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Cute Aggression | s.h.

Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Summary: Steve runs his girlfriend a bath when she decides to walk through the rain to come see him. And he thinks she's crazy and stupid and undoubtedly endearing.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Established Relationship, Nudity but super tame, Steve likes boobs

A/N: There's nothing more gut wrenchingly cute than two people sharing a bath.

"You're soaked."

A shiver accompanied your quirking smile, tilting your head sheepishly at the unimpressed look of your boyfriend. You could only imagine what you looked like: matted down hair, clothes sticking to you like plastic wrap, any remnants of makeup probably a watercolor blur around your eyes. Your shoes had made uncomfortable squelching noises as you dodged puddles up to Steve's front door and your mind flashed to the indecisive moment before leaving your house where you mistakenly, stupidly, figured you wouldn't need your umbrella.

"Most people answer the door with a 'hello'."

He looked cozy and warm in the doorway. His soft waves were curving in different directions like he had been lying down a moment ago and your eyes lingered on his plaid pajama pants cuffed at the bottoms exposing mismatching socks. He ignored your sarcastic retort with a roll of his eyes and reached out a hand to latch onto the darkened fabric of your sleeve.

"Why are you soaked?" he asked. His dark eyes found yours in the low glow of his porch light and you hoped for a fleeting moment that you didn't have panda eyes from smudged mascara.

"Because it's raining," you replied. He huffed, stepping forward into the slight misting, tugging you towards him. Both hands engulfed your forearms then moved quickly up to your shoulders.

"Smartass," he narrowed his eyes at you. "Why are you out in the rain?"

"Because I wanted to come see you." He huffed at you again though a smile was pulling softly at the corners of his mouth.

"Have you ever heard of a phone? Cool device that lets you call me from the comfort of your own home?"

"Do you not want me here?" He stepped even closer until he was nearly pressed up against you.

"I absolutely did not say that," he grumbled, arms encircling like vines until he was wrapping you in his warmth. You smiled into his shirt, your own arms snaking around his back and pulling him in close until you were flush together. "You could've called and I would've given you a ride like a normal person."

"It wasn't raining when I first left," you defended yourself. You could feel the moisture from your shirt seeping into his and though you felt bad about ruining his AC/DC shirt that you'd stolen a thousand times, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from his warmth.

"Yeah and you still live like two miles away. And it's nearly dark." His chest rumbled as he spoke, his voice growing lower. He inclined his head down towards you and you tilted your chin upwards to meet his gaze. Though framed by furrowed brows, his eyes were rich and warm. The brown of his irises matched the cinnamon specks of freckles that danced across the bridge of his nose and you could see the hazy swirling of sleepiness between dark lashes.

"It's a nice walk," you said, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"You live to torment me," he replied. His lips met yours then, quieting your laugh in a kiss. You sighed, pleased to finally be receiving his affection. Your eyes were still closed when he pulled away but he leaned in to press a few kisses to your cheeks and a final one to your forehead, lips like a candle against your frozen skin.

"C'mon. Let's get you inside before you freeze," he mumbled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, words muffled on wet hair.

You shuffled in, door swinging shut behind you shutting out the biting cold of the autumn air. Your shoes were ditched and your jacket was being peeled off by Steve before he was pushing you upstairs. You winced as your soaking socks sunk into the runner at the top of the steps. Your shirt felt like it was suctioned to your skin and your jeans felt like they weighed ten pounds.

"I can't believe you walked here," Steve grumbled again, sighing at you as he steered you towards his room, one hand guiding you from the small of your back and the other moving wet hair strands away from your neck. "You're psychotic."

"If you keep being mean to me I'm gonna leave," you quipped back though you were smiling as you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, hardwood turning to plush carpet.

"I'm not being mean," he said, stepping besides you. He turned to face you, head tilting as his eyes found yours. "Being mean is if I said you looked like a drowned raccoon."

"Steve!" you exclaimed, hand flying to slap him lightly on the arm.

"But I didn't say that," he stated, stepping closer. A coy smile appeared on his lips and you wanted to glower at him. But he looked so pretty under the low light of his lamp that you settled on a weak frown.

"You just did," you said incredulously, arms crossing and lips forming an endearing frown that had Steve's grin widening.

"No I was saying that I could've said that. But I didn't."

"Right so instead you called me psychotic," you shot back. His eyes flickered to your lower lip pushing out in a pout and he found himself cooing at you.

"Aww, bubs," his palms enveloped your cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the plush of your cheek bones. "That's because you are."

You scoffed indignantly and he let out a gleeful laugh at your annoyance. He squeezed your cheeks, leaning in close until he could press a few smiling kisses to your lips. You wanted to whine at him, push him away and pretend you were upset but you were weak willed and Steve was intoxicating. His lips were plush and smooth, warming up your chill bitten lips until they were plump and swollen. He tasted like mint and he smelled like faded cologne and cinnamon sticks.

"'M gonna run you a bath, okay? Your skin feels like ice," he murmured against your lips, pressing a few more kisses as his hands trailed from your cheeks down your neck. You didn't realize how cold you were until his heated palms pressed against the skin of your neck and felt like fire.

You nodded and he stole a few more pecks before he was heading into the ensuite. The light flickered on and you heard the water start, a low plopping sound until it settled as you imagined the tub filling. Your gaze trailed around the room as you stood still unmoving in the same spot as if your shaking limbs had crystallized in place. He had a bookshelf on the far wall that seemed to have more knick knacks on it than actual books. His desk was littered with cassette tapes missing cases, dull pencils atop forgotten scribbled reminders, and your broken Walkman unscrewed and open that Steve claimed he was going to fix.

Your frozen knees ached a little as you forced yourself to move, taking a few steps towards his ever-open closet to pick up the random piles of clothes that seemed to be permanent decor pieces. You dropped them in his hamper and then moved to his unmade bed so you could pull the comforter back up and smooth out the wrinkles. You eyed the pile of polaroids that had their designated place next to his lamp and felt your chest warm at how you seemed to appear in every single one of them.

You heard Steve call your name and cast a final lingering look at the photo of Steve with his arm slung around you before finding your way into the bathroom. He was crouched in front of the sink, sifting through the product graveyard that you called his cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" you asked, leaning yourself up against the doorway. He was squinting his eyes into the abyss of the cabinet, hand pushing through what you could only assume was an array of long forgotten toiletries.

"That bottle of makeup remover. I swear you left it here. It's like bright pink how could I possible not see it," he was glaring into the wooden shelves as if the bottle itself was trying to hide from his gaze.

"Makeup remover. Right," you grumbled though your lips seemed to be permanently up-ticked in Steve's presence, "because I look like a drowned raccoon."

"You said it not me," he quipped and you gasped in faux indignation, moving your socked foot to jab into his side. He yelped, pulling back from his crouched position in front of the cabinet to give you a look though his smirk was deepening, making small dimples appear on his ever-tan cheeks.

"No you said it," you huffed. He let out a deep chuckle, standing up and turning towards you with the bright pink bottle in his hand. "You could've at least gone with a panda or something."

"Sloth was actually my second choice," he said. He let out a delighted squeal as you leapt forward, pout deepening and hand held high to enact your revenge. He dodged you easily enough, moving quickly to grab hold of your wrists, makeup remover discarded to the sink. He pulled you in close, towering slightly as he held your wrists firm. He grinned at you as you glared, eyes flickering down to your lower lip jutted out and he couldn't stop himself from stealing a kiss, quick and fast.

