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pommpuriinn · 25 days

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♬ ೃ࿔ ACT: PROMISE IN SEOUL

⋆˚synopsis˖°- highlights moment of all 3 seoul dates of Act: Promise!

tour outfits

꣑୧ even though the Joohyung’s calico cat look was short lived Joohyung brought a fresh dark look with her freshly black dyed hair and layered hair cut (ex: 1 & 2) along with her set of nails

soundcheck all 3 days

꣑୧ Joohyung was really happy seeing moa’s faces again all the anxiety washed away, and she was able to let loose and have fun with moas

꣑୧ “hello I’m Joohyung~” Joohyung was surprised with all the loud cheers she received. “Louder, Louder!” Taehyun wanted Joohyung to feel all the love. Joohyung got embarrassed and placed her hood over her head to hide her face, all the members laughed at Joohyung hiding her face

꣑୧ throughout soundcheck there was always at least one member just with Joohyung, both were singing and jumping around. Which moas found to be endearing because all the members want to do is protect Joohyung since she is still fragile

꣑୧ Joohyung would serenade different moas whenever it was her turn to sing making the poor moas freak out with Joohyung holding their hand and singing directly at them

꣑୧ moas would constantly ask if Joohyung was ok which Joohyung would quickly ensure them that she was ok, and to not worry

꣑୧ Joohyung would play with the maknaes almost missing her parts and the older members would have to remind her by jokingly yelling at her in through the mic

꣑୧ Joohyung loves answering the questions moas have prepared on little posters for ex: “who’s the prettiest girl in the world?” Joohyung read and instantly pointing at the moa, “you, of course.” Making the moa giddy

꣑୧ Joohyung sometimes will sit on one side of stage to save her energy for the actual concert, which sparked a conversation online about the state of Joohyung and how Hybe should let Joohyung rest instead of making her do the tour. (Of course they don’t know that Joohyung was the one who was forcing herself to do this, but she isn’t going to defend the company that never defends her or her members)

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day 1 hair/makeup

꣑୧ “I’m so nervous!” Joohyung was getting the jitters, while fixing her ear-in in the lift. “You got this noona.” Yeonjun rubs her back, reassuring her. “Thank you~” Joohyung cutely said, as she places her head on his shoulder.

꣑୧ as the lift was moving up the cheers got louder and Beomgyu saw Joohyung’s hands slightly shaky, so he intertwined their fingers together and smoothed circles around the top of her hand trying to calm her nerves

꣑୧ kicking the concert off with ‘Deja Vu’ was a bittersweet moment for Joohyung she hates how they have to start with an emotional song, but she loves this song dearly and she actually let a real tear out after her kick move and the camera zoomed in on her. Moas went crazy seeing her sparkling tear fall some even already started crying

꣑୧ “welcome to our Act: Promise tour!” Joohyung welcomed moas. “I’m so happy seeing moas again it’s been a minute, hasn’t it?” Moas and the members immediately agreed. “Noona you should do your greeting that you were practicing.” Taehyun called out. “Oh right! Noona do it, it’s so cute!” Kai egged on. Joohyung shakes her head ‘no’ feeling embarrassed again. “Joohyung, Joohyung, Joohyung!” Beomgyu started making everyone chant. “Ugh! Fine, I’ll do it this one time. Only once.” Joohyung cleared her throat before getting into position. “Hello I’m moa’s black cat Jooie nya~” Joohyung did the cat ears with her hands. The arena exploded with cheers, as Joohyung hid behind Soobin who was cooing at how cute Joohyung is

꣑୧ during ‘love song’ Joohyung didn’t want to cry again, so she would blink her tears away. It was hard whenever Beomgyu would look directly at into her eyes while both were singing ‘say you love me, say you love me til the end of the world all of nothing, I want all of you’

꣑୧ while the group was performing the Korean traditional version of ‘SRR’ and ‘farewell, Neverland Joohyung looked so eternal with the confetti falling on her

꣑୧ definitely during ‘magic’ is when Joohyung started loosing steam fast, she was still trying to give 110% but she felt her body shutting down. Joohyung kept it together on the outside, but on the inside she started freaking out

꣑୧ after ‘magic’ it was time for a ment Joohyung immediately headed to grab a water bottle and started drinking it slowly. The lights on them wasn’t helping Joohyung calm down, and Soobin saw Joohyung chest raising up and down quickly meaning she was getting a panic attack. Soobin stood in front of Joohyung and hugged her, he wanted to block everyone from watching Joohyung struggle

꣑୧ “soo-soobin.” Joohyung whined, while hugging him. “It’s ok noona. Take your time.” Soobin caresses Joohyung’s back. Even while Beomgyu was talking he was holding Joohyung’s hand who was still holding on to Soobin

꣑୧ moas finally got to see ‘the killa’ which did not disappoint. Moas couldn’t get over the move where Joohyung runs her hands down Soobin and Yeonjun’s chest while seductively looking at the camera

꣑୧ doing the ‘tinnitus’ dance break in Joohyung’s state was probably the hardest thing to do since right now she fell to her knees when the lights went out

꣑୧ finally everyone got to sit down for ‘dreamer’ which a viral moment of Joohyung came to be because when it was her part (1:39-1:55) and she sang ‘let me break it down for you’ she lay down on the platform and the camera right above her slowly zoomed in while she sang her lines. All the moas there ‘awe’ in Joohyung’s visuals

꣑୧ it was the final ment of the night and Joohyung was listening carefully to all the members’ ment. “Thank you, and let’s finally hear from our beloved noona.” Taehyun finished, and moved the attention to Joohyung. “Um…I feel bad that moa didn’t see a good side of me today.” Moa strongly disagreed with Joohyung. “Thank you, but I truly didn’t do my best-” Joohyung chocked up a bit feeling as if she continued the tears would be running down her face. The members started comforting Joohyung, “Noona did the best she can, and she shouldn’t feel disappointed.” Kai patted her head affectionately

day 2 hair/makeup

꣑୧ Joohyung didn’t let the first day bring her down, she continued having a fun time and tried not to focus to much on doing everything perfect

꣑୧ as they were performing ‘ghosting’ Joohyung was having a hard time with her confetti canon, and just before she was going to put it down the canon set off scaring her along with the moas in front of her

꣑୧ ‘TCHFTG’ was a moment that Joohyung has felt the happiest in such a long time, just swinging the red towel around and having fun with her members while singing their hearts out really healed Joohyung in a way

꣑୧ moas loved Joohyung’s dark makeup with her slick back bun showcasing her small head, her whole vibe went so well while they were performing ‘puma’ to ‘growing pain’

꣑୧ her and Yeonjun’s high note during ‘growing pain’ and both giving each other a smirk knowing they fucking killed it

꣑୧ during their ment Joohyung was copying Kai during ‘growing pain’ making everyone laugh because of her spot on impression

꣑୧ despite seeing Joohyung sometimes bending down to catch her breath the members were happy seeing Joohyung more lively today than how she has been in the previous days

꣑୧ after performing ‘ISUTT’ both Soobin and Joohyung looked a bit sick making more moas concern again and angry at Hybe for their poor treatment towards the members

꣑୧ during ‘magic island’ Joohyung was watching Soobin and Beomgyu making each other laugh causing her to laugh into her mic startling the members including herself, with the way she was holding her mic it was close to her mouth which caught the sound of her laugh

day 3 hair/makeup

꣑୧ Joohyung was relief that she actually made it all 3 days and she could definitely feel the tiredness all over her body, but she wanted to pull through for moa and her members

꣑୧ “don’t push yourself too much Joohyung-ah.” Yeonjun lightly warned her, seeing how much she was panting. “I’m ok, I’m ok.” Joohyung quickly said before hearing ‘Chasing the feeling’ playing in her ear-in

꣑୧ “noona looks so cute today right moa?” The arena filled with cheers, as the big screen showed Joohyung with her pigtails and baby bangs. “Stop it~” Joohyung playfully punched Beomgyu, who was laughing at her cuteness

꣑୧ as moas were singing to ‘Blue Spring’ Joohyung was making sure to just stood there and take in the moment. She was scanning all around arena fill with moa with a endearing smile on her lips

꣑୧ during ‘tinnitus’ Joohyung cheekily lift up her shirt along with Taehyun making moas almost get a nose bleed with how tone the two members are

꣑୧ more JooTae moments is when they both did the raw high note to ‘GBGB’ that you can only really hear in the mv teaser

꣑୧ finally singing ‘skipping stones’ in person made Joohyung’s night, moas found it really cute because Joohyung was smiling while singing her lines

꣑୧ “woah noona and Yeonjun hyung looked like the cat on the Han river!” Kai said, as he watched the two run past him and jumping to the other side to make sure they thank and wave ‘bye’ at moas

send off all 3 days

꣑୧ “ah! Unnie you’re so beautiful! Pictures don’t do you justice, ah shit!” Joohyung was laughing at the moa freaking out about her beauty. “Thank you so much~”

꣑୧ Joohyung was making sure to sign every single thing moas were handing her while also thanking moa for coming along with holding their hand, and making eye contact

꣑୧ the start of Joohyung’s 0.5 pictures because she looks like a cutie pie

꣑୧ Joohyung didn’t follow the rule of Samsungs phones only and when it was a moa with an iPhone Joohyung would pose really close to the moa, and would hold the phone cover anything that would indicate that it was an iPhone

꣑୧ moas were always asking and telling Joohyung to ‘make sure you gets lots of rest’, ‘please don’t get sick Joohyung’, ‘you’re not sick right unnie?’ Joohyung could really feel how concerned they were for her

꣑୧ even though they couldn’t accept gifts Joohyung was still taking some gifts that moa handmade for her

꣑୧ “unnie can you do special greeting like in day 1?” A moa asked, and even though Joohyung said she will never do it again she didn’t have the heart to deny moa. “Ok, hi I’m moa’s black cat Jooie nya~” Joohyung covered her face in embarrassment

꣑୧ Joohyung’s popipopi version was made

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #kpop female oc #txt female addition

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ikeromantic · 15 days

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Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 5

Thank you again to @otomedad for this fantastic idea ^_^ This one has Kennyo, Motonari, and Kicho! Approx. 2300 words of tattoo and MC appreciation!

