eddie. Sometimes you’d berate yourself for feeling this way - ‘why isn’t that enough?’ - but it simply wasn’t.

Eddie made you feel loved, constantly. He made you feel seen, he made you feel heard, he made you feel beautiful.

But whenever he was gone, the loneliness would gnaw away inside you, consuming your mind. A sense of isolation from those around you grew. You could be sitting next to someone on the sofa but they might as well have been a million miles away. The nights you didn’t spend with Eddie, you’d cry and cry until you fell into an exhausted stupor and finally drifted off to sleep.

Loneliness had even begun to creep into your moments with Eddie. Sometimes you’d drift off into your own little world, especially when he’d mention something he’d done with his own friends, which served as a painful reminder that you didn’t really have any of your own.

He’d noticed lately that your face seemed to pinch into a frown more often. He tried to convince himself that your sorrowful expressions weren’t because of him, but you had been pulling away lately, skipping plans and coming up with bullshit excuses.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Eddie murmurs as he plops down on the bed next to you. You silently curse whichever member of your family had let him in the house. Because Eddie is right, you have been avoiding him.

“No I haven’t,” you mumble back, studiously avoiding eye contact.

“C’mon, don’t lie to me. Please.” If you hear the quiver in his plea, you don’t acknowledge it.

“Am not.” Eddie huffs at your second lie, dropping off the bed and coming to kneel at your feet. The way his big soft eyes gaze up at you reminds you of the labrador you had as a kid and the way it would beg for treats. Eddie, on the other hand, was begging for something more serious.

“I love you.” Your voice breaks slightly and you sigh deeply, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You squeeze them shut, willing them away, but you can feel Eddie’s eyes glued to your face and the tears can’t help but fall. They betray you, as if your poor attempts at lying hadn’t already.

“I love you too baby.” He knows better than to press you. Shuffling in closer, Eddie places his hands in your lap, letting you fiddle with his rings. You lean forward to press your forehead to his as you sniffle, basking in the scent of his shampoo as his curls draw a curtain around your face. You try to speak but choke on your sobs, squeezing his hands.

He shifts back up onto the bed next to you, and pulls you into his lap so your chest is touching his. You have no idea how long you spend sitting in his embrace, willing yourself to speak.

“I just…” Your voice cracks. Silence. He waits. You swallow.

“I feel like a burden to you sometimes. You’re my only person.” Eddie’s brow furrows.

“What do you mean sweetheart?” His soft caress on your face is soothing, and encourages you to continue.

“I know I have family and sometimes we look after the kids and see Robin and Steve, but…” Deep breath. “You’re… you’re the only person who I really have. I feel like you’re the only person who loves me. The only person who’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”

Tears roll down your cheeks but you make no move to stop them this time. Eddie does the job instead, his thumb gently wiping the moisture away, repeating the action as more tears fall.

“And I love you so much, it should be enough that the only person I’m important to is you. I don’t know why that isn’t enough, but it isn’t. You make me feel so loved, Eddie. More loved than I’ve ever felt. But I feel so fucking lonely.” At your final admission, your throat closes and you can’t carry on speaking as sobs rack your body.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay my love.” Eddie rocks you back and forth slightly in an attempt to calm you as you sob into his shoulder. You both stay in the same position for a while, Eddie as patient as he always is with you, waiting until you exhausted yourself with your sobs before speaking again.

“Will you promise me something?” Nodding, you pull away to face him. His thumb wipes the tear tracks on your cheeks with such a gentleness you find yourself wanting to cry again, although this time for a happier reason.

“Will you promise to tell me when you feel like this? I know I can’t make it all go away but you don’t need to bottle this shit up, princess. You don’t have to fight it on your own.” You crash into his chest and squeeze him tight, prompting him to chuckle into your hair as he draws his arms back around you.

“I promise,” you mumble into his torso. “I love you, teddy bear.” He flushes and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Do you want to talk about it more?” You ponder his question for a few quiet moments, but you’re physically and mentally exhausted from the sobs that had racked your body.

“I’m too tired Eds, but maybe tomorrow? If you’re really sure you want to listen.”

“Of course I want to listen. You’re my girl, and that means you never have to deal with anything on your own. I’m right here, sweetheart. Always.”

Eddie sticks to his word in the morning. Not that you ever doubted he would.

You guess that Eddie has at least told the others that you need some TLC in the following few days when Will calls just to remind you he loves you, with a sincerity that no one could mistake; when Mike concedes that you’re pretty cool, followed by the awkwardest shoulder punch known to man; when Nancy and Robin rope you into their weekly movie nights - you’d never confess to them that the films they chose were far too highbrow for your taste.

You don’t think it’s a coincidence either when Lucas invites you on his and Max’s upcoming pinecone collecting adventure in the woods next to Hawkins. You’re absolutely certain it’s not a coincidence when Steve offers to teach you how to drive in his precious BMW, knowing that he’d never willingly let anyone else behind the wheel.

While Eddie would absolutely claim it’s a coincidence if you called him out, it’s entirely intentional on his part that he now tells you I love you a hundred-and-one times a day.

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d4vynn · 1 year

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Knight!Xiao whose task is to protect you, the crown prince/princess until you ascend to the throne. He's pretty young- much younger than his comrades- but that doesn't make him any less of a royal guard.

Having been personally assigned to you by the king/queen, Xiao takes his duties seriously- he puts your safety above anything else as expected but sometimes it feels like he's doing it for personal reasons too.

"To be foolish enough to leave the castle without m- any guards..." The sounds of the festival bleed into the quiet alleyway where your guard has cornered you. He pulls your hood over your head with a stern tug. "Had something happened to you tonight, we would not have known until the morning."

There's something in the way he speaks. The uncharacteristic hint of desperation and impatience that weaves into his tone is unfamiliar and conflicting. His overprotectiveness is unbearable sometimes, but at the same time, you're a little flattered that he'd worry for you so much- considering how cold he has been to you lately.

He's a knight, it's his job to worry- you remind yourself with a twinge of disappointment.

"I just wanted to see the festival." You huff with a scowl. Weakly pulling away, you glare into his piercing irises then turn back to the golden lights stringed across the streets that glimmer dreamily. You can hear cheery laughter and melodies float into the air. "Father never lets me go out for festivals- 'it's for commoners,' he says. What if I want to see what life is like for the people I will eventually rule over?"

There's something in the silence that hangs in the air. It almost makes you want to take off running. It'd be difficult but with the size of the crowd you could lose him as long as you keep running. "I'm going, whether or not you like it! So if you want to--"

"I will accompany you tonight."

"-stop me then- wait what?"

Xiao sighs and tugs his own hood up and over his head. "I will accompany you," he repeats and takes you by the hand. "Only for tonight, and we will return before the sun comes up."

The defeated sigh he lets out is enough for you to grin.

Surprise makes way for giddiness, and you squeeze his hand tightly. "Really? Then what're we waiting for-? I saw a stall that sells almond tofu, I figured..."

He stops listening when you begin to ramble, too distracted by the way your hand fits perfectly in his. Something in his chest tugs and tugs and he lets himself be dragged around by you until you're satisfied.

As a knight, Xiao never slacks in his duty to protect you. But when it comes to your impulsive whims, he might make a few exceptions and indulge you, if only to see that dazzling smile on your face.

You've met prince Scaramouche once before during a visit to his kingdom for a diplomatic conference. Quiet and brooding in his mother's courtyard, you noticed how hesitant his maids were in approaching him.

In an effort to spark conversation, you approached him with a well-practices mile and greetings. What you hadn't expected was to end up patting the young prince's back consolingly as he vented about his younger sister always outshining him despite all of his efforts.

"It's so- it's so unfair!" He hisses, wiping furiously at his damp cheeks as you nod along. Scaramouche huffs and puffs as he continues to berate his sister as well as himself, cheeks red as he internally curses himself for showing a weak and vulnerable side of himself to an opposing prince/princess. "I don't care if you laugh- go on! Laugh at me, I don't care at all--"

There's pity in your eyes when you watch him break down, a young prince succumbing to the pressure of nobility leaves a bitter but familiar taste in your mouth. Memories of nights spent sobbing and along resurface to the forefront of your mind. How could you leave him like this? When you yourself had wished for someone to hear your cries and offer a shoulder?

His words die in his throat when a warmth envelops his torso, the smell of your perfume/cologne invading his senses as his hands reach to dig into the fabric of your clothes. Another wave of tears pool into his eyes and he spits insults and curses into your shoulder- yet he refuses to release you until his tears are dried and the sun has set.

You haven't spoken to the prince since that day. In fact, you don't think you've seen him at all. Something in the back of your mind tells you to find him, but it's a hopeless endeavor when even the maids cannot tell you.

It's the moment you're about to leave that he finally appears.

"I won't forget this," he says before you step into the carriage. The carriage that will take you home and away from him. Electric purple eyes glower into yours, an unspoken promise binding the two of you together.

The next time you meet prince Scaramouche, you're both significantly older. No longer is he the snobby, teary-eyed prince you remembered from your youth.

Taller, stronger and driven by emotion, he approaches you during a ball and takes your hand in his. Amidst the whispers that erupt throughout the room, he leans forward with a smug smile and proudly proclaims to make you his partner.

He had loved you since that day, and he promises to love you for the rest of your lives.

