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mysteryshoptls · 7 months

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SSR Trey Clover - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Trey: It's pretty fascinating how all these anecdotes that I grew up with are displayed on all these paintings.

Trey: Just as I'd expect from an art museum that's reaching it's 100th year.

Trey: Oh hey, this painting… It has some card soldiers on it. Heh, I feel like I can understand these guys a little bit.

???: Oh, right, all you Heartslabyul guys do the same kind of thing, don't you?

Leona: What's even the point of painting the roses a different color? As someone who cares not an ounce about flowers, I don't get it at all.

Trey: Hey now, Leona, don't say that. It's not done for any specific reason, it's just one of the laws of our dorm.

Trey: Also, I don't really think the card soldiers changed the colors of the roses just for a change of scenery, though.

Trey: They say that the Queen they served loved red roses. They were probably just trying to please her, right?

Trey: But still… painting the roses, huh. I remember there was a bit of trouble with that when I first enrolled here.

Leona: Oho? What kind of trouble could the super pacifist Trey Clover possibly cause?

Trey: It wasn't any big deal. When we were first years, Cater and I were responsible for painting the roses, you see…

Trey: And we mistakenly painted some roses white when they were supposed to be red. That's really it.

Trey: Well, to be fair, the mistake wasn't really our fault, but the fault of our upperclassmen who told us the wrong thing.

Trey: But when the mistake was discovered and the Housewarden at the time asked who caused it… Those upperclassmen placed the blame squarely on our shoulders.

Trey: As punishment, Cater and I were made to leave the dorm for a whole day. That really grinded my gears.

Leona: You say that, but you got some stupid grin on your face. You don't look too angry about it.

Trey: Well, yeah… That'd be because Cater and I put together a plan to get them back.

Leona: So you two schemed something up, huh. You might look gentle and mild-mannered, but I guess there's a reason the Dark Mirror called you.

Trey: We didn't do anything that crazy. I just changed the flavor of those upperclassmen's cake to something a little more invigorating at the next dorm party.

Trey: See, it wasn't anything more than just a silly kid's prank, right? …Well, I had a bit of a hard time after that, though.

Trey: A HARD TIME CONCEALING MY LAUGHTER AS THOSE UPPERCLASSMEN CRIED ABOUT HOW SPICY IT WAS, THAT IS.

Leona: Hahah, how terrifying.

Leona: Well, Cater is one thing… But I see that even someone like you, who's stuck always pacifying that hot-headed Riddle, had an incident like that.

Trey: I mean, isn't that how all the new first years here are like? They're all mischief-makers and rambunctious.

Trey: Even our current first years are way too excitable and are always causing problems, so I sure wasn't an exception.

Trey: Eventually, they'll get used to this school and their dorm, get underclassmen of their own, and even find rivals in other dormitories…

Trey: And step by step, they'll mature into good card soldiers. At least, our Heartslabyul students will.

Trey: Just like we all did.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Trey: This painting is, let's see… a depiction of "the fairies gifting magic in celebration of the birth of a princess in a certain country."

Trey: The princess herself isn't drawn, but I'm sure she's in the bed that these ladies are peering into.

Trey: But is this actually the scene where they are gifting their presents…? It just looks to me like they're chattering away aimlessly…

Leona: Maybe it's just as you say? They look to me like a bunch of carefree types.

Trey: I'd refute that, but… Well, it's hard to know what actually is true in the stories passed down, I guess.

Trey: Speaking of birthday celebrations and fairies…

Trey: Have you ever heard of the saying that "fairies are born from the laughter of children," Leona?

Leona: Sounds like a tall tale for kids. Never heard of that in my country.

Trey: It's actually a pretty popular myth in the Queendom of Roses.

Trey: Back home, whenever a child is born, that family would bake cakes and gift them to everyone they knew.

Trey: The cupcakes made then are called "fairy cakes," as a nod to that tale.

Leona: Fairy cakes, huh. I can taste the sickly-sweet flavor on my tongue just from the name alone.

Trey: Hahaha… Shoulda known you of all people wouldn't say there was a bit of romanticism in that.

Trey: But that takes me back. I remember when my sister was born, I helped my parents bake a cake, too.

Trey: I was only 4 years old, and didn't really know how to make anything yet, but I did what I could to help.

Trey: We set out the finished cake on a table in our yard, and ate it with family and our neighbors…

Trey: That cake we ate then under the blue sky tasted even better than any other cake I'd ever had.

Trey: And on top of that, all the adults were praising me, saying how "amazing" and "well done" my cake was…

Leona: Can't think there'd be any adult who'd tell a 4-year-old that the cake they made was terrible, though.

Trey: Yeah, absolutely. In fact, when I went back and looked at the pictures of the cake I made back then, it was actually pretty terrible.

Trey: But I took those compliments to heart.

Trey: Because yeah, after that day, I would join them in the kitchen to help bake cakes.

Trey: But truthfully, I would make a mess of the flour just trying to make one layer of the sponge for the cakes, or snag a taste of a few of the cut fruits here and there...

Trey: I'm sure I was a huge bother for my parents, who were trying to work.

Leona: How adorable. You got all excited just from a little flattery. Sounds completely different than the way you are now.

Trey: Please, kids are all like that. Especially me, I was the type that would even climb trees just from the slightest dare.

Trey: I'm really not any different now, either. I'm completely different from you, Leona. I'm just a plain and simple guy.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Leona: Seems like this is a painting of when the Sorcerer of the Sands got a hold of the magic lamp.

Trey: So, this is the legendary magic lamp, hm. It's a lot smaller than I was expecting… It looks like a teapot made for only one person.

Leona: You know… That kind of response really only shows how shallow your thoughts are. Is that all that comes to mind when you look at a painting showing a scene from that very famous tale?

Leona: This was the lamp that he went through so much and finally got his hands on. Even someone like him, who embodied the spirit of deliberation, might be drowning in absolute elation in this very moment―

Leona: …Or whatever. Anyway, you should read more from this painting than just the size of the lamp, is all.

Trey: Ahaha… I'm just no good at interpreting the actual story behind the art, just from looking at the painting.

Trey: But, based on what you just said, it makes it sound like even someone as great as him, who's left his mark on history, has a human side, huh.

Leona: Even the greats were just people… Although from I remember, he wasn't a human in the end, but a genie.

Trey: That's right, he became a genie in order to overcome the limitation and weakness of a human body. He certainly dreamed big.

Trey: Overcoming weaknesses, huh… If only I could have done that, just as the Sorcerer of the Sands did.

Leona: Huh? Why're you just gazing off into the distance all a sudden?

Trey: Oh, I was just thinking back to how I've recently been running myself ragged trying to overcome this one food I dislike.

Leona: If you don't like it, then just don't eat it. Is it really anything to really overcome?

Trey: Of course it is. Like see, you know how all of the sandwiches and meat dishes in the cafeteria come already covered in that one condiment?

Trey: …I'm talking about mustard. It's tedious for both me and the chef when I have to ask each time for them to remove it, you know?

Trey: Sure, there's a lot of different ways to hide the taste, but I feel it's rude to the chef to change the flavor of something they so painstakingly made.

Trey: That's why I tried so many different ways to overcome my dislike of it, hoping that it would solve everything.

Trey: Every time I made my own dinner in my dorm, I'd add mustard to every dish…

Trey: For about one week or so, I made sure to eat at least one dish each day with mustard in it.

Trey: IN THE END, I EVEN TRIED PUTTING IT IN THE CAKE.

Leona: Well, you sure created a strange, new cake there. So, was it even edible?

Trey: I didn't eat it, so I don't know. My dormmates stopped me, so I wasn't able to actually add it to the cake.

Trey: And so, when they stopped me there, I finally came to a realization.

Trey: If I still can't eat it after all this effort, I should just give up. It isn't something that's going to have a huge impact on my life, after all.

Leona: Hah, took you a while.

Trey: Hahaha… I thought so too.

Trey: Seems like I'm the type where once I start something, I get a little wrapped up in it… This incident really got me reflecting on that habit.

Trey: But hey, thanks to all of that, I can at least eat mustard if it's just there for a bit of flavoring.

Leona: Well, good for you, then. All that continuous mustard eating turned out to be not completely pointless.

Leona: Anyway… All that talk made me thirsty. I'm takin' a break from all this. Bye.

Trey: Okay, see you. …Never thought I'd see the day that Leona would even hold a conversation with me like this. I wonder if it'll rain candy tomorrow or something.

Trey: Alright, next I think I'll go check out one of the paintings of the Great Seven I haven't seen yet… Ooh wait, this one―

Trey: Whenever I see this painting, I always think of "that guy." He's got the same kind of hard-to-read expression on his face.

Trey: I remember back in the day where I'd play along with his pranks and we'd cause a little bit of mischief for people who asked us for directions on the street.

Trey: "Which way ought you go from here? Well, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to!" ―And the like.

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #trey clover #leona kingscholar #twst trey #twst leona #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: cater #mention: riddle #mention: che'nya

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yoona-jnr · 3 months

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Boyfriend - Ariana Grande & Social House

Pairing: (Jealous) Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Prompt: “You’re not my boyfriend.” You jokingly remind Gojo who stood behind you with an unreadable expression. “But I can be.”

His reaction to seeing you get so many attention on Valentines Day.

Tags: Fluff, humour, jealous Gojo, canon based plot with a slight change by the author.

Ever since your high school days, you and Gojo have shared a strong bond of friendship. While you were an ordinary human, Gojo revealed to you at the age of 17 that he was a jujutsu sorcerer, one with extraordinary abilities. Or so he would say, rolling your eyes whenever he would confidently state that he was the reason why you were so safe. Which was true to an extent.

Initially, you thought that it was a joke that Gojo led on to make you laugh. But the more you hung out with him, the easier it was to notice that he was definitely not lying. You found it challenging to perceive these malevolent entities, but lately, you have noticed a significant improvement in your ability to detect them. Instead of being completely invisible, they now manifest as indistinct blurs or blobs. Some even being more detailed than the others depending on their strength.

Among the many days that marked your enduring friendship, Valentine’s Day stood out as the most tumultuous. This particular day brought forth a whirlwind of chaos and commotion. Considering how popular Gojo was, it became a source of annoyance as you found yourself constantly grappling with his fervent fangirls who perceived you as a potential rival. However, what proved to be even more annoying for Gojo was the realization that you, too, had garnered your own fair share of admirers as you matured throughout the years.

Gojo vehemently rejected the idea of harboring any romantic feelings towards you. After all, how could someone as extraordinary as himself, possibly develop affection for an ordinary human like you? Impossible, was what he would always say when Geto asked him about the possibility of you guys being together.

Even now as the two of you near the age of 28, he continues to struggle with accepting this fact. His thoughts of being in love with ‘someone like you’ eventually turned into ‘do I like her?’ Given his reputation and his responsibilities, he shouldn’t entangle himself in any romantic relationships. Especially since it could potentially put you in danger. He wasn’t that selfish.

At least, he thought he wasn’t. But every time you flashed that same captivating smile he supposedly didn’t fall for prior to his teaching years, his carefully constructed facade weakens. Sometimes he doesn’t even notice the way he admires the way your eyes sparkle, or the way his eyes always land on you despite being in a crowded room. He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t be.

Carrying yet another bag of chocolate that had just been given to you, you approached him, struggling to balance the weight in your arms and ensuring that none of the delectable treats fell on the ground. God it annoyed him. Although he had faced a similar problem not too long ago, he didn’t keep them like you did. No. Instead, he disregarded them, offering the remaining few to Nobara, and Itadori who eagerly devoured every piece.

“Look at you, Ms. Popular. Where did you manage to get this this time, hmm?” He remarks, lifting the bag with a hint of disdain, seemingly unimpressed by the thought of someone else bestowing you a gift that he could easily one up. “Oh, actually,” you interject softly, reclaiming the bag and allowing it to rest atop the others in your embrace. “Nanami-” His mouth twitches. “-was kind enough to give it to me.” A faint blush spreads across your cheeks, and he can’t help the way his eyes flicker over to the chocolate, thoughts of throwing it away filling his head.

Reflecting on the past, Gojo reminisces about the time he initially introduced you to the rest of the school. He facepalms internally, regretting his decision. In hindsight, he realized that not only did he grant you the freedom to roam around the premises at your own will, but he also allowed you to come and go as you pleased for visits. Even though it wasn’t permitted for outsiders. But God why did the other male staff take interest in you too?

“Nanami, huh?” He muses, strolling over to your side and deftly reclaiming the bag. Just as you were about to voice your annoyance, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. “You know,” his voice drops, sliding a finger beneath his blindfold and letting it fall around his neck. “I can give you something better than just chocolates.”

With a dismissive eye roll, you extend an open hand, motioning towards it with a slight tilt of your chin. “Give it back, Satoru. We’re what, 28 soon? We’re not 18 anymore. You need to stop joking around” Fuck, he regrets making this particular mistake. Ever since he noticed the possibility of liking you, he’s been playing it off as a joke, blaming it on the idea of him wanting to see you all flustered up.

“It’s not like he’s your boyfriend,” he dangles the gift bag in front of your face, shooting you a charming smile. “So why would you wanna keep it?” – “Well, for starters-” You take the bag, again, laughing at how he nearly pouts. “You aren’t my boyfriend either, so why do you care?”

As you were about to walk away, you hear a faint whisper escaping his lips. “What did you say?” You instinctively turn around, eyes widening the second you spot the unusual look on his face. For the first time, he didn’t wear the same smug smirk that you found yourself becoming fond of. It was a stark contrast to his usual self-assured demeanor.

Instead, he remained still, his gaze fixed on you, emanating a gentle warmth that tinged his cheeks with a subtle blush. “..I said,” he sucks a breath in, realizing that he’s about to crumble every wall that he built between you. Not like they were thick in the first place.

“I can be, if you want.”

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff

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cerealboxlore · 1 year

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imagine billy having an identity reveal (probably not willingly) and some league members being assholes about it

billy’s just taking everything for a while until they throw jabs at the tiger plushy he’s holding, because that’s his friend

so he throws tawny at the member who insulted tawnys honour and that member doesn’t think to dodge because it’s a plush thrown by a malnourished little kid, but just before it hits tawny transforms into a giant tiger

i imagine that tawny wouldn’t hurt anyone too bad to not upset billy but the league learns their lesson

This ask has been painting such an awesome scene in my mind and has never left it once, thank you so much for sending this ask!

