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#also i feel like im a kid again like always being on edge around him like. i hate it dude!
bittersweet-folder · 5 months
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~□☆ seventeen imagines:
☆Types of kinks I think Seventeen has [hyung line version]
[ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT JUST FUCK OFF IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THESE:) ]
[ Maknae line version ]
• masterlist • ps: reader here is a female with vagina and breasts and identifies as a female as well •
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☆Seungcheol: (soft dom who goes hard eventually)
Breeding kink: this man wants kids so bad. Of course he'll talk with you about it and if you don't want kids he'll still love to fill you up with your consent of course.
Foreplay: please we all know he radiates big dick energy. Hence he needs to prepare you well before he uses the actual thing.
Very light bondage: loves tying up your hand with a piece of silk cloth
Creampie: he can and will make you cum more than once. And will make you squirt too <3
Praise kink: He. Has. A. Huge. Praise. Kink. He literally worships you and your body and well how good you're doing.
Daddy kink: self explanatory im hoping.
Thigh riding: he loves to see you struggle to get off, on his thigh without his help.
Extras: he's always so ready to try different positions when you tell him to.
☆Jeonghan: (switch with a sub lean who teases you a lot)
Edging: this man loves, literally loves to control your orgasm so that you cum hard later.
Oral fixation: either you are giving him the best head of his life or he's pussy drunk so he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.
Sensory deprivation: he loves it when you blindfold him he loves the adrenaline rush he gets while anticipating what you might do next.
Pegging: he took a lot of time to open up about this and when he did he had the best experience ever.
Degradation: when he's taking control he will be like "only my fucking cock can make you feel this way and make a moaning mess of you right kitten" and so on<3
Overstimulation: he wants, sorry needs you to push his limits. It goes the same way around for you as well.
Extras: this man is very vocal. He will moan loudly. And has the ability to make you moan loudly as well.
☆Joshua: (the soft yet mean asf dom)
Edging: he loves to see how frustrated you get when he stops and doesn't lets you cum.
Shower sex: very self explanatory I'm hoping
Cockwarming: the warm feeling of your pussy around his cock. He loves it when you squeeze around his cock too.
Dacryphilia: he loves to make you cry on his cock, literally loves to see how desperate you become to reach your orgasms. "Fucking hell you're so pretty when you cry baby" that's what Joshua says.
Squirting: again, he loves to make you cry so he would push your limits a little bit if you give him the consent.
Praise kink: "being such a good girl for me yeah" "you're doing so fucking good baby" "you're driving me crazy do you realize that" yeah this man would go crazy.
Extras:he sometimes would let you ride<3 he would have his hands grabbing your hips while you ride him and cry on his cock<3.
☆Jun: ( soft dom through and through until he's- well- all riled up )
Edging: with his fingers and mouth until he uses the real thing.
Marking: he loves, literally loves to give you hickeys on your neck.
Creampie: he can and will make you cum twice to fill you up.
Overstimulation: he's soo pussy drunk he craves and needs more.
Bondage: he likes tying your hands only if you're okay with it and will try something new as well if you talk about it to him.
Sensory deprivation: he loves to blindfold you. Also he's into wax play
Mirror sex: this man's a menace as we all know. He literally loves the position where you're bent over on the edge of the bed while the mirror right beside the bed displays everything. He'll make you look at yourself while whispering "see how it's me who makes you scream like this baby". Yeah he's a menace.
Extras: he has a thing for you in lingeries because he loves foreplay.
☆Wonwoo (soft to kinda hard dom)
Edging: he enjoys it so much when you get frustrated because he isn't letting you cum. Oh and he will make you cry outta too much pleasure later on.
Dacryphilia: he will make you cry on his cock. No one can stop.
Choking: I hope that's self explanatory or should I say he loves it when silent moans slip from your lips and squirm a bit under him.
Daddy kink: I mean you can't convince me that this man doesn't have a daddy kink.
Degradation: oh he gets cocky on how you're crying on his cock begging for more.
Thigh riding: he loves it when you ride his thigh while hold onto him and he will kiss you while doing so with his hand on your hips while the other hand caressing through your hair.
Very light bondage: like tying your hands or just holding your hands together by the wrist while he thrust hard.
Extras: he has a thing for skirts because he likes how it slides up to your waist during the process and how easy access he gets as well, he can and will make you sit on his lap.
☆Woozi (switch with a dom lean but a switch)
Foreplay: he loves the intimacy of those kisses and touches all over each other's body before the actual thing takes place.
Creampie: this man loves it in a messy way with his cum dripping outta your pussy.
Squirting: told ya he loves it so so messy getting his freaking studio couch wet.
Slight like very slight exhibitionism: since he's fucking you in his studio.
Reverse cowgirl: this man loves literally lovesss groping your ass.
Mommy kink: he has a mommy kink you can't tell me otherwise. He gets very vocal when you ride him. He loves it when you take control and make a mess of him.
Praise kink: showers you with praise and makes you remember that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.
Extras: he'll make you sit on his cock for hours when he's working. He relishes that warming yet tight feeling of your pussy.
☆Hoshi: (a pure switch with a slight sub lean)
Marking: he loves leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck and chest.
Mommy kink: he'll moan so fucking loudly and lewdly when you ride and call him a babyboy.
Praise kink: it goes both ways. He showers you with praise. You shower him with praise as well.
Orgasm control: in other words edging. He has to see you struggling to cum. He wants you to beg for it as well.
Oral fixation: he's so pussy drunk too. He'll eat you out as well as finger you until you can't take it any more.
Creampie: another man who loves it so so messy. He'll make you squirt eventually as well and then he'll eat you out just to overstimulate you more.
Overstimulation: the sight of you squirming and crying on how good he makes you feel is literally heaven to him
Extras: he has a great stamina and will go on all night long in various positions until you're crying. He likes to bend you over on the table the most.
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a/n: I'm working on that Hoshi fanfic presently but i can't guarantee you when exactly I'll post.
Also here's the taglist till now: @hongmingoo @shuabby1994 , @nishloves , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog
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meaningofaeons · 8 months
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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ strength in weakness
⊹ character(s) - gojo satoru ⊹ word count - 891 ⊹ notes - fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, silliness, spoilers for s2e5/hidden inventory arc (premature death), reader is a teacher at jujutsu high + a sorcerer ofc, kinda ocxcanon coded im sorry, this is so rushed and dumb and AUUUGHHHH
I....... I caved (ミዎ ﻌ ዎミ) this man does so many things to me and after seeing the last frame in the ep where his eyes looked a lil red (im including a pic at the end.) I had to write this up. also im so sorry this is like 110% me just turning my oc x gojo into a drabble lmfao LOVE YALL
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"Gojo-sensei!"
"Ah, he's awake!"
"Hey, that's one of those expensive chairs, isn't it?!"
"Please don't fall asleep after summoning all of us here."
You stood idly by as your students pestered Satoru, arms crossed firmly in front of your chest. The man only smirked a bit, lifting his blindfold just enough to give Megumi a look.
In the split second before he pulled it back down, you caught sight of his eye, and faltered.
"Ha!"
"Oi, come on! My turn next!"
Yuji's bickering and Nobara's victorious, haughty laughter faded into background fuzz as you gazed after the special grade sorcerer, Megumi raising a brow at him.
"What're you smiling about?"
"Oh, nothing."
The white-haired man turned his head, and you could tell that even beneath that blindfold, he was staring straight at you.
"Ohhh~... Y/N came along too, huh?"
"L/N-sensei was with us when we remembered you had asked us to come by. She just walked us over."
"Aw, not here to see me, huh?"
You sighed, a bit of sarcasm leaking into your voice.
"As loathe as I am to hurt your delicate feelings, Satoru, I just walked the kids over."
Megumi gave his teacher serious side eye before responding. "I don't think anyone would willingly go to see you without being prompted to."
"Ouch."
You paused for a moment as Satoru turned around again, leaning down and beckoning the dark-haired student over. He listened politely to your words, and though he gave you an odd look, he walked over to Nobara and Yuji nonetheless.
"You two, let's wait outside for a bit."
"Huh?! But Kugisaki hasn't let me sit yet!"
"You can sit in the chair later. Gojo-sensei doesn't mind."
"I'll just take it from Itadori again!"
"Why, you—!"
The two eventually barreled out the door, Megumi giving you a small nod before sliding it shut behind himself. Satoru plopped himself back into his seat at that, his easy smile still ever-present.
"So you did come to see me."
"Not really," you murmured casually, earning an overdramatic, shocked gasp from the man. However, he calmed the theatrics upon the sound of your gentle footfalls, feeling your shadow fall over his seated form. "Just thought of something."
Your fingers brushed over the edges of his blindfold before you could stop yourself, but Satoru only shrugged, the barest hint of hesitation seeping into his light tone.
"Go for it."
You pushed the material up just far enough to see his eye once more, your thumb brushing over the reddened flesh beneath it. Slightly puffy, almost as if...
Right. It was around this time of year.
You recalled the time of your youth perhaps just as vividly as Satoru did, but you never were quite as close with Suguru as he was. So no matter how much you remembered, it couldn't compare to what he had seen.
"I'm starting to think you've got some less-than-professional feelings for me, L/N-sensei, what with this tender touch. Are you giving me special treatment?"
"Be serious for a moment," you scoffed, but your hand did not recoil. It made Satoru's smirk drop, even if only a bit.
Your voice was far gentler than he'd ever heard it before.
"How are you feeling?"
Perhaps it was an obvious question to ask, one with an obvious answer—regardless of how he truly felt, Satoru's answer would always be something placating, something lighthearted and in jest.
But this time, he only glanced away, blindfold still pushed up.
"Well, it was just a dream."
You nodded, hand falling away from his face. Before it could fall to your side, however, the man sitting beside you reached out, taking it gingerly.
You didn't ask any further. Prodding the issue would lead nowhere.
But your hand squeezed his just slightly, just enough for him to feel your flesh, warm and alive.
You were here. That's really all he needed in this moment of vulnerability.
"I didn't take you for the comforting type."