#can you tell i didnt know how to end scara's part #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact headcanons

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mixsethaddams · 11 months

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Soft Steddie summertime ficlet. Pure fluff. ~1700 words. No ratings or warnings.

Twitter got it first but tumblr got spellchecked 😹

One of Steve’s favourite things to do on a hot summer morning, was to stay in bed.

It was his own little form of rebellion. After years of being forced to get up at the crack of dawn to ‘not waste the weather!’ as a kid, he loved nothing more as an adult than to listen to the bird song through the window, muffled by the closed drapes.

He wasn’t always able to break the habit of a lifetime. He spent a long time after his parents stopped coming home still hauling himself up with the sun and berating himself into doing something that was worthy of the good day.

Some people didn’t have the luxury of getting up and going out to enjoy a hot day, so he should just be grateful. He spent more days than he could count sitting at the edge of the quarry, watching the gang play in the water. They loved it when Steve called to see if they wanted to do something for the day. They’d still be half asleep whereas he would’ve been awake for hours, waiting for a reasonable time to pick up the phone.

He would sit with a hot coffee, another little ‘fuck you’ to his mother. He loved warm drinks on sunny days, the way the extra heat made the tip of his nose prickle. His mother insisted he only ever have the awful homemade lemonade she never made sweet enough and steeped the peels in for too long. It was bitter enough to make Steve gag if he didn’t brace himself properly for it.

It wasn’t until the arrival of Eddie Munson that things started to shift for Steve.

He noticed it for the first time when, at one of the many quarry days, Eddie stole a long mouthful of Steve’s coffee before lighting a cigarette and settling down onto the rocky beach next to him.

“Fuck that’s good,” muttered Eddie, wiping a stray drop from his chin.

Steve stared in half-disbelief. Everyone made fun of his little thermos before now.

Steve felt a familiar flutter in his chest.

He’d been ignoring it up until now, convincing himself it was nothing because how could it be, they had nothing in common? Surviving a bizarre mind wizard’s attempt to end the world doesn’t exactly count as a ‘shared interest’.

Steve tested the waters slowly throughout the rest of the day. Nothing too crazy, nothing too deep. Just to see how close to his own opinions Eddie’s answers would land.

“Ed, I’m gonna do an ice cream run. Whats your favourite?”

“Anything lemon lime, man, thanks”

Steve’s favourite was the lemon lime popsicle.

“I got some snacks too, here, which one do you want?”

“Oh shit is that a Baby Ruth? I’m taking that, fuck the kids”

Steve had bought himself that same candy bar.

But Steve shook himself off again because come on, really? They were like, the two most popular things out there.

Only when the kids emerged from the water for their lunch did Steve see a little more of what they had in common.

There were pouts all round when the rules of an on-the-spot game were in dispute.

Voices spoke over each other to get the adults to agree that they were right and their rules were the ones that should be followed.

Steve sighed and prepared himself. Of course, the only options were to either find a new game entirely, or figure out the rules again together as group, right from the beginning.

Steve was used to being fought every step of the way on things like this. Robin and Nancy would make unhelpful comments in jest, and Steve would end up the bad guy for at least two of the gang.

He was about to open his mouth to propose his solution, when Eddie beat him to it.

“So find another fuckin’ game?”

Eddie said it so easily, licking melted popsicle juice from the side of his hand.

“But-!” The protests came immediately. Steve readied himself to dive in.

But Eddie spoke first again.

“If you can’t agree on this one, find another one,” he said firmly. “You wanna sit out here and talk about rules for an hour until its all straightened out?”

Heads shook.

“Didn’t think so. Now fuck off, you’re in my sun,”

Steve watched with wide eyes as the kids, who were really almost college aged by now, went happily back to the water.

“How did you do that?” asked Steve.

“Do what?”

“Make them listen!”

Eddie laughed.

“They had two options, they picked one, simple,” said Eddie with a shrug.

Steve watched Eddie carefully, waiting for more of an explanation that never came.

“What, you had a different solution?” asked Eddie.

Steve shook his head.

“Thats exactly what I was going to say,” said Steve, looking out to the water where they were playing together merrily.

“We good?” asked Eddie slowly, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah!” said Steve quickly, realising he’d been staring. “Not used to having someone on my side when they start fighting, thats all,”

Eddie hummed and went back to his candy, occassionally stealing more of Steve’s coffee.

When the sun was finally lowering in the sky and the water was getting that little bit too cool to be enjoyable, Steve and Eddie shared the last cigarette in the pack while everyone else towelled off and gathered their stuff.

“So what, uh…” started Steve. “What would you usually do on a day like this? Or is this your thing?”

Steve was curious if all the little shared enjoyments and opinions of the day would continue. If it would amount to the thing at the top of Steve’s list, that he’d been bred to believe as ‘shameful’.

Eddie hummed around the butt of their cigarette before passing it back to Steve, giving him the last drag.

“Big plans for days like this, Harrington,” said Eddie, stretching out and resting back on his elbows.

Steve felt his stomach twist. He’d gotten it wrong. That was fine. It wasn’t a big deal. Steve was used to thinking he’d found someone he could be himself around and then realising he was wrong.

“I would’ve stayed in bed all damn day,” said Eddie, smiling softly up at the sky.

Wait. What?

“You…bed?” stuttered Steve. “Seriously?”

Eddie rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” mumbled Eddie. “Don’t waste the day or whatever. You ever stayed in a dark room when its sunny out? Life changing, man. Ultimate relaxation knowing you’re choosing comfort over convention. Trust me,”

Steve was stunned.

“I…I was thinking the same,” admitted Steve.

“It’s nice,” he muttered, not looking up at Eddie and feeling embarrassed somehow. “I like listening to the, um, to the birds, you know? But still being in bed,”

Eddie nodded his head.

“I totally get it,” agreed Eddie, smiling wide. Steve’s chest felt like it was about to burst when they made eye contact.

“Wonder what else we have in common,” said Eddie coyly, leaning in to knock his shoulder against Steve’s hip.

They found out later that night that they both liked a lot of the same things.

They liked how each other sounded when they giggled softly through their first kiss, sitting on the roof of Eddie’s trailer and watching the stars.

They found out they both liked teasing fingertips and gentle pushing and pulling in the right direction.

They found out they both liked to sleep holding hands to ground them against the anxiety that still plagued their little group.

They liked the bubble they created between themselves, and filled it quickly with love.

And now, late into the morning of a blazing hot mid summer day. The phone off the hook since the night before and the walkies designated for emergency use only.

They were lying together, curled up and bordering on too hot under the blanket, listening to the birds.

They listened as the rest of the neighbourhood woke up and spurred to life, cars starting and families yelling.

It was a few weeks since that day at the quarry.

Steve and Eddie had spent every night and most of every day together. They agreed on everything. Well, except pizza toppings, but Eddie would eat all the olives so it was fine. Steve’s dad had once told him that in a business if two people agree on everything, you don’t need to keep them both around.

Steve wrapped his arms tighter around Eddie and said a silent prayer that he never tried to treat a relationship like a business. That was his parents’ mistake, he thought.

It was all very new. Some people still didn’t know the true nature of their increased ‘sleepovers’, but Steve was already aghast at the idea of being without Eddie again.

He knew they’d argue eventually. They’d find a tipping point on something that they wouldn’t see eye to eye on. Steve was ready for that day. He didn’t want to think of them ever fighting but he was realistic. Steve just knew he would never make the same mistakes as his parents did, and he’d do everything he could come out the other side with his Eddie still under his arm.

Eddie stirred fully awake when a car horn blared from down the street.

“Mmmmph!” he whined. “They scared the fucking birds away,”

Steve smiled and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. Eddie sighed and nuzzled in closer, settling himself in Steve’s neck with a contented hum.

“We doin’ anything today?” murmered Eddie.

Steve stroked his back in long, slow waves.

“Just this,” he whispered.

Eddie nodded, and his body soon went lax as he he drifted back to sleep.

Steve felt like crying, in fact he thought he might. He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose into Eddie’s hair. Steve was almost surprised at the overwhelming wave of contentment that crashed over him.

Years spent feeling guilt for not ‘enjoying the sun’ were slowly ebbing away. How could he feel bad over what he was doing now? How could the love, and safety he felt now, be bad?

Steve selfishly thought he would sacrifice ever seeing the sun again, if every morning was like this.

And it had been, hadn’t it? For weeks now. Steve woke up feeling just like this, for weeks.

Steve smiled to himself and tightened his hold on Eddie’s body. He felt a tear slide down his cheek as he settled himself into his pillow.

The birds returned and resumed their song.

And for hours, Steve listened.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #seth writes #steve x eddie #steddie fic #probably still a fee typos hanging around #fluff fic #soft fic #summer fic

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lozchi · 9 months

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A little tiger?

A/N: first fic, edited, I don't think I could balance the length to separate it into chapters, so here ya go XD Decided to write for Hoon-ie after not getting enough fics of him. I read every possible fic in existence, so now I'm joining the rabbit hole. Pairing: Taehoon Seong x !F reader (Gender Neutral, actually. But it steers more towards a female reader.) Themes: Fluff, profane language, actual fluff

i am convinced this man wears eyeliner.

There were a few things that you came to agree on with Taehoon before you moved in together, in which he took the time to hash out the nitty-gritty details that would shape your lifestyle.