Kennyo

Kennyo stops, his mouth opening and then closing again. It isn’t often that you get to see the abbot at a loss for words. You file the expression away to savor later.

“What is it,” you ask, gentle laughter in your voice. You know what it is, of course. Though you hadn’t expected quite this reaction. It’s really quite precious.

“Is that -” His gravelly voice gives out and he takes a moment to clear his throat. “Is that a buddha?” He gestures to your bare shoulder.

You glance at the tattoo and suppress a grin. “Oh! No, this is a portrait of my auntie.”

Kennyo’s eyebrows rise and a small divot forms in between. “Your auntie?”

The image is clearly an Amitābha Buddha surrounded by the petals of a lotus flower. While you aren’t the type to randomly tattoo religious iconography, the buddha always meant something special to you. Seeing your ink brings back memories of copying out sutras and meditating with your grandmother. The peace and serenity, the promise of better things . . . but you can’t help yourself teasing the abbot.

“Mmm. Did I say auntie? Maybe it’s my uncle. What do you think?” You look back at him, entertained by the series of emotions crossing his face. Some find Kennyo hard to read, but you’ve learned his little quirks. The slight shift of his lips or brows, the depths of his grey eyes.

Kennyo crosses the distance between you and peers at your tattoo closely. His eyelashes brush your skin just a breath before his lips follow. “I think you’re teasing me. Wicked woman.” The air between you thickens with tension from the intensity of his gaze and the subtle humor in his voice.

“Wicked?” You turn to face him, your eyes wide and pretending at innocence.

His eyes crinkle at the corners from the wide smile that lights up his harsh features and turns them soft and kind. “You mock me.”

Your cheeks grow warm under his regard. The gentle admonition of his words leaves you feeling a tiny bit guilty. “Ok, yes. It’s not a family member.” You look away, trying to think of how best to explain the tattoo, what it means to you. Why you got it done. Honest expression is hard, especially with someone like Kennyo.

His rough thumb brushes your cheek. “You need not explain yourself.” His fingertips drift along the curve of your neck to brush the inked skin of your shoulder. “It is beautiful. Unexpected. Like you.”

You cannot help the shiver of pleasure that runs through you at his touch. He is so decently indecent that it is maddening. “I want you to understand though,” you reply, and pull yourself together. “I got it a few years after my grandmother died. She - she wouldn’t have approved of a tattoo but . . . I wanted something special. A way to remember her, and the things she brought to my life. Faith and peace and . . . just that feeling I would get, at the temple with her.”

Kennyo nods, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Admirable intent.”

“Do you really like it?” You can’t help the way your insecurity infects your words. You don’t often open up to anyone, preferring to deflect and joke.

“I do. Though I wonder if it is heretical to find you so . . . intoxicating.”

You glance over your shoulder to meet his gaze. The heat in his eyes sends another shiver through you. “I should probably -” you gesture toward the door and all the work awaiting both of you on the other side.

“Probably,” he agrees, pulling you into his arms.

Motonari

Your head breaks the surface of the water with a splash. You splutter and gag, spitting out the salty taste of the sea as you try to get your bearings. None of which is helped by the smirking laughter of a certain pirate as he bobs in the water nearby.

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter, glaring at him from under the ruins of your wet hair. The weight of your wet kimono is pulling you down, so you wriggle out of it.

Motonari grabs your floating clothes. “Don’t much care how you feel right now, princess. We gotta swim to shore.”

“Obviously,” you huff. “But I’m pretty sure we could have taken one of your little boats. You didn’t have to throw me overboard.”

He chuckles. “‘Course not. That part was for fun.”

You sigh, realizing your glare is getting you nowhere. “Fine.” You start for shore with Motonari at your side. Despite saying he didn’t care, you can feel his gaze on you as he stays by your side until your feet touch the sand. And once you arrive, he guides you over to a shady spot to rest.

“Have a sip o’ this.” Motonari holds out a flask.

“What is it?” You reach for the proffered drink. “Rum?” Afterall, pirates drink rum, right?

“Aguardente de medronho. Try it.”

Just as your hand reaches the flask, Motonari grabs your arm, gloved fingers wrapping around your wrist. “What’s that, princess?”

You instinctively pull back, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he turns your arm to look at the inner side. You realize he must have noticed your tattoo, small as it is. There at the crook of your elbow is a line in the shape of a wave. Easy to overlook, as you intended. Something for you, not to share.

“Would you let go?” You pull again, but to no avail.

Motonari squints at the design, leaning close. “Didja steal something and get caught?”

“What? No!” You can’t help the horrified expression on your face. “I’m not a criminal!”

His gloved fingertip traces the delicate lines and whorls of the wave. The sensation is oddly intimate, and you feel a rush of unexpected warmth. “Nothin’ wrong with being a thief. It’s the getting caught part. Disappointin’.”

“Motonari! I didn’t get caught. I paid for that tattoo. On purpose. From an artist!”

He turns his head to regard your expression, a playful smirk hiding in the corners of his lips. You realize right then that he’s teasing you. “Huh. I’m tempted to believe ya. Your head’s too full of flowers to be a criminal mind.”

You find yourself pulled into his garnet gaze, unable to look away. He’s so close, and you are suddenly very aware of how little clothing you have on, and how little it conceals when its sopping wet. You are half naked on a beach with a mad pirate that thinks he owns you. And instead of being afraid or angry, you are enjoying the banter.

“What’s the matter? All them flowers getting in the way of talking?” The smirk breaks free, turning into a broad, carefree smile.

“N-no!” You take a breath and look away. “Just trying to find the smallest words I can use to explain a tattoo to you.”

Motonari laughs again, the sound a pleasant and low. “I’ve seen plenty of tattoos. Just never one on a woman.”

“Well, where I come from it’s not uncommon.” You glance back at him and realize he hasn’t moved. If anything, he seems even closer now.

“Huh. So why’d you get one?”

You nod, trying to gather your thoughts. Motonari is so frustratingly distracting. It isn’t fair that he is so pretty. And to be honest, you’d rather think about that than explain your tattoo. But he asked.

“I . . . umm. I went through some rough times. Me and my dad. There were times after mom died that I - I felt like we would never be happy. That -” You swallow, remembering the feelings of helplessness. The sense that there was no point to anything. Waking up and just wishing you were still asleep because it hurt to be awake.

Motonari’s thumb strokes the side of your arm, far more gentle a gesture than you would have expected from the brash pirate.

“A-anyway, I wanted to remind myself that storms come and go. Something small and just for me, that I would always have. So I could look at it when I feel hopeless and just remember that this will pass and things will get better.” You clear your throat, trying to pretend telling him this is no big deal. Hoping the dampness in your eyes doesn’t give you away.

“Huh.”

You catch his gaze again and there is something unexpectedly soft in the scarlet depths of his eyes. The smirk has fallen away, and his lips part as if he is about to speak. Instead, Motonari lets out a slow breath, and then he looks away. For a long moment, neither of you says anything.

There is tension in the silence between you, but also a sense of comfort. A few breaths to give you a chance to get a hold of your emotions. To relax, held closer to the pirate captain than ever before.

“So . . . anyway, umm, should we keep moving?” You swallow, hoping to move on to a less emotional topic.

He lets go of you and takes a swig from the flask. “To gettin’ through storms.” He holds it out to you and this time you take it.

The liquor heats on its way down your throat, the slight bitterness lingering on your tongue.

Kicho

“Aaah!” You let out a surprised shout as your door slides open. Your kimono is only half on and it’s still dark outside your shuttered windows. You struggle to pull it on as you turn around to see who invaded your room at this ungodly hour.

Kicho stands in the doorway, his light green eyes almost glowing in the dim lantern light. His jaw is set in a familiar frown, though you aren’t sure why.

“Sorry for shouting,” you murmur, trying to quickly tie your kimono shut.

He ignores your apology. “Is that a tattoo?”

You blink, confused for a moment before you realize he must have spotted the ink on your shoulder blades. “Oh. Umm. I’m not a criminal or anything.” You swallow, feeling the full force of his regard as he crosses the room to close in on you.

“I did not suggest you were. Yet.” He raises one, perfectly arched brow. “Let me see it.”

You nod, realizing a refusal would not look good about now. “So, if I can ask, why did you come to get me? Do you . . . normally wake the maids?”

His response is a soft, impatient sniff. A dismissal of your question as silly. “Stop delaying.”

With a sigh, you lower the back of your kimono again to show your upper back. Three sunflowers cluster just below the nape of your neck, spreading their bright petals over your shoulder blades. “See? Clearly not irezumi kei.” You start to pull your kimono back up, but his cool hand on your shoulder stops you.

“These are . . . I haven’t seen tattoos like this since -” You feel the brush of his hand along your spine, and the accompanying shiver isn’t from the cold.

“They are common where I’m from. More or less.” You turn your head to see his expression. Is he suspicious, you wonder. But his gaze is softer than you’ve seen since coming to his manor, his lips curved in a smile more sensual than cynical.

Kicho’s hand rests between your shoulders as if trying to grasp the inked blossom. “And where is that? There is no village with a horishi so skilled.” His eyes snap to yours, the gentleness gone behind an icy wall.

You can’t tell him the truth, but a lie might get you in as much trouble. “It’s, umm, I . . .” Panicked, you try to look away to give yourself a moment to think.

His other hand catches your chin, holding your head still. “Where?”

“I - I told you before. A small village. It’s not important. I didn’t get it there. A nanban trader did it for me here, in Sakai. Because I - I saw one like it and I thought it was pretty.” You swallow, unsure if he’ll buy it.

Kicho’s eyes narrow as he studies your expression. “A nanban trader?”

You realize that you need to say something to derail this line of questioning. Your eyes go wide. “Does it look bad? I was so worried and since it’s on my back . . . but I thought . . .” Your panic helps bring a damp teariness to your eyes and a genuine worry to your voice.

“It -” He looks down at the tattoo again. “It is very lovely. On you.” His voice carries an unexpected gentleness, and you feel the touch of his finger tracing the line of your jaw. “Lovely.”

The touch and his words bring heat to your face, and you feel your pulse take off at a gallop. You remind yourself again that Kicho is the enemy, but it’s hard to keep that at the forefront of your thoughts in this oddly intimate moment. “Thank you.”