I can imagine Billy having his identity revealed being an extreme invasion of his privacy and unwanted, but to the league it would represent a huge dramatic event. After sending in what is one of their most powerful powerhouses into battle constantly against foes that rival gods and monsters who eat gods for breakfast, the reveal of that teammate being just a child would shake them to their core.

Captain Marvel being revealed as a child would absolutely make them extremely upset, rightfully, at that. Having to sit him down during a meeting as plain old Billy Batson, to confront him for all the lies of omissions and deceptions with a heavy heart is one thing, but to look at the blue eyed, malnourished child in the eyes and see him holding a stuffed animal tightly would tear them apart.

Billy would understandably be nervous at the whole mind breaking event going on, having summoned Tawky Tawny for emotional support to get him through this chaotic meeting going from talking softly to him to interrogating him. After all, a secret as big as this being exposed would lead to a long meeting being held about his future status on the JL.

Still, no one is outright mad at him. Upset and heartbroken, but no one has made him cry yet. That's good. That's great. Billy was now seen as a child in their eyes, he didn't need any more help on that. He could get through this.

That's when it happens. Someone crosses the line. Billy was defending himself as Captain Marvel aka The Champion of Magic, making his statement that he was more than mature and responsible to handle the burdens he carried so often.

"Ha! Are you shitting me? Listen, kid, we've been here for hours. Let me tell you this. Mature people don't go hugging a stuffed animal when they're about to cry. For fucks sake, what is that anyway? A cat? You can't go hugging that thing when you're out in a battle! Look. I'm not mad at you, no one is mad at you, but I'm going to say it. No one. Can trust you now. Never again. If you think you have a future on the league with that dumb stuffed cat in your arms, you're so grounded-"

"....er..."

"Huh? Kid. Speak up. Don't mumble when you're speaking to an adult."

"I said. He. Is. A. TIGER!"

Before anyone can react or think, the stuffed tiger in Billy's arms begins to stretch and grow, leaping out of his arms and pouncing onto the man. The sudden presence of a growling and gigantic tiger in front of the league startles everybody, to the point no one notices that Billy was currently wiping away the tears that were flowing down his face.

Tawny would have detected that Billy was feeling unsafe and anxious, not wanting to hurt the man in any way, just scare him enough to stop making his friend cry. Whatever happens afterwards is a mystery, but some say....that the league member who made Billy cry that day developed a fear of tigers 🐅

I absolutely adored this idea you sent in! It's helping me through my writer's block right now!

#Billy batson #dc captain marvel #Shazam #This was such a lovely ask #Tysm!#This response went on longer than intended hahaha #But I was having fun!#Tawny Tawny #I was also imaging Tawny being summoned out of a poke-ball like a pokemon

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philliam-writes · 1 year

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you are in the earth of me [masterlist]

When Kipps asks you to help out on a case, you think nothing of it until you get into a mystery with stakes so high you should have maybe become an acrobat instead of psychic agent.

Working with the notorious Lockwood & Co. agency is the last on your list of unexpected problems, especially because growing familiar with every one of its agents opens the door to truths you've long buried—even the one to your past you've locked away behind high-security steel doors with the intention to never cross its threshold.

Content (Warnings): canon typical violence & horror, angst, loss of family member, grief and loss, slight ptsd, slow burn, rivals to lovers, platonic lockwood & co/Reader, childhood friends! Kipps & Reader, found family, mature language, aged up characters (everybody is in their early 20s; Kipps is mid-20s)

◘ 01: let the dead hollers hum

• words: 5.1k • summary: “Ton—Anfonie ‘Ockwoo’.” You nod, and finally swallow your mouthful of food. “I’ve heard things about you.” Lockwood’s dark eyes slide over to Kipps for a second, glinting like a knife drawn out of its sheath. He gives you a nice, easy smile. “Only good things, I presume?” You feel your face scrunch up at the memory of Kipps’s curses, threats and very imaginative ways of what he’d do with his rapier and a very specific part of Lockwood’s body. “Yeah, uhm … things.”

◘ 02: for whom the bell tolls

• words: 7.3k • summary: Your eyes pop open. Lockwood is standing at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the banister with his arms crossed, an amused look on his face. All tousled dark hair and brown eyes as sharp as glass, he is as tall as Kipps, perhaps taller, and lankier. But their demeanours are quite different. Where Kipps is calm and steady like stone, reliable like the earth that is always solid under your feet, Lockwood seems striking like a flash of bright lightning—quick-witted and assured in the path he carves as though the mere thought of something standing in his way is so far-off that he just barrels ahead with no regard of what he sets ablaze.

◘ 03: wring those embers

• words: 4.3k • summary: A hand catches your wrist. Warm fingers brush against the slip of skin where your glove ends, sending an electrifying shock up your arm. You start. Lockwood lets go and pulls back. “Like it or not, we are in this together,” he says quietly. His voice drops to a low tremble, gaining a quality that feels like a solid caress on your skin. Heat crawls up your neck. “And as with any proper team, there are no secrets, and no holding back valuable information. Deal?”

◘ 04: there's a kind of calling

• words: 4.6k • summary: Responsibility. Lucrative agent. Resource. It seems everyone is happy to fit your whole existence into one word; put you inside a cardboard box, slap a postage stamp on your forehead as though you’re some ghastly parcel to be shipped off when taking up too much space; being too inconvenient. Looks like even Lockwood and Co. is no different from the other agencies, a sobering revelation that is surprisingly disappointing.

If you would like to join the taglist, just let me know! Also posted on Ao3. If you enjoy it, I'll give you tons of kisses for some coffee!

#lockwood show #lockwood books #lockwood & co #l&c #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood x y/n #lockwood netflix #lockwood and co reader #reader insert #lockwood reader insert #l&c reader insert #phill.l&c #best friends reader and kipps

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doodlegirl1998 · 8 months

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The House Arrest.

One of the very few times where Bakugo actually faces some consequences for his actions.

Unfortunately, it is undermined by the fact that Izuku is also being dragged down with him (even if it was a day less, he is still punished for basically defending himself. Bakugo admitted to throwing the first punch but for some reason, likely Hori's Izuku hate and Bakugo boner, Izuku feels the need to mention that he punched back. Why? And if Aizawa was an actual good teacher, he wouldn't have even needed to ask because basic observation shows that Bakugo is the obvious aggressor).

And in the long run, since Bakugo was given 4 days, he missed out on getting his ass kicked with the rest of his class by Mirio (a character that I don't like, mainly due to the fanbase feeling the need to wank him off and put Izuku down for the hundredth time).

A really missed opportunity would be to have Bakugo getting a dose of humble pie after getting his ass kicked by those he thinks are weaker than him (Izuku should have beaten him in their second fight).

But what gets me is that his supposed "friends" don't even try and get details about what happened and just go on to call them idiots. While that easily applies to Bakugo, I don't understand why they would think Izuku would willingly throw hands with Bakugo without a reason.

Ochako has a really dumb response: "Whaaaat!? Did they make up afterward?"

Iida's response really pissed me off.

I hated how he basically insults Izuku by calling him 'Mr. House-Arrest'. Like, real mature, Iida. And he says that he was forbidden from telling Izuku anything that they went over in class that day. Yeah, he apologized but it would still sting.

We don't see or have a line saying Izuku tried reaching out to Ochako or Todoroki but if Iida's response was anything to go by, it was likely they refused. And nobody else who's at least on friendly enough terms with Izuku doesn't either just out of kindness or pity.

Izuku has such great friends, doesn't he?

Man, they were real friends, Ochako and Todoroki would say "fuck whatever Aizawa and Iida said" and secretly give Izuku notes and information about what their class had gone over in the 3 days he was out. This will show that Izuku truly does have friends that have his back.

Bonus points for maybe including Tsuyu and Tokoyami also joining in and helping Izuku.

Hi @ultimateemerl 👋,

You are spot on with this!

How the house arrest played out was deeply unsatisfying to me. Aizawa being apparently "so smart" and "Mr Logical" should have seen via the security camera footage that Izuku was merely defending himself against Bakugou beating him up. I don't think Izuku should have been punished for that other than being told next time if a situation like this were to occur to alert a teacher straight away.

Izuku certainly should not have been placed on house arrest with his abuser and aggressor for gods sake! That's just asking for another incident to occur!

Other than that as you mentioned not only was the punishment unsatisfactory but as was how the fight played out.

Izuku let Bakugou win again.

Izuku didn't beat Bakugou's ass, tell him how unfair it was to drag him out after curfew to beat him up or tell him he isn't his friend and he's done with him like Bakugou deserved. I would have clapped if Izuku did 👏👏👏.

Instead Izuku still thinks he's amazing... For some reason. Izuku lets him beat him up (to those who think explosions would win against 8% OFA I have no idea what to say - logically BKG should have been K.O'd by Izuku even back then), praises him and calls him "Kacchan" indicative of closeness when there is literally no closeness there. It all felt deeply unsatisfying to read and to watch especially with All Might coddling Bakugou afterward, allowing Bakugou into OFA meetings and looking on fondly at Izu and Bkg 'as rivals.' 😒

Izuku's friends response to this incident again is tone deaf and stupid at best. They should have asked more questions about this, Izuku isn't the type to physically fight someone without reason, they know this. They should also see that Bakugou is antagonistic and open in his hate for Izuku. Yet no questions are asked, why? Because then Bakugou would look like the ass he is, simple. And Hori cannot have that 😒.

Ochaco being like; "What? Did they make up?!" like Ocha... This is not a normal member of your class having a fight with Izuku. This is Bakugou. Bakugou, who has always been open in his hate for Izuku, this isn't a two-sided issue or a simple fallout. Ocha, Bkg dragged your love interest and best friend outside after curfew to beat him up! Where's the anger? Where's the questions? Anything?

Also I agree this isn't a good moment of Iida's, this reads like Hori trying to do some misguided attempt at comedy through Iida's overt "Mr House Arrest" 'rule stickler' demeanor. But I don't think it lands. Instead, it comes across as character regression for Iida who has been shown to disobey rules when it is important to him. So by that logic isn't Izuku important to him? They're meant to be best friends! The narrative tell us this so now would be a good time to show it Hori! This moment could have worked if Iida had been shown to act like this while Mr Aizawa walks by then as he's walking away Iida promises to give Izu all they learnt that day - that actually would have been funny and shown character growth for Iida. But Hori doesn't give us that ☹️!

I wish we saw someone like Tsuyu, Tokoyami or Todoroki help Izuku out instead but I doubt Hori would have allowed them to help Izuku out either.

I wish instead, like you mentioned, Izuku's friends took the stance of "fuck whatever Aizawa Sensei said, you did not start that fight and this is unfair." Then all his friends - Iida included - helped Izuku with his classwork in the 3 days he missed.

That scenario would give a more cohesive feel of the Dekusquad and would show Izu has true friends in his corner rather than Hori leaving all these friendships to rot.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugou #aizawa critical

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ladysirenity23 · 1 year

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Cult!Genshin x reader

Sagau pt.3 Liyue

Warnings: cult behavior, obsessive thoughts, religion, spoilers

[Sagau pt.1 Khaenri'ah here] 👇

[Sagau pt.2 Mondstadt here] 👇

Zhongli

Morax was your longest known worshipper - though none known previously how he got to know you, it was only common knowledge that he did worship you in his time of when he was still but a young adeptus

But of course doubts started to spiral once death came-whether it was from his wrath or another being's own bloodthirst

Was it meant to happen?

Morax would ask himself that same question-as he watches both his acquaintances and rivals die in front of his eyes

He was sort of angry at you-cursed you silently(not wanting to be known for disrespecting you but he did it quietly)

Yet the geo-scaled Archon despite those doubts and trials--He, then matured over the decades he walked in Teyvat his faith in you stood still like the mountains made by geo he made all over the shores of Liyue

plus... Barbatos's 'fact' as the winged-archon would like to call it seemed a bit insulting and he somehow wanted to prove the latter wrong despite knowing its not worth wasting his energy for more important matters

In his time of living among the mortals of Liyue he understood that every thing was meant to happen

He exhaled ;sipping the tea as he watches the lanterns dance among Teyvat's sky

though his victories from the past did haunt him-- Zhongli was finally at peace,knowing that his nation were thriving and advancing without the need of Rex lapis

but what made him feel even more relaxed was the presence of what you'd call 'divine'

Zhongli's golden eyes squinted as if instinctively trying to find something he'd like to think he'd seen before

Your acolyte smiled from afar looking fondly at the docks of Liyue of where you stood with the traveller and a sea of his people

Xiao

Your presence was educated by Morax to him when Alatus was recently just saved by the hands of the cruel god

'the all mighty Creator of Teyvat'

what was so special about you?that made Rex lapis himself worship you

Not to ask that question in a tone which a certain anemo-winged archon used--but one of piqued curiousity

He always wondered about your existence whether during his time with the other yaksha's or even after their passing..