"You're being so mean," you whined though felt your self leaning towards him, hoping he'd kiss you again.

"I'm not," he argued, "You're the most beautiful raccoon I've ever seen."

He laughed at your defiant groan of his name. He swooped in again, quieting your protests against silken lips and your resolve died quickly on your tongue. You wanted to be angry but he took a step closer and deepened the kiss so that all you could do was let out a contented sigh. He let go of one of your wrists to move his hand to the back of your neck. His palm warmed goosebump painted skin and his thumb and forefinger gently massaged the tired tendons of your neck, easing the tension from your spine.

When your brain felt like TV static, he was pulling away with flushed cheeks and an endeared grin. His eyes trailed around the contours of your face, following the swoops and valleys of your cheekbones and cupid's bow. Your eyes fluttered open and he couldn't understand how even with mascara smudged like two gnarly black eyes and hair frizzy and tangled beyond belief, you still stole his breath away.

"If you compare me to another animal–" He kissed you again and then again, deciding he wasn't quite done, pulling you back deeper into your love drunk state. His arms moved around the curve of your waist, tugging you in so you were ruining his shirt once more. His cologne was all encompassing, your head was foggy, and you felt any more witty comments puffing out like matches.

When his kisses started trailing from your lips to the curve of your jaw, he finally zeroed in on how cold your skin felt and what he was supposed to be doing before you and your siren-like beauty distracted him. He hummed low and deep against your throat, nipping at the skin with his canines like he was pulling you from your haze.

"Will you let me get you ready? Or are you gonna keep distracting me?" he murmured, lips still dragging lightly against your pulse point.

You could only hum back, hands gripping tight to the cotton of his shirt so he couldn't pull away. He chuckled again, giving a few more love bites soothed with pillowy kisses. Then he was tugging you back towards the sink so he could soak a cotton pad in makeup remover and take off the evidence of your battle with the rain.

You kept your eyes shut, leaning against his chest, hip touching the counter as he smoothed the cotton pad over your eyes. He was gentle and slow, nicer than you were to your own skin. Every few moments he would lean in and peck your lips making a smile tug at the corners but you kept your eyes shut, savoring the moment and his caring touches.

When he was done, he was pulling away making your eyes flutter open. He turned around to turn off the faucet, hand touching the water quickly to test the temperature. Then he was turning back, stepping close to you again with warm honey eyes and a soft smile.

"Alright, up," he ordered, hands moving to grip the rim of your shirt. He lifted the soaked material up and over your head. You felt his eyes linger on your satin bra as you undid the button of your jeans with shaking hands.

"You just wanna see me naked," you commented, smirking as you pulled down your jeans until they crumbled in a heap on the floor.

"I just want to make sure my girlfriend doesn't freeze to death. And you're turning me into a villain?" he questioned.

"Are you denying it?" you asked, pausing your hands mid movement as they gripped the clasp of your bra. He blinked at you, eyes hovering down then to your halted movements.

"Okay now you're being mean to me," he replied, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes grew darker.

"I was just clarifying," you said, smile deepening before deciding to end his torment.

Though he had seen you naked countless times, Steve couldn't help feel like an excited school boy every time. He wasn't sure if you knew just how much power you wielded over him. You could have him on his knees at even the promise of looking at you. He took a step closer and your breath hitched as you watch his hand reach out. His hand was burning as he touched your skin, palm cupping your tit and thumb swiping over your hardened nipple.

"See," he murmured, free hand snaking around your back, smoothing up the dip in your spine, trailing chills in its wake. "You're freezing."

You hummed in agreement and he leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your collar bone. His hand squeezed and his thumb swiped again and you jumped at the sensation, feeling heat and want creep up your back. He dragged his lips back up towards your neck, ghosting over your throat as his hand continued its affection.

"C'mon," was all he said before he was tugging you towards the bath.

Steve was quick to rid himself of his clothes at your goading pulls of his shirt, dropping in careless piles on the tiled floor along with the rest of yours. He sunk into the water first, letting out a hiss through pearly teeth as he lowered into the steaming water. Then he was grabbing for you, helping you in to sit in front of him.

"It's hot, Steve," you said, hissing just the same, wanting to pull away because the water felt like lava against your icy skin.

"I know. I know. Easy," he said, hands holding above the dip in your waist, firm but gentle, guiding you down so your back was resting against his chest. "Good job. Better?"

You nodded, soaking in his praise with a hum. The water soon turned to welcomed heat and you felt your body melting into the tub, molding yourself against the broad expanse of Steve's torso. He dipped his hand in the water, cupping it slightly so he could bring some of it onto your head. He smoothed back the hair from your forehead, letting the warm water trickle over your ears and down the back of your neck. You hummed again, eyes fluttering shut and brain turning gooey as his left arm moved to encircle over your stomach, pulling you flush against him.

He used his free hand to move away the hair stuck to your neck, draping it over one shoulder so the left side of your neck was exposed to him. You leaned your head back, resting it against his shoulder, letting his lips find the smooth silk of your neck to leave warm, molten kisses to the warming skin. His left hand trailed upwards, following the curve of your love handle to settle again on your chest and his other hand followed suit until you were sinking in deeper, further against Steve and his brandishing kisses and affectionate hands.

His lips trailed from your neck to your shoulder. They lingered near the line of water, dragging lightly over your skin until his affection turned to cute aggression and he nipped at the skin poking out from the water. You squirmed against him and he nipped again before kissing away the sting at your quiet protest.

"You know you can't eat me, Steve," you mumbled, voice slurred in comfort and pleasure.

"I know," he replied, words muffled against your skin, nipping again and tightening his grip on you when you squirmed again. "But I can try."

"Just admit you're obsessed with me," you responded and he could hear the smile in your voice.

"Says the girl who walked in a hurricane to come see me," he quipped back.

"It's just rain. You're dramatic," you mumbled, too content to argue further.

"And you're obsessed with me," he concluded, littering a dozen and a half more kisses to your skin until he was biting again and you were turning to protest and he was catching your lips against his to dilute your annoyance into the ever present love haze that was Steve.

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artemis32 · 2 months

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hii !! if you don't mind can you write a romantic yandere goo?

Yandere Kim Joon Goo

i think i got this like a year (two) ago and it's been sitting in my drafts gathering dust :))

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Goo is many things - easily excitable, loud, outspoken, somewhat childish - he's all those things and more. But most of all, above his playful demeanour and nonchalant façade, he’s determined.

On the surface, most people might say that his outwardly childish act meant that he doesn’t do things properly, didn't get the results he wanted. Truly, that’s possibly his aim - to make people think he isn't a threat, not someone to be taken seriously.

But he is. He's determined and very good at what he does.

So getting you by his side is no problem at all.

Getting you to like him on the other hand. Well, that's very difficult.

Like I said, he's childish and kind of annoying, so he isn't really surprised to find that you don't really like him straight off the bat. That's fine though. He can work with that.

After all, he doesn't have any qualms about playing dirty to get what he wants.

He tends to show up wherever you are, following you around like a lost puppy. You might have thought it was cute if he wasn't so annoying.

But again, he's nothing if not determined, and you refusing his advances only makes him want you more. And one thing about Goo? He always gets what he wants.

