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small-sinclair · 2 years ago

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Hehehe I love you’re writing, here’s another request, angst with a happy ending

7. I told you that I fucking loved you and you stood there and laughed at me (angst prompt list)

9. “I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.” (Fluff prompt list)

Reader confessed their love, Bo laughs (it’s out of disbelief reader doesn’t take it that way) reader leaves, Bo comes home in the evening, obviously dude sucks at his emotions and they argue and then Bo ends up word vomiting a love confession too, little kissy at the end :3

Ooooooo. This is a nice one! Had to think about this one for a moment, but I think I have something for this :3

Bo x grey reader

What a Fool

Tw: sfw, confused Bo, mention of future killings, mention of murder/using a person, lovely Bo at the end,

When you told Bo how you felt in the garage, he had to take a double take on you. He looked at you in a mixture of disbelief and... hurt? Why does his baby blue eyes look so hurt when you said you want to spend the rest of your life with him?

"Say that again, honey?" He asked, wiping his hands over his pants, oil stains on his face. He was working on a 2004 Jeep today, and the motor was giving him trouble. "I think the heat is gettin' to my head."

"I said," you take a breath, "I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." You felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach and head. The way the golden afternoon light touching his skin and his wrist made him look like a saint. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

The corner of his lips twitched as a goofy smile cracked. At first, you thought he was happy, but when he started laughing hard and held him stomach, your confidence fell. He looked at you, trying to keep a straight face, and laughed harder.

He wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, y/n--what? Did Lester put you up to this? Goodness me, darlin'. You're the funniest human alive." Bo turned back to the jeep. "What a joke."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You burst into tears, turning on your heels, and left the garage. You didn't mean to start crying, but a cry escaped your mouth as you ran out the garage, pushing Lester aside as he brought visitors to the station. Lester raised a brow at you then looked back at Bo, who was following you behind, confused as ever. The group--two girls and one guy--watched as you ran up the hill towards the house. You want to throw yourself on the closest thing like a Disney princess does in a moved when their love denies them. Is this what it feels like to be broken hearted?

One of the girls didn't stop watching you go until Bo said, "Don't mind 'em. They're actin' funny."

"I don't think they are, mister," the blonde said. "I've seen a broken hearted person, and that one," she thumbed over her shoulder, "just lost all of their love all at once."

The red head girl nodded. "Yeah, man. The hell did you do to them?"

Why don't you mind you own business? Bo wanted to snap, but he had to keep the good southern charm on. Maybe they won't do anything about it?

"It don't matter," Bo said, waving it off. "Y/n just said they love them."

Lester's eyes lit up like a puppy being given a bone. "Really? That's great!" He had the biggest smile on his face. "They were real nervous about it but I told 'em 'at y'all love 'em, too, Bo!"

Oh... no. "They weren't lyin'?"

Lester's not one for violence, but... "Wha did ya tell 'em, Bo?"

Bo's blood ran cold as he covered his mouth. Man, did he feel like a prick. "I thought they were jokin' an'--"

"Don't tell me you laughed at the poor thing!" The blonde said in disbelief. "Please say you didn't?"

"Yeah, I did." Why is Bo talking to the people he's going to kill? "I thought they were jokin' an' Les put 'em up to it!"

The man shook his head, clicking his tongue. "That's cold, brother."

"Ain't your brother," Bo snapped, pacing back to the counter then towards the group, covering his mouth. "Really fucked up 're."

"Yeah! Crashed and burned seems to sum it up," the red head said. She nodded at the door. "You should go after them and say your sorry."

The blonde nodded in agreement as she checked her phone. "Yeah, mister. If you go now, you can beat the rain." She then held up her phone. "Cause, like, it'll be cheesy as hell if your run through the rain to get to them."

Lester had to nod in agreement. "Yeah. Super cheesy."

Then the man held up a hand, asking, "But do you feel the same about them? Like, do you love them?" He shoved his hands back in his sweatshirt. "Because if you say it and not mean it, it'll be Oversvile for you."

"Brendon's right," the blonde girl said. "Because that could make this worse and you might lose a friend." She then looked at the red head and asked, "Remember Will did that, Macy?"

Macy, the red head, nodded. "He played me like a fucking room after that, Percy." She then looked at Bo. "You better figure it out, man."

Bo chewed the inside of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips, thinking. What did he think of you? Sure, he would laugh with you, talk with you, sleep and hold you. Part of him wanted to kiss you when you dragged him outside to watch the fireflies dace over the wildflowers. The way you spun in the flowers as you tried to catch stars in your hand and held yourself so soft and gentle around them, your smile always warm. Cracking up laughing when Jonesy jumped up to lick your face made his heart swell like no other. Every time he was around you, he felt so calm and lighter. Bo's heart ached when you would curl up closer to him at night, hugging his wrists and scars with so much love. He hated when people looked at you wrong, and he hated when you were taken away from him just to talk to a group of people. When you fell down the spiral stairs and hurt your knee, he wanted to bend over backwards to make you stop crying. He hated to hear you cry, to see your sadness, to see your frown... He hated seeing you run out of the station, holding her face, crying. It felt like a bullet to the chest.

So, why did he laugh? What made him think that it was a joke?

Then it hit him: Trudy said it and never meant a word. The only love he's every felt was... was with you.

"Oh, shit," he said under his breath. "What did I do?" He then looked up at the group then at the door. He heard the soft rumbles of the thunder and flashes over the sky. Fuck the killings, fuck the group... he wanted you. Sweet, perfect, beautiful you.

Macy seemed to be reading his mind. She stepped aside, and held her arm out as a path to the door. "Well, get after it then!"

That was all he needed to hear. He hurried pass them and started up towards the house. The group be killed or not, it doesn't matter. You were in that damn house alone crying. What a fool he is! A damn fool! Here you were, in the shop, looking nice than normal, all dolled up for him, just for him, to ruin something that's been building up in his chest for weeks!

What a fool Bo Sinclair is.

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"I'm an idiot, Vincent!" You sobbed in your pillow. He sat on the edge of your bed and rubbed your back. "A dumb, love, stupid-stupid idiot!"

You scared him when you slammed the door, causing him to drop his coffee mug of tea. It hurts seeing you cry, but it hurts more knowing your crying over his dumb twin. Vincent just wanted to hit Bo with the tow truck--

"Y/n?" Bo called from downstairs, closing the door. "Darlin'?"

"Go-go away!" You chocked out, yelling back down. "I-I don't wan-wanna talk to-to you!" You heard his boots coming up the steps as rain pattered against the glass. You hugged your pillow tighter as you cried.

When Bo saw this scene, his knees didn't feel right and he felt sick. He did this to you. He made you cry. Goods, he's like his father--

Vincent glared at Bo as he stood. His hands moved quickly. 'Talk to them. Y/n's hurt. Fix it.' He stops at the door then looks back at Bo. ‘Fix. It.’

Bo took a deep breath and nods as he brother past by him, his eyes lingering over your crying form. He took careful steps in your room and sat on the edge of the bed. He folded his hands as he listened to your tears. The hallow pit in his chest caved in faster as you flinched away from his hand touching your knee. He hated himself more. He hated himself more than anyone.

"Hey, darlin'," he hummed softly, his voice echoing inside his chest. "Wanna talk to ya."

"Why?" You sniffed. "What? You wanna laugh at me more?"

Those words were like daggers in his heart. "No, no, y/n-- I didn't mean to laugh."

You turned on your side and sat up. You brought your legs close to your chest. He brought his leg up on the bed and shook his head. "I told you that I fucking loved you," you wiped your face, "and you stood there and laughed at me, Bo."

Thunder rumbled against the roof. "I didn't mean to, honest."

Your eyes were so red and puffy that he didn't want to look at you. "What am I to you, Beauregard?"

"What do ya mean--"

"What. Am. I. To. You?" You didn't mean to sound tired or angry. You didn't mean to curl your fingers into a fist. "Tell me. What?" You used your arm as a tissue to wipe away the snot. "Do you see me as a play thing? Want me in-in the basement like the rest?"

He felt disgusted. "No, no!" The near thought of you strapped down in some place horrifying like that nearly broke him.

"Then what am I to you?" You snapped, making him jump at the suddenness. "Am I a joke? A dumb person you thought it'll be fun to play with?" Then something clicked and your mind didn't want to go there, but it did. Your body started to shake. "Are you waiting for the perfect moment to kill me?"

Lightning flashed over his eyes, his blood running cold. Your voice being defeated. Your heart breaking in his hands all because he laughed? Calling them a joke? You. Perfect you. Breaking for a damaged Bo. Why? Why are you doing this to him? His arms reached around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. He held your head against his chest, his hand covering the back of your head protectively. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest.

You struggled against his grip to wiggle free, but it felt so safe, so loving. Luckily, your struggling failed as you cried in his arms. He hushed you softly, kissing the top of your head.

"Wanna know wha' you are to me?" He whispered as rain pattered like bullets. "Yer my first thought every morn. My last thought every night. Yer the reason I git outta bed to mak' coffee. I-I fucking live to hear ya say 'good mornin' ' to me, and it drives me crazy when ya don't say it." He held your head up and cupped your cheek. You were looking up at his beautiful eyes. Those baby blues that made you hit the ground harder. "I thin' 'bout ya when I work on the cars. I thin' 'bout ya when I smoke, wonderin' if yer cooking or bakin'. Shit," he couldn't help but chuckle at thought, "I've said yer name out loud with my last name: Y/n Sinclair." He blushes. "An' it has a good rin' to it, yeah?" You found yourself nodding. He rested his head in your hair, smelling the flowery shampoo you used this morning. "I don't know what ya did to me, and I like it, y/n," he looks down at you. "I like ya a lot."

"So," you hiccuped. "You love me?"

"I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you, darlin' y/n," he answered, laughing. There's a sparkle in his eyes when he asked, "Mind if I show you how much I love ya?"

You managed a nod as your cheeks flushed red.

He leaned down, brushing your lips gently with his rough thumb, and kisses you. His lips were cracked, but they felt like the softest pillows under you. The storm under your skin calmed when you pulled yourself closer, running your hands over his shirt sleeves, tugging him closer. He held your back up as he deepen the kiss. He took you in as if you were the last glass of cold water in July. His head spun as the thoughts of you twirling in the ran sent his mind a blaze, taking you as you were, putting his mama's ring on your finger to forever call you his.

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair," you breathed against his lips.

He smiled against your skin. "Say it again?"

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." And you would say it until your dying breath.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x gn reader #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fandom #house of wax fanfic #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #beauregard sinclair #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfic #slasher fanfiction #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair

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feralghxuls · 2 years ago

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i would LOVE to hear more about jewel and em!!! (jewel is such a cute name for a ghoul aaaaa)

AAAH YAY i am excited to talk about them hehehe

i'll start with Em because jewel's backstory is a doozy

this is the picrew i made of Em!

i don't know much about Em yet, she's very cagey about her history, but she's an earth ghoul, very traditional butch, she is mates with Mist. she's pretty deadpan, no-bullshit type of attitude but she's very protective of the ghouls she likes.

she often does guard duty for ghouls in heat, particularly those who prefer to ride it out alone. she'll stand outside their door and fend off unapproved ghouls who come sniffing, make sure the ghoul in heat has plenty of food and water and supplies

she is a backstage ghoulie, typically in charge of uniforms but she's been known to fill in on drums or bass if needed during rehearsals and the occasional show

now for jewel!

i got carried away with her outfits so here's several versions of her picrew lol

jewel is very old. like really fucking old. all the ghouls are old if you count their time in hell, but she's been on earth since she was first summoned like a thousand years ago. i was going to try to sum up my notes on her but i was encouraged to simply drop the 1.5k words i have for her, so here skshfhsh

it's kind of disjointed at first but bear with me, it becomes more cohesive later. also featuring some element headcanons (quintessence specifically) and a light sprinkle of sister imperator hc. and me doing generous worldbuilding

besties wake up new ghoul oc just dropped

her name is jewel, she's an earth ghoul but she's been through the other elements (in order: air, fire, water, and now earth) & she's waiting to become a quinty soon (note: i think that quintessence ghouls are either born into the element like the rest, but they can also be made via element transformation rituals but only after they have been each of the other main elements first. doesn't really matter what order)

also she's trans. ghouls don't really give a shit about human gender ideas, but jewel is so enamored by humans and human customs that she just. decided to be trans. and i love that for her

(and also jewel and em used to have... Something. neither of them will give much more information than that

back when jewel was a fire ghoul apparently, so probably a long time ago, bc she was a water ghoul after fire and is currently earth and she tends to stay as one element for quite a while)

also just thinking about how quinties that have been made probably have tons of people they've forgotten about over the course of their element changes

waugh. i think there's definitely some important people jewel has lost memories of, she's very old and has been on the surface a long time

i think she may have even had a lifemate before, & she struggled a lot with memory loss after her first transformation and they tried to make it work but…

anyway that may be why she's a flirt but doesn't seem to be interested in engaging with anyone who seems more seriously interested

like i think she's aware she's lost someone very important but it gets hazy after that

like how when you Know you're forgetting something but you dont know what it is

and it's like. when you Know you have memory loss but you can't even remember what you don't remember

and you might be aware of some things you've forgotten, but then it's like well what about all the things you're not aware you've forgotten

[here is the Meat of the lore]

jewel's been around for a long long time, but unlike ancient (yes i know they picked the name quinn but whatever, i think calling them ancient is fun) who spends a couple decades or centuries topside but ultimately prefers it in hell with lucifer, whereas jewel was summoned once and stayed

after the very first church who summoned her crumbled, she realized she did not want to go back to the pit and bolted as soon as it became clear they were starting to clear out the ghouls. they might have tried to send them back, but it wasn't pretty and they decided it was more effort than it was worth so...the ones they caught, they killed. so yeah. jewel got the hell out of dodge.

she ended up just kinda wandering around earth for a while, until another (small, amateur) church of satan got the same bright idea to summon ghouls. she's topside but she still heard the call and made her way over to help out, which was good bc these guys had no idea what to expect with new summons and she was able to simmer down the chaos a bit before they mauled everyone for being idiots (most ghouls aren't exactly stable when first summoned, even with all of the precautions in place. so you can imagine the disaster that happens when a church that doesn't really know what they're doing tries a summoning)

needless to say that didn't last very long, and when this church realized they were in way over their heads (which took longer than you'd think after summoning literal demons), they had no idea how to send them back, but luckily they'd only summoned a few and they respected jewel enough to stick with her for a while.

they holed up away from humans for about a century or so before the call came again. it made the rest of the ghouls antsy and twitchy, and they refused to go with jewel when she wanted to check it out (she was now worried that it's another group of amateurs who are going to get themselves killed and release a bunch of fresh summons into the world)

jewel tried to stay with her pack for a while, but she just couldn't in good conscience not go see who was summoning, so she left & they became the first group of feral ghouls

(sidenote i think that there are certain rituals that are more likely to summon certain types of ghouls, and certain rituals that just get you a random ghoul, but ultimately it's one of those things where it's a bit of a grab bag of whichever ghouls may have been more inclined to respond, or, depending on the power behind the ritual, just yoinks a ghoul at random. and that even ghouls who are topside, if they're not already "claimed" they can sense the call too)

this is kind of her pattern throughout her life, with varying lengths of time depending on how successful a church is, and occasionally she'll drop off a ghoul with her original pack that is really struggling but really doesn't want to go back to the pit

over time she starts to be able to distinguish between calls made by people who know what the hell they're doing and calls made by idiots. she tends to follow the call to the idiots and Be Terrifying in order to scare them off of doing this on their own again, but if she likes the church she's with at the time she'll collect them and bring them back with her to her church

...also eventually she figures out how to send ghouls home to the pit, and she will not hesitate to do so if they are dangerous topside & express that they want to go back. she'll be like, "you want to go home? done."

over time she develops this affection for humanity in the way that very old characters tend to, but also a deep sadness bc she watches the same patterns over and over (and also she keeps getting attached to humans…)

so by the time the church that starts ghost forms, she's been around for....probably a good thousand years. they summon. she comes. there's something different about this group, a darker kind of determination she doesnt see a lot. first of all, theyre not scared of her or the other ghouls they summon. (following the idea that seestor is Old As Fuck, way older than she should be, i think at this time she is just a sister of sin. but she's there. and so is mister saltarian)

but needless to say, jewel is intrigued, and she was between churches anyway, so she stays. this group is the most ruthless she's seen with dismissing ghouls & summoning more, except sometimes they don't even send them back to hell, they just kick them out (they give no shits about releasing ghouls into humanity, they kinda want to see what happens). by now jewel has set ghouls up to live as a feral pack dozens of times, and the first ghoul the ghost church just kicked to the curb, she took them back to one of the nearby (kind of. it wasn't really that close) feral packs, but when it became clear they were going to keep doing this, she started helping the ghouls who got kicked out get set up in the mountains nearby (a lot closer than the other pack, but definitely far enough away from civilization they wouldn't cause any trouble. probably. generally, ghouls that form feral packs like that want nothing to do with humans anyway, but they have no qualms about eating any who stray too close)

this church is fucking ferocious about snapping up any wayward humans and bringing them into the church, they don't shy away from rituals, and jewel is fascinated with their idea for spreading the good bad word. there's been satanic bands, that's nothing new, she's hung out with a few of them & picked up some instruments (she tells me she's good buds with candlemass sjdhdh)

but a church forming a band primarily of ghouls and whatever the hell nihil is, that is new. so of course jewel wants in, and she's their most valuable ghoul so they let her (the amount of times she stopped them from doing rituals that would've gotten them all killed or stopped fresh summons from going on rampages is not small, and they respect that)

and that brings us to current times

...also actually though. the current clergy were the first ones to figure out the element change ritual topside (usually this is done only in hell, it's dangerous topside if you don't do it right) and they were going to do it on some poor random ghoul until jewel stepped in and said they should do it to her instead. and that they really want her to look over their ritual first

which actually i think quinn (remember ancient ghoulie? yeah him) steps in too, gently reminding jewel she hasn't been home in a thousand years and she may be a little rusty. he, however, does this all the time in hell, and oversees the whole thing to make sure they don't fucking kill jewel on accident

which brings me to the point that quinn and jewel met when she was quite young, i think they knew each other in the pit but more in the way that you know of the Big Boss Man in the company you work for and he pretends like he remembers you when he visits the store

but anyway, he was fascinated by her dedication to helping the dumb little humans and makes a point to find her whenever hes on the surface, and they are pretty close these days. although she mostly finds him annoying and thinks he should be doing something besides using the humans as his personal entertainment whenever he's topside, but they have the kind of bond you can only have with someone you've known for a thousand years, so there's that

#dorito.txt #dorito writes #dorito answers #LORE BOMB #thank u so much anon #anyway i love jewel so much. she is SO.#and em. i love em too #and zeph and quinn/ancient #i'll write up a post about those two sometime too #em ghoul #jewel ghoul #i need yall to know that everything after the note about getting into the meat of it #was dropped into discord at like 1am #and then copy pasted from there into a document and then from there to here #with light editing for coherency lmao

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elleonmybeloved · 5 years ago

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“It’s a wishing fountain,” Anna explains to her. “You throw a coin or two in the water and then make your wish. The spirit of the fountain carries your wish on the wind to Lord Barbatos.”