First things first, cleanliness was non-negotiable. Clean up after your own mess, get rid of those stinky socks on the coffee table, and don't you dare delay washing those dirty dishes. A fair share of chores is just as important. Fuck gender roles. That shit doesn't matter to Taehoon, neither to you. You embraced a fair distribution of chores, because who needs traditional gender norms cramping your style?

Communication was key to keeping your domestic life intact. You made it a rule to give each other a heads-up before inviting anyone over. Taehoon didn't want to be caught by your dad walking out of his room after he just woke up, walking around the place while he was shirtless, and you couldn't blame him. No free fanservice for your old man, sorry.

And then, there was the ultimate deal-breaker: absolutely, ABSOLUTELY no pets allowed. Sad, but necessary. You both recognized the responsibilities and potential burden that a furry friend could bring into your peaceful (chaotic mostly, thanks to your petty bickerings) haven. So, you made the tough call to keep your space pet-free, even though it meant missing out on endless cuteness.

These seemingly straightforward house rules were the backbone of your cohabitation. You can see where this is going at, just basic house rules you'd need to abide by. Easy peasy, right?

Dragging your exhausted self through the threshold, you fumbled with your keys, the metallic jingle filling the air as you struggled to unlock the door. With a half-hearted stretch and a lazy rub of your bleary eyes, you muttered curses under your breath. Fuck them. The sheer stupidity of your project groupmates. Ugh, seriously, could life get any more frustrating? But hey, that's fine since you have-

"You cute little shit. You're mine."

Are your ears lying to you? Is your menace of a boyfriend baby talking someone… Who's not you?!? To hear him speak so sweetly that he would never even bring himself to talk to you in the same way as he did just now. That's right, give him a piece of your mind.

Brows furrowing in frustration and jealousy, you'd speak up. You need to talk to him, he deserves a little lecture. As you walked inside your humble abode, you grumpily stomped your way to the bedroom.

"Taehoon Seong, What the f-"

Caught red-handed, Taehoon's eyes widened as he notices your enraged expression. In a panicked manner, he swiftly hurled a nearby blanket into a corner of the room, as if hoping to hide the evidence of his silly stunt. You'd rarely see such a horrified look on his usually stoic expression, Calling this pretty boy other than the stupid nicknames you give him feels so strangely threatening, almost like stepping into uncharted territory. Hello? He's "Hoon-ie", "Pretty Boy", "Sneaky Link", "Sexy Bastard"… Who the fuck is "Taehoon Seong"?

But before you could launch into a full-blown confrontation, a soft and unmistakable "Meow" reverberated through the air, breaking the awkward tension. Busted. Who would have ever thought that Taehoon, the seemingly more composed and level-headed one in the relationship, would dare to break the sacred "no pets" rule? It was unbelievable, mind-boggling, and to make matters worse, it wasn't even you who did this cheeky act. This left you momentarily stunned.

Now, off to berating your boyfriend.

"Oi, I thought we–"

"That was me."

"Didn't know that my man can meow like a harmless creature–"

"Shut the fuck up…"

An awkward silence fills the air for a moment, with you thinking about the act Taehoon pulled, while he starts contemplating whether or not he should break it. The tension was then interrupted by this "unwanted guest". Of course, the cat manages to escape from the blanket, heading its way towards you, its tiny paws padding across the floor.

You know that you can't stay mad, especially when Taehoon is being unusually soft – except that it's not being directed towards you. Your boyfriend is an immature dick of a tsundere, deal with it.

Leaning down to stroke the adorable creature that had stolen your boyfriend's heart, you couldn't help but be enthralled by its soft, velvety fur. Okay, let's admit it, the cat was undeniably cute, but that didn't mean you could suppress the pangs of jealousy that surged within you as Taehoon showered the little feline with affection.

"Why on earth didn't you give me a heads up about bringing this cute shit home? Seriously, you've broken not one, but two rules,"

You exclaimed, unable to hide your frustration.

He glanced at you, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes.

"I acted impulsively, and I'm sorry."

Is what you imagined he would say. After all, he should apologize for his thoughtless actions. But let's face it, again – your boyfriend had a knack for being a dick. Instead of the heartfelt apology you expected, all you received was a blank stare and a nonchalant shrug.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

You exclaimed, exasperatedly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a weary sigh. Finally, he broke his silence, bringing an end to the internal debate he seemed to be having.

"I brought it home because it reminded me of you."

And that's a good thing right? He probably brought it home since the cat was cute, like you, right?

"Where did you even get this? Did you buy it, take it from an animal shelter, take it from the streets… Or did you steal this from someone?"

Too many questions, Taehoon is NOT willing to answer them. But he does anyway because you being an interrogative bitch needs to stop.

"Took it from the streets after I-"

Taehoon began, but you interrupted him, already familiar with the story.

"Lemme guess, another round of beating assholes up?"

You asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you gave him that annoying, knowing, AUDACIOUS smirk. It turns him on a little though, not that he'd admit that.

"They were hurting it."

So, instead of mindlessly beating the shit out of random thugs just for 500 won, he had actually stepped in to protect the defenseless creature? For once, Taehoon had an actual reason for his actions – okay, maybe not once – but it caused a surprising warmth to spread through your heart. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. It was as if he genuinely wanted to provide a safe haven for the cat, and that realization melted away any lingering resentment.

You looked at Taehoon, noticing a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he gazed at the little feline. You could've sworn he looked so determined to keep the rascal. In that moment, your heart softened at the oddity of your dear menace.

"Okay, but for real, why did the cat remind you of me?"

Ugh, seriously. Stop with the questions. It's slightly pissing Taehoon off to the extent that he'd kick your ass (only lightly though, knowing full well that it'd rile you up anyway).

"Weak and helpless like you. Especially during training. At least sometimes. Most of the time."

If you expected a better answer than that, then prepare to be dissapointed. He's Taehoon Seong after all, you brought yourself into this.

"And in bed too-"

You send a series of aggressive smacks on his ass. His comment was a little uncalled for! Oh, come on, Taehoon!

"And cute. And cute! Stop it, bitch!"

He chuckled in amusement; those little hits would do little to no damage. And once you stopped, the both of you would look at the cat with another question in mind.

"What are you gonna name it?"

"Ratface."

"Disgusting. Let's go for it."

"Bitch, I was kidding."

"Hoon-ie Junior, then?"

"That's a shitty name."

"It stemmed from yours though-"

"Exactly."

"Meow~"

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Taehoon's naming skills were straight up shitty, and it was painfully obvious considering the ridiculous names he had come up with so far. Some were unnecessarily flamboyant, meant purely for sarcastic amusement, while others were downright horrendous. But let's face it, naming a cat after a character from Tekken would be a vast improvement compared to "Ratface." It had been ten fucking minutes, and neither you nor Taehoon had managed to think of a decent name yet.

"What about 'Hwoarang'?"

"Seriously? Haha, you're terrible at this."

You couldn't help but sneer at Taehoon, teasing him mercilessly as he futilely attempted to push your face away, only for you to playfully bring it even closer, peppering his face with kisses. Deep down, he wanted to do the same to you right now, but his entire focus was fixated on finding a proper name for the cat.

"Bitch, you're no better yourself,"

He retorted with a scoff, rolling his eyes in exasperation. I mean, who in their right mind would name something as sweet as this little feline "Tabasco"?

"Pocachip."

You suggested, realizing that both you and Taehoon were nowhere near finding a suitable name.

With a defeated sigh, Taehoon gave up, flopping down on the bed with the cat resting in his lap. It seemed better to leave the poor thing unnamed than to burden it with a ridiculous moniker. Naming could wait for now.

Ugh, if you ever considered having mini Taehoons then- whoops, too early for that.

But honestly, if you couldn't even come up with a name for a cat, how on earth would you manage to name your own children? Then again, it was too early to think about starting a family, and having kids wasn't currently an option on the table.

"I'll go out and buy some things for the cat."

Leaving again? You just got home. Not on your pretty boy's watch. Before you could make a move, Taehoon swiftly grabbed your wrist, his expression turning blank as he stared at you intently.

"I already took care of that."

He stated firmly.

This man was full of surprises. It was evident that he truly wanted to take care of the cat. Seeing Taehoon in this soft and caring state was unusual but endearing. If you got to witness this side of him every day, then you had no choice but to happily play the third wheel while he tended to the little kitten.

"You're really serious about this. Hah! I always knew you were a softy deep down~"

Bitch, you're teasing him so much. Stop poking his cheeks and shit, it's making him feel all giddy. He smacked your hand away, but you could have sworn to god you saw a faint pink tint on his usually pale complexion. Damn it, his fair skin made it difficult for him to hide the blush.

Minutes, hours then days pass by in a blur. Yet you and Taehoon are still no closer to giving the furball a decent name, not that the little stray needs one. The cat shall remain nameless for now, no big deal. Your life's still pretty much the same, at least a little.

Though there were times you felt a pang of jealousy creep over you as Taehoon would DELIBERATELY sweet talk the kitten just to get a reaction out of you. LOL! You have no idea how smug he feels whenever you pout or sulk in the corner of the room. He knows what he's doing, and once you caught on, he turned it down a little. Keyword: A little.