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Thinking about Goo who, somehow, finds you every time you leave the house. Literally every single time, without fail. Is he stalking you? Does he have a tracker in your phone? Does he just know you that well? You'll never know.

What you do know is that since he met you four months ago, you haven't had a singular peaceful moment. Even when he wasn't around, he made sure you never forgot his presence - sending you bouquets of flowers too large for you to carry, tons (literal tons) of candy, delivered to your door, school, or place of work by the bagful, spamming you with texts about his day, strange emojis that didn't fit the mood at all, odd, lopsided stuffed animals that admittedly had a strange charm to them.

He'd declared, quite brazenly, that he'd make you his girlfriend, the instant he laid eyes on you too. You, as expected, hadn't taken it well, shutting him down immediately. Instead of backing down, as you thought he would, he'd doubled down, claiming then that he'd make you his wife.

You'd taken to avoiding him since, but it'd been a pointless endeavour, given his seemingly inherent talent for finding you. He found out where you lived a mere two days after your first encounter, which had creeped you out a lot more than his declaration to marry you.

All your avoidance and attempts at ignoring him had amounted to a tall serving of nothing. It hadn't deterred him at all - in fact, your insistence seemed to spur him on more than anything else.

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"Come on, just one date. Please? Pleeeeease? I'll pay you if you don't enjoy it. I'll buy you that giant stuffed animal, the panda? I'll give you my favourite sword? I'll--"

"Fine!"

Goo stands before you, grovelling so hard he's nearly a puddle on the ground, glasses slipped halfway down his nose, brows scrunched up midway though a whining plea. He pauses when you interrupt him, seeming to process your words.

A moment later, he jumps to his feet, straightening his suit as if he hadn't been begging on his knees a moment earlier. He pushes his glasses up, runs a hand through his hair, and bows at the waist, offering you his arm.

"M'lady."

Tentatively, you grab his arm, and you're immediately dragged down the main street a moment later, clutching your bag as he sprints down the sidewalk, knocking pedestrians down left and right. Goo, in all his unbridled joy, seems oblivious to the scathing glares of the old ladies and middle school students, skipping down the sidewalk far too merrily.

"There's this great new restaurant I booked a table at, I think you'll love it- Oh! And the have this really nice strawberry cake dessert thing - I checked the menu..."

You, for the most part, tune him out. To hear him say that he'd already reserved a table before you'd agreed to a date wasn't anything new - he'd done it several times before, though this was the first time you'd actually humoured him enough to agree.

Maybe he'll see that I'm not all that great. Maybe he'll drop all this nonsense after a date.

Somehow, you knew that indulging him would only make his interest worse. Just like you knew that his 'interest' was a lot more sinister than you wanted to acknowledge.

You also knew that he did bad things, a lot of which you didn't know about. What you did know about scared you, enough not to pry or dig deeper. It should've been enough to scare you away completely, but Goo was like a plague, one that took over every aspect of your life and would keep returning, no matter how far you went to shut him out.

A few weeks after you'd first met Goo, you'd run into a group of middle aged men while you were out one night, coming home from a late night study session. They'd said foul things, but you'd been able to ignore them easily enough, at least until they started following you.

For the first time in those few weeks, you'd been glad that Goo seemed to instinctively know where you were at all hours of the day. He'd found you within mere minutes and had been able to scare the men off with one look. He'd given you his jacket and walked you home, a surprisingly comforting presence to be with despite his annoyingly chatty personality.

A few days later, all five men that had terrorised you had been declared dead in what the media had ruled off as nothing more than a casualty of gang violence in the area.

It seemed too convenient, and since then, you'd known that Goo, despite his cheery disposition, was a man you should fear. But, strangely enough, you didn't.

You should. You really should.

But... he was just so sweet. Kinder to you than any other man you'd come across.

He was the first person you'd met in all your life that went out of his way to make your life better - to make sure you were safe, happy, and having fun.

So, you'd decided to give him a chance. One date, one chance.

It couldn't hurt, right?

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seulgiwifeee · 2 months

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Secret Admirer pt. 2 || Seulgi

(PLEASE READ THE FIRST SECRET ADMIRER BEFORE READING THIS.. OR REREAD IF YOU NEED A REFRESHER ON THE STORYLINE !!)

♡ Member: Classmate*Seulgi x

Loser*Femreader

♡ Theme: ;)

♡ Warning: None

♡ Description: For months you've communicated with Seulgi by sending her secret admirer letters, but one day you decide to try taking things further between the two of you.

Word count: 4.6k

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Seulgi furrows her brows, tilting her head at you with confusion, but still accepts the paper.

Jittering teeth chatter behind your sealed lips and you fiddle with the stray threads hanging from the hem of your skirt as you anxiously watch Seulgi unfold the note. Once she finally reveals it to herself, scanning over the written words, it takes everything in you to not shut your eyes out of fear, clutching tighter onto the fabric of your skirt.

♡ Surprise! I hope you're satisfied. ♡

If so, WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ ♡

— XOXO, Candy ♡

Seulgi reads the note out lowly, just enough for you to hear, repeating herself as her mind soaks in and fully comprehends the words.

"Candy.." Seulgi mutters to herself again, slowly lifting her head and staring at you with an unreadable expression. Was it shock? Impressment? Disgust?

To make this interaction go by quicker before you melt into a puddle of shame from the overlapping feelings that continue to sting at you, you reveal Seulgi's Valentine's gifts from behind you and show them off to her. "I.. I got you this."

You pull out a bouquet and set it gently in her arms. "I honestly don't know what kind of flowers these are, but since I saw they were orange and know that your favorite color is orange I bought them for you." You then hand her a tiny gift basket. "I got you this panda bear because you had mentioned it was your favorite animal, and I tried to craft you this uh.. sort of bouquet of lollipops thing instead of giving you anything chocolate related since I remembered you said you weren't the hugest fan of it.. And then there's just some filler confetti down there at the bottom and uh.. yeah.. that's it.

I know it's not a lot, it's just all I could afford and— yeah.”

You pin your focus on anywhere but Seulgi's direction as she takes the basket from you. You grab onto the ends of your pigtails tightly, nervously glancing up to watch her examine your gifts, seeing her pull the stuffed panda out for a better look. She checks out the little orange bowtie detail you'd sewn on it and the custom orange cursive of her name you had embroidered into the bottom of the plushie's foot.

Seulgi looks up at you again in what looks like disbelief, her lips parted in a small 'o.' You squeeze your pigtails tighter, trying so hard not to avoid eye contact as you wait for what she'll say.

"You.. You're seriously Candy? You're the one who's been sending me the admirer letters all this time?"

Your body hairs stick up cold, hesitantly nodding your head in confirmation.

You're so uncertain by Seulgi. There's no telling what her next move could be, but as of what it seems like right now, all you can do is just prepare for the worst for the way her silence is speaking for her.

You ball your shaky fists to your side, squeezing your eyes shut, not able to look at her for any longer as the deafening silence continues on, and the longer it lasts—the longer of it allowing your negative thoughts to speak to you—the more of the war between you and your self-consciousness takes over, your mind unfortunately winning and now has you feeling like you've messed up, badly.

"Seulgi.. I'm so sor—"

At last out of fear, you try to apologize to Seulgi for clearly wasting her time, but to your utmost surprise, your muscles go tense, gasping sharply from the feeling of small arms tied around you as you're forced into a sudden hug.

