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quillyleaf · 3 years

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fish anon again ^^ thanks for replying to my ask!

basically, my mom and i were given an aquarium from a friend, and we wanna get some fish for it, but have no idea how to choose. are there any types you would recommend for some first time fish owners? any tips? and if you have resources yes pls i'd love for you to share them !!!

have a nice day <3

Hello again!!

I decided to put a quick summary up at the top because this got super long:

Before you get the fish:

What’s your tank size?

Get a filter that fits

Get a heater that fits (and a thermometer)

Get enough substrate for the tank size (natural coloured is best)

Get your decorations (live/silk plants are great! Driftwood and natural stones, too!)

Research what fish can live well in that tank size (and which ones would get along if you’re getting multiple!)

CYCLE YOUR TANK

There are a bunch of “starting a new tank” chemicals that kickstart the cycle that can shorten this cycle from weeks to a few days

Adding in hardy and small fish (tetras, barbs, platys/mollies/guppies) can also help the cycle go faster

“Cycling a tank” is basically just getting the chemicals inside the water to a stable level. Most importantly, you want NO AMMONIA.

Fish! Recommendations!

(Be aware I have limited experience here)

Small, hardy fish are best for beginners, but you can definitely get something else if you do your research: Tetras, barbs, most livebearers (like guppies, swordtails, platys, and mollies)

Cleanup crew! Fish that will cleanup algae and leftover food: Snails, shrimp, algae eaters, plecos, loaches

Flashy highlight fish! If you plan on these, I recommend choosing just ONE and basing all the other fish in the tank on what gets along with them. Flashy fish can be very aggressive, so beware! Bettas, gouramis, cichlids (I know nothing about cichlids, I might be very wrong), that sort of thing

Goldfish are great if you just want one type of fish, and only one or a few to focus on, but beware: THEY WILL EAT ANYTHING SMALLER THAN THEM.

I personally recommend KGTropicals Fish Keeping 101 Playlist if you like clear and comprehensive youtube videos. Specifically, their video for new fishkeepers is a nice starter!

Also: MAKE SURE YOU COMPLETELY CYCLE YOUR AQUARIUM BEFORE YOU ADD (most) FISH.

After you watch through that new fishkeepers video, here’s some tips for possible fish! (Under the cut ‘cause this is longggg.)

Firstly, disclaimer: I only have experience with some limited fish types, so I’ll give some info on those!

I have two bettas in a divided ten gallon tank. It’s divided in half, so it’s technically two five gallons! Originally I had one in a community tank (with other fish types) but they ended up getting nippy and aggressive so I gave them their own. ^^ With bettas, they have really fun personalities and swim around and can even be easily trained to do tricks as long as you take care of them properly!

But having a betta means you can only have one “highlight” fish, the betta. So if you want more than one fish with longer fins, or really pretty colours, or a flashy personality, bettas aren’t a good idea. Gouramis are a little less aggressive, but a similar fish in that you don’t want to put them with other larger/flashy fish because they tend to get nippy.

In my twenty gallon tank, I have platys, a gourami, weather loaches, and kuhli loaches. I would actually recommend getting a larger tank for weather loaches, I’m just keeping them in this tank temporarily while they’re smaller until I get a larger tank. ^^

In the past, I’ve had guppies and african dwarf frogs. Unfortunately, due to either disease right from the store, or from my own inexperience, these fish passed away a while ago. :c I wouldn’t recommend african dwarf frogs to beginners: feeding them is remarkably trickier than you might think. Guppies can be a great beginner fish, I just got really unlucky with them and I don’t want to get them again. ^^’

Livebearers in general are usually great beginner fish if you have a large enough tank and you want a group of lovely colours and cute personalities. Guppies, mollies, swordtails, and platys are some of the common ones you’ll find. Some of these can be more aggressive than others, so do your research, but the great fun with these is that they breed readily when healthy and happy. HOWEVER, these fish DO tend to be short-lived, so I wouldn’t recommend these if you get attached really easily.

LOACHES are my favourite favourite favourite fish ever because they are!! SO SILLY AND DERPY and so fun to watch! They’re extremely easy to take care of, eat up all the leftovers at the bottom of the tank, get along really well with other fish (because they can be really peaceful), and they can even be extremely friendly (and can even!! ENJOY BEING PET!!). HOWEVER. All loach types are different, so do your research. ^^

I don’t have personal experience with these, but tetras and barbs are also said to be very hardy fish, cheap, have many varieties, and are little and therefore are good for beginners.

Also!!! Technically not a fish! But! SNAILS ARE GREAT. They clean up algae and leftover food and keep your tank nice and clean, and are also fun to watch~ Nerites are known as the best for algae clean-up, but apple (or mystery) snails are also really good. SHRIMP ARE ALSO GREAT for a similar reason! Just make sure your other fish won’t eat them.

Hopefully that helps? Mostly this was just an excuse to rant, though. ^u^’

#Quill's Aquarium Adventures #fishkeeping #fishblr #aquarium tips #first time fishkeepers #gosh wow i really just rant #feel free to just use what's above the cut #the rest is kinda trivial XD #Anonymous #Quill's answers

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blockgamepirate · 2 years

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thing about the red festival: i've been watchign a lot of techno's bedwars stuff lately and like techno tends to overestimate his opponents bc they have access to the same tools he does so obviously they should be able to use them in the ways that seem obvious to him, right? and him theoretically fighting at the red festival would be like,, extreme bedwars (single point to defend, if the defense gets hit you lose), and he is REALLY REALLY GOOD at breaking defenses in bedwars (1/2)

(2/2) idk if bedwars specifically is canon to dsmp!techno, but it definitely informs cc!techno's style and he's clearly not deliberately holdign back in pvp. so techno is probably looking at the red festival and seeing all the very obvious and easy ways (to him) that his enemies could kill tubbo and him because figuring out how to break through defenses to kill a single point that's unable to defend itself is like exactly what he specializes in

Dude, that's actually wild because I was thinking about talking about bedwars in the follow up post too! Although my angle was gonna be about how this is basically like one of those times where his bed gets destroyed early while all the other teams still have their beds, so they can afford to die and respawn but he can't. Also his teammate has absolutely no gear, somehow even less gear than you get by default in bedwars. And every other team is streamsniping and could be crossteaming on him. (Although in reality the festival crowd was not quite so unanimously on board with Schlatt of course. And some of the ones who were might have chosen not to meddle anyway.)

But your point is really good too, with Tubbo as the "bed". From Techno's point of view the others could easily take him down if they wanted to and he could do nothing to stop it, and they could kill Tubbo even more easily. In fact it's worse than a bed because Tubbo is killable even with projectiles and you can't cover him in blocks because you need to get him outta there. AND he won't even help you respawn. xD

Would they actually have been able to react that fast if Techno HAD tried to do a rescue mission? Maybe not, it seems kinda unlikely they would be organised or skilled enough, although they did have Punz and Purpled. The difference between the usual Technoblade bedwars video/stream and this is that some of his opponents actually are that good.

I feel like that's the thing, you only need two actually good PVPers for it to become extremely risky. He might have been able to handle the entire rest of the crowd AND Schlatt and Quackity all alone, but I'm really not sure about Punz and Purpled if both of them decided to go for him and Tubbo. At the very least it would have been trivially easy for that tag team to kill Tubbo.

(Of course in character c!Techno doesn't know most of these people's skill levels)

And honestly even small things could have an effect, someone could just by chance manage to hit an arrow shot, Schlatt and Quackity might have time to put armour on if he shoots the crowd first, or conversely if he kills Schlatt and Quackity first, the crowd could armour up, and then he can't get quick kills, and then in the time it takes him to kill Schlatt and Quackity, Purpled and Punz might be able to reach the podium... I mean it's true that Techno has a nigh infinite catalogue of insane clutches on his channel, but there are also times when he doesn't clutch, when something goes wrong and he's overwhelmed or makes a mistake and goes down in the end.

So it's not like it's a bad call to overestimate his opposition rather than risk underestimating it. He has a better chance at survival that way around. And during the Pogtopia arc he was playing a very risk-averse character. I think it might have been partly about wanting to maintain his reputation as unkillable, and partly because it just provides more tension for the content than if his character just didn't fear anyone or anything and easily defeated everyone every time. But it also makes sense for a character like his, someone who must have had too many close calls to count along the way, someone who knows that battles are chaotic and you can't get too cocky.

(Either way it's what contributed to the theories about him having only one life afterwards (which I think was absolutely the right call to make for his character, because it just works for the way he clearly wanted to play his role in the story, I just wish we'd gotten the confirmation sooner and in a less awkward way.))

But yeah, I don't think the two of them escaping was impossible, Techno has survived wilder situations. It's just that insane clutches are called insane for a reason. Usually they don't happen. You can't rely on them happening.

#technoblade #dream smp #red festival #asks #magicalmanhattanproject #long post

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xxtoothachexx · 3 years

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can I ask the kamaboko trio with a demon hunter who became like a mother to them? 🥺 (not romantic obviously xD) I imagine accidentally calling him mom jsjs

a/n: I really liked writing this one, it’s kinda sad though cause they had all lost their mothers so having someone act motherly to them would probably mean a lot :,)

also!!! I have one more ask to finish and I’ll probably reopen my askbox! sorry I close it so often it just makes me anxious seeing asks pile up

Kamaboko Trio with a motherly demon slayer

Tanjiro

Tanjiro is very thankful for you. You’re so good at handling the others chaos and can give him a break from time to time

Whether it’s helping him clean or cook while Zenitsu and Inosuke argue about some dumb trivial thing instead of helping he always thanks you

He finds it very soothing to be around you. The way you act reminds him so much of his mother. It brings a bittersweet feeling in his heart

Whenever you act like a mother around him whether it’s fussing about wounds or checking up on him he almost cries at first from how much he missed this kind of love since his mother’s death

He’s good at not slipping up and calling you mom but eventually ends up doing it on purpose. He talks to you about how you resemble his mother with how loving you are and means it as a compliment

Definitely trusts you the most when it comes to looking after Nezuko. He knows you’ll take good care of his sister and trusts you with his heart

Inosuke

When he first meets you he thinks you’re annoying. He hates how you dote over him whenever he injures himself on a mission or worries about him being to cold running around on a cold night shirtless

He doesn’t like being told what to do or your concern and might try and argue or fight with you at first, but eventually tolerates it

There’s something about you that reminds him about someone he can’t quite remember. Your soft smile and (e/c) eyes filled love whenever you offer to patch up his wounds makes his heart fills with a nostalgic warmth from his childhood

Even when he tries to act like he doesn’t need your help he still awaits you speaking up to help him out

He avoids calling you mom but accidentally does sometimes, but immediately starts yelling threats about how he never said it

Zenitsu

Zenitsu loves it, you’re the person he immediately goes to hide behind when Inosuke is on a rampage trying to fight anything that moves

Your motherly instincts put him at rest. When they finish a particularly stressful mission he likes to curl up next to you when he rests

You mean so much more to him especially with how he never really got time around his own parents, He’d spent most of his life around Gramps and Kaigaku

Your kindness and how you like to take care of him is a pleasant contrast to the aggression and bullying he faced from Kaigaku and the almost tortuous training with Gramps

You praised him on his fighting once and he almost cried. It was the first time he’d heard something nice about it especially with how he only knew the first form

He turns into a blushing mess when he calls you mom but your sweet affirmations of it being okay puts him back at ease

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #zenitsu x reader

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Oh, at first it was so I could help visualize something. An author of a fic described a certain scene as slug-like, and another smutty artist drew genitals as slugs, so I just googled “slugs mating” out of pure curiosity. Then, it turns out later on I had to write a report for uni about limacids (family limacidae, a type of slug classification), so I went back to that video for part of the report. Kinda both entertained and embarrassed by the history of it. XD

I think the story behind this is much more interesting even than the slug mating thing xD

I just think it's neat how little, trivial things lead to another thing and then another and suddenly you are stuck with something like... slug mating xD

You'll probably have that knowledge for the rest of your life lol

Time to become a snail farmer, yeehaw 🤠

#Admin #also thanks for humoring me and stilling my curiosity #sounds like....... and interesting genital story lol xD

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edelvonhresvelg · 4 years

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Your recent edeleth prompt was very good, gave me many 🥺 feelings. Would you maybe write that Edelgard being treated softly by Byleth while she’s on the verge of tears the entire time because this is the first time in her life someone has treated her this way since her experiments? She should be allowed nice things even if she thinks she doesn’t deserve them :(

thank youuu! I aim to hit those feels. xD also, I’ve been thinking about this prompt a lot. it kinda hurts the more I think about it??? so I'm glad I finally got around to writing it. there were so many possibilities for where/when this could happen but I’ve not long got to the point of being able to invite people to tea in my recent playthrough so... 🥺

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Byleth had spent over a week preparing for the day: planning what treats she would get, picking the perfect gift — on which she sought some quiet input from Dorothea — and sourcing bergamot tea. It all had to be perfect.