“Why did you get this? Merely for the look of it?”

You didn’t particularly want to have this discussion, but he’s asked and you see no harm in admitting the reason. “Well . . . someone told me this flower means admiration. And that three of them together are a - a confession. Of love.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you speak, though you aren’t sure if it’s because of how close he is, or what you’re saying. “The colors and type of sunflowers give them additional layers of meaning but . . . I got them to remind myself I am loved. And that I love myself.”

“You are . . . a strange woman,” he says after a moment. “And we are late. Finish dressing and meet me at the entrance.” Despite the sharp words, he seems reluctant to let you go, only doing so when you step away.

“I’ll see you there? It won’t take me a minute.” You hurriedly pull up the kimono and finish tying it off.

He nods, still focused intently on you. “Don’t dally.” His gaze flits to your now covered ink. “And don’t be ashamed of something you should that has such meaning and beauty.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen kennyo #ikesen motonari #ikesen kicho #fanfiction #otome #fanfic #otome guys #fluff

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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Could I request Gojo's wife feeding him her homemade desserts only for the main trio to walk in on them?

“It’s so nice of you to come visit me at work [Y/N]-chan.” Satoru cooed as you set out plates from the little picnic basket you had packed for the two of you.

You giggled. “You’re never going to stop calling me ‘-chan’ are you?” Despite being a woman, and married for several years.

“Nope!” Satoru confirmed with a grin. “Because you’re still cute, and you’ll always be my cute [Y/N]-chan.” You giggle again.

“Well, thank you Satoru-kun. Honestly it’s just nice to hear you call me anything at all. You’ve been so busy lately.”

“The life of the strongest and world’s greatest teacher.” He faux bemoaned. “These days, it seems to be one crisis after another. We’re all just sifting from one disaster to the next.”

“Optimistic Satoru.” You tell him. “But, at least we have sometime now.” Even if it was just his lunch break. “And, I made you something.”

“Pecan tarts!”

An American dish that Satoru was fond of. Probably because it was more brown sugar & butter than pecans. The weren’t a popular dish in Japan though. So it wasn’t like the rest of his sweets he could just pick up en mass whenever he wanted. They had to be made special.

“You always take such good care of me [Y/N]-chan.” Satoru cheered with a grin. Already helping himself to the tarts.

“At least try to each a vegetable too.” You encourage as you offer him a some of the cold vegetable salad you made as well.

Satoru grumbled, but took a couple pieces for his plate anyway.

“Gojo-sensei, have you seen….?” The sound of Megumi’s voice broke out, before he just let himself in, came over the quiet of their lunch. “Oh. Hello [Y/N]-san.”

“Hello Megumi.”

“What is it Megumi-kun?” Satoru asked. Sounding like his usual cheerful self, but you could tell it was strained.

“Mai-senpai was looking for her jian, Coiled Viper? She said you borrowed it.”

“Why would I need her sword?” The older man asked. Clearly offended in thinking he would need a physical weapon to do anything. He was the weapon. “Go check the supply closet. Maybe someone put it there with the rest of the training gear.”

Megumi nodded once. Then apologized with his goodbye, before he let himself back out. “He’s still a good kid.”

“He’s ok.” Satoru agreed.

He tried to return to his tarts and his wife when the door flung opened again. “Gojo-sensei! You need to tell those idiots to stay out of my closet!”

“What now?” Satoru asked. His voice getting more strained.

“Those perverts went through my closet!”

“How do you know they went through your closet Nobara-chan?”

“Because all of my stuff was moved around and one of my skirts was missing!”

Satoru sighed and turned back to his lunch. “That wasn’t them.”

“Who could it have been then?!”

“Not them, that’s all.”

“How could you know that?! If it wasn’t them, then who could have gone through my stuff!”

“Because it was me ok! I borrowed it for a joke.”

“Satoru!” You hiss. To which he sighed.

He then promised to replace it, and anything else she wanted, if she would just stop yelling and leave him alone. Nobara huffed but still turned on her heels and left. “What?!” Satoru snapped. Feeling your piercing gaze. “It was just a joke.”

“…pervert…” You mutter before sipping your tea. Satoru sighed again.

“Look, I’m sorry. I get it was childish and dumb, but we were just playing around. Don’t be mad at me. We haven’t spent a lot of time together and I don’t want to mess it up.”

It was your turn to sigh before you nodded. “Ok.” You supposed he was right.

Satoru smiled, then leaned over the table to give you a kiss. One that almost made it, until the door opened again. “Gojo-sensei—"

“What?! What is it now?!”

Yuji stood at the door, startled like a deer at his teacher’s outburst. “I uh…sorry…I’ll just go ask someone else. Sorry.”

He carefully closed the door and Satoru hung his head in defeat. “Damnit.”

“You shouldn’t have yelled at him.”

“I know.” He agreed as he sat back down. “I guess I’ll have to apologize to him too.”

“It seems a little crowded here today.” You tell him. Packing up the lunch, which had been barely picked over, and handed it to Satoru. “Try to eat something later and I’ll see you when you get home. I’ll stay up.”

“It might be really late.”

“I’ll get an iced coffee.”

Satoru smirked, then leaned up to give you a kiss as you pass. “Give Yuji one of the tarts. He’ll like them.”

“But then there will be less for me.” He bemoaned. “Alright, alright! Don’t look at me that way. I’m a good teacher, I swear!”

“I know you are darling.”

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star-girl69 · 2 years

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I really enjoy your stories' vibes and writing style, very good job! Would you mind writing about Aemond caring for a sick reader? Something like food poisoning, stomach bug, shivering, for a gender-neutral reader? It's okay if you won't!

ok i went a little off ask here but still aemond is taking care of a sick reader and there’s some bonus like protective!aemond and just very fluffy i hope you all enjoy!

also i’m sorry this is probably the worst thing i’ve ever written lmao 😭

warning: mentions of food and wine and mentions of being sick, *look to the ask above

You Make It Better

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A Targaryen feast was something renowned in the Seven Kingdoms. Every lord and lady jumped at the chance to be invited to one. The food was always piled higher than they could ever imagine, the music and dancing seemed to never stop.

It was the anniversary of Aegon officially declaring himself King of the Seven Kingdoms. This was to be celebrated on a grand scale.

As a member of the royal family, and Aemond’s partner in marriage, you had been assigned along with your mother and sister to oversee the decorations. It had taken many weeks to get this feast to perfection, and you had smiled all night, proud of your labor finally coming to fruition.

You had even gone to sleep with a smile, ignoring the ache in your stomach. You had probably ate too much.

—-

“My love?” You heard Aemond’s voice from the bed. You couldn’t answer. Sometime in the night, you had woken up in pain. You had moved to the window, opening it. You figured some fresh air would do you good. It did not. You heard Aemond sigh when he found you. “My love, there you are.” He must have noticed your pale complexion, the look on your face, because he got out of bed and walked over to you. He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t feel good.” You had been shaking and shivering all night, and your legs felt too weak to stand.

“Come back to bed. I’ll call the maesters.” You smiled weakly.

“My legs feel shaky. I’m not sure I can.” He smirked that ridiculous smirk of his.

“Well, I’ll help you, of course.” You rolled your eyes and watched as he bent down, putting your arm around his shoulders. One of his circled around your waist, and you made it to the end without much problems. He frowned, again. “You’re shivering,”

“Will you lay with me?”

“Of course, my love, but let me-”

“Lay with me.”

He smirked. “How needy.”

You scoffed and rolled to the other side. He circled around the bed, leaning in front of you, smiling. You realized there was no escape, simply sighing with a smile.

“I’ll be right back. Just let me call the maesters, yeah?” You nodded, reluctantly. He left, and you watched the door for his arrival.

Aemond had this fascinating way of just making everything better. Even if he was just near you, his presence helped wonders no matter what ailed you.

He came back a few minutes later with the maester, and sat next to you on the bed, looking nervous. But Aemond was always so strong, you figured you must be seeing things. The maester greeted you, putting his palm to your hand. He touched your stomach, did more maester-y things you just complied with.

“I believe Y/N has food poisoning, Your Grace.”

“Someone poisoned my beloved?”

“Uh-“

He turned to you, quickly, grabbing your hands. “I will kill whoever has done to to you. I will revenge you.”

You placed a hand on his face. Barely containing your laugh, you spoke. “My love, no one poisoned me.”

“Prince Aemond,” The maester interrupted, and Aemond turned to him. “I only mean that they simply ate something that did not agree with them. No poison, I promise.”

“Oh.”

He was blushing, and you found it adorable.

“L-leave us.” The maester bowed, small smile on his face.

“Thank you!” You called as the door shut behind him.

“That was embarrassing.”

“No, my love, it was sweet. I promise.” He laid next to you, pressing his head to your chest. “Very chivalrous of you.”

“Am I your knight in shining armor?”

“Oh, of course.”

For the rest of the day and the next, Aemond did not let you move a muscle. It was slightly annoying, but you knew it only came from a place of love. Each night, he held you and showered you with love, wrapping furs around you as you shook.

He whispered how strong you were, how much he loved you, how you had dragonfire inside of you and would beat this in no time.

And, with Aemond by your side, you recovered quickly. He did have a way of making everything better.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Date gone wrong : Jason Todd x plus-size fem!reader part 2

part 1

Y/N rushed out of the cave and back into her room with the speed no one would even dare to suspect her of having. Tim could barely keep up with her and he was the Robin. Much more trained than her. The second the girl reached her bedroom she fell onto the soft sheets groaning in frustration and the pillow did little to muffle it.

“Y/N….” Tim approached her slowly, not having enough courage to sit beside

“You know Tim, sometimes I hate your brothers.”

“Tell me about it. Dick and Jason can be a pain in the ass each but when they are together….” Tim shook his head, understanding her perfectly “for what it’s worth I’m sorry I started this.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s not your fault at all.”

“So….. you’re not sad? You acted pretty shaken out there. I mean, there are still signs of tears on your face.”

“Please” she rolled her eyes and propped herself on the elbow to face the middle Wayne. “It was an act. I was really hoping this would stop them from reading. You did not hear it from me, but tears are sometimes woman’s last resort. Most man get bemused with the sight of it and give up whatever reason caused them. Of course I should have known this wouldn’t work for your brothers.”