“Kind of a strange custom.” Lumine remarks, but she gets the gist of it. “What does Mondstadt do with the money afterwards?”

“The money? It just stays there.” Anna breaks off to cough a couple times.

Lumine stares at her. “No way. Wouldn’t people take it?”

“Uhh no.” Anna brings a finger to her lip thoughtfully. “How do I explain this... it’s kind of taboo to take the money from the wishing fountain. It’s just bad luck. You’d have to be desperate to take the money and risk getting cursed by Lord Barbatos for your greed.”

“...Oh.” She gives the shimmering coins a wistful glance. So much for taking the treasure for herself. “That makes sense.” What a shame, she adds, internally.

Later, Lumine finds herself in the square again, a freshly concocted satchel of potions cradled in her arms. She didn’t end up using as much of the ingredients as she thought, thanks to Lisa’s advice, so she still has some mora left.

The fountain is beautiful in the light of the fading sun, like a thousand diamonds sparkling on the churning surface of the water. There’s no way that a wish granting fairy lives there, but for a moment it seems ethereal enough that she walks up to it anyways.

Casting a furtive glance around, she takes out a coin when she thinks no one is looking at her.

“I wish to see Aether again.” She whispers quietly, and tosses in the coin.

Nothing answers her but the wind. Of course, she grimaces, the fairy of the fountain is just a superstition. Would have been nice though.

It’s a waste of mora, but there is something cathartic about telling the fountain about her struggles and hopes, tossing in just one mora coin each time. Lumine doesn’t notice anything awry until the third time it happens. Something was granting her wishes.

“I wish I could see the stars up close again, like I used to.” She had said the previous night, confessing with a coin.

This morning there was a drawing of a map at the feet of her tent, innocuously resting rumpled by the wooden post holding down the cloth as if it had been blown there naturally, by the wind. Following it to the place marked on the map, she comes upon a ruin with an ancient circular device in the middle. To her delight, looking into the circle was like a window to the heavens. She wasn’t really sure how, since her elemental sight revealed no magic, but she could see the moon and the stars as if she was up there with them.

The two other wishes, she hadn’t even noticed being granted in the moment it occurred.

A wish to find the anemo crystalflies she needed, for a defensive potion that would allow her to safely battle the hypostasis that had shown up in the northern ruins and claim the bounty the Adventurers guild had placed on it. It was no sum to sneeze at, and the more mora she had the more chances she had to compensate people for information about Aether’s whereabouts.

The last had been a simple one. She had wished to smile, at least once that day. A trail she had been hopefully following regarding her lost twin had gone cold the day prior and she had been lost in despair. After making her wish, she had found a pair of foxes sharing a bunch of fallen sunsettias while curled up together in the sun, snuggling happily and making cute chittering noises. The sight made her smile. Along her path she did not encounter a single slime or wayward hilichurl. Wind blew and lifted up her hair in a gentle caress.

That had been when she’d realized it. A memory tickles at the back of her mind: “Perfect timing traveler! I was just about to ask you... what is your greatest wish?”

How could this be a coincidence? It would be embarrassing to confront the perpetrator if wrong though, so she was hesitant to seek him out.

But Lumine was no little bitch, and the next night she went to the statue of the anemo archon instead of the fountain, courageous as anything. A green clad figure sits in the hands of the statue, swinging his legs back and forth and humming a pretty tune.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” She says.

Venti peers down at her. “The statue of Barbatos? Me? Why, traveler, you already know the answer to that query.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Why does he sound so innocent? Suspicious. Very suspicious indeed.

“Oh. Then what did you mean?” His voice is light and innocuously curious, and there’s no tell in his voice nor his lyre strumming that gives anything away.

But she remembers, after every wish, including the first, the wind answered her. She can still feel the way it caressed her gently.

“I just wanted to say that I’m very thankful.” She gazes at the statue instead of up at him. “I know you probably have other important things to do than grant my selfish wishes.”

“They aren’t selfish.” Venti has abandoned his clueless pretense, and his perch. He floats down to a feather light landing beside her. “They made you happy.”

“Well... yes... but aren’t there hundreds of wishes made in that fountain every day? Why do I get special treatment?”

“Hmm... well Lumine, the answer to that would beee... because yours is the only mora I don’t have to feel guilty about using, ehe!”

She gapes. “But I thought it wasn’t allowed to take the money from the fountain?”

“I, Barbatos, archon of this fine land of song and wine, do declare that exceptions can be made in the case of a fine vintage dandelion wine resting in the balance.” He places a hand over his chest with a self satisfied expression.

“You really used my wishing mora to buy wine?” She asks incredulously.

“Will use.” He corrects, wagging a finger. “Four mora isn’t anywhere near enough to buy a vintage. Heheh. I’ll be able to purchase it when I’ve granted enough of your wishes to do so~.”

He’s so silly. “I would’ve just bought you a drink.” She says. “I’m not rich but I can easily afford something like that.”

“I know.” He quips. “But this way is more fun!”

“You have a strange idea of fun.” Lumine shakes her head, but she’s smiling now.

“Really? Well you have a strange idea of taking the stairs.”

She blushes in reference to her climbing habit. Why does everybody make fun of her for this, it’s just a faster and more direct route upward!!

“Touché.”

#genshin impact #venti #venti x lumine #lumine #traveler #good evening. mayhaps this fluff could clear your skin? ease your pain?#somewhat inspired by fayrunravel’s beautiful art peace! if you’ve seen it you know the phrase referenced!

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merakilyy · 5 years ago

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Lan Qiren is Not a Completely Terrible Parent + Bonus Headcanon

Some disorganized thoughts on Lan Qiren!

A lot of my thoughts on Lan Qiren come from a bilibili article breaking down what it means be be righteous (雅正) in accordance to the Lan Sect’s motto. The article is in Chinese so I’ll just sum up some of the major ideas first:

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~It fundamentally refutes the idea of Lan Wangji as the “black sheep” in the Lan Sect

~It assumes Cloud Recesses has a highly collective intrasect environment. Children are raised not just by the parents, but by the entire Sect.

~The Elders raised Wangji and saw him grew up and didn’t have the heart to hurt Wangji, even after he escaped with Wei Wuxian into the cave. Western fandom especially tends to see the elders as strict, conservative disciplinarians who are rigid in their beliefs to the point of hypocrisy. This meta refutes that. It’s unreasonable that Wangji, no matter how strong his cultivation, would be able to stand on his own against 33 seasoned cultivators. So, contrary to popular belief, the elders allowed Wangji to injure them so they would not have to harm a child of the Sect.

~Lan Sect rules are not about what is literally written, but the spirit of the rules. This also makes sense given that when you have 4000+ rules, some rules are bound to contradict one another. And, many rules are quite vague. Eg. “sneering for no reason is prohibited.” Where is the line that justifies sneering? There is none because the idea is not “don’t sneer for no reason,” the idea is “don’t be unnecessarily rude.” In many of the rules, there is room for interpretation and it is this process of interpretation that is valued over the literal inscription of the rules.

~Basically, they are not good people because of the rules. They are good people because they are good people. The rules guide them to make good judgement, but good judgement does not comes from following the rules to a T.

~So the function of 雅正 (to be righteous) is internal, not performative.

~It is this internal clarity that makes Gusu Lan “innocent” (the word used is 纯真; 纯/chun = pure, clarity, genuine, practised and 真/zhen = true, real, genuine, clear)

~There is also a long history of Lans being deviant and rebellious. In CQL, there is Lan Yi who invents guqin battle techniques. They are also the only Clan to have been led by a female cultivator. Qingheng-jun clearly went against orthodoxy by marrying a murderer, but still remained in Cloud Recesses. We’re going to set aside consent here because is a total other separate conversation, but his punishment is self-imposed, not enforced by the Sect. So there are a lot of rules, but they aren’t pedantic. There is leeway, as seen in Lan Yi, but only within reason, as demonstrated by Qingheng-jun.

~Like his ancestors, Wangji also deviated from the straightforward path but his sect accepted his unrepentant love for Wei Wuxian in the end.

~In the end, Wangji gets what he wants: to live with Wei Wuxian in Cloud Recess. But he only gets this because the elders and Lan Qiren allow him to.

~To allow Wei Wuxian to exist in Cloud Recesses, the Lan Sect has to be more inclusive than we typically see them as.

~Despite everything, Lan Wangji still wants to return to Cloud Recesses because it is home to him.

~This is also my favourite explanation of Jingyi’s Jingyi-ness. Rather than Wangji (and possibly Xichen) singlehandedly creating a space for Jingyi, that space already existed. Jingyi isn’t as much of a black sheep as people portray him as because you don’t grow into a Jingyi if everyone is constantly yelling at you to follow rules. CQL Jingyi is plenty sassy, even in front of Lan Qiren, and Jingyi isn’t stupid! He was born and raised in Cloud Recesses, he knows when he is pushing several of the rules and he knows that he has the leeway to do so, and that Lan Qiren will not stop him (within reason).

~”Be righteous” is how the Lan motto is translated in English, but it’s….not exactly what it is in Chinese.

~In modern Chinese, it’s 雅正. 雅/ya = elegance, graceful and 正/zheng = positive, correct, straight, just.

~Notice how the two parts of the motto contrast one another. Ya is outward, something that dictates how you act. Zheng is internal, determined by your actions and attitudes. Zheng is the foundation of Ya.

~As a related aside, the literary meaning of 雅正 is slightly different; it means to be correct and honest, and to welcome corrections to one’s shortcomings. The literary 雅 is to be proper。

~The meta ends with this beautiful line: 所谓的“雅正”，家族交出来，体雅是表象，心正才是更本。Now to ruin it in translation: “Each configuration of “righteousness,” as taught by the Sect, is outward physical elegance built on the foundation of a moral heart.”

~TLDR: Rebelliousness is a function of Gusu Lan, not an anomaly.

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Onto some fun headcanons!

~Lan Qiren has personal issues with Wei Wuxian because of his mother, but he is more horrified by Wei Wuxian because Wei Wuxian has all this potential and then uses it to go down the heretial path?? Blaphemous. All that ability, all that work, only to throw it all away? Wei Wuxian is incredibly competent and Lan Qiren begrudgingly respects that competence. What he can’t stand is Wei Wuxian’s lackadaisical attitude towards his cultivation.

~In novel canon, Lan Qiren accepts Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s marriage. He definitely still has issues with Wei Wuxian for being a mass murderer, a demonic cultivator, for desecrating the dead, etc. Also for his general Wei Wuxian-ness. But Wei Wuxian is nothing is not incredibly competent and Lan Qiren eventually softens towards Wei Wuxian because of that competence. Once Wei Wuxian starts using that competence to be useful to the Sect and not just to be as annoying as possible, he gets Lan Qiren’s approval.

~Secretly, of course. Lan Qiren would qi deviate before saying nice about Wei Wuxian to his face.

~I totally wrote a fic on Lan Qiren publicly defending Wei Wuxian heheh

~Cloud Recesses is only so big and Lan Qiren can’t avoid Wei Wuxian, even if he is never trying to seek him out. Plus, Wei Wuxian has this way of being in the most inconvenient place at the most inconvenient time.

~We all agree Wei Wuxian is a terrible cook. But, is he a bad cook because he adds too much spice, or he is a bad cook because he’s a bad cook? He did manage to cook congee for the ducklings in Yi Cheng without any fatalities. so I’m inclined to believe the former.

~Lan Qiren definitely thinks Wei Wuxian is a terrible cook, especially after hearing about how Wei Wuxian burned a hole in a pot.

~But Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian and even if he can’t be trusted with spices (or anything remotely resembling seasoning), he can make plain congee just fine....after some practice

~Lan Qiren eats this congee and it’s a perfectly good congee. Ideal thickness, light taste, no spices, slides down the throat smoothly and pairs perfectly with his dried zhacai (pickled mustard; a super common Chinese side dish). He asks who made the congee, expecting it to be Sizhui. He chokes when he is told Wei Wuxian is the cook.

~Lan Qiren knows how to be a good parent in theory. He’s just terrible at putting it to practice.

~Jingyi’s parents, when he was still a terrible toddler wreaking havoc everywhere, went to Lan Qiren for desperate advice like “why is our child such a terrible Lan???”

~But Jingyi isn’t actually Lan Qiren’s kid so he actually gives good advice. “Give him a toy, he’ll tire himself out for his nap,” “Let him crawl around, just cover sharp objects and table corners,” and “give him a crushed peach as a reward for walking across the room”

~But he doesn’t know how to talk to Xichen or Wangji as family. He loves them both dearly – obviously he raised them, but they’re also good nephews!! Questionable taste in men aside, they are excellent nephews! He just doesn’t know how to talk to them outside of official sect business.

~Especially with Wangji, He kind of did declare Wangji’s husband a heretic, a traitor, was extra hard on Wei Wuxian as a student, Wangji for visiting Wei Wuxian. And there’s that whole discipline whip thing.

~Which, to be fair, did end up saving Wangji’s life. Raising his sword against Sect Elders and one’s own family is an act of treason punishable by execution. But Lan Qiren can’t just execute his own nephew….he has a heart, even if no one believes it

~33 discipline lashes from the discipline whip is very harsh and Lan Qiren won’t pretend otherwise. But he could gamble that Wangji’s core is strong enough to pull him through. Because the odds of a living, resentful Wangji is better than a dead Wangji.

~They never talk about this. There are a lot of things they don’t talk about.

~Even before, Lan Qiren isn’t a bad parent. He just has no idea how to put his ideas of parenting into practice. He knows what a good parent looks like, he just doesn’t know how to be one.

~So he hides behind the rules because the rules can’t go that wrong, right? Right???

~Lan Qiren is lowkey jealous of Wei Wuxian for knowing how to be affectionate. He definitely thinks Wei Wuxian is too open with his emotions, but he is envious that Wei Wuxian and Wangji are open to each other in a way that Lan Qiren never established with either nephew. They are loyal in the filial manner of juniors to their elders, but Lan Qiren isn’t exactly close to his nephews.

~In his ongoing attempt to be a better uncle, he ends up getting advice from Wei Wuxian about emotions.

~It’s not like he can go to anyone else. And, well. That congee was really good.

~Turns out Wei Wuxian can brew the perfect pot of tea, too.

~Offensive. That Wei Wuxian is so competent and the least emotionally repressed person in all of Cloud Recesses.

~Eventually, Lan Qiren begins to understand why Wangji is so attached to Wei Wuxian, even if he still can’t stand to be in the same room as Wei Wuxian for longer than 15 minutes.

~No matter how much he might no longer hate Wei Wuxian, he prefers their interactions in small doses and spaced out.

~But he does learn to bond with Wei Wuxian over cultivation theory. Annoyingly, Wei Wuxian is just too useful to continue to despise.

#mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #cql #lan qiren #meta meta meta

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doctor-plagueis · 4 years ago

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Nora's Knightly Love

Trigger Warning: mentions of noncon and rape you have been warned.

Nora had some troubles, well actually it was a lot of troubles.

From night terrors, to night terrors and night... ok so, Nora has nightmares because of...a lot. Nora lived in the North where if you aren't strong, you die,and she almost did, repeatedly from Beowulfs to Ursas to...people...

Gods...if it wasn't for mother she wouldn't be a virgin today...

That's not a memory she relishes, watching her mother be used as a toy for men like she's nothing but a hole to fuck...Nora was five years old and they were gonna do that to her...fuck, she's crying and shaking again.

Damnit fuck fuck fuck why can't she forget that night daMNIT!

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Nora's crying again...he should do something...

"Hey Nora, you ok?" he asked meekly

"Huh!" she nearly jumped from her bed at that "Um, um, ye 'm fine..."

"You're not very good at lying" he said while getting up...he's not wearing his pijamas.

"When’d you start sleeping shirtless Fearless Leader? Also are those shorts?" she was curious...and also deflecting.

He moved closer she could see him better now...when'd he get so buff? When he sat down at her bed she realized something...Pyrrha and Rennie were out on their date...

"Started when Yang decided to steal it, apparently she feels comfy in it...weird huh?"

"Yea..."

Awkward silence, more awkward silence even more awkward silence...

“C’mon Nora you can talk to me I'm your leader...and hopefully your friend?" wait, was he unsure of that?

“‘F’course you're my friend Jauney, why, did you think weren't?" Huh weird she's calmer, maybe it has something to do with talking to Fearless Leader? He does have a pretty reassuring presence.