Nothing short of perfect would do for Edelgard’s belated birthday tea.

From the moment Edelgard had accepted — and Byleth had been able to let go of her anxiety over the invitation with a faint sigh of relief — everything had gone perfectly. They talked about their first meeting, the view from the bridge, their plans for the future, and even dreamt of lazy days.

Edelgard had initially been taken aback by the Professor’s invitation, but simply couldn’t help but accept. From the moment they’d first met — memories which had been happily reawakened by their chatter — there was no denying that she had been intrigued by Byleth. Captivated, even; though she would never admit that depth to Hubert.

The time they spent together seated across from each other had been beyond anything Edelgard could ever have imagined. Byleth had gone out of her way to pick her favourite tea and stack a selection of pastries and cakes she adored. As they spoke, Edelgard couldn’t help but smile and laugh — even as, equally, she couldn’t help but wonder why in the world the Professor was being so kind to her.

“You know,” Edelgard began, setting her cup down in front of her. “It upsets Hubert when I spend time alone with you. I’ll refrain from telling him about this.”

Byleth let out a quiet laugh at the words — not a cruel or condescending laugh, but simply an amused laugh, and that in turn brought a fresh smile to Edelgard’s lips.

“As long as you enjoy this time together, that’s all that matters,” Byleth said, reaching to pick up her own cup. She took a sip of the tea, before setting it back down. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation. I should probably have told you upfront what this was for, though.”

Edelgard had been on the verge of saying just how much she did, in fact, enjoy the time alone together — though Byleth’s words stopped her, and her heart sank. Oh, she knew it; there was a catch to it all, an ulterior motive the entire time. How could she ever have believed that someone, anyone, would be so kind to her for no reason? How could—

The sudden movement of Byleth reaching under the table and bringing up a gift stopped Edelgard’s thoughts in an instant. A frown creased her brow as she looked at the elegantly wrapped box, confused, before glancing up and seeing Byleth staring straight back at her with a smile.

“Happy Birthday. I know it was last month, but I’ve still been so caught-up with getting used to things around here that getting you some flowers was all I could manage for the day. I wanted to do something proper, though. So, I thought some tea together, and…” Carefully, as not to knock any of the treats or tea, Byleth slid the gift across the table. “A present. A birthday present, specifically, even if it is a bit late.”

For a few moments, Edelgard could only stare at the gift box that had been placed in front of her. It didn’t make any sense. The flowers had been an unexpected surprise themselves, but the effort Byleth had gone to for the tea time together? The bergamot, the cakes, even the thought — and a gift?

“Edelgard?” Byleth questioned softly, leaning slightly forward over the table, head tilted. “Everything okay?”

The House Leader glanced up, seeing a concerned look on her Professor’s face, and only then realising that her own gaze threatened to line with tears. “Yes,” she choked out, before swallowing the lump in her throat.

Why was she almost crying?

Gloved hands reached out to rest on the gift, spending a moment simply resting on top of it, as though to verify that it was real. Then, fingertips found the ribbon wrapped so carefully around it, and equally carefully — albeit with her fingertips trembling for some reason beyond her comprehension — untied it, allowing her to open the box and peek in at its contents.

Slowly, she reached in to take out the small, fluffy mass. Holding it up in her hands so she could fully see it, she let out what was intended as a light laugh but ended up mixed with a sob.

The armoured bear stuffy was adorable. Even through her gloves she could feel how soft it was. It was the perfect gift. She wondered what had gone through Byleth’s mind in selecting the small stuffy; but then, the voice in her head questioned why the thought of a gift had gone through Byleth’s mind at all.

Sitting across from Edelgard, all Byleth could see in those moments were the tears gathering along lilac eyes and gloved hands tightening their grip on the stuffy.

“Edelgard…” Byleth’s voice was filled with concern, as she reached across the table, hesitantly placing her hand on Edelgard’s. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to upset you, if you don’t like it I—”

Suddenly, Edelgard was shaking her head, the faintest attempt at a smile crossing her lips. “I love it,” she managed to say, albeit a little hoarsely, as she squeezed the stuffed bear more gently to show she was indeed talking about the gift. The bear was also where she kept her gaze focused, because she didn’t dare look up to meet Byleth’s gaze.

Except while looking solely at the bear, she could see, from the corner of her gaze, Byleth’s hand resting gently on her own. A gesture of concern, and of comfort. One more thing that Edelgard simply couldn’t comprehend.

“I just—” the House Leader began, though quickly trailed off. After all, there was no way to put what she wanted to say into words without sounding ridiculous. “I don’t understand what reason you have for being so…so nice to me.”

“Reason?” Byleth questioned, surprise evident in her tone. Then, a soft smile crossed her lips, and she held Edelgard’s hand a little tighter in her own. “It was your birthday, so I wanted to do something nice, as a treat. That’s it. I can see you’re upset, and you don’t have to tell me why, but that wasn’t my intention. I just want you to be…happy.”

Edelgard couldn’t fathom the feeling in her chest, as she risked looking up — meeting Byleth’s gaze, seeing the genuine smile on her lips. Byleth wanted her to be…happy? Before she knew what she was doing, Edelgard stood, clutching the stuffed bear to her chest, furiously blinking back the tears she realised had been too close to spilling. “Well, thank you for the…treat, Professor. The bear, too, it’s…cute. I— I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

As quickly as she’d finished talking, Edelgard had left — lifting a hand to wipe away her tears the moment she was out of sight. There was no denying how much she wanted to spend longer there, seated opposite Byleth, talking about trivial topics, eating delicious pastries and sipping wonderful tea; and yet it was unthinkable that she should let herself cry in front of her Professor. What must she think about me now, after that…

Perhaps above all else, however, Edelgard regretted not telling the Professor just how happy the treat had made her.

#tea time with El is the best tea time #I just love these two so much #and you are right anon El DOES deserve nice things #ALL THE NICE THINGS #Edelgard #Edelgard von Hresvelg #Byleth #F!Byleth #Edeleth #Fire Emblem #FE3H #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fire Emblem: Three Houses #My Writing #Answered Prompts

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leo-gold-hotchner · 4 years

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Come Rain or Come Shine

Writer’s block, especially with the Sinner series.. And I really should work on S03 Hotch gifs..

It’s the same AU with ‘I kissed a boy’. And I thank all of you for liking it XD

Summary: Hotch can’t concentrate and you’re upset about something. Hotch comes to rescue you?

Aaron Hotchner X Male Reader

I kissed a boy AU

Warning: blood

Word: 2.1k

It’s been a slow day for the BAU, catching up every paperwork while joking and eating snacks with others. Morgan threw a popcorn to Prentiss who were whispering to JJ and Garcia. With an irritated look, Prentiss mouthed ‘what’ to her friend. Morgan, who was sitting on Reid’s desk gestured towards Hotch’s office with his chin.

“He’s not working is he?” Prentiss raised her brows knowingly.

“He was looking at his phone when I went him,” JJ shrugged.

“Usually, he’d come and say we have to give him the reports by now,” Reid checked his watch, “but it’s been 43 minutes 23 seconds he hasn’t ask for any reports.”

“I hope it’s not about Jack.” Garcia glanced at her boss worriedly.

“Nah, if it was about Jack, he’d be frantic and would’ve left already.” JJ shook her head, thinking she’d do the same if anything happens related to Henry. Their eyes went to Hotch, then Rossi who was standing still in front of Hotch. “How long he’s been standing there?”

“3 minutes and 48 seconds,” Reid replied automatically.

Hotch looked down at his phone once again, a deep sigh escaping his tight lips. His phone was showing the time, 19:44. Something happened? Why wouldn’t you call him? You always called him after your work. It’s been 44 minutes and Hotch was still waiting for your call.

“You could always call him.” A dry yet amused voice said, startling Hotch. Rossi smirked as he could hear his friend’s heart running fast. The usual stoic man’s eyes were widened, his jaw tightened and wincing in surprise.

“When did you come in?”

“Ask Reid.” Rossi shrugged, his hands in the pockets. “If you’re worried, call him.”

“What do you mean?” Hotch quickly busied himself with the files and papers that were in front of him, shoving his phone under the yellow folders.

“We all know you’re dating with the young man from the club,” the older man rolled his eyes as Hotch stopped moving. “As a profiler, you’re not that discreet about dating the fella.”

Hotch sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “What if he’s still working, just late?”

“You could always check his home and wait and surprise him. You’ve been there, aren’t you?”

“Once.”

Hotch wondered if his mentor was insinuating if he slept with you at your home. It never happened, not yet as Hotch hoped. You two were just watching a late-night movie and Hotch just drove you to your home, that’s all. Although, you did invite him to have a coffee which Hotch refused and off.

“But I don’t have time, I have to work and go to Jack.” Hotch said dismissively at Rossi.

“I can take Jack with me, I’m sure Henry will love to have Jack sleepover.” JJ said from the door.

With his mouth ajar, Hotch looked at his team who were looking at him expectantly from his office door. Everyone except Rossi was looking at him with their heads only popping out from the door frame.

“And, those guys will still be here when you return tomorrow,” Morgan pointed the files on Hotch’s desk.

“Since when all of you were interested in my personal life?” Hotch muttered drily.

“Every time, every day,” Prentiss grinned, “you don’t have to be a profiler to see you’re looking like a lost puppy looking for his owner.”

Hotch huffed, his brain kept screaming he should stay and finish the paperwork. But his hands were already stacking the files and papers, preparing to leave to see you.

“Atta boy,” Rossi smiled as Hotch was ready to leave.

Hotch left to see you while calling Jessica to inform her that JJ will pick up Jack. Garcia offered if JJ needed a hand to look after the boys, Prentiss quickly joining her friend to go to JJ’s home. Reid wanted to see Henry, though Morgan put his arm around the younger man’s shoulder, saying they need to go to the night club again. But Morgan’s wish dissipated as Rossi rescued Reid with an offer they couldn’t refuse. With a wink Rossi offered the team to have a sleepover at his mansion, giving Hotch some privacy to relax.

-Hotch-

As Aaron entered your neighbourhood, the Sun was already set, and the Moon was beaming along with the stars in the night sky. He immediately recognised your car in the driveway, and the engine goes silent as he parked behind your car. As he descended from his car, only thing he could hear was crickets playing their autumn instrument.

He briefly inspected your home, all curtains were drawn, no light visible in your house. He wondered if you’d fallen asleep, and his visit would wake you up. Should he turn back? Just like from his office, his legs were already walking towards your home, his eyes fixed on the door. Aaron stood in front of your home, the light on the porch brightening the area. His hesitant hand hovered around the doorbell as he bit the inside of his cheek. What if you were just busy and couldn’t call him? What if you just fall asleep after returning home? What if…? Okay, he wasn’t about to think about the worst scenario. He shook his head, and exhaled deeply. Grab your sense, Hotchner, you’re not a teenager. You’ve done this before, dammit.

For a brief moment, he didn’t hear anything after he pressed the bell. There was little light flash next to the security camera, and he had to move his face to avoid the light. He didn’t hear your voice through the security, but soon the door opened abruptly. You stared at him through the steel security door, eyes blinking. You were wearing a blue extra-large box t-shirt, and inappropriately Aaron was thinking whether you were wearing shorts or not.