You thought caring for the adorable kitten while Taehoon was away for taekwondo practice would be easy-peasy-Taehoon-tease-me. But you were so wrong.

"Psspspspss kitty kitty!"

You call, desperately trying to gain the cat's affection. But to no avail. How does Taehoon make it look so effortless?

Every time you and Taehoon want some lovey-dovey time, that furry menace does everything to steal your man's attention. The lion, the witch, the audacity of this bitch. This goddamn motherfucker's gonna keep Taehoon all to itself.

"Cockblocker."

You sigh in frustration.

The furball has now wormed its way into your hearts. Yet giving it a name seems impossible. For now, the nameless stray shall remain…causing mischief and mayhem, one purr at a time.

"Hoon-ie, I have no idea how you get that little shit listen to you."

Other than Taehoon being the one to bring the cat home, is there really something else that would make the fluffball listen to him? Okay, he's intimidating, that's a plus. And it's the same reason as to why Hobin and Snapper would have to deal with his antics.

"My words are law."

"Not to me, they're not."

Taehoon chuckles. Oh, how could you be so stubborn? Accept the fact that this man will get anything he wants, no matter what sort of measures he'd take.

"I'm just better than you at everything else."

You gasped in mock offense, though deep down you knew that his statement was about 49.99% correct. But hey, at least you're better in making his heart pound of his chest. He gets all tingly and warm, ew, cringe. You make him feel so weak and you're not just better at it, you're the best.

"Huh? Wanna bet, pretty boy?!?"

Once you've started, know that you shouldn't back down. After all, you don't want to deal with Taehoon's teasing all week for such a petty argument.

"Alright, how about this - whoever can get the little shit to sit on their lap first wins."

Damn, this pretty boy loves you so much to the point he'll participate or even suggest bullshit.

"HAH! YOU'LL SEE."

You and Taehoon shoot challenging glances at each other as you call the cat, trying to lure it over with treats and toys. The furball pays you no heed and walks between the two of you, seemingly ignoring your bets and bickering.

"We really need a name for it."

And "Pocachip", "Tabasco", "Hoon-ie Jr." is not allowed. Taehoon starts to think whether or not you were hungry during thinking about those names. "Sh-"

"No."

#taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #viral hit #ptj universe #help idk what im doing #viral hit taehoon #how to fight taehoon #taehoon bb #seong taehun #seong taehoon x reader #taehun seong #doyouhave500won #taehoon seong #i wish there was only one way to spell his name I'm struggling

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chipsncookies · 6 months

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Have you ever thought of making an Explorer oc or explorersona?

Ok so this is not really my oc or sona, he exists in the show (but I'm sure he's actually different than what i designed so i think this counts as oc..?) recently i made a fan design for gibeon!!

Yes you can tell based on his hair i headcanon he's amethio's father lol.*

I think as a leader, Gibeon is, well he always seem cold and calculating, and he and Amethio are related to Lucius' friends** so he wants his son to continue whatever his/Explorers goal is (assert his right as descendants of Lucius' friends? Money? Power?) meanwhile as a father maybe he cares for Amethio but he's too caught up in his own ambitions that he forgets/doesn't realise his expectations for Amethio is putting pressure on him.

I headcanon he distances himself from Amethio in an effort to not coddle him, because he wants Amethio to grow on his own + not want to show favoritism among the Explorers members***, but he makes sure Hamber reports to him about the boy (we see Amethio communicates with him a lot). Even though Gibeon is not harsh with Amethio - removing him from the mission but did not scold or berate him like i expect a villain team leader would do - Amethio still feels the need to measure up to him. Which is made worse because he's in his emo teenage years (just look at him in the new op)

He doesn't have a good role model, he doesn't have people to confide to (well actually he has Zir and Conia but he doesn't talk to them about his feelings) and the rest of the Explorers are not really friendly with him either so he's kinda stuck, he feels he had no choice but to do things on his own.

I like to think that their family ties will be tested one day, with Amethio questioning if he's really worth to be a successor for Gibeon. Since episode 1 fans have noticed the different dynamics between amethio-explorers and liko-rvt, the former is cold and formal(?) meanwhile the latter is more organic and found-family like, therefore many people speculated amethio will join rvt and find that they treat him better (im in this camp and i want him to sing the pokerap)

*This is mainly based on my interpretation of Amethio's behaviour, how he really wants to get the pendant no matter what, it could be caused by him wanting to gain approval from his father. And during the first Explorers meeting, Amethio was physically present, suggesting he was near their headquarters compared to the others who joined virtually - suggesting closer ties? He's also not afraid of breaking rules by continuing to pursue the pendant even when gibeon officially removes him from the mission and he's not punished for it, compared to how Hamber (the butler) is more strict with Sango and Onyx.

***Also Amethio has his own personal grunts and a submarine meanwhile other members don't really have those (spinel only has a van lol).

**Hamber pretty much confirmed that Explorers have ties with Lucius (they were his friend), and Terapagos had a strong reaction to Amethio specifically??

This turned out really long im so sorry anon I'm obsessed about Explorers especially Amethio but thanks for asking!! 💖💖 I'm pretty sure a lot of these will turn out wrong but it's fun to speculate lolol

#pokemon #pokemon horizons #gibeon #amethio #team explorers #pokeani #chips's oc #asks #if he turned out not to be related to amethio i still hope he has a banger design #he cant lose to his underlings lol #my headcanons

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Behind the Scenes The Evolution of the Near-Punch in Between Us

Intro

One of my favorite things about any production is when I find out that there's been a collaborative effort in the storytelling and character-building. Between Us, directed by New Siwaj Sawatmaneekul, has a fantastic example of this: the evolution of the post-drowning scene in episode six.

So! Overall, there have been three iterations of the scene: the original in the novel, the pilot teaser released in February of 2022, and episode six of the main series.

Let's see how we got from A to Bee to Sea. (I'm not sorry.)

The Novel Scene

“Entering the pool without permission from an authorized person is breaking the rules. You can be kicked out of the club.” His fierce eyes were looking at the junior who was now very pale. “And if I had not noticed the light from the pool, which made me come to check, what would have happened?!” Win felt a chill in his heart. He had just walked past the club and had seen the lights. He thought he had forgotten to turn them off, so he came to check. But instead, he saw someone drowning in the middle of the pool. If he hadn’t come in time... “Answer me, Team! Why are you doing this?!” Win grabbed the boy's shoulder and forced him to make eye contact. “I wanted to practice.” “What?!” “I just wanted to practice so that I could get a good time tomorrow!!” “What fucking practice!!" Win shouted, his eyes redder than the person who almost drowned. "You almost drowned, you bastard!! you almost died in front of me, do you understand!” “I…” smack The senior punched him hard in the face with a force that caused him to sway. Team cried out and felt the taste of blood in his mouth. He wanted to make excuses, but when he saw the pain in the senior's eyes, he couldn't speak. “Hia, I...” “If I came one minute later. No, even if only thirty seconds later, you might have already drowned at the bottom of the pool, do you understand?” “I…” The boy hugged himself tightly. It was true. A few more moments and he would have... Team was shocked when his body was suddenly pulled and hugged, his face buried in Win’s chest. Win's whole body was trembling like a frightened animal. Team’s guilt was so overwhelming that he couldn't say anything, but he raised his hands and hugged him back. He gently stroked Win's wet back to comfort him. “Don't do this again...” “Mmm…” “My heart will break…” “Mmm…” Team hugged the senior more tightly as warm tears fell from his eyes. It was not only him who was hurt. Hia was, too. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

To summarize, Team is nervous about the upcoming qualifying meet. He only got two hours of fitful, nightmare-ravaged sleep on his own the night before, so he decides swimming will help him sleep. He sneaks into the pool, doesn't stretch, and swims until his leg cramps up. He nearly drowns, Win saves him, berates him, punches him, hugs him, takes him home, etc.

In many ways, it's very similar to the scene we got in the main series. But it's different enough that I wanted to talk about it.

I've talked about my personal perspective on the novel scene before. Basically, I've drawn a line in my head between Novel WinTeam and Main Series WinTeam. Novel WinTeam are LazySheep's creation, so what they do and say and think and feel are primarily decided by LazySheep and her editor. Main Series WinTeam, however, were created through the close collaboration of Sheep acting as a scriptwriter adapting her work for the screen, New, and WinTeam's actors Boun and Prem. (And opinions and reactions from fans and professionals affiliated with the series have also likely shaped their development along the way.)

[Sheep drew and posted this adorable comic of WinTeam and BounPrem together the day Between Us was first announced on July 5th, 2020.]

Boun's Win has always had a casual, insouciant kind of charisma that feels inherently nonthreatening, whereas Novel Win sometimes feels more like a Dude. A Good Dude, but a Dude nonetheless. Then we have Prem's Team who is, simply put, sassy and adorable, whereas Novel Team is also, y'know, kind of a Dude.