Your eyebrow twitched as he slipped back into that teasing lilt of his.
"I can comfort you with a nice slap to the face, if you'd prefer it."
"Not like you could touch me, anyhow~."
"You little—"
Before you could even react, Satoru had scampered to the door, slamming it open and wrapping an arm around Yuji and Megumi's shoulders, spouting some nonsense about missing his beloved students.
"What took you so long, Sensei?" Yuji asked, face scrunching as the white-haired man ruffled his hair.
"Don't you know anything, Itadori? He and L/N-sensei were in there alone, so obviously..."
Nobara's words devolved into hushed whispers as she spotted you in the corner of her eye, and you shot Satoru a warning glance as he leaned back to get a look at you.
You were sure that, in the several years you'd known one another, the man would have long since been able to recognize your eyes clearly saying, 'Don't feed a word into this, or I'll pummel you to death.'
Alas...
"Exactly right, Kugisaki! Full marks!"
"Whaaat?! Seriously?! Sensei, you and L/N-sen—"
"Don't feed them nonsense, you ingrate!" you shouted at once, chasing after a very unrepentant Satoru as he skipped around the courtyard. Megumi only grumbled out a sigh.
"So we all agree something's going on, ri—"
"Enough, Kugisaki, let's just go."
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SEE WHATD I SAY!!!! HIS EYES!!!! I love you forver. .... please dont cry .................
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imnotasweetie · 8 months
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idk man, evey time i see people refering to tallulah as "just the sweetest" i can immediately tell that they are not usually watchers from phil's pov, and -like it happens to most of the islanders and the other eggs- they dont know her. let me explain:
yes tallulah is sweet, she is very kind, and she took to heart wilbur's words about "giving love to everyone" because everyone deserves it. she listens to whatever the parents tell her to do, she always wears armor, she's quiet and will not hit you to make you read her signs but instead she'll shake a maraca.
tallulah is also, however, a fucking menace.
she is wilburs child TO THE CORE, self-deprecating, angsty, a drama queen and always arguing with phil. the day that phil got her bed from her chest she literally told him "if you dont give it to me i will kill myself :)" took off all her armor, stopped holding the totem and walked to the edge of the wall. she's incredibly sassy and bratty, has fights with chayanne over dumb shit ALL THE TIME, that have escalated to her hitting him when both are out of armor in the room. she has lost dozens of pets because of bad luck, but even so the MOMENT phil or chayanne accidentally kill one of the pets, it's a whole ordeal. she fights with phil constantly about the dumbest stuff, like if he wants to give her extra stacks of avocado toast, which she HATES but he LOVES.
and she also is EXTREMELY SAD. this is a kid that had a guy take care of her for a couple of weeks, with the sweetest of voices and building a home and a garden just because she asked for it, even when he was not the most minecraft savy. and then he had to go, and he has been gone for months. and for a while she didnt even know if she could ask phil to be officially part of the family because even when everyone is showing her love, she's afraid that if she takes parental affection from others, this means she's implying that wilbur is a bad dad.
she is not the best at PVP, but she's started learning because she doesn't want to die and doesnt want to be useless if she gets attacked again. she and chayanne always wear armor because phil has told them, very openly, that they an only do as much as they can to keep themselves safe, because in the end some stuff is inevitable, and you can only do so much. but he also encourages them to just, run around, and play, and they know they are free to run around and collect animals and get flowers, because phil trusts them and he trusts that if they need help, they'll get away and get him. in a broad sense, both of them are "well behaved" compared to the other eggs, because phil has always trusted them to make mistakes, pick themselves back up and keep going having learned, and in response they trust him that whenever he asks something of them, it's for a reason
hell, her first birthday was the day she was killed by the code monster. and when she was killed, she was being protected by three parents, two eggs and it still changed nothing. she is CONVINCED that she's never going to see wilbur again, that she's going to die before he comes back. and so she does what she can to keep wilbur's memory with her: she has his letters saved, she tends to el cielo de las tortugas, she gifts flowers and is kind and sweet to everyone. all while in private (in times with just phil and chayanne) she's very sad, and jokes ironically about her trauma and how she feels useless because of her out of game situations that make her be slower/less competent at the game
she is more isolated from the other eggs, sure, but i'm going to go on a wild guess and say that it's probably because her parent is on an european schedule, meanwhile most of the other eggs operate on american time. and for example, ramón and leo are also pretty isolated, but no one in the fandom is pushing for them to be more with the other eggs and parents...
all in all, i get that to some people tallulah's angst might be a drag, or seems almost out of nowhere, but im here to assure you that it's been building for months, to the point that phil's chat knows her as the angst queen, and we're always ready for the next sad thing she'll drop
idk, this past days after the fight i've seen some opinions on tallulah that have made me realize that it's not only the other parents and eggs that dont know her, but also many fans that never see her except from other streamers' povs, and that will obviously make the perception of her slightly biased so yeah
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All of your Bruce takes are so real and so true. It must break your back having to carry the weight of being the most correct batman account on this website. 🙏🏻 I love your thoughts about Bruce and Dick in particular and I was wondering if you had any thoughts about Bruce and Damian? Something about them is just… oh boy.
that’s very sweet but untrue, anon 🫰
i love damian and bruce's relationship, but it's hard to talk about without mentioning two other crucial people - talia and dick. for my own sanity i only accept damian's conception as a consensual act, so in this context talia is a fundamentally well-meaning person who attempted to protect her son from a violent life, and hid his existance from bruce until she felt he could be safe. damian loves and respects his mother. this is important.
dick, on the other hand, is really the foundation for their relationship. bruce spent like two weeks with this kid before he went on his timestream roadtrip and left everything behind for dick to juggle. contrary to popular opinion, i think it's a real disservice to act like dick taught damian to "be a good person" or like basic etiquette - a more realistic interpretation would be that dick taught damian that he didn't have to prove himself to be worth something.
the robin mantle from the time it was taken from dick has always been about proving yourself to bruce, to justify your role as his partner. always unfairly, mind (think how tim is treated vs. steph, for example), but damian is the first robin's robin. dick isn't a wayne, he's a grayson. there's an interesting point of comparison being that dick is the only robin who had a clear trajectory for his life prior to his parents dying - he was a core member of the worlds greatest acrobatic troupe - but he then left that path to become something else. damian is destined for the bat, but becomes robin instead, serving beside someone who achieved greatness by his own skill and kindness. damian has been told about his father, and here he is with someone who knows bruce better than anyone but also understands what robin means, better than anyone. i cannot emphasise how important i think dick being damian's first batman is for their own development. it's so so crucial to combat damian's perspective on family and blood. it's so important that he has that foundational knowledge of what robin means.
by the time bruce returns, damian has made tangible human connections in gotham. he's not the prickly, reactive kid that bruce first met. he's allowed himself to trust that the people around him have his best interests in mind. he knows that he isn't cared for because he's bruce's son - he's cared for because he's worth loving. his siblings aren't competition for affection or honour. he no longer sees bruce as an omnipotent force, and rather as a man he could learn to love. i think seeing bruce through both talia and dick's persepectives really helps with that.
bruce i think is confronted by the fact that for the first time in his life he can't try and hide behind the "im not really xyz's father" excuse. not that his adopted kids aren't his kids, obviously, but i do think he sometimes tries to lean on that as a crutch so he doesn't get attached (way too late for that lol). he loves damian, and there's a lot of fear about damian reflecting his worst habits, his most self-destructive behaviours back at him. maybe there's some fear about damian's history of killing, and how close bruce himself always feels to that edge. maybe there's misery about missing one of his kids growing up, again, like he's always a second too late to the important moments. bruce and damian are so similar, but this is bruce's second chance to be there. he is thomas wayne, emerging from the alley alive. do u think damian looks like his grandparents?
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kikuowo · 1 year
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THE LONELY TREE
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PAIRING: sanzu haruchiyo x reader
SUMMARY: comforting him <3
WARNINGS: slight manga spoliers about sanzu’s past. self deprecating thoughts . i did NOT proofread so goodluck lmfao
A/N: omg…hi hey guys im.. alive what. ive had this in my drafts for EVEEEERRRR and finally found motivation to finish it. its not long and its not great but its something. i miss tr and i miss sanzu my pookiebear…
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every so often, haruchiyo would return to this state. his old self. once again he was timid and quiet, the kind boy you remembered when first meeting him.
he went from his loud teasing nature, to locking himself in the bathroom. he would stare into his reflection with dim eyes that seemed to be far off into his mind.
haru thought he was hideous. bright obnoxious pink hair, something so childish for a top ranking gang member, that paled his already ghastly skin even more. freckles dotted across his nose and cheeks, he had always hated them as a kid and now even in his late 20s he still wont acknowledge that no amount of scrubbing will wash them away.
two large jagged diamonds were etched into his skin. just thinking about them he could still feel the sharp stabbing pain from the edge of the plastic toy like it happened yesterday. he thinks this might be the ugliest aspect of him. he could tolerate the pale skin, freckles, eyebags, and wild hair. all easy fixes, he thinks, but has no motivation whatsoever to do so. however, the scarred skin on each corner of his mouth would never, could never, be fixed.
his appearance was just one thing that made him hideous. his action and, really his whole existence was hideous.
never was he good enough.
not good enough for their mother to stay. not good enough for their father to raise them. he was a terrible brother, teaching senju wrong and always disappointing takeomi.
he was a bad friend.
he killed mochi. one of the few people who he thought truly cared for his well being, even thought of him as a younger brother.
he was a bad boyfriend.
haru knew he wasn’t good to you. he knew you deserved someone normal. someone who isn’t an addict. someone who can go out freely and take you out on dates. he knew you deserved someone who didn’t lose their temper easy like him, who hurt you not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. he’s not sure why you’ve been following him around so long, but he also isn’t sure what he would do if you stopped.
rindou had warned you through text about haruchiyo’s sudden drop in mood. you immediately dropped everything and rush home to him, wanting to stop his self loathing quickly before it turned for the worse.