“Aaron? What’re you doing here?”

“Good evening to you too,” Aaron gave you a small smile.

You opened the security door for him, and Aaron enters your home. The living area was dark and cold without any light, only the glittering light coming from the upstairs. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You asked, gesturing if he wanted any drink.

Aaron shook his head gently, telling you he wasn’t thirsty. “I was, but,” he gave you a little pout, pushing his lips to the side, “I was worried because you didn’t call me.” He hoped he didn’t sound like he was being a worrywart or even possessive.

You gave him hearty laugh at that, leading him to the upstairs. You didn’t say anything other than laughing, but Aaron could see something happened. Even with a merry smile, sadness was lingering on your face.

-Hotch-

You entered a large room where the blinking light was coming from, Aaron could hear voices from the television, but he wasn’t sure what you were watching. He momentarily hesitated to enter your room, entering your private room.

“Come on in, Aaron,” you called for him. As Aaron entered the room, he realised the room wasn’t your private room, but merely a small living room with couch and television. “It’s kinda weird to have sofa and telly in a room, isn’t it? Not in the living room.”

“Everyone has their own style,” Aaron shrugged, standing by the door awkwardly.

“Really,” you rolled your eyes, “come sit next to me,” you lightly patted the couch, “you weren’t awkward at the club.” You insinuated the kiss from the club when you first met.

Aaron huffed and sat next to you, thinking the first time when you two met. They haven’t kissed after that night, hell, they didn’t even hold hands or hugged yet. He stared the television, but he didn’t recognise the program at all, though he thought one of the actresses looked like JJ. You rested your head on his shoulder and he automatically moved his arm to make you comfortable.

“So, I made you worry?”

“You didn’t call me.” Aaron replied simply, but amused as an actor who looked like Gideon appeared on the television. “You called me every night after you finished your work, or texted me for the last two weeks.”

“I was?” You frowned as you replayed your memories in your head. “’m sorry if I worried you,” you mumbled an apology.

“No need to say sorry. You can tell me anything, you know.” Aaron looked down at your head, you blankly watching the television.

“You already have lots in your mind. I couldn’t burden you with mine.”

The silence quickly folded them around, and Aaron thought deeply if he should ask what was in his mind or not. Maybe you’d be more comfortable if he was really seeing you.

“Before I could ask you anything, are we in a relationship?” Aaron asked bluntly, and you snapped your head with your mouth ajar. “You look like a goldfish,” he laughed softly.

“Like a boyfriend?”

“’Boyfriend’ sounds juvenile for both of us,” Aaron replied drily, cocking his brow.

You stifled your laugh, hiding your face in his broad chest. “It sounds better than ‘manfriend’ isn’t it?”

Aaron snorted laugh, kissing your crown. “’Boyfriends’ or ‘manfriends’ or whatever you want to call us, I want to stay next to you. I want you to share your joy and sadness with me, talk me anything you’re worried about.” You brought his free hand into yours, and started to rub his fingers with your thumbs. “I’ll be with you as long as you want me to.” He brought your hand to his lips, and kissed your knuckle. “Now, am I yours?”

“Yes, and I’m yours,” your lips quirked in a small smile, gazing at his chocolate orbs.

“Good, now tell me why you didn’t call me. I know you acted surprised, but you knew you were calling me every night and deliberately didn’t call me today.”

“But it’s really nothing. I don’t wanna bother you with a trivial thing.”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” Aaron’s voice was gentle, his chest rumbling with his voice in your ears.

“I,” you sighed, looking at the television and turning if off. “I was called for a car accident. I’m fairly new, but I was told many stories and I always prepare myself for anything. But this was different than I thought,” you shuddered and his grip on your shoulder tightened to comfort you, “it was teenagers. The boy probably was drink driving, smashing into woods after going over the guardrail. I don’t know the detail, but it was so obvious from the scene.” You paused and Aaron waited patiently for you to continue. “The driver’s chest was plunged with a tree branch, blood looked so black in the dark,” you looked very ill, the event so vivid in your memory, “and his friend, he, he,” you gulped, “he was thrown over, and his head, oh gods Aaron.” You shut your eyes, burrowing into your boyfriend’s chest. Aaron gently murmured into your ear, chanting everything was fine and he was with you. “His skull was totally cracked, I could see the inside despite the blood. The brain, Aaron, it was dripping with the blood. His eyes were looking at me.” You nearly howled. “There’s nothing I could do, they were already gone.”

“It’s not your fault,” Aaron rubbed your back. “You were there to help them, you did everything you could.”

“I know, but I can’t get out the image of his eyes looking at me.”

“Were you late?”

“No,” you shook your head, “everything gone smooth, every car moved aside so we could pass through.”

“Did you try to help the boys?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head vigorously, “we just knew we were late to revive them, but we tried still.”

“See? You tried everything you could do. You did your best, you shouldn’t feel guilty.” Aaron knew you couldn’t just believe what he was saying. Because it also happens to him all the time whenever he couldn’t save people from UnSubs. “You’re the bravest man I’ve known, and trust me I don’t say this very often,” he inhaled your scent, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. He was trying to distract you. “Trust me with this, F/N, I’m in your position most of time. I know how you feel, but you can’t let that have you.”

“It’s going to be hard,” you said in a quiet voice.

“I know. It’ll come back to you as soon as you let it have you. It’ll never go away, you’ll have to learn to live with that.” He didn’t say anything for some time, letting everything sink into you.

Everything around you were quiet, only thing you could hear was your boyfriend’s heart in his chest. Without a warning, he let you go and stood up, leaving you who was frowning at him.

“They say when you’re sad, you should have something sweet,” he stretched his hand and you grabbed his. “Let’s go to a chocolate cafe, and I’ll tell what I did today.” Although, Aaron could easily imagine you pouting hearing he only did paperworks today.

“Who’s they?” You asked with a smile, your heavy mind lightened a bit after telling Aaron what happened.

“My friends,” Aaron gave you a soft smile. “You’ll see them, but not tonight. You and I are going to celebrate our first date as boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends sound so juvenile when it’s coming from you,” you laughed.

“You insisted, boyfriend.” Aaron smirked.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #male reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic

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wordupcomics · 3 years

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I wonder how Tobey changed from being a villain to having a relationship with Becky?

Oo I am so glad you asked this anon because I've actually been dying to get into this.

Quick note, I'm not going to be getting too specific on certain events because I'm planning on showing many of them eventually, several in the upcoming story "Everything Changes."

First of all, it's important to note that the question shouldn't so much be "how Tobey went from being a villain to being in a relationship with Becky," it's more of a question of "how Tobey went from bad to good." Becky and Tobey are in a relationship because Becky saw Tobey grow into a better person. Like I realize this is probably what you meant, but I still think it's an important distinction. Tobey didn't go good to be with Becky or WordGirl, he didn't grow as a person so he could be in a relationship or win someone over.

His journey started with making the choice. He had two key moments of making that choice. The first one was after he started to realize the damage he was doing to people, and not just in the sense that he inconvenienced their day or destroyed their property. He started to see how his actions could have a lasting effect, especially on people he cared about (his mom). In this moment, he decided to try to be good. Basically, just test it out, and see if he could do it. In this time he was pretty good about not going on robot rampages, and trying to control himself. But if the wrong thing had happened in this time, he probably would have snapped and quit. The second moment of choice happened months to a year later. Again, I plan to show this in Everything Changes, so I won't get too specific, but basically, Tobey was put into the position where he had to officially make the choice, no more "testing the waters," he either needed to decide to be all in or not. And I gotta say I'm excited to show you guys that moment.

After making the choice it was a matter of, how could he keep making that choice—every day—for the rest of his life. Things like finding other outlets helped, he started building robots for other purposes and finding different ways to express his anger and manage it a little better. But the biggest help he had was from people around him. Partly because they would help him think of better outlets for his previous habits, but also just having people he could go to and be with. So let's dive into some of these important people, shall we?

Family

His mother—it probably doesn't come as too much of a shock that his mother played a big role in all this. She was one of the major reasons he gave up being a villain and was a key person he could go to when things got hard. She was obviously very supportive of the decision and did whatever she reasonably could to help Tobey quit villainy cold turkey. Even when there was nothing she could do to help him, she was still a good person for him to talk out his emotions with. Who in the world would understand Tobey better than his mother after all.

His stepfather—while his stepfather, and by extension stepsister, didn't come into the picture until a few years after he had quit, he still was pretty helpful when it came to staying good. Tobey's stepfather, Alexander, was a psychologist, and therefore could see what would often spark Tobey's desire for destruction, so when Tobey asked for advice, Alexander had some good potential solutions. The key was that he only gave advice when Tobey asked, Alexander was very good about not overstepping with Tobey, and another benefit of him being a psychologist is it was easier for him to know when to give Tobey some space, and when to say "I'm here if you need anything." He also was a good male role model for Tobey, which the by then teen certainly needed.

His step-sister—Tobey and his stepsister, Charlette (who's name I can't seem to decide on how to spell so please excuse all inconsistencies while I figure that out XD) have a huge age difference, with Charlette being younger by about a decade. Tobey was very nervous when he met her, and once they developed a bond, he became a bit protective of her, something we'll see a bit of in the story "Know Me Not." She was good motivation for him to stay good because he really cared about her, and because she was so much younger, she never really got the chance to see Tobey's crimes, and Tobey wanted to keep it that way. He didn't like the idea of her even knowing that side of him existed, let alone her actually seeing that side of him.

Friends

Because Tobey actually kinda helped Becky get over a major hump in regards to grieving about Bob's sudden disappearance ("I'll let you vent to me about your problem that I don't care about if you let me vent to you about my problem that you don't care about"), Scoops and especially Violet immediately adopted him into their friend group. He helped their friend, during the most painful moment of her life, he was now one of them, whether he liked it or not. Becky was a little hesitant about this with Tobey still being a villain but didn't really fight the decision because she saw where her friends were coming from and did think Tobey had the capability to change. The four ended up being a very close group of friends that still are close to this day, even being the godparents to each others' kids. Because they were so close, they each played a role in helping Tobey stay off villainy.

Becky—Becky was the friend that wouldn't let Tobey get away with anything. If Becky had any problem with Tobey's words or behavior, she called him out on it. Scoops and Violet wouldn't do this, they were more inclined to shrug things off and just say "Oh that's just Tobey being Tobey" and would really only, politely, call him out if he really went out of line. Becky on the other hand called him out for almost everything and was always very blunt about it. Something that Tobey needed, and quite honestly appreciated. There was a time when Becky would cut Tobey some slack for super trivial things, but at one point, Tobey learned that his friends were holding back on calling him out for things, and got very upset. He didn't see how he could become a better person if his friends let him get off scot-free for things he shouldn't be doing. After this, Scoops and Violet called him out more, still very politely, but they could never quite get the guts to say anything when it was trivial. But after this, Becky would even call him out and be blunt about the trivial stuff. He said he didn't want to be off the hook for anything, and boy did Becky listen. And she still follows this rule, and it's something that Tobey really appreciates.

Violet—Violet was actually a pretty good friend to go to when Tobey was mad, partly because he found it pretty much impossible to be mad around Violet. She was too innocent, he couldn't bring himself to show his worst colors when she was around. Tobey is also very pessimistic while Violet is very optimistic, so she was also good to go to in that regard. Violet almost always had a very different perspective to offer Tobey in any situation, no matter how hopeless or negative it seemed to Tobey.