Though he could ask Morax--he'd rather not seeing how the Geo archon had his own responsibilities to deal with

No matter Xiao leaves the subject on the back of his mind and sighed as his pain continues to course through his body

For now.. as your acolyte Xiao can only say that he has respect for you for at least helping him save the people who reside in the harbour through the Traveler or through him

But can he really be satisfied with just that after witnessing your arrival at the harbour-well the answer is.. no

not when the karmic dept that the young Yaksha held for so long almost instantly disappears at the sight of your divine gaze that reflected the lanterns of Liyue

Baizhu

Since birth he was always physically weak and as the years passed by his health also weakened mentally

Baizhu wouldn't say he's a Saint like his regular customers would like to see him as-rather he see's himself as a human-and there was no doubt he was

Greed

Some people say he had that quality-and he would frown at the notion,, but can you really blame him when not careful anytime could be a dead end for the sickly man

Although the mint haired man would always feel guilty on taking advantage of Qiqi's immortality despite doing it over again--

However when you finally arrived in Teyvat Baizhu thought he would feel immense guilt the moment he mentioned about his endeavours and his reason of taking care of Qiqi--plus the fact that he treated you as you were human instead of the Creator

The mint haired man would always apologise for all the troubles he's been giving you this past hour

But instead you reassured him-well awkwardly patted him at the back is what you did-- but it was enough to quell his tears

Such a kindness shouldn't be unrewarded.. (though he Baizhu knows he's not in place to reward-but to show his faithfulness to you)he would offer himself as one of your acolytes to honor you with his body

Ganyu

The news of the Creator's arrival on Teyvat had been a shock to the people Liyue and to her as well-but it wasn't unwelcomed!

she was part of the beings who prepared the festival for you! Though not her money nor' the idea-Ganyu was glad to be working full time on the project assigned to her

She didn't need any rest and definitely didn't want to if its for you!Though your insistence of her resting will make her blink her eyes in confusion to shift to one of embarrassment ;saying she didn't need to

But with your offer that you'd let her lay down on your lap made her want to reconsider the offer

Shenhe

Cloud retainer had spoken about you through times of when she was but a child taken in by the crane adeptus

Shenhe had a feeling in her heart, though she couldn't describe it-- andit felt absolutely horrible,, something about you appearing before her, what made you show yourself now?! She couldn't explain the reason why she felt this way

Maybe it was about her childhood that was sacrificed once her father sent her to die in the hands of a demon

It was your lack of presence in one's time of need that made her somewhat feel ill about you

She hated the feeling once it showed in her stomach,she herself never wanted to feel like that when seeing you in a physical form

Though she stayed quiet at your visit-though no glaring was seen in her eyes Cloud retainer could feel the small rage that Shenhe was having behind those ropes that bind the white haired girl

But even she, knows that another feeling was bubbling up as you held her hands with a soft gentle smile for her

Perhaps she'd like to get know you in a different light if ever possible

Ningguang

As a child she struggled but she did her best to thrive in the streets of Liyue while praying that you'd make her your favourite acolyte-And she did become at least one of them

With grace and gratitude she welcomed you and traveler with open arms, Announcing her opening speech,, she stands at her most beloved magnum opus;The Jade Chamber

Pantalone

A true man of greed..but can you really blame him?as a child he struggled to even find a single penny to feed himself, eating only the crumbs that the people of the harbour dropped so carelessly

As he hates the Geo archon for not giving a single mora to him and what makes it worse that it didn't make you any different from the archon that the sea of people seem to worship so much

Where were you and the God of Contracts when he needed both of you??

He scoffed at the news of your arrival, though with newly found wealth, Pantalone didn't seem all that smiley today-in fact he had a frown all day long making others question his sudden change of expression

The black haired man told them the reason calmly-but they could tell that there was a venomous tone on the tip of his toungue

Pierro shakes his head in a disapproving way,he was acting a bit childish he knows-by the way the ginger's expression also became dark even when Tartaglia just had a laughing fit

The banker looked in the eyes of his comrades and of the Cryo archon

Just as the Northland's bank currencies are the tears of the gamblers that had set their money on pride and the blood of the poor who spent their last breath trying to gain a single mora

Maybe you'd like to earn his forgiveness that weight off a million-no-

A lifeline worth of mora would make him him forgive you as long you'll comply to every one of his desires

23_chan: I still don't know if Pantalone is from Liyue,but this is just a quick Headcanon of him--if he isn't then I'll just transfer him on a nation where he is a part of @w@

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Rivals

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~6.5k

Summary: Boone’s mothers fight.

A/N: Here’s the next little drabble that flew into my mind. Enjoy.

Warnings: Conflict, that’s it.

You stare into your third gin and tonic with a frown that seems to be a permanent fixture since you’d left the house. You and Wanda had a disagreement that turned into a fight, and now you were drinking at the bar where you know Wanda’s business dealings occur. It was risky and honestly plain stupid to be here alone, but you didn’t care at the moment. You were pissed that Wanda refused to listen to your side of things. She is too paranoid to give into you on this issue and you’re frustrated at her for not trusting you enough to handle it.

It's a lose-lose situation and you just needed time away from her for a while. You don’t even know why you came here, but as you sit at the bar alone drinking something that’s too strong for you, you realize you probably should have at least asked Bucky to come along. Wanda’s going to be furious once she figures out where you went.

You’d done the mature thing to end your argument and you decided to leave. It wouldn’t have been productive to keep shouting at each other, so you left with only your phone and wallet to get a drink, or three. You don’t even really want the drink in front of you anymore. You’re pleasantly buzzed, and you feel like you could nap right here on the bar. You don’t want to because it reeks of alcohol, but you can’t go home right now. Wanda will just want to talk about this again, and you’re not interested in that right now.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

You turn when you hear this question, and you’re not even sure it’s directed towards you until you see a tall brunette standing next to you with a curious look. She’s smiling at you as she looks between you and the empty stool, and you can’t think of a single reason to tell her no. You shake your head before taking a moment to look the older woman over. You don’t recognize her, not that you’d expect to, but she looks exactly like the people you’d expect to see here.

She’s dressed in an expensive suit, and she runs her hands through her expensive haircut as she sits down beside you. You realize that she smokes because the smell wafts over to you almost immediately. You try to keep your face neutral, but you must fail because you hear her laugh as she waves down the bartender.

“I apologize for the smell. I unfortunately just had to fit in for a little bit.”

You don’t understand what she means by this, but you don’t bother asking as you just shrug. It’s not really your business or your place to judge a stranger. You just don’t like the smell. Anyone who isn’t your friends or family could do what they wanted without your input. You caught Wanda smoking once and you got so angry that you hurled her box of cigarettes across the room. You’d told her that if she ever smoked them again, she’d be couched for life, and luckily, she took your threat seriously.

“It’s alright. I’m just not used to it.”

You take another sip of your drink before you check your phone for the time. You see about a dozen missed calls and notifications from your wife and Bucky, but you ignore them for now. You figure that if they want to find you badly enough, you ignoring them won’t stop this from happening. For now, you don’t mind being alone, or at least mostly alone with your thoughts.

The brunette studies you carefully as she waits for her own drink. She’s never seen you here before, and she comes here often for business. She spent most of her time with boring men making deals around a table where she was expected to drink and smoke. She had spent a lot of time looking at the other bar patrons during these meetings, and she’s certain she would remember your face if she’d ever seen it.

“You’re new to the business then?”

You think about your response to this carefully. You know you’re in Wanda’s territory, figuratively and literally, so you’re not too worried, but that doesn’t mean you should go announcing your ties so quickly. You just shrug before going with something that is the truth, but not too detailed to be used against you. At least you hope so.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m married to someone in the business, so there’s really no avoiding it forever.”

You finish your drink before deciding that you should probably leave. You’ve brooded enough and Wanda was becoming increasingly more worried if the continuous notifications meant anything. You wait for the bartender to come back by so you can close out, but you’re turning back to the brunette before this happens.

“You’re married to someone in the business, but are you actively involved in it? You seem comfortable here.”

You’re not sure what to make of this observation and you wait until you tell the woman behind the bar that you’re done for the night before addressing it. You’re not exactly comfortable here, but you know it’s a safe place for you to be away from your wife and that’s all you needed right now.

You make the mistake of saying this and the brunette actually looks a little concerned.

“Are you in danger? Do you need a place to hide from her?”

You are about to shake your head and tell her no, that you’re just being dramatic and you are about to go home, but something catches your attention. You realize that the bar has gone silent and it’s a tense silence that immediately sets you on edge. You glance around to see what the cause is, and you’re equally surprised and disappointed when you see your wife standing in the doorway with Bucky and Steve by her side. They look all business and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes as Wanda spots you and heads over to you immediately.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?”

You expected the anger given the number of calls you’d ignored, but you’re surprised by the underlying fear that you hear in her voice. You just gesture to the bar before muttering something about having a drink. Wanda frowns at this but doesn’t respond as she looks to the woman that you’re sitting next to. She glares at the brunette, but you don’t get a chance to wonder why before she’s speaking.

“Saunders, what the hell are you doing with my wife?”

You frown at the hostility in your wife’s tone, and you’re about to speak up when the woman you’d been drinking with, Saunders apparently, just scoffs at her dismissively.

“Why don’t you ask her, Maximoff? Your wife was just telling me that she was trying to get away from you.”

You can’t help but flinch when she says this because yes you had said this, but you didn’t plan on telling Wanda. When Wanda shoots you a confused and slightly angry look you realize that you really should have kept your mouth shut.

“Well, I’m here now, and we’re going home. Come on, Y/n.”

You want to argue with her and you open your mouth to do so, but the look Wanda shoots you makes you decide against it. You sigh in defeat before you jump off the stool you were sitting on and head toward the door. You look back to the brunette with a smile before leaving your wife behind as you head toward your friends.

“Nice talking to you.”

When you step out of the bar into the parking lot, you immediately feel a strong grip on your arm leading you to a car. You cringe slightly and try to yank your arm away but Wanda holds firm. She’s pissed, just like you thought she’d be and she practically shoves you into the backseat with a growl.

“What the fuck, Y/n!? Why would you risk coming here? Do you have any idea of how dangerous this was?”

You hadn’t really considered this beyond the fact that it was familiar territory. You figured that you could have a few drinks and as long as you didn’t scream who you were married to, you’d be perfectly safe. Apparently not. You frown in annoyance at the rough treatment and lean away from Wanda when she joins you in the backseat. Steve wordlessly gets in the front and is driving away before you’re even buckled.

“What are you talking about, Wanda? I just went to get a drink, for fuck’s sake.”

You roll your eyes before crossing your arms with a huff. You stare Wanda down and she’s just looking at you dumbfounded before she manages to shake her shock. She takes a deep breath before she shakes her head and tries to understand what happened tonight.

“So, you just decided to get a drink at my top competitor’s bar for fun then?”

You stiffen slightly when Wanda says this, and you frown in confusion before shaking you head. You don’t understand what she’s talking about, and you want to just get home and go to sleep. You’re still a little drunk so you’re not thinking clearly when you shoot your wife an annoyed look.

“What? No, why would I do that?”

Wanda just shoots you an incredulous look before she seems to realize that you really don’t know. She knows you’re upset with her and that you wanted to get away. However, she hadn’t expected you to do something this reckless. Had you deliberately gone somewhere dangerous just to antagonize her? The more she thinks about it, the less likely it seems. You’re obviously still a little drunk because you’re lying against the door with your eyes closed. You’re close to sleep but Wanda needs you to understand why you shouldn’t do this again.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, Y/n. You’re lucky no one knew who you were.”

You open your eyes when Wanda says this and you turn to her with a frown. You think about what she’s saying and you realize why she was so angry with you. Regardless of your earlier argument, she was angry at you for being stupid enough to end up at the wrong bar which left you surrounded by the enemy instead of tenuous allies. You realize your mistake, but you’re too ticked to apologize immediately. You consider whether or not claiming ignorance opposed to appearing intentionally reckless is the better option.

You eventually sigh in defeat because your wife is still glaring at you, and you shake your head before turning back to stare out the window.

“You’ll be mad at me either way, so can we just say I made a mistake and then forget about it?”

Wanda has to resist the urge to scream at you in annoyance. You’re being so damn stubborn and it’s driving her crazy. She knows that having this conversation now is important, but you’re drunk and not thinking straight. Not to mention you’re angry at her and probably don’t want to listen to her. Still, Wanda needs you to get a clue.

“No, we can’t fucking forget about it! You could have been hurt or worse, all because you just wanted to get away from me? That’s fine, you can leave, whatever, but you can’t go looking for trouble unless you really want to find it!”

You glower at your wife’s reflection in the window before muttering something that you honestly wanted her to hear. You are at least grateful that you are only a few minutes from home, so you can hide somewhere in the many rooms of your house.

“Thanks for the permission, Wands.”

The rest of the ride is silent and you’re grateful for this. Your head is starting to ache and you have to squeeze your eyes shut when you arrive to your house that has nearly all the lights on. You’re not sure why, but you don’t bother to ask as you get out of the car without waiting for Wanda and heading inside. You don’t care about how your friends are talking to your wife who’s getting more discouraged than pissed at your apathy. She follows you inside after thanking her friends for the help, and tries to mentally prepare for this.

She’d called them earlier tonight when you’d left and she’d wanted to know where you went. She hadn’t planned on going to get you, she wanted you to have time alone – hell she wanted time alone, but once she finally figured out where you were she knew letting you stay there wasn’t an option. She wasn’t sure why you’d picked that bar of all places to escape to. Maybe you were being spiteful, or maybe you just didn’t realize where you were.

Wanda kept a lot of her business dealings from you for both of your sakes. She didn’t want you involved and as a result put at risk. For this reason, beyond knowing where you could go with Wanda, you didn’t know much about the other sides. You realize how this could backfire and despite wanting to stay in the dark, maybe you just had to know a little bit more to keep something like this from happening again.

You greet Boone with a smile before heading over to the couch to lie down. You’re a little dizzy and dehydrated so you grab a blanket and curl up to sleep. You cover your entire body hoping that you were hidden well enough from your wife. Not that your dog sitting at your side wasn’t a tip off.

You hear the door close behind Wanda, but you don’t even move as you close your eyes and try to will away your headache. You groan under your breath before stifling a yawn underneath your blanket. You peek out from under it to see Boone staring right at you, and you can’t help but smile as you stick your hand out for him to lick.

“Hey, bud. Sorry I didn’t take you with me.”

When you’d stormed out tonight you had only grabbed the essentials before speeding off in no particular direction. You had driven for about 20 minutes before deciding where to go. You never made great decisions when you were upset, and your impulsivity almost got you in trouble. Well, you were in trouble with your wife, but at least you didn’t suffer any bodily harm. Yet.

“Here.”

You look up when you hear Wanda’s voice, and you see a glass of water set on the table in front of you. Boone’s sniffing it, and you see Wanda disappear out of the corner of your eye with a frown. You’re glad she’s not trying to talk this out now, but you also feel a little guilty just ignoring her. This is why you wanted to leave in the first place, so you didn’t have to be here alone with your wife.

“Thanks.”

You don’t have the energy to reach for it now so you just let it be as you try and rest. You only manage to do so for about 10 minutes before you start to feel nauseous. You sit up slowly and drink most of the water before looking around briefly. Wanda must be upstairs and since you’re still not in the mood to talk, you decide to retreat to the den with your nearly empty glass.