Take the hookup scene as an example. In the novel, there's no conversation about consent, no careful check that Team's sober and aware of what's going on. It's just what you'd expect from two horny guys down to bone: some light banter and then Win gives Team a handjob while they're still outside. And that's fine! It's realistic! It's probably happening somewhere right now. <3

“What do you want me to help you with?” Win crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the junior who was clearly uncomfortable and looked like he was ready to slap his face. “If you leave it like this, it's torture, don’t you know? It'll be very uncomfortable. Just helping each other as friends, right?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging the junior. Team turned around and peered at the darkness around him. Only the sound of the waves from the beach hitting the shore and the laughing sounds of the other young men who were still at the barbecue could be heard. “What are you looking at?” Team gulped and asked tentatively. Win shrugged his shoulders, pulled the upper arm of the junior, and walked towards the dark corner of the bungalow and into the dense, quiet bushes. “Shit! Huh, really? Seriously?” Team, who had never let a friend help him jerk off, was feeling light-headed. The more he saw, the more he knew that hia was serious. Team was startled when he was suddenly turned to face the bungalow wall. “Shush, don’t make any noise. People in the next room will hear,” Win said while pushing his leg in between Team’s own legs to push them apart. Team squinted and stared at the senior with shock. So skillful! “Mmmm…” The boy could barely hold his breath when he felt the warmth on his back. His elastic pants were pulled down along with his underwear. He almost didn’t want to believe what he was doing right now. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

This is just standard hookup culture. Team's hot, Win's DTF, Team makes the startling realization that he, too, is DTF, so they go off and F. After the handjob, Win goes to his room, then Team hesitates and follows him. No coercion, just like the series. We don't get the sex scene in detail, but we know from Team's narration that they did in fact have some good ole fashioned penetrative sex that night (with protection!). And then they don't have sex again. We're up to chapter seventeen of Hemp Rope, and so far, chapter one is the only time they've Done the Deed. [EDIT 12-16-2022: Chapter eighteen was released yesterday and -spoiler- there’s a note from the author saying WinTeam have sex there but she’s releasing the scene later on as bonus material.]

I bring this up to emphasize that these are different characters from the ones BounPrem are portraying. So when I read the chapter with the punch, I thought it fit. Because it's who they are in the novel. We don't really see Win's insecurities explored in Hemp Rope, so for me, punching Team came across as evidence of how frantic and primal his fear of losing Team was, and perhaps a bit of his role of club senior crossing wires in his brain with his role as Team's Surrogate Sentient Bolster Pillow.

It's also worth noting that Team sneaking into the club in the novel is framed as a bad thing that he knows he could get in trouble for.

He risked getting caught sneaking in. The tall, slim body of the intruder was standing on the edge of the pool, staring blankly at his reflection in the water. Initially, Team was determined to go back to his room, but after he thought it over, he was so nervous that he couldn't sleep. He decided to sneak into the club to practice for a couple of hours. It might help him feel more comfortable and sleep better. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

He's sneaky about it. He doesn't casually tell Manaow or anyone that he's going. There's no plan to stay with Pharm, no DeanPharm date that stops him. He's just an ornery, sleep-deprived cat in a bad headspace, so he sneaks into the pool knowing it's going to get him in trouble if he's caught. In essence, he isn't framed as Team the Terribly Tragic: he's exhausted, sure, but he's also being irresponsible.

So to me, the punch in the novel felt like a, "You nearly died in front of me because you broke the rules to practice for a qualifying meet you wouldn't even have remembered in five years, you spectacular idiot." And because Win and Team being more Dudes' Dudes in the novel, that gave them an added feeling of Dudes Being Guys Who Punch. (See Also: PeteKao) It's not right or good of Win to do, but for me, the situation made sense for the characters as they are in the novel.

That brings us to:

The Pilot Teaser

The pilot teaser was our first visual of the scene, released in February of 2022.

According to behind-the-scenes footage and interviews, BounPrem practiced the punch with New on the set multiple times before they started rolling. So it was fully in the cards as something they were going to do.

But then, in the middle of the scene itself, Boun made a different choice.

Thing is, Win does hug Team in the novel. Boun just skipped the punch. When he was asked about it, Boun said he didn't feel like Win would ever hit Team.

And this is where I have a ton of respect for New and Sheep and their production: they listened to him. And then they actually incorporated his choice into the canon.

In the same pilot teaser where Boun literally pulled his punches, Prem cried after singing, even though the script didn't mention anything about Team crying. When Sheep asked him why, Prem said, "I just think Team would cry."

And again, they listened to him. They kept it.

Yesterday, Sheep did a Twitter Space talk with fans where she said Prem has been devotedly asking her if he's portraying Team correctly. She told him warmly that he knows how to play Team, and the version he portrays in the series is Team, but a Team who is fully his.

The thing with great adaptations is that they have to be allowed to become their own creation. Boun and Prem have lived with these characters in their hearts for so long that they have their own readings now of how they feel and breathe. Boun loves Win so much he said he felt empty when they unofficially wrapped up filming last month; Prem loves Team so much he's asked Sheep over and over to confirm and reconfirm that WinTeam get a happy ending (they do). They're not just doing this for a paycheck; this is a passion project. WinTeam gave them their spotlight, and they viscerally treasure these roles.

And to me, the fact that their feelings and thoughts were discussed and put into practice on the fly is really, immensely beautiful to me.

The Main Series

Now for the version we all saw yesterday.

I was so excited to see this scene. It's my second favorite in the novel (the first being the homophobia scene that we'll see next week in episode 7), and I was wildly curious about what else they'd added or adapted around Boun's punch-less choice.

First of all, the energy from both Boun and Prem is a lot higher than it was in the pilot teaser, and you can see the calm leave Win's eyes when Team gives his excuse.

The pilot teaser scene was great, and I think it fit the novel well, but the main series has been building up to Win's breakdown, so this scene really had to sell it. The script has been hinting at insecurities that are all yanked out for display in this scene.

I think Boun might have ad-libbed the "damn it" part, too, which made it my favorite line delivery of the scene. Win's voice not only breaks because he's so angry, it's also higher in tone than Win usually speaks, underscoring how out of his mind and beyond rationality he is.

Then we get to the raised fist.

And what I love about these three shots in succession is that we go from: fist, face, combination of both. The action, the emotion, the realization.

Then we see moment he realizes what he was about to do, and what he can't do.

And finally, what he chooses instead.

They took Boun's character choice and built on it beautifully. His raised fist in the pilot teaser is quick and angry and impulsive, but the main series shows him shaking and angry and terrified. He has the impulse, but he's a rational person at his core, and the sight of Team accepting whatever Win is going to do to him, because he believes he deserves it, is what snaps Win out of it.

Win's been portrayed by Boun in three different iterations now: 1) Until We Meet Again, in which he didn't have a lot of material to work with, so he let Win borrow some of his own personality traits. 2) The Between Us special episodes released in autumn of 2021. These aren't canon and were based on Sheep's social media skits that she just posted for fun. The episodes were produced as a symbol of gratitude to fans for waiting so long for the main series. As a result, the characterization in the special episodes is all over the place, and they were extremely aware of it. SWS staff and actors made a lot of jokes on social media about which scenes were BounPrem and which were WinTeam, so they're very much Grain of Salt content. 3) The main series currently airing.

Ever since Boun was cast as Win in spring of 2019, he's spent a little over three and a half years with this character, so it makes sense that the character's depth would become more and more multifaceted through his choices. Sheep started posting chapters of Hemp Rope back in or before 2017 even before the rights to The Red Thread had been sold to New and Wabi Sabi. There was no Boun, no Prem, no UWMA. Just a fun little hookup-to-lovers story with some trauma thrown in.

When Boun was cast, some fans of the novel complained that he was too thin and he looked nothing like the character. Putting aside my own very normal feral yet parasocial feelings of protectiveness for Boun and how much unnecessary pressure fans put on actors to look a certain way, there are indeed some superficial differences between the novel character and the actor. Physically, Win is drawn and described by Sheep as broad and muscular, even more so than Dean.

Team looked at him with a sharp expression. Then he moved his eyes to Win’s abs. Because he was a very attractive person, he did not like to wear shirts. He liked to show off his tattoos regardless of his roommate. Looking at those abdominal and chest muscles, Team grabbed his own muscles. Mm, pretty good. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

Sheep was a little hesitant about Boun at first because of this, but New stuck by his casting choice. Once people saw Boun with his hair dyed, it's been said by older fans that the majority of the complaints ended. With this in mind, the Win we have now was always going to be a different version from his novel self purely because New and Sheep chose an actor by his skill and his chemistry with his screen partner rather than by a physical likeness to the character.

After Boun was cast as Win, and after Sheep got to know him and Prem, and after Between Us was green-lit, she continued writing new chapters of Hemp Rope with a slightly newer take on the characters. She's said on Twitter that she's struggled to separate BounPrem from the characters (mostly jokingly), and she was also adapting the script for the series at the same time, so a lot of character building was going on at this time.

In 2021, Sheep wrote a long, long thread on Twitter telling fans how anxious and afraid she was of getting Between Us wrong. Not for herself, but for BounPrem. For New. For the queer community. She's an author who truly understands, to a debilitating degree, the amount of influence her work has. She knew this is BounPrem's first major series as leading actors, and she clearly felt the stress of that responsibility as the scriptwriter.

This whole scene does so much to showcase their strengths and growth as actors. Just like the scene itself, they've evolved over the years and shaped the characters and their story.

Hemp Rope doesn't deeply explore Win's insecurities and flaws, but Between Us needed to because it shines a spotlight on both of them. To make this a full and complete series, they needed to add to the story LazySheep created, and I believe that Boun and Prem's contributions, delivered from a place of love for their characters, will be what elevates Between Us into a truly iconic series.