Scoops—I love the friendship dynamic I have between Tobey and Scoops so much. Scoops was the friend that Tobey most often did his "alternate" activities with. Tobey has the urge to go on a destructive rampage? Scoops is finding cans and crap and setting them up for Tobey to take a mini robot to crush. Tobey wants to build a robot but has no inspiration for what to make them for besides crushing buildings? Scoops has a wild and creative brain with ideas. One of their most common activities was video games. Video games were great for Tobey, he could pick violent ones and let out all his anger in a virtual setting with no real-world repercussions. And video games were an activity that Tobey could really only do with Scoops. Violet didn't like most of the games Tobey went for, and Becky was too competitive, something that was not good when Tobey was using them as an outlet for his anger. Scoops however was not competitive, he was just happy to be spending time with his friend. These two became video game enthusiasts and were always very excited when a new game was coming out, and would always buy it as soon as they could and have a sleepover and be up crazy late playing it. They still as adults get together from time to time to play video games, though now it's often family-friendly games so their kids can join the fun too.

The AVA

I've mentioned the Anti-Villain Association before, it's a group founded by Tobey and Dr. Two Brains, meant to be a support group for former villains and criminals trying to be better people. After Tobey officially announced he was giving up villainy, other villains were inspired by Tobey's actions and slowly over the years followed in his footsteps. When Tobey was a teen, after he, Two Brains, Chuck, Butcher, and Granny May had all given up crime, Tobey and his friends would often hang out and eat at Chuck and Butcher's sandwich food truck, which would later become a full-blown restaurant. One day Tobey met his friends there to ask for their advice on something, something he found very hard to deal with because of his past as a villain. About the time they were having this conversation, Two Brains stopped by the food truck to order a grilled cheese, and he, Chuck, and Butcher watched the teens' conversation as it got more and more intense from Tobey's side, eventually ending with Tobey getting frustrated saying "You guys don't understand because you were never villains!" and having to leave to cool off. After Tobey stormed off, Chuck and Butcher noted that while they did each have support, Tobey had a point that sometimes it was hard getting advice from someone who had never been a villain and therefore could never understand where they were coming from. Two Brains didn't really have this problem, since he had his henchmen who had stopped being villains with him, but he could see where the others were coming from. Two Brains then took his sandwich and chased after Tobey, and presented him with the idea that would eventually become the AVA. Two Brains wanted Tobey involved because Tobey inspired all this, he should have the right to help create a group to help other reformed villains in their journey if he wanted to. Tobey agreed and the two created, and both still run the AVA. It was and still is very helpful for all the former villains to work out their issues and talk about things that are often triggering for them, and even get advice if other villains have been in similar situations or have some good ideas.

All these things have helped, and still, continue to help Tobey not go back to villainy. He worked hard to grow, he even took the time to formally apologize to the city for his actions, and do things to help the city to make up for his actions. He went through many moments where he had to stop himself from snapping and potentially just throwing everything he'd worked for away. He's good now, but he's still growing, he still has anger management issues that will get unleashed if something is particularly emotional for him, something you'll see in the next batch for Return to Fair City. But now he still has all those systems in place and people to help him and bonus: now he has even more people in his life to help him. His in-laws are more people he's close to and can go to. He has more motivation than he ever has to stay good for Theo and Julie. And not just his own children, but also for his goddaughter (Daisy, Scoops, and Violet's daughter), his niece (Emma, Tj and Johnson's daughter), and his nephew (his step sister's newborn son, who I think I named Wyatt...I should probably know that huh?...)

Thank you for the question! It was so fun to answer! I hope you enjoyed this summary of Tobey's journey from a villain to a good person!

#wordgirl #word up #tobey mccallister #becky botsford #becky botsford mccallister #Violet Heaslip #violet heaslip ming #scoops ming #todd scoops ming #claire mccallister

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lala-pipo · 3 years

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(1/13) Ahh, yeah I just went over to the shower scene again, the scenes before and after it, and maybe because I was really immersed in Taem’s perspective at looking at things – I quite literally took it as is, like Jong had mood swings, not sure why and that’s it? But there IS something fragile in Jong, he acted oddly, and you are right that Taem does feel helpless and stuck in his own thoughts… it’s kinda hard to see the scenes unfold without Taem’s opinion on it right hahaha

(2) but that makes it really interesting for me, since I just literally follow Taem’s train of thoughts every time, until you pointed it out to me! Kinda feel bad about for not noticing it though ^^;; but yeah, for sure as an audience, we are just “pls come on you guys!! :(“ But, from chapter 10 we get to know Jong’s thoughts and feelings ououou sooo excited since so far we see Taem’s world and yeah!! I think maybe we would be able to see why Jong acted the way he did in the prev. chapters :3

Cricket nony!!! ❤️

How are you doing???

I mean it will still be Taemin’s POV from chapter 10 on (I don’t like it when people switch POV in the middle of a story Stephanie Meyer style :’D) but Jonghyun will be more expressive and talk more – so I guess this will be helpful to the reader to grasp his view on things.

(3) Right! He did get blinded by his own feelings, because maybe he doesn’t realize, well he does realize that it mirrors Jong-Key relationship to an extent, but not the whole of it? Like how he said to Jong, Key made Jong feel bad and upset so therefore he should just leave Key, and told him to stop pining for Key, but then eyy he can’t stop pining for Jong lol but then maybe he sees it as a slightly ~different~ situation hahaha

Let’s say Taemin is blindsided by love and acts and behaves in odd ways lmao, he will continue to do so in chapter 9. ^^”

(4) OMG CHAPTER 8!! YOU DID! YOU WENT IN like a warrior indeed omg… I cried cried cried… I re-read that outside club scene like so many times… because it just makes me so sad and *sniff* you did cut all the strings without any mercy uhuhuhuhuh I am looking forward on how the story will continue omg Taem going back to the hometown?? Where will the story go?? Drought onto chapter 9? Will Taem skip a semester on University and be back for Autumn instead?? T__T

(5) Right in front of your own salad lol YEAHH I saw the JongTae oneshots, I haven’t read them yet, I think I will read them when chapter 9 gets too much (honestly, mentally preparing myself for what is to come) T__T Hahaha but I think slice of life genre has some angst and fights sometimes too right, since it supposed to reflect real life right right, so it’s still generally a chill read, as in we even get to know Taem’s thoughts as he reads the bible, and also on dystopian-what-ifs scenarios l

Awww ... don’t cry :(

No, Taemin won’t skip a semester – that would be – too dramatic? Someone wasting their life away for half a year because of someone who doesn’t reciprocate their feelings? Don’t know about that. That seems a tad unlikely to me. ^^” But maybe that’s just me because I’m such a cold-hearted human being. :’)

(6) LOL yeah that is true you do know ~ the truth~ lol but perhaps you telling us that Taem is an unreliable narrator might help us? Lol might help us to doubt everything but literally will not help us to actually see the things, the scenes, the people, the relationships as is? honestly that is one of the big mysteries – everyone gets along so well with Key! And, for sure I’m taking everything with a grain of salt but still can’t help but feel sad for Taem :( obviously, since we are in his head

I mean if you come to think of it, Taemin got along well with Kibum as well in the beginning until he started developing feelings for Jonghyun and realized – or thought that Kibum is the one intervening with the happiness he could experience with Jonghyun.^^ I mean Kibum doesn’t do much, he just lives the typical life of a university student and enjoys himself - we can’t blame him for doing that.

(7) Right right as Taem is an unreliable narrator, I can’t tell lol but either way you are right, with or without intentions, humans are humans and we don’t know anything. Knowing that if Minho DID have intentions only add spice in the story but not really change the fact that he might be giving out bad advice unintentionally, like maybe he could have ulterior motives in general, but not particularly on that advice, does it make sense hahaha ^^;;

(8) Ahhh yeah I think maybe the scene in chapter 8 made it clearer of the emotional frustrations that Taem had with Jong? I think even the fact that you added 25k words alone on this chapter I think signifies that Taem was going through his head a lot, muddling his thoughts and frustrations with Jong? To kinda show that maybe not THAT much time has passed by, but surely in Taem’s head it feels like forever – with some many thoughts and feelings going around :(

I think why it does feel like a long time, although it’s just one semester – is the fact that they share a living space – and see each other constantly. That’s a completely different premise in contrast to people meeting out in the wild and meeting up for a cup of coffee now and then, or something the like. So the time Taemin spent with Jonghyun most likely felt far more intense to him.

(9) Dramatic Taem even reading the bible hahaha I really enjoy the biblical references though, most of the time they are funny references on how he compares something trivial to a bible thing xD Oh! And also!! Happy belated birthday! Is it December 3rd? Is that your birthday? Since it was a very specific date in the story that it got me wondering… hmmm could it possibly? I hope you were able to spend it with the people you love, and I wish you health and happiness for the years to come! <3

This is correct. ^^ December 3rd is my birthday and December 3rd was also the date I got to see Jonghyun live for the first time – so it has a double meaning. ^^ Thank you, you’re too kind. I had pizza on that day, so I had a lovely time…haha

(10) Big brain energy for the mythological aspect of Song of Sirens lol but but you know did I mention, ah probably I didn’t since I only do snort comments on Dorm Life lol but interestingly, I thought that Song of Siren would actually refer to a story of Jong having such a beautiful voice – as in he is the Siren and he be singing in the myth, but as it turned ouuut it is not the case lol

(11) That is why!! In the beginning especially I was really excited to know how the story might unfold to reveal that Jong is the siren, but then! (at least for me) it took an unexpected turn hahahah I already created a possible plot for the story before even reading the story lol so it was really fresh mint plot for mee :3

Ah – that’s interesting that you thought Jonghyun would be another siren. :o Jonghyun was supposed to be Selene first – but I thought that was 1) too obvious and 2) the story of the sirens and Persephone actually exists like that and wasn’t completely made up, so it was easier to tie the ends together. And I mean Jonghyun as the goddess of spring? That works well in my head as well. ^^

(12) Oh!! And don’t worry! I actually love doing this – making comments, observations, analyzations and actually asking you if they are your intentions or not! It’s like washing dishes and cleaning up my room, therapeutically calming! :3 I’m happy that it makes you happy <3 I am indeed sorry for blasting your inbox though… it must have been a LOT of messages ^^;; thank you for spending your time with my weird questions and observations honestly lol I read all of your AO3 replies, thank you!

I still haven’t managed to get through all of your comments on ao3 – but I hopefully will by the end of the year. Thanks again so much for leaving me so many comments to read <3 I wholeheartedly enjoy reading them. ^^

(13) I am doing much much better now! Thank you for your kind words <3 I really really appreciate the work that you put in Dorm Life! I have so much fun reading it! Like I only re-read it twice but I noticed things that I didn’t before, I’m just!! I am just super happy and I am super thankful for all your hardwork! I hope you have a lovely December too! I hope you can stay healthy as well! Thank you so much hwarang_number san for reading and betaing also! You guys are amazinggg! <3 Thank you!!

@hwarang-number thank you from me too! ^^

I’m glad you enjoyed the story so far. Chapter 9 will be a let-down in terms of entertainment value – it’s more of a filler chapter, but I still enjoyed writing it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for me as a writer it doesn’t feel like a filler, but I know it will feel like that to the reader. But I wanted chapter 9 to end on a cliffhanger, that’s why I didn’t add anything to it anymore. I hope chapter 10 will be more enjoyable in that regard again. ^^

Please take good care of yourself, cricket nony. I hope you will have a pleasant rest of December! *sends you all the best wishes*

#cricket nony #non-fic post #Anonymous #dorm life

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manikas-whims · 4 years

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Hi~ if you're still taking requests, what about Todomomo and cuddles? Or more specific, Shouto falling asleep and Momo stroking his hair, your choice. Thank you so much~♡

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, dear anon. I've been busy working on 3 different fics simultaneously 😅

Without further ado, here's your requested fic. Hope you enjoy it..:)

Of Duty and Love

Ship: Shouto Todoroki X Momo Yaoyorozu

Words: 1867

Rating: T+ ( Shirtless Shouto ahead xD )

Read on: AO3 | FFnet

The periodic repetition of a melodious fusion of flute and running water pervaded the quietness of a bedroom, disturbing the peaceful slumber of one of the two occupants on the king sized bed. After fussing underneath the blue comforter for a while in hopes of going back to sleep, a pair of dainty hands pushed it off of themselves, revealing a tangled mess of limbs. Obsidian eyes shot open in annoyance at the noise that had roused them from their state of rest and a pout settled upon the plump lips of one Momo Yaoyorozu. She found herself pushed to the taut chest of her boyfriend Shouto Todoroki, whose arms were lying securely around her waist. Wonderful! Usually she liked being held by him but not when his cellphone’s ringtone was blaring early in the morning and she was unable to reach it because of his tight grip on her, even when he was soundly asleep.