The couch in there is more comfortable, so if you’re going to sleep anywhere tonight that’s not your own bed you figure it should be here. You frown as you walk into the room and immediately see into the dark backyard. You love your house, you really do, but sometimes all of the windows at night freak you out. You reach for the remote that lowers the shades before grabbing a blanket at the end of the couch. You stand over the couch contemplating your next move for a bit before realizing that you need another blanket.

You head back out into the living room and grab a blanket for Boone before leading your dog back into the den. You close the door behind you with a sigh before laying Boone’s blanket on the couch. You’re not in the mood to have another reason to argue with Wanda, so you make sure that Boone is lying on the blanket beside you before you plop down on the couch with a frown.

Comfy or not, you don’t like the idea of sleeping here.

Wanda’s upstairs in the bedroom trying very hard not to agonize over the fight that you two had. However, she is very much agonizing over it, and she hates that as you two continue to deal with this, it somehow gets worse every time you talk about it.

Wanda’s always been worried about how her job would affect you. Once the two of you became more serious and she had to tell you more or less what she did for a living, she knew that you would be at risk. She knew that anyone who discovered your relationship could come after you, and in an attempt to keep this from happening, she set ground rules. A lot of ground rules.

They’d been overwhelming at first and the idea of not getting to go out in public with Wanda except in a few select places was discouraging. You didn’t like to hide the fact that you and Wanda were together, but you understood why you had to do it. Luckily there were places where you two could go and be among family, and here you didn’t have to hide. You could let everyone know how lucky you were to call Wanda your wife.

However, as the years went on and Wanda continued to push her competitors and tick them off, she received more threats that were directed towards you as well as her. They were mostly non-specific because despite the fact that your identity wasn’t a secret anymore (it honestly only remained secret for about a year before people found out), she didn’t want you to be out in public any more than you had to be.

You had of course not liked the idea of this. You enjoyed your freedom to do your own thing when your wife was busy. However, Wanda’s newest rule for you was that you couldn’t go out anywhere alone, and you hated it. You refused to have someone babysit you and despite knowing the risks, it was difficult for you to really understand them. Wanda hadn’t been able to say this without it seeming demeaning, and you’d just gotten more frustrated and refused to listen to her before you left.

The idea that Wanda wanted you to be followed everywhere you went drove you nuts. You could take care of yourself, and you honestly just thought your wife was being her normal paranoid self, times one thousand. She got like this sometimes when new threats were made and people tried to push Wanda into getting their way by mentioning coming after you. You found it annoying and desperate while Wanda feared the very real possibility that someone would come after you.

It wasn’t easy for her to continually be reminded of how her livelihood threatened yours. She knew the risks when she decided that she wanted to be with you, but she’d underestimated how difficult it would be for the two of you to navigate them together.

Wanda sighs as she considers her options. At this point, you’ve made your feelings clear and you won’t tolerate people following you around all of the time. You were too independent for that and you hated the idea that you weren’t capable enough to take care of yourself. Wanda could either give in and just let you continue doing as you’re doing, or she could say she won’t have someone follow you, but then do it anyway. This could go one of two ways. You could never find out, or you find out and this leads to another argument between you two that she doesn’t want to have.

She frowns at the thought and decides that this is too important for her to give up on. She just has to figure out a compromise.

You only try lying down to sleep for a few minutes before you grow restless. You’ve turned out the lights and you really should be able to sleep with your buzz wearing off and turning into exhaustion, but you can’t. You reach for your phone before unlocking it with a sigh. You see your background change from your dog to you and Wanda with a sigh before you go to your contacts. You want to talk this out with someone who wasn’t as emotionally invested; who wasn’t biased. You needed advice, and you knew just who to call.

Yelena is sparring with her sister when your call comes through her watch. She frowns when she sees it and holds her hands up to signal a time-out which caused Nat to frown. She’s about to complain when Yelena moves over to where she’d left her phone on the bench and shows it to her sister.

“It’s Y/n.”

Nat’s protests die before she can voice them because now, she’s worried. You should be asleep. You never call this late, and the fact that you’re not giving any warning makes them think something’s wrong. Yelena stands in the middle of the ring with her sister as she answers your call with a confused look.

“Hey, Y/n. You’re still up.”

You smile slightly at your friend’s voice, but you realize immediately that you’ve surprised her. She’s probably confused about why you’re calling so late, and you sigh in defeat before apologizing. You don’t know that Yelena’s moved out of the ring to sit down, and her sister joins her as you start to speak.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep. I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

Nat just rolls her eyes when her sister says that she was just beating up someone, nothing important. She can hear your laugh through the phone and Yelena pressed speakerphone so Nat can hear you better.

“Not at all. Nat was just getting her ass kicked. Is something up?”

You are relieved and slightly anxious about having both of your friends on the line. You were going to tell them either way, but telling them both at once stresses you out, not that you can do anything about that now. You run a hand through your hair before you shift slightly so you’re more comfortable under your blanket. Boone’s sleeping at your feet and you hear him snoring quietly as you think about the best answer to this question.

“Well, I’m currently sleeping in the den, or trying to. Wanda and I had a…disagreement earlier tonight.”

Both sisters frown at this news. Nat is thinking about what you two could have fought about while Yelena is wondering why you’d be banished to the den, most likely just with your dog.

It’s Nat who speaks up first as she considers the two most viable options for why you and your wife likely had a fight. Usually, it has to do with you not being careful when you’re out in public, or less likely, you simply did something reckless that usually involved injury, or her sister.

“What happened?”

You take a deep breath as you tell your friends about how you and Wanda were arguing yet again about your public presence. You didn’t go much of anywhere with Wanda anymore because she was always so busy, and she didn’t like being seen with you. Even in her territory it wasn’t completely safe, and she didn’t want to put you at risk when you two could just hang out together at home, or with friends at the compound. You tolerated this for the most part because you still got to be with your wife, but today Wanda had told you that she wanted you to have someone tailing you everywhere you went.

“I don’t know what the new threat was, but it’s the same thing every time with her. I get that she wants to keep me safe, but I feel like I’m losing all of my freedom.”

You start to feel silly when your friends don’t answer right away and you speak up to try to blow off your concerns, but they don’t let you. You can’t see them, but Nat and Yelena are shooting each other matching looks. They’ll have to figure out what this most recent threat was, but it doesn’t change what they’re certain Wanda wanted to do. She was always so worried about people finding you and using you against her – of hurting you that sometimes she disregarded everything but figuring out how to keep you safe.

Nat sighs as she tries to figure out how to say this, but Yelena beats her to it. She’s not quite sure whose side she’s on, but she hates how defeated her friend sounds.

“I’m probably just being dramatic is all.”

“You’re not being dramatic. You’re a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man to follow her around everywhere.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at this as you shift once again so you’re able to see your dog who’s just started to stir.

“Can you tell Wanda that?”

Both of your friends laugh, and this time Nat speaks up as she tries to figure out exactly what happened.

“I figure you already did, but what did she say?”

You frown at the thought of how Wanda had responded to you earlier and what she’d implied. You shake your head as you try not to sound too annoyed as you repeat what your wife had said.

“She said that she didn’t care. That my safety is more important yada yada and that this was happening whether I liked it or not.”

You don’t realize that Wanda’s ventured downstairs to check on you until you’re off the phone with your friends.

Yelena frowns in disapproval as Nat just groans in defeat. She’s sure that Wanda didn’t mean to sound like such a damn dictator. She was just worried about you, but you clearly were tired of hearing that. You wanted her to realize that you could handle yourself.

“Have you considered leaving?”

You’re drifting in and out so you’re a little caught off guard by this question. You don’t understand what Nat’s asking and you go to the first, most logical option.

“Leaving Wanda? No, but her rules are starting to feel too restrictive.”

Nat frowns before she shakes her head and looks to her sister. She hadn’t meant that and the fact that your mind went there made her think that you had definitely considered it. However, that wasn’t a conversation that she wanted to have with you over the phone.

“No, I meant going out to clear your head. Get a drink or something.”

When she says this, you can’t help but groan at the thought. You’d been stupid tonight, and you could understand why Wanda was mad about this. You would be equally mad if she pulled something like this, and you’re not sure if it makes it better that you didn’t do it intentionally. You were just an oblivious idiot. You struggle to figure out how to tell your friends this without them inevitably getting upset with you as well. Honestly, though, you deserved it so you didn’t protest too much.

“I did. I um…I went to get drinks at that bar on 5th downtown.”

The silence is deafening as you wait for your friends to react to the news of your unintentionally risky outing. Yelena groans under her breath, shaking her head as she slaps a hand to her forehead. Nat is a little more concerned about how that all worked out. Clearly you were still alive which is lucky in itself, but the idea of you walking into enemy territory without any backup was terrifying. You speak up before your friends can in an attempt to admit your wrongdoing.

“It didn’t quite go as planned.”

Wanda hears you talking to someone through the den door, but she leaves you be as she makes herself some dinner. She hadn’t gotten around to eating because she was so stressed trying to figure out where you’d gone. Now she was exhausted and still stressed, but also very hungry. She wanted to just eat and go to bed, but the sound of you laughing catches her attention. She sighs before shaking her head and trying to give you privacy, but she wonders who you’re talking to.

“Yes, supremely stupid, I know. It wasn’t intentional, if that makes you feel better?”

Yelena scoffs at the stupid statement while Nat just laughs at you. She knows that you wouldn’t do something like this on purpose. You’re known to be spiteful, but you wouldn’t do something so dangerous without letting anyone know. Nat wonders if you have a game plan beyond ignoring your wife. You’re probably not there yet, but she also knows you didn’t call her just to vent.

“Not really, but it’s good that you weren’t intentionally stupid.”

You laugh at this before reaching out to pet Boone with a sigh. You scratch him behind his ears and squish his face before moving closer to him.

“Thanks guys, I knew I called you for a reason.”

The three of you sit in silence for a while as you all contemplate what you want to say next. You don’t want to fight with your wife, you never do, but this isn’t something that you’re willing to roll over on. Usually, you’ll give Wanda her way because the issue isn’t a big deal to you and you know that she usually knows best. As far as you’re concerned Wanda just wants to keep you safe, but she just doesn’t always know the best way. You don’t know how to deal with her constant need of keeping you out of sight. You want to live your life without having to look over your shoulder, but you don’t want to be constantly fighting with your wife either.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. I know what my options are, but none of them seem remotely appealing.”

Both of your friends nod as they consider how much you’ve compromised over the years of your relationship with Wanda. You gave up having a public, normal relationship, and now you were having to compromise further. Yelena and Nat were both conflicted on this, but only Nat had seen Wanda try to date before you.

It had been an understandably difficult ask for whoever Wanda was with to keep her identity, her entire existence a secret. For anyone who could get over the unpredictable long hours, to days of absence, the fact that they couldn’t just go to a restaurant, or to anything out in public was a real strain on her relationships.

She’d dated exactly two women before you, and she’d had flings with maybe half a dozen. Those who weren’t interested in anything more than a single night, Wanda didn’t bother telling them who she was. Her first girlfriend had been a little too optimistic, and hadn’t really known what she was getting herself into.

The idea of dating a mobster might be appealing for various reasons, but once you’re threatened and you face the business end of a gun, the appeal becomes near non-existent. This relationship only lasted for a couple of months, and Wanda had decided to just stick to flings for a while. She’d done this for maybe a year before she’d met you by chance when she’d run an errand at the local university.

With this in mind, Nat tries to figure out how to remind you why you’ve stuck around for this long. It wasn’t easy and sometimes you fought, but at the end of the day, you had the love of your life.

“You do give a lot up for her, Y/n.”

“But do you think she’s worth it?”

Nat adds onto Yelena’s less than helpful comment. They both want their friend to be happy, but sometimes Yelena worried a little bit more about what you’re sacrificing. She’s always been a little cynical, and doesn’t think that someone should give up everything for love. You’d joked with her and claimed that she just had to meet the right person before she decides to believe such a thing.

You don’t really have to think about either of these things. You know you’ve given up a lot to be with Wanda. You sometimes wondered what it would be like to be able to have a normal relationship with your wife, but it was hard to imagine. You’d done this for so long, and you were naturally an introvert, so missing out on being in public and hanging out with friends with Wanda wasn’t something you really ever did. That said, you knew that despite everything you sacrificed, you’d make the same decision tomorrow, and the next day and probably every day after that.

Your decision to live an unconventional and sometimes inconvenient lifestyle allowed you to be with Wanda. You knew from the moment you’d met her that she was special, and that she wasn’t going to be like anyone you’d ever met. This proved true rather quickly and despite the difficulty of navigating a relationship early on, your doubts and insecurities when she’d go dark, you’re glad that you did it.

You would have hated to let Wanda get away.

You sigh in defeat before you realize that you’ve already made your decision. You may not be happy about it, but you are going to let Wanda have someone follow you around. As long as they don’t get in your way, and they don’t give you too much grief, you’ll live with it. That said, you do want to talk about future expectations for any threats you receive or that Wanda receives concerning you. You don’t want your wife to flip her shit and do something drastic every time someone mentions you.

“Who do you think she’s going to pick to watch me?”

Wanda’s finished dinner and she’s on her way back upstairs when she hears the den door open. She stops on her way up the stairs when she sees Boone come running out into the living room. You follow behind less enthusiastically as you look around to figure out your next move. You’re hungry but you see your wife out of the corner of your eye and you realize that you can make this as uncomfortable as you want, or you can just get it over with. It’s difficult to tell what Wanda wants, but as you head to the kitchen your mouth starts moving before your brain registers it.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, Wanda.”

You don’t stop getting your dinner together as you wait to see if Wanda is in the mood to talk. You hear her sigh as she watches you make dinner with a frown. She comes to sit at the counter waiting until you put your food in the microwave before she responds.

“I don’t want to either.”

You turn to face the redhead and you’re not surprised to see she also looks exhausted. Fighting is never fun and you two do it so rarely that it’s always draining and stressful. You hop up on the counter across from her and sigh in exhaustion before you shake your head.

“I’m willing to have someone tail me, but I want to set a few ground rules first.”