when you arrived to the apartment all lights were off, drapes closed and everything was quiet. if you didn’t know any better you would think no one was home. but you knew he was home, if not for the shoes thrown haphazardly by the door, the soft sounds of crying could be heard.
you ponder on calling out your arrival, deciding on just being loud enough to let him know you are home, but not enough to startle him. you make your way to the bathroom and quietly knock three times before pausing then entering.
haru stands slouched in front of the sink. his rose colored hair messy, eyes red and puffy, and a frown set on his lips.
taking a slow breath you walk up to him, your reflections side by side. you know he knows you are there, it shows in the way he slightly tenses and his hands begin to shake. you want nothing more than to comfort him, however knowing he dislikes overbearing people holds you back for a moment. unsure and unmoving, you take this moment to really look at the broken man in front of you.
you see his pain, you see his hardships, you see his worry, you see is sadness. but you also see his pretty blue eyes that always look at you with love and hopefulness. you see pretty porcelain skin that blushes a pretty pink when he gets flustered from your words of love. you see rosy lips that you love to feel against your own and that you know he loves to use to praise you, to make you feel loved.
you also see two scars, one on each side of those lips. deep down they have always made you feel a sense of sadness. a once happy little boy scarred for something he didn’t do, insecure to the point of covering his face for years, a moment forever changing his life.
but they also made you happy. they were apart of haruchiyo, the man you loved with every atom inside of you. anytime a diamond appeared throughout the day you instantly thought of him. how happy he made you, how much you missed him, when will be the next time you can hold him? kiss him?
snapping out of your trance, you once again walk up to him. slowly, allowing him time to retract from you, you wrap your arms around his middle and lay your head against his back.
he tenses even more at first before slowly but surely relaxing into your hold. you place one, two, three kisses between his shoulder blades, payment for letting you comfort him. he places a cold hand over one of your own, a silent thanks and a green flag to comfort him.
and so you do, holding him in the cramped bathroom slowly swaying the two of you and placing kisses every so often onto him and listening to the steady thrumming of his heart, one he knows solely beats because of you.
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heyyyy i’m not sure if ur doing requests right now, if not - completely disregard this besides the fact that i wanna say i love ur work 💖💖
ok but steve x reader kinda based on call it what u want by taylor??? like steve’s just graduated and readers a transfer maybe? or a senior who’s just recently started dating him and everyone’s like … king steve king steve … and readers like no i know him and maybe reader would rather be w steve then go to a party and someone’s like what does steve own u?? (hence the line “not because he owns me, but cause he rlly knows me”) obvi change however you see fit - just an idea 🥰🥰
thank you so much for requesting!! i love this concept sm i hope this does it justice.
this is not proofread so please be gentle on me lol, also im not 100% how i feel about this but i'm putting it out anyways.
my baby fits like a daydream
steve harrington. king steve to be exact.
it was never really said why "king steve" became king steve. but its more than likely that it was a mix of his general attractiveness and charm. that and being generally kind, always the one to stop his friends from going too far, but never the one to stop them completely. and that haunts him. not to mention that he got allll the ladies. but they never lasted, because steve craved something real, something valuable. he needed to be loved. but he was nothing more than a hookup for most of the women he saw at the time. a truly hopeless romantic.
but then there was steve.
an embodiment of sunshine. kind, above all. selfless, extremely selfless. accepting, caring, and nurturing. making sure that the kids never experience the loneliness that he had endured for his entire adolescence. always ready to be a martyr. always dancing on that line between life and death whenever applicable. never genuinely believing that he was meant to be loved, more so just meant to be admired and used.
until he met you. it wasn't that you "gave him something to live for", but more that you made him realize how much he has to live for. it's like his life was in black and white, and when he met you it erupted into beautiful colors.
and while most people admired how secure and loving your relationship with each other was, some were jealous, prying.
for the most part, it flies past you both, too immersed in each other to care.
but one friday afternoon, as you were heading outside to where steve was waiting for you outside of his car; to drive you both to the diner where you're meeting robin and dustin; your one-time lab partner from biology class blocked your path.
you bit back a scowl, having already endured his strangely aggressive flirting enough for today.
"so you're coming to the party tonight right?" it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion.
"no", your composure faltered, "I already told you that I'm staying with my boyfriend tonight."
you pushed past him, having nothing more to discuss with him. the warm air hitting your cheeks, and the thought of the evening you're going to spend at the diner diluting your annoyance.
that is until you hear him behind you again.
"what? does 'king steve' own you now?"
steve can see you from the car, and jumps into action the second he sees the absolutely appalled look on your face before you swiftly turn around.
he doesn't make it in time though. you had already reached him and delivered a swift slap across his face. not only had he insulted your boyfriend, but he had also insinuated that you were an object to be owned by a man. this and the blatant disregard for your rejections of him sent you over the edge.
you muttered some profane insult toward him before steve's voice reached you.
the signature "woah, woah, hey, hey" -that steve uses every time there's an inconvenience.
the biology perpetrator had already speed-walked away as casually as he could. steves arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you back to the car and strapped you in, an astonished expression on his face. you had never done anything like this before, in fact, you're usually shy.
“what was that about baby?” he asked softly, closing the drivers side door behind him and grabbing one of your hands and stroking his thumb across your cheek.
“he’s so annoying! he keeps saying weird shit to me and he wont leave me alone. and he knows im dating you because i told him. and then he said some shit about his stupid party that i already told him i didnt want to go to. so i told him again that im going to be with my boyfriend. and then,” you inhale, trying to catch your breath, “he ran up behind me and asked me if “king steve” owned me.” you finished. putting his former title in quotation marks.
by the time you looked back up, his face was red. it was a look you knew all too well, that meant he was about to do something dumb. right now you assumed it involved tracking down your former lab partner.
youd be right.
his hand shoots to the door handle, but is quickly moved back by your own.
“no steve, i already dealt with him. i can handle myself. i just want to be with you right now, okay?” your voice is gentle, knowing he’s on edge.
“i know you can handle yourself, you shouldn’t have to.” he says through gritted teeth. you can tell he’s trying to keep himself together, but his knuckles are turning white, he’s shaking, and looking away from you. which he never does, unless he’s about to cry.
the parking lot is empty by now. you grab steve’s hand and pull yourself closer to him.
“whats wrong stevie? talk to me, love.” you bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.
“i don’t like that he was talking to you like that,” his voice trembles, “and i don’t like that it was because of me. you shouldn’t have to deal with that stuff.”
logically, it made no sense. but he was blaming himself anyways. thinking maybe his high school reputation made people believe that your relationship could be tainted easily. that he could never actually make someone happy.
"steve," you climb over to sit in his lap, "that's not true, you know that. it's not your fault at all, it's nobody's fault except for that weird guy." steve's face returned to its original sunshine state. "and we both know you don't own me. if you owned me I wouldn't be allowed to drive a car." you giggled, referring to the time you casually told him that you ran over a curb on the way home. he laughed with you, resting his head on yours and holding you.
"i know, it just makes me mad that people say that shit to you."
you look up at him. "well, i guess you're just going to have to take me to your house to keep me safe, harrington."
"i think you might be right, lovey."
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mekiiiii · 1 year
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ethereal beauty
summary: a mermaid? they exist? unbelievable, alhaitham thought until he saw you while reading. a couple of peering eyes that would somehow come to a promise of "let us meet again one day"
a/n: this is probably ooc but im trying to write as close as i possibly frikin can (s/c)=scale color bc ur a mermaid babe
content: mermaid!reader x alhaitham, childhood friends, (forgotten) promises, fluff, many MANY timeskips, brief mentions of alhaithams late grandma, siblings? you have siblings, ur a dancer but also a scholar? idk what im doing, gn reader, i use mermaid more as a gender neutral term u can think of it as merman too!, ooc alhaitham🤷
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alhaitham, a sharp kid, a mere boy who inherited his late-father's enjoyment for reading...
now was going to the docks to fetch some things for his grandmother, when he noticed a slight unusual glimmer in the water. usually it's just the light from the sun to the water, but this one was different. it appeared more vibrant.
must be his imagination, he thought.
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a sleepy alhaitham, despite his fatigue, he couldnt rest no matter how much we wished. he looks into the deep night and waning crescent moon. he deeply contemplated attempting to sleep, only to release it would end in failure and waste time anyways, he recalls in a book that sometimes night walks help people sleep, so walk he did.
...
he quietly walked, slipping from his grandmother's abode to the just to the docks of sumeru city. despite the bustling city, it has gone quiet around midnight. taking a seat near the edge of the dock, he stared into the waters, reminiscing of the intriguing sparkle of color he thought he saw, and then.. he saw it once more?
this time under the light of the crescent moon..
his eyes wandered from the book in his hands and to the waters of the quiet city. staring intensely as if he was.. looking for something..
a quiet swish of water was noticed and if not heard by the boy, out of his intense staring, his gaze seemed to soften but his eyes were wide in disbelief.
a pair of glowing (e/c) orbs peered at him, slowly rising a bit more out of the water, he noted down the noticable features of the mermaid.
a beautiful shade of (h/c), (s/c) scales, elf like ears that are decorated with said scales, and of course, curious eyes.
with a slight tilt of your head, he could tell you were curious or if not, confused. unlike others, you were yet to be taught that humans could be dangerous. some with bad intentions hidden by pure facades.
you sent your greetings, only for alhaitham to tilt his head signalling confusion just as you did.
quickly realizing he didnt quite understand, you simply said,
"hello.."
the quiet tone of your voice, the unfamiliarity of his first language was understood by alhaitham.
"hello, what's your name?"
"(y/n)"
"alhaitham, that's mine."
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you and alhaitham have been friends for many years now. despite your, differences in both language and life. you both have a somewhat mutual understanding of each other.
alhaitham has been busy as of late, he seems to be a bit more down lately. has something happened? is he okay? he can tell you anything, he knows that right? the anxious feelings invade your mind and fill your thoughts.
"y/n."
the quiet tone of your name shook you, but of course, you quickly hummed in response. alhaitham hasn't spoke as much, but it will always be appreciated.
"i got accepted into the akademiya, meaning we won't be able to meet for the time being."