“Probably. But you know, it’s ok to be hurt. There is nothing wrong with it.” Tim finally sat on the bed next to his friend.

“I know. And I was. But it was long time ago, you know. I came to terms with the fact that I’m not the girl who can be the object of interests. And it’s fine. Or maybe not. I mean there are worse and better days, but I’m handling them. I’d rather focus on how I act and behave and my character than reminiscent all the hard words from the past.”

“Some people in this family could really take example from you.”

“Hush!” Y/N smiled and put a hand over Tim’s mouth “the walls have ears, let’s not give away any names.”

“As you wish. You know, Y/N, I know first handed that being laughed at, mocked and pointed because of who you are sucks. But the world is full of assholes and …. “ he hesitated

“What?”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say it” Tim rubbed his forehead “but in this case the “fuck them” attitude helps. You just do your thing and people who are really worth a place in your life will appear. “

“How’s Bernard doing, Tim?”

“I… um…. What?”

“Oh, you are blushing. That is just so cute.”

“I’m not…. This is not about…..”

“Hey, relax. I’m the last one who will tease you about it. You two are really good together and you deserve all the best in the world Tim. Don’t worry about me. I’m….. good with my life. Especially since I have a friend like you.” she looked straight into his face “Thank you, Tim. You never fail to make me feel better.”

“Likewise, Y/N” Tim smirked, a crazy plan already forming inside his head “and speaking of friends, Bernard has one friend that I think you would like to meet and…..”

“Oh, damn it!”

***

“Remind me again, why did I agree to this?”

“Cause you could not resist my proposition.”

“Sure, if you can even call it proposition.” she hissed “blind double date. I can’t believe it. It’s like going back in time.”

“This time it will be so much better, I promise.”

“I trust you with this, Tim. But I don’t really have high hopes. I told you, I’m not Miss America, just the girl next door and that is not…..”

“Hush! Stop it! You look amazing and are a wonderful person and if you can’t see it yourself I’m gonna help you get to the point where you respect yourself and …..”

“Tim?”

“Yes?”

“Did you notice that our friendship is mostly based on assuring each other that we have value outside of work and the things we do? It’s like we are constantly trying to prove each other we deserve good things.”

“The difference is, you were a bit more successful with that than me.”

“Just a bit?” Y/N raised an eyebrow in disbelief

“Let me return the favor, Y/N. Let me …. Oh, there they are.” The boy turned towards the direction of two man walking across the street towards them.

“Hello Tim.” Bernard came closer and smiled at his boyfriend “Y/N.”

“Hey Bernard. Nice to see you again.”

“Been too long, right? Tim is always so secretive when it comes to his family it seems like I’m being left out. “

“I’m sure he told you enough to get me inside this situation.”

“Right.” Bernard chucked “speaking of that I’d like you to meet Tyler, Y/N. Where is ……?”

“I’m here, I’m here. Sorry, got an emergency call at the hospital and just could not …..”

“Tyler is a doctor!” Bernard interrupted the explanation “he’s very devoted to his work but thankfully, still made it on time. Tyler, this is Y/N, the girl I told you about.”

“Hello, miss Y/N. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you.”

“Um…. Thank you?” that was new for her. She was rather used to being judged for her curves and outlook, but this one here seemed like a really nice guy, who saw more than just the way she looked like.

“Bernard told me you work in tech industry?”

“Not exactly. I have wide knowledge on the subject but I write a column about it for a newspaper rather than invent anything myself and …..”

“With her brain she could be the best pioneer in the state…..”

“Tim!” Y/N hissed trying to make his stop

“But she refused an offer from the Wayne Enterprises saying this would be bad for her objectivity….”

“Really?” Tyler eyed her carefully and she involuntarily blushed under his gaze “This must have taken a hell lot of guts. Saying no to Wayne? I would love to hear more.”

“Shall we then?” Bernard took Tim’s arm and lead the way to the café the four friends were supposed to spend the evening.

*** meanwhile, at the batcave Jason was sitting in front of the computer searching for the information that would be of use to him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dick finally got to him, relieved his younger brother did not do anything stupid or crazy. Yet.

“I told you, I’m going to make it right.”

“By trawling Y/N’s bad dates from three years ago?!”

“Yes.”

“And then what? Beat them to death? Jason, come on, are you completely insane?!”

“They made a grave mistake of making her feel bad about herself. A one-time mistake.”

“I wonder why are you more bothered by it than she was. If I didn’t know you, I would say you care about ….”

“what? no.” Jay snorted “I just like a good fight that’s it. And it’s enough of a reason.”

“Since when do you need reason, Jaybrid?” Dick smirked and Jason finally turned from the screen to face his brother.

“Drop it, Dickhead.”

“Ok, fine, relax, I’m just saying that maybe there’s more to it then you think….”

“No girl would be disrespected if I can do anything about it! It’s not about Y/n! It’s about making sure that women in this fucking city can feel safe and not abused by some shitheads like those guys she met with. After I’m done with them, they would never say a bad word about any female ever!”

“Calm down, Jay. You don’t know about them. Maybe they have changed? Maybe there’s no need to get this violent and …..”

“I hate your attitude, Grayson. Take a look at this.” Jason pointed towards the screen “I managed to locate seven of the men she wrote about…..”

“What?! How!? Please don’t tell me you dragged Babs into this mess?”

“I joined voluntarily. “ familiar sound of wheelchair echoed through the cave and a few seconds later Barbara Gordon herself came into view “Hi, Dick.”

“I can’t believe it. “ Dick shook his head “This must me some crazy dream. You two working together?!”

“He has a point with this safety for woman rhetoric. Not every girl can protect herself like me or Steph or Cass of even Y/N. So if that means some men have to be taught a lesson I’m more than glad to participate. “

“I can’t…..”

“Ekhem.” Jason coughed impatiently cutting the exchange of words between Dick and Babs “As I was saying we managed to find some information about those guys. Seems like your arguments of their change and becoming better fails here, Dickhead. Just take a look yourself.

Dick sighed deeply and involuntarily raised his head to examine the findings.

“Wait. This is what you found?!”

Photos and extracts of newspaper titles were gleaming on the screen. Some of them coveting the subject of girls being used and dragged into brothels, some other about violent men beating their girlfriends, other about murder attempts.

“I don; think that is anything new in Gotham, but fine. I’ll help you.”

“No one asked you to, Grayson! Stay out of my way!”

“I can’t let you lose, Jay. You will wreak havoc on them.”

“That’s the whole point!”

“This is not….. Wait, what is it?”

A chime on the screen got the attention of three people and much to their surprise a picture of Y/N in a café with some guy popped in.

“Um, Babs? What filer did you use for your search?”

“Y/N’s name, obviously.” Barbara shrugged

“And is that why we are now watching her in a real-time during her date?”

“Most probably.”

“Over my dead body!” Jason hissed “I’m not letting her get hurt again.” and with such words he run out of the cave, in his civil clothes, not caring about anyone or anything else.

“It’s not about her, my ass” Dick smirked

“Aren’t you going to stop him? You were dead set on it a minute ago.”

“Yeah, but situation has changed. If he does something crazy or stupid Y/N will put him in his place better than I ever could. “

***

“…. And that was when all came running back apologizing for leaving the kettle on.” Tyler ended the joke and Bernard, Tim and Y/N laughed loudly.

For the last hour, he showed himself as a really caring, funny and nice guy with a hell lot of interest and intelligence beyond average. The way he was talking and asking questions about Y/N made her feel both surprised and valued as a person. He did everything to make her feel good and freely in his presence and she liked that. A lot.

“Told you it would be nice” Tim whispered to her, when Tyler excused himself to get some more beverages “It seems like you are warming up to him.”

“Shut it!” Y/N blushed a bit “he’s just so different from all the guys I know and it’s nice.”

“Guess you owe me thanks.” Tim grinned

“We’ll see about that.” She smiled back

“Not my place to judge, Y/N, but it’s been a while since I saw you this happy so….?”

“Are you two talking about me behind my back?” Tyler came back and laughed seeing Tim and Y/N whispering to each other like two gossiping friends in high school

“Obviously.” Y/N kept her cool “all the worst things. I mean, you are so kind and nice, there’s got to be some skeleton in your closet. “

“How about we get out of here so I can show it you?”

“Oh, aren’t you moving fast forward?” despite her best efforts Y/N could not hide the little tremble in her voice

“I’m just kidding, Y/n, relax. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s ok. Just …. Something from the past getting on the surface and clouding my judgement.”

“I’ll be sure not to trigger anything.” Tyler gently touched her hand and her eyes grew wide. That was a sign for Tim to get into action.

“I’ll take you on that offer to get out of here. It’s getting late anyway and we should head home. Busy day tomorrow, right Y/N?”

“What?” she needed a second to get back to reality. “Sure, sure. Busy day. We need to get ready.”

“Very well then. I’ll walk you home, Y/n.” Tyler stood up and once again reached an arm towards her and walking her out the café.

“Aren’t you staying at the manor, tonight? We might need your help with something……” Tim’s voice became a bit concerned.

“ Mhm. Sure, I’ll stay at the manor. From your question I assume you already got us a lift?”

“I did. It should be here soon. We just need to get to the usual picking point.”

“Picking point?” Tyler frowned, a bit confused and Bernard, who was already used to the bats and friends; terminology laughed.

“It’s the place where their driver pick them from” he explained “easy as it is.”

“All right then. I suppose this is goodbye for now?”

“For now?” Y/N asked

“I had a really nice time with you tonight, Y/N. I would love to see you again if you want to….”

“That… that would be nice. I guess. “

“I would call you, but I think it would be best to give you freedom in this area” God, why was he so nice “after all, it’s woman’s choice to give man a chance.” Once again he reached to her hand and with the gentlest of touches brought it to her lips and brushed his lips over it. At this point Y/N was close to fainting but before she could say a single word yelling of her name came from the other side of the street.

“Y/L/N!”

“Holy shit, what the fuck is he doing here? Tim!?”

“I have no idea, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Drake. He’s going to eat you alive!”