Your eyes shoot open from the unexpected gesture and your mind runs to a panic when you look down to see Seulgi tightly wrapped around you. You don't know what to do. You continue to stand there frozen in place for what feels like hours until Seulgi eventually lets go of you.

You cover your burning cheeks, staring at Seulgi in embarrassment and confusion.

"Wha—? What was that for?" you ask nervously in a hush, your trembling voice barely audible for even you to hear.

Seulgi smiles, placing her gifts on the bench and pulls you in for another hug, holding you less tightly than before which allows your body to seek comfort of what feels like a homey warmth into the embrace this time.

"Thank you."

You freeze, the contact and scent of her so close to you, the warmness of her voice melting into your ear as she abruptly expresses her gratitude for you, giving you all kinds of jumbled-up feelings you weren't prepared to feel early this morning. "Thank you? A "Thank You?" For what?!" You reluctantly wrap your arms around Seulgi's lower back, hesitant and unsure if this action is appropriate despite her already hugging you twice now.

"Everything!" Seulgi pulls back, grazing her slender fingers down your arms and holds onto your hands, sealing them together by locking your fingers. She gazes at you with gentle eyes. "From the letters to all the thought you put into these gifts, even if you think it's not a lot, remembering all of these specific things about me—No one's ever done anything like this for me!

Like, the determination you have with how consistent you've been for the past months with writing and sending me these letters, the way you're so polite and nice and understanding with me and never fail to keep me engaged. I can always tell you're serious about what you say, and the fact you built up all of this courage to reveal yourself to me despite being this seemingly shy person tells me enough about you and I appreciate it so so much.

My friends don't even have my birthday fully locked in memory, yet, you still remembered from one conversation we had weeks ago that I don't prefer chocolate?!

I don't know.. it just makes me so happy knowing there's someone in this world with all this devotion and would actually waste the time out of their life to do all of these amazing things for me so honestly I don't think I could say thank you enough!"

Your mouth falls in shock.

You weren't expecting this reaction, at all.

She didn't even question anything or think twice about the fact that you, her confirmed secret admirer, are a girl. "I— wow.. so, uh.. do you just not care that I'm a girl?.. a girl that has a crush on you? I mean, you seemed so sure that I was a boy when talking with your friends yesterday— I mean—" You slap your hand over your mouth.

"Well, I can't really say I was expecting my secret admirer to end up being a girl.. but between you and me," she whispers in a playful tone, looking side to side and leans in closer to your ear, "I never minded the thought of it happening."

Your tense gaze at her softens just barely. "Wait.. so.. do you like girls?" you ask, quickly biting back your lip, already regretting if this is too personal of an ask.

"Well—" Seulgi squeezes your hands tighter, cutting herself off by biting her lip as she stares off in thought, looking as if she's almost uncertain about herself. You break the silence, asking her again quickly, a more greater question. "Do you like me? You know, feel any attraction?"

Seulgi looks back at you, more quiet than she was before. "I'd be lying if I said that I've ever been attracted to you because well.. we've never really talked. I don't see you often and if I do you're just so distanced away from anyone, so I've never really been given an opportunity if m being honest..

But, I can say that I can definitely see myself getting to know more about you in the future and see where things can lead to after that."

Seulgi latches her palm onto your cheek, her thumb and pointer finger gently nipping at your baby fat. "And you're just so cute! How could I not want to?"

You blush deeper at her teasing, failingly covering the lower half of your face to hide your sheepishness. "So, does this mean you'll be my Valentine?!" you ask her excitedly, your eyes gleaming when she answers with a single nod. "I would love to—"

You interrupt Seulgi before she can even complete her sentence, this time, you being the one who brings her into a tight bear hug, snuggling your head deeply into the crook of her neck, taking in her sweet scent and embracing the feeling of her body so close with yours. "Thank you! Thank you!" you squeal into her neck.

You pull back, looking away from her embarrassed from your sudden outburst, and scratch your arm. Seulgi smiles, glancing ahead of you, then reaches over to grab her gifts from the bench and looks back at you. "Come on, we should probably go inside before school starts." Seulgi holds her hand out, inviting yours to join hers. You giggle shyly, slowly creeping your hand over until it links with hers. Then you two walk off. "You know, I did these pigtails today just for you because you said it was your favorite hairstyle. How is it?"

Seulgi smiles as you two enter the double doors. "Adorable."

Your tiny mind can't believe that this is truly happening. Not only is Seulgi your valentine now, but she's proud about it, showing it off to the world as you two walk through the hallways hand in hand, although the peers around you probably wouldn't think twice about you two, most likely thinking you're just close friends like every other that's girl seen in this school holding hands with another girl.

—

You couldn't remember a single thing your teacher mentioned in discussion during first period because all you could think about was wow—this is not a dream. You and Seulgi could potentially be girlfriends by the next few days, or weeks.. or months?.. yeah, you're still not too familiar with the idea of how quickly these relationship things begin and whatnot.

You barely even survived gym class; Seulgi letting you run with her during laps, standing next to her during stretches, and you doing horribly at trying not to be obvious when you'd admire the way her body coordinated in that now blessing of a uniform as she'd bend all around.

But you really knew the beginning of this relationship or bond thing between the two of you was going to be serious once Seulgi invited you to sit with her during lunch. No— forced you to sit with her and her clique, sitting you down right beside her and keeping you in close.

All eyes fell on you as the friend group looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were all of a sudden seated there with them today, and honestly were quite judging with their stares.

All that the staring made you want to do was hide, and you didn't even dare to try sparing any eye contact with these girls. "Who's she?" one of them curiously asked Seulgi, but the hidden tone in her voice sounded very uninvitingly of you being there.

"She's Y/N, one of my new friends!" Seulgi explained to her happily. "—Well, I've never seen you hang out with her," another girl chimed in, raising her eyebrow at the both of you, clearly trying to throw some sort of shade.

"Hence, why I said new friend. We got closer today," Seulgi clarified, her forced smile flashed brightly to mask the tinge of annoyance you noticed in her voice. She was starting to get irritated at all of her friends' judgment. You bit your lip awkwardly as you looked down at your lunch tray, already embarrassed by the thick atmosphere your presence alone just being there had already caused.

Before anyone could make any more comments about you, the girl sitting on the other side of Seulgi looked down, noticing the earlier gifts you had given sticking out from the opening of Seulgi's bag. "Oh my gosh, Seulgi! Who got you these? You have a valentine?!"

Immediately, the tension died down and you were already nothing but a lost topic as everyone leaned over the table to check out the gifts sitting alongside Seulgi. Seulgi waved for everyone to sit and calm down and pulled out the gifts so the girls could see better. "Yes, guys.. I do have a valentine!" Seulgi confirmed to them with a blush, rolling her eyes playfully and covering her mouth to hide her smug smile.

"Who is it?!" one friend demanded, the others murmuring around, wanting to know the same.

You quickly stole a glance over to Seulgi's direction, staring nervously as you wondered what she was going to say to them.

Seulgi shook her head at them. "I'm not telling you!"

"Come on! Why? Is he ugly or something?"

"No— of course not!" Seulgi defended. "You guys just don't need to know everything about my life," she told them jokingly, but behind the smile, it was obvious she was serious about her words.

All of her friends in unison sighed dramatically with a roll of their eyes. "Seriously? Come on! Just give us a hint! Is he from the football team?"