"oh?"
he nodded,
this would upset you, if it weren't for the fact that you as well had your fair of work needed to be done. helping your brother find a partner, crowning him, helping him find an assistant that would benefit his future kingdom. as well as your sister, who you would need to finish the final preparations for the declaration of her lead of the army she dreamed of leading, as well as helping her plan her wedding.
you were busy, so was alhaitham, but what could be upsetting him?
"well, can i ask you to promise me something?"
"it depends."
"haha, real funny,"
"whats the promise?"
"let us meet again one day."
you swear you heard him laugh a bit.
"alright."
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you rarely came out of the water completely, let alone walked around. however, your brothers assistant has requested you fetch something for them, as they are too busy to do so themselves and apparently, it was at your brothers request.
you walked around in a dancers outfit, customized to match nilou's. you and her have been good friends for awhile and you both deeply enjoy each other's company.
you walk from different booths and stands, finally finding the item your brother requested. finally about to go back under the waters and to your abode. you're practically daydreaming about going home and resting in the comfort of your space... being able to have some personal time to your self and-
"Ugh."
you bumped into someone... falling on your butt in the process.
looking up, to see a man with grey hair, cyan eyes with a nice hue of orange towards the iris, and disappointed frown.
you couldve sworn you've seen that face before..
"apologies." he sighed.
then it clicked.
"alhaitham?" you spoke while he was walking away.
"hm?"
you couldnt believe it, it was alhaitham, as in the one you knew as a kid? the one who read you his books, taught you the language of teyvat, promised to see you again?!
"long time no see!" you grinned
"huh? who are you?" he said genuinely confused..
you stood there in disbelief, how could he.. your childhood friend, the one who agreed to the promise, forget you? his childhood mermaid friend..
"uhm? we were childhood friends 'haitham"
"were we?"
he couldnt have seriously forgotten..
or could he? maybe this was an act for his entertainment? but he actually looked puzzled, not as if he was trying to play a game or some sort.
"hm, maybe i was mistaken, apologies."
you couldn't take the embarrassment any longer, feeling the eyes of the people around you reminded you of your errand.
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who would have thought, a mermaid royal advisor would end up being a scholar, sent on a mission t understand the world above, the very life they live.
nearly forgetting that your dearest childhood friend, alhaitham, was graduated from the akademiya..
let alone a scribe and the current acting grand sage. let's just say your disbelief was to the stars and beyond.
you don't think he recognized you, or even noticed you were in the akademiya.
the akademiya was easy for you, you were all knowing and all your project topics were based on the ancient ruins under the sea, let's say you easily handled this.
but with an upcoming test you find yourself in the library studying day and night.
..not really studying more like revising of what you had gone off of.. the test was more of your general knowledge and to see what you've learned from your years of study.
and of course, you were still a breathing, living, functioning being. therefore who could blame you if you just so happened to pass out... catch a little bit of a cold... and wake up in an entirely different room a week before the test..
not that anyone could blame you really...
"sleep is needed for the human body to function, you know that right?"
who could that be, you wonder....
nah who are you kidding, it's alhaitham.
"where am i," you attempted to get up before being slightly pushed down.
"at my house. don't get up, you're sick"
oh,
you furrowed your eyebrows as if trying to process what he said, well not if trying, you were processing what he said.
you're "sick" but you've never gotten sick in your life, no matter how much you overworked, under-slept, or how stressed out you were. you were never sick, but this time you are? how could this be?
this thinking was certainly turning your brain to mush considering you were answering alhaithams questions subconsciously.
"if i recall, you've said we met before and that we were childhood friends."
"could you refresh my memory?"
you stared into his eyes, it looks like his gaze was softened, not too focused on the sight in front of him.
subconsciously, you ruffled his hair, something you used to do when you were kids. alhaitham looked puzzled on why or what you were doing, wanting to move away but hesitating, it's as if he was letting his guard down.
only just a bit though..
"im y/n, dont you remember? the mermaid?"
he seemed to remember now,
"y/n? but why are you here?"
"for fun." you yawned.. "so sleepy.."
your hand slid down to his face, eventually falling back to your side, signaling that you were gonna fall asleep once more.
taking note of your drooping eyes and your body relaxing, he rubbed your scalp as if trying to ease you into sleep..
and it worked.... you thought you heard him say something, but you were much too tired to hear it.
but you did hear a few words.
"sweet dreams, y/n"
.
.
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hypersonic04 · 7 months
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i wasnt the person to request angst but i had a teacher!ross angst/fluff idea — it's matter of whether or not i can explain it well enough 💀
ngl it's probably more fluff than angst but anyways... i'm thinking you had quite a difficult time in secondary school with boys + romance specifically, maybe trusting the wrong people and being at the butt end of teenage stupidity (been there ✊😔). usually you can look past this when you're doing your job, you love the kids and you love teaching, but sometimes the school setting and the air of romance between you and ross (im thinking this is pre-relationship, yearning/hard crushing kinda thing), whilst wholesome and precious, also fills you with unwanted dread and anxiety. it's the visual and energetic combination of romance and school that trigger that feeling, i suppose. i think you're scared of repeating past mistakes, being hurt again, despite the idea of teenage heartbreak being impossible at this point. could you fashion something up? maybe ross realises something is up and comforts you about it, what would he do or say etc. or maybe, to dial up the angst, you distance yourself from him a bit, upsetting him, a lot of tension and whatnot, but then you confront these feelings and bad memories together, remake new, better ones — it's your call, i don't mind the direction you take this. either way, this would be very healing for me icl. ANYWAYS LOVE YOU, YOU'RE MY FAV PERSON ON HERE XOXO
I totally get what you mean.
I think you were quiet at school, so when you went to uni and got your first boyfriend, you were a bit naive, and the heartbreak hit you hard (speaking from experience? me? never.). Anyways, like you said, the whole ‘having a crush at work/school’ thing puts you very on edge, and you can’t help but feel negative about it sometimes.
One specific scenario comes to mind. You and Ross had spent the morning together, both of you having free periods, so you go to the school library and find some materials and books for your lessons. It’s very cute, very flirty - he shows you one book in particular, your heads very close together, and then him walking you back to your classroom after. You’re sat in your classroom that afternoon, feeling a bit like a teenager with a crush (which alone gives you a bit of anxiety), but you’re pulled out of the lovesick bubble by the sound of laughter from the hallway. Like the blurb from the other night where new guy was flirting with you, I think it’s the other way around this time - one of your colleagues is just a bit too friendly with Ross, always bringing him up in conversations and making a beeline for him whenever she can. You poke your head out of your classroom to see them both stood together - her manicured hand is on his arm, and she’s looking up at him exactly the same way you look at him, her blue eyes sparkly and blonde hair flicked over one shoulder. He’s looking at her with a grin, nodding along as she tells him something. You swallow heavily and immediately retreat back to your classroom, clearing your throat and attempting to get back to teaching. You feel so silly. It’s just like uni all over again - feeling naive and thinking that someone like Ross could ever possibly be interested in you. Anxiety surges your chest as you wonder whether he thinks you’re silly, whether he thinks you’re throwing yourself at him (of course he doesn’t, this is you we’re talking about. He thinks you’re incredible, you could say anything and he’d take it as gospel.). You’re sat at your desk, eyes stinging a little and feeling really disappointed. You’re scared that you were wrong about everything.
I definitely think Ross notices when you start distancing yourself from him. You pass each other in the hallway later that day, and rather than giving him the warm smile you normally give him, you just kind of purse your lips and make your way past him hastily. He finds it strange, but puts it down to you being tired, maybe? The days pass, and you’ve declined lunch with him, as well as a lift home, so he’s starting to get a bit concerned now. Obviously, he was super jealous when new guy was flirting with you a few weeks ago, so he’s worried that maybe it’s that again. You’re both crushing on each other so hard, and you’re both so worried that things aren’t going to work out for the two of you, that you end up miscommunicating. He’s distanced from you, you’re assuming that he’s seeing blondie, and you’re both in a bit of a state lol.
I think there’s an evening maybe a week later or so when it’s the two of you left in the building. You’re like ‘oh, sorry, I didn’t realise anyone else was still here.’, smiling at him and averting your eyes from him as you stand in the staff room, washing your mug in the sink. It’s a bit awkward between the two of you as he stands there, hands in his pockets, unable to take his eyes off you for some reason. ‘How’ve you been?’ he asks, clearing his throat. You look at him a bit surprised, realising it’s actually been over a week since you’ve properly spoken - ‘uh, yeah, I’m okay. how’re you?’ - and he says he’s been alright too. You’re liars, both of you. A conversation comes up where she’s mentioned, maybe a staff night out or something, and you’re like ‘yeah, she said you’d be going together, or something.’, feeling a lump in your throat as the words leave your mouth. He frowns immediately, shaking his head a little - ‘uh, no. I don’t think so. I’m not sure why she said that, we’ve not really spoken about it.’. You can’t look at him because you’re just so sad about the whole thing. His heart breaks when the cogs start turning in his mind, piecing it all together.
“We’re not a thing, you know?”
He kind of just says it. He knows it’s a bit of a big thing to say, assuming that you’d care, but the relief that visibly washes over your face makes his stomach flutter. He knows you’re not with new guy (because he outright asked him earlier, it was killing him), so he wonders whether maybe this is a bit of understanding between you both.
“Oh, yeah, I mean-“ you stutter a bit. It’s silent between the two of you until he suggests that you go together (cue Christmas part blurb, one of my favourites, here!), and you cannot fight the smile on your face.