"Well, maybe there's some culture shock with you being a Northerner and me being Arcadian, but in Arcadia when a friend is feeling down we talk about it and sort it out together, would you like that? Would you like to talk?" He was trying to be reassuring… his sisters were always better at it than him.

"...ok" Nora sounds so meek, this is weird.

"You sure? We don't have to y'know" He was calming to her, talking with him made her less scared...maybe this is what she needs?

"Growing up in the North is difficult Jaune-" whoa she called him Jaune not Fearless Leader or Jauney...this is serious "-You either fight back against the world and it's dangers or you die...or worse..." at that Nora saw Jaune recoil slightly not noticeable if they weren't this close…huh…

"My mom and I lived with dad until he was taken by the cold...my only memory of him is lighting his pyre with mum..." she took a breath...this is harder than she predicted. Damnit...

"Then me and mum decided to head south, to warmer lands, away from the shithole that is the North-" wait...is Jaune ok, he looks weird...she'll keep talking with a closer eye now..."-But before we got to the seas...we...we were attacked by raider..."

Jaune was now visibly sweating and breathing heavy, memories were flooding back...bad, bad memories...

"Nothing happened to me but...mum let herself be...used by them she, she was raped Jaune, just so I wouldn't, and then they took her away like some trophy of conquest...that's how I became an orphan...Jaune?" uh oh he's freaking out.

"Jaune, JAUNE!"

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Jaune awoke today was a special day, today would be the day his dad finally train him, actually, really train him, with Crocea Mors! This was going to be the start his glory, his heroism would begin today! Hahah oh that’s corny heheh…But he really couldn’t wait…

…So Jaune had taken Crocea Mors to train alone in the woods, so what? He was already gonna train with dad anyway!

(CRACK)

“Huh? What was that?” oookkk so Jaune was suddenly a little worried.

“Well, well, well ain’t you a pretty lil’ thang” came a hoarse voice from the trees.

“Who? Who’s there!? I-I have a sword!” Shit shit shit; Jaune wasn’t ready for this sorta stuff! Fighting some Creeps or young Beowulfs is one thing but fighting someone is different!

“Ohohoho, looks like this blond cutie has sum fight in’im…good, more fun this way…” that’s really, really creepy and concerning.

“Where are you!? Show yourself!” Jaune tried being intimidated.

“Oh don’tchu worry, ya won’t have time to anyways”

“wha-”

“you’ll be more worried about breathin’ with a cock in yer throat hahahaha!”

At that Jaune chose to make the smart move: run like hell!

Except he didn’t get away…

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“JAUNE!” Nora screamed.

“Huh, wha!?”

“Are you okay!? No, don’t answer that you, clearly aren’t!”

“I-I uh…”

Jaune was silent now, which for Nora was a bad sign…

…Maybe it’s time for Nora to act less like a Northerner and start acting more like an Arcadian…

“Jauney…yo-um-ya-crap, ok, Jaune” she said searching for words and getting his attention.

“Jaune look at me” he did.

“Did did-um did I bring some bad things up? I mean obviously I did but-um” ugh this is difficult how do Arcadians do it?

“Did I bring anything bad for you?”

“Ye-yea, I um…you just reminded me how I lost my…”

“Virginity?” she really hopes he says no, please for Brothers sake say no!

“Yea…”

“Oh Jaune I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I-” She made him remember such a horrible thing…

“Don’t, you couldn’t have known” she shouldn’thave known…

Nora got up stood in front of Jaune and held her arms open…Nora isn’t good at this but at least she knows hugs are good comfort…

...Jaune accepted the hug.

“You can cry Jaune …please cry it’s good for you…”

“(Hick) I’m not goin’ to cry (hick)”

“Stop forcing yourself to be strong…isn’t that what you made me do? I’m here…”

At that Jaune broke down like a faulty dam, and he didn’t stop crying for a long, long time.

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That was a week ago.

Jauney and I have been spending more time together we’re supporting each other as best we can…

…My nightmares are going away, well, not really, but with Jauney's help they’re…manageable…I’ve found myself talking less with Rennie, and I don’t really mind it weirdly, oh well, Rennie does need to spend more time with his girlfriend after all…

…Hope Pyrrha's taking care of him well.

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Nora and I have been talking about our…pasts a lot lately, its helping.

Nora and I also have been having these weird silences, not awkward but comforting, is this what friends feel all the time? Pyrrha and I don’t have these silences, neither do any of the other girls, huh, kinda feels special for some reason…

…I like the silence.

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Almost a month now, me and Jauney have been talking for a month, and I feel like we’ve bonded so much over so little time, maybe we’ve bonded even faster than Rennie and I did...I like it Jaune and I’s bond, feels good, really good…

…I think I like him, like, like-him-like-him. I’m okay with it, more than okay actually…

…Does he feel the same?... Why am I even worrying he doesn’t?...

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I really like Nora, oh who’s believing that blatant lie?

I Love Nora. As more than a friend, I love Nora romantically…

…Maybe she feels the same? Oh, who am I kidding? she’d never love someone like me, not after… (sigh)

Maybe I should just ask her out she’ll reject me and we can go back to talking like friends.

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Alright perfect Ren and Pyrrha are away I can ask Him/Her

“Hey Nora/Jaune” they said simultaneously

“Oh, go ahead Nora” always the gentleman, one of his many charms.

“Nu-uh Fearless leader you first!” she said playfully

“yeahokayIcandothis” Jaune said under his breath

“Nora” “Yeah?” “Would you go get some dinner with me?”

“Ooh like dinner pancakes? Sure Jauney, you’re the best!” she was so excited (sigh) she’s amazing…

“N-No more like a-ummm”

“A what Jauney?”

“Wouldyougooutonadatewithme?” Oh great, he messed it up.

“…” her silence is so deafening, I really fucked up huh?

“…YES!!!” wait wut?

“Ohyoudon’tknowhowmanyweeksI’vewaitedforeitherofustoaskthatIwasgonna askyououtmyselfbecauseIcouldn’twaitand-”

“Nora! Nora calm down and speak in a way I can understand”

“I, yea, sorry, got too excited, started talking Nora mode, anyways-” she was…still talking really fast, but at least he could understand now! “-The answer is yes, also fuck yes and also gods I’ve waited too long to do: this!”

Suddenly Nora lunged forward and stabbed Jaune…Nah she just kissed him…WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!

“mhnph!” “Mmm~oh yeah, always knew you’d taste good Jauney~” “…izzat a yes?”

“What do you think?” “I think I’m dreaming that’s what” Nora giggled at that, fuck, even her laugh is adorable

“Well you’re wide awake, and, you got yourself a date! Isn’t that a confidence boost~” Fucking hell Nora knows how to be seductive.

“I’m the luckiest guy in beacon right now!” he said with his signature goofy grin

“Well” she wrapped her arms around his “where’s our date going to be?”

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[Notes]

[Pyrrha and Ren are indeed dating.]

[Yes the Booty Tier List will affect this check it out]

[Again this is going to be my first smut story so I'd apreciate the criticism]

Here ya go this is the first part of this two-shot.

Nest one will be smut I promise.

Part 1 / Part2

#nora's arc #jaune arc #nora valkyrie

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samnyangie · 4 years ago

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Personal reviews on RSL filmography

Rsl, iI thought it’d be a good idea to record my thought on each films rsl was in, it was something I always wanted to do...

Rsl in total, was starred in (excluding tv series etc) 27-ish films, to be honest, considering his years as an actor(approximately more than 30 years) he wasn’t starred in that many. We all know why lol

Just saying I’m not a film expert, therefore the list is very subjective.

The reviews with trigger warning (r*pe, g*re etc): Tape, Killer: Journal of Murder, A glimpse of hell. Tho in the writing I’ve censored them with * since I don’t feel comfortable saying them here

There isn’t particular spoilers except for dps, tape, and ground control

The favourites (literally my life time films)

Dead Poets Society

I assume many would agree, and as many would have, it was my first ever rsl film, like I was on the plane and it was one of the films they offered, and I was like, oh I think i heard of this, so I watched and instantly loved it. The message is very relevant to this day, the cinematography is very beautiful and somehow nostalgic. I was horrified with Neil’s death. Tbh now I’ve seen too many memes and all kind of things from the fandom (which I’m grateful for!) I thought the heartfelt I once had would deluded a bit, however when I watched it again last April with my family at the cinema and it still moved me very deeply.

The age of Innocence

Okay, unpopular opinion here, I love this so much. It’s my all time favourite rsl film. It even outruns dps tiny winy bit haha. Aside from how he had tiny winy screen time, appearing at the end but the fact that he played quite an important role and him being gorgeous in it just<33 I couldn’t help but smiling! It just the whole film was so much of my cup of tea? The melodrama and the hypocrisy hidden by elegance among the upper social classes in 19th century is just what I needed. The more I watch it, the more I understand the characters and their emotions, it’s one of those films you should keep visit to discover the things you weren’t aware of before. I watched it again this morning and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. However, I know some people find it boring and I understand why, my sister is one of them lol(except for a bit where rsl was in) but i think it’s more complex than what it appears to be at a first glance haha. In conclusion, it became one of my comfort film to watch time to time.

The ones I like<33

Swing kids

At first viewing, I didn’t expected much because it had underwhelming reviews but when I actually saw it, I thought it was quite decent and more and more I watched it, I felt like it was underrated. Yes, I think some directing choices were bit old fashioned and cheesy especially the ending, I’m not saying it was a perfect masterpiece but it deserves more recognition than it has now. Also in spite that there’re some parts being too simplified, it touched on something other films about ww2 normally don’t. It was interesting to see the German perspective on it than Jewish or the allies perspective like many of them does, but of course the latter perspectives matter, it could be argued that they more valid than the former, which partly was where sk criticised for, however, the portrayal of the varied reactions of the German people (in this one particular the teenagers) has its value in their on way. Anyway along side with it, the music and the dance scenes were great, without exaggeration, though Swing kids isn’t my fav, peter’s solo dance scene is my favourite scene in any movies I’ve ever watched. I mean that scene had both visuals and meaning as it demonstrated Peter’s determination as well as resentment with a hitch of unsureness. Rsl acting in that scene was just phenomenal, it’s not about showing off the dancing skills but he portrayed every mixed emotions peter has from his expression and the moves, I just can’t talk about this enough especially this scene was the reason I started fallen for him. lol

Much ado about nothing

Much ado is something I never seen anything like so it was a refreshing exprience. I barely watched Shakespeare on screen kind of thing. Though I felt there were some bits too cheesy for me but they are also the charms in the same time, and the cinematography was pretty also Claudio aka rsl, it was like an official announcement of declaring my worship on this man. Especially it was after SWING KIDSSSS so I couldn’t help it now everyone knows how I fallen for him but no one can blame meeeeee Anyway, it’s a really good film to watch when you want be relaxed with cup of tea maybe hehe

In the gloaming

I heard about it before I watched it, that it’s a heart wrenching, tearful piece, though I didn’t managed to cry, it’s just.... painful and in a way heartfelt. I liked that story telling was calm and collected rather than forcing you to join the sob party, just showing the characters to carry on. And thanks to the great acting from the cast, the characters could be emphasised and understood, personally the older sister was the most relatable character for me, well, eldest complex lol. In short I liked it but it’s not something I would watch it often.

Last days of Disco

As a person who looks at aesthetic in films, I simply enjoyed this for that tbh. I don’t know, I just liked the feeling. But I don’t think it’d be everyone’s cup of tea. I love the day time clothes the girls wore in the film. Tbh I love the music too, I think I love all the films of rsl with music in it. Speaking about rsl, oh rsl, he’s.... His character might be bit unlikable but he was just.... This is why I can’t unlove his characters even the debatable ones<33

They were decent! (I would recommend it)

Married to it

This is the first and last ever attempt of rsl of romcomssss The film itself is cliche to be frank it’s like love actually but it’s about marriage life + it’s not christmas but I like heartfelt cliche stories like this, if anyone also loves this type of story, it’s really worth watching, it’s one of my comfort films, also, rsl is so pretty I mean he always is but to see him being a office man with a baby face made me go awww my baby grew up heheh I wish he did another romcom like this or more preferably, melodramatic romance, I’d have made a shrine of it and worship it every morning lol

The boys next door

I kind of smiled while watching it throughout, if you want something that is heartfelt and touch on some serious topic about social workers and the people with mental disorder, Rsl plays a character who has (I think it was) Schizophrenia and troubled relationship with his father(Deja vu I know) but general atmosphere tend to be quite humourous. I don’t get me wrong, though it’s light hearted, it doesn’t mean they treat the topic in the same way. There’s a scene where the protagonist imagining the one of the characters with the disorder talking eloquently and honourably at the court on the rights and the dignity of the people with mental disorders deserve to/should have and they’re just the same people as the people without mental disorders. It was a powerful scene.

My two loves

Rsl’s first ever screen debut film! Hehe it’s about a woman who is discovering her sexual identity and the conflicts within I personally thought it was fairly sensible depiction but I can’t say for sure whether it was accurate or else, since I don’t think it’s my place to say it:) But if you’re interested, it’s on YouTube, you can just search for it or go to this post I made. Fun fact: since it was his debut film, it credits him as he’s real name, Robert L. Leonard, I just find it amusing haha

Tape

It’s another type of film I don’t encounter that often, I enjoyed it, especially with Neil and Todd’s reunion lol. Rsl mentioned how he enjoyed it because it felt like doing a play, my first impression was that the structure is like a play, though the camera work made me quite dizzy haha. But the dialogues, the acting, I think it was quite spot on. Especially the human contradictions and hypocrisy side of it. The most people assume the baddie in the film is Jon the character rsl played and has a distaste for him. I mean how can anyone love a character who is accused of r*pe but to be honest, Vincent for me seemed just as problematic, both of them are hypocrites for sure in their own different ways but in the end we can’t be sure what’s really the truth or not. It’s about the vagueness, and phychology and the uncertainty from the audience on who to believe(well, myself included, most would trust on Amy’s claims since she’s the victim in the accusation, but by her denying the claims, making everything way unclear,) so I don’t know. I don’t really have an opinion haha tho I don’t believe nothing happened because Amy denied so, even Umma Thurman who played her, said that her interpretation was that Amy lied. I felt it’s endless rabbit hole this film. Sorry I couldn’t worded it better.

My best friend is a Vampire

It’s cringey and weird but there’re odd charm to it. Vampire rsl’s so cute as well.... and I think it’s the only film, he acted kind of flirty ? So for that itself I’d like to appreciate itttt And it’s so 80s/90s, like it has general odd nostalgia like all films from that age has. I saw a Korean blog about rsl films and this was mentioned, that- they said- it’s a bible of rsl’s adorableness and I think that sum up the film perfectly.

Mr&Mrs Bridge

Before this was in ‘I mean it was fine” category, but I watched it again and now I want to retract my statement lol Still isn’t my fav but I noticed how delicately depicted each characters are, Mr and Mrs Bridge in particular. This film is alternatively about the changes in the young generation regarding liberty, feminism, free expression especially on sex. It’s in the perspective of the bridges, the mother and father who is old fashioned and conservative (as it was normal in their previous generation) and the children who are the young generation, and the misunderstanding and conflicts between them. After all it all happened not only because of the difference but also the lack of communication, which rsl emphasised in his interviews. I found it interesting that they made it seems like the Bridges truly existed with the video footage and (with the ending) describing what happened to each family member in text with photos. When I watched it at first I was really confused if it was based on a real life. I think what they wanted to suggest was that the Bridges every typical American family at the time. It was something everyone was going through. I said previously I didn’t get why Rsl’s character (the youngest in the Bridges) treated his mother so coldly. Honestly I do get why, but I guess I felt so bad so the mother haha

I mean it was fine

The safe passage

It was okay but to be honest it didn’t stood out to me. It was okay. The story, the characters weren’t that interesting. I wish they extended it longer to go depth with their family relationship or something.

A painted house

I find it likeable, it has a chill, old folk story vibe, but same as previous one. it didn’t really stand out except for shirtless rsl, do close ups you cowards

Bluffing it

I was really fond of the premise of this film and I think it has great intention. It was specifically made to promote the awareness of illiteracy and how to get support. However, I don’t get the reason of Jack the protagonist’s illiteracy. Unless, it was common occurrence in America at the time, I feel like it’d have been more convincing if he was in poor family hood, so there was no time to learn at school due to working at young age...? I mean, just finding it hard to believe he passed the high school just like that, I mean the teachers or anyone should have noticed it, maybe I’m missing something here but it seemed unlikely to me.

Ground control

Again, I liked the message, as it depicted how frightening and difficult job the ground controller is, by one mistake could take away the lives of hundreds, especially as someone who goes on planes a lot... But it was quite cliche throughout, I just couldn’t get engaged to it. But I do admit at the end when the protagonist runs off to the landing zone see the pilot who he had just saved, they acknowledged each other and have eye contacts was truly wholesome. Rsl as cocky, bad boy was such a icing on the cake, I loved it so much. Chewing gum in every scene lol I hope he plays these sort of characters more often. I saw someone criticising him saying he has narrow spectrum of just playing nice boy roles like Neil but I really wanted to debunk the narrative and this could be one of the examples!