“Wait. Who is this guy?” Tyler instinctively came in front of Y/N, covering her with his body “should we run away?”

“The real question is who the fuck are you and what are you doing with Y/L/N?!”

“Jay…..” Y/n’s voice was so cold that it would froze anyone else at the spot. Anyone but Jason Todd.

“Not a word Y/n.”

“Look, dude. I have no idea who you are, but you cannot just talk to her like that!” Tyler became way to defensive for his own good.

“Oh, really?! SO it happens, I am one of the people that protect woman in this city from the scumbags like you!”

“JASON!”

“I told you to keep quiet, Y/N. We are going home, now.”

“You are not the boss of me!” she yelled “I can go out with whoever I want!”

“Is that why you keep me out of your family?” Bernard leaned over to Tim and whispered in his ear.

“Mhm” Tim run a hand through his hair “guys, please don’t make a scene on the street. We all have good intentions here so how about we all calm down, huh?”

“You calm down, Drake. This is none of your business.”

“Actually…..”

“Tim’s right. Enough is enough. I’m sorry Tyler, I’m sorry you had to meet Jason like this. Apparently he is not himself today.” Y/N turned around to look straight into Jace’s face with mix of pain and reproach. “I guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/n. I’m just sorry you are being treated like this. Call me?”

“Sure. I’ll call you” she smiled and with a single nod and murderous glance at Jason Tyler walked away chased by Bernard who already said his goodbyes to Tim.

“You really are gonna call him ?” Jason raised an eyebrow.”

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up Jason Todd.” Y/N’s hissed in the most calm voice she could “get into the car, we’ll talk at the manor.”

***

The way home was the most awkward one ever. There was unusual silence, tones of cold stares and palpable electricity running between Jason and Y/N. The second they reached the destination Tim run away from any possible fight between those two, but being found by Dick and Babs who expected explanations of what happened made his attempt futile.

At the same time Jason and Y/N barely made it to the living room when he started his anger fit.

“What the hell were you thinking!?” he yelled “didn’t you learn anything from the past? From all those guys who made you suffer and depreciated you?!”

“Jason.”

“What?! Why?! Why are you doing it again?! I hate seeing you sad, you know it! And this is how its going to end up!”

“Huh! Like you care at all.”

“I care about your sense of humor. Last time you were feeling under the dog I was stuck with Dick’s dad joke and it was a total disaster.”

“Of course, selfish as always.”

“Were you expecting anything else?”

“No. “

“Ditch this guy before he breaks you like everyone else before!”

“Fuck you, Jace! Tyler is a nice one, unlike many others I knew or…. know.” their gazes met and the fury and ice in her eyes made him shiver. Was that how she was seeing him? “And if it wasn’t for your interference I might actually have a chance with him. But now, he saw your worst side and maybe…. Maybe that will make him back off.”

“He’s not worth your time.”

“Then who is, Jace?! And why the hell are you interested in my love life all of a sudden? What is your problem, here? Tell me the truth.”

“I told you the truth!”

“Bullshit! You got a tell and I know you are hiding something! So what the fuck is this!”

“I want to protect you!”

“Pro…. Protect me?” she stuttered “from what?”

“The pain. The disappointment. All the bad feelings.”

“Jason” she sighed deeply, becoming calm “come here” Y/n patted a spot next to her on the couch “come on.” He approached her carefully “look at me. I don’t need you to protect me, all right? I’ve spend half of my life in a glass cage created by my parents. The walls of it being all the good intentions. Starting from you know nothing about life, you won’t make it on your own, we are trying to help you here, parents know better. Ugh! The worst thing was that I was listening and believing them for such a long time. It was years till I escaped and eradicated all the voiced inside my head, telling me that it would be better to run and hide. And I’ve lost so much during those years I was under the command. The realization of it still hurts me sometimes. ”

“Y/N….”

“Hush. Let me finish. I don’t want to go back there. Do you understand me?” he nodded “I can’t go back to hiding. And that is why I don’t need protection. I am perfectly capable of handling myself. “

“I just.. I just…..” Jace muttered

“I know.” Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand “ you want to be helpful. But that is not what I need from you, all right? I need your presence, your friendship, your bantering with me, your opinions and thoughts, but not this. I don’t want the aggressive, unhinged Jason. Can you promise me that?”

“I don’t think I can.” he looked down, unable to meet her honest gaze

“Good.” She chuckled

“What?” that was surprising.

“If you did promise me that, I would know you were dishonest. I know you are still fighting your demons, we all are and what you said just proved to me you are trying to be better but do not make empty promises. So thank you.”

“Oh, please. Don’t get all sappy on me. You know I hate that.”

‘So let go of my hand.” She pointed out raising their joined palms.

“Not yet.” He smirked “it’s the only way to keep you here and prevent you from calling that asshole”

“JASON PETER TODD!”

***

“How long do you think it will take them to realize?”

“given the way they communicate with each other might be years.”

“Don’t you think we should do something about it?”

“Do you have a death wish? If any of them finds out we were messing out with their lifes…..”

“I’m willing to take the risk. Come on, it will be fun.”

“You got very strange definition of the word, Grayson.”

“I knew I would lure you in, Timmy.”

“Don’t call me that!”

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iprefertheterminsane · 4 months

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Take me Home (Where I Belong)

I'm almost finished with my domestic perryshmirtz 5+1, which I'm gonna upload to ao3 soon so here's a tease in the form of the first chapter!

Rating: G

Relationship: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Tags: Human Perry the Platypus, pre-slash, domesticity, Perry's moved in before they even stopped calling themselves enemies, it's normal to want to kiss the homies sometimes, right?, long suffering Charlene, Perry's got 4 kids actually and that fourth one is Vanessa, haha Perry the Platypus you are dating my father.

Even after having his plans foiled for the day, Heinz doesn’t let him drive home.

“Look at yourself, Perry the Platypus, you’re barely standing on your own two feet.” The scientist points out. He’s right, of course, not that Perry will let him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. It seems to mean less than little; Heinz had already buckled him back into the passenger seat of his truck with the tenacity of a father, and Perry is just barely conscious enough to comply- a bit dumbly, but the taller man does not seem to mind-without much of a fuss. He’s still talking, naturally. Perry has gotten so used to the chatter the droning had begun to take on an ambient sort of feeling, like brown noise. “-practically an accident waiting to happen. Honestly, you’d think Francis would want to try keeping his best agent alive-that agency is gonna do you in better than I would, one day.”

Perry considers giving up a token protest-he had gotten here with the hoverjet on auto-pilot; the routes between the lair and Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. has long been keyed in as his defaults-but decides otherwise. He really was quite exhausted, surely it would be no bother to let Heinz drive him back to Evil Inc. where he’s parked. Why waste fuel when a cheaper of transport was on offer? The Major has particularly been going on and on lately about turning the office more green and saving energy, no doubt one of their latest efforts to cut costs-so he was doing the agency a favor, really. He trusted that Heinz was a reliable enough driver when they’re neither forced to undergo the serial killing obstacle course that was the Drusselsteinian Driving Test Route.

He would sleep in just until Heinz gets them back home. Decision made, he lets himself rest his eyes.

00..00

“Up, up, up, Perry the Platypus you don’t really expect me to carry you up the stairs do you-,”

“-Ok, here we go, sit here-no, no, don’t lay down just yet you need to take your shoes off Perry the Heathenpuss-,”

“-I am not letting you sleep in the corset of a waistcoat Perry the Platypus, wow is this Kevlar? No wonder you can stand my Titanium punches-Ok uppies, I should probably help you take this tie off too, huh? They could strangle you in your sleep, y’know, nuff said, if nuff was-y’know, me-it’s so weird to see you so biddable, Perry the Platypus-,”

“-ok, last thing Perry the Platypus, yes I promise, just need to help you get under the covers, alright? Now, isn’t that better? Aw, look at how cute you look, Perry the Platypus, like a little angel-,”

“Good night, Perry the Platypus.”

00..00

Perry snorts awake in the penthouse guest room with the covers pulled up to his chin, blinking against the light of the setting sun from behind the half-shaded curtains facing east of Danville.

He isn’t sure what’s woken him, but finds himself unable to go back to sleep. This was probably a good thing-he’s never stayed behind in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. for so long without making his excuses before, and the clock shows that he’s nearly late for dinner back at the Flynn-Fletcher’s household. He’ll have no trouble flying home now, he feels perfectly well-rested.

Rising to his feet, he finds himself underdressed. His hat rests on the right-hand nightstand, right next to his sleeping head, and the rest of his clothes-vest, tie and shoes-draped carefully over the chair that looks like it’s been dragged over from the kitchen, positioned right next to the room’s entryway, deliberately left ajar. He shoves the hat back over his head and toes his shoes back on, but blinks deliberately at the rest of his attire. They are, of course, crucial parts of his armour, but what was to fear for stepping out without them? Heinz’s scheme was thwarted for the day, and lest the man was suddenly overcome with another plan while Perry was out, which he sincerely doubts, Heinz would not have reason to attack him out of the blue, and certainly not out of armour. He was obsessed with playing fair, and acting by the book. As far as they are both concerned, they were now both off the clock.

Perry decides to take the clothes and fold them over his arm, but he steps out without putting them on- the vest tends to cinch, which he tolerates, but not without reason-and goes to search for his host to make his goodbyes.

It’s easy enough to find him; Heinz is in the kitchen, naturally, making dinner for himself, with Norm at the dining table carefully slicing vegetables and making prep; something doughy, it seems. Perry wonders if it’s pie-Heinz makes wonderful doonkleberry pie. He rests his hips against the doorjamb, and chatters his teeth to make his presence known, a noise Heinz is well familiar with. It cuts off the man’s mindless chatter, and he beams. Perry can’t help his own answering smile.

"Ah, Perry the Platypus!” He crows. “Just in time for dinner! I don’t suppose you mind setting the table, just need to give me another couple of minutes-,” he cuts himself off as he sees Perry shaking his head, and Perry signs, regretfully, that he has to make himself scarce.

“YOU AREN’T STAYING FOR DINNER?” Norm asks, as despairingly as his cheerful-sounding robotic voice could make it sound. His mouth is down turned.