#hi i wrote a thesis #between us the series #between us #between us ep 6 #winteam #teamwin #win x team #team x win #boun noppanut #lazysheep #new siwaj #prem warut #between us meta

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R!Yeonjun - Not bad

TW: Selfharm (only brief scratching) and cursing

The day hadn't been going to well for the group so far. Everyone was irritable and tired. They were ready for a break. The final straw for Soobin was during dance practice. Their regular choreographer was out for a week so they had a sub working with them instead. He wasn't very friendly and had the worlds highest standards. His strong facial features made appear angry all the time. Soobin got sick of his berating comments and called practice off early. He was the leader and he was not going to let a random man tear down his teams confidence.

Yeonjun had been affected the most from his words. He already struggled with his self worth and trauma. Every negative word said to his face spun and circled inside his head, mutating into heavy self doubt. Was he really that out of practice to be called an amateur? He bottled up the insecurities until he could let them out alone, which meant he struggled to pay attention and panicked when the man yelled at him. His hands shook as Soobin shouted back, telling him to get out. He froze up where he was standing and sunk to the floor.

At some point he was all by himself, staring down his reflection. Soobin had left with the others in a fit of rage to find their manager for help, unknowingly leaving Yeonjun to drown in his thoughts.

'You're so stupid. Fucking piece of shit. Cant do anything! Stupid idiot! Fucking dumb and weak. Always doing it wrong!'

Yeonjun broke down into loud sobs that were out of out his own control. He quickly retreated into his mind, searching for that warm safe space he knew was there. Suddenly feeling too worthless for the world and like he was a kid again just made it all worse. Yeonjun hugged himself as he cried into the mirror, terrible thoughts consuming him whole.

Soobin pushed the door open a minute later and jumped at the noise. His heart stopped when he saw the state Yeonjun was in. He immediately knew what was happening to him. Yeonjun noticed him in the mirror, as he ran over to the rescue.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm baddd!"

"Bad? You haven't been bad, sweetie. It's okay." Soobin said gently, sitting down in front of him.

"Nooo! Bad! I'm bad! I'm sorry!" Yeonjun started scratching vigorously at his thighs, desperate to find something to distract himself from the tsunami in his mind.

"Hey, hey! Junnie, baby don't do that. Hold my hands instead."

Yeonjun tearfully complied, letting Soobin's big hands wrap around his. He openly sobbed, all his pride melting away as he felt smaller and smaller. There were no societal rules to stop him.

"We don't hurt ourselves, sweetie. I know you can't help it, but we need to practice other ways to make ourselves feel better." Soobin explained clearly. The damage had already been done by little Junnie's nails. On each thigh were patches of bright red streaks, just barely breaking the skin. If they were lucky he probably wouldn't bleed much at all.

"Bad bad bad." Yeonjun muttered, continuing to shake his head side to side.

"Shhh, you're not bad. You've never been bad, honey. I'm not upset with you, I want to help you keep yourself safe." Soobin said carefully.

Yeonjun struggled to believe him. That's what people always said; that they weren't mad. It was always a lie. His old partner would say the same things just to throw poor Yeonjun over his lap and spank him until his bum was bright red. That loser ignored Yeonjun when he told him his headspace wasn't sexual and punished him like it was. He didn't want to accept it, but he was traumatized from months of staying in that terribly toxic relationship. When he finally broke up with him, Soobin found him sobbing on the kitchen floor and helped him pick up his broken pieces to put him back together. But, even two years later, Yeonjun struggled to trust him whole heartedly.

"Daddyyy!" Yeonjun cried, dragging out the y sound. So many memories were swirling around in his head and he just wanted someone to save him.

"I'm right here, Daddy's here baby." Soobin said, giving his hands a little squeeze. Yeonjun squeezed back twice as hard and rocked back and forth.

They were unaware of the faces looking through the glass of the door across the room. Beomgyu and Taehyun watched nervously, as their hyung broke down. They didn't want to intervene, Soobin seemed to have it under control, but it hurt to sit there and do nothing. Yeonjun was always lifting them up and showering in them in love. He never ended up in a puddle on the floor, crying his eyes out.

"Junnie, do you want Daddy to hold you?"

Yeonjun whimpered and nodded shakily. Soobin's hands let go and moved to his back, as he told him to crawl closer. His arms wrapped him up once he was on his lap, sitting sideways with his head on his shoulder. Soobin rocked slowly back and forth like Yeonjun had been doing before. The repetitive soothing movement seemed to work in calming him down, even if it was just slightly.

"He was so mean! C-Called me a bad dancer!" Yeonjun sobbed.

"Well, he must be blind. You're a great dancer! You work so hard day and night, always improving. We're so proud of you." Soobin murmured, carefully wiping some of his baby's tears away.

“I hate him.”

“You’re allowed to hate him. I hate him for upsetting you and being so rude. Daddy won’t let him talk to any of us ever again.”

Yeonjun replied by nuzzling Soobin’s shoulder. As he calmed down, his fingers found their way into his mouth where he sucked on them. Baby Junnie did it to soothe himself. Soobin stroked his hair and refrained from telling him to stop. He knew that Yeonjun was very vulnerable and instinctively doing things that made him feel safer.

“When we get home Daddy’s gonna wrap you up in your blankies, give you all the kisses in the world and put on your favorite movie. How does that sound?” Soobin said, planting two kisses on Yeonjun’s forehead. The little nodded instead of speaking.

His wide brown eyes looked up at Soobin, twinged pink at the corners from all his crying. He must’ve slipped pretty deep because he didn’t appear as focused as usual. Soobin understood. It wasn’t in his control. Yeonjun was his responsibility for the rest of the night and potentially morning.

At home Soobin did as he promised and made Yeonjun into a blanket burrito after putting him in a white long sleeve adult onesie. Usually the onesie made him too embarrassed to leave his room, but on occasion, he wore it naturally without a care in the world. The others took turns giving him hugs and kisses while Soobin washed up and made some snacks. He smiled at the bits and pieces of conversation he heard coming from the living room.

“No, no, no, Hyuka. Silvermist is great and all, but I think Tinkerbell’s the obvious choice..” Came Beomgyu’s voice.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kai retorted. Soobin could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

“She’s the main character for a reason! I don’t know man, I’m just saying.”

“Tinkerbelle pretty…” Yeonjun said softly through his fingers.

“Not as pretty as you ~” Beomgyu sang. He must’ve started tickling Yeonjun’s sides because the boy burst into shrieks of laughter, as did Kai who was suddenly under attack by Taehyun.

Soobin’s heart filled with quiet contentment. It warmed him to witness the love everyone had for each other. It was reassuring to know he had three other people to fall back on when he and Yeonjun needed them. Everyone provided their own unique types of care. Laughter, distractions, comfort, and more. It all balanced out to the perfect mixture of love that they shared.

#kpop agere #agere community #little txt #age regression #txt agere #txt littlespace #kpop littlespace #little tomorrowxtogether #little yeonjun #caregiver soobin #yeonjun soft hours #light angst #txt fluff

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aemontargaryen-bloodraven · 1 year

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Jon Snow and Women That He Empowers

Throughout his arc Jon continues to defy the rules of the system because he rightly identifies them as unfair. Not just for him, but for the outcasts in the Night's Watch and also for the women.

His rule defying starts from his second chapter itself.

Arya Stark

Jon Snow gives a custom made sword to his 9 year old sister, Arya Stark because she wants to learn to fight.

I had Mikken make this special. The bravos use swords like this in Pentos and Myr and the other Free Cities. It won't hack a man's head off, but it can poke him full of holes if you're fast enough. - Jon II, AGOT

...and he doesn't give that sword to Arya just to indulge her whims and fancies, he advises her as to how she can learn swordfighting on her own.

Until you find a partner, watch how they fight in the yard. Run, and ride, make yourself strong. And whatever you do …" - Jon II, AGOT

He emboldens Arya’s desire for swordfighting, rather than berate her for breaching gender roles.

Val

Jon also recognizes the value and abilities of women beyond his family. He entrusts Val to complete a crucial mission, even though others had failed before her.

Jon was counting on that, trusting that Val could succeed where Black Jack Bulwer and his companions had failed. She need fear no harm from the free folk, he hoped … but both of them knew too well that wildlings were not the only ones waiting in the woods. Jon VIII, ADWD

Alys Karstark

He recognises Alys as head of her house.

Or will be soon. "A daughter comes before an uncle too. If her brother is dead, Karhold belongs to Lady Alys. And she has given her hand in marriage to Sigorn, Magnar of Thenn." Jon X, ADWD

Freefolk Women

He gives Queensgate to Morna White Mask to garrison,

When he conferred Oakenshield on Tormund Giantsbane and Queensgate on Morna White Mask - Jon XIII, ADWD

Then makes Long Barrow to be garrisoned by all women,

The Long Barrow will be all women, aside from the commander and chief steward. Jon VII, ADWD

...breaking down the gender barriers within the Night's Watch.

And what does Jon think of women in general, he answers it himself,

Jon wondered what Ygritte would have done in her place. The women are the strong ones. Jon III, ADWD

#Jon Snow #Canonjonsnow #ASOIAF #Lyanna would be proud

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Teasing a character could be /r or /p and any character, any fandom.

first excuse to do something star wars related!! hell yeah!