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operatorlanders · 8 months
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hi! had to drop you a note regarding your recent post about till not being a crazy pumped freak guy but rather making this persona and acting out via sex vids, drugs, whatever bc he is lonely and hurt and a huge introvert in the showbiz where introverts het eaten for breakfast... bc i happen to agree with all that a lot.
he is an introvert, he has stage fright etc etc and i clearly remember a quote from him saying he was overjoyed during covid lockdown bc he was alone at home in the country and could fix his roof and watch cherries blossom and fish at the lake and generally live a quiet life.
imo he feels some strange compulsion to do crazy shit either from some sort of FOMO or bc of expectations or bc hes got some other weird problem that hes trying to solve with that shit.
im also sure he likes to have a bunch of women around and to have a lot of sex simply bc hes aging and he feels its all getting away from him slowly, thats understanble. also he doesnt have a traditional family like several other rammstein guys so that probably makes him feel like hes an odd man out. and they dont do group stunts anymore like they used to bc people have mellowed down or have to pixk their kids from violin classes or something. so till is left to deal with himself by himself which hr is clearly very bad at, always been. so i guess thats where lots of these (s)excesses stem from. hes not exactly a proper grown up with healthy coping mechanisms, i think that much is obvious.
hes gotta be a very very weird person... very lovely, very intelligent and very creative but also fucking weird. and it doesnt serm like he has people or a person he could ..talk with properly.
but then again, not many people do. so regular freaks yell at coworkers and get drunk at the bar down the street, he, as a rockstar with more interesting options, does rammstein lyrics, a porn vid and hosts vodka parties after shows aiming to have as much meaningless sex as he can.
i have no idea if im amy sort of right about this man but thats just how it seems to me. you sounded so reserved and apologetic for having an opinion, i absolutely had to chime in with my own to encourage you. nothing wrong with some hobby psychoanalysis, as long as we are all very aware we dont actually know till or anything about how his brain works and that all we do is pure conjecture.
personally, i hope the guys pay more attention going forward. they are his closest friends. he needs them in his crazy ass intense life, to keep him off the fucking edge.
its not their job and they are not his mom but ... if you want to be friends with a giant man child like till and your job depends on it.. you have to put in work 🤷‍♂️
This is so accurate!
He seems very shy and he says he doesn't like when people pay attention on him and in the same time he made a porn vid...
It's more than weird for me. And it's not funny for me, more looks sad.
I hope Till has a real support from rest of the boys, especially Flake and Schneider because they seems the most normal.
Richard is his close friend and I bet Richard is a great father as I've read in their biography book but he is not a perfect example of ideal partner as long as he changes his girlfriends just like clothes.
Thanks for your opinion!
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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year
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i still do,and i always will
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scenario:- shoto comforts reader after their breakup with dabi
pairing:- shoto x reader (platonic) past dabi x reader
Angst??? On shotos birthday????
Yup~
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It was the third day after y/ns break up. And shoto was going over to his best friends dorm with their favourite snacks and drinks.
They’d been holed up in their room for three whole days and even mr aizawa and the teachers were getting worried.y/n wasn’t a studious student,but they were always at class.
Shoto knocked on their door.
No answer.(no surprise there)
He put down the snack-fest in his hands and used his key to get in.
He cracked the door open just a little to allow them time to ask him to leave.if they didn’t want him there,he would come back later.
And when there was no protest,he pushed the door open to reveal a very dark, very dirty and very sad room.
Snack packets and tissues lay strewn across the floor and the room looked like it hadn’t been ventilated in a few days.
When he looked at the sheets he noticed they were shaking.
He placed the snacks on the messy table and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
He then heard the sobbing and the sniffling and without hesitation wrapped the bundle of sheets(and theREBY person under them) in his arms and hugged them.
This seemed to alert y/n to his presence,to which they responded with a little yelp.
They sniffed and looked up to see his concerned face.
“shoto…”they said “what are you d-doing here?” “checking up on you….you haven’t stepped out of your room in three days.even mr aizawa is worried…” shoto replied.
“oh…im um im fine…”they said with a very forced half smile
Shoto tilted his head to one side. “no you arent” y/n sighed “yeah, who am I kidding. Im a wreck”they said with a laugh.
They looked around the room to see the mess and sighed again. “dammit look at the mess….” They then proceeded to try to get out of bed to clean(emphasis on the *try*)
Shoto immediately stopped them and said. “ill clean it don’t worry”
“sho I cant ask you to-”
“you’re not asking,im offering.”
“thank you…” y/n said tears pricking at their eyes again.
“do you want to talk about it?”he asked
“i- yes? Maybe? I don’t know….” They said as they proceeded to wipe away their tears with the back of their hand.
“go ahead.”shoto said calmly.and waited for them to go on
“i- um I really don’t know sho…”
“if it’ll make you feel better you should.who was he?why did he do it?”
“he- well…I cant really say his name… and um well he spewed some bullshit of how he was doing it for my own good,something about it was dangerous being with him.but sho I didn’t Care! I didn’t care if it was dangerous if it was life threatening Goddamit it didn’t care at all!!!”
Shoto wrapped his arms around them as fresh tears streamed down their face and sobs began to rack their body once more.
He knew there was nothing he could say.but he also knew him just being there would help even a little.
“and I was actually happy with him you know? I- every moment I spent with him felt like a dream and I was just so happy. I could be myself I could talk and rant and I could be vulnerable.i mean you’re the only other person who ive ever felt this safe with and i- it felt so nice to have someone else like that.someone who seemed to love and care and want to protect me.sho I felt so.so safe with him you know? And now he’s gone.he left me.just like I thought he would and im just sitting in my room not doing anything.GODDAMI WHY AM I SO FUCKING PATHETIC.”they finished.
At this shoto looked down at them and held their face im his hands before saying “you aren’t pathetic for feeling this way.youre just human.”
“well then being human sucks” y/n said with a half laugh
“I agree”he said in reply.
y/n  inhaled deeply.
“and you know the saddest thing? I love him.i still do and I always will…”
To this, shoto’s only answer was “hmm”
Unbeknownst to the two of them,they had an intruder eavesdropping on their little exchange.
The perpetrator himself.the cause of y/n’s despair.
The man himself,dabi.
He’s snuck into the UA dorms, to apologise ,to check on y/n or something along those lines….even he wasn’t sure what he was there for…
The last few days had been equally as painful for him;but by now he was used to pain.both physical and emotional.
But hearing y/n’s words.
Hearing that they Loved him,made the regret wash over him all over again.
But what hurt almost as much was knowing that it was shoto comforting them.
Knowing HE was the only other person that had made them feel as safe and happy as he did.
The bane of his existence;the one responsible for all his suffering besides his father,was also the closest person to the only person he’s ever truly been himself with.
How tragic.
But he knew he couldn’t go back to them.he couldn’t.
If fate willed them to be together,perhaps they’d find their way back to eachother again.
But as for dabi.he wasnt strong enough to make the first move.
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jinkicake · 10 months
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Sigh, I’ve been trying so hard to find this abyss aether fic about how you’re besties w lumine while her evil brother seduces you and you gotta wobble back to the teapot after dark and pretend you’re not walking funny😭 but all I’m finding are people who don’t understand aether AT ALL or kids who have no actual social experience NEVER MIND SEXUAL trying to make a wattpad wanna be fic and that sounds mean! But like if you see the fic that were on top of the abyss aether tag a few days ago😬 like from crazy dialogue that would make even toddlers cringe to aether being an OC. Like it pains me to say it but the twins are literally the same hoyoverse has no writing talent so people being like “xiaolumi is better than xiaother” my brother in CHRIST they are lit the same ship!! Y’all draw aether like he’s low budget lumine anyway🙄😒 like dotn get me wrong aether in a maid outfit is 🥴 but not all of us can be tops some of y’all lying trying to make aether an uwu baby bottom when y’all have never held hands w the opposite sex. Like I’m salty I keep accidentally reading garbage!! Y’all don’t know him like I do!! Abyss aether is very calm and mean! While lumine is more fucked up mean and cruel, I think abyss aether is more resigned and apathetic like “I have to do what needs to be done, how I feel on the matter doesn’t matter” and he has a soft spot underneath all that. Abyss lumine is the type to read by nightlight while she has you tied up screaming your lungs out as she’s been edging you for like 4 hours. Aether is the type to pretend that he doesn’t want to do this😔 “I’m sor try love but you have to be punished” as he’s like usuing electro to overstimulate you. Very much calling you cute nicknames and caressing your face all the time; but also will make you sick him off during boring meetings w the abyss lectors. And I would do it too he deserves a break😇 I had a dream (I was watching some weird ass movie) that I was taken “hostage”(I wanted to be there) by abyss aether and I was roaming around his weird ass abyss castle and stumbled into his bedroom the second he walks out the shower💀 like I was so shook I woke up gasping for air. I would let that man break my back and he would if I asked nicely!
LMFAOOOOOOO YOURE SOOOOO TT
That's exactly my thoughts with any ship that involves the twins like one is not better than the other because they're literally the same person LOL People argue all the time that they're different and honestly, maybe they are but I dont care!!!
Omggg if you find any fics send them to me because that sounds soooo good I can never find any good abyss!twin fics...... LOLLLLLLLLL i believe you about the wattpad-sounding works because sometimes I see some works that make me scratch my head and the tags are always SO wrong TT even ao3 is hurting these days and I always thought she would be there for me!!!
I am not that big of a sub!aether fan... it's fun to read sometimes but like that's all anyone makes of his personality and i hate it!!! he's crazy!!! he's not your uwu boy like get up... get up!!! i like abysstwin!aether but then again I just love the abyss twin because im soooo tired of the traveler #snoozefest
your dreams are soooo LMAOOOO it sounds like a good yandere fic idea if i've ever heard of one!!!
SEND ME THE FICS YOU FINDDDDDDD (and like hehehe)
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fratboykate · 11 months
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Just finished the 50k words of angsty goodness and damnnn you saved up every angsty thought in your head over the past year and put into this one chapter 😂 poor Ri being stuck in the middle like a pawn this entire time and knowing all the parents are fighting over her. No wonder she couldn’t eat while debating if she should bring it up 😭She definitely knew Kate would instantly shut it down unless something seriously wrong had happened. Now she’s witnessing round 2 of it beginning again. I hope she won’t blame herself and doesn’t think Yelena doesn’t consider her a daughter the same way Russelsprouts (loved that one!) is her son.