Chelsea walls

I knew that this has split reviews but nonetheless I think worth to watch it, 1. Ethan and rsl re union, 2. Ethan is the directer of the film and rsl sing in it. But I have to say, it’s one of those hard to follow art indie film so I couldn’t finish it on one go. I feel like I have to devour it over and over again. Maybe later on I grow fond of it more lol But his character, I loved him so much. He’s just has everyone don’t touch me, I’m a cocky artist vibe, there’s a scene where his annoying friend annoying him and he looks up and says: ‘Fck off’. Absolute golddddd not to mention he sings and plays guitar so beautifully<333

Well... it’s not my cup of tea

The Manhattan project

I don’t think the film it self was that bad, it’s about high school boy who find out the existence of some nuclear energy research lab and stole the energy to make his own nuclear bomb. I just don’t get the thinking process of the protagonist. It really frustrated me. He seemed apathetic and unlikable I disliked him throughout and that’s why I didn’t really enjoyed it. I mean it has humour and ridiculous storyline might be humorous to some. But more importantly there was such little screen time for rsl!! LIKE WHY? WHY PEOPLE?? HE LOOKS LIKE A FRESH HUMAN MOCHI!!! It makes me soooo mad to think about it

Killer: Journal of Murder

Well, first of all, it had a lot of graphic things than I imagined, brutally murd*red bodies, execution, and r*pe scene, gosh I was strucken by it when I saw that, I had to skipped that scene. It’s based on a real event and a real criminal called Carl Panzram, so if you’re aware of it, it might be more intriguiging to see. But personally for me... meh, I don’t think directing was good as it failed to portray it enough for me to comprehend fully.

A Glimpse of Hell

This is also based on a true event of a tragic accident in the us battleship in Iowa in 1989. They shows tragedy lin a blunt, brutal way by showing horribly damaged bodies of the soldiers torn into pieces, all the horrid things directly so be warned about that. I was quite alarmed because i didn’t expect to see it haha there’s no much to say. The film quality was so so for me. I feel their approach wasn’t appropriate, they were clearly trying to make it dramatic which is fine but in a melodramatic emotional way. It didn’t work because first, there aren’t enough portrayal of the characters for me to get attached, secondly it added the unnecessary exaggeration it prevented me from being emotionally involved or even to think about it. In my opinion, I think it’d have been better if they made it more restrained, dry, focus on the accuracy. For example like 1987 or Zodiac, I mean both of them has dramatic elements since they’re not a documentary but they were not overdone, in a contrary added emphasis to their message/conclusion. I know it’s easier said than done but it was something I consistently felt during it.

Sir.... I’m sorry but-

Standoff

Haha... it’s very peculiar... the directing is off and it just weird. I knew it was bad already but I watched it because rsl as a cop with gunssssssss just... so rare and just.... something else. There’s no way of me missing that seriously. Tbh him doing an action stunt isn’t what I imagine when it comes to him and there’s really any actions scenes anyway but it really was something. Like the character he played here really became my soft spot Hehehehe he was pretty and plus, tbh it’s kind of film I’d make fun of while watching so everything was (alomst) forgivable. There is a recent thing I think about, since this is about a cult, I kind of hope he’d at some day play a role like Eli Sunday from There will be blood: a manipulative, deceitful and maddened priest with twisted faith. Though Paul Dano did a grand job, the idea was in my head the whole time. Well, it’s a shame he wasn’t any of those here lol

Driven

From what I seen, the majority of people seem to unanimously hate this film, and after watching it I became one of those ppl. At least Standoff could be make fun of and rsl held gunssss but this...... I want to say so many things... I feel like they should have chose either fancy, fast paced, thrilling racing film or detailed depiction of emotions/relationships with the racers and people involved in it, I know both can be done, but I think that was outside of their ability, but since they tried to do that at once, it became a mess that doesn’t go either way. And the characters, any of them, including rsl’s are narrow or impossible to understand. I mean rsl did great himself, it was not about acting, the problem lies on the script and editing in my opinion. Also there were so many unnecessary characters made me question of their existence. Luckily rsl’s character isn’t one of them, however because of them, he had to squeeze in and unable to elaborate, which is a shame as he was an interesting character and someone rsl rarely plays; a arrogant and opportunist agent/brother of the protagonist, who would do anything for success... ha.... whyyyyy

This is it. If I watch other stuff I might add to it in the future. Overall, I know I’m biased but I do like His filmography, I do have appreciations in every one of them in different way to the good ones to bad. He may have disagree, but I love his acting on screen, well, I barely seen him on stage (crying)

Edit: as some of you could see, I’ve edited this over and over again haha elaborating on thing or the contrary. I can say with a glimpse of hell I practically managed to watch every rsl films out there lol except for the i inside and the short film he did called a dog race in Alaska. But with the former I’m not interested and already know the storyline, and the latter is just impossible to find, trust me I did my best;;

So to sum up: I HAVE MASTERED THE RSL FILMOGRAPHY!

#robert sean leonard #rsl #films #filmography #personal #thoughts

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shoutosteakettle · 5 years ago

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Word Count: 975

Key: ☾ (?)

a/n: Took a short break from my short break to write a part two to this only because @shinsouzone zone asked so nicely (see below) and also because she hit 2k (congrats babs)!

Altar

sum: weddings are overrated anyway, right?

It had been a rough couple of months.

Planning the wedding and lying to your friends, family, and fiancé was beginning to take a toll on your mental state. Worst of all, you had no one to talk about it with, seeing as the person you could confide in seemed to be the very same person causing all of your problems.

You thought about Hitoshi every day. You wanted to call him. You wanted to tell him about how you felt and that he was right - you were lying to yourself, you were a coward, and you did love him. That argument was something that played in your mind daily. You couldn’t get the image of his face out of your mind - he looked so hurt like he had been suffering in silence for so long. And it was your fault. Your fault he felt- no, was feeling that pain.

The wedding was tomorrow. All you had to do was get through tonight. And when you’re up at the altar, you would realize just how much you loved Katsuki - right?

“Babe, are you still there?” Through the phone, Katsuki felt like he could hear the gears your brain working overtime. What the hell were you thinking about?

“Oi, what the hell are you thinking about?” Katsuki’s husky voice was enough to snap you out of you downwards spiral of ‘what ifs.’

“I guess I’m just nervous. Y’know about the wedding tomorrow.” You answered his question with a half-truth, but an answer nonetheless.

“What the hell is there to be nervous about? I love you, you love me, and tomorrow is simply...us declaring it to the rest of the world.” He took a minute to process the words that had left his mouth, and thinking he had zeroed in on your worries he started once more, “Is that it, are you nervous about the whole ‘saying it to the rest of the world thing?”

You gave him a quick ‘hmm’ of approval, and in return, he gave you some sound advice, “Look dumbass, don’t sweat it. When we’re up on that altar, the only people that matter are you and me. Just you and me. So, forget about the rest of the damn extras and pretend like it’s just us. You got that? Alright, you get some sleep before the big day. I love you.”

Katsuki waited a second or two for you to say it back, but you didn’t. He noticed that it was something you stopped saying a while back, but he never said anything. Opting to keep his discoveries to himself, pretending as if he never noticed at all.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

You sat in front of the vanity in the dressing room of the church, looking back at yourself. You felt shameful as you watched your friend place the veil into your hair, adjusting it so that the rhinestones shimmered just right underneath the light. This was supposed to be Hitoshi’s job - making you look pretty before you walked down the aisle.

“You look so beautiful, Y/n!” You smiled at your maid of honor’s words of encouragement.

She seemed so happy for you.

Everyone seemed so happy for you.

Why weren’t you happy?

“Did you get that Y/n.” Mina turned back around and looked at you, searching for a sign that you understood what she was talking about. Instead, she found tears rushing down your face.

“No! No crying, you’re going to mess up your makeup!” The pink woman plucked a couple of tissues from the box on the vanity. Tilting your head upwards, she began to lightly dab the tears beneath your lashes, trying her best to salvage the heavy mascara you had on.

When the tears finally stopped, she gave her instruction one more time before leaving to meet everyone else in the church.

When you heard the church bells, you knew it was time to complete step one of Mina’s instructions - leave the dressing room and meet her at the doors to the church’s main hall - simple. So why the hell were you doing, not that?

You found yourself on the streets of Japan trying to hail a cab. You couldn’t believe it - right now, you were the very definition of a runaway bride.

When a yellow car finally slowed down for you, you popped open the door and tried your best to climb in, but found yourself in a violent fight with your poofy wedding dress. The same dress that was supposed to be accompanying you on your walk down the aisle. When you finally managed to get inside the cab driver as you ‘Where to?’ That was a good question - one you didn’t have the answer to.

Today was the day that any chance of you calling off the wedding slipped through Hitoshi’s fingers. Instead of celebrating at the after party like he was sure you were by now, he decided to treat himself to some much-earned liquor and a quick burning of the save the date he had received in the mail. Just when he was about to down his first shot, there was a knock at his door, but Hitoshi wasn’t in much of a socializing mood. Going through with his actions, Hitoshi winced as he enjoyed the burning sensation of the alcohol in his throat.

Once again, there was the knocking at his door, but this time it was harder, it sounded urgent, desperate almost.

Not bothering to throw on a shirt, he dragged himself over to the front door of his apartment. Answering it right before you could knock again.

“Y/n?”

Alright, so this is a trilogy now...hehehe

tag list: @loisfics

#gabistrying #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi x reader #bnha #mha

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soulssung · 4 years ago

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HIHIIII MY BEAUTIFUL BESTIEEEE WHOMST I LOVEEEE i’m sO happy for & proud of u on the milestone AHHHHHHH 🥳💖🌱☁️

for Le Ship Requests .. 👀 uhhhh well u already know my personality a bit BUT to sum it up: i’m pretty hyper !! i’m talkative, generally pretty open, and outgoing most of the time. but i do have my moments of being more of an introvert !!! in terms of interests/aesthetics i’m very artsy :) i like to try whatever art form i come across !! and my overall style/aesthetic is like ... artsy & grunge..? very 90s !!!!! yeah UH i think that’s it JSJDJD what do u think 👁👄👁

(also it 100% does not have to be hyunjin i promise SJDJDJ just do whatever u think !!)

ty so much bub 🥺 tbh i was stuck in between two of the boys for you and decided to go for the less obvious one. anyway hope you enjoy your ship ♡ and also! i think you did great sweetie heheh

i ship you with... changbin

ok so hear me out, changbin woul literally live to hear you talking

you both could pull up all nighters just talking to eachother

he would hear all your worries and give you the best advices, always making sure you know how much you and your feelings are important for him

even if you just want to talk non sense, he just love to see you speaking and rambling about the things you love

as he is pretty into art himself, i think you both would have lots of fun together

you wanna make a movie? better put him as your protagonist. decided that you actually want to become a freelance painter? the men is buying all your works, just send it to him

would love to take you to the studio and let you hear the demo version of the songs he's producing

and so do you!!

you influence a lot of the eachothers work, always given little suggestions and ideas

i can't tell how much he loves your style

whenever he sees you all dressed up he just goes like this 😲

never shut up about how lucky he is to be with you

for dates...

for some reason, i think changbin would like to do something a little fancier for you?

he would love to take you on a car ride to some really expensive restaurant, probably somewhere where you could see all the night view: the shining lights and all bright the stars. he would try his best to make it really romantic and intimate for you, and you would finish the night dacing in the moonlight, probably with a song he made specially for you.

#100fe #ships

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fullsunhyuckie · 6 years ago

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lost in osaka(’s beauty)

uber driver!yuta

in which you needed a plus one for a work event and yuta was conveniently there to aid you,,and maybe even more.

a/n: i’ve officially gotten out of my slump (i hope hehehe) so this is pretty long. oh and i swear this fic sounds better than you think. enjoy!

12.19am

if anyone knows you, they’d know how much your work means to you. everything else comes second to your work. your family complains about how you take it too seriously most of the time and that you should consider taking a break. so when the day comes that you finally decide to bring yourself on a vacation, they might as well mark it as a public holiday.

as you were packing for your trip in the two hours you had left before you had to depart, you received a call from your boss. a part of you was glad because maybe you could, in fact, ditch this trip and get back to work. the other part of you was a little disappointed because you did plan the whole trip by yourself.

'' y/l/n, i need you to stand in for me at the Japanese Media Conference in Osaka, the night after tomorrow.'' your boss ordered casually. ''and do bring a plus one. that should suffice. you'll need to prepare a sum of money enough for a pair of outfit for you and your plus one. please be there by 8 and dress nicely. thank you.'' he added only to hang up abruptly.

though you were shocked, you were more frustrated because how in the world are you going to find a boy willing enough to go to a conference all the way in Japan. just as you were about to deliver the news to your parents, you saw them come in with a bag of medication and toiletries with wide smiles on their faces.

so when they asked you, " where's our baby going? you haven't told us yet!", you softly replied to them, "i guess i’m going to japan!" they cheered and your anger washed away. it was one thing to have tiny accomplishments celebrated by yourself, but to see your loved ones do it, they seem ten times more valid. so without complaints, you rushed out the door waving to your parents, with the boarding pass you printed at most 20 minutes ago.

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5.48 pm.

pacing about door 27, you were frustratingly waiting for your uber that was said to have arrived 5 minutes ago. well, whoever Nakamoto Yuta was, he should have a valid explanation as to why he was late. but in that exact moment, you saw a black sedan car appear in front of you.

the windows of the car were rolled down and you see a man with purple hair greeting you with a rather attractive smile but you had to keep your cool.

"are you miss y/n?" he flashes you the smile once more.

"yes and you're late. i'm rushing for something here." you responded almost simultaneously to which he nodded and rolled up his windows. but before he did it fully, you stopped him.

"aren't you going to help me with my bags? i cant possibly carry it myself.” you gave an exasperated sigh. he chuckled and rolled the windows back up, with no intent of helping you out. 'asshole', you thought. but the truth was that's what yuta thinks too, because he was sure your screen said arriving in 5 mins...but sure he'll let you have it.

you took the seat diagonally behind him and sat quietly for at least 20 full minutes through the ride, occasionally looking at his prettily coloured hair. he was the one to break the silence.

"so your bag isn't that heavy after all?" he mocks you.

"well, isn't it basic courtesy to have a driver help you with your bags?" you heard him huff in an annoyed manner, causing your ride continue its silence until you arrived.

upon arrival, you immediately changed out to your more appealing outfit so that you could head to the pub, in search of a plus one. but the longer you stayed at the pub, you remembered exactly why you’d rather be a workaholic. so you gave up and decided to book an uber back home. too tired to bother, you went into the car that stopped in front of you, hoping that it was the right one.

"must be a tough day for a prissy princess like you, ey?" you hear a familiar voice from the driver's seat. your head shot up and you saw from the rear view mirror, the last face you'd wanna see. "oh piss off, nakamoto."

"call me yuta."

"i'm not in the mood." you replied, before glancing to the front to steal a peek.

if you were being honest, you were really bothered by yuta on the ride home. you began noticing the little details about him. like the shape of his button nose, and how his hair isn't just purple, it's a really pretty ash purple. 'he's okay looking, huh?' you processed. and then it hit you. a decent looking man, who by chance you have been acquainted to, who is also a fluent japanese speaker and ,fortunately, owns a car. a sleek one in fact. and so you made a decision.

as he drove to the front of your hotel, you stayed still in the car with no intent of leaving. he turned around and lifted his eyebrows at your antics. you took a deep breath, thinking 'here goes nothing'.

"i have a proposal to make in which i am expecting you to accept. i need someone...okay looking, especially with a car, to be my partner for a day...or a few." you started. "you dont have to do much. just sit still, look pretty."

"why would i need to help you? i'm working tomorrow. besides-"

"i'll pay you."

"i'm all ears."

" i know you need the money, considering this job," he narrows his eyes at you. "so i'll give $600 for this event you attend and you get to keep the suit." his previously narrowed eyes now widened all the way at your offer. you gestured for him to give his phone. "i need you to pick me up tomorrow by 8am so we can go get your suit and my dress. don't be late.”

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8.07 am.

of course he's late. even though you were afraid he'll decide not to turn up, you had to remain cool. but exactly 5 minutes later he arrives, in a floral print shirt with light brown bermuda shorts and a pair of slides, hair unkempt. ugly, you thought. but as you thought so, he winks at you and it crossed your mind, well maybe not at all.

"you're seven minutes late. how am i supposed to trust that you'll reach on time tonight?" you complained. he just shrugged and proceeded to lead you into his sedan car.

the both of you headed to the nearest shopping district to run your errands. after a few hours of shopping, your hands were filled with shopping bags yet you still weren’t sure what yuta picked out. he insisted that you should trust his sense and let it be a secret. yuta was leisurely walking with just a bag of items while you were struggling to balance with all the stuff you bought.

"if only someone was gentleman enough to help me carry my stuff especially since this man beside me, isn't one." you said it a little too loudly in hopes that it'll embarrass him.

yuta laughed it off, completely unphased by your actions. so you continued walking at a fast pace until you heard him jog towards you and felt his hand brushed against yours, causing you to pause. he somehow managed to maneuver the shopping bags so that it would rest on your interlocked hands, so it looked as if the both of you were carrying the bags together. he brushed his thumb against your fingers, which made your heart do a thing. he gave a smug look and you let go, leaving him to carry it instead.

you got in the car, avoiding any form of conversation with yuta, but on the way back, he kept stealing glances at every stop he took. his actions made you nervous, which wasn't super abnormal as you're never usually affected .

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7.48pm.

you could tell it was him by the way he knocks on the door. you opened the door slowly and-

holy freaking grail.

he was stunning. oh so beautiful. you were in awe. he wasn't lying about his sense of fashion. maroon velvet suit with black innerwear which complements your black seude midi dress. his hair parted just enough to showcase his glowing forehead. earrings, 3 on one side and 2 on the other, contrasting his well-groomed look with a little bit of rebel. how intelligent.

"aren't you gonna let me in or are you not done ogling me?"

"n-no let's just uh- let's leave now. we're..ahem.. we can just be early..." you stuttered, pushing him out.

you arrived at your destination 20 minutes later and was astounded by the beauty of it. you turned to your left to look at osaka’s skyline, what a beauty. you turned right to look at yuta and you started to wonder, maybe everything in Japan is stunning. yuta offered you his arm and you slid into it like it was made just for you.

the whole conference was pretty boring but you had to keep yourself awake for your boss's sake. it wasn't until the dinner when you actually had a lot of fun. although yuta wasn't exactly a gentleman that night, you could tell he was trying. like when he took his food, it was a portion just enough for two. or when he pulled the chair out from the table intending to sit there but acting as if it wasn't a good enough spot so he offered you instead. you appreciated the subtlety more than you expected.

you noticed the speaker from earlier approaching your table and you stiffened.