Wanda’s surprised that you’ve changed your mind, but she doesn’t let it show as she just nods and waits for you to continue.

“Okay, like what?”

You tell Wanda about what you talked about with Nat and Yelena. You didn’t want some stranger to follow you and disrupt your life or bring extra attention to you. You’d hate that and it would honestly be the opposite of helpful. Wanda seems to agree with this, and she decides that she wants Bucky to follow you around. You don’t like the sound of this, but it takes you a moment to realize that you’d prefer having someone you know well following you, opposed to a total stranger. You sigh before nodding in agreement, but before Wanda can be too relieved about you agreeing, you speak up.

“That’s fine, but I also wanted to talk about something else.”

You thought about how to word your concerns in a way that wasn’t too cruel or dismissive to your wife’s feelings. You understood and could empathize with worrying for you, but you needed to be upfront with her. You wait until she’s listening to you and you just go for it.

“I appreciate you worrying about me so much, Wands, but how many times has something actually happened to me when there’s a threat?”

You watch your wife frown in response, but before she can speak you knock on the cabinet near your leg with a smile.

“Not to jinx anything, but people always try to piss you off by saying they’ll come for me, but it hasn’t happened once. I’m okay with having Bucky follow me around, but we can’t keep having this conversation with every little whisper, okay?’

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately and you try not to worry as you wait with baited breath. You look toward the living room at the sound of Boone scratching his ears. You frown but leave him be as you and Wanda continue to try and reach a compromise.

She sighs before considering what you’re saying. She knows that there is some truth to what you’re saying. No one has attempted to come after you yet, and she hopes that no one will. She knows this isn’t realistic because unless she manages to keep you in this house 24/7 people will realize who you are. She doesn’t want to keep arguing with you, and she knows that it’s only her overwhelming anxiety that makes her freak out each time, but she has a difficult time letting this go. She can’t help but worry about you, and until she’s able to take a step back from the business, she’ll always be front and center with a target on her back.

Eventually Wanda gets up from her chair and heads toward the microwave. She starts it again so your food is actually hot before leaning against the counter with a nod.

“I’ll do better, okay? I will.”

You nod and you two just sit in silence until your food is ready. You’re about to get up and get it, but Wanda grabs it for you and you smile in thanks.

“That’s all I ask.”

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Lavender fields forever (Hazelnuts series part 2)

Part 1 / Part 2

Omegaverse Steddie, alpha Eddie Munson, omega Steve Harrington, established relationship, mating, biting.

Chapter 1

The first time Eddie had to buy condoms, when he presented as an alpha and reached maturity, he was shaking and dying inside because, well. It’s a fucking nightmare, to ask for them and then everyone knows that you’re getting ready to have sex. Or that you want to, at least. And fuck, isn’t that mortifying.

Before Steve, Eddie never really cared that much about it, if he’s honest. He bought one box of condoms years ago that basically expired, untouched, still there in Eddie’s desk, getting dust on it. But the whole affair of buying the condoms was a fucking nightmare, anyway, and he was thankful that the few omegas and the bunch of betas he slept with from time to time had their own condoms.

But now he has an omega to protect, to cherish, and he has to be an adult alpha and buy condoms because he doesn’t want to ruin Steve’s life.

“Next customer, here, please!” The lovely old woman who runs the pharmacy at Starcourt calls for him, weaving her hand. Great. Eddie swallows and reaches the counter, blushing already. “What do you need, pup?”

Ok, it’s ok, everything is alright. Eddie is an adult, his boyfriend is another adult, and buying condoms is something a responsible adult does, right? It’s positive, even! It means they both care and work on their relationship, and that they’re not playing dumb.

“I… Ehm, hi, miss, uh… I want to buy a box of condoms,” Eddie stutters, his voice hitching at the last word. Fucking great. His face is burning and he hates this. “Please.”

The old woman, a beta, just hums.

“For an alpha or a beta?” She asks. Fuck, Eddie forgot about this part.

“Alpha.”

“Size?”

Fuck.

“B-big, please.”

“Do you need them extra tight at the knot?”

Eddie wants to die. He can’t do this. And his omega, Eddie has discovered, is insatiable. Even out of his heat, Steve has a sex drive that rivals Eddie’s. The alpha can’t go over this process every two weeks.

He doesn’t complain about Steve wanting him, fuck no, he just hates to buy the damn condoms and this happens every two weeks. Two weeks. Yeah, yeah, they take turns to buy them and last time was Steve’s, but, still. Eddie can’t express how much he hates this.

“N-no, normal it’s ok, thanks.”

Yeah, better not think now about how slick and tight his omega is, how he milks his knot so fucking good every time, how makes Eddie howl, throwing his head back and shaking, cock twitching inside Steve, joined together… Fuck, no, stop, stop!

“Extra lubed?”

“Just normal, please,” Eddie grits, his face engine red and his armpits stinging. This is a new whole kind of torture, designed specifically for young, horny alphas. Fuck everything, the next time he’ll ask Joe, his boss, to buy the condoms for him. The older alpha owes Eddie a lot of favors now that he and his omega are expecting their own pup and Eddie is taking more responsibility for his boss’ sake at Divinyl Records.

“Very well, sweetie, give me a second,” the woman says at last, turning to grab one box behind her. Eddie uses the few seconds of peace to look around, and he can feel his eyes widening when he sees it. Right there, on the upper shelf.

Eddie opens his wallet and makes a quick mental sum. He knows it’s expensive, very expensive, but fuck it. He’s buying it too, he doesn’t even think about how awkward it is to buy it along with the condoms. Or the implications this will have in the nearest future. He can’t think about what it means for him and for Steve to buy it. It’s just wishful thinking.

“And one of those, please,” Eddie rushes to say, pointing at the expensive new need, taking the money from his wallet and placing it on the counter.

The old lady does give him an odd look now, but dutifully reaches for the item and puts it on a paper bag, with the condoms.

“Remember to clean it with water and neutral ph soap before applying it,” the woman starts talking while she takes Eddie’s money from the counter. “And it’s better if you help your omega during the whole process, it heals faster.”

“O-ok, thank you, I’ll do that, of course,” Eddie promises, but he doesn’t have to. It’s never a hardship to take care of his omega, his sweet, playful Steve.

“And brush your teeth before, you hear me?” The old woman adds, but her eyes soften when she looks at Eddie again. The alpha wonders if it’s too obvious how smitten he is for his boyfriend, if he has written it all over his face. “It’s a beautiful thing if you do it right, pup, and it’s lovely that you care for your omega this much.”

“He deserves it,” Eddie says fondly, and he means it. “I just… want that, want to do it right.”

The old lady hands him the paperbag and some cash in return, and motherly pats Eddie’s hand.

“You’re a good alpha, go with your omega, and have a good day, sweetie.”

Eddie smiles at her and rushes out the store, the rush of awkwardness leaving his body the moment he leaves the pharmacy behind, holding the paperbag against his heaving chest.

Quiet and peace is never an option for Eddie, now.

The moment Eddie stepped out of the pharmacy with his loot, a voice called his name, yelled his name quite insistently, obnoxiously, even. Dustin was suddenly by his side, demanding to know what was Eddie doing at Starcourt on his day off. The pup himself was looking for a new set of dice to buy for the next campaign, and before Eddie could react, Dustin had snatched the paperbag from Eddie’s cold hands and was looking inside. Because, of fucking course, these pups never learnt about damn boundaries.

Eddie wasn’t ready to give him the well known talk about the bees and the birds, and that to avoid it, one responsible alpha has to buy these things…

“Claiming bite care lotion, antiseptic lotion for the correct healing of…” Dustin started reading out loud, ignoring the other box that was still on the paperbag. “Eddie, are you going to claim Steve?”

So, of course, Eddie took Dustin to his trailer, where Wayne was cooking his famous stew, and had to confess his impulsive shopping: the most expensive lotion to take care of the claiming bite after.

“I’m impressed, son,” Wayne tells him once he has confessed and the three of them have a steamy bowl of spicy, savory stew in front of them. “This brand is expensive, I thought you were planning…”

Eddie is quick to kick his uncle under the table, making strange faces at him, eyes wide open, pleading him to shut up. The last thing Eddie wants right now is to let Dustin know that he’s planning to ask Steve to move in together, somewhere. Eddie has been saving money, but it’s not enough yet, and he’s scared to ask Steve yet.

“Very fancy, Munson,” Dustin snorts, ignoring Eddie and Wayne's silent conversation, while shoving a spoonful of stew into his mouth with no finesse at all. “You know, that’s like, buying him a diamond ring or something, you know that, right? Hey, Eds, do you want to marry him? Eddie, Eddie, dude, are you going to marry Steve? That would be fucking amazing, man, can I be your best man? Don’t pick Mike, dude, he’s an ass most of the time, I know he’s my friend but”

“Oh my god, Henderson, you’re going to choke, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Eddie reprimands the not-so-pup while his uncle laughs at them, his eyes locked in Eddie with a glint of something like pride.

Steve would chastise them both if they ever see how much Eddie allows Dustin, but come on, it’s his favorite pup - ok, ok, the alpha shouldn’t have a favorite pup, but he can’t help it. Eddie loves every one of the kids that his omega managed to adopt before they even met, but Dustin… Eddie sees so much of himself in the young boy, there’s always this strange feeling that tugs at Eddie, as if he needs to teach him everything he knows. The same with Erica, the sassiest little girl he has ever known.

Eddie wonders if it’s because they both are going to present as alpha, maybe his instinct can smell it on them, hence this odd need to be an alpha figure for them.

Dustin, of course, simply grunts at him playfully, smiling and munching, making Eddie shake his head.

“The pup is right, son,” Wayne adds, unhelpfully.

“I know.”

“Are ye planning to claim yer omega, son?” His uncle asks, his tone grave and serious, now. Dustin’s eyes are glued on him, frowning now, and Eddie is sure he can hear a soft rumble from the pup’s chest. A rumble that could become a snarl or even a threatening growl, and Eddie understands the message: do not hurt our omega, do not hurt Steve.

Eddie feels so fucking proud right now just because of this. Steve was the one who took care of them all first, Steve is their pack omega first, even if they accepted Eddie happily, Henderson and the rest won’t tolerate it if Eddie was playing with Steve. Friends don’t lie. The pack stays together.

Thankfully, Eddie is completely sure about his answer.

“Yeah,” he smiles shyly. “Yeah, I’m going to claim him, if he’ll have me.”

Wayne pats at his shoulder and Dustin’s rumble stops, the pup beaming at him, now.

“And yes, Henderson, I’ll ask him to marry me, too, so I trust you’ll keep the secret for yourself, capicci?”

“Oh god, oh fuck, Eddie, I promise, I’m not telling anyone!” Dustin rushes to promise, and Eddie reaches to tug playfully at his curls. He knows that, by night, everyone in the pack will already know Eddie’s plans.

They’ve been together for almost a whole year, now.

It’s easy to forget how it was everything before they got together, before they weren’t even friends. Before Robin and the pups. Eddie had his band and his DnD club, but his life improved so much since he met Steve Harrington.

Well, since he became his friend. And the rest is history.

Their mating cycles are synchronized, now. Like a fucking clock, every four months. Eddie had never bothered to care about his rut, it happened when it happened, surprise! But after spending together Steve’s heat that first time, triggering his own rut, their cycle synchronized. It’s cool, firstly because they don’t have to leave their work in a rush, and secondly, because they can prepare their nest with time, together, even if it elicits the same reactions every time.

The nest has never enough of Eddie’s scent, even if most of it is made with Eddie’s faded, softest shirts. Steve gets needy and emotional during his pre-heat days, crying because the nest doesn’t smell like Eddie, because he can’t smell the chocolate and ripe blackberries anymore. Of course, Eddie has the immediate reaction to toss all his clothes to the nest, even the clean ones he keeps at Steve’s wardrobe, and lunges to scent his omega, to kiss his tears away.

During his rut, Eddie gets stupidly possessive and aggressive. Not towards Steve, never. But against whatever that makes Steve feel bad. He growled at the fucking TV because of this, for fucks sake. The joys of having synchronized cycles. When he was alone he just fucked his fist again and again until his cock was sore and raw, no feelings involved, not the added instinct of protect, cherish, fight, breed. Now he’s just stupid and in love. Joe told him that, once, he growled at a rose in their garden because his omega wanted it to bloom. Ah, yes, that’s love.

Also, he gets even more handsy than usual, and fuck, he’s always handsy. But during his rut it’s absurd, he needs to touch Steve, every inch of him, all the fucking time. More than, he needs to be pressed against Steve, inside him. And to scent him, fuck, like it’s a fucking drug. If his omega wants his scent, he’s fucking determined to give it to him, until their scents are just one.

One memorable time, Eddie ripped Steve’s uniform tee, from the collar to the hem, because he needed to squish his face against his omega’s chest hair and, fuck, he needed to see if Steve was still wearing the blackberry pendant. There it was, smooth and warm because Steve never took it off, just as Eddie never took it off the silver hazelnut, hanging from his neck along his guitar pick. Their courting gifts. To have to ask for a new tee at Scoops Ahoy for his omega after wasn’t as funny.

Now, they still have a whole month before their next mating cycle, and it's been a week since Eddie bought the lotion to heal a claiming bite. Eddie keeps it safe in the only place he knows Steve would never look: in one of his amps, among a bunch of wires and, as Steve calls them fondly, guitar stuff.

But whenever is alone, Eddie picks the box that contains the tube of lotion and reads it again and again.

‘Omegacare is an antiseptic lotion for the correct healing of the claiming bite.

Clean the bite with warm water and ph neutral soap before applying this product. Dry gently with a towel.

Keep the bite moist, allowing it to dry will result in thick scabs that will crack or bleed.

This will cause the wound of the bite to have patches and crack lines when it is healed up. It slows the healing process and will possibly damage the future scar.

Apply a thin layer of antiseptic cream to use for the first three to seven days or up until the area starts drying up. Then you should cease to use this antiseptic cream and switch to an aftercare product.’

The alpha wants to ask Steve. Properly. He feels like an idiot for not doing it already, he has plenty of opportunities to ask him, and he's optimistic about Steve's answer.