Fuck Tom in all this. He’s trash but you said he’s a good dad to Ri and I’d be pissed too if I thought I was losing custody of my kid, so I get it. I’m about 55% Team Yelena because I definitely think both sides have great intentions but don’t see those intentions in each other’s actions. Yelena, so used to seeing Kate babying Tom and letting him throw his tantrums while she’s always yelled at to back off, sees it as Kate letting Tom get his way again because “it’s easier than dealing with his tantrums”. Kate sees Yelena, who always gets into pissing matches with Tom instead of not engaging or deescalating it, as finally having her chance to put the final nail in this “competition” they have. Kate thinks Ri is just saying this in a normal teenager “you upset me or it’s not as fun here, I want to go to the other parent’s house” rather than what Yelena sees as a “there’s illegal things happening, fighting, and things being broken from these fights…this isn’t a healthy environment for Ri and she’s obviously uncomfortable and trusting us to take care of her”. So I definitely see the tricky way you wove all this in where you’re constantly reminding us that yes, it’s fiction but like most situations in life there’s no 100% right/wrong person in this fight. Kate is right that Yelena should’ve waited until they had time to talk it out. Yelena did this THE. NEXT. DAY. Not even 24 hours after it got mentioned and before they had time to even have one real conversation about it. The short one before bed wasn’t a full conversation where they had time to think it all over and talk it out with clear heads. This is something they probably should’ve talked out during a therapy appointment before any of this happened since it’s a hot topic for them to begin with and one they never fully see eye to eye on. I’m siding mostly with Yelena because Ri is more mature than most kids her age so if she’s this nervous about bringing it up and is doing it this seriously, then she’s thought hard about it, probably for quite awhile before bringing it up. She’s not doing it on a whim and that’s more of her home and a loving home environment so it makes sense she’d want to stay. Yelena had HORRIBLE execution for this, but I’ve always leaned more towards her side about how letting Tom get his way to avoid tantrums or “just let it go because his feelings are still hurt…7 years after their separation” has only done them more harm than good over the years. But bonus points to Kate for calling out Yelena on running out on their family again after promising she wouldn’t after yeeting to Russia with no warning.
Does Ri ever say what illegal things are happening? My guess is drugs, not the insane ones but Fratboy Kate adjacent.
golden child...you officially have a sibling. two golden children! lol
i love all of this. thank you for being thorough. it's fun for me to know what you guys are thinking and reacting to, especially on the ones where im not just shooting the shit like ive been all day. like that chapter was WERK.
and yeah "illegal things" is they just do drugs haha. some of her cousins also probably sell some pot on the side. small time shit like that. but she's a super square, straight edge kid so she's like "911 ILLEGAL THINGS ARE TRANSPIRING AROUND ME". it's not like her grandma's house is a meth lab lol
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talonslockau · 4 months
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Fire and Ice - Chapter 15
< Chapter 14 || Index || Chapter 16 >
"You must be joking!"
The other apprentices were staring at him in shock as they hunched over their fresh-kill. As he had promised Graypaw earlier, he was telling them all what had transpired in the training hollow, down to the last tantalizing detail.
"I could barely believe it myself." Firepaw admitted, leaning down hungrily to take a bite of his sparrow. "Of all the reasons he had for being such an ill-tempered badger, being a former kittypet was the last one I expected."
Graypaw shook his head in amazement. "No kidding. I always thought he was Darkstripe's brother."
"Really?" Pepperpaw glanced to her own brother in surprise. "He never seemed that close to Darkstripe to me." She glanced across the clearing to where Tinyfrost was eating alone. "Then again, he never seemed that close to anyone."
Graypaw shrugged. "I figured that was just how they are."
Firepaw shook his head. "I didn't get the feeling that he had any family in the Clan. It sounded like he was more like me." Seeing his mentor look up, he quickly looked down and took another bite. "He jusht sheemsh lomely."
"You're far kinder than I am, Firepaw. I wouldn't blame you a bit if you had a grudge against him, let alone empathizing with him." Graypaw glanced to his sisters, whiskers twitching. "And I'm the most laidback of all of us!"
Firepaw stared at his friend, bemused. "If you say so." He had to admit the tom was more laidback than Cinderpaw, but that was hardly a feat. "But if he was telling the truth, I'd rather get off on the right paw than deal with constant ridicule for six moons."
"That's probably a wise choice." Pepperpaw replied. "I know an apprentice is supposed to respect their mentor and all, but the way Tinyfrost has been acting so far…"
He winced. "Don't remind me."
She looked at him sympathetically. "I'm just saying. I wouldn't blame you if you left the Clan because of him alone."
"Never!" Firepaw replied fiercely, earning a chorus of purrs from the others. "Thunderclan is my home now. Besides, I couldn't leave. What would you all do with only your siblings around to tease?"
"I'm still here." Firepaw looked up to see Ravenpaw drop a mouse in front of them, the black tom towering over them until he crouched down to their level. "Spottedleaf finally released me from the healer's den."
"That's great news!" Graypaw nosed the older apprentice happily. "I bet your father's thrilled that you're back to training."
A flash of panic bolted across the tom's face. "S-something like that." He mumbled, leaning down to take a bite.
"And now it's only a matter of a moon or two before you're a warrior." Cinderpaw gushed, clearly not noticing the skinny tom's lack of enthusiasm. "Have you thought about what your warrior name might be? Maybe Ravenwing, or Ravenflight? Oh, or how about Ravenclaw, after your-"
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!"
The apprentices glanced in bewilderment to each other. "What's this about?" Firepaw hissed to Graypaw quickly.
The other tom shrugged, clearly equally confused. "No idea. It's too early for Ravenpaw or Snowkit's ceremonies, and it's still a half-moon to the next Gathering…"
The apprentices trotted across camp to the edge of the quickly amassing Clan, looking up at Bluestar as she stood regally above them. Beside her stood Quickflash, watching the apprentices with a troubled gaze. Firepaw could only blink in surprise at the deputy's expression. Had something happened?
"Sandstorm scented a fox near Snakerocks this morning." Bluestar announced, the Clan hushing as she spoke. "She also found several piles of foxdung. It seems that it may have made a den within our territory; it may even have a mate."
She frowned briefly as she gazed down at the assembled cats. "Obviously, we will need to drive all foxes on our territory out as soon as possible. Mousefur, Tigerclaw, Patchpelt, and Whitestorm will be leaving immediately after sunhigh to scout out its den." Firepaw could see the cats called straighten up, clearly pleased to be chosen for such an important mission.
"However, until it is taken care of, we must ensure the safety of the Clan. There must be a minimum of two warriors on vigil at all times." There was some minor grumbling at that; no cat enjoyed sitting around guarding camp; but none would argue with the necessity of her decree. "In addition, no apprentice is allowed to leave camp without a warrior, and will not be allowed on the territory until the fox is gone."
"What!" Cinderpaw exclaimed, jumping to her paws and lashing her tail. Beside her, Pepperpaw exchanged uneasy looks with Firepaw. He had just been allowed the tiniest bit of freedom from Tinyfrost, and now the leader was taking it away?
"These measures are only temporary, and apprentices will still be allowed to travel the ravine, to the training hollow, and on border patrols." Bluestar continued, ignoring the young molly's outburst. "After all, we cannot have any delays in the training of our apprentices with Riverclan's ongoing aggression."
Tails bushed and ears flattened at the mention of Riverclan, the hostility having only built in the past half-moon. "We'll show those fish-breaths." Someone close to Firepaw muttered under their breath.
"Clan dismissed." With her piece said, Bluestar jumped off the Highrock. Quickflash unsteadily followed her, evidently not used to being above the Clan as the leader was.
"I can't believe this!" Cinderpaw growled as the apprentices made their way back across camp. "We could take on one lousy fox! Surely Dad knows that." Her tail was bushed and lashing furiously. "Why on earth should we have to be cooped up? It's not fair!"
Firepaw couldn't help but agree with her. He had been looking forward to finally getting to hunt out on the territory with the others, and now that had been ruined for him. He could only find a small measure of solace in the other apprentices being stuck in the same situation he was.
"How do you think I feel?" Ravenpaw spoke up from behind them. "My first day out of the healer's den, and now this. At least…" He trailed off.
"At least?" The ginger apprentice turned around to see that the apprentices weren't the only ones gathered at their dining area. Tinyfrost, Lionheart, and Darkstripe had followed them across camp to meet with their apprentices. "Tinyfrost!" Firepaw hesitated, unsure what to say to his mentor about everything that was happening.
The black warrior dipped his head quickly. "I'm sorry, Firepaw. I didn't know about this either until Bluestar announced it." He perked his ears in surprise at his mentor's contrite tone, not used to the warrior's newfound humility. "But I've spoken with the other mentors, and we agree this shouldn't limit your training."
Lionheart nodded his broad head at that. "Indeed. We will instead be using this as an opportunity to push all of you. As such, we have decided that we will spend the next half-moon teaching you hunting techniques and training for a hunting competition."
"A hunting competition?" Firepaw echoed, looking around to see that his fellow apprentices were eagerly sitting up and perking their ears.
Tinyfrost nodded. "Indeed. You will each be assigned a section of the territory to hunt in." He smiled at his apprentice, an expression so foreign Firepaw couldn't help but feel afraid at the sight of it. "Whichever three apprentices catch the most prey will be allowed to go to the Gathering."
"The Gathering!" Cinderpaw gasped, her eyes wide with delight. "Oh, I can't wait! I'm gonna beat all of you for sure! Mistspring's been teaching me her best bird-catching techniques." He could see that the apprentices were already sizing each other up.
"Don't be counting me out. Did you see the size of the squirrel I caught this morning?" Firepaw grinned proudly as he remembered dragging it back to camp. "It was almost as big as Dewpaw!"
"Ah, you only caught it because it mistook you for a fellow squirrel!" Cinderpaw retorted playfully. "I bet you wouldn't do nearly as well catching mice and voles."
"That's enough." Darkstripe's icy voice, not unlike Tinyfrost's, cut through their enthusiastic banter. "As the oldest and most trained, I expect my apprentice to be in first place. And don't be expecting any handicap for your shoulder; you've sat around long enough in the healer's den as it is."