“Yes, it’s already so late, Perry the Platypus, surely your report could wait a couple of more hours.” Heinz adds, cajoling. “I worry you know, a man has to eat homemade meals every couple of days, else you tend to get sick to the stomach. I don’t know if you cook. I’ve made lemon pie for dessert.” Heinz sing-songs enticingly at the end, and Perry has to admit it’s persuasive. The man really does have a knack for baking.

But he’s already missed out on family dinner yesterday, due to making up for Agent G’s maternity leave, and the Flynn-Fletchers would worry if he missed out on another. He knows for a fact Linda’s made her award-winning meatloaf tonight, and hedgehog cake for supper. He’d hate on missing out on the treat for the world.

He’s halfway through realizing he’s said it out loud, ‘I have homemade meals at home,’ before he freezes, taking in Norm’s and Heinz’s curious blinks, and his hands pause abruptly, letting the sentence trail off awkwardly. He could see from the look on Heinz’s face that he was curious, mouth opening as if to pose a question, but seems to ultimately decide against it. They’ve both scrambled enough of the expected norms of their Villain-to-Spy nemesis-ship today, and crossing the line to figuring out Perry’s home life seems a midge too far, even for them.

Heinz hums, and changes the subject. “Are you really driving home fully dressed like that?”

Perry looks down at himself. ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

“Nothing, which is my point. You could just leave them here, you know, they’re all dirty, Norm can run them through with the rest of the day’s laundry, and you can pick them up tomorrow. It’s weird to see you all dressed down, you know, but not bad weird, a good weird, makes me feel like a good host. That’s how you know you’re an adult sometimes, ugh, just listen to me talk about good hosting etiquette, Vanessa never has to worry about that sort of thing you know, even though she should. I hope Charlene’s teaching her.”

Perry’s wandered over to the coffee machine at this point, using context clues to figure out how it works and avoiding the large red button in a transparent case on the right-hand side of it’s case. He taps it, and churrs again.

“Oh, coffee! That’s a good idea, Perry the Platypus, some strong caffeine to help drive you through that traffic, I bought this travel mug for you!” Heinz hands him a short and stout chrome and teal travel mug with a silicone top and an anti-slip base. “I saw that color while scrolling through Etsy while I was looking at bento-boxes for this scheme I’m cooking up next week-oop, forget I said that Perry the Platypus, no spoilers! It reminded me of you! But the travel mugs aren’t related, it was just in the same shop, I love travel mugs, especially these newer novelty ones, you know there were never any novelty items back in Drusselstein, on account of the state largely frowning on any sort of color or patterns-,”

Perry churrs again, twisting the top of his cup back on and pointing out the door. Heinz visibly deflates.

“Oh, right, yes, leaving, of course, Perry the Platypus, let me just let this simmer and walk you to the door-and leave the clothes with Norm, Perry the Platypus, I’ve told you, you can come to fetch them tomorrow.”

Heinz helps hold the mug for him while he gets himself settled back in the hoverjet, and the clock on his dash informs him he should reach the house just in time to reach the Flynn Fletchers begin dinner if he rushed. Heinz leans forward to hand him the travel mug, leaving them close, just close enough that Perry feels the ridiculous urge to-maybe-leave a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek, the way Lawrence does when Linda was about to leave the house for the errand of the day.

Heinz doesn’t seem to notice, mumbling about setting the mug just right into the cupholder behind the handlebar, because it was hot, Perry the Platypus, we wouldn’t want a repeat of the driving test incident, do we? When Perry switches the jet on, Heinz waves. Perry, inexplicably, tips his hat back in return.

It isn’t until he’s 15 minutes away from the house that he realizes he really had left his vest and tie behind at Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. He hopes Heinz doesn’t plan to do anything inadvisable with them.

For some reason, Perry doesn’t believe that he will.

#perryshmirtz #human perry #fic tease #perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #phineas and ferb #domesticity #5+1 type fic

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rollercoasterwords · 5 months

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so at the risk of sounding like an idiot…for whatever reason i thought this was going to be jegulily but has it actually been regulily bffs with jily/jegulus in a love triangle situation??? not asking in an angry or rude way but in an “am i so dense i missed this the entire time?’ way

(pls ignore me if you got this ask twice but my wife crapped out right as i sent this the first time)

yeahhh it’s not an easily categorizable relationship which is why the fic is not tagged jily or jegulus or jegulily bc it is. none of those. hang on i’ll explain under the cut don’t think it’s quite as much of a spoiler anymore but just in case

ok here’s the breakdown: regulus is in love with james. lily is in love with james. they first bonded when they realized they were both in love with james & both knew that nothing would ever come of it & both agreed not 2 sleep w him bc they knew it would just break their hearts etc. james is not in love with either of them. he loves them very much, but it is not the romantic love either of them desire. however he doesn’t view sex as a big deal just a fun thing to do with people, including people you love.

so like. in ch 20 what happened is that james + lily went home together, both kinda drunk, and in a moment of poor judgment & high emotion (they all might die the next day!) lily decided to sleep with james despite knowing it would mean something different for each of them & would probably make her feel like shit the next morning. james was down 2 clown & was just like aw my friend who i love of course i wanna have sex let’s have a good time! regulus walked in on them & got mad at lily bc he felt like she had betrayed their pact not to sleep with james & also bc he is jealous (he’s not being entirely fair to her, but emotions are messy sometimes, & lily understands why he’s upset). so in his anger he basically told james “u idiot she’s in love with u” & james, who thought he & lily were on the same page feelings-wise, realized that they were not & he slept with her even though he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings, which will hurt her.

so now lily feels shitty bc she sort of promised regulus she wouldn’t sleep w james and then did, and also bc james now knows she’s been in love w him 4 years which will irrevocably change & possibly destroy the once close friendship they had. and also she’s upset w regulus 4 telling james she was in love w him even if she understands why he did it. regulus feels shitty bc he walked in on his best friend sleeping w the man he’s in love with after she said she wouldn’t & he’s jealous & he’s angry at james 4 hurting lily even tho it wasn’t intentional & he’s angry at lily 4 putting herself in that situation knowing she’d get hurt & that it would hurt him & he feels guilty 4 telling james lily was in love w him bc he knows he just did it 2 hurt them both back so he’s angry at himself as well. james feels shitty bc he thought regulus & lily were both happy just being friends but is realizing that they’re actually in love with him and thus that his inability to reciprocate those feelings hurts them both deeply & there’s nothing he can do about it. & even if he could this is not a situation where either of them would be happy if he loved them both back like if he was in love with lily it would hurt regulus if he was in love with regulus it would hurt lily so. it’s a mess & everyone feels bad yayyyy who else cheered

#also this will be elaborated on a bit more in the james pov ch #but yeah it’s v tangled & messy etc #ask #wfrau

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soracities · 1 year

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piggybacking off that ask about marriage, im 27F and in a relationship and the pressure to know if they’re “the one” is also insane! like how do you know? does it even matter? i find myself doing the math sometimes like “ok if i’m still single at…” which is absolutely nuts. i do want to get married but i want it to be the best choice i can make, i don’t want to settle. but it’s like whew do i have to decide who i’m spending the rest of my life with sometime in the next 5 years?

some of my friends are going through this too and i couldn’t agree with you more on that pressure. i’ve never been particularly bound to the notion of The One for One Person and For All Time (longevity and worth aren't mutually inclusive things) so maybe i’m biased in this, but sometimes i don’t know if instinctively knowing whether or not someone is “the one” matters as much as knowing how you feel when you’re with them and what they bring to your life now. i think we as a society have made this whole thing out of romantic relationships and finding the person who’s “meant for you” (also don’t like that term) that makes it all seem far more mythic than real and makes it difficult to separate your actual wants and needs from what you’ve been conditioned to expect (either through familial expectations, or past hurts / traumas).

to be fair, i think some people do have a very strong instinct about someone (“when you know you know” etc) but also this knowing does not always happen in as clean-cut or revelatory manner as it's made out to be, or even at all sometimes; i also think there’s many different people that could be “the one” for someone, but at the end of the day whether you feel you "just know" or don't, neither of those scenarios changes the fact that there is still another human being whom you have to work—like really, truly, work—to get to know: what they value and how they value these things, their minor flaws and their limitations and how to navigate, understand, and allow for those flaws and limitations. it’s taking note of your own values, too, and tallying where you both align and where you don’t and if you are able to find healthy consensus for these that does not cost you both dearly. it’s learning the different compromises that you can and cannot afford to make—it’s being aware of what you both bring to each other, if you make each other better people, if you see and cherish and encourage each other's potential but never at the expense of who the other is now and never with the expectation or demand that they should be someone other than who they are now.

sometimes i think part of the appeal or expectation around this whole narrative regarding “the one” (and the subsequent pressure) is that it’s rooted in some sense of certainty that once you do, everything else will fall in place—it gives the frightening unknowability of the future, and the even more frighteningly unknowable interiority of another person—a shape (and therefore familiarity and security) by setting them within a structure that promises to minimise uncertainty (because if they are “the one” then one of the biggest questions we have for our lives—romantic love—is, seemingly, answered)—but i don’t believe that kind of assurance can exist, and i think everything we’re told to expect about “the one” can push us to look for things in the wrong place or in the wrong manner.

i don’t think there’s ever anything wrong in being absolutely certain in what you need from a partner and wanting someone whom you feel, genuinely, is the best person for you. but i think it takes time and care to sift through your thoughts and your feelings, your experiences and expectations, to gain clarity on where you stand and that’s never easy, especially when it comes up against everything society tells you to expect while also sticking a time limit on it all....i have very few immovable criteria when it comes to relationships but i weigh those so, so, so carefully so i completely understand what you mean regarding the choice you make, anon, and i hope you are able to find a way out of that pressure and find what it is that speaks to your heart and brings you the most joy 💕

#ask #anonymous #notes from elsewhere

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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So I made a promise.

a/n// hello! So I kinda just grinded this out in two hours because I had a lot of brainrot over this and shit. So this fic is based of Promise by Laufey. Love that women. But it’s kinda shit, so please be nice to me. I haven’t wrote in so long and shit so- here’s this. Enjoy!

Warnings// yelling, overthinking, wil and readers relationship is- rough, big used as a nickname, and if there’s anything else, please tell me!

wc: 1.3k

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It’s been 16 days.