•Obi Wan doesn't understand why you are so set on acting like this in battle

"(Y/n), why do you always—" He blocked another blaster shot with his lightsaber. A grunt slipped from his lips, strands of his hair falling in his face. "—insist in this frivolous banter." He spared only a moments glance at your grinning figure before continuing to send the enemies ammo flying back at them. He heard your laugh. Along with the sound of your own blaster sounding out and hitting its mark.

"Because it's funny." You shrugged, doing a brief drop to avoid a red streak of deadly heat. Obi Wan rolled his eyes abd twirled his saber. You reminded him so much of Anakin sometimes. Just less physically and tactically reckless. That personality trait lied all in your verbal department.

•It's not just durring fights with speratist scum that you choose to make comments that—more often than not—fly over Obi Wans head

•Not because he didn't understand the jabs you made at him that is, trust me with a Palawan like Anakin he knew a quip when he heard one, but moreover the fact that you genuinely didn't mean to upset him. Like your teasing was just a way of bonding with him. After so many years fighting in battles and now a galactical war he wasn't used to having such a casual relationship with someone outside of the force

•Truth be told the action of your verbal berating never really upset him. In fact he had come to like it over time, the feeling increasing as he spent more and more time by the side of famous republican General (Y/n)

•The problem lied within one of the Jedis most important rules of code. To not form attachments

"I've been meaning to ask Kenobi. Whatever happened to that mullet of yours? I liked the look you were going for. Like uhhh, a middle aged dad having a mid life crisis." You moved your generals cap aside to scratch at your scalp, pace matching Obi Wans as the two of you strolled down one of the Jedi temples many hallways.

"Oh? Do you not like my new haircut (Y/n)?" He meerly hummed, stroking at his well trimmed beard absent mindedly. You mocked his tone with a funny voice, a smug and satisfied smile breaking out once you coaxed a small chuckle out of the auburn haired man.

Obi Wan caught himself before he could more however, suddenly straightening up and clearing his throat.

"Now, what did the council send you to tell me, General?"

You frowned slightly at the sudden change in attitude and title. But you relented, indulging him in your point of business; albeit with less of a pep in your step.

•Sometimes he wished you weren't so entertaining. Obi Wan hated the thought of losing someone else close to him. Someone he couldn't save. It only made it worse that Anakin had blossomed a similar relationship with you as he had, his walls coming down bit by bit every time he continued to meet you

•It got to the point where he'd be meditating almost daily; seeking help from Yoda about his predicament without directly mentioning your name (although the elder master had an inkling of an idea who Obi Wan spoke of)

•But for now, he had resulted in enjoying those fleeting interactions as much as he could, only wishing he could show how much you make him want to smile without straying from the Jedi

#obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars prequels #star wars prequels x reader #x reader #request #headcanons #drabble

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Twenty degrees above zero

Part two for Twenty degrees below zero

Warning: this is very long and very, very, very fluffy.

The two bunnies flopped away, white balls of fluff in the tall, green grass that A-Yuan chased after, hair unbound in the summer breeze.

Wei Ying watched him fondly, nursing a little cup of tea as he sat against one of the tall, willow trees that bathed the Gentian house in cool shade.

Lan Zhan should be visiting soon, he always gave his class a break around that time, and though it was routine, Wei Ying always looked forward to seeing his husband, no matter how much time they spent together or how little time they were apart.

Things had worked out beautifully for them - for all of them. When Lan Zhan found him and A-Yuan in his mother's home back then, Wei Ying had expected... well, he didn't know what exactly he expected (in truth, he had no idea where he had ended up in the first place, desperate to seek shelter for himself and the little one), but it definitely had not been for Lan Zhan to break down in tears and promise him and A-Yuan that he would take care of them and love them.

Lan Zhan never went back on his word, a man so loyal and so persevering, refusing to give up on his promise even when he met iron-clad resistance and protest from his entire sect, his closest family included. They had berated him for sheltering a heretic, for protecting a wanted criminal, for endangering everybody that lived in the Cloud Recesses or even so much as associated with the Lan.

They threatened to exile him, to take his sword, his guqin, everything - but Lan Zhan never budged. He kept telling them that he would keep Wei Ying and A-Yuan in his mother's house, and that he would marry Wei Ying and adopt his son as his own. He would not keep Wei Ying locked up either, they would live the same way any other regular family in the Lan sect would, raising their little one together.

That had scandalized the elders so much that a fight broke out, rules be damned. Lan Zhan had almost killed several of them, angered by the way they talked about Wei Ying and A-Yuan, by their ignorance and ill will - but Zewu-Jun had stepped in and had put his entire heart, soul and diplomatic ability into trying to reach a middle ground.

He managed to sway the elders to let Wei Ying live in the Gentian house and not be fully confined there, but he had to make himself scarce and not interact with other Lans beyond necessity. Because A-Yuan would become Lan Zhan's son, they had no say in whether the boy would be taught cultivation - that was his father's prerogative.

However, a price had to be paid. Wei Ying had to destroy the stygian tiger amulet and give up his flute, and Lan Zhan... he had to receive a punishment so cruel, so gruesome that Wei Ying barely restrained himself from wreaking havoc on the entire Lan sect.

Thirty-three lashes with the discipline whip. For disobedience, for attempting murder, for whatever they could think of - but it was not punishment, meant to teach something, it was just the elders taking revenge, vindictive and small-minded.

Wei Ying hadn't been allowed to come with when they took Lan Zhan to the ancestral hall for this - he had protested against it, but perhaps it had been better that way. If Wei Ying had had to witness that... perhaps the things they had been saying about him would not have been lies and slander any longer. The way his veins filled with both rage and sorrow as his husband was brought home with a marred back and barely conscious was proof enough of that.

Wei Ying had helped Lan Zhan heal, often trying to joke that he had become his personal nurse. The few things he had picked up from Wen Qing in the Burial Mounds had proven to be very useful, but Wei Ying delved into medical readings and treatises anyway - and so he found himself inventing cures and treatments for a lot of ailments, with his natural propensity for problem-solving and creative thinking. He had even invented something that sped up Lan Zhan's recovery.

Wei Ying had asked Lan Zhan not to, but he still took up his work to the Lan elders and healers and demanded Wei Ying's merits be recognized and be allowed to practice and teach medicine. The head healer had been so impressed with those findings that she refused to hear any protest, and took Wei Ying under her wing so they could both learn from one another. She had a little boy, Lan Jingyi, that she had to keep with her at work because his father was gone, and Wei Ying suggested he and A-Yuan should be friends and spend time together while their parents were busy. A friendship was thus born and A-Yuan's parents no longer had to worry their son would be alone.

Lan Zhan healed with minimal scarring - the Lans had been shocked to find the reminders of their punishment had all but faded - and returned to his position as a teacher for junior disciples, while Wei Ying continued to practice medicine. A-Yuan would soon begin his studies as well, now that he has received his courtesy name, Lan Sizhui, a bright boy with a lot of potential.

So, indeed, things had worked out beautifully for all of them. Despite all odds, despite the opposition, despite what everybody had expected.

A-Yuan let out an excited yelp and jumped up from the grass, welcoming his father with a hug. "A-die! You're back!"

Lan Zhan picked the boy up effortlessly. "Mn. Are you well?"

"Yeah, I'm great! I'm waiting for Jingyi to come back from the village with his cousins! He said he'll bring me candy!"

"Too much candy is bad for you, A-Yuan." Wei Ying finally said, standing up from his comfortable place under the willow. He easily crossed the distance between himself and his beloved family, ruffling A-Yuan's hair as Lan Zhan put him down. "Go get some food for the rabbits, I haven't fed them yet."

With the boy running into the house - "No running in the Cloud Recesses!" Wei Ying had jokingly called out after him - the couple could finally share a tender kiss.

"I have missed you." Lan Zhan said, stroking one of Wei Ying's cheeks.

"I missed you too, but it's really not my fault! Mingyan-jie said I have to take a day off the clinic and if I don't and show up this morning, she'll kick me out. I didn't want to take any chances!"

Lan Zhan huffed a rare, short laugh. "She is known for keeping her promises. Wei Ying has done well listening to her."

"And anyway, when are you going to take a day off too? I feel like now that A-Yuan's starting school, we won't have as much time with each other, and we should make the most of it."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well... you know how A-Yuan has never been to the sea? Maybe we could go."

Lan Zhan pressed a kiss to Wei Ying's forehead. "I will inform uncle and brother today."

"Right now? You think they'll agree on such short notice?"

"I will tell them, Wei Ying, I will not ask them. Uncle can handle my classes while I am away. You and A-Yuan are more important to me."

"You always say the sweetest things so simply..."

"It is simple to love you."

"Lan Zhan!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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shoefullofpudding · 2 years

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Another short Stanley Parable What if? fic:

What if the Parable is Stanley’s prison and the Narrator was tasked with being his warden. (Some magic was used to create the prison and the Narrator isn't human but Stanley is.)

Stanley was falsely accused of a crime but the Narrator thinks he's guilty. And the Narrator was tasked with being his warden because the crime Stanley was accused of involved the murder of the Narrator’s family.

So at first, the Narrator enjoys making the endings harsh and berating Stanley. He adds the nicer endings just to lull Stanley into a false sense of security so he can pull the rug out later.