But then Eddie remembers that Steve wants to study. Steve wants to become a high school counselor, to help students to find their way. Or even a teacher. Steve is still unsure about what path to choose, but he wants to do something with his life, and Eddie is determined to help him to achieve it, no matter how hard it is, how much it costs.

That’s why Eddie is taking more responsibility at work. That’s why he’s saving money. At first, he was going to ask Steve to move in together, he even saw a few small houses, something cozy and close to their jobs and Robin and the pups… But now? Now Eddie isn’t sure if they should talk about something like that.

Steve doesn’t need to leave his house, his parents work a lot and they spend an awful amount of time traveling, to the point that Steve is more used to living alone now. They’ll help Steve afford his studies. And Steve doesn’t need the added stress of looking for a house, he has enough with work, the pups and planning his future.

Eddie knows that Steve wants him, that they’re in love, that’s not in doubt, not for a moment. Maybe that’s why he impulsively bought the stupid lotion, because for a second his hindbrain sang to him and made him imagine Steve showing off a brand new claiming bite, Eddie’s teeth imprinted forever in his beautiful, pale skin, surrounded by lovely moles. Fuck, he wants that, so badly. But he can wait. He can be a better alpha, he can show Steve that he can provide for them both.

Eddie can and will wait. He’ll ask Steve, he’ll talk with him, make sure his omega is safe and happy, and together they’ll find their way.

He sighs in his bed, playing with the box in his hand. His sheets still have the fading aroma of lavender and hazelnuts from the last time Steve spent the night in his house. Eddie grabs the yellow sweater that belongs to Steve but that now is Eddie's comfort sweater and raises it to his nose, inhaling deeply the soothing scent of his omega.

Just one month before their next mating cycle. Eddie decides he’ll keep the lotion hidden for now, until they’ve talked about it.

They don’t talk about it for at least two weeks more.

And Eddie doesn’t plan to talk with Steve about this, not until their incoming mating cycle is finished, to avoid making Steve feel pressured or forced to be claimed. Eddie wants to throw up just thinking about that, head spinning.

What Eddie does, though, is talk with Joe. His boss is barely at the store nowadays, the pregnancy of his omega more important than the store, and Eddie understands that. If Steve were expecting, Eddie would have a terrible time being far from him, working instead of being scenting his omega and taking care of him. That would kill him, and he suspects it’s killing Joe now.

“I’ve been working here for almost two years,” Eddie says, hands shaking but his voice is firm and earnest. “You’ve taught me how to take care of every little detail of the store, even the countability, and I’m ready to do it.”

“You want a promotion, pup?” Joe teases him. His eyes have deep bags underneath, he looks tired and restless, ready to snarl. “It’s yours, you don’t have to beg for it or to try to convince me, but this store needs at least two people to keep it .”

“I know, that’s why I’m asking you for my promotion and to hire someone else,” Eddie smiles wolfishly, feeling absurdly proud. “I know someone who would like to work here, he can start immediately, and you can be at home with Tess, take care of her.”

Eddie knows he has won this assault when Joe’s eyes widen and the older alpha lets out a long sigh, shaking his head slowly.

“You’re a menace, Munson,” Joe smiles tiredly. “When can this guy start, you say?”

“Let me make a call,” Eddie grins.

Gareth does need the money, uni is really expensive, and he has been pestering Eddie for finding such a nice job since Eddie was hired. Eddie knew his best friend would accept the offer.

That same evening Gareth received Joe’s ok and the older alpha left early, leaving Eddie to teach the new employee.

“So what, you’re my boss now?” Gareth asks. His voice is a constant snarl since he presented and Eddie can’t help but laugh at it. His best friend looks already at home, with his customized tartan vest clinking every time he moves through the corridors. “I don’t know if I like it.”

“You can bet, Gare-bear,” Eddie grins at him. “You have less than a month to learn everything, I’ll take my sick leave soon, and I need you, man.”

“Rut?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, I love to work under pressure, you know how to motivate me, boss,” Gareth snarls a laugh and Eddie follows him. Eddie loves Gareth, loves that the alpha gives as much as he takes, smart little motherfucker; Eddie wonders if having a brother feels like this.

Eddie takes Steve on a date to celebrate his immediate promotion. Wayne is not at home, so they claim Eddie’s bedroom, knowing they can be as loud as they want.

They barely step into the house and Eddie can’t help but press Steve against the door, locking it blindly while he devours his omega’s plush lips.

“Ah, Eddie, alpha…” Steve moans against Eddie’s lips, his hands shoving the leather jacket down the alpha’s shoulders and arms.

Eddie fights his jacket until it falls onto the floor, still kissing Steve even if clumsy and sloppy. Who cares. He needs this, he needs to feel his omega, flushes their bodies together until he’s but a hard line pressed tight against Steve from head to toe.

“Take me to the bed, Eds, please,” Steve pleads, hands under Eddie’s t-shirt, fumbling with his alpha’s nipple, making him gasp.

Eddie’s hips buck forward at the sensation, his cock hard since they were heading towards his trailer in his van. Steve has that effect on him. No matter how many times they do this, every single one of Eddie’s nerves is lit with burning desire for the omega.

“Fuck, yes, of course, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles between kisses.

They part, breaking the kiss, groaning as if it hurts them physically. Eddie grabs Steve’s hand and rushes to lead him to his bedroom, the omega chirping and chuckling behind him, almost running in their need to get to the bed.

They kiss again, tongues sliding, exploring each other's mouths, and Eddie feels like he could do this forever. His arousal burns him from the inside slowly, there’s no rush, just the need to be close to Steve, even if he can already smell the slick pooling in Steve’s underwear, mixing with the peaking scent of him. Lavender fills Eddie’s nostrils when the alpha noses along the column of Steve’s neck.

“Next week,” Eddie mumbles against Steve’s neck, lapping at the moles that crown his gland, smiling when the omega shivers in his arms. “Next week, we have a gig, please, tell me you’ll come, I want to see you in the crowd.”

Steve chirps loudly, hands scrapping at Eddie’s back.

“I haven’t missed any of your gigs since we’re together, love,” Steve says, kisses him deep and slow, making Eddie rumble and his cock throbbing with interest. “Of course I’ll be there, and I’ll drag Robin too.”

“I’ll tell Gareth to bring his cousin Chrissy, then,” Eddie says, biting his boyfriend’s lip, enjoying the way Steve’s back arches, pressing their bodies together.

Steve laughs weakly. “Robin will love you for that.” The omega, stronger than he seems, wraps his arms around Eddie’s middle and turns them in the bed, getting on top of him in a fluid motion that leaves Eddie breathless and leaking into his boxers desperately. “Can we please make out now?”

Eddie barks a laugh and lunges to claim Steve’s mouth. “Whatever you want, my omega.”

Eddie forgets about the whole claiming lotion thing until he has to pack his guitar and amps in his van for the gig. He takes the box and studies it carefully, again, even if he knows what it says by heart now, hoping he finds his answer there.

He can’t spend too much time wondering and fantasizing about a future where Steve wears his bite proudly. The boys are waiting for him and they have to set their equipment. Eddie rushes to hide the offending box on the drawer where he keeps the condoms and a half emptied bottle of lube - for lonely nights when he has to fist his knot, growling Steve’s name in the darkness - and forgets about it, again.

The gig goes smoothly, even better now that more people come to see them. Gareth and the boys really work better under pressure, no matter what they say. It’s fun to keep doing this, even if it’s from time to time.

In the crowd, cheering and singing along, Eddie can see Robin, with an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders, the both girls yelling the lyrics and grinning wide. It’s good to see Robin happy. But Eddie’s eyes focus on Steve, his omega is wearing Eddie’s battle vest, bathing himself in his scent.

It’s fucking great. Eddie always loved to play and sing, but to do it in front of his omega… He feels invincible- Fuck, he has been feeling like that since the moment Steve asked him to spend his heat with him.

Better than the gig, it’s what comes after.

Steve is spending the night with Eddie, both of them horny and needy, devouring themselves as if they can’t survive a second without kissing each other.

They’re again in Eddie’s bed, Steve always manages to transform it into a cozy, improvised nest, grabbing Eddie’s bandanas and smearing his scent all over the sheets. Eddie loves to see him doing it, loves how his room starts smelling like lavender and ripe blackberries, hazelnuts and bouquets of sun-dried lavender.

He wishes he could do this every night. Barely dressed, just in boxers and t-shirt, Steve atop of him, holding his hands over his head, pinning him in place. As if the alpha, his alpha, would run away. No, Eddie is exactly where he belongs, with his omega straddling him and kissing him leisurely. They’re not in a rush, not tonight.

Eddie bucks his hips, grinding against his omega’s ass, feeling how warm and slick he’s getting just from this. The alpha is not in a better state, sometimes Eddie can even pop his knot just from making out with Steve, and if his omega keeps rutting against him like it’s his fucking job, that’s exactly what is going to happen. They’re always hornier when their mating cycle is close.

“S-Steve, ah, shit, baby,” Eddie whines, desperate, cock twitching. “You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart, please.”

“Please, what, alpha?” Steve teases him, nosing Eddie’s jaw, his scent gland underneath his ear. The alpha growls and bucks his hips.

“This is going to be over embarrassingly fast if you keep doing this,” Eddie pants.

“Well, you can eat me out now so you can relax a bit, hm?”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie guffaws half a laugh, half a moan. “You think that I won’t come licking at your cunt and sucking your cocklet? I’m happy you have so much trust in me, baby, but I’m almost there already.”

“Ok, ok, love, don’t cream your pants, hm?” Steve teases him, pushing him towards the edge by grinding one more time. Eddie’s clothed cock sliding between Steve’s folds, his omega’s slick wetting their underwear. The alpha wants to mouth at him, fuck, wants to eat him out so badly, wants to choke on Steve’s thighs. “Stay still, I’m gonna grab a condom.”

Eddie groans when Steve leaves him, the cold air of the night making him shiver. He props on his elbows and tilts his head to see how his omega puts it on a show. Lets his boxers fall down his legs to the floor, dripping slick, and the alpha whines pathetically, licking his lips. Steve’s hands roam over his own plain belly, rolling his t-shirt upwards, revealing his blond happy trail and a constellation of moles that Eddie loves to trace with the tip of his tongue.

“Please, Stevie, babe,” Eddie begs, palming himself through his boxers, squeezing tight the base of his leaking cock, already swelling. “Please, come here with me.”

“Don’t you want me to get rid of this?” Steve asks sensually, tugging at his t-shirt. Eddie swallows and nods sharply, making his omega chuckle. “Now?”

Eddie nods again, whimpering. He’s helpless under Steve’s spell. Fuck, he loves him so much.

“Please,” Eddie manages to say, wishing Steve will ride him before his knot is fully swelled.

“Of course, alpha, my love,” Steve smiles, chirping joyfully. He loves to tease Eddie, but Eddie loves it even more, feeling like putty in his omega’s hands.

Finally, fucking finally, Steve takes off his t-shirt and Eddie revels in all his bare glory, loving him so much, every inch of his body. Wants to swallow him whole, to hold him and cradle him softly.

Eddie’s hindbrain howls, begging him to claim, claim, claim the wonderful omega in front of him.

“You’re perfect,” Eddie whispers in awe, eyes taking in every detail of his omega. His soft skin, every freckle and mole, his soft hair, his droopy eyes looking lovingly at him. How fucking lucky Eddie is. “Steve, you’re so amazing.”

Steve’s cocklet twitches at the praise, his cheeks blushing deliciously. “Alpha…”

“Come here, baby, I need you, I swear,” Eddie gasps, kneeling on the bed and shoving his boxers down his thighs just enough so he can free himself, his cock hanging between his legs, heavy and long, leaking over the sheets. Eddie curls his fingers tight around his length and doesn’t even bother to take off his own t-shirt, pumping his cock slowly, up and down, knowing he’s not going to last.

“So needy, my alpha,” Steve chuckles, but rushes towards the nightstand’s drawer where they keep the condoms.

Shit. Shit.

“Stevie, baby, wait!” Eddie exclaims, but it’s late. He knows it’s late.

Steve freezes in the spot, eyes bulging and mouth slack.

“Eddie, what’s this?”

Fuck.

“Steve…” Eddie stutters.

“Is this for… me?” Steve asks, naked and flushed, hazel eyes bright in the dim light of Eddie’s bedroom.

“Steve, please, it’s not what you think!” Eddie rushes to say, fucking cliché, he knows, but he doesn’t know what else to say to win some time to put his thoughts in order.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

#fluffy chicken writes #alpha beta omega dynamics #hazelnuts series #steddie fanfiction

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Anonymous asked: Can I request the Sakamaki and Mukami brothers with an older brother?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusions, manipulation, mental unstableness, abuse, self harm, murder

Older brother

Shu Sakamaki

🎵All responsibility lies with you since you’re the oldest in the house and whoever your mother is will put you under a lot of pressure. If Shu thought that Beatrix is strict with him, it’s nothing in comparison to his older brother. You’re pushed to know everything and be strong and punished if you don’t fulfill the expectations your mother has on you. You have to be perfect after all, you’re the next heir of Karlheinz! Shu is always told to be like you since you’re smart, strong and master everything yet he rarely bothers since he senses that you’re not happy with the life you lead. Instead he likes hanging around you and you enjoy it just as much.

🎵Shu is laid-back and chilled so you can relax just so well when he’s around. Considering that his brother has unpleasant things going on he doesn’t like to talk about since he doesn’t want to worry his younger siblings, Shu often converses with him about other things. Or both just listen to music together. If his brother isn’t the type to talk about his problems, Shu doesn’t want to either since he fears his brother might view him as weak. Shu isn’t exactly overbearing but he spends a lot of time with his brother since he’s the only one he actually views as his real sibling or just silently waits for you to notice him. As the second oldest, Shu also likes to call himself more experienced and mature, gives you advice when you need it.

Reiji Sakamaki

☕️He tries to gain his mother’s attention yet his mother can only focus on you, the oldest boy in the house. You’re the next heir and Reiji realizes soon that you’re the reason he’s never enough for Beatrix. Because you’re always better. Initially Reiji is bitter about that and sees you as his rival. He’s rude and cold around you. That is until you catch a glimpse at his studies and praise him, ruffle his hair in a acknowledging way. It leaves Reiji stunned since he’s never been praised before and is the beginning of his change of heart. He runs from there on to you whenever he studies, shows you his knowledge and loves the compliment and praises you always give him.