"No."

"Basketball?"

"No."

"Is he in our English language class?"

"No."

"Is he hot?"

"Yes."

"Do we know him?"

"Is he in here right now?—"

"—Okay guys stop. I'm telling you right now, you're not going to guess who he is! And no matter what you do or say I'm not going to tell you anything," Seulgi stated firmly.

"Okay whatever.. just know, we're still not going to stop bothering you about this until we find out who he is."

Seulgi sighed with a dry laugh, mixing in with her friends' ticklish laughter. The girls around continued to talk with and exchange Valentine's gossip with each other while Seulgi turned over to you, seeing how noticeably uncomfortable you had gotten as you stared down at your tray, not a single bite of your food eaten.

"Can you give me your phone for a sec?" Seulgi whispered to you. You looked up, uncertain of what she would possibly need it for, but nodded anyway and handed your unlocked phone to her.

Really, you were surprised in yourself at how quickly and easily you gave her your phone, not even thinking twice about all of the bad things she could've planned on doing with it.

Not too long after, she handed you back your phone while pulling out her own. You looked at her confused until you felt a vibration a few seconds later come from your phone. You glanced down, seeing a message notification from an unfamiliar contact.

[Seulgi]

| sorry about them.. they can be a handful to deal with sometimes haha

| also sorry for lying to them about us

| i know ur upset

| i've never told any of them that i find attraction in girls so i had to continue with the thought that my valentine was a guy

| it's nothing against you i promise :(

[You]

| I know.. I get it though :):

Seulgi frowned when she heard you exhale a sigh from beside her.

[Seulgi]

| yk i wish i could've given you something for valentines if i would've known it was you behind those notes

| i would've had something so cute for you!!!

[You]

| Oh, NO no it's fine! Really

| Just seeing you enjoy my gifts is perfect enough for me :D

[Seulgi]

| :) ♡

The corner of your lips reached your cheekbones as you smiled stupidly at your phone, blushing and your heart fluttering around as you read the messages, continuously scanning over the heart emoji she sent.

You turned to face Seulgi, shyly smiling at her while she smiled back. Your attention was brought back down once you felt the buzz of your phone again.

[Seulgi]

| you should probably eat before your food gets cold

[You]

| Oh yeah..

*hearted message*

*Contact name has been changed to

"Seulgi ♡♡♡"*

Seulgi giggled softly watching as you quickly stuffed a spoonful of rice in your mouth after placing your phone down.

—

You walked to your locker at the end of the day with a joyful heart. For once, you didn't feel like you wanted to hide from the world, you were proud of yourself, strutting down the once terrifying hallways, feeling the most confident you never thought you could be.

Crazy how much Seulgi's effect can have on a person.

After grabbing your belongings you exited the building by yourself, like always, and walked down the concrete steps. While making your detour to the sidewalk, you heard your name from afar get called out which quickly stopped you. You warily turned around, startled by the sudden yell, but settled your nerves once you saw Seulgi standing by the tennis court frantically waving over for you. You could see her motion two fingers for you to come, so of course with your obedient heart, you hurriedly skipped over.

When standing in front of Seulgi, you shyly fidgeted with your fingers. "Hi.."

"Hey, Y/N! Sorry for stopping you at a busy moment like this, but I just wanted to finally give you a Valentine's gift!"

"Really?!" you gasped, glancing down at her arms and the ground, though seeing nothing. "You know, you didn't have to.. What is it?!"

"Close your eyes," she instructed and with no hesitation you did as she said, holding your hands out, expecting a physical item to end up in your possession, but something happened that you weren't expecting in the slightest. Something you had only ever daydreamed of happening.. You wanted to scream, hide, run away, but you managed for your body to accept it, feeling Seulgi's tender lips pressed against your cheek, her lipstick staining pink on you once she lifted back.

By this point, you couldn't control yourself anymore, your legs and hands were shaking violently and you had lost all ability to speak as your jaw hung open. You knew you looked like an idiot, and your face had to have been as red as a chili pepper by then, you could feel the heat emanating from your shaken body.

"S..Seulgi..." you struggled out, entirely caught off guard by her action and touched your cheeks, gently patting on the area where her lips once were.

Seulgi winked at you, finally walking off. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

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{One month later}

"I've never had a sleepover before," you admit quietly as you enter Seulgi's bedroom, looking around in awe, admiring the spacious room.

"Seriously? Never?!" Seulgi asks surprised, closing and locking the door behind her. You shake your head sadly and place your night bag near her bed.

"Well then," Seulgi starts, "I guess I'll just have to make this the best, most unforgettable sleepover you'll ever have!" She grabs you from the waist, pulling you in close to her side, and you bubble a coy laugh at the swift movement of her gesture, still not used to being this touchy with anyone. "So uh, what do people usually do at sleepovers? Is it like what the movies show?"

Seulgi shrugs. "I mean, guess they can be like that sometimes. You know, realistically it's usually more tamed down than the movies, but tonight we can just do what you want!"

"Oh, okay," you mumble with a nod, holding your thumb up.

"So, what do you wanna do?"

"I don't know.." you mumble awkwardly, "I guess we could watch a movie?.. People do that at sleepovers, right?" you suggest, your voice rising more high-pitched the more unsure you start to sound. Seulgi chuckles, seeing your lack of experience shine through. "Of course they do!" Seulgi turns on her TV and once on hands you the remote. "You can choose the movie."

"Oh uh, I'm not really that good at choosing stuff.." you mutter, hesitantly taking the remote.

"Don't worry, I'll watch whatever you put on!"

You nod with that and scroll through the catalog until you click on a random comedy movie that you thought was something Seulgi would enjoy. "Do you want anything to eat or snack on?" Seulgi asks as she turns off the light and gets ready to exit the room while you make yourself comfortable in her bed. You shake your head. "You sure?" She asks again and you nod reassuringly, although you are, in fact, hungry.

Seulgi arrives back as quickly as she exits the room, not wanting to leave her guest on her own for too long, and returns with a small carton of strawberry ice cream, your personal favorite, though she doesn't know.

Seulgi scoots next to you on the bed. "You readyy?" she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows playfully to spark your excitement. "Yup!" you reply, trying to mimic her brow movements to match her energy which only causes her to laugh more.

As the movie plays, you sneak glances over in Seulgi's direction from time to time, eying the ice cream, watching as the amount gradually gets smaller. Your glances don't go unnoticed once Seulgi notices your gaze in the corner of her eye and turns to you with a smirk. "Whatcha looking at?" she teases.

You quickly look away embarrassed and put your focus back on the movie, ignoring her question.

"You want some, don't you? Don't worry, you can have some if you'd like!" Seulgi holds her hand out, offering you the carton. You gladly take the ice cream, but once you pull out the spoon, you then realize it's the same spoon she'd been eating off of this entire time. Are you supposed to use it? Is this how friends share things at sleepovers? Did she just forget to give you a different spoon? You hold up the spoon, tilting your head at Seulgi.

"Oh sorry, did you want your own?"

Oh, so it was intentional.

You quickly shake your head at her. "Oh— uh.. no— no! It's good!" You use the used spoon to scoop up the ice cream and shakily place it in your mouth.

This is technically like a kiss, right, you thought. Did you just kiss Seulgi? Or maybe you're just thinking too much into it since you've never had any friends to live the experience of sharing food with before.