"you know if you keep doing that, the whole hall will be able to tell that i'm a stranger to you." yuta whispered.

before you could answer him, you felt his hand rest on the crook of your back. he knew you were nervous so when you felt him caress your back gently, you appreciated it. he left as you were speaking to your boss’s clients, taking down notes for his future plans. the night wasn’t that bad, here and there you heard whispers about how gorgeous your boyfriend looked unlike you, but thats about it. after your exchange session, you searched high and low for yuta, silently hoping he wasn’t somewhere trying to hook up with some woman 10x richer or better looking than you are.

after searching for a good 15 minutes, you saw him near the fountain talking to someone. although you felt obligated to get annoyed, as your plus one, you felt warm. he looked way too engaged telling a story to a 7 year old girl. he turned to see you staring at him. he waved at you, at the same time getting the little girl to do the same. she didn’t seem too keen to do so.

“i think we can leave now. we need to prepare for tomorrow’s event.” you said, grabbing a hold of yuta’s elbow.

the little girl tugged at yuta’s sleeves and she whispers, “i don’t like her very much. mr nakamoto, can you continue the story?” to which you frowned and rolled your eyes, unintentionally. your actions caught yuta off guard and he burst out laughing at your child-like behaviour. or cute behaviour but yuta wont admit it

“i’m sorry, princess, but my grandmother here has forced me to leave with her or i won’t be able to return home for tonight. i’ll see you around!” the little girl chuckles and wave at yuta, not before giving you a glare.

“i hate kids.”

“are you jealous because a seven year old has more game with me than you do?”

“don’t flatter yourself, nakamoto.”

“count yourself lucky that i think you’re cute.”

well yeah, that stuck on your mind the whole night.

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9.36am

who in the right mind would have a formal event at 9 in the morning? there you were half awake, engaging with 10 people at one go, when its barely noon while yuta was at the back treating himself with the pancakes served. he was dressed formally as if he was supposed to attend a Sunday morning tennis match, when everyone else was in a polo tee and jeans. you’re sure he bought that outfit just so he could use it for another day, knowing he was able to keep it.

on that particular morning, you met johnny, the son of the CEO of a well-known entertainment company in Chicago. he’s tall, lean, very attractive, funny and the list goes on. if you weren’t married to your career, you’d so be into him. but you want to know who isn’t? nakamoto yuta. the moment he heard you burst a giggle instead of a laugh, he lifted his previously buried-in-pancakes face to scan across the crowd, seeing you with johnny.

he almost immediately threw away his half-eaten pancake and strut his way towards you but before he could do anything to get at johnny, you and johnny part ways much to yuta’s relief. throughout the whole event, you could feel his eyes on you, unconsciously looking out for any competition. it was funny though because when you try to look back he’d act as if he’s much rather be somewhere else. what a fool.

the event took up more than half of your afternoon so when you returned from it you were dead tired. yuta sent you to the door but seeing how GONE you were he needed to make sure you were fully awake while cleaning yourself. you took more than an hour as he waited on the sofa, he did sleep though. you sat beside him and watched him peacefully. his hair covering both his eyes, you were so tempted to touch it. purple never looked so good on a man. despite hesitating, you brushed his hair behind his ears, causing him to rest deeper into your palm. a soft smile crept up your lips as he did so.

“you should smile like that more often when you look at me. my heart does things when you do that.” he says with his eyes closed.

stunned, you pulled your hand away, forcing him to scram. he left with a smile on his face, satisfied with how flustered you were.

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7.49pm

“what do you mean you cant make it? it’s the last event. i need you to be there with me-“

“i need to run some errands. i’ll try my best and make it in time.” yuta replies.

you weren’t gonna lie but a huge part of you grew dependent on him so when you were forced to attend it alone, it felt foreign.

and indeed it was. the entire time you were there, you started missing him. when things got awkward you realised there was no one to turn to. or when the speaker said something unfunny, you’d laugh, thinking about what yuta would say in response. it was as if the entire night revolved around him and you hated it because you only realised his importance when he wasn’t around.

as you were eating, you felt someone approach you, deeply hoping it was yuta. but as you turned, you saw johnny. he was dressed in a sleek black suit with a bow tie. what a heartthrob.

“where’s your lover boy?”

“he’s busy running some errands. such a momma’s boy.” you said while unintentionally sulking.

understanding that you were bored at the event, johnny decided to accompany you. for a moment you forgot about yuta and you were thankful for that. but as you were intending to grab a quick bite with johnny, you heard johnny saying something and before you could ask him to repeat, you peeked behind his tall figure to see a good looking japanese man looking at you. seeing that you were comfortable with johnny, he approached you and gave you a kiss on your cheek, lingering longer than expected. to say your heart skipped a beat would be an understatement. it was as if it your heart entirely stopped and then you were resurrected by the touch of his lips.

“you smell...nice. i’m sorry i’m late.” he pulled away and wrapped his pinky around yours. “oh, johnny! didnt see you there. if you dont mind, y/n and i have somewhere to be.” and then he led you away.

“why didn’t you call me?”

“surprise, isn’t it? i was intending not to come but i knew someone would want to hit on you.” he replied casually, pinky still wrapped around yours. “let’s get out of here while we can.”

as the two of you walked out, he put on a jacket, that smelt like him, on you. you gave him a look of bewilderment.

“yuta, it’s 30 degrees. i dont need your jacket.”

“just take it. this is in case i need an excuse to see your face again in the future.” you heartily laughed at him.

you would think he brought you to somewhere romantic, as you ran away from a formal event. instead he took you to a nearby fast food restaurant, claiming that that was the essence of a japanese trip. as he indulged himself in the cheeseburger, you felt a pang in your chest remembering how your journey with him had to end in a few hours. it was as if he could sense that you felt down. so being yuta, he tried turning the atmosphere around.

“this cheeseburger would taste wayyy better if someone wasn’t staring daggers onto the top of my pretty head.”

it didnt work, in case you’re guessing. it just made you feel worse because, damn you’re gonna miss this idiot. so in response, you shoved your milkshake away and groaned, so loudly it’s possible that the whole diner went silent because of you.

you peeked up and you saw him staring down at you with an eyebrow raised. you were so close to risking it all and confessing your feelings towards him but your ego wouldn’t let you do so. instead, you calmed your face and pretended as if nothing happened. it’s hard to do so especially when you saw how comfortable your legs intertwined under the table. even your sub-conscience wanted the both of you close.

the whole night was a blur. you remember subtle hand touching and embracing from both parties but nothing major happened. to be honest, you were beyond grateful. just a few more seconds before the coast was clear. you waved your goodbye to him. you tried to shut the door before you did anything stupid. but...you were too late.

“seriously? our last night together and that’s how you end it? do you have no heart or-“

“i’m sorry excuse me?”

“i think i was being pretty obvious with how i feel about you. i wouldnt have let you hold my hand for a prolonged period if i didnt like you, dont you think? if you expect me to give you a heartwarming confession, about how i’d love to spend more time with you and how i wouldnt mind if you’d like to date me, then you thought wrong.” you said in one breath.

“...”

“an ‘i like you too’ would help me not feel like an idiot.”

“urm, look, there’s a lot of things that i do like about you but i just dont think i can respond to your confession right now. i’m so sorry.” yuta replied softly.

and he left. this time he wasn’t late to leave.

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1.27pm

you still felt like an idiot. the moment you woke up, as you ate your breakfast, when you packed your luggage, the whole time you felt like one. and you couldnt blame anyone but yourself. when you looked around, it was as if japan was stripped off its beauty, now that the one thing you associate that with is no longer within your reach.

even as you were on the way to the airport, you felt like a complete fool. when you arrived in japan and got your uber, the first thing you saw when you lifted your head was a pretty shade of purple. your uber back to the airport had a view that was an awful scene of badly dyed hair. how in the world were you going to forget the fact that you ever met nakamoto yuta?

as you arrived at the airport, you were so reluctant to leave. every step you took felt like there was an anchor weighing you down. of course, you were being dramatic because all you did was give him a confession. but believe me, because its someone with an ego like yours, it’s the end of the world.

you were waiting for the lift when a man with blonde hair grabbed your luggage from your hands. and he began saying something incomprehensible. so you let out a loud ‘hmm?’.

“i need to return some of your things and take back what’s mine.” you hear a familiar voice. you didnt want to believe it but the minute you turned your head, there he was. nakamoto yuta. but being you, the first thing you responded was, “why are you blonde?”

he groaned and pulled you to the side before you could say anything else. instead of responding he returned the suit that you gave him, as well as the sportswear and even his headband. he took out his wallet to return you the money you paid him for the events. he rummaged through his bag to ensure he returned everything you gave him and then he paused, as if trying to process whether he was going to do it and he gave the look of surrender. he opened up your suitcase to take back his jacket and a part of you broke. you felt as if he didnt want to see you again.

but before you could even begin to feel sad, you saw him crouch in front of you, hands on your back and your calves. suddenly, you were lifted. you hit yuta’s chest and he calmly responded.

“i told you i’m taking back what’s mine.”

“did you suddenly watch a rom-com last night and decide that this is the best way to win back my heart? because it’s not working.” you sulked but he gave you an innocent look. you finally understood what being wrapped around someone’s finger felt like.

as you were nearing the exit, he put you down and held you with one hand, the other on the suitcase as he led you to his familiar car.

“i have a proposal to make in which i am expecting you to accept. i need someone...okay looking, who doesn’t need to have a car, to be my partner to introduce to my family.” yuta mocked. "you dont have to do much. just sit still, look pretty, so you might want to try a little.” then he looked at you and gave you his biggest smile as he mouthed “i’m sorry. please be my girlfriend.” there was no way you were able to say no.

and so he drove into the city of osaka, and you looked around only to realise, japan had never been stripped off its beauty. all that you saw was filtered by yuta, causing it to look ten times as beautiful. but thats the beauty of getting to know yuta because now life has never been more full of colour.

fin.

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danganronpa-tng · 5 years ago

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Underground Travels; Part 2

We walked for half an hour, according to my watch. (We woke up at around 7:30PM, it was 8PM now.) There didn't seem to be anything in the tunnel, so we were just walking with seemingly no aim.

“Do you think we’ll be out of here soon?” I asked. William shrugged.

“Dunno. Hopefully!” He said.

“Th-that’s fair.” I replied.

As we kept walking, Kailyn stopped, squinting.

“Hey, hey Boys. See that?” She pointed forward. I looked forward and saw a small light a bit in the distance.

“H-hey, there’s the end..! Let’s go!” I said, speeding up a bit despite the aching in my legs. We all made our way there, finding a door cracked open a sliver. A room lay inside, which we walked in to.

“What is this room?” William asked, looking around. The room had two doors leading off them, one labelled ‘Eagle Eye’ and the other labelled ‘Precision’.

“No clue...” Kailyn said, walking up to one of the doors. Eagle Eye.

Before she reached it though, something fell out of the roof. Or rather, someone.

“Hahahahahaha!! Welcome, you fucks, to the Challenge Chamber!” They exclaimed, cackling. I stumbled back with a yelp.

“Wh-who are you?!” I asked. William put a hand on my shoulder.

“I, you unfortunate unclefucker, am Nerezza Enoshima!! Self-proclaimed Ultimate Despair, at your service.” She grinned. Her teeth were oddly sharp. Kinda scary.

“U-unclefu-??”

“Now, glad you made it!! Me and the boss almost thought you wouldn't leave the room. Or hell, not even wake up at all!” She said.

“The boss? Who’s the boss?” Kailyn asked. She didn’t seem intimidated.

“None of your business, sweetheart. Besides, whoever survives is gonna have to figure that out themselves!”

“What do you- ...whoever survives..?”

“Uh huh!! Sorry to tell ya, but only one of you is making it out of this place! Well, probably. Just guessing since, ya know, the challenges are hard as balls. Hehehe!” She chuckled, hands proudly on her hips. ‘She’s demented.’ I thought.

“Now, let me explain. Two of you are going to attempt a challenge first; one in Eagle Eye, and one in Precision. We’re gonna pick who doesn’t have to do it outta a hat, so good luck!”

She suddenly pulled a hat out of seemingly nowhere and stuck her arm in, moving it around until she finally pulled out a name.

“And the person who doesn’t have to compete issss... Ah, old unclefucker! Ryo Togami, you’re safe.” She said. Kailyn and William looked at each other somewhat nervously.

“So... what do we have to do?” William asked.

“Simple! Enter your room, complete the task, and leave! Simple as.”

“But you said it’d be hard?”

“Ohh, did I? Sorry, I have super short fucking memory!” She laughed again.

“S-so what do I do..?” I asked, tugging at my sleeves.

“Well, you just wait for someone to finish. When someone does, go through their door and move on to the next challenge!” Nezerra said. I nodded slowly as she turned to the others.

“Now then, I’m gonna give you plebs the option of which room you wanna take each! Choose wisely, because you’ll both do better in one of the other.”

And with that, Nezerra left, locking the exit behind her. We all looked around at each other.

“So..?” William started. Kailyn looked at the rooms, then back at us.

“I’m thinking Eagle Eye for me. Sounds like something to do with good aim or good vision, and I have both.”

‘Right! And I need precision for surgeries, so that sounds good for me.” He said.

The doors clicked open, signalling they were ready. The two looked at each other, then Kailyn stuck out her hand.

“Good luck, William. May the best player win.”

William nodded, shaking her hand.

“And to you! No hard feelings either way.”

“Of course. Be ready to follow whoever wins first, Ryo.”

“A-ah, I will! Be careful, you two. G-good luck..!” I told them. They gave me a smile, before entering their rooms.

Two screens came down from the roof, displaying two rooms; the ones with Kailyn and William in them. Kailyn’s room seemed to be aim, like she’d thought. William’s looked like an oversized version of Operation.

“Now, the game will begin shortly!! Kirigiri, your goal is to hit every target from the red spot you’re standing on. There’s a gun and ammo beside you. Just don’t shoot yourself, that’d be no fun!! And Tanaka, your goal is to remove every piece without buzzing! If you buzz, every piece returns and you start all over. Boo hoo! Now, 3...”

The two looked nervous.

“2...”

“Good luck, you guys...”

1! Begin!!”

The two instantly sprang into action. Kailyn loaded her gun quicker than I could follow and started firing, hitting a target or two. William instantly buckled down and got a piece or two out. They had a while to go though.

Nezerra walked back out.

“This is gonna be fun!” She said, smirking.

“N-no it isn’t! Is- are they gonna be OK?” I asked. She shrugged.

“Probably. I didn’t make the reward, I just made the game.”

“You... you’re Junko Enoshima’s child, right..?” I found myself asking.

“Kyahahahaha! Smart fucker, aintcha? Yep, that’s my mom. Not much of a mother though, I’ll tell ya that!” She said, totally nonchalantly.

...well, as nonchalant as she could be.

“D-do you have a dad?”

“Probably, but not like I know him. Mom slept around, you feel me? Never knew who dad was, and I don’t really care to either. I’m happy being demented on my own, thank you very much!” She declared.

‘Well, at least she knows she’s unstable...’

“Got any other questions? These fucks are getting boring, and I love talking about myself.” She asked. I hummed. I had made it my business to know about the other Ultimates my age, so knowing about another couldn’t hurt. Especially since she’s the child of someone so scary...

“Ok, well... you said you’re not the boss, right? Why not?”

“Hmm?”

“I mean, considering your mother, you seem the type to run something like this. Who would be able to control an Enoshima?” I asked. She smirked.

“Good question, nerd. Well, my mom can’t exactly do despair’s work anymore, because everyone already left the sum, yeah? And besides, she’s getting old. So when she noticed this person one day just writhing with whatever the real life version of despair is, she sent me to go... well, slip ‘em an idea. So, they agreed to run it as long as I helped. I agreed, obviously. This sorta shit is fun!” She explained. Kailyn continued firing on screen as I heard a buzz from Will’s side. He didn’t seem deterred though, as he simply restarted and continued.

“Goodness...”

We didn’t say anything else for a bit. I continued watching the screens in fear, because the Enoshima family always spelled trouble. After a while, I sorta zoned out. I had to wonder where the exit led. Where would we end up? It was an unusual thought that kept me wondering for a bit, trying to think of anything that could have told me where we were. Were we at some weird version of Hope’s Peak? That couldn’t be possible, right-

“Done!!”

I snapped my head up to see William standing triumphantly, every piece beside him. Kailyn froze, obviously having heard. Her gun clattered to the ground.

“I... I see.” She said. “Well, good match William-”

As she was talking, four sorta pipes with clamps on the end came out of the walls, grabbing her by her arms and legs. She let out a small yelp before closing her mouth.

“Kailyn!! Nezerra, let her go!!” I cried. Nezerra shook her head, smiling.

“Nuh-uh! Congrats, William! Your reward is life. For now, anyways!! And, Kailyn... your punishment is... well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Now, are we ready?!” She announced.

“NO!” Me and William both cried, William looking around his room frantically.

Kailyn sighed, then looked up at her camera. She smiled softly.

“Well, it appears I’ve lost, mother. However, I am not a sore loser.”

The clamps stretched her a bit more, making her wince.

“T-to the... v-victor go the... the... spoils...”

*Pwish!*

*Splat.*

The last I saw was Kailyn’s limbs being torn from her before the camera was splattered with blood. I screamed, falling backwards and onto the ground.

“Kailyn!! Kailyn!” I yelled, grabbing my head in my hands. I hadn’t known her for that long, but she’d been my friend. And seeing her die like that was... was absolutely horrific.