☕️There’s a sense of insecurity though since he realizes that you’re still better and that’s why he never asks you for help in cases he doesn’t understand something. He’s too ashamed of his brother seeing his stupid mistakes and never allows him to see anything that isn’t hardcore perfect. His brother becomes his role model, someone Reiji strives to be like so he ends up copying everything his sibling does. Reiji sees his brother as the ideal vampire, plays the assistant to continue this perfectionism too, so he’s pretty shaken up the moment he witnesses a moment of weakness from him. Also extremely picky when it comes to potential partners since no one passes in his eyes.

Ayato Sakamaki

🥇Cordelia hates you and initially Ayato despises you too. He has developed a complex under her care that he always has to be the best yet you are even better than him. Cornelia punishes him for it ruthlessly and he blames you for all the pain he has to endure. Ayato comes constantly running through you, challenges you in hopes of beating you yet you always win, humiliating him in the process. He rejects your friendly approaches after every loss of his and your comments how he’s quite good. He runs away, views your compliments as honeyed mocking since he lost and no one compliments the loser.

🥇It isn’t until he learns that his older brother has threatened Cordelia so she stops hurting her children since he noticed Ayato’s bruises. Ayato is confused why he’d do that for him, ends up acting tsunderish and refuses to thank his brother yet inwardly he is grateful. The challenges continue over the years where Ayato learns to have fun even if he still loses a majority of the time. The few times he manages to win, he runs it under your nose without fail so you never forget it. He often uses the excuse that besides you no one can beat him so he gets to have more time with you. He’s very close to his brother, constantly bickers playfully with him and playfully fights with him.

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸Kanato is in his childhood very obsessed with his mother and realizes how she constantly gets mad and aggressive because of the oldest Sakamaki boy. He’s talented, handsome and strong and she lets her frustration out on her children. They will never reach the potential of you, how will Karlheinz notice her?! Her mood affects Kanato badly and he turns his hatred against you since you make his mother unhappy even if she abuses his brothers and him for it. Chances are that he tries to attack you yet you stop him. You notice his unstable condition and instantly suspect Cornelia since you’ve heard of her abuse.

🧸So you confront her about it and she’s scared of you since you’re strong, stronger than her. She ignores Kanato, silently loathing him for getting her in this mess. The young boy throws a tantrum, tries to harm himself so Cornelia pays attention to him yet you stop him and take him under your wings. No matter how bratty Kanato is, you handle everything calmly. You read to him, you teach him and you play with him too even if tea parties and plushies might not be your thing. At one point Kanato turns his obsessive antics towards you, views you as his big brother who always has to protect him. He’s a walking time bomb and turns paranoid around the people who like you since he views them as threats who might steal you away from him and so he kills them.

Laito Sakamaki

🎹He’s the ignored one from the trio, doesn’t care much for you in the beginning. To Laito his brother is just another person in the household, he wants the attention from Cordelia. Yet his brother notices how the boy is abandoned and instead decides to pay more attention to him. Laito rejects those first few attempts, walks nonchalantly away but his older brother doesn’t give up so easily. You tell him interesting stories, teach him things in regards of education and attempt to be a good big brother. You know that you get through him when he starts listening to you even if he’s not saying much. When Laito finally opens up his heart, he’s very chipper and teasing around you.

🎹Likes to play pranks on you or with you if he knows you’ll be up to assist him. Laito definitely has a lot of time he spends with you, something other brothers are jealous about and Laito likes to remind them a bit too often about it. Chances are that Cordelia tries to do the same thing with Laito’s brother that she tries to do with Laito, convincing him to sleep with her. Laito is disgusted and shocked when he hears it, his brother yanks Cordelia out of sheer anger away from himself and goes even more aggressive when she tries to do the same trick on Laito. His older brother definitely reacts protective and Laito enjoys that. With him growing up, he’s going to talk openly about certain things with his brother though.

Subaru Sakamaki

⬜️Subaru is probably the hardest to approach since he lives in his own world with his mother and doesn’t think that he needs anyone else. You’re aware of Christa’s condition and fear for the youngest brother, especially when you notice the mental damage he receives. He’s aggressive when his older brother tries to interfere since he hates everyone, knows that his oldest brother is the pride of Karlheinz since he’s the next heir and despises him for it. Sometimes he even tries to attack you but your strength is superior so you stop him every time. You catch him sometimes watching you from a window when you play with one of the other boys.

⬜️You’re sure you see slight envy in those eyes of his when you clown around with the other boys. Subaru needs long until he ends up stalking his brother a bit as he kind of wishes to be part of the fun when he sees how the oldest plays with his younger siblings. He’s insecure though, thinks that after his previous behavior his brother won’t accept him anymore. He’s flustered and shocked when you do, still acts tsunderish but tries to express his gratitude as good as he can. He always comes to you when his mother has a psychotic fit and begs you with tears in his eyes to help her. Subaru listens well to his brother from a early point on, is also really protective though. He throws hands with anyone who says something bad about him.

Ruki Mukami

📘You’ve been with all of them since human years and as the oldest one you took the role of the protector and the emotional support. Those were tough years so all the boys grew attached to the oldest one since he was always there for them. When all of them were turned into half-blooded vampires, this all intensified. For Ruki for example his oldest brother is his personal idol and he believes that he can learn so much from him. He’s always had this admiration even during his human years for his charisma and courage. Chances are that he’s better educated due to his noble upbringing so he’s very proud of the fact that he can teach his older brother something too.

📘When they’re turned into vampires he doesn’t really care for the whole Adam and Eve thing but just wants to stay together with his older brother. An eternal life might be difficult but he’s convinced as long as he has you and his brothers and vice versa, all of you can live a happy life. He takes sort of an assistant role for his older brother too since he’s the most knowledgeable one. Ruki grows with time paranoid that his older brother will fall in love with someone and will start paying more attention to his partner so he’s doing his best to manipulate everyone he views as a threat. He won’t let his family fall apart again before his own eyes.

Kou Mukami

🎤Kou is very clingy around his oldest brother and a little attention-seeker too. He’s been used and abused during his life so it is new for him to have someone who is so fiercely protecting him, someone just like his oldest brother. It’s one of the main reasons Kou admires you so much though, you’re someone he can run too without having to fear for anything. You’re even there for him when he has his nightmares, comfort him and promise him to stay with him so nothing will hurt him, even in his dreams. When they’re nearly beaten to death, Kou is crying for his older brother to do something.

🎤He doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t want to be alone again and is in that moment willing to do anything to stay with all of his brothers. Karlheinz is the saving grace even if he just uses the dying boys. After that traumatic experience, Kou seemingly follows his oldest brother anywhere for a while as if that is his way of coping with the near-death experience. He doesn’t even have to talk with you, it’s enough for him if he’s just sitting near you even if you’re currently busy with something else. The nightmares stay with him and sometimes he still asks his brother if he can stay a bit with him in his room. Kou is quite popular because he’s a little Popstar but gets nasty and mean behind the scenes when one of his fans tries to get to know his brother.

Yuma Mukami

🌱Yuma is more rough at the beginning and seems to have the least respect for you despite you being the oldest boy under the five. She doesn’t matter to him though, if you want his respect you have to earn it through your actions. When the boy proves to Yuma with time that he’s loyal and ready to defend the other boys even if it means sustaining injuries, he earns Yuma’s respect. At one point Yuma finally starts calling him the oldest brother too, even if he’s a bit late in comparison to Ruki, Kou and Azusa. Yuma is most likely still the strongest though even if the oldest boy has his own tricks and skills, not to mention the most experience how to survive on the streets.

🌱His brother often steals food and seeks together with Ruki out hideouts where they can rest and sleep. Yuma most likely feels immense guilt after they nearly died and have become vampires, apologizes to his oldest brother for not having been able to save all of them back then. Even if his brother forgives him, Yuma needs a lot longer until he’s gotten somewhat over it. He starts seeking out to be stronger so something like that will never happen again. His garden is important to him and he feels pride bubbling up in his chest when his brother compliments the garden of his. Both brothers most likely end up spending a lot of time in the garden together.

Azusa Mukami

🔪Azusa is more shy and quiet yet one of the biggest problems for you as the oldest one is his masochistic and self-harming tendency. Azusa views pain as some sign of love and when he feels brotherly love for you, he wants you to hurt him. It’s strange that someone as young as you have to deal with such a problem yet you’ve faced more threatening situations than this one and Azusa is family to you. So you try to teach him, explain to him how love is supposed to work. The youngest boy is often protected and accompanied by his oldest sibling out of sheer protectiveness and worries that he might harm himself if his brother isn’t around.

🔪His shy nature is another thing to keep in mind, his oldest brother often has to ask him for his opinions on certain topics since Azusa is so quiet and just agrees with everyone else since he doesn’t want to risk any arguments. He becomes terribly pliant, always agrees with everything his oldest brother says and follows him around. At one point he even threatens and hurts others just to protect you like you always do with him. He sobs silently when he thinks that all of you are about to die, at the very least he doesn’t want you to die but also doesn’t want to be left alone either. He accepts Karlheinz’s offer in that moment without thinking much. Definitely the most clingy one from the brothers, Azusa has troubles being alone.

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So as a fan of indie animation, I've been so happy to watch the Lackadaisy backer kit raise a little over 2 MILLION DOLLARS to fund more work. That's awesome and I really enjoyed the pilot (and the comic) so I think they'll do good work

HOWEVER I noticed some weird drama getting stirred up on Twitter that seems to have gotten a bit tangled and frankly is really disappointing

So one of the Lackadaisy crew members I guess had been under a microscope for liking TERF-y rhetoric on Twitter and that was a whole thing. One of the leaders of the project is trans and they said they really think it was a misunderstanding/whatever. Of course people are still upset about it but I'm not sure how much the original person addressed it. I think that crew member was just retweeting a bunch of people that were defending her as not transphobic, not sure if she said anything particular in her defense

BUT THEN that same crew member also was weirdly catty towards Vivzie because when she tweeted about the Spindlehorse crew pooling towards a 5k backer tier for Lackadaisy, I guess Viv didn't include a direct link (although it was very clear what project it was).

Also I don't know how real these discord screenshots are but apparently that same Lackadaisy crew member was convinced Viv was only supporting the project to "get her claws in the credits."

AND THEN for whatever reason the Lackadaisy project rejected Viv/Spindlehorse's funding which Viv seemed confused about. One of the leaders of the Lackadaisy project gave this vague reason that Spindlehorse has done enough for indie animation but it's all really weird and feels rather unprofessional

I would hope they're not so blind to their friendship with their troublesome crew member that they'll stir up this weird unnecessary drama with Spindlehorse. Some Spindlehorse crew members said they felt really hurt by this behavior. It's not like Lackadaisy and Spindlehorse are fighting over a single spot on a network or something. . . they aren't rivals?? Idk

Like it's just so weird to me that yes, jesus, Viv is not perfect but so many people just seem to have it OUT for her I'm just genuinely confused

I'm going to go ahead and tag @topazdragoon since they were sending some asks about this as well but I was waiting to see if the situation would iron itself out.

The situation did not iron itself out.

But I'm just going to summarize my thoughts and observations on this whole situation with the following sentiment:

People who have the socioeconomic maturity of 13 year-olds should not be allowed to work in professional settings.

Because there should never have been this immature 'rivalry' between Hellaverse and Lackadaisy. The people working on the latter should have realize that 'hey, IanJQ was put under a microscope and nearly got cancelled for having a loli pic in his Twitter likes and he was a mainstream showrunner. How the fuck do you think people aren't going to look at your shite?'

When you apply for a job, especially in the creative sector, your sole responsibility from that point onward is presenting the project you're on in the best, SHINIEST fucking light like your breath depends on it.

'Starting incessant beef with creators I don't like' should be nowhere near that job-description.

And the fact that the latter team has had nothing but documented instances of someone on staff trying to start drama, someone on staff trying to start drama, someone on staff trying to start drama just shows that, despite dropping a technically sound pilot, I don't trust you guys with shit!

And the biggest signifier of this was the botching of Spindlehorse's donation to the Lackadaisy Kickstarter. 'Oh, I spoke to Viv about why we returned the donation in private', 'Oh, the BackerKit had a bad glitch', 'Oh, Viv only donated so she could have producer credit in another show!', 'Oh, we don't want the negative press from Hellaverse lingering around our show'.

Stop. Acting. Like. The Independent Animation Sector. Is Your Chance. To Relive. Your Middle School Drama Days.

If the situation was handled amicably in private, Viv wouldn't have posted the update about the donation being returned (even if the post she made was amicable). If the BackerKit had a bad glitch, you needed to fix it and remedy any understandings before it all burst into the spotlight. The donation was under Spindlehorse. Not just Viv, but multiple people from that team wanted to support another Indie project.

And, well, congratulations! Now you don't just have negative sentiments from the Hellaverse side of things, now you have to deal with the fact that, despite the Kickstarter being successful, when some people think of your bootlegger cat show, all they're going to think about are TERF-y middle schoolers.

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How do you think Reo would've treated Nagi if kunigirireo won the match and they picked him?

Good question 🤔 thank you for sending it over! I had fun playing around with the idea before I could come up with a response. I'm not too good at what if scenarios tho so take my thoughts on this with a grain of salt!

I think that winning Nagi back under those circumstances would exacerbate their miscommunication more than it would solve it, you know? Here's my reasoning for why.

A big factor in why Reo forgave Nagi in the NEL arc was not that Nagi chose him, per se, but that Nagi asked Reo along in Nagi's own dream. Reo's attitude until Nagi offers that is still fairly cold. He's not moved by Nagi needing him, or by his apologies, or by his compliments. It's specifically the fact that Nagi grew enough to develop his own aspirations, and that he wanted to share them with Reo just as much as Reo originally wanted to share his with Nagi. This, I believe, because Reo too matured enough in their time apart to recognize he basically forced his dream on Nagi instead of giving Nagi room to grow one on his own.