Two weeks and two days.

23,040 minutes.

Without him.

And you both thought this was for the better. At least you did. To break up and just leave each other. Wil was never home because he was always picking up gigs and shows to do. Which never made you mad but, you needed your partner at home sometimes too. You needed someone to hold you and tell you you’re ok and that they love you.

You never got that.

And you barely called him unless it was late at night when you came home, exhausted from your shift. And he’d be in America, getting ready for a gig, laughing and joking around with the band as he called you. The video scuffed and audio cutting in and out, but it was good enough. For now.

But every other time you tried to talk to him or ask how he was doing, he’d ignore you. He’d look at the message, and ignore it. And you’d wait all day for a response until it gets to that time to call him and he’d just ignore you then too. Too worried about what Joe was saying or what Mark was doing.

And you were happy he was having fun.

But it felt like you were nothing to him

And that- that’s worse than anything possible to you.

So when he got back to Brighton, made himself at home and pulled you into an hug, you could tell you needed to do it.

“Hey Wil, we need to talk.” You begrudgingly said to the man in front of you. With tired eyes from jet lag and doing so much in the last couple months, he looked at you with a worried expression.

“What’s wrong love.” He placed a hand on your cheek as he leaned down to look at you. When you made eye contact with him, you saw his eyes fill with care and alarm. You frown up at him as you lean into his hand.

“We don’t work Wil. We can never work. You’re going to be traveling the world all the time because of your music and I’m so happy for you. But I’m stuck here. And I need you at times I can’t have you. And it hurts. A-And it feels like we’re slowly slipping apart because of everything and I don’t like the feelings I have right now, so. Wil- we need to break up-“ Wil’s hand slipped from your cheek as his face fell. He walked over to the couch and placed his face in his hands. “Wil it’s nothing you did! We just don’t see each other anymore and it feels like I don’t know you anymore or I’m just like- a being that you only know when you’re home! And I hope that’s not it. And the thoughts I have at night when you don’t answer me make me hate myself for thinking them-“

“So you think I’m cheating? You think I forget about you? You think I don’t know how you feel?! I need that too! I think those thoughts too! I need you! I-“ Wil cuts himself off with a choked sob. Quickly gathering himself, he stands up. “I agree. We need to break up. It’s only for the best.” Wil said in the coldest tone he could possibly muster while wiping his face.

“Wil-“

“No! No it’s fine. We both agree on this yeah? I already a have some clothes packed so I’ll stay with Tom and James for a couple days and then come for the rest of my things. See you soon, bug.” Wilbur whispered the last part as he leant down and kissed your forehead.

Holding back tears, you watched him walk out the house hesitantly, not wanting to leave you like this. Wanting to make up for all he hasn’t done for you. And you vise versa.

Once he closed the door behind him, you went up to it and placed your head on the cold wood, letting out endless amounts of sobs and cries as you slid down the door. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you hid your face in the fabric of your sweatpants, scared that someone could see you and scrutinize you for crying.

But you came to the realization that, this is for the best. It will get better and you’ll learn to live without him. Right?

It’s been 16 days.

And you promised yourself you wouldn’t call him. Wouldn’t seek him out and hold him. Wouldn’t ask Tom how he was doing. Nothing. He’s gone. He doesn’t need you anymore.

He forgot to pick up his clothes. The ones that smell like him still. The ones that you’d always steal and wear around the house. The ones that he’d always tell you not to wear but secretly laid them out in places for you to pick up and wear, loving the way you look in his clothes.

You still wore them. It helped.

And at night it was scary. In your head.

Overthinking everything.

Did he actually cheat and that’s why he was so willing to agree? No. No it’s wil! He wouldn’t do that.

Did he fall out of love? No. No his words were genuine.

Why did he say ‘see you soon’ and not ‘goodbye.’?

Now that was a question you couldn’t answer.

But that’s when you realized. Realized that you’d rather be something with Wil than nothing to him. Even if it hurts you both in the long run.

It’s been 16 days.

16 long days of looking at his contact and not calling him.

16 days where you had so much restraint that it almost hurt you. But each day, that wall slowly crumbled.

You knew you and Wil could never work. It was common knowledge. The constant moving around, longing to be with each other, and slowly killing yourselves with how much thinking you both do about each other. Hurtful or not.

Nothing added up. There was no solution.

So you kept that restraint up as much as you could.

But.

After 16 long days.

You called him. That night. After walking through the town, needing some air and to get something to drink.

You swear you saw him. It had to be him. He was smiling and laughing with a group of people that you’ve never seen before. But as your got your hopes up and walked closer to the group, you realized that wasn’t the man you hoped to see.

You rushed home and sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. Looking down at your phone, you let the barrier break and pressed the call button.

After the first couple rings, you gave up. He wasn’t going to answer. Why did you think he would? He’s probably so much better without you-

“Bug?” You heard a groggy voice ask you over the phone. You’re held your breathe as you heard the name. The name he gave you.

“H-Hi, Wil.” You whispered out as you exhaled the breathe you were holding for too long for your liking.

You heard him let out a shakey breath and some shuffling, most likely blankets. He sniffed before he started speaking again. “H-How are you? What’s up?”

“I- Nothing much.” You said as you played with your hands, hesitating to get your next words out. “Hey, do you maybe, wanna come over?”

“Yes! Uh, yeah. I’d love too.” You could hear the smile start to grow on his face as he talked. A small one started to appear on yours.

“Ok. See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

So, you broke the promise. But whether it hurts you in the end or becomes a beautiful thing. You’ll at least be something to him. And he’ll be something to you.

taglist// @wiipes @frogwithashotgun @mysticalsoot @kit-is-a-weeb @athenaisaflower @gaytoadwithapopsicle @anon-duck @lotusanonymouse @art3m1s-adelia (and if you want to be added, feel free to ask!)

#lilly writes #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot imagine #wilburfromlvjy #mcyt x reader #x reader

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thecelestialsyzygy · 1 year

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I feel like this needs to be said because of all the stuff happening lately. Apologies if this post is a mess.

I want to thank all of the Byler’s who post in the tag. Whether it be shit posts, memes, long analysis, random thoughts, or all of the above mixed in with posts about your life; Thank you for being here and making fandom fun! The tag has been a mess recently and I think we’re all aware of that because of all the recent deactivations. There’s always been a bit of toxicity in the Stranger Things fandom (as there is in just about all other fandoms), but I feel it's been amplified here due to the lack of content and long wait. Another reason it’s a lot more prominent in the Stranger Things fandom, to begin with, is because of its popularity. In the coming months, we should see some things regarding S5 come up for us to talk about, but if you’re not into leaks then you’re in for an even longer drought (and when it comes to said leaks, please take them with a grain of salt).

I originally came here from Twitter so I’ve seen a lot. Ppl leaving isn’t new to me, and it is a pretty common thing with fandoms in general. Sometimes it’s over something simple, like ppl losing their interest, and other times it’s because ppl don’t know how to use the block button and want to be rude, hateful, and harass others into leaving, or cause/insert themselves into drama for entertainment. It’s understandable to be bored during droughts and perhaps become irritable, but if you like creating/being in drama, please don’t put it in the main tag. Not everybody is going to agree and it is what it is. Some posts you may agree with, some posts you may not, some you may partly agree with, some you may partly disagree with. If you ever come across something that really bothers you, big or small, just use the block button or mute/filter things you don’t want to see. You can always make your own post sharing your thoughts about whatever the topic may have been. There are so many ways to control content you consume. It’s important to remember we’re all here for a good time, so let ppl have fun and learn to draw a line.

It’s OK to be opinionated, but I think some things that are important to note is the difference between head-canons and canon. Head-canons are personal interpretations about a character. It’s not ACTUALLY canon. Some head-canons can be based off of things that ARE canon, but it’s important to realize that it’s still NOT ACTUALLY canon. Canon is confirmed. It’s OK to not agree with somebody else’s head-canon, but it’s not a reason to be rude to them. You can share your own opinions with them in a respectful way or separately. However, I feel like some ppl want to make things problematic to further push their narrative or are genuinely just not educated enough. And of course there are exceptions to just about everything, like potentially problematic head-canons which I think is OK to have discussions about, but once again, that’s why we need to learn to draw a line.

I also know hate anons have been a problem lately. If you’re ever getting a lot of hate anons, please don’t be afraid to protect yourself and turn off the anon feature/not allow asks. If that doesn’t work don’t be afraid to block and report. If none of these are working, just know it’s OK if you feel like social media is becoming too much. Take a break if you need to, distance yourself if you need to, make a completely new account if you need to. You can always let the ppl who care about you know you need to go away for awhile.

Lastly, don’t feel pressure to post! That’s one way to add a lot of stress onto yourself and become tired of your interests. I promise everything is going to be fine and Byler’s/ the Stranger Things fandom will always be here if/when you come back.