“Hah, pussy. This sorta thing is normal for me! Anyways, I’ll unlock those doors for you now, Willy! See you in the next challenge, boys.” And with that and a laugh, she left again, William’s door unlocking. William, as soon as he got out, ran over to me.

“Ryo! Hey, Ryo, hey! It’s gonna be OK, I promise. Come on, breathe.” He told me, rubbing my back as I sobbed into my hands. “Come on, breathe in for four seconds, hold for seven and exhale for eight. Yeah, that’s it.”

I did as he said, still crying but steadying my breathing. After a moment, I was kinda calmed down.

“K... Kailyn...” I murmered helplessly. I should have gone in there instead. Maybe if I had, she could have survived. “This is all because of my rotten luck. Of all the talents to have...”

“Hey, hey no... None of this is your fault. It’s that stupid girl’s. It’s gonna be OK... she isn’t trapped here anymore. She’s free now, and we will be too soon.” He told me. I sniffled and nodded, sitting up a bit.

“I-I... thanks, William... how are you so g-good at comforting..?” I asked.

“A lot of people get emotional over pets. I’ve gotten used to comforting people.”

“A-ah...”

After a moment of silence, he stood up and offered me his hand.

“Come on. Let’s go get some revenge for her.” He told me, smiling softly. It was oddly comforting, honestly. I nodded, taking his hand with a shaking hand and standing up.

“Ok... l-let’s go.”

(End of Part 2...)

#Danganronpa TNG #Underground Travels #Ryo Togami #Kailyn Kirigiri #William Souda Tanaka

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bolbianddolanhouse · 5 years ago

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BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Lost and confused? Read this post to catch you up!

Chapter 10: Y’all Mind If I Praise the Lord Real Quick?

It’s the next day and the usual scuffle of my siblings on a Monday were underway as Hoshi and I calmly ate breakfast. Not gonna lie, it felt nice to be on the observing side of things. Mondays are the days my dad comes home early from work to make dinner while mom goes off to her agent job. So Hoshi and I have the house to ourselves!...or so I thought.

“Home alone! I don’t think I was ever home alone!” I squealed in excitement “what do you wanna do? Watch movies? Try to find the twinkies my mom hides? OOH! Wanna play loud music and scream sing?!”

Before Hoshi could respond, uncle Jin popped in “HUP! Not so fast you two!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I questioned.

“Not for another 2 hours, the boss lady asked me to make sure you two didn’t do anything dumb” he crossed his arms “so I propose you two get to cracking those books open and study.”

“Humph! I don’t wanna!” I huffed and stamped my feet.

“Your grades say otherwise” he pushed up his glasses “same to you young man, you need to improve your math skills!”

Uncle Jin was right, I did need help with math “FINE! We’ll do math homework!” We go to retrieve our backpacks and sit at the table “Bet my mom didn’t have to do math homework all the time!”

“She struggled in math too” Uncle Jin chuckled “Your mom wasn’t always the intimidating, super genius innovator everyone paints her as in the media. She was goofy, didn’t understand everything but worked tirelessly to get it right.”

“What about you?” asked Hoshi.

“Myself? I helped her and Mimi with what they struggled with, school and emotional wise.” He sat at the table with us “and they helped me with teamwork.”

“You? Help with teamwork?!” I was in disbelief “But you three are the prime examples of teamwork! How did struggle with that?!”

“I was a lone wolf, since I was a child, nobody wanted to be around me and I didn’t want to be around them. Just on my own until I met those two, I call them my angels” he reminisced “countless times they’ve saved me and were patient with me, eventually I warmed up to the idea of always being by their sides.”

“Did you fall in love with them?” asked Hoshi.

“In a way, not romantically, I love them like the family that never adopted me” He smiled “That family love that’s been missing in my life, they gave it to me willingly and I cherish it with everything I’ve got.” He sighed deeply “So of course I called myself uncle when they had children, it’s what families do! I helped raise them like they were my own.”

“So you found your own family too?” Hoshi responded “Is it bad that I don’t like my dad and found my own family?”

“Family is what you make of it! Blood has nothing to do with it” Uncle Jin put his hand on Hoshi’s shoulder “If you feel seen and found with them, stick with them and never let go.”

I never thought about it like that, finding love in friendship. Made me think that’s the feeling I have with Hoshi. The more I thought about it, the more it made wonder if Hoshi felt the same way. Either way, I’m sticking by him and not letting go! We continued to work on our math homework and other work so we won’t be so behind when we go back. As I washed dishes, I looked out the window and noticed the gray cast of rain-heavy clouds. It’s going to be cold, rainy season soon, well duh! It’s nearing the end of October, nearly the end of the school year. It didn’t seem like that long ago since I entered that classroom for the first time. And now I am where I am, with Hoshi. Later that night, as we crawled into bed, I held him tighter than usual. But he didn’t say anything, just held me just a tight as we drifted off to sleep. Dreams of us growing old together, just like my mom and her friends, danced in my head. I know things are going to be different going forward but I’ll make sure things will be pleasant and comfortable...whatever that’ll mean.

-Day of returning back to the dorms-

“Okay, we’re here” Mom said as she parked “Ready to get things arranged?”

Hoshi took a deep breath “I think so, thank you for helping me out.”

“No problem!” Mom said with a smile “Now, come on, it’s about an hour before school lets out and you’ll need all the uninterrupted time to get your things situated.”

And so started the rearranging of my already small dorm. We got mostly everything moved in, minus things like the bed and desk. We settled with sharing until getting a second bed and all my sewing things will go to the balcony to make room. And just in time too, everyone was making their way to the dorms. Mom walked out to talk to sensei and aunty Midnight as we sat in our room. The girls curiously checked if we were back, to our surprise, they were supportive of Hoshi and now understood our dynamic. None of the boys had a problem with him either but that won’t change the rules in place now. The intel students that helped us were happy that we were back. All of them had our backs and became our friends. I’ve never felt such support! Hoshi was so overwhelmed with the warm welcome back and support that they cried.

-Later that night-

“That shower experience wasn’t so bad” Hoshi said as I brushed their hair.

“You waited until everyone left to get out of the shower” I recalled “and freaked out when I was in my towel at the sink!”

“Well, yea” he turned red “I’ve never seen another naked girl’s body, I’m used to boy’s bodies because of my brothers.”

“Wait, how did you manage in the boy’s bathrooms here?!”

“I’d purposefully be the last one to shower” he laughed “first I brush my teeth, then I get in the shower when everyone is getting out.”

“Makes sense I guess” I said as I finished brushing his hair “Alrighty! Time for bed!”

“Does it bother you that I have breasts?” blurted Hoshi as I got up to put away all my hair care.

“Not at all, breasts don’t define the person” I responded “why?”

“It’s just that, I don’t know, it’s something I’ve been meaning to ask” he diverted his gaze and tucked his legs in “I trust you to where I can take my binder off around you but I see you looking at my chest and I know you’re looking because you’re curious” he rests his chin on his knees “It’s without ill intent but my mind goes there.”

I get embarrassed “Well, I’ll tell you the truth” I close the drawer on my vanity “It’s because I wonder how big they are. Without the binder, they look big and it makes me a little self conscience about my little breasts.”

“Oh....you wanna see them?” He said as he griped the bottom of his shirt.

I was morbidly curious to know, so I gripped the bottom of my shirt “I’ll show you mine, if you show my yours.”

“Deal, on the count of three” he stands up “One..”

“Two...”

“THREE!”

We lift our shirts and just stare at each other’s body. His breasts were big! Like, almost D-cups! I know for sure I have passable B cups but I’m basically flat! But with his muscles, he has an ideal body. I feel my face get red.

“Erm, they’re pretty big” I broke the silence, feeling stupid for saying that.

“You have very nice hips” he responded “I knew you had higher hips but your clothes don’t outline them. And you have nothing to be self conscience about, I think your body is very nice.”

That comment made me look away and pull down my shirt “Okay! I’ve had an eyeful, hehehe” I turned really red “time for bed!”

He did the same “RIGHT! Hehehe” He jumped into bed and laid facing the wall “GOODNIGHT!”

I turned off the light and got into bed “Goodnight Hoshi” I said softly as I laid my head on the pillow.

At some point in the night, Hoshi turned around to face me. In our smaller, more cramped room, he still wants to face me as we sleep. Being this close has it’s moments, I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve just walked around in my room without pants, forgetting Hoshi is right there. He’s done the same to make me feel less awkward, but we’re not there yet. Later, we learned that the two students that attacked us got expelled. That gives me an overwhelming anxiety that they’ll become villains and hurt us again, but the school reassures us that they won’t get close enough to do anything. Still doesn’t stop me from worrying. Of course there’s a dance coming up middle of November and I really want to go. Mainly because that’s where my parents took their iconic dance photo that my aunty Midnight took of them.

“I’m so excited for this dance!” I squealed as we go to our lockers to change shoes “Do you think we’re cool enough to get invited to the intel after-party?!”

Hoshi was distracted “Hm? Maybe..” he tied his shoe without looking up.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been distracted since after training today” I asked as I took my shoes out of the locker “Did you push yourself too hard?”

“No, it’s just that” he sighed “my brothers texted me say how they can’t do our yearly thing this time because of my dad and my older brother working two jobs.” He stands up “Like not to be a downer but my dad makes my brother feel captive. And my older brother is trying to figure out how to get him out before things get worse.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry that’s happening” I suddenly felt bad for talking about the dance “but what’s the yearly thing you do with your brothers?”

“It’s this thing we do, since our birthdays are all on the same month, we just celebrate on one day” he started to shake off his downer mood “we share the cake, we plan somewhere to go or do, and the best part is that we came up with it ourselves!” he smiled “It was the one thing we had that our dad couldn’t take away, mainly because he’d be working on the day we pick! Last year we took a day trip to Shibuya and came back JUST before our dad came home.”

“That must’ve been thrilling to beat” I giggled “how old are you turning?”

“17, My oldest brother is turning 22 and the one still at home, 20″ he closed his locker door “we planned on going to the temple because my brother turning 20 and having dim sum. But...you know.”

“Oh right!” it was heartbreaking to see him like this “but does that mean you’ll go to the dance?”

“I’m not sure yet” he responded as we walk to the dorms “since everyone knows my secret, I’m not totally comfortable with formal wear or dancing in big groups like that.”

I was a little upset that he said that but what to do? The dance is my one chance to display my sewing skills on something fancy, but on the other hand, Hoshi is going through it. Short on time to decide, I didn’t bring it up and just let fate decide for me...man I’m bad at these things.

-Night of the Dance-

“Lili? You’re still here?” Hoshi said as he returned from his shower “all the girls left already...wait, you’re not even remotely ready!”

“Yea, that’s because I’m not going to the dance” I said as I closed the sliding door from the balcony.

“Why? Is it because the dress-” he pointed at the mannequin on the balcony “where? LILI DID YOU TOSS IT OFF THE BALCONY BECAUSE YOU HATED IT LAST MINUTE?!”

“FIRST OF ALL! I didn’t toss it off the balcony, I gave it to Hangi-san because she couldn’t afford a dress” I stood my ground “SECOND OF ALL! I made the conscience decision to not go.”

“Does that mean you-”

I sighed “Yes, I hard passed Toei-san’s really elaborate dance-posal” the memory was still fresh in my mind “props to him for doing the absolute most, if I liked him like that, I’d say yes. But poor dude, reduced to tears.”

“Well, that still doesn’t answer my question” Hoshi re-shifted to his question “Why? I thought you wanted to go so badly?”

“I did but what’s the fun of going without my best friend?!” I said with a smile “besides, isn’t it approximately you’re birthday?”

“Don’t stay because of me!”

“TOO LATE!” I yelled with a laughed as I revealed a cake on my vanity “my dad dropped this off earlier, he said it’s from his friend’s bakery.” I gestured to the other things on the vanity “also we got a spread of dim sum, courtesy of my uncle Jin. A tank of lemonade, courtesy of my mom, and some gifts.”

Hoshi was in near tears “No way! You sneaky girl!” he covered his face “I can’t believe you literally got all this done while I was training and showering. I have to be dreaming- OW!”

“Oops forgot you do that after they say ‘pinch me, I’m dreaming’, my bad” I laughed at my blunder “WELL! Go on, make a wish.”

“You have to sing the birthday song dummy” he teases as he walked to the cake.

“In Japanese, English or Spanish...AND DON’T SAY YES! I’m not singing all of them!” I made clear.

He laughed “In english then, I like it when you speak in english.”

So I sang the song and he blew out his candles. He opened his gifts and was surprised by the amount, either way, it touched him that so many people cared enough. We huddled under a warm comforter as we ate and watched The Shrek movies, because he doesn’t understand the memes.

He rest his head on my shoulder “I’m going to say it Lili” he looks up into my eyes “I appreciate you and I don’t say it enough. You are the bravest, generous and nicest person I’ve ever met, next to your mom of course.”

“Haha I was about to say” I snickered and leaned my head on his “You’re more than just my friend Hoshi, I share the deepest bond with you that labels can’t describe! You’re precious to me, you make me a better person and most importantly, you humble me.”

“Is it gay that I want to spend the rest of my life with you?”

“Only if you make it gay” I responded “Fellas, is it gay, to grow old with the homies?”

He bursted into laughter “You got me there!” he threw his arms around me “Thank you, for everything.”

I squeezed him back “Happy birthday Hoshi.”

It was a good thing we didn’t go to the dance, the power went out at the venue, causing hysteria of it being a villain attack. Not a villain attack, just the lights burning out. So everyone had to come back to the dorms early while we were having a good time watching all 5 Shrek movies. Tag yourself, I’m Donkey. Hoshi is the Big Bad Wolf. We memorized the memes to the point that every-time we see a big rock at a training ground, we say ‘that’s a nice boulder’ and instantly lose our shit. Yeah we get in trouble for it, but it’s all worth it....Currently, school is out for winter break but it’s not quite time for Christmas, so we’re cooped up bored.

“What do you wanna do today?” ask Hoshi as we take up room in the commons room.

“I wanna go to downtown but we ain’t got a chaperone” I groaned “I wish I was as innovative as my mom when she was in high school. She was always up with her schemes.”

“Hey uh not to interrupt” spoke up the class rep “but there’s a group of students that want to talk to you and Togata-kun.”

“What do they want?” I asked with suspicion “We’re not popular enough to get summoned like this.”

“They didn’t want to tell me the real reason” he responded “they assured me they’re not here to fight, just to make a deal.”

I look at Hoshi “A deal?”

“We’ll go, perhaps it’s something to do” he stands up “thank you Hashima-kun.”

“Be careful, it’s a mix of different classes and years” the class rep warned “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Just outside the dorms were a group of 8 people. I recall seeing them in passing in the halls at school but I’ve never talked to any of them! Wonder what they want.

Hoshi and I walk up to them “Hi, you wanted to see us?” I spoke.

“Yes! We’ve been hoping to talk to you for a while actually” said an upper class-man “You see, we have a lot in common. Everyone here is on the spectrum and like to dance.”

“On the-OH! The queer spectrum!” I was still not getting why they’re here “but what does dance have to do with it?”

“We want to form a group!” blurted someone in the group “and it seems like you know a lot about queer and dance culture. And we didn’t know there was others like us until the zero tolerance rule of the dorm hate crime.”

“Yeah! It was super brave of you to go face to face with the two culprits” blurted another “By forming a group, we can make a safe space for us to express ourselves and protect.”

I ponder their points “Hmmm, that does sound like a good idea” I turn to Hoshi “what do you think?”

“Why not?! I’d love to start a group like this!” Hoshi beamed “New friends!”

“Well, then that settles it!” I laugh “Now we’re a group.”

“YAY! But what now?” said the upperclassman “To be honest, I didn’t plan that far.”

“OH! Why don’t we show them those drag and ballroom competition videos?!” suggested Hoshi “Didn’t you say that it’s a big part of queer history and culture?”

“What’s drag?” asked the group.

I perk up “Ooooh gurl! I’m about to go IN!”

And so we spent most of winter break learning about drag and other queer culture things. Everyone caught on to the dances, some even did drag when we met up! It made me so happy to be part of a group that’s so encouraging and open minded. Hoshi was especially loving the group and the respect they give him. When classes started for the new school year, we decided to meet up once a week to do ballroom style dancing. But the question of where and when was an issue.

“It’s a free weekend this week” Hoshi said as I was getting my shoes out of my locker “ya think we can do a Ki Ki?”

“I want too! But like where?!” I pouted “stupid school and not allowing clubs! We’d get a room for these things.”

Hoshi jumps with his eyes widened “OMG! I just realized something!”

I jump in response “TELL ME!”

“Okay, so you know my quirk right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Crazy idea, but what if I just yeet myself on the other side of the roof access door to open it?”

“That’s the craziest thing you’ve ever said to me” I said as I put my hands on his shoulders “DO IT!”

We exchanged starry-eyed looks to each other and giggled all the way to the dorms. When the class rep went to bed, we slipped away to the stairwell to get to the roof access door. It surprisingly worked.

“Wow that was easier than I thought” Hoshi said after he opened the door “there’s no form of security up here and the door might as well be deadbolt-ed with a cheeto!”

I laughed at that last part “STOP MAKING ME LAUGH!” I hit him playfully “I’m trying to see if anybody could possibly hear a group of 15 people stompin’ up here.”

“Woah look over here Lili” Hoshi said pointing to the skyline “You can see the whole city from here!”

“Wow, you can!” I said in awe “can’t believe we’ve never tried to come up here.” I look up to the sky “And the night is clear enough to see the stars!”

“It’s been a hot minute since we’ve star gazed” He looked up with me “I bet your mom has snuck up here a couple of times.”