Now, if they were to reconcile before that development…

The main difference with the NEL arc is that it wouldn’t be Nagi asking Reo along, but once again Reo picking Nagi, and Nagi going with it. Of course, by this point Nagi at least has enough motivation to want to stay in blue lock, but flipping their positions to mirror their earlier stances negates the reciprocity that their bond had just acquired in the NEL arc.

It also wouldn’t fully assuage Reo’s insecurities, imho. On the one hand, Reo would likely feel vindicated. He won Nagi back from Isagi, thus proving to himself that he deserves to stay at Nagi’s side more. Proving it to Nagi is a whole other matter. For that, given Reo’s perfectionism and sky-high standards, he would want Nagi’s approval from the man himself (oblivious to the fact he had it all along). Even more so after a win. He would want to be sure Nagi prefers him over Isagi, at the very least. However, I doubt Nagi would be very receptive. Since from Nagi’s pov his partnership with Reo is a given, and he was never looking for a replacement, he would not rise to meet Reo’s need for validation.

So. They wouldn’t talk about it. Then I’d expect their soccer to get worse on top of that, too.

Reo would go back to relying on Nagi's genius, and without the threat of elimination and giving up on his dream he wouldn't feel as compelled to develop his chameleon style. And Nagi would go back to relying on Reo’s creativity and revert from the growth his playstyle just had with Isagi. So their monster combo would actually get worse, without their respective soccer growth factoring in.

my soccer meta on this: Nagi’s ego (or at least his motivation) isn't active but reactive. It sparks in response to a challenge that shakes off his boredom. Back in team V, Nagi was at his most apathetic when he was up against opponents much weaker than him and Reo combined, while his head was actually in the game when he met egoists that made him work for a victory. Isagi understood this side of him much better than Reo imho, what with them being the same in that respect. Nagi adapts well to Isagi's playstyle because Isagi is a monster constantly seeking stronger rivals to devour, and Nagis' ego thrives off that "excitement" too. Then, when he played with Isagi, Nagi was more involved in the game, more proactive. Whereas when he goes back to Reo, he mooches off Reo's own vision of a goal.

As for Reo, his real strengths lies in his dexterity as an allrounder and in his aptness at replicating highly specialized plays, both of which are skills he fully hones only to play a soccer that is at Nagi’s level of genius. With Nagi readily available, he would simply pass to him and never develop his chameleon style, the thing that drew Nagi back to him in the first place.

Basically, by relying on Nagi too much, Reo would open up the chance of making his own playstyle too “boring” to sate Nagi’s newfound soccer curiosity. And by reverting to the role of Reo’s right hand man, dulling his own genius and his spark for the game, Nagi would exacerbate Reo’s belief that Nagi only ever tried hard for Isagi, and thus that Reo’s inferior to him.

Of course, I might be wrong about this. Things could get better if Nagi still developed his dream of beating Isagi and if he still asked Reo along. But they could also get a lot worse if Reo misconstructed it as Nagi only having eyes for Isagi now, even after Reo “won him back”. With the added weight that without Reo’s chameleon style this time around, Nagi wouldn’t think their combo would be strong enough to beat his rival and thus wouldn’t seek Reo’s aid and prompt the conversation that leads up to their reconciliation

I hope this makes sense! and thanks again for sending me such an interesting question!

#blue lock #bllk thoughts #ali replies #nagireo #mikage reo #nagi seishirou

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A weird but curious question similar to one I asked you a long time ago about Outsiders with alignment subtypes that shift alignment, but since the Aeons are supposed to be more or less a cold, unfeeling cosmic collective consciousness/immune system, how do you think What would an Aon with personality would be like? (yes, like an actual individual personality, perhaps even with deep thoughts and feelings beyond his purposes and goals).

Asking this because, at least in my campaign, there is a case of an Aeon whose whole purpose for being summoned is to act as a persistent, free-willed, cosmic observer of certain creatures, but to observe and record the stories and adventures of the creatures he observes, he needed to understand them. He needs to be able to know what they feel and how they feel it, something in which a normal, cold Aon and calculating, it would not be totally good. At least I've played it as someone growing up; At first he was childish, impulsive and curious, but as he distanced himself and learned, he quickly became colder, more mature and wiser, but always referring to himself in plural forms ("we").

Weird question I know! But I would like to read your opinion and response anyway.

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This is a difficult answer, but not an impossible one. Aeons with so much as individual names are nearly nonexistent, with Concordance of Rivals describing them as though they were forces of nature or wind-up toys rather than individual creatures. Indeed, they essentially are; as you stated, aeons are shed by the Monad as an immune response to an imbalance in the cosmos (or an imbalance fated to occur), and when their duty is complete, they fade back into quintessence to rejoin their creator. Not exactly conducive to the development of individuality or a personality!

Even in cases where their mission takes many decades or centuries to complete, aeons rarely deviate from acting as they've been programmed, spend very little time interacting with other beings (one gets the sense that they communicate only out of obligation, rather than any desire), are incredibly difficult to communicate with due to their Envisaging ability, and are nearly impossible to reason with in any meaningful way.

They possess no society and no individuality. The one named aeon I recalled from the Extinction Curse Adventure Path was given a name by someone else, and its "personality" a mere anthropomorphized projection by that person, rather than the aeon itself having any part in it beyond accepting the name.

However, with the recent retcon revelation that axiomites and, thus, inevitables are themselves descended from aeons sent on a specific mission and grew into an independent society, it lends a lot to your proposed aeon gaining a name and personality for itself. Given enough time and with enough interactions with other beings, one could expect an aeon to change in the same way an emergent AI would if exposed to the same stimulus, with all the same qualities.

... In fact, as I type this with one hand and hold open Concordance of Rivals with the other and stroke my chin thoughtfully with the third, I believe describing aeons as programs, as well as cells, is also an apt summary. I've already called the Monad the "win32 of the multiverse," so it's not that much of a logical leap. I might have to make a second post about this, actually, because the comparison of aeons and machine-learning-AIs is hitting me like a ton of bricks.

#asks #alexvrex

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azureflame · 2 years

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If Only They Knew

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Yandere!Malleus x (Y/n) (gender neutral)

Word count: 1,722

Cw: Standard yandere content, forced marriage, isolation from friends, mental breakdown from (Y/n), kidnapping, manipulation, controlling & possessive behavior, spoiler for main story part 6

Note: I bear no responsibility for the content you are about to read. Minors, DNI!

Malleus tried to make the most of his nightly walks with (Y/n) since they only lasted for a short time.

The reason being? His dorm members, particularly Sebek & Silver, are always keeping an eye on him.

It would be erroneous, however, to assume that Malleus was wholly displeased by their efforts to protect him. He was amused seeing them protecting one of the world’s strongest mages.

Once the VDC was over, he thought about how to deepen his friendship with (Y/n). They were his only friend & he was certain he’d become lonely once more upon his return to the Valley of Thorns.

Such plans would sadly be interrupted by the arrival of the Charon division from S.T.Y.X.

To make matters worse, (Y/n) was nowhere to be found on campus. Knowing that searching for them would send his dorm into a state of panic, he could only hope they were ok.

After 2 agonizing days, (Y/n), along with Rook, Epel, Grim, Ortho, & the overblot sextet, have returned.

“Child of Man. Are you injured in any way” Malleus asked. He felt relieved once (Y/n) confirmed they were fine.

After the emotional reunion ended, Malleus pulled (Y/n) to the side & expressed his interest in spending more time with them. It would be a matter of time before the next major crisis occurred, after all.

Much to Malleus’s pleasure, nothing happened for a long while. Perhaps the Great 7 were generous enough to grant him his wish.

Much to Malleus’s displeasure, however, was that (Y/n) would still check up on the other students & staff members. This shouldn’t bother him because their kindness is a huge reason why he liked them. But it did & he needed to prevent these feelings from clouding his judgment.

After explaining his situation to Lilia, the vampiric faery suggested he helped his human throughout the day. “Why don’t you try assisting them in any way you can? The sooner their work for the day ends, the sooner the two of you can relax together.“

Malleus did exactly as he was told & was pleased by the results. At first he only learned a few of (Y/n)’s hobbies, but later on he became aware of their favorite foods, their values on life, etc. It was concerning how well he was able to memorize everything in such a short time.

One night, Lilia caught Malleus digging through his treasury & jokingly claimed that his charge was in love with the Ramshackle prefect.

The mere notion that Malleus desired for more than friendship had him flustered. Was he even in love with (Y/n)? If not, then why is he going through his treasury, something that contains jewels valuable to him?

He pondered for a while & came to the conclusion that he was in love with them.

Much to Lilia’s surprise, Malleus claimed that he’ll begin courting (Y/n). He warned him not to do so right away because he may frighten them. Maintaining their friendship as he always had been would be optimal, albeit time consuming. As for any potential rivals, simply making his presence known would be more than enough.

Malleus was confused by how much emphasis Lilia put on his last statement, but listened anyway. When he felt his relationship with (Y/n) had matured enough, he displayed more signs of affection ranging from (awkwardly) hugging them to lavishing them with expensive gifts. It was at this time he thought about confessing his feelings, but wasn’t sure how to properly word it.

One night, he asked (Y/n) if they had any plans after graduating from Night Raven College. Since they are not from this world, finding a place of residence & employment would be challenging, especially when they lacked any magical attributes.

As soon as (Y/n) said they were still looking for a new home, Malleus immediately offered them a place in his castle. After all, who wouldn’t wish to live in a castle with many servants at their beck & call?

Surprised by his change in attitude, (Y/n) asked what was going on.

Gently taking their hands into his, Malleus calmly stated that he desired more than friendship from them & asked if they felt the same.

The moment (Y/n) accepted his confession & invitation, Malleus’s heart fluttered. He was one step closer to securing a happy future with them. He just needed to ensure that no one could interfere with their relationship.

Suddenly, he realized that (Y/n) must learn about fae social & cultural norms. They were rather different from those of humans, so it was imperative to teach them lest they unknowingly incur the wrath of one of his court members down the line.

Every day after class ended, (Y/n) would arrive at the Diasomnia dorm for Lilia’s etiquette & history lessons.

(Y/n) took their additional studies seriously & got along with the Diasomnia dorm members. One day, they expressed their desire to see their friends again.

Malleus immediately sent a letter to his grandmother about his future spouse. Meanwhile, Lilia lengthened (Y/n)’s lessons while also having Silver & Sebek being their bodyguards.

It was at this point (Y/n) was fed up with everything & they confronted Malleus about it all.

He shamelessly revealed his true colors knowing he could still forcefully marry his Child of Man.

(Y/n) attempted to run away only for Malleus to immediately pull them into an embrace.

Malleus wiped their tears with his gloved hands while speaking to them with a soothing tone. When that failed to calm (Y/n) down, Malleus cast a weak sleeping spell on them. After carrying them back to his room, he proceeded to watch them sleep before falling asleep as well.

Ever since that day, (Y/n) rarely spoke & has never smiled. No amount of persuasion from anyone was able to successfully bring them out of their depression.

The final day of school had arrived & Malleus couldn’t be any more ecstatic. Even if (Y/n) could no longer attend Night Raven College, he could simply hire the best tutors from around the world to continue their education.

After a long discussion with his grandmother, Malleus contacted a noble fae family that could adopt (Y/n).

While the queen was pleased to see that her grandson found the love of his life, she stated that it was best for everyone to believe that (Y/n) came from a noble, wealthy family to quell any complaints about their true background.

Meanwhile, Lilia began the preparations for the wedding ceremony. The food & drinks, the attire, the wedding rings, it all had to be perfect.

On top of their etiquette & history lessons, (Y/n) would be busy with their wedding attire fitting & learning how to manage a court alongside Malleus. It was too much for them to handle. They wanted to scream & cry, but understood that no one would be able to help them nor would they care to do so. Everyone was only concerned about the happiness of their soon-to-be-king.

On the day of the wedding just hours before the ceremony, many servants were attending to (Y/n) to ensure their appearance was nothing short of exquisite. Before having any makeup applied to their face, (Y/n) drank a love potion just strong enough for them to endure the wedding. After all, they knew it would be unwise to upset Malleus on his special day.

Speaking of Malleus, he couldn’t be any more impatient to see his soon-to-be spouse in their wedding attire. Being warned about potentially delaying his wedding was enough for him to remain cooperative, however.

As numerous guests from all across the globe awaited for the royal couple to appear, beautiful orchestral music can be heard throughout the grandest cathedral in all the kingdom. They were chattering with excitement as they sat down on the pews & as more guests arrived.

Not too far from the cathedral were many citizens of the Valley of Thorns that have gathered to witness the momentous event. All of the best guards were summoned to ensure no one acted out of line.

Had the Valley of Thorns embraced modern technology like the rest of the world, there is no doubt that Malleus would have broadcasted this event. At the very least, his marriage with (Y/n) will be talked about by many for years to come.

Upon the arrival of Malleus, the music became serene & every guest inside the cathedral stood & watched as the soon-to-be king walked down the aisle.

No strand of hair stood out of place. No wrinkle on his clothes could be seen. It was as if he was a being created by the divine.

Shortly afterwards, (Y/n) entered the cathedral. All of the guests clapped in excitement while Malleus did his best to maintain his composure. He wanted to take them to a place far away from civilization, but he knew how selfish it would be for him to abandon his royal duties.

After the vows & rings were exchanged, Malleus & (Y/n) were declared to be officially married. Everyone cheered for them as they kissed each other.

At the reception hall, the royal couple were dancing to a few traditional songs, one of which being “Once Upon a Dream.” The way they looked at each other while dancing had everyone believing that they were just as in love with each other as Princess Aurora & Prince Philip were.

Once the wedding had ended, Malleus immediately took (Y/n) to a private resort for their honeymoon. It was at this moment that the latter broke down in tears.

Alarmed, Malleus asked his spouse what had upset them so greatly. He didn’t get an answer right away as they were too busy crying for a long, long while. Once (Y/n) had calmed down, he repeated his question.

Their response can be summarized to how they hated themselves for not noticing the red flags Malleus was showing to them.

Malleus chuckled, stating that it “would have only delayed the inevitable” before pulling them into a gentle embrace.

Had (Y/n) know about Malleus’s alarming behavior, they would’ve had just enough time to warn their friends about their inevitable disappearance. All they could do from now on was cling onto what little sanity they have left.

If only they knew…

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