Soundly asleep.

As the thought slowly sinked in her drowsy mind, her eyes dilated in amazement. Shouto Todoroki was soundly asleep. Shouto Todoroki— the young man who never missed his alarms or calls, was never late for his duties as a pro hero, was always up and about without waking his girlfriend from her sweet dreams— was actually sleeping in?! With her years of training in stealth tactics, Momo raised her upper body as much as she could under his hold and picked up his phone from the side table. She disconnected what seemed to be the third call from his senior Burnin, switched off the device and went back to staring at her boyfriend in wonder. Although both of them are morning people, this is her first time rising earlier than him, her first time being able to gaze like this at his most unguarded form. It must be due to the successive late night patrolling duties he’d been doing most of the week along with regular missions in the morning. All this restless working was bound to take a toll on him sooner or later.

Her lips turned down and she looked worriedly at his face. Will it hurt him to take it easy every once in a while? Instinctively, she traced her fingers along his sharp jawline, going further down his long neck, finally coming to a halt upon his bare chest. She splayed her palm over his heart, feeling its recurring beating and placed a chaste kiss their so as to not stir him from his tranquil sleep.

Another thought crossed her mind as she watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. How long had it been since she last cooked a meal for him? Probably a month? Well, its not like they really got any time for simple domestic things like those since they were both occupied with their hero work most of the time. She pressed her lips together, having an inner conflict with her own principles. She herself had never skipped a working day or requested a leave. She sincerely followed the rules and regulations set by her agency. But one glance at her innocently asleep boyfriend and she decided to break her code. She was sure people can live one day without the services of pro heroes Creati and Shouto.

With newfound determination, she sneakily wiggled out of his arms, looking back once to check if she had alerted him but luckily, his eyes were still shut placidly. She readjusted the straps of her silk, red slip on her shoulders and began crawling out of the bed. Her victorious smile however, was short-lived as the very same pair of arms she had pried away so smoothly, tugged at her nightwear, pulling her back. With a yelp, she landed clumsily atop a very conscious Shouto Todoroki who was staring pointedly at her.

“And where are you going?” he asked in his soft tenor, his disheveled crimson and snow locks making him all the more appealing.

“S-Shou..you..I thought you were..” She fumbled for words.

“Asleep?” he supplied and shook his head, “I’ve been awake ever since your lips touched my chest.” He explained gesturing at the spot she had kissed moments ago. “I was still kinda groggy so I kept my eyes closed. Also, I was curious about what you were up to.” He paused and looked intently at her, “Honestly, I had expected more kisses.”

Momo's face flushed a deep shade of pink. The young Todoroki always kept surprising her. She stared back at him, confused by his last statement. Did he like being kissed all over his torso? Was he really expecting that? If so, she would happily oblige, albeit slightly bashfully.

“Anyways,” he spoke, breaking her train of thought and flipped their positions so he was on top of her, “We both need to get to work.”

That said, he reached for his cellphone and frowned. Seeing as it was switched-off, he averted his questioning gaze towards his ebony haired girlfriend.

Momo bit her lip, her eyelids lowering in concern. “Overexertion is bad for health. You need to rest.”

“I can handle extra work.” He replied deadpan.

“I know!” she intoned in frustration, “I know, Shouto. You are strong, talented, hardworking and more than capable. But even you need breaks.”

“I’m supposed to run Endeavour Agency as its new Head.” Shouto reminded her, to which she narrowed her eyes.

“Exactly! You’re the one leading it now! You can make calls like these. I’m sure it won’t be a hassle for the Flaming Sidekickers to take care of the agency for a one day.” Momo reasoned weakly.

Shouto just stared at her, flashing her his best shocked expression. He wasn’t sure if his ears were functioning properly. Momo Yaoyorozu was asking him to misuse his authority to skip a day of work? The creation hero who had always been far more professional than him and the rest of her classmates at UA, was treating this as something so trivial? To say that it wasn’t amusing would be a lie but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his old man’s tantrums. He knew that Burnin and the other sidekicks will actually be partying over his absence from the agency because of their constant complaints about him never taking a day off but not his grumpy father. Yes, Enji Todoroki had stopped pushing his own wishes onto his son long ago as the older man had come to terms with the fact that his son wasn’t obligated to do so. Still, the retired man will lecture him about how nothing but the best was required of him as the heir to the Todoroki hero legacy.

Shouto noted the gleam of conviction in Momo’s eyes and discerned that he won’t be able to beat her. There’s no chance of victory once his girlfriend strived to achieve something. Hence, he wordlessly moved off of her and stood up from the bed, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. If he said nothing, he won’t have to face her logical arguments.

Momo shamelessly admired his naked torso, his rippling abs and the teasing v-line that disappeared beneath his low hanging shorts. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting about her real objective so easily and forced a serious countenance upon her face. The gears in her head began turning at a fast pace as she tried to come up with a plan to desist her boyfriend from leaving.

Just as the icy-hot hero turned around, an idea bubbled in her mind and she motioned herself forward towards him. Shouto froze (no pun intended) at the sensation of his girlfriend’s skilled fingers wrapping tantalizingly slowly around his abs. A traitorous groan escaped his lips as he let her pull him back onto the plush mattresses with little to no reluctance at all. He reveled in the touch of her soft lips trailing kisses along his nape and chiseled back. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back in pleasure as he felt her palms slide past his shorts, fingers ghosting over the elastic waistband of his boxers. He held his breath in anticipation of whatever more sensuous his girlfriend would do next.

To his utter dismay, nothing happened.

And just as he flicked his eyes open in discontentment, he felt himself being hauled onto the bed, an extremely serious Momo Yaoyorozu pinning him beneath her smaller frame. She entwined their fingers tightly, pushing his hands above his head and straddled him, puffing out a triumphant breath.

“Momo,” he called hoarsely, a hint of annoyance in his tone at being tricked.

She shook her head vigorously like a child and announced resolutely, “I’m not letting you go!”

Shouto watched her lie down next to him before she pulled him into an embrace and pouted. The aggravation in his form was immediately replaced by fondness and he chuckled lightly at how adorable she acted when she tried to act mad.

“What are you doing?” he asked, regarding her sudden peculiar behavior.

“I’m cuddling you till you give up on your intentions of going to work today.” She informed in a solemn voice, snuggling further into his chest.

“What?” he scoffed, finding her declaration completely childish yet cute at the same time.

He felt her peck his collarbones. “You heard it. I’m not letting you go. I’ll harness the power of my love for you to keep you here. You’ve saved enough people, Shouto. For today, I want you to be just my hero.” She explained, worshipping every inch of his torso with her lips, no signs of shyness visible.

A distant memory of his childhood drifted Shouto's thoughts— a memory of his mother protecting him from the harsh reprimands of his goal-blinded father. A memory he had kept locked into the deepest recesses of his mind like many others. And the mere remembrance of the somber life he had in his past, was enough to make him feel a sense of gratefulness towards the young woman who was currently showering him with kisses. Momo was kind and compassionate, the perfect example of a good human being. He wasn’t sure what she had seen in him to happily give her big heart to him. But he was glad she did. She compensated for all the love he was deprived of during his dismal childhood. She was always reminding him that even someone like him deserved a breath of calm.

A rare, small smile lit up his usual impassive face as he stared down at his girlfriend who was currently poking at his abs in fascination. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of ditching his commitments as a pro but he draped an arm around her waist nonetheless. His fingers bunched into the thin fabric of her silk nightie as his other hand glided up her curvaceous back, settling in her long tresses. The young heroine shifted her attention from his taut abdominal muscles to his face, a glimmer of certainty in her cat-like dark irises. He simply brushed his lips across hers' and nestled his head in the crook of her neck, her ardent emotions defeating his resolute sense of responsibility.

“Fine, I’ll stay.”

A/N: I hope it was to your liking, dear anon ☺

Send in your requests for SasuSaku, TodoMomo, HitsuHina, Zenyuki & Yatori via asks.

#todomomo fanfic #todomomo #todomomo fanfiction #shouto todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #shouto x momo #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki x yaoyorozu

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[Translation] UtaPri Non-Fiction Drama Track 2 - “Trust”

Track 2, yay~! I kinda didn’t expect the atmosphere it had when first listening to it but now, the song makes so much more sense to me XD

SONG | Track 1 | Track 2 | Track 3 | Track 4

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Track 2: “Trust”

[0:00]

RANMARU/CAMUS: Non-Fiction

RANMARU: (stretching) Such great weather, huh? Makes me wanna go out somewhere.

RANMARU: Still, breaks when work’s started is pretty special.

CAMUS: Indeed. Schedule’s been tough these days. It’s truly something else.

CAMUS: We didn’t even have time to rest then.

RANMARU: Now that things have calmed down, I feel kinda hungry.

CAMUS: (chuckles) You eat too much. Even though you ate so much this morning?

CAMUS: As usual, you’re such a glutton.

RANMARU: Morning is morning. Lunch is lunch!

RANMARU: Isn’t this fine? I’m taking care of my health, aren’t I?

RANMARU: Plus, who was the one who stole my breakfast pancakes, huh?

CAMUS: (chuckles) You accuse me so much.

CAMUS: Wasn’t that made specially for me?

RANMARU: Yeah, it is. That’s ‘cause you kept blabbing on about wanting to eat some.

RANMARU: You even wanted whipped cream, fruits, and syrup. You had too many demands that it was so difficult.

CAMUS: Be happy. At least that means I expect much from you.

CAMUS: That means I have high opinions of your cooking skills.

RANMARU: Sure, sure. Well, thank you.

RANMARU: Anyway, this studio’s cafeteria is pretty famous for having delicious stuff.

RANMARU: Let’s go.

(Ranmaru starts running)

RANMARU: Hurry up.

CAMUS: (chuckles) He’s not a child and yet he’s running so quickly. What a troublesome guy.

[01:52]

RANMARU: (sighs) Ah, I ate a lot~ Now that I’m so full, I feel sleepy.

RANMARU: Maybe I’ll nap for a bit. (Ranmaru settles himself on the grass)

CAMUS: There you go again sleeping where you feel like it.

CAMUS: Sleeping right after eating is bad manners, you know?

CAMUS: Plus, your clothes will get dirty.

RANMARU: It’s fine. This is just grass. If I dust myself off with my hands, it’ll fall.

RANMARU: Come on, you sleep, too! It feels good!

(Ranmaru pulls Camus down)

CAMUS: Good grief. You’re as pushy as always.

(wind blows)

RANMARU: Hey. When this drama’s filming is over, let’s go somewhere.

RANMARU: Watching the sky while lazing around, eating delicious food, and stuff.

CAMUS: How is that different from what we’re doing now?

RANMARU: You got a point there. It’s not that different, huh?

RANMARU: Well, what’s important is not what we do. It’s probably who we’re doing it with.

CAMUS: It is a strange feeling. To think that I would be sitting and talking with you here of all people.

CAMUS: If my past self saw this, he’d probably be surprised.

RANMARU: That’s ‘cause you refused and kept starting fights at first.

RANMARU: In the first place, I didn’t know what to do during our first days as a group. I felt like I fumbled a lot.

CAMUS: When you think of how four people with different personalities would be in one group, you’d worry a bit first, you know?

RANMARU: I couldn’t tell what you all were thinking at first so I couldn’t bring myself to trust any of you.

RANMARU: We clashed a lot, you said your feelings outright, and sometimes we hurt each other.

CAMUS: Our birthplaces, how we were raised, personalities, and way of thinking are very different.

CAMUS: But, we might’ve felt some parts that were similar to each other.

CAMUS: We were anxious and were searching for some sort of support deep within our hearts.

RANMARU: Right?

RANMARU: I wanted to trust you but I couldn’t.

RANMARU: I was scared of being betrayed.