“She has! Mr. Hitoshi and my mom, back in the day, would meet up here and hang out” I blushed at the memory “They’d smoke the devils lettuce and make out apparently.”

“Isn’t that the brainwash-hero? Oof, your mom caught the attention of a lot of boys huh?”

“Yup, but I’m happy my dad was the one that make it out of the friend-zone” I sigh “imagine having that purple-haired, baggy eyed man as my dad?!”

“I don’t know, he’s kind of hot” Hoshi blushed and hid his face “your mom has good taste.”

I gasped dramatically “You never blush like this!” I poke his face “TELL ME! Which of the top 20 heroes you think are hot?”

“Like...heh Shoto is top tier attractive and my other two would be” Hoshi admits “Miriko and Kamui.”

“Oh bitch if you think Shoto is hot...he has a brother that visits the house sometimes with him, and he’s even HOTTER!” I explained “Like, you’ll either wet yourself or shit your pants because he’s so sexy in an edgy way. He was in love with my mom around the time she started dating my dad, and my mom stayed loyal and never gave into that man’s advances.”

“That’s true love right there” Hoshi admired “would you give in? If you were in your mom’s position?”

I thought about it “Hmmm, I would also decline that man. Because my dad is trustworthy and truly loves my mom, and I’d stay loyal to the person that loves me like that.”

“In that case....do you have any crushes currently?” he eased into the question.

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes “Why do you want to know?”

“You’re avoiding the question~” he teased “Come on! I see how you look at Neni-kun at our meet ups.”

“I stan an enby, what can I say?! I love their aesthetic” I stood my ground “but I don’t have a crush on anybody, I just want to make friends and sort of figure myself out.”

“Figure yourself out?”

“Yeah! Like, where I am on the spectrum!” I looked back at the skyline “You seem so confident on what you are and what type of person you like, just like the others in the group. But I’m not sure what’s my type, I can’t say I’m gay or bi, and I’m hyper fem but I like the non-binary and other gender portrayals.” I sigh “So I really want to know what am I in that sense.”

“Oh that makes sense” Hoshi responded “but you’re for sure not straight.”

“Hell no!” I giggled “But back to the task, I think this is going to be a perfect spot! And I just need a mix master...”

“Lili, you don’t mean-”

“I going to confront the lighting twins!” I yelled to the sky “And I’m not going to cry this time.”

-The next day, in the support wing-

“Please! I’m on my hands and knees!” I start sobbing in front of the Kaminari twins “I’ll give you anything!”

Hoshi gets second hand embarrassed “Lili, you promised you wouldn’t!” he harshly whispered.

“Hmm, I don’t know sis, what do you think?” said one of them.

“Dore-chan, what say we give our price~” said the other one.

“What is it?” I asked.

The gave me a mischievous look and said in unison “We want the cyberkid makeover! Custom clothing, hair and makeup!”

I look at the two blondes with confusion “That’s all?”

“Yes! Mifa-chan and I want to look cool for once!” Dore huffed and stamped their feet “Daddy doesn’t let us dress up! And Mommy’s style is sooooo out dated!”

“Really? Because I have a whole wad of cash and gift cards to places around here” I shake my fanny pack “I can pay for any-”

“MAKE OVER MAKE OVER MAKE OVER!” screamed the twins in near deafening levels.

“Okay okay! I’ll do it” I pleaded so they could stop “Just let me get your measurements.”

After I get their measurements and what exactly they wanted, Hoshi and I walked back to class before break was over.

“I didn’t know they had a volume quirk” Hoshi broke the silence.

“That’s Dore’s quirk, Amplification” I explained “Mifa’s quirk is Electro-Current. So it’s super fitting to see them in the support department but they’re super bratty!” I groaned remembering our childhood “They’re older than me but they’ve always been like this! I didn’t grow up with them but they’d want all the clothes and fashions I had, but the thing was that I’d make the clothes with my quirk. I offer to make the item for them but they run to their dad for anything. To be honest, their dad is such a dunce!”

“So what makes them redeeming?”

“Oh they’re super musically talented! They specialize in music mixing and even got a side business in DJ-ing!”

Hoshi opens the door to our classroom “Well I guess they’re the right fit for this.”

“What are you two up to?” confronted the class rep, arms crossed “it’s Friday before the free weekend and there was yelling down in the wing over...care to explain what that was about?”

I scoff “So I got another sewing commission, you worry too much class rep!”

“Are you serio- Iida-san! It’s year two! You have to know my name by now!”

“Psh! Of course I know!” I crossed my arms “I’m just being respectful!”

“Hahaha! We should take our seats now Lili!” Hoshi said as he pushed me to our desks “sorry to cause suspicion!” We sat down and Hoshi whispers “you don’t remember his name do you?”

“It’s starts with an ‘H’ right?” I responded meekly and Hoshi facepalmed himself softly “HEY! Give me some credit for remembering the first letter!”

“Oh Lili, you’re such a mess” he broke into soft laughter “It’s Hashima. But at the rate you’re going, it’s going to take you another 6 years to remember his full name!”

Class started and I was still processing that roast. Sensei announced the start of adjunct training with 3rd year starting at the end of the month. I check the syllabus and that’s 3 weeks away, and this Saturday is the 10th of February...February huh? Just a year ago I was so confused about my place in this hero world but it doesn’t feel like it was that long ago. My mom’s birthday wasn’t celebrated this year for some reason, which I find super weird since my dad goes the distance for celebration. I wonder how my mom is doing actually, I haven’t talked to her since classes started. After school I video call the house.

“Hello?”

“Iwee? Is mom home?”

“Nope, it’s friday night Lili” Iwa said as he crunched on some chips “she’s out on some agent work until late.”

“Oh that’s right, forgot” I sighed “I just wanted to check in on her, since her birthday wasn’t celebrated and I haven’t really talked to her.”

“Don’t feel bad” Iwa sat on the couch and sighed “she broke down pretty bad to the point that uncle Jin and aunty Mimi had to step in. She’s better now but that little stunt scared me and the other two.” He put the bag of chips down on the coffee table “Nobody is home right now, so I can tell you the tea.”

“Yes, please tell me.” I said with concern.

“Okay, so I guess mom got word from home that things got worse. And it’s not about family but about her hometown? That set her off and she send off like waves of energy that sent a bunch of things flying. Lucky for me, I was sitting at the top of the stairwell and nothing hit me but dad wasn’t so lucky. He got slammed against the wall like he was a limp noodle! That’s when uncle and aunty warped in to calm her, dad wasn’t seriously injured but he wasn’t tending to mom like he usually would. I kept the other two from going downstairs and mom was taken somewhere with uncle and aunty. Dad couldn’t explain what happened and mom doesn’t want to talk about it.”

I was in shock “Did they say anything was going to change or happen?”

“Nope, it’s almost like they’re sweeping everything under the rug” Iwa made his worried face “it’s just so weird! Dad is always so open and honest about things if mom doesn’t want to talk about something. He’s pretending like it wasn’t a huge deal and it’s not settling well with me!”

“I get you, that’s so weird” I’m even more worried than before “well, if that’s all you know about it, what else is new?”

“Middle school is pretty okay, it’s jazz season and I’m getting my ass on the keys. Tensei got in trouble for wearing his anarchy shirt on free dress day, Hanaka beat one of the Todoroki’s ass in a flame-off.”

“Oh shit which one?”

“Kaisu”

“THAT EDGY PIECE OF SHIT?! You know what,” I gave an approving look “that boy deserves to get his ass beat, bet his daddy and grandpa were ashamed.”

“Yeah, because Hanaka didn’t even use her fire to win” he started laughing “she straight up threw hands and tackled him! Dad was panicking and mom was like ‘you’re doing great sweetie!’. His dad broke up the fight and Kaisu looked fucked up that little girl beat him without fire.”

“That’s what he gets for teasing us all those years!” I huffed “He’s fortunate to have the hot Todoroki as his dad, otherwise he has nothing else going for him.”

“Seriously! But now Hanaka has gained the favor of the Todorokis because of this” he slumped “Now we gotta go to all their estate events.”

“Eww disgustang! They’re grooming her to marry into their family?!” I gagged “Hanaka should beat old man Endeavor and inherit everything without marrying into that mess!”

“Mom said the same thing on the way home!” Iwa recalled “but it seems like Hanaka won’t be giving in to the Todorokis, she knows her worth.”

“Good! I’m glad things are going alright with out me” I smile “I miss you guys.”

“Oh stop! I’m going to cry!” whined Iwa, trying to hold it together “I miss you too! Hopefully we can spend another weekend together soon, the house is too quiet.”

“I’ll try to see if I can come by on Sunday possibly” I responded “tell everyone I said hi!”

“I will! Work hard and be safe!” he started to wave me off “tell Hoshi I said hi!”

“I’ll tell him, bye bye Iwee!”

“Adios Lili!”

I clicked end call and closed my laptop, I see why mom always worried after something happens when she’s not there. Trying to refocus on things, I send out the text to our group on our Ki Ki on the dorm roof. Better get started on those outfits.

-Chapter 10, End-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #book 2 chapter 10 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #henlo! I am back with this very foreshadowing chapter!#and yes..I introduced more children in this one lmao.. Kaminari and Todoroki kids #also parallel with the Shrek movie watching from book 1 but how it should've went #yall like the memes I throw in here? I've been waiting to use that 'cheeto deadbolt' joke for a while now #Hoshi character sheet coming soon! promise I'm not skimping out on it #now we're back to the normal posting schedule for 1-2 posts a week! please send me asks about anything :3

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merakilyy · 5 years ago

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Lan Qiren Meta + Bonus Parenting Headcanons

Hi @chezaru! Tumblr is being weird and apparently I type too much for them to let me respond to the ask directly. The robot overlords are confusing idk. But anyway. Some disorganized thoughts on Lan Qiren!

(This is also an expansion of some of the thoughts I stated here.)

A lot of my thoughts on Lan Qiren come from this article breaking down what it means be be righteous (雅正) in accordance to the Lan Sect’s motto. The article is in Chinese so I’ll just sum up some of the major ideas first:

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~It fundamentally refutes the idea of Lan Wangji as the “black sheep” in the Lan Sect

~It assumes Cloud Recesses has a highly collective intrasect environment. Children are raised not just by the parents, but by the entire Sect.

~Lan Sect rules are not about what is literally written, but the spirit of the rules. This also makes sense given that when you have 4000+ rules, some rules are bound to contradict one another. And, many rules are quite vague. Eg. “sneering for no reason is prohibited.” Where is the line that justifies sneering? There is none because the idea is not “don’t sneer for no reason,” the idea is “don’t be unnecessarily rude.” In many of the rules, there is room for interpretation and it is this interpretation that is valued over the literal inscription of the rules.

~So the function of 雅正 (to be righteous) is internal, not performative.

~It is this internal clarity that makes Gusu Lan “innocent” (the word used is 纯真; 纯/chun = pure, clarity, genuine, practised and 真/zhen = true, real, genuine, clear)

~There is also a long history of Lans being deviant and rebellious. In CQL, there is Lan Yi who invents guqin battle techniques. They are also the only Clan to have been led by a female cultivator. Even Qingheng-jun who is....consent issues galore. He clearly went against orthodoxy by marrying a murderer, but still remains in Cloud Recesses. His punishment is self-imposed, not enforced by the Sect. So there are a lot of rules, but they aren’t pedantic. There is leeway, as seen in Lan Yi, but only within reason, as demonstrated by Qingheng-jun.

~Like his ancestors, Wangji also deviated from the straightforward path but his sect accepted his unrepentant love for Wei Wuxian in the end.

~In the end, Wangji gets what he wants: to live with Wei Wuxian in Cloud Recess. But he only gets this because the elders and Lan Qiren allow him to.

~To allow Wei Wuxian to exist in Cloud Recesses, the Lan Sect has to be more inclusive than we typically see them as.

~Despite everything, Lan Wangji still wants to return to Cloud Recesses because it is home to him.

~This is also my favourite explanation of Jingyi’s Jingyi-ness. Rather than Wangji (and possibly Xichen) singlehandedly creating a space for Jingyi, that space already existed. I don’t think Jingyi is as much of a black sheep as people portray him as because you don’t grow into a Jingyi if everyone is constantly yelling at you to follow rules. CQL Jingyi is plenty sassy, even in front of Lan Qiren, and Jingyi isn’t stupid! He was born and raised in Cloud Recesses, he knows when he is pushing several of the rules and he knows that he has the leeway to do so, and that Lan Qiren will not stop him (within reason).

~”Be righteous” is how the Lan motto is translated in English, but it’s....not exactly what it is in Chinese.

~In Chinese, it’s 雅正. 雅/ya = elegance, graceful and 正/zheng = positive, correct, straight, just.

~TLDR: Rebelliousness is a function of Gusu Lan, not an anomaly.

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Onto some fun headcanons!

~Secretly, of course. Lan Qiren would qi deviate before saying nice about Wei Wuxian to his face.

~I totally wrote a fic on Lan Qiren publicly defending Wei Wuxian heheh

~Lan Qiren definitely thinks Wei Wuxian is a terrible cook, especially after hearing about how Wei Wuxian burned a hole in a pot.

~But Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian and even if he can’t be trusted with spices (or anything remotely resembling seasoning), he can make plain congee just fine.

~Lan Qiren knows how to be a good parent in theory. He’s just terrible at putting it to practice.

~Jingyi’s parents, when he was still a terrible toddler wreaking havoc everywhere, went to Lan Qiren for desperate advice like “why is our child such a terrible Lan???”

~But he doesn’t know how to talk to Xichen or Wangji as family. He loves them both dearly -- obviously he raised them, but they’re also good nephews!! Questionable taste in men aside, they are excellent nephews! He just doesn’t know how to talk to them outside of official sect business.

~Especially with Wangji, He kind of did declare Wangji’s husband a heretic, a traitor, was unnecessarily cruel to Wei Wuxian, stopped Wangji from helping Wei Wuxian. And there’s that whole discipline whip thing.

~They never talk about this. There are a lot of things they don’t talk about.

~Even before, Lan Qiren isn’t a bad parent. He just has no idea how to put his ideas of parenting into practice. He knows what a good parent looks like, he just doesn’t know how to be one.

~So he hides behind the rules because the rules can’t go that wrong, right? Right???

~In his ongoing attempt to be a better uncle, he ends up getting advice from Wei Wuxian about emotions.

~It’s not like he can go to anyone else. And, well. That congee was really good.

~Turns out Wei Wuxian can brew the perfect pot of tea, too.

~Offensive. That Wei Wuxian is so competent and the least emotionally repressed person in all of Cloud Recesses.

~Eventually, Lan Qiren begins to understand why Wangji is so attached to Wei Wuxian, even if he still can’t stand to be in the same room as Wei Wuxian for longer than 15 minutes.

~No matter how much he might no longer hate Wei Wuxian, he prefers their interactions in small doses and spaced out.

~But he does learn to bond with Wei Wuxian over cultivation theory. Annoyingly, Wei Wuxian is just too useful to continue to despise.

#mdzsnet #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #lan qiren #tbh I'm already writing this #I have a lot of feelings okay #and I love character studies #lqr is a terrifying Asian parent #but I also think he deserves better #he's still kind of a terrible uncle but he's doing his best!!#It's not entirely his fault that no one in his family knows how to be human #Except Xichen

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howardpotts · 6 years ago

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What is your favorite Chris Evan's gif.

Ohmygod. One (1) gif???? Impossible. I can’t just pick one and leave the others. That’s not right.

And so, I do what @cametobuyplums did and sum up a few of my favorites.

Gentleman On The Streets, Freak In The Sheets

Chris Evans playing Good Ol’ Steve Rogers is the best thing that has ever happened to mankind. He looks fit, incredibly handsome, noble and all the good stuff your parents are looking for in a good son-in-law. But doesn’t he look like he will rip your clothes of the second the bedroom door shuts? God, that’s utter sex right there.

I’m Going To Do You Dirty

Okay so Chris Evans in Gifted is my personal favorite look. The little beard, the hair all ruffed up. Him looking so dirty and all worked up in this particular gif is the best there is. I can only imagine walking in, he looks at you with mischief in your eyes and takes you right there and then, on the workplace table.

Oh I’m So Innocent (And Extremely Hot But I Act Like I Don’t Know)

This has me crying in a good way. He acts like the goof he is, makes us smile and feel good. His ‘hehehe’ to light up your heart. He wears this irresistible jacket, beard and hair fuzzy you just want to get your hands on it. And he knows that he looks like that but he doesn’t care that you’re all worked up. Because he’s sassy like that. And I hate him for it.

Yes, Just Like That Baby

Do I need to say more? This face looks like he’s enjoying the view from up there while you’re working it, making him feel so good after a hard day of work. He missed you and- fuck yes, that’s how he likes it

The Era Where I Don’t Give A Fuck

Okay so I have a million GIF’s to choose from, but I stick with this one. We have the luxury of Chris Evans having a - as I’d like to call it - nakedphase. It’s a phase where he knows that his body if carved by angels and he decides that it’s way too selfish to keep that for his own. I’m not saying he was right buuuut….

How About You Put Your Pretty Little Mouth To Use

Chris Evans in a suit, being all serious has me weak. Especially this occassion. Take every GIF of this meeting and it will be one of my favourites. Feels like he’s gonna walk out of that room, give you a smirk, take you to the bathroom and put you on your knees. Where you belong.

#chris evans #anonymous #the marvel writer has answered

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rovvboat · 7 years ago

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Abort Mission - Cable/Nathan Summers x Reader P.2

Part 2

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of killing, confessions

A/N: PART 2 is finally done!!! (POSTING AGAIN COS TUMBLR LMAO) w some reconciliation ;))) Leave a request if you’d like for me to do anything on the two metal husbands hehehe! Keep an eye out for more Colossus based fics too cos I am IN the mood for them, angst or not! kekekek ENJOY!!