After swallowing your spoonful, Seulgi grabs the spoon from you, taking another scoop for herself.

For the next ten minutes of the movie, you and Seulgi take turns eating from the tub, somehow, during the middle of it, creating a sort of silent competition of who could successfully get the final scoop.

You won, afterward teasing and poking fun at Seulgi for being too slow. You two laughed it off, but as it calmed down, Seulgi just stared at you, silently, and continued to do so for a good couple of seconds. The longer she looked at you, the more you started to get self-conscious and ran back to your usual overthinking.

"What? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask nervously, wondering if she'd been staring at excess ice cream stuck to the corners of your mouth or if what you had thought you both knew was an just innocent game had instead gotten her upset.

"Nothing, you're just really pretty."

What?

Your brain doesn't want to believe her words because after all, you probably do have leftover ice cream sitting on your face. Your hair's messily tied up, you still have on those big ass nerdy glasses.. you're literally wearing my little pony pajamas for goodness sake!

Overall in conclusion, right now you know you're just not attractive in the slightest bit, yet.. you just couldn't help yourself from blushing like a loser and covering your cheeks from the compliment.

Seulgi has called you "cute" and "adorable" many times during the last few weeks, and they definitely flattered you, yes, but this compliment was something new, something you never thought you'd hear from anyone's mouth seriously besides your mother. And in honesty, this was something your fragile mind had been needing to hear for a long time, especially in a moment like this where you're nothing but being and looking like your true self.

"N-No! You're pretty!— I mean— Aaggh!" You grab one of Seulgi's fluffy pillows and stuff your head into it, hiding your cherry-red face. Seulgi giggles at your reaction and leans in to hug you. "Stop, you're always so cute when you react like this!"

The force of her hug somehow manages to push you two down to your backs, her arms still wrapped around you and her leg slightly resting on top of yours. Seulgi pulls the pillow away, allowing your burning face to look at her, all flustered and shy of embarrassment. She smiles down at you and you giggle shyly, wanting to cover your face once more.

Soon, the embarrassment wears off, but now you and Seulgi just remain staring at each other silently. You don't even know why though, but you do know you sure don't want to look away. You can't. It's like there's a force keeping you like this.

Apparently, that force didn't want to just stop at eye contact because before you knew it, Seulgi's lips were pressed softly against yours.

Your foggy mind quickly wakes up, your eyes going wide as you look across at Seulgi whose eyes are shut closed, feeling deep into the kiss. You internally panic, not knowing how to react and look side to side now with so many new confusing thoughts and feelings as your lips mindlessly move in sync with hers.

Oh my gosh— your first kiss and it's with Seulgi.. Seulgi?!

You slightly squeal when you feel Seulgi's lips part and her tongue seek out to find yours. You don't what in the world to do, your virgin lips have never made out with anyone before, so you just try to copy what you feel her doing, mimicking the way her tongue rolls with yours while still looking around the dark room frantically. After a few seconds, you tense down and get used to this feeling, finally closing your eyes and allowing yourself to ease into the kiss.

You don't want this to stop, you want to taste the sweet strawberry coated all in her mouth some more, but after what feels like an eternity, yet somehow not long enough, you two softly pull back from the kiss, fluttering your eyes open and looking right into hers. You two can't even say anything to each other, Seulgi's face now blushing a deep red like yours.

As if it was possible, you were gaining even deeper feelings for Seulgi.. and with the way her eyes are admiring, you can tell she's starting to feel them too.

Without a second thought or word, you quickly dig into your pajama shorts pocket, pulling out a folded paper. You were going to give this to Seulgi the next day, having already made an entire plan beforehand for how you originally were going to use it, but after this kiss something clicked something in you, making you realize you had to do this action quickly because at this point, there was no room in your heart to wait any longer for something you so desperately desired.

Seulgi looks down, feeling the note placed in her hand, you continuing to stay silent.

You would normally be nervous at a moment like this, but the determination you feel drastically overweighs those feelings as you watch her unfold and read the note.

Will you be my G♡rlfr♡end, Kang Seulgi?

— Candy ♡

Seulgi looks at you with a blank expression, suddenly confusing you when she hops off the bed to pick up her school bag without saying a word. She sits back beside you, pulls out a pen, and takes the note.

You watch as she flips it over to the blank side and starts writing on it. Then with a smile, she hands it back to you.

It's about time you'd ask :)

— Candy's girlfriend

LOL hope you guys are satisfied with this ending sorry to keep you so suspenseful for so long

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

#red velvet #kpop imagines #red velvet imagines #seulgi #kang seulgi #seulgi imagines #kpop #wlw #seulgi x reader #seulgi red velvet #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #fem reader #fluff

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just-shower-thoughts · 1 year

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Many life forms are taken for granted. Everyone cares about animals like Pandas, but there are millions of small creatures who live for generations inside small worlds like muddy puddles and under rotten logs

#thoughts from the shower #water based introspection #wet on main #showery contemplation

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skippyv20 · 1 month

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Life with Ellie, Oliver and Jaxon❤️❤️❤️❤️

Well, changes happening at a quick pace. Ellie is settling in quite nicely, and knows she is “home”. She is in charge of the household, her plan of coming and being too cute and innocent …has worked! She fooled us all!😂😂😂😂😂😂

I can’t tell you how happy my heart has been seeing these new developments. Jaxon and Ellie, laying side by side feeling the warm sun from the window. Both content. Besties. They wear each other out…..they wear us out! They are very busy. I do think Jaxon is amused at just how sassy Ellie is. He can’t believe it!

Oliver! Well, I have been feeding them separately. Oliver has been eating wet food, sprinkled with chicken (I cut up into little flakes). Make meatballs out of the wet food. Well, Oliver was happy with that, until yesterday. They now eat supper at the same time. Oliver wandered over, saw what Ellie was eating. Hmmm, no meatballs for her. Well, Oliver decided then and there…..he won’t be eating meatballs anymore. He will be eating dry food, with chicken flakes sprinkled on top…or he won’t eat. He also decided, no he won’t be eating alone, he will eat with Ellie beside him. So, now they both eat their appropriate age dry food, with chicken flakes (such a small amount). They eat side by side. Ellie feels like such a big girl. Oliver feels like such a big brother. This feels normal to Oliver now.

Oliver is still waking up the second Ellie does. He is very busy watching her. It’s his job. He also supervises us supervising her and Jaxon playing. He is a very busy little guy. He is so proud when I tell Ellie we have to take Oliver outside with us. She runs and hops and bounces over to him, gives him tons of kisses, and off we go. I know he can feel how much she loves him. It’s so wonderful seeing Oliver with a happy heart again.

I know Ellie is anxious to come on walks with Oliver and I. She is still throwing tantrums because she can’t. It will be awhile before she can. She is just too little. We don’t walk far, we are so lucky we have a little park across the street. It’s our favourite spot. Oliver took me over there the other day, and he was so happy. I think I know why. He felt Cathy and Panda there. I could feel them too. There is much peace at the park. Of course, Oliver takes me over little snowbanks, we have to jump over puddles of melted snow, walk through slushy snow, we have to make sure we don’t slip on ice….it really is an adventure. I am happy to go along with him though. I always figure, when and if you can find something that makes a pup happy, why wouldn’t you do it? We both come home exhausted. Peaceful, but exhausted.