Stanley remembers every ending, but he doesn't remember what paths lead to which. This is to keep him from avoiding traumatic endings.

The Narrator learns of Stanley’s innocence but the prison can't be shut down because of a glitch. So, the Narrator makes the new content to try and make things better.

But the Parable has its own sentience and ruins some of the new endings. And Stanley doesn't trust the Narrator, so he won't always take the Bucket.

Finally, the Narrator breaks the rules and tells him they're in a prison and that it was discovered Stanley was innocent but can't be released because of a glitch.

The Narrator begins each new reset by telling Stanley which paths are safe. At first Stanley doesn't trust him, but over a long time he learns to not only trust the Narrator but become his friend.

The Narrator does everything he can to make it up to Stanley. The Skip Button is actually the only way he found to fix the glitch and release Stanley from the prison.

Unlike the game, he just tells Stanley he needs to press it and doesn't let Stanley know time is skipping. He even muted himself so Stanley can't know the effect it's having.

Instead of desert outside the crumbling room, it's the building that magically housed the Parable. Stanley’s family (Parents and siblings) are outside waiting.

He asks about the Narrator, but no one wants to answer. Finally, one of the prison workers tells what the button really is and that the Narrator is in a catatonic state.

Stanley demands to see the Narrator and is taken to a room where a being made of orange lights is huddled in a corner. He had been taken from the Parable a day before Stanley had gotten out.

He insists on staying with the Narrator and eventually brings him home with him. After several months, the Narrator’s body begins to take on a more human appearance, a man with brown hair with flecks of gray, blue eyes, a neatly pressed black suit, and silver glasses.

Then the Narrator becomes more responsive. First it's just turning his head at Stanley’s voice, then reaching out and touching his face.

Finally, the Narrator blinks a few times and wraps Stanley in a tight hug. He begs him not to leave and they stay like that for hours.

It takes him a long time to recover, but just like how the Narrator helped in Stanley’s long recovery while they were still stuck in the Parable, Stanley does the same for him.

#the stanley parable #fanfic #tsp fic #tspud au #tspud #tsp

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ladylilithprime · 3 months

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A Bit Of A Fixer-Upper

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: past Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, pre-Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Political Ramifications Of Magical Revelation, Autistic Cas and Jimmy, Supportive Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester Is The Best Boss Ever

Summary: Charlie Bradbury was a fixer, the kind of person who stuck it out in bad situations with needy people and tried to make things better. It wasn't much surprise that she would end up working for a half-faerie cafe owner who was exactly the same.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 15: Craft

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CHARLIE BRADBURY WAS a fixer. It was in her nature to see a problem, come up with a solution or six, and then try and fix things. It was why she had lied about her age and education in order to get a job to help pay for her mother's cancer treatments when she was fourteen. It was why she had stuck it out in IT for years despite being vastly overqualified due to her abilities as a hacker. It was why she had stuck it out with her ex-girlfriend until it became abundantly obvious that, despite how much fun they had, they had wanted different things, and also why their breakup had been amicable enough to remain on friendly terms. It was how and why, when her hacking had turned up trails of corruption and embezzlement by her boss, she had contacted her ex who had put Charlie in touch with her cousin and she had gotten Dick Roman fae-cursed and sent to jail.

And it was why, when she had realized that the faerie who went by Sam and was willing to trade his cursing services for three days of help in the cafe he owned was trying to run a cafe by himself while also taking care of a small child? She had quit her IT job that she honestly hated more than she let on and moved across the country to become the first full time human employee at Lighthouse CommodiTeas. The cafe was not especially different from working IT, really, aside from her efforts to make a truly excellent cup of coffee earning much more appreciation and the lack of fear from assholish or abusive customers who threatened to have her fired if they didn't get their way. Sam had one rule for his cafe's customers, posted in plain sight for all to see and heed: be polite or else . Any dispute between Charlie and a rude, entitled customer had Sam fully on her side with no uncertainty thanks to his ability to tell when someone was lying, and the starting salary was $25 an hour on top of full coverage health and dental insurance which was unheard of in food service jobs run by humans!

When she had asked Sam why, he had shrugged. "I'm over fourteen hundred years old and have had plenty of time to amass a small personal fortune which I don't actually need much of to live simply and comfortably here in the mortal world. I have the cafe mostly to provide an employment history and proof of domicile for my son's school and to give me something to do day to day that keeps me in touch with the mortal world and the times. Since I'm independently wealthy, don't bother drawing more than a nominal salary from the cafe earnings for myself, which leaves plenty to pay any employees I might acquire a perfectly livable wage for the area after purchasing ingredients and disposable stock like the custom cups and paper napkins. Paying you a livable wage reduces your stress from worrying how to afford things like rent, utilities, and food, which means you're more relaxed and able to work the hours you need while still getting the breaks you need to remain healthy and happy working here. Frankly, I thought the logic was obvious. It's bizarre that so many human employers don't see it that way."

It was hard to argue with that, as a couple customers who tried to berate Charlie for "laziness" when she was on break found out. He wasn't wrong, either, which tended to frustrate the real douchebags who were unfortunately still smart enough to escape before magic got involved. But Charlie had since learned that many of the small businesses on Seven Mile Island, especially in the borough of Avalon, followed that same salary practice. When she had mentioned that to Sam, he had smiled fondly and only said, "Imagine that."

Rowena MacLeod, the proprietor of The Kitchen Witch who, it turned out, was also an actual witch, was more forthcoming.

"Samuel is a more influential person on this community than he is quite willing to admit, and there is a remarkably large number of magicals here," she had told Charlie, sipping at the cup of tea Charlie had brought her from the cafe as a bribe for a chat. "Regardless of what he may believe his motives were for choosing to move here with his son and open the cafe, he is of the Fair Folk. Magic calls to magic, and for all his skill in battle magics his fundamental nature is remarkably... kind. The man wants to help people, but he doesn't think most humans will trust a faerie to help them outright. And, I'm sad to say, he is frequently correct."

It made sense, when Charlie thought about it. Sam was a fixer, like her, and with far more power than she had, but limited in how he could fix things by his own nature and the mistrust of the wider human populace still getting used to the idea that magicals existed alongside them. Charlie hadn't even been born when the Magical Revelation occurred, but learning about it in school had been a frustrating mix of religious fear mongering and nationalist propaganda. She had learned a lot more actual facts about it all from her various coworkers in IT, particularly Ian who had claimed to have hacked the Pentagon and found reports about a treaty made with the United Nations and the Grand Coven headed by...

Rowena had smiled at Charlie's very wide eyes, patted her on the hand, and gotten up to return to the open kitchen behind the bar. Reeling from her own realization, and just a little turned on, Charlie had decided then and there that she was going to do everything in her own limited human power to help her new boss and brother she never had fix as much of the world as came their way to be fixed.

Case in point: Cas and Jimmy Novak.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with them. Frankly, they were more well-adjusted than some of Charlie's old coworkers had been. The codependency had been a little concerning at first, but it was understandable considering their history and the way they had both developed their coping strategies. It had actually taken the whole first week that the twins had been working at the cafe before Charlie had realized that Jimmy was also autistic, just better at masking than Cas was. That was also when she had realized that the pair really wanted to stay on and didn't know how to bring it up.

So she did it herself. She started by honestly telling them within Sam's hearing how much more smoothly things had been going with the both of them on staff with her and the boss, and how well they fit into the controlled chaos of the cafe. She complimented the cookies Cas had made - seriously, they were amazing - and theorized that if the cafe started selling them they'd bring in even more business, especially from people who'd been frustrated by the lack of food available before because Charlie couldn't bake to save her life and it wasn't safe for Sam to make the food and risk the magical backlash of a human eating faerie-made food in a faerie's domain. And she had casually mentioned that her apartment building in Ocean City had finally cleared out the apartment two doors down from her since the previous tenant had been arrested three weeks ago.

Sam wasn't the least bit surprised when she requested one of her paid time off days coinciding with Cas's first Thursday off so she could take him grocery shopping. Cas was surprised, and just a little wary, but Charlie was patient and persistent, and eventually he relaxed around her. It took some more careful questions amid her asking about his and Jimmy's respective sensory issues as related to food to learn about his stimming and the ring Jimmy wore, and why Jimmy was the one to wear the ring Cas used to stim.

It gave her an idea, piggybacked off of the project she had helped Jack with the previous December. There was a lot more effort involved, keeping the beads smooth and the various strips of leather soft while keeping the runes she consulted with Rowena on and carved into the surface clear. She worked on it secretly for a week and eventually brought it with her, wrapped in a scrap of leftover newspaper, to present to Cas on Monday morning. The look on his face when he saw the swirling blue and white lapis and shimmering black and gold obsidian beads knotted up in black leather cord and woven with the thicker black leather rune-carved bands was gratifyingly awed.

"It's not a replacement for your primary anchor," she assured them both. "The runic spell just bolsters calm; it doesn't suppress anxiety. I just figured maybe it could help when you have your respective days off. Just give it a try today while you're both here then see if it'll help tomorrow."

"And what do you want in exchange?" Cas whispered, running his fingers testingly over the beads.

"I," Charlie reminded him with a beaming smile, "am not a faerie."

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #charlie bradbury #sastimmy #urban fantasy au

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