#byler #byler s5 #stranger things 5 #will byers #mike wheeler #byler tumblr

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ninthprime · 9 months

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post where i just talk about what im palisade shipping. because im bored.

bucci real. i like to think about how gucci ended up in this deep. how lonely are you that the fish who you know used to scam you and did war crimes is the one you’re falling in love with!! why are you having romantic thoughts about being great heroes and saving everyone with them!! brnine likes gucci of course but i truly don’t think they realized how deep it was until that pre-sun convo. and its like oh gucci is in deep with me. well i’m not gonna process that in my brain because i can’t connect to my own emotions. it’s toxic they’re not good for each other but its ok. care for each other anyway.

brnine/jesset is real too you know it is. but i also think that’s jesset occasionally wanting to make out with them and brnine would probably agree but is not processing it and is just thinking Jesset’s my best friend! ok brnine.

this does mean gucci/brnine/jesset is real i think. bucesset. as it has been dubbed. usually i dont think its romantic with gucci and jesset but it’s. A Relationship. what if we mind melded once and hated each other and what if we were currently each other’s ally on the terrorism council nonetheless and what if we were both in love with a pathetic war criminal. i want them to freak out about brnine being on the pact ship together. i want them to both be a little fucked up about how they nearly just had to give themselves up to the bilats. i want jesset to make gucci promise to not fail brnine like they both did valence.

you all know gurbalence is the forever ot3…for years i have thought of them every day…you know we will get it. ali is already providing us a steady stream of balence. and you KNOW we will get gurlence. you know dre and austin will make that happen. you know gur and brnine are going to have to exist around each other via figure proxy. and it will be awkward and bad. but they are associated forever by grief :) do you think brnine has opinions on the gur puppet. hey if they try to free gur do you think someone will have to make him another body. hey do you think brnine has thought about how they have the notes and tapes that are valence and gur’s legacy recently

i think figure/gur (figur) (you know we have to call it figur) could be real but i need to see it. i KNOW how much a dre pc loves a npc romance. but it could also be so bad for them in the wrong circumstances…them being tied together ties them to clem in many ways still…they have such similar hurts. it is probably not great to finally gain freedom and then have a spider bound to you. but also i think they could understand each other. figure will definitely project on them a little as is their habit. i have to see the flirty quotient…well sometimes gur is just naturally like that.

i did mention this recently in replies but secretly though the figure ship i have been thinking about a lot this season is figure/thisbe. honestly it may be my largest ship this season. but i have been nervous to talk about it because the best thing about thisbe is that she does not see things the way others see them so it is a hard sell while still true to her character. but im not seeing things right. they like to rush into action together. figure wanted to know if she was being treated well and seems to have picked up on how she sees the world differently and will defer to her judgement. thisbe made a clock just for getting them away from clem and prioritized it for multiple missions. they are like a plant to her and now they have plants growing from them!! i think figure will be very grateful and may try to make it up to her and it will be cute and funny. this is thisbe’s weird little crewmate and she is going to hook them up to the blue channel irrigation system and provide them beneficial nutrients. this will be satisfying to her and they will feel very safe.

cori/elle real. they will kiss i think. what i need to see is for them to talk about devotion more. what made you realize you didn’t believe elle. what happened to you as a double agent. can what you know cut through cori’s pain. can it cut through her devotion. how can you share this with her without her punching you again. do you care enough about her to share this. i want to see it all on screen

my friends are much better than me than talking about arbitred the hot new ship but it’s real. sending someone a digital ham slurper is real. when you don’t have a candidate because that’s so demeaning but you work closely with a weird little cyborg girl that’s not romance you know that’s just putting someone under a microscope and thinking they’re entertaining. it’s not like you feel the nonhuman equivalent of a satisfied rush when she sends you an emoji and talks about how successful the two of you are at selling contracts together. simply an incredibly beneficial business transaction. you are sending her five more ham slurpers and watching her say npc dialogue about this.

this isnt a big ship yet but i want to see more of the crusade squad because i miss ignadiah and ramondre the swordbearer rivals. i think hets are allowed if they are constantly trying to destroy one another. they are so much fun to me.

#fatt personal tag #palisade spoilers #yaaaay time to be embarassing yaaay

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jamiedc-they-them · 1 year

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Healing and time (Platonic)

Daisy finds her younger sister after a heartbreak, and supports her.

Written for my dear friend @emcon-imagines (sending all my love, honey <3)

You hadn’t really left your room, except for work. Everyone gave you space, but did let you know that they were there.

Daisy was worried. Really worried. Sure, she’d had flings before - even Miles - but nothing like what you had. Well, that, and her apparent choices in partners always ended wrong. You were better than her at that. Still, she was getting distracted with her own things. You needed her right no, your older sister.

She knocked on your door. No answer. She tried again. Same thing.

“Y/N? It’s me,” she says, softly but also loud enough for you to hear - your rooms were big after all.

She goes to knock again when your door opens. You look like you can barely stand.

She does a quick look at you, before asking, “you had anything to eat?”

You shake your head, not trusting words at this point in time.

“Ok,” is all she says. Then, “I’ll go get something.”

It takes a bit, but she ends up with food for you both. She opens the - now unlocked - door with her foot, shutting it with it as well. You’re sitting on your bed this time, playing with your fingers and sniffling. Daisy has a sympathetic smile on her face as she looks at you. She puts the food on your table.

“Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re staring.”

“Ok,” she says again, going to your bed and going under the covers, tapping next to her, “C’mere.”

“It’s my room.”

“And I’m the older sister. Now,” she taps again, but her voice is only gentle, “C’mere.”

You want to say more, but end up doing as Daisy asks and slip in next to her. She pulls you into her arms, “you’re mean.”

“I know,” she chuckles, before kissing your hair, “you’ll get through this,” she says.

“How do you know?”

As she talks, she runs her hand through your hair, “Because I have.”

“I’m not you.” “You’re not,” she agrees, “you’re better.”

“But you’ve always come out the other side of it, ok.”

“Because I went through it over, and over, and over again,” she reminds you, “I don’t want that for you, kid.”

“I don’t know what I want, right now.”

“That’s ok,” she assures, “right now, if anything, I’d say time.”

“How much?”

“As much as you need.”

“What if it’s a while?”

“Then it’s a while,” she says, squeezing you against her, “the pain will become more easy to deal with. But, for now, we deal with it.”

“How?”

“Well, we don’t ignore it. We feel it,” she moves, laying down. You follow her action, the two of you facing each other, “cry, anger; whatever it is you feel, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sisters for life, remember?”

You smile, despite the tears in your eyes, “yeah,” you say, hooking your pinky finger into hers, “sisters for life.” you then sniff, “is that chocolate?”

Daisy giggles, “Maybe. Special treat for emergencies. Coulson won’t miss it. He shouldn’t have shown me where it was in the first place.”

You giggle as well, “well, what are we waiting for?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, getting up and getting the trays and bringing them over.

You both sit back up, and start eating.

“Thank you. For this.”

“Of course,” she says, ruffling your hair. “Love can be a painful thing sometimes, but it can also be beautiful. You’ll get there. Can’t wait to see it. Until then. I’m staying right here, I promise.”

And she did.

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Sneak Peek! Young American

Friends, the last 3 days have been utter chaos at work so I didn't finish the chapter! But here's a sneaky peek to hold you guys over!

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“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Rosa asked Y/N quietly with a smile as she tattooed the portrait of her hairless cat onto her forearm and Y/N smiled.

“I don’t know! I’m barely 7 weeks!” She giggled and chuckled.

“Right, but like you don’t have like a feeling?”

“Other than a little morning sickness, not really.” Y/N sniggered and Rosa laughed along quietly.

“It’s kind of a bummer that you guys are leaving…” she sighed, “But at least I got tattooed by you before you left!” She said and Y/N smiled. She loved that about Rosa, she had a great ability to find the silver lining in things.

“Well it’s not like we won’t come visit and stuff or like you guys can’t visit us.” She said and Rosa smiled.

“True…but still, it won’t be the same without you guys around all the time, but I am happy for you.”

“Thanks, girl.” Y/N smiled up at her.

“How’s the feline nutsack?” Vy asked as she came up and Y/N had to pull her hand away from Rosa as she hunched over and burst intolaughter as Vy chuckled and Rosa scoffed and scolded Vy for her comments on her cat. “I’m sorry, but they’re ugly and I hear they get greasy too.” She said with a disgusted look on her face.

“Everyone does…”

“My dogs don’t.” Vy said and Rosa shook her head. “Anyway, your man sent me over to check on you.” Vy said and Y/N turned to her and giggled.

“For what?”

“To see if you were planning on taking a lunch any time soon?” Vy said and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Oh is it that time already?”

“Yeah, girl!” Vy said with a smile.

“Well can you let him know I’m halfway done, so I’ll just eat after I finish up here.” Y/N smiled and Vy nodded. Not even a minute later she was back and sighed.

“He told me to remind you that you’re eating for two now so…”

“Just don’t go back, Vy. Chill here with us and we can all go to lunch together.” Y/N said and Vy chuckled.

“Sounds like a plan.” She agreed as she pulled her stool over to Y/N’s station.

Harry had been so protective over Y/N and the soon to be baby growing inside of her. Considering his mum and gran were also around, she was living her most stress free life as the three of them and Julie were basically waiting on her hand and foot. It was pretty amusing to her. She was well aware that the first trimester was always the riskiest one and sometimes it just didn’t work out, so despite her excitement, she was trying to remain as emotionally neutral about this as possible for just a few more weeks. Contrary to what she’d told Rosa she did have a feeling about what the little thing inside of her would become. Something about it just…felt like a boy. And every time she’d picture the baby it was a boy, but again, because this was such a delicate stage in the pregnancy she just didn’t want to personify the baby too much as like an internal defense mechanism. She was half listening to Rosa and Vy’s conversation until she had finished up Rosa’s tattoo. Vy helped to wrap her tattoo up while Y/N cleared her station. When they made it into the break room they saw Harry still waiting in the lounge.

“About time! What’re you gonna eat?” Harry immediately asked them and Vy grinned.

“Y/N said she’s in the mood for some top quality sashimi, so I think we’ll go do that.” Vy said and Harry rolled his eyes at her and she giggled.

“Baby, for real don’t worry so much about me. It makes me anxious.” Y/N said to him as she came over to kiss the top of his head.

“M’sorry, I can’t help it.” He huffed.

“It’s OK, my love. I’m being careful, promise.” She assured and he nodded, “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, was just waiting for you to check in on you before I set up for my appointment.”

“Oh OK, well I think we’re just gonna get some tacos from across the street. Just text me if you want me to bring you back anything, OK?”

“Yeah, love.” He assured and she hugged around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head again.

“Love you. Be back soon.”

“Love you most.” He responded and kissed her hand before allowing Y/N to grab her purse from the locker and Vy and Rosa waved goodbye to him as they left the lounge.

“He has been so intense…” Vy commented and Y/N nodded.

“I mean, Harry in general is just intense.” She giggled, “But like…he’s wanted this for a really long time so I think he’s just being really protective of the asset.” She said as she gently patted her belly that quite literally just looked like her normal belly, she wasn’t even really showing yet.

“I would be so stressed if someone was hovering over me like that.” Rosa said as they waited at the cross walk and both, Y/N and Vy, glanced to Rosa with incredulous looks and she burst into laughter.

“Girl please, you’d live for the attention.” Vy said what they were all thinking and Rosa shrugged. Y/N would definitely miss this, she’d miss her friends from school and from the shop.

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