Firepaw felt himself frowning as Ravenpaw ducked beneath his mentor's gaze. "He nearly died, Darkstripe." He pointed out, meeting the striped warrior's gaze with a determination that took him by surprise.
"But he didn't, did he?" The warrior met his gaze with narrow eyes before huffing dismissively and turning away. "I will see you all in the training hollow tomorrow." With that, he stalked over to Longtail, flopping beside the other warrior languidly.
The apprentices looked to the other two mentors, awaiting any further instructions. "After sunhigh, Tinyfrost, Dappleshine and myself will see all of you in the training hollow for your first lesson." Lionheart glanced to Cinderpaw with a frown. "Ah, except you, Cinderpaw. I'm afraid you're still on patrol on the Riverclan border. But Mistspring told me that she already took you out hunting this morning, so I'm sure you won't be falling behind."
"Aww, foxdung." Cinderpaw groaned. "I could have shown you all why I'm the one to beat."
Graypaw purred and nudged her affectionately. "Don't worry, dear sister. You can always show us up next time."
"Indeed." Lionheart looked on all of the apprentices fondly. "Until after sunhigh, then." With that, he padded across the clearing to where Frostfur and Goldenflower were sitting, the latter queen nosing the warrior gently as he sat down beside her.
"Good luck, you all." Tinyfrost murmured before departing back to his spot as well.
"I guess this fox thing isn't all bad." Cinderpaw admitted as they all took their spots again. "A hunting competition for who goes to the Gathering, how exciting!"
Pepperpaw nodded at her sister's words. "It sounds like a lot of fun. I wonder which of us will get to go?" She glanced over the assembled apprentices with a critical eye. "Cinderpaw's mentor is the best bird catcher in the Clan, but Ravenpaw's got the most experience. I think I'm the one that's caught the most prey out of the four of us, though…"
Graypaw chuffed. "Hey, don't be counting me or Firepaw out!" He grinned at the other tom cheerfully . "I'd bet elder duty you're the one that will secretly beat us all."
"Thanks, Graypaw." The ginger tom purred gratefully to his friend. "I don't know, though. Dewpaw might be the one to beat. She's the stealthiest of all of us." He looked at the smallest of the apprentices, who seemed caught off guard with the compliment.
"That's true." Pepperpaw laid her tail on Dewpaw's gently. "I'm sorry, sis. I should know better than anyone not to underestimate you."
The little molly dipped her head bashfully. "We'll just have to wait and see." She murmured quickly.
"You always say stuff like that, Dewpaw." Cinderpaw groaned. "C'mon, live a little! I'll do elder duty for a whole moon if you tell me right now which three of us are going to the Gathering."
For a moment, Firepaw thought that the smallest sister would clam up entirely. Instead, she stubbornly lifted her chin and looked the dark gray molly dead in the eyes. "We'll just have to wait and see." She replied, each word hanging in the air between them.
Cinderpaw groaned and rolled her eyes, before catching sight of something across camp. "It looks like the patrol is going. Don't think I'll be forgetting about this, Dewpaw. I'll get you to predict something one of these days." She jabbed a paw into her sister's shoulder before trotting across camp, where Bluestar, Mistspring and Willowbranch were already waiting.
"That means we should get going, too." Pepperpaw yawned, dropping into a low stretch before shaking out her pelt. "We wouldn't want to keep our mentors waiting. Even if Tinyfrost is promising to change his stripes."
Firepaw blinked in confusion. "But he doesn't have any stripes."
The spotted molly stared back at him before breaking into a grin. "You're hopeless, Firepaw." She purred amusedly at him. "It's just an old queen's saying. But nevermind that, let's just get to the training hollow."
She didn't give him a chance to respond before trotting off across camp. He glanced at Graypaw, who only shrugged at him before following his sister, the other apprentices quickly doing the same.
He sighed and shook out his own pelt before following them, allowing excitement to lighten his paws as they headed for the training hollow. Even if they were stuck in this little section of the territory, Lionheart was right; they should all make the most of it. He certainly wasn't going to let the others win easily; no, he would be giving them all a run for their mice. He would make sure this training session proved that.
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Hi there (im the one always crying in your tags lol @kisakis-princess), I hope you're good, I have a suggestion for your event, (feel free to ignore 🙂)
Can you hear the silence?/Can you see the dark? /Can you fix the broken? /Can you feel my heart? + Kisaki, only if you want to, have a great day 😊
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Tetta Kisaki + Can you hear the silence?/Can you see the dark? /Can you fix the broken? /Can you feel my heart?
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You and Tetta were nothing near strangers. You knew each other from a young age and just ended up staying around one another. Always around Tetta you began to pick up his emotions. The patterns of his mannerisms. Which led you to believe that something bad was coming. 
Just thirteen years old and you felt like you had a pretty good idea of who Tetta Kisaki was. So when you felt that eerie feeling once again when you parted ways after class, you knew exactly where he’d be that night. 
It wasn’t hard sneaking out of your house. Your parents were already passed out in their bedroom and, there were no pets to alarm them of you leaving. Easy. 
There was one spot that you and Tetta went to hang out. Decompress. Which sounds a little odd considering the two of you were barely teenagers. But life hasn’t been easy for either of you. So you and Tetta found a place to go whenever something was bothering you. 
It didn’t take that long to get there. You crossed your arms as you carefully walked up the metal stairs that lined the outside of the abandoned motel building. For as long as you could remember, the place you called your hideout, was vacant. No one decided to do anything with it, which was all in your favor. 
Lo and behold, you saw the familiar figure standing at the edge of the roof when you made it to the top. Quietly you walked up to him, only stopped as you were just a couple feet away from him. 
You didn’t have to say anything. He knew you were there. “How did you know I was here?” he questioned, but didn’t turn around. 
Rocking back and forth on your heels you tried to conjure up some sort of excuse, but you knew he’d see right through it. “My gut told me.” was all you said before stepping closer to him. Soon ending up next to him and resting your hands on the railing in front of you. 
“Tch-” Tetta’s infamous scoff left his lips as he shook his head, “How do you always know...” though the tone he spoke in was less of a question.
You took in a deep breath before letting it out again. “Call it, intuition. I’ve known you for a while now. So tell me what’s going on.” 
Tetta’s face scrunched up. His brows pinched together. It took him a moment to answer you. “I got some shit going on. Pesky flies and what not.” 
You looked at him as if he just accused you of being stupid. “Well yeah, I figured that. Come on, you tell me everything. So what is it th-” 
Before you could finish your sentence, Tetta began to speak while looking at the city view, “Can you hear the silence?”
“What? Tet-”
“Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken?” 
There was a certain emotion in his voice that you just couldn’t recognize while he spoke. And when he looked at you after asking such odd questions, you would be lying if you said that it didn’t scare you. His eyes- something about them almost seemed, scared himself.
But you didn’t have the words to question him. Ask him what he was talking about. Not before he took your hand in both of his. With his palms pressed to the front and back of your hand. Your eyes raced from his face to your hand then back up to his face.
Tetta was already looking at you when you caught his eyes again. Slowly he moved your hand to his chest and asked ever so softly, “Can you feel my heart?”
You couldn't help but look at his lips when he spoke. Wondering where he was trying to get with this. Why was he asking such deep questions? You stared at him for a good solid minute with pinched brows before your face chose a different expression. A sadder look in your eyes now replacing the confusion. 
“Don’t you dare.” you muttered as you tore your eyes away from his. Looking at your hand that was still on his chest. “Don’t do anything stupid. You’re talking like- like-”
“Shhh.” he cooed as one of his hands stayed on yours that was on his chest. The other hand moved to your cheek. His thumb slowly rubbed the bump of your cheekbone. “I just want you to know you have my heart. No matter what happens. Okay?” 
You felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes. From what you could tell. This was a goodbye. An ‘if I don’t come back, I love you’ type thing. Which was something you didn’t want to think about. So you just pressed against his chest with your hand. You could feel his heartbeat right there against your palm. 
“Well I don’t want to take it. So don’t give it to me yet, okay?” you asked as your eyes were locked on your hand. 
No other words were exchanged. But, the feel of Tetta’s arms engulfed your torso. He pulled you against him and held you to him. A tight hold on you. He didn’t want to say goodbye either. But with how things looked he wasn’t sure how he might be able to work this one out with his usual smooth words.
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novemberwasgrey · 2 years
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Hey! Can you do some headcanons of a (probably greek) daughter of Ares than is younger than Clarisse by 3 years (so she is Percy's age (I'm pretty sure Clarisse is 3 years older than Percy, if not let me know) and what her relationship with her siblings would look like. Maybe she is a little rough around the edges bc she had to raise some of her younger siblings at home and she never got along with people her age bc she is so mature. even though shw would be rough around the edges, she would still be really kind and caring and goofy (she would just have her days and doubts). Can you alao add in what her relatioship would be with the seven and Nico, Will, and Reyna. Could you also add in what cabin you think her gf would be in? Thanks in advance!
Love the idea, here is what I came up with:
Her name's Kat and she arrives in camp when she's 13 thus a year after Percy's arrival.
She's from Texas where she lived with her sisters, twins Rosie and Penelope. She had a rough childhood because their mom has been in jail since she was ten and her sisters were eight. Since then, they had been living with their maternal grandparents who take really good care of her and the girls, but despite that and having lived through rough things before their mom got arrested – the mom was abusive among other things –, Kat is very protective of the twins and cares for them a lot.
Her first couple of days at camp, she stays alone for the most part and doesn't talk much. She is incredibly good at sword fighting though, which makes Ares claim her pretty quick. She takes some time warming up to her new siblings. They quickly understand she's already been through so much shit for a kid her age who's barely arrived in camp so they don't ask questions she isn't comfortable answering. Kat is grateful for that and she does feel good in the Ares cabin, despite other people warning her they were mean brutes before she was claimed (not that she was afraid of them anyway, she's got some temper as well; Mark nicknames her "Little Miss Insolent".) but sometimes it really surprises her is how much they care. Like how Sherman always wakes her up at night when she's in the middle of a nightmare and stays with her until she falls asleep again, how Ellis and Aria always makes sure she ate and Mark is definitely one of her favorite brothers who always makes her laugh.