Thank you for allowing me the space to share Ellie, Oliver and Jaxon cat with you all. Sending love and hugs🙂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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thepromptswhisperer · 9 months

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Under My Umbrella Prompts

1. A wordlessly opens their umbrella and holds it over B (and themselves).

2. “Careful. There’s a— …puddle.”

3. A shakes out their umbrella, the action (accidentally) leading to B’s clothes getting wet.

4. A goes out of their way to make sure A gets home/inside without getting soaked by the rain. (e.g. they pick them up at work)

5. (In a hurry,) A accidentally takes B’s umbrella with them. (They forgot that theirs has a panda design/etc.)

6. A tilts their umbrella just so in an attempt to not get recognized by B who is coming their way.

7. A loses their/B’s umbrella.

8. A and B link arms as they get cozy underneath the umbrella.

9. A and B decide to stand underneath a shop’s awning/in a house entrance/etc. until the rainfall lessens/comes to a stop.

10. “There’s enough space underneath here for both us.”/”I don’t mind sharing with you.”

11. A (and B) abandon(s) their umbrella. Their clothes are already soaked anyway.

12. When it starts to rain, A quickly runs into a shop to buy an umbrella. B had the same idea (and now they are fighting over the last umbrella the shop has left).

13. A and B share a kiss/a hug underneath the umbrella.

14. “I won’t melt.” “Still. For me. Please?”

15. Underneath the umbrella, A feels like they are in their own little world with B.

16. A opts to use their umbrella when there’s but a drizzle. (B thinks it’s amusing.)

17. A invites B to get underneath their umbrella (with them).

18. A’s arm sneaks around B’s shoulder/waist as they walk, the latter holding the umbrella that keeps them both dry.

19. A gently steers B to the side as they walk together underneath an umbrella so that they can avoid walking into a puddle.

20. “I was in the neighborhood when it started to rain and thought—” “Why not seek refuge at A’s? (My, don’t I feel honored.)”

21. When it starts to rain, A uses their jacket/hands/a pizza box etc. to keep themselves (/(and) B) as dry as possible.

22. A tries their best to shield B from the rain, but the raindrops running down the (shared) umbrella catch on their left/right side.

23. A’s umbrella (almost) gets blown away/turned inside out thanks to the strong wind.

24. A thought B was ridiculous/simply making a fashion statement when they insisted on taking an umbrella with them. Now they are glad they did.

25. A starts to sing a song that contains the words umbrella. (e.g. Singin’ in the Rain)

26. “(Could you wrap it up?) I’m not getting any drier here.”

27. A holds out their hand/tilts their umbrella to determine if it still rains (much).

28. When it starts to rain/the rain intensifies, A and B decide to make a run for it.

29. A notices too late that B has stolen their umbrella.

30. The direction the rain is coming from and the consequently tilted umbrella make it so that A barely sees where they are going. (They almost walk straight into B.)

31. A lifts/lowers their umbrella as to not collide with anything/anybody.

32. “I can’t have you getting sick.”

33. A and B both have their own umbrella and try to figure out how to best walk close to one another considering the situation.

34. A and B jump over a puddle together.

35. A complains about the umbrella being heavy/remarks they did an arm workout the day before/etc. in the hopes that B will take over and hold the umbrella over both of them.

36. “You’ve asked for protection, your highness?” “My hero. Saving me from the big bad rain.”

37. No umbrella could have helped A with staying dry – not when a car drives through a puddle and sprays them wet/they accidentally step into a puddle/etc.

#writing prompts #writing inspiration #umbrella prompts #rainy day prompts #rain prompts #couple prompts #fluff prompts #writing ideas #scenario prompts #prompt list #person a and person b

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gaybananabread · 2 months

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I might be forgetful or just obsessed, but I don't think anyone's asked for headcanons about our Spider Gang: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. >w< Or just your favorites, of course. I admit I'm most curious about Gwen and Hobie.

-Panda/Black Feathers

🕸️Spider Gang Tkl Headcanons☆

~What's wrong with both? But yeah, I've yet to do headcanons with these goobers. I don't know this “consistency” people speak of, so expect none of it. I do wanna add some other spider peeps to these, but we'll keep it to the Gang for now. Expect some more food, probably within the next few weeks. Thank you for the request!~

🎧Miles🎨

General:

We can all agree that he's a massive dork about this, right?

He's a lee-leaning switch, though it's close.

Loves tickling both ways, but can admit neither.

Boy gets squirmy every time the word is even mentioned. You bet he practically dies when any scene comes on TV

Lee:

Lee moods for him are quite frequent.

His friends have a system for detecting them at this point. Checklist and everything if they feel like being goofs.

Nervous giggles, extra knee bounces, higher voice, showier clothes if he's bold, easy blushes and jumpiness. They've got him down to a T at this point (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Super squirmy lee, you almost definitely need to pin him if you wanna live. Known for his donkey-kicks.

Worst spots are his armpits. He will screech if you even try to get him there. Not a spot for the weak-willed.

Melt spot is his neck. A few fluttering fingers, maybe gentle scritches under his chin, and you’ll have a giggly puddle of sleepy mirth.

Real easy to fluster. Say the t-word a few times, compliment his inevitable blush, maybe incorporate the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Immediate results!

He feels like he'd be super air-ticklish. Can not handle any wiggling fingers or sneaky teases.

Doesn't ask for what he wants, like, ever. Gotta use your detective skills around him (the checklist above is very helpful (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

Ler:

Such a shit, even though he can't handle a fraction of what he dishes out-

Absolutely webs people up to help himself (only if they're comfy with it ofc)

Very playful and teasing. You blush? Get ready for him to point it out at least seven times. Snort? Good luck.

“Your cheeks are all red, gigglebox. This fluster you that bad?”

“Aww, you snort? No, don't hide your face! I wanna hear it again!”

“What d’ya think happens when I go here? Yeah, right there. Only one way to find out~”

Once he gets a handle on his venom power, he learns that very small shocks can be quite effective in wrecking his lee.

So, Miles being Miles, abuses that knowledge at the most inopportune times.

Little jolts during training, walking through the halls, studying, you name it. By the end of the day, people are either ready to kill him or want him to just get it over with. He's happy either way.

Has high respect for boundaries. Before starting, he'll make sure the safeword is remembered and clarify what they're comfortable with.

Super nice aftercare. Cuddles, snacks and maybe listening to some music and napping on him while he sketches.

🥁Gwen🩰

General:

I’m gonna go with ler-leaning switch. Like Miles, it’s pretty close. These kids just love to laugh ¯\_(´꒳`)_/¯

A bit better in terms of confidence. If it’s a good day and the mood isn’t too severe, she can ask one of her close friends. Other than that, suffering until someone notices.

Lee:

When she gets lee moods, everyone is almost immediately alerted.

Either she has the courage to ask, or in the more likely event that she doesn’t, she’ll provoke everyone.

Snippy comments, crop tops, hair up, sarcasm for days, and THE SASSSS

If they don’t realize she’s in a lee mood, they’re gonna wreck her anyway for getting on their nerves.

A squirmer for sure, though not quite as bad as Miles. Careful of her legs, though. She was a dancer; that kind of strength combined with spider-power won’t feel very good to the jaw.

Worst spot is her navel. A few raspberries and she’ll be a cackling, snorty mess.

Melt spots are her back and ears. She loves light traces and scratches along her back, and a feather on the shells of her ears would be heavenly.