RANMARU: I feel like I… showed my weakness a lot then.

(flashback)

RANMARU: It’s once in a lifetime!

RANMARU: I live my life without ever lying to myself.

RANMARU: I’ll believe in you.

CAMUS: Hm. It won’t be my fault if you regret this.

CAMUS: Making me serious, I mean. I won’t hold back.

RANMARU: Yeah, bring it on!

(end flashback)

RANMARU: Finally understanding each other…

RANMARU: That’s what I believed in deep inside.

CAMUS: Though, I only yielded because you were so persistent.

RANMARU: Then, this might be my once in a lifetime victory (against you).

RANMARU: All my other attempts at getting along with people ended in failure.

RANMARU: I’ve changed quite a lot, too.

RANMARU: I mean, I’m talking to you like this right now.

CAMUS: People change even from the smallest things.

CAMUS: Even if the cause might be from something trivial, it might end in something good or bad.

CAMUS: It’s abrupt, too.

CAMUS: It happens without warning.

RANMARU: Saying things like that is not like you.

RANMARU: You’re the always confident Earl, aren’t you?

CAMUS: Fool. I’m saying this as a ‘what-if’ situation.

CAMUS: If you let your guard down a little, you’ll slip, is what I meant.

RANMARU: Well, no matter what happens, let’s do our best with what’s ahead.

RANMARU: The duet… I’m looking forward to singing it.

CAMUS: Yeah. Let’s leave no regrets.

CAMUS: Us singing together like this might be a once in a lifetime chance, too.

RANMARU: Don’t say it like it’ll be the last time. We haven’t even started yet.

CAMUS: I’m just preparing myself. It’s once in a lifetime, isn’t it?

CAMUS: We have to go back soon. Kotobuki and Mikaze might be waiting, too.

RANMARU: We have a lot of time before the next activity, right?

RANMARU: I’ll take care of something else so I’m heading backstage for a bit.

[06:40]

CAMUS: (to himself) A life without lies, huh…

CAMUS: If it were true, how good would it really be?

(flashback conversation)

RANMARU: I have a feeling that we finally understood each other.

RANMARU: That we were a special four.

RANMARU: If it’s with these guys… I can aim for the best music!

(end)

CAMUS: Special, huh…

RANMARU: What purpose are we even here for? It’s to sing, right?!

CAMUS: Yes, as an idol…

RANMARU: I live my life without ever lying to myself.

CAMUS: A life without falsehoods…

CAMUS: For the queen and for my goal, I’ll continue to deceive everything.

CAMUS: Even my own heart.

RANMARU: I’ll believe in you.

CAMUS: Why did I accept it that time?

CAMUS: I could have declined. No, I should have declined.

CAMUS: Many times I’ve continued asking myself why.

CAMUS: And yet the answer still won’t come.

CAMUS: To think that I could be moved by such kindness and affection.

==END==

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tora-bae · 5 years

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Done with the cool megane ikemen Van Helsing's route!

If Impey's route just barely touched the plot, Van's route was like a shallow scoop of the ice cream. You get a little taste, but it's not enough to savor the flavor.

EDIT: ...wow this got longer and rambly than I thought XD

First of all, there are no grammar / spelling errors, unlike Impey's route. I did notice that the translator opted to use some uncommon words like lachrymose... or maybe I'm just stupid lol. I did stop reading books for a while now...

Also, it might be trivial, but I found this part weird:

I don't know why the translator used the word "gun" instead of scissors. I'm guessing they were only given the script so they couldn't see the sprite of Jack the Ripper clearly wielding scissors. Still, I can't see the reason they would change the script like that.

Okay, on to the plot. I found it funny that Van kept trying to distance himself and leave the rest of them, but something happens and he reunites with them anyway lol. This probably happens 3-4 times haha. But because of this, there is a lack of sweet moments. When those moments happen though, they're mushy as heck ^^;; Cardia herself, especially. She doesn't have a voice so I can't be sure but the translation probably has something to do with it. I had to look away and brace myself first before reading the dialogues lol. Just my opinion ^^v

Now onto the plot, for realsies. The twist was good, and enough hints were provided so as to not make it look like it came out of left field. One thing that I wish was clarified was Hidden Strength. How did Aleister do it on Van? Subliminal messages? Some kinda brainwashing? And when he uttered the "magic spell", it just activated? Again, maybe I'm just dumb so I didn't get it ^^;;

That epilogue though! W-Who is this guy and what has he done to Van?! ...So apparently, he's the type that's able to hand out compliments without getting embarrassed. I see ^^;;

All in all, not bad. The plot is unraveling at a good pace, but the journey towards the truth has just begun. We could also see glimpse of San’s mystery. What would’ve made this better is… more Dora-chan!!! More Dora-chan and Van interactions!!! I thought we’d get more of this cute guy in Van’s route, but I was wrong 😭

I wonder if I should start his route next, contrary to the recommended route order. Hmm.

Next up: Fran! Or San! Imma rest for now though

p.s. HIS EXTRA EPISODE THO, DAMN 😭👌💯

#code realize #guardian of rebirth #visual novel #otome game #vn #otoge

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Some Yelevi? I know this sounds ridiculous but after seeing her smiling to him, i kinda low-key ship them 😂 (Levi has a thing for tall people after all, and Yelena is freaking 2 meters high!!) XD

Yes, Yelena….Please, Isayama…let me climb Yelena like a tree, I beg you!! 😭💕

Eye to Eye

YeLevi. Canonverse.

1457 words.

Levi doesn’t usually mind obnoxiously tall people. After all, they’re able to provide him with a decent amount of shade when it’s sunny and, as much as he hates to admit it, they’re useful when it comes to getting things on the top shelves where he can’t reach. Does he ever want to be that horrifically tall? Fuck no. Life’s already shitty enough without constantly bumping his head against the top of doorframes and having to squish gangly limbs together to make more room for others in horse-drawn carriages. No, he’s fine the way he is and he’s fine if people are taller than him, but does she have to shove her gargantuan height in his face like that?

At first, he wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose. When she had arrived on Paradis – all two meters of her – she had looked down on him and gave him the strangest smile. He brushed it off, thinking that she was just tall and awkward. Her smile, he was sure, was just her way of politely greeting him as a new ally. Strange, perhaps, but his own social skills are too poor for him to judge others, so he didn’t think twice about it until later. He sees now that she must have been making fun of him all along, mocking him for his lack of height when she was tall enough to squish him effortlessly beneath her boot.

It only took him a few days to be completely certain of it. She was constantly handing him things even though they were within his reach if only he stretched a little bit further. She’d put her hand on his head or shoulders like he was a headrest instead of the captain of a formidable military force. Sometimes she’d even smile at him like they were good friends even though they’re nothing of the sort. That’s what he hates the most, the smiling. While there’s a chance it’s a friendly smile, a part of him believes that it’s nothing of the sort. It’s too much of a smirk to be friendly and that gaze of hers only reminds him of how much shorter he is compared to her.

“Do you really hate her that much?” Hanji asks him at one point. They have a habit of being too nosy. He’d tell them to stay out of this, but he’s learned that it does nothing.

“You can tell?” he asks sarcastically.

“You’ve been glaring at her for a while now,” Hanji replies. They take a seat next to Levi, leaning over to take a better look at his face. After all the time they’ve spent together, he thinks that they’d have a good idea of what his scowl looks like by now. “I don’t really understand why though. After all, Yelena is one of the first soldiers from Liberio that offered to work with us. In a way, we’re indebted to her, you know.”

Levi scoffs. “They only want something from us. Don’t act as though they’re doing us a favor,” he says.

“Yeah, working with us after we threatened them with a Titan, wiped out most of their naval fleets, and pointed our guns at their throats. And they helped us build our own naval forces, introduced us to more advanced weaponry, and even dined with us over Marleyan cuisine,” Hanji snorts. They frown and take a closer look, scrutinizing him carefully. “No, there has to be another reason why your distaste for her is so strong, but what is it?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Let them wonder for the rest of their life. It’s nothing that concerns them after all. And what does it matter if he doesn’t quite get along with soldiers from Liberio or even Yelena in particular? He’s sure their operations will function whether he likes any of them or not. Hell, he hates over half the people he works with and yet the world still turns. Hanji’s just making a big deal out of this.

Suddenly, Hanji snaps their fingers and points at him, a spark of delight on their face. “You dislike her because she’s taller than you,” Hanji says. They state it rather than ask it, so sure that they’ve found the correct answer.

“What? Why would you say something like that?” Levi splutters. He’s not sure what surprises him more, the fact that Hanji would accuse him of disliking someone for such a childish reason or because Hanji is completely right.

Hanji ignores him, instead calling over the devil herself who is just passing by at exactly the wrong moment. Waving their hands ecstatically and drawing more attention than they actually need, Hanji calls her. “Yelena! Hey, Yelena! You know Levi hates you?”

For some reason, this mortifies him. It’s not like it’s anything to hide though. Levi just lets out a disgruntled sigh, looking carefully at Yelena. She doesn’t look offended or even hurt. In fact, she looks amused. On her face is a smile similar to the one that she had greeted him with when she and the other soldiers had first arrived on Paradis.

She walks over to them in just a few strides. Curious, she tilts her heard as she stares down at Levi like she always does. “Hate? That’s a rather strong word, isn’t it?” Yelena asks Hanji. She returns her gaze back to Levi. “Is that true? I always had the impression you looked up to me.”

He doesn’t understand why Hanji begins cackling right at that moment. He finds nothing about Yelena’s words particularly amusing and he’s still in the dark until Hanji wipes a tear from their eye after laughing so hard.

“Perhaps that is so,” Hanji says, struggling to regain composure only to have a giggle escape from their lips. “But maybe he feels that you’re always looking down on him, Yelena.”

“That’s not it,” he growls, but the two of them ignore him. He should just storm out there right now because he knows they’ll just continue teasing him, coming up with jokes that they believe are clever but are just childish and a waste of time.

“If that’s the case, you should have just spoken to me, Levi,” Yelena says. She straightens herself out, reminding him just how much she towers above him. One might think that she does this unintentionally, but he’s almost certain that she’s doing this on purpose. “We could have talked and sorted all of this out, although it might be difficult for us to see things eye to eye. You needn’t be so hasty as to find a reason to hate me, but perhaps it’s in your nature to be short-tempered and quick to jump to conclusions?”

He knows better than to be provoked by such trivial comments, but he finds his anger boiling over anyway. He reaches out to grab her by the shirt, pulling her down so that they’re finally face-to-face. “Listen here, punk,” he growls, but he’s made a very serious miscalculation.

He hasn’t taken into account just how close their faces are and, more importantly, just how brilliant and deep her large brown eyes are. Thus, he’s faced to deal with just how long and thick her eyelashes are, how her earthy brown eyes are flecked with a smattering of gold and green, and how her lips – so full and pink and soft-looking – are so close to his.

He knows what his next thoughts will be, and he wants to prevent them from ever crossing his mind because he knows that once they do, they’ll never escape. Immediately, he lets go of her. No, he does more than that. He practically pushes her away from him, causing her to stumble backward in surprise, but it’s already too late. The thought has already made its way into his head, and he knows that it will plague him later tonight, later tomorrow, and later even after that.

Yelena is too confused and startled to understand what had happened, but Hanji is far too smart for their own good. As Levi mumbles a lie about having to meet someone somewhere, Hanji calls after him. He can even hear that they’re smirking just by the tone of their voice.

“Hey, Levi,” Hanji yells. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he offers them his middle finger. Normally he’d be angry enough to tell them to shut up, but he can’t risk turning around. He knows that in doing so, there’s a chance that he’ll catch a glimpse of Yelena’s face, reminding him of what it was like to have their faces so close together, and he can’t have that. At least the chances of that ever happening again are incredibly slim.

Fucking tall people.

#yelevi #levi ackerman #yelena #snk #and please give her a last name!!!#asks #answered #requests #asyamharits

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thesecretoflivereactions · 2 years

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Episode 15 and we have yet a little bit more to fangirl about, as we are watching the “making off” of the dance scene from the second CCS-Movie in this Episode. Yeah!