Kat didn't meet Clarisse right after she was claimed since Clarisse was in her SoM quest at the time. The first time she sees Clarisse, the whole cabin runs to her to congratulate her on her quest and carries her victoriously on their shoulders, and she's so intimidated and impressed by her at first. Then they get to know each other and even though Clarisse sounds like a tough hellhound at first, she's the worst mother den you could ever meet and she is extremely protective of Kat, like for all her sisters. Clarisse was the one who was there when Kat got her first period and had no idea what to do (her mom obviously never took the time to have that talk with her).
Even though she really misses her sisters at home and IMs them everyday, she loves being in camp because she can finally be herself there and not just the older sister who has to care and provide for the youngest.
She became friends with Nico based on one detail: she loves Mythomagic. They play very often. She's also very good friends with Leo and Will and since they're all from Texas, they love to say they're the 'Southern Squad' and always speak with the biggest Texan accent ever when they're in the same room. People are so annoyed when they talk like that which makes them laugh even more.
Since Clarisse loves to talk shit about Percy once in a while, Kat kinda imitated her big sister in this regard and did like she didn't like him at the beginning. Like she'd just glare at him for the sake of it and Percy didn't know why, which was hilarious. Eventually, she gets to know him better and they start to get along.
Kat's favorite thing to do is napping so I think it'd be cute if she dated a girl from the Hypnos cabin, and they would take naps together all the time.
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narsicen · 2 years
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One Americano and One Caramel Macchiato
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Part 2/2
Pairing: Bang Chan (Skz) x GN!Y/N
Genre: slice of life, college!au, lab partners!au, loving from afar, angst, fluff, bittersweet, Popular!Y/n, Quiet kid!Chan, first loves, meet cute,
Warnings: none? Please tell me if I missed some or one though !!
A/n: HELLO omg stop I’m so sorry I- stop I swear I was DONE WITH THIS EARLIER BUT I——— 😔 my beta readers were so slow OMF but like I do hope you understand that, I’m so sorry also bc I already edited the last one which was part one and dude…… I FORG,OT THAT ???? THIS WAS A TWO PART STORY OMFFFF??? i tell u i cried lmao, but like PLS IM SO SORRY THIS IS THE ENDING 😔😔 ILY GUYS TY FOR UNDERSTANDING
Part 1
Your door made a soft creak as you opened it to enter your room. Wiping your hands on your sweater, you’ve always hated how your fingers turned into prunes after washing the dishes from dinner. Sitting down on your bed, the mattress dipped which let the letters that you had left, slide near your lap. 
Picking the nearest to fall off your mattress as it slid dangerously near the edge. You sighed heavily, your chest has never felt heavier with regret? Probably the lack of responsibility that you couldn’t figure out why was digging a pit in your stomach. 
You stood up to walk over to your desk. Find some old, barely-used pad paper and some pen in your pen holder. You find your fingers fidgeting with the pen you subconsciously picked, it’s been a while since you’ve actually sat at your desk with nothing to worry about, maybe you still had two things to worry about but there hasn’t been a recent memory of you writing in your diary without a care in the world. Just you in your little world.
Before you knew it something in your chest took over. It wouldn’t hurt to be careless again. If this ever haunts you again in the future just like what the movies portray it to be. You brushed the feeling of worry off as you blew a piece of hair that hell over your eyes. You hadn’t even past your 30’s and you’re worried about your future so much, this was supposed to be the time of your life, no one your age cared about how a simple letter would affect you in the future, hell, if Chan could do it, would that mean you’re worse than him? You’d be considered a coward even if you’ve taken a lot of risky turns in your life. Even if those turns weren’t your choice, you took them anyway. 
So… 
What’s one more risky turn going to do to you?
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Dear Chan,
I know you said to throw the letters away once I’m done reading, but I think I’ll hold onto them for a while. Thank you for writing these, really, it may seem unbelievable but no one’s ever written me a letter in my time being here. To be honest, I thought the letters were endearing actually, it’s nice to know what you’ve been up to on those days, it felt like I was actually talking to you. Today was our graduation day and to be frank, ever since I got home, I just flopped onto my bed and it felt weird knowing I had nothing else to do, you know without my extracurricular activities to worry about or the people to reply to. I know you said to read your letters at least a week after, but I was really curious to see what you wrote, and I thought your letters were incredible despite you admitting you find languages and literature arts unbearable. You sounded like a professional writer, it brings my “editor-in-chief” label to shame. Jokes aside, I thought your latest letter was meaningful, I mean all your letters were meaningful, I just thought the last one was like the cherry on top. This might never reach you because I just know you’re probably already done with moving out of the dorms, and you seem to have a bright future ahead of you, and we’d probably never get the chance to meet again, but I’d like to say that, I, too, was intrigued by how you treated me. I must have fallen in love with you as well because of how you, in comparison to everyone else around me, were normal. Chan, you were a breath of fresh air. exactly what I needed within the elite school we attended. Maybe fallen in love as a friend? Or romantically? I will never know because these feelings were something that never even reached the top of my stomach, it never ached my lungs nor tore my heart into shreds. It’s funny because you would have thought I have been in a relationship or even felt these types of feelings towards people, especially with the “exceptionally special” people I was surrounded with. I have felt similar before, but I knew it was nothing more than peer pressure. Do you know that saying? Being the normal one in a group of unique people makes you equally as special? It’s not a widely known saying, Heck I don’t even remember where I had heard it, but I know you made me feel that way, I felt so indifferent but with you by my side? I felt like I was living a normal life, I felt like a student for a moment in my life, and that’s thanks to you. I wouldn’t say this is a love letter to you, but it’s a letter with feelings I don’t usually talk about to just anyone. Does it matter if it’s a love letter? I think letters store a certain feeling in them, whether it is fondness over someone or curiosity or hatred, that’s what makes it a letter right? I don’t think it’s bad to consider this a love letter, and I don’t feel any hatred or disgust for your letters either, yes it can be unsettling sometimes, but your letters didn’t hint at that at all, it was like talking to you and if anything? I’m rather fond of the fact that I got the honor of receiving letters. You may not know this, perhaps no one actually knows this, but I love arts, I love artworks of artists and I love written works from authors, a major reason as to why I wanted to join the school’s paper team. The reason why I’ve never taken up any arts classes or courses was because no one finds that intriguing anymore. No one really appreciates the arts with awe and stars in their eyes. And it's clear that not a lot find it enjoyable, even though you went out of your way and for some reason you resorted to writing letters and not just texting me or catching my attention in class. It has always been a dream of mine to get letters just like in fairytales. How’d you know that I always wanted to be the subject of a letter? I think writing letters to someone or writing a letter in general is one of the most romantic gestures someone could do. I don’t mean romantic as in a courting way, or a declaration of love, at least I don’t see it that way. We do have something called the “Romantic period”
don’t we? It had nothing to do with a plague of lovesick couples and a ton of love letters and unrequited love. It was just the literature of romanticism, it’s all about subjectivity and an emphasis on individualism; freedom from rules; solitary life rather than life in society and the beliefs that imagination is superior to reason and devotion to beauty. You get what I mean. It’s just known for its intense energy and passion, and never was about romance, not the kind of romance you’d find in the way couples kiss or hold hands. It’s just beautiful to write a letter, to receive one, and to address one. It's a nice change of pace from the odd confessions from a random guy I spoke to once, and suddenly he thinks we’re on our 3rd year of dating. I feel that writing a letter is one of the purest forms of declaration(?)Whatever you put into words on a piece of paper is hard to remove, especially with how much you could have written. It’s just whatever is burdening your heart or pushing you to write about. Nothing can compare to the thought that someone writing that letter was just everything that they couldn’t say to your face. Or it could be everything that they’ve been meaning to explain or say, and the fact that it’s addressed to you, has to be one of the many butterfly-filled stomach experiences one can encounter in their life. Who knows if this is my last letter to you like you said yourself, I don’t know if I’ll keep writing to you, or I’ll forget in the process, or if I’ll ever show this to you when I meet you again. Also, Chan, I’ve always wondered who gave you your nickname. I hear Jisung say your nickname a lot so I also guessed this was something your friend group calls you. Wow, writing a letter makes you realize how empty a conversation is. All I can think of talking about is about my day, and I’m sure you already know how our graduation day went.
Are you mad at me? You should be. The social divide between us was very apparent even from the start and I appreciate that you regardless tried your best to befriend me. I also wanted to be your friend, so very badly. I want you to know that I didn’t and I never wanted to lose you as a friend either, I was just scared. I know it must have hurt for me to just draw away so quickly, and only for me to realize how you never looked at me with hate and spite, but you genuinely thought I was a good person. I’m telling you this now as a way to make up for all the unsaid feelings of yours that I never got to read. Chan, I really do thank you. For the short time, we were friends, you taught me so much knowledge that I value, but if there's one most crucial lesson that you taught me it would be that nothing and no one is perfect in this world. Especially myself. Since then I felt free. You didn’t tell me that, you made me feel, and after 4 years of people telling me these things, actions always seemed to be more meaningful to me. I wish I knew this sooner, I wish I knew better too. In regret, I want to promise you that with the new people I’m going to meet, with the new people I’m going to surround myself with, I’ll know my place and I’ll know better. I know you won't even know of this promise, and I know I might break this promise in the future somehow, intentionally or accidentally, I just want to confide this promise in you, know it’s safely tucked away in this letter makes me feel safe, comfortable, and this feels like something I missed out on in the years of my youth. Regardless, I’m happy to be able to experience it just as we are to part our separate ways. If a miracle happens, and we end up seeing each other again, I hope you won’t look at me any different, and I’ll be sure to ask you to be my friend again.
Oh, and before I forget, my favorite color is yellow. And people meeting each other for the first time ask that question too, I would’ve told you the answer if you asked and if you weren’t so focused on telling me that americanos are just “superior.”
Goodbye Chan. I, too, hope to see you soon.
Sincerely yours,
Y/N.
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