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Summary: Your team had been tipped off about a possible resurrection of an unnamed villain by Black Talon and his followers, which prompted a recon mission led by Cable. Your team heads to the location to put a stop to Talon’s plans, but the tension between you and Cable was driving you nuts - prompting you to put your foot down and do what was best for the team.

The X-Jet came to a slow stop above the large rain forest; engine whirring loudly as the pilot motioned for the team to make their descent via the thick wire ladder. One by one the team – comprised of you, Wade, Colossus, Ellie, Yukio and Cable – lowered themselves down the ladder. The team separated into smaller groups to cover the two bases effectively, with Cable keeping an eye on the surrounding situations.

You were armed in your protective gear – military-grade green and brown camouflage pants with a dark green long-sleeved shirt - with reinforced fibers built to absorb shock and kinetic energy from long range bullets. You also had on a heavily-padded bullet-proof vest over the shirt.

The whole ensemble was heavier than any normal protective gear you would usually wear – the shirt specifically engineered for you by Cable with his knowledge of future tech.

The first stop for you and Wade was an abandoned military base taken over by followers of Black Talon. X-Force got tipped off by a trusted source that Black Talon was planning on bringing back dead but formerly powerful mutants as zombies; this coincided with the recent increase in reports of grave-robbers. Summed up, all this was no good.

The leaves gave way under you made your way through the trees. A stray ray of light filtered through the high trees, onto one of the corners of the military base – illuminating it in the process.

This would possibly be the worst place put a covert base. No wonder it was abandoned. You thought to yourself with a smile.

The base was of decent stature – two stories high, surrounded by vines and shrubbery in its corners. It was made of a kind of dark grey, matte-looking metal formed into a honey comb-structure. It was nothing like you have ever seen before.

The metal had all but rusted over all the areas that hadn’t been galvanized – namely the holes which housed screws and bolts, as well as the space between the honeycomb pattern – but it looked sturdy. Sturdy enough to hold a ritual probably. Wade suddenly motions for you to switch off your comms device, and you suspiciously oblige.

‘’So, tell me Fingers, what’s up with you and Foxy Grandpa these days?’’ Wade asked, as he walked beside you, absentmindedly plucking at leaves and branches. ‘’I don’t see the playful teasing anymore. Did he have some ‘performance issues’ during your fun little camping trip?’’

‘’I… He didn’t want to pursue anything further.’’ You answered, a little crestfallen.

‘’Woah! You really hit that? Good on you! But forget about him, I’m sure he’s just confused. Older – Sorry – Old men are like that. You’re a catch if I do say so myself.’’ He winked with a head tilt, before activating his earpiece and motioning for you to do the same.

You didn’t know how, but what he said was strangely reassuring. It was rare to see Wade be so… supportive and encouraging. You grinned at him, before getting back to the task at hand.

You looked back towards the building. From your distance you couldn’t tell if it housed any living soul. But you knew better than to assume that there wasn’t. You took your enhanced heat vision goggles and got to work.

‘’One… two… three… four…’’ You breathe in, as you positioned your goggles back on top of your head.

‘’Nine. I see nine heat signatures. What’s the move, Captain?’’ You reported with a quip, as you looked back to Deadpool. ‘’Do you seriously think using a pair of binoculars would work in this situation?’’ You added.

‘’NINE? Is that all you need for a secret sacrifice /slash/ ritual nowadays? And here I was, thinking there would be an equal numbered of virgins,’’ Wade continued as he tossed his binoculars onto the ground, ‘’But then again, maybe we’re providing the virgins. We do have Colossus and Negasonic – ‘’ Wade got cut off by the voice in your comms earpiece.

‘’Hey fuckface, could you shut the fuck up? We have patrol officers coming towards your location. Stay alert. Only attack if spotted. Maintain cover in the forest. Colossus and NTW, I need you to be ready in the case of a shoot-out. Fuckface and Y/N, go in to investigate. Report in if you see any signs of Black Talon. Remember, try not to provoke them. We only need to destroy that main tower to stop Talon. Anything else is icing on the cake.’’

‘’Roger that.’’ Colossus responded.

‘’I guess someone’s got the case of angry grandpa.’’ Wade remarked, elbowing you. ‘’Alrighty, get on with the creepy mist, magic fingers. It’s go time.’’ He prompted as he waved his hands in a shoo-ing motion. You giggle lightly as you got to work with your powers.

You gently put your hands on the ground, your mind focused on all the water molecules you can feel in the soil surrounding the base. With one quick motion, you pressed your palm down onto the ground – increasing the heat in the ground and causing the moisture to evaporate. The resulting vapour engulfed the area, rendering poor visibility to anyone not expecting an ambush (AKA the dumbasses inside the base).

You and Wade slowly made your way towards the base. You made sure to tread lightly across the leaf litter and reached the corner of the base, crouching down in response to clinking sounds coming from the heavy metal door.

The door swung open haltingly, as if the building itself was an old man trying to maneuver his joints in order to function. Two figures emerged from inside. They had N95 masks on and were carrying submachine guns pointed forwards. They tentatively plod through some thick shrubbery that laid adjacent to the doorway. The person on the left straightened their back and turned to the other to convey that is was probably nothing – as Deadpool launched himself at the unaware vigil, pulling off the N95 mask as he landed a slice to his throat.

The vigil drops to the ground with a thud. The other vigil turned to aim his gun at Deadpool, but just as he raised his finger to the trigger, you snuck behind him and knocked him out cold.

‘’And that’s why we call you magic fingers.’’

‘’That’s only 2 guys, where’s the other 7?’’ You inquired.

As if on cue, you felt something whizz past you, mere inches from your face and impale onto a nearby tree. You quickly see that it was an arrow – shot clean through the bark – and took cover behind the nearest tree trunk.

You twisted your body back towards the base, still hidden from any other attacks, and peeked over the trunk to see where it came from.

Your eyes scaled up to the roof of the base, and through the mist you saw three black figures; their bows held up and taking aim. You look down at the entrance and you notice the mist had started to slowly dissipate, revealing a confident Deadpool standing out in the open; square in their sights.

‘’Well fingers, our cover’s blown.’’ He mentioned, looking back in your direction and then back up to the roof. ‘’I guess It’s time for some real good fun.’’

‘’Wade, there’s –‘’ an agitated Cable voiced through the earpiece before being cut off by Deadpool.

‘’No time, Oldilocks. I’m going for the assholes on the roof.’’

He pulled out both his guns from his holsters and took aim at the figures. He pulled the trigger several times, one bullet straight through the head of one of the roof archers and one through the neck of the other. The third archer had wisely taken cover.

Meanwhile, you were using your goggles to figure out where the last of the vigils would be. Scanning the vicinity, you whispered

‘’Where the fuck are yo– ‘’

And before you could finish, two arms wrapped themselves around your neck and torso. Tight enough crush you. You struggled, unable to call out to Deadpool for backup.

‘’What’s a pretty little thing like you doing with an abomination like that?’’ a gruff voice said to you.

‘’Fuck you.’’ You grunt.

You dug your fingers into the thick armour of the assailant, changing the composition of the fibers using chemicals present in the air. In a split second, the clothing withered away, leaving his skin exposed. You hastily clawed into him, and begun oxidizing the skin it in the process

In other words, you were setting him on fire.

He started screaming.

He promptly released you from his grasp as he stumbled backwards, fervently trying to put out the combustion on his left arm. You swung your body back, trying to catch some momentum, before planting a roundhouse kick to his face.

As you caught your breath, you hear a gunshot coming from the base. You turn around to see Deadpool on the roof, presumably looking for the third archer – who is also now probably dead.

‘’That should be the last of them.’’ You spoke into the comms device.

You suddenly hear some rustling behind you.

Followed by a click.

‘’Y/N! TAKE COVER.’’

As you turned to the source of the voice, you felt two arms wrapping around your shoulders, followed by a massive weight moving you away from the oncoming projectile; which had shattered into pieces, inches before your body

Unbeknownst to you, Cable had shot at the rocket before throwing himself at you with his back to the shards of exploding metal.

There was smoke all around you. Cable was still on top of you, and you were bearing the full weight of his body. You used your powers to shift the heavy smoke away from you and towards where the rocket was shot and heard heavy coughs from behind the thicket of the forest.

‘’Kid, don’t move. They’re still there. Cable hissed with a laboured breath. ‘’Wade, I need cover from the roof.’’ He whispered into the comms device.

‘’RETURN TO THE MAIN BASE!’’ A shrill voice ordered, coming from the thicket; followed by a swift retreat marked by the loud, intense rustling of the leaves surrounding the dense growth.

Gunshots reverberated through the trees, and the bullets wisped past the smoke cloud in the direction of the assailants, but they had already vanished.

‘’What the fuck-knuckles was that? Holy shit, was that a fucking mini-missile?’’ Deadpool exclaimed as he emerged from the base. He walked towards where you and Cable had landed.

‘’Holy shit, that looks… so cool! And so painful!’’ Wade commented as Cable staggered up off of you.

‘’I’m fine, Wade, Thanks for asking.’’ You coughed. As you pushed yourself up off the ground, you heard a cackle of static coming from Cable’s body. His face twisted in discomfort as he put a hand to his left metallic shoulder. Heavily he breathed out and straightened himself up, turning around towards the direction where the enemies had run off to.

Which gave you a clear view of his back, and you saw why he had winced in pain.

One of the missile shards – presumably from the explosion – had lodged itself into Cable’s Techno-Organic back. The grey TO metal seemed to throb from the pierced missile fragment.

‘’Woah there, Cable. I’m going to have to take a look at that.’’ You say, concerned at how far into his back the fragment had lodged itself.

Cable turned to you, frowning and just as he was beginning to answer, you heard Colossus’ voice coming in from the earpiece.

‘’We have found the main base, but it seems we have company. Black Talon might have been expecting us. Follow the coordinates of our trackers, and be here quickly.’’

‘’Looks like the party’s just started. Hey, retired winter soldier, what’cha gonna do about that big, fat achey-breaky back?’’ Deadpool quipped.

With a groan, Cable pulled out the missile fragment and dumped it away from him. You watch him, alarmed, and yet… somehow turned on.

‘’Done. Let’s get a move on.’’ Cable said, slinging his gun to the unwounded side of his back, then booking it towards the main base; with you and Deadpool at his heel.

‘’Cable, that doesn’t look so good. Let me take a look at it, I’ll be quick.’’ You said as you caught up to his stride.

‘’Listen darlin’, I don’t think your healing fingers are up for it. It’s a futuristic virus, not regular human flesh or metal.’’ He said dismissively.

You looked away at that. You won’t lie, that did sting a little.

Maybe a lot, coming from Cable.

‘’Besides, I think we have more important things to worry about.’’ He grumbled.

You look up ahead to see the main base – towering over the trees. Made of the same black metal the first base had been comprised of. All three of you could hear the unmistakable sounds of grunts and bullets against chrome plating, and rushed towards it.

Colossus and NTW were head-to-head with 10 assailants, all adorned in matching uniforms.

How cute.

You were particularly agitated at this moment. Not only because of what Cable had implied, but also because you weren’t given an opportunity to use your powers to their fullest, with it being more of a covert mission – but clearly it had now developed into something else.

Time to show them that I’m not just some medic that needs protecting.

You ran to the nearest tree, hurriedly putting your palms across the trunk. You focused your powers to one point, disintegrating the thick fibers of the tree and fashioning it into a concave shield; shaped like a half-open umbrella.

It was big enough to cover your entire body, and was extremely thick. You grabbed your reinforced shirt, a stripped some of the special fibers from it to enhance the shield – ultimately making it almost bullet proof.

Cable and Deadpool had already made their way to the action before you had, but you were right on their tail. You enhanced the metabolic activity in your body, allowing for you to reach top speed in mere seconds.

‘’Y/N! Don’t do anything stupid!’’ Cable called out.

You went in headfirst into the group of enemies – making a sort of curve around their group before colliding into them from their sides at full speed – whilst Cable and Deadpool shot at them with their guns.

The collision was disorienting enough for you to make your main assault. Peeking over your shield, you quickly wrapped your hand around one of their machine guns, and catalyzed the explosive reaction of the gunpowder inside.

‘’Hasta la vista, fuckers.’’ You said triumphantly as quickly you ducked behind the makeshift shield.

The gun exploded around the enemies, and in the midst of the chaos and panic, your team managed to subdue the rest of the group.

‘’There are two more assholes up in the tower. If I’m right, they’re the ones who need to signal Black Talon if the coast is clear – and since it’s clearly not, I think BT is gonna be a no-show’’ NTW explained.

There was a moment of silence, as the team contemplated their next move. And in that moment, you heard the static of Cable’s wound as he grimaced.

‘’For fuck’s sake,’’ you walked over to Cable, ‘’sit down. I’m going to heal you.’’ You instructed.

‘’Y/N, listen to me. This is way beyond what you can help wi– ‘’

‘’I’m not hearing any of that crap. I didn’t train with the X-Men to be incompetent. I’ve handled mutants before, and you’re not special. So, I suggest that you sit down, and let me Do. My. Fucking. Job.’’

The following silence was deafening, as the rest of your team stared at you in disbelief.

You maintained intense eye contact with Cable until he yielded – looking away with a disgruntled ‘’Fine.’’

You circled around him as he sat on a fallen tree stump and got to work. Centralising all your powers onto the throbbing mess of metal and static. Some of it had shocked you, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. As you fixated on the metal, you felt a sudden sense of life to it. The wound was throbbing as if it was inflamed – like how a human wound would – but it felt entirely foreign, and very powerful.

You backed away from feeling its life, and focused your energy on enhancing the recovery of the living metal, just enough to buy some time and get back to the mansion before actually operating on it. The recovery process was admittedly taking longer than it usually does on humans, but you relented. The virus wasn’t resisting any of this, but something – or someone else – sure was.

Suddenly, two bodies dropped from the tower – presumably the minions of Black Talon.

‘’That’s the last of them!’’ Deadpool announced. ‘’So, when are we breaking this thing apart?’’

‘’NOT ANYTIME SOON.’’ A deep voice emerged from the forest. All of a sudden, a thunderous noise enveloped the vicinity growing louder and louder, as you watch a horde of zombies charging towards you.

Adrenaline coursed through you, as you hastened the recovery and expertly closed up the wound. ‘’All done.’’ You said to Cable. He rotated his arm 360 degrees and seemed pleased with its mobility. He gave you a nod, before taking his fighting stance towards the horde. You charged at the zombies, as the rest of your team also got to pounding them into the ground.

‘’Wade and Colossus, destroy that tower! This fight is pointless. Once we destroy the tower, we can retreat!’’ Cable yelled into the comms. Colossus grunted an affirmative before getting to work on the tower.

The more you fought the group of zombies, the more they reappeared. Like they were multiplying. This wasn’t going to be sustainable, and you knew you would soon be outnumbered.

‘’I am calling the X-Jet for an emergency extraction. The tower is coming down!’’ Colossus informed through the comms.

‘’TIMBER!’’ Deadpool yelled, hanging off the side of the tower, hopping off just as it went down.

The tower came crashing down onto an area infested with the zombies, which was followed by the loud roar of the incoming X-Jet.

‘’Evacuate now!’’ Colossus rumbled into the earpiece. Everyone rushed up the ladder dispatched by the jet. Everything was happening at once, and you were caught off-guard. Black Talon lunged out of nowhere, and managed to almost knocked the living daylights out of you. You’re stunned as you brought your hands up to your head to reverse the internal damage. Cable fired his repelling rifle at Talon, giving him enough time to pull you into safety. You stumbled back and felt unconsciousness sneaking up on you, but not before you felt one strong arm holding you up.

‘’I’ve got your back too, darlin’’’ He whispered to you, as he hoisted you and himself up onto the ladder – holding you tight to his body. The jet promptly accelerated away from the forest, whilst pulling you and Cable up onto the jet, back to safety.

You recovered quickly in the jet, with the help of your team. Cable had helped stabilize your vitals, enough for you to be able to recover yourself from your head trauma. You gave him a solemn thank you, but didn’t make conversation with anyone throughout the journey back home.

Back at the mansion, Colossus debriefed everyone on the day’s mission and dismissed the team for the night.

As you entered your room, you hear Cable sound out from behind you.

‘’Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?’’

‘’Why? So that you can belittle my powers again?’’

‘’That was not what I intended, Doll.’’ He said, walking into your room and shutting the door behind him.

‘’Then what was the intention Mr. Angry pants?’’

You give yourself a mental facepalm. God you were terrible at sassy nicknames; but only when it came to Cable.

‘’I just didn’t want you to get hurt. This virus is an infection. Who fucking knows what would happen if you got your cells or blood mixed with it? The last thing I want is for someone close to me to get hurt because of me. Why do you think I made you that reinforced shirt? And no, it’s not because I think you’re weak. You’re pretty damn strong and you have the wits to back you up. But the assholes out there, I’ve seen what they do to people. And the last thing I want was for you to end up in that position. So, no, that was not my intention at all. I only ever wanted to keep you safe.’’ He looked away sheepishly.

You contemplated all this, before giving a resigned sighed. You didn’t want to stay angry at the man, especially not when he was pouring his heart out to you.

‘’It’s okay. Thank you for… having my back.’’ You said sincerely, stretching out a hand for him to shake – a proposition for friendship, since that was what he wanted. He looks at you, and takes a few steps toward you.

‘’What are yo–‘’ and before you could finish, you find your lips locked with Cable. He places his hands on your waist as you moved your hands to hold his face between them – melting into the kiss.

Cable slowly breaks the kiss, and moves into a hug. ‘’I’m sorry if all this is… confusing. I know I said I didn’t want to move forward. But I don’t want to lose you. And I want to keep you close to me. How does that sound?’’ He asked, looking intensely into your eyes.

‘’I’d… like that, Nate. I’d like that very much.’’

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