In case you haven’t noticed that, the Anime likes to make sure you really see and understand that, because eventually it will get important for the plot.

XD Tomoyos mother really, really loves Sakura ^^’

Tomoyo and I are really enjoying watching Sakura struggle here XD

I on the other hand enjoyed that very much and feel like I should rewatch that movie again XD

Ahh... soooo adorable ♥ I always say that these too are too much sugar. But every once in a while, one needs too much sugar XD

Play the TRC opening! XD

There is going to be a play. But it will be a weird adaptation of Alice in Wonderland and I am not sure if Shaolan will even have a role in it. Would be weird to give one Alice (yes, we will have two) a partner and the other one not, as Akihos partner can hardly play a role in a schoolplay ^^’

An earthquake because they said the Play ended because of an earthquake?

Another double episode. I guess they lacked content as they rushed way past the Manga at this point.

Episode 16 of 22. Were getting closer to the end.

It seems a bit... overboard to change the time just because he accidentally let it slip that he knew about Sakuras fathers occupation. He could easily made up some excuse, or make her believe she did in fact mention Sakuras fathers job before. But I guess that was just the Animes excuse for showing us Kaitos time-changing powers. No idea how it happened in the Manga... but given the risk of doing that, I doubt he would do it for something so trivial there too. But I could be wrong.

This was sudden and kinda lame. It was like they just needed something to fill the rest of the episode. A filler in its truest form.

I see what you did there XD But she is right.

*stretch* Okay... next.

#CCS CCA Mona Version

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waywardsons-imagines · 7 years

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This Broken You

Admin Author: @wrenwritesometimes (sorry, it's my writing blog)

A/N: @little-princess-wiccan asked: “Hi there I was wondering if you could make an imagine about Sam walking in on you trying to kill yourself and or self harming because of your abusive boyfriend but Sam loves you and you love him too. I know this seems weird but it helps me get through hard times. Can you make it very detailed?”

Dude, it's not weird. x) If that’s what you're afraid is weird, don't be afraid to ask “weirder” ones! It makes writing interesting, to have a complicated plot or idea. It's like a puzzle we gotta solve - means more brainwork. And don't worry about detail, I'm gr8 at that. xD

Quick side note, beginning HEAVILY influenced by the beginning of “A Car, A Torch, A Death” by twenty one pilots whilst writing. Sorry? Nupe. The ending was written to “Big Picture” by London Grammar, which is a very beautiful song. Kinda fits to.

Thanks too @imnoaingeal for reading through this and helping me!

Warnings: Mentions and kinda graphic explanation of self harm?? Woopsh??, mentions of (and actual un-intended not-so-“mentioned”-such-as-maybe-actual, woopsh) abuse, cursing, angst, and let's add some floof... “a song's never just sad”. Ooh, let's have some confrontation too… violence. Am I making it obvious that I'm outlining what potentially will be in this story through the warnings? Am I sorry? Nupe. Am I talking to myself in my own “author’s notes”?... Let's move on.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

I hope your hard times become soft, my friend, and here we go:

The air felt thin when you started the car, as you seethed in your own special way… Feeling angry and heartbroken at a situation you could easily end and walk away from.

But could you? Really? It had been years… he knew everything about you… maybe that was the bad thing… every detail about you felt like blackmail when on his tongue.

There was always the lingering fear that he'd go to the authorities with your background as a hunter. … at least that's what he said once, when you said you'd leave him.

Suddenly, your heart seized, then sped up as your body forced an unpleasantly sharp inhale as you sobbed. You couldn't really breathe right… You needed to pull over.

You didn't realize where the destination you were aiming for was until you had cried for a good ten minutes.

You were silent, nothing but your car’s engine and the sparse passing cars rumbling down the road making a sound.

You stared at the road sign announcing the road you usually took to get to the one place you felt at home - really at home.

You had been on your way to the bunker.

You were hesitant, your shoulders hunched as you hung to the steering wheel desperately.

Sniffling, you shifted out of park and drove again.

Bunker.

You parked in the garage and resisted the temptation to just sleep in your car.

Instead, you left the car; your exploding phone still in it.

You made your way through the halls, through the war room, and found the room you used to crash in. You felt like you were in a trance; a zombie - with a hankering for the comfort of a Men of Letters memory foam bed.

You kicked off your shoes and didn't even close your door as you curled your body under the covers and just... wept.

You hadn't realized it when you were walking - but you remembered seeing a very baffled Winchester duo staring at you as you had moved through their home.

Despite every bone in your body not wanting attention right now… what you wouldn't do for comfort from either one of them right now…

No, you thought as a new wave of emotion ripped through you like a bolt of electricity. No, they wouldn't care, they'd blame you for staying, they'd blame you for complaining of something easy to end.

So you wept, ignoring Sam and Dean when they made it to your doorway a minute after these thoughts.

Dean had looked to Sam when you were silent besides your hiccuping sobs, and then left with a kind and soft, “It's great seein’ you, short stuff.”

Sam walked past the threshold of the door and stood, silent, for another minute.

You had stifled your sobs, now sounding like you were breathing heavily and uneasily.

“It was him, wasn't it,” Sam said, more a statement than a question.

You let out a stuttering sob, tucking your head under your blanket.

You didn't hear Sam say anything else, but he was sitting on the edge of your bed not a moment later, a large hand on your shoulder. “Shh…” he comforted, his thumb tracing circles.

You remained stubborn in your position under the blankets; the air becoming thick with your own breath, therefore making it difficult to breathe.

“I'm gonna let you rest, but in the morning,” Sam said softly, “I'm gonna want to know if me and Dean need to knock this guy into next week…”

You resisted the urge to shake your head; and instead nodded. So he would leave.

He did.

You were past the grief now.

You had reclaimed your phone.

And oh.

What a mistake that had been.

11:45: You fucking cunt, who said that you could leave

12:34: You've been gone for a fucking hour, you with your fucking friends right? The dean and sam guys you never shut the fuck up about?

12:34: Fuck those guys

12:34: You're with them. Aren't you

12:40: Fucking bitch, where are you?

12:41: Stop fucking IGNORING me

12:55: You're pathetic. I don't know why I fucking stay with you… your entitled, fat ass. Maybe it's because I'm the only one who’ll tolerate and HANDLE the stupid, dumbass, INSIPID shit that comes out of your mouth. All of the shit i do for you, and yet you still have NO respect for me, for the amount of effort I put in this relationship with you. You think I'm not a real man because I haven't killed a fucking UNICORN? Fuck you and your shitty hunter bullshit, you fucking insane person. I don't know why I got together with you, I deserve so much better than this, so much better tha--

You had stopped reading.

You. It had said.

And you believed it, your features looking ugly in the bathroom mirror as you glared at your body in the reflection.

You were fat. You were dumb. You were entitled. You were insipid.

Everything he said was justified.

You were insane.

You scrambled around the bathroom mirror cabinet, aching to do something - anything - that would hurt more than this.

You weren't thinking anymore - you were deciding - but despite this haze, you made rational decisions.

Punching the mirror? That'd be inconsiderate to Sam and Dean. Hitting a wall? That'd put you out of commission as you would heal potential broken bones.

Your skin lightly snagged on something sharp, and you froze.

Razor. The old, Men of Letters type of razor.

Full blade, forties barbershop razor.

Perfect.

Tunnel vision overwrote every other concern, and your hand bumped something into the sink; causing a clatter you couldn't hear well over the raging sound of your own blood in your ears.

You popped the razor open and stared emptily at the shockingly reflective blade.

You sank down to the floor, sitting on your calves; your back to the door that you hadn't realized was still open.

You rested your forehead on the lip of the cool ceramic of the sink and your breath became jerky as your chin quivered as tears sprang to your eyes once more.

What have you come to. To come to this.

You curiously placed the blade against your veins, baffled when the sensation didn't cause any fearful anticipation.

A tear fell and expanded moisture showed on your pant leg.

Do it, bitch, flinching, you heard his voice in your mind.

You think anyone’ll care? I won't. It'll just be another mess for me to clean up.

Your grip on the blade tightened and you seethed, exhaling through your teeth aggressively as more tears fell.

Sharp blades glide through skin like melting butter… and you cut more than you had initially planned.

You couldn't see through your tears as you realized how much blood could flow through even the tiniest vein. You've bled before, of course - you were a hunter! - but there's still that moment of shock when you see just how much a being can bleed without dying.

Flustered and panicking, you realized once again that blood is a scarily easy thing to spill.

You bring your wrist to rest against the lip of the sink, allowing the blood to flow freely… To stain the white ceramic.

You didn't dare stand. You'd see the mirror again. You, however, stared at the blood on your jeans - you remembered you had a change handy in your room.

This felt better, you decided. You were thinking of these things - these trivial things - instead of him.

Next would be to worry about how to stop the bleeding before it got too bad... But you paused that thought, and thought about trying again… but less - obviously…

You'd see if you couldn't cut as deep this time.

You stood, steadily ignoring both of the reflections in the mirror...

You placed the blade upon your skin again, hard. You saw the skin whiten around the area just under the angry, bleeding wound. You lightened the pressure and realized immediately that it wouldn't help shallow.

You cut again, maybe deeper.

The grunt and cry of pain that left you made a voice exclaim your name behind your back.

You jumped violently, the bloody razor flying from your hand and onto the floor. You spun around, startled, scared, and the sound of your heart roaring in your ears as you flushed in your panic; your suddenly trembling body almost willing your knees to dump you on the floor.

Sam was standing in the doorway, his shoulders drooping and his jaw slackened as he stared at the blade and then your eyes.

Your eyes were wide and your breathing quick and shallow as his wide hazel eyes bored into the blood stains on your jeans - and with a quick glance, you now, fully, understood why.

You looked like you slaughtered a lamb and had waded in its blood.

“Y/N…” he murmured in shock.

See, he thinks you're disgusting, he said. He is repulsed. He's gonna turn you into an insane asylum for this, and we're all gonna throw away the goddamn fucking key.

You sobbed involuntarily, one of your hands flying to your face, covering your right eye and your mouth.

You sank, your elbow on the sink was the only thing stopping you from crashing to your knees.

Sam was in front of you in an instant, somehow with a hand towel in hand and pressed against your wrist.

“S-stop!” You sobbed weakly. “J-jus-st--”

“--Y/N,” Sam interrupted gently. “Shh.”

His eyebrows were bunched together, and his eyes jumping between the two of yours; even though you avoided his gaze, resorting to closing your eyes tightly.

You cried silently, hunched over with guilt, your knees drawn to your torso with your right arm in the space in between. Sam was putting constant pressure on the wrist, and was silent.

You flinched when Sam’s long fingers cleared your face of hair.

You heard Sam settling down, sitting more comfortably beside you. You heard the sound of him picking something up and then a clatter into the trash can. He must've thrown the razor away from you.

You cried into your knees, occasionally tugging your left arm; half-heartedly attempting to reclaim the appendage from him.

After the fifth time of doing this, Sam spoke. “I don't trust you with this just yet,” he said softly, peeking under the towel briefly before tenderly holding it back to your bloody wrist.

He was silent again, for just a minute or two.

“I need you to talk to me,” he said.

You look up, confused. His voice had cracked.

Looking into his eyes, you could see the sheen of unshed tears.

“Sam,” you whispered desperately. “Let go. Let me leave. I'll get out of your hair.”

The moment your voice broke, Sam’s hand was on your cheek, rubbing the blotchy tear stains gently.

“Y/N…” he began. “There's... no way in literal hell that I would let you do that.”

“Please,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut in shame.

You could feel Sam shake his head. “You're staying here and telling me what the hell he did and said,” he said softly.

“I always knew he was a fucking asshole…” he grumbled, shaking his head again. “It was always in how he spoke of you. I hate how he spoke of you; as if you were a… a retard or an invalid in his care. Dean hated it a lot… that's why Dean literally couldn't be in a room with him.”

Sam peeked under the towel again and made you stand up.

He washed your wrist, apologizing quietly when you either hissed or grunted. He put an antibacterial gel on your wide cuts after deciding they didn't need stitches. He bandaged the cuts, and surprised you by kissing the inside of your wrist; over the dressing.

Sam’s green-hazel eyes bored into yours in silence, and a new wave of a new emotion washed over you, causing your chin to quiver once more.

Sam reached up - as he was kneeling on the floor and you were seated on the lid of the toilet - and gently cupped your face; a hand still comfortingly grasping your wrist.

You rested your forehead against his, and closed your eyes, allowing more silent tears to fall.

Sam’s hand tensed slightly, and you felt it move so that his hand tangled in your hair and his fingers rested upon the base of your skull.

He held you steady in that spot; where the head met the spinal cord - and you felt safe again. Sam’s large hand brought you back from… wherever you had gone.

You brought your hand up to rest upon his, gripping his hand by his wrist.

“I love you, Sammy,” you murmured, surprising both of you.

Sam’s eyes squeezed shut as he whispered, “Then why are you with him?” with so much pain in his voice, that tears sprang back into your eyes; your grip on his hand tightening even further.

“Sam,” you begged, your voice breaking in your desperation to get the words out. “Sam I need help, I can't - I can't--”

You interrupted yourself with your own cries, and Sam pulled you down from the toilet and onto his lap. It was comfortable and comforting as you wept - again. You were in the space between his thighs, your legs were rainbowing over his right leg and your side against his chest as he held you around your shoulders.

You gripped his bicep and cried into his shirt.

“I - I can't… DO this anymore,” you involuntarily moaned mournfully.

“Then don't,” Sam almost… pleaded. As he rocked you back and forth, his long arms wrapping around you like he belonged there; he pleaded.

You were shocked.

That should be your line, you thought sardonically. You should be the one pleading. You should be begging. You should be the one heartbroken here… why was Sam doin’ it for you…

Sam pulled back so that your eyes were boring into each other’s.

“Y/N,” Sam began, his eyebrows pulling together then lifting. “I've been… in love with you since I met you…” as he spoke, his head was shaking slowly, as if to aid the words from his tongue, his eyes squinting to prevent tears spilling over.

“A-and it's… it's broken me,” his eyes jumped away from yours, but he collected himself quickly, “seeing you with him all these years.”

You were silent. Being rocked gently back and forth by the man holding you like you were a small child.

He... loves me, you thought… and for a long moment - you couldn't see it. You couldn't discern immediately what that could mean.

Sam seemed to notice this lost expression on your face. “Y/N, like you said - you can't keep this going on like you have,” he said softly. “You can't. If you do… go back to him… I don't think that I can be there for you the next time he does something like this.”

You were silent, so he continued.

“You have to show me… or tell me… what he has done,” Sam said lowly, dangerously - but obviously the hostility was not directed towards you. “Help me to help you put an end to this.”

You were quiet, but not in reluctance.

Where to start?

You reached to your phone, discarded in the corner of the bathroom, but you couldn't reach it so you settled for pointing to it.

“Just…” you trailed off.

Sam’s eyes followed your hand and he leaned both of you over so he could reach it.

He grabbed it and sat normally again, tucking you against his chest comfortably before going to unlock the phone.

“Password?”

You were tired; the smell of Sam was intoxicatingly narcotic. You closed your eyes and mumbled, “Birthday.”

You were expecting a response like: “And that is…?”, but that never came.

You opened your eyes briefly to see Sam had opened it and was scrolling through your boyfriend’s most recent texts.

You felt tense suddenly, trying your best to ignore the urge to snatch your phone back.

But no.

You give up. You give in. You were done.

You fell asleep on Sam’s chest.

Sam had noticed her breaths deepen and slow, but after reading just two texts, he was too distracted to carry her to any more comfortable place than his arms on the floor of an old bathroom.

He scrolled slowly - with dangerous eyes - through the most recent ones before forcing himself to tap the top of her phone screen, causing the texts to jump down, to show him the older ones.

He did this a few times before he realized it would be too long to go through all of them… so he picked a spot and read.

Wed, Feb 16, 11:57 PM 11:57: Where are you?

11:58: Out

11:58: Out where, Y/N

Thurs, Feb 17, 12:29 12:20: I literally can't answer that right now

12:21: Oh. So you're hunting

12:30: Yep. Unfortunately. I thought I told you earlier

12:30: If you did, would I be asking you where you are? Idiot

12:45: I'm sorry, babe. Okay? I'm on my way home, but it'll be a while before I can walk in

12:45: And why the fuck is that?

12:47: You've told me how you rather I not ruin your house with blood stains? So I need to clean up before I come home

1:30: Where the fuck are you

1:38: Hello? I asked you a question

1:40: Y/N

1:59: I'm so so sorry, something came up

2:00: Which was?

2:07: You have asked me not to talk to you about this stuff before…

2:07: Fucking so what, I need an answer and you need to be home. Now.

Sam scrolled further down, his jaw clenching slightly.

It went on like this for all of the texts he read. The subtle humiliations, the curt demands, the near constant need to know where she was.

She needed to get away from him… And not just because he was mistreating her… but because he was brainwashing her.

Her responses became more and more accommodating and robotic as the texts went on, the personality he knew her to have was stifled and unidentifiable in the texts.

You could hold up these text responses to responses to him or Dean, and you'd think they'd be from different phones; different people.

He had to lock the phone and take a few deep calming breaths when he came upon the onslaught of the current night's texts.

As carefully as he could, he picked her up and laid her in his bed and went to get Dean.

Where was she...

He paced, fuming, obsessively glancing at his phone every few seconds.

She hadn't even consulted him about leaving. She barely ever did for going out hunting. Damn fool’s errands.

He hated her being out of their house, spending time with those two bastard sons. But it was the only thing that would shut her up.

He checked his phone and huffed at the empty screen.

At a sudden knock at the door, he had to physically hold himself still to prevent himself from screaming at the person beyond the door to get the fuck away.

He took three hissing breaths - meant to calm him, but only aggravated him further - and walked to the door.

He didn't bother peering out the peephole of his apartment and opened the door jerkily.

“Dean?” He questioned harshly, all pretense he had gathered for a stranger gone within an instant. “What are you doing here?”

Dean was leaning against the doorframe with a look of distaste on his mug. Dean was peering over the shorter man’s shoulder and into his apartment instead of answering him.

This angered him.

When he was about to open his mouth to demand he leave, Dean raised a hand to silence him with a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Dude,” Dean chortled. “I wouldn't say anything that would make us madder.”

Dean nudged past him and closed the door when he was far enough inside. “So,” Dean said roughly to the other man. “Have you ever laid a hand on her?”

The level of pure anger and hatred that the Winchester leveled him would've made him shit his pants if he were a weaker man.

He scoffed. “Of course not.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and he cleared his throat. “‘Come back, Y/N’,” he quoted. “‘You can't get mad at me for showing you your fucking place. It was your fault in the first place’.”

Dean said these familiar sentences with so much malice and anger that the other man actually felt a shudder crawl up his spine.

“That was one of the texts from tonight? Wasn't it?” Dean asked rhetorically. He knew the answer.

“Now, c’mon, man,” Dean pressed on with feigned amicability now. “You can't tell me that was about anything else. That it wasn't about you hitting her or something like that… because, see, me and Sam…” Dean shrugged as if he was sharing old news, “We remember shit. We can read time stamps.”

Dean’s face was scrunched up in angry bewilderment. “We remember clearly how she came to us with a shiner the size of a baseball a month or so ago.”

The other man backed up a step. “Speaking of Sam…” he tried to say, but it came off as nervous and disjointed. “You Winchesters usually show up in pairs…”

Dean spoke on, as if he hadn't even spoke.

“She said it was a hunt gone awry,” Dean emphasized sarcastically. “That we shouldn't worry about it, and that all she needed was some sleep in the bunker for a day or so.”

Dean shook his head and dangerously stalked closer. “Nah, man…” he rumbled lowly. “That's never gonna happen again.”

This angered the other man in the room and he finally stood his ground.

“Last I checked, it wasn't your fucking business who Y/N associated with.”

Dean barked a laugh. “Says the ‘stop seein’ any-other-human’ gatekeeper.”

The man fumed. He was being humiliated - disrespected - in his own home. “Get out,” he growled.

Dean smirked. “Make us.”

He faltered. “U-us?”

A voice sounded behind him.

“Yeah. Us.”

He whirled around and stared at Sam across the room. Sam had a gargantuan suitcase - one that had been Y/N’s a while back.

“H-how did you get in!” The man exclaimed, angrily marching toward Sam.

The man, just like everyone else compared to Sam, came up short.

“Magic,” Sam snarled, pushing past the shorter man.

Sam handed the suitcase to Dean and turned around to face the man.

Dean left.

The moment the door closed, Sam was on the man. He had him by the collar and shoved against a wall with a grunt.

“I have gathered all I could find of hers and it is now out of this apartment,” Sam growled dangerously.

He thumped the shorter man against the wall. “You are never seeing her again. I'm going to make damn sure of that.”

Just as the man was about to open his mouth to say a nasty remark, Sam thrust him into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. “Shut up!” He barked. “You don't get to talk right now. I'm not done.”

Sam’s eyes were dangerous and boring into the eyes of the cowardly man before him. “You're done hurting her.”

Sam heaved him away from the wall and threw him back into it as he walked away, towards the door.

Sam heard the thumps of feet behind him and before he even processed the sound properly, Sam dodged a hit he didn't see coming and swung a right hook straight up into the gut of the shorter man, using the momentum of his turn in his swing.

The man’s feet left the floor with a colossal and painful sounding grunt.

Sam would've felt sympathy hearing that sound, but then again it came from a monster... And it had been quite some time since he sympathized with one of those.

Everything was quiet.

Everything was still.

You had your eyes closed, but you were awake and thinking.

You had your right hand holding your left wrist - it felt like it helped the throbbing.

You opened your eyes slowly, just a little bit to stare at the bandage.

You had said you loved Sam. He said he loved you. A humorless laugh rushed a breath through your nose. Was it true?

After a moment of thought, you knew. Yes, it was.

You refused to categorize all men to be like… him.

And Sam was NOT him.

Sam was… Sam. Sam was compassionate, and above all? Genuine.

No… laying here in Sam’s bed, surrounded by his atmosphere and belongings, you refused to allow him to ruin you. To ruin Sam.

You let out a long, calming sigh and closed your eyes.

When next they opened, it was because the bed dipped behind you.

You had apparently fallen asleep, and had really opened your eyes when Sam’s arm gently wrapped around your waist; almost as if he was scared to put pressure on your body. As if you'd break if he did anything but a whisper of a touch.

You unwrapped your hand from your wrist and laid your hand upon his, slipping your fingers in between his.

It was at this acceptance that Sam pulled your back into his chest.

He kissed the back of your skull and whispered something so quietly that you missed it.

“Hm?” You hummed, still half-asleep.

“He’s not in the picture anymore,” Sam murmured louder, his head laying on the pillow behind you.

That woke you up.

“He's alive,” Sam chuckled at your stiff posture. “But, if he wants to live, I think he'll stay away from you.”

You relaxed. Very carefully, you turned over to your other side to face Sam; his arm never leaving your waist.

You stared up at him, watching his closed eyes blearily open to look back at you in companionable silence.

Your brows furrowed and lifted as you took in his features. He had done… so much for you. Actually “so much for you”, not his definition of “so much for you”.

You rested your left hand upon Sam’s cheek and pushed back his hair, tucking the longer strands behind his ear. You smiled softly, the smile small and not reaching your eyes, but still the most genuine you had felt in months.

Sam’s face was serious with an emotion you couldn't identify. All you knew was that the look sparked a tension that you couldn't deny pulled you closer.

You shared three trembling breaths before his lips brushed against yours, and you submitted wholeheartedly.

As you two parted, your eyes jumped to his.

“Thank you,” you breathed, your voice thick with emotion.

You wept into his chest until you fell asleep, all the while Sam shushed and comforted and held you.

He saved you. This broken you.

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