Adores cheer-up tickles. You’ll make her entire week if you gently trace her belly or squeeze her sides when she’s upset.

She’s got a really pitchy, bubbly laugh. You get her to belly laugh, and you’ll be rewarded with lovely snorts.

Ler:

VERY sassy and playful. Will tease the living hell out of you and giggle while she does it.

Anything she can tease you for, she will. Usually teasing-compliments, but she shakes it up.

“Such an adorable belly! It’s like it was made for me to poke and squeeze. Can’t deny its purpose, can I?

“It’s so easy to fluster you! I just need to say that one little word, and you can hardly breathe~”

“It tickles, does it? Sucks to be you. Now, onto those ribs…”

Gwen likes doing her nails with her friends, so those babies are always nice and tickly. The boys can never manage to keep theirs like that, no matter how hard they try.

She likes blowing raspberries if it’s someone she’s close to. Loves the silliness, and their reactions are just too cute.

Very good at giving cheer-up/comfort tickles. If someone’s upset, they go to Gwen for some special pick-me-ups.

Wondrous aftercare. Back rubs, praises and a movie night. She’ll even braid your hair if that’s something you’d enjoy.

✮Hobie🎸

General:

The switchest spider to walk the Earth, I dare you to fight me on this/j

So chill on both fronts. He just goes with the flow.

Has magic “can say the t-word whenever” powers, loves abusing them.

Absolute menace in tickle fights. He’ll either kick your ass, or fluster the hell out of you while you attempt to wreck him.

If anyone’s in a mood, lee or ler, Hobie’s their best bet.

Lee:

Okay, so…he definitely is open to being wrecked by his friends.

One of them has a killer ler mood? Hobie’s here to help. He’s gonna be all teasy about it, but it’s quickly replaced with giggles.

When he’s just straight-up in a lee mood, he can ask with next to no problems. Coincidentally, he “accidentally” flusters his ler more often than not.

If he just doesn’t feel like asking, he’ll put on a crop top, rest his arms behind his head, and wait for someone to get a ler mood or try something.

We can all agree that this smug bastard would try to fluster his ler, right?

Holding his arms up without being asked, telling them to keep going, how good they’re doing, “Ready when you are~”, teasing them for “staring,” the list goes on.

Worst spots are his feet, followed by his underarms and hips. He’s not always in the mood for footer tickles though, so the pits are your best shot.

Melt spots are his calves and palms. Mr. Guitar would adore some hand tickles, and the tall prick deserves some draw-backs.

Rumbly, base-sounding giggles if it isn’t that bad a spot. If it is, you’ll get loud, boisterous, scraggy laughter. Very fun to find and point out the differences to him, he’ll definitely appreciate it! ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

Ler:

He has two sides, one very different from the other.

The first is gentle, comforting tickles. He won’t go too fast or vigorous, only upping the ante if you ask or seem ready.

“Those some cute giggles ya got there, mate. Glad you’re sharin’~”

“You’re adorable, ya know that? All blushes an’ squirms, but you ain’t said ‘stop’ once~”

The other is the one you should be terrified of.

Evil teases, immediate worst-spot tickles, keeps you laughing until you’re in tears (unless you tap out beforehand)

“Wha’s that? Oh, tickles, does it? Good, ya needed a laugh.”

“Man, you’re laughin’ pre’y hard. Blushin’, too. I didn’ know any better, I’d say yer enjoyin’ yourself~”

Either way, he listens to boundaries and stops whenever you ask/seem like you’re done. Boy is all about respect, in this sense anyway.

He definitely plays the lee-guitar game. Your ribs are now his strings. Might even get his pick out if he’s feeling really evil.

Changes up his methods for each lee (let’s stick with the gang’s regular moods here before I go on a tangent)

For Pav, he’s a smug asshole. Lots of fake-outs before he actually starts, continuously calls his reactions “fuckin’ adorable” to see him blush. No mercy until it’s needed.

With Miles, he’s a bit less evil. Mainly just teases him for being so ticklish and his blushes.

For Gwen, he’s rougher. She usually likes to forget her name, and he’s more than happy to help. Raspberries, teases, the whole nine. Whatever gets her cackling.

Amazing with aftercare. Will pull you into his lap for cuddles, and he gives incredible massages and back rubs. Praise for days if you need them, and even if you don’t, he’s happy to supply them.

🪷Pavitr☕

General:

Suuuuuch a sunshine boy I swearrrrrr ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

He gives lee-leaning switch. Loves getting his ass handed to him, but occasionally loves making his friends giggle and squeal.

Can admit that he likes both sides, though he can only say the t-word itself if he isn’t flustered.

Always up for helping one of his friends if they’re in a ler mood, and sometimes ready to wreck them for the greater good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Lee:

Loves being tickled, especially if he’s in a really bad lee mood.

Most of the time, he’ll whine to either Hobie or Gayatri that he’s “feeling fuzzy” and they’ll get the message. If he isn’t that worked up, he’ll flat out ask.

Very squirmy little worm, though he doesn’t flail like some of the others. Has accidentally headbutted before though, so careful if you’re messing with his neck.

Decently easy to fluster, though it takes a while to wreck him. You’ve gotta know exactly what you’re doing to really get him good (just ask Hobie or Miles, they’re loving narcs)

Worst spot is his belly, specifically his navel. Raspberries are killer for him there. Him and Gwen share a death spot and both torment each other with that knowledge.

Melt spots are his forearms and under his chin. Adorable to trace a few inches up from his pits and watch him dissolve. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t love some gentle tickles under his chin, can you? (answer: no)

Bright, bubbly, almost boyish giggles. Things get a lot pitchier when you really wreck him, squeaks and squeals coming in no short supply.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler when the mood strikes him.

Most don’t suspect it to be that bad and give him full reign. They’re quickly proven wrong.

He respects boundaries of course, doesn’t ever go overboard. Takes breaks to check in and let his lee breathe every few minutes.

Loves to tease with compliments and praises. This is where he abuses his powers.

“Aww, your laugh is so cute! Who knew you’d be so ticklish?”

“That blush is just adorable, friend. You really have to show it more often!”

“I know, it really tickles here, huh? You’re doing great!”

If he’s feeling like a goober, he’ll play “Tickle Monster” and blow little raspberries on your belly. Might even make little “nom” noises while he does it to be a menace.

Loves giving tickle hugs. He’ll sneak up behind someone, koala-hug them and start wiggling his fingers into their sides. (Being short actually helps him there)

If one of his friends is upset or stressed, he’ll talk it out with them before suggesting a tickly cheer-up. If they don’t legitimately object, he’ll sweetly tease them until they’re all giggly and happy again.

SUPER sweet with aftercare. Cuddles, snacks, praises, and just general conversation. If you want to, he’d even be open to a nap.

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amalia-uwu · 3 months

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“You are the best”

Gift Oneshot for Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away 💚💚💚

Sans x Female Reader

Undertale by Toby Fox. The rights go to the respective owners!

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst,

Your majesty, I offer you this oneshot.

Please my queen, accept this humble offering!

💚

You came home after a long day.

By the time you woke up..

Things were just going downhill. You hit your toe on the bed. Slammed your head on the table.

It started raining, the wind turned the umbrella around 5 times.

At work not only the manager was being a total jerk, some customers really tested your patience and limits. Too much work paperwork..

Of course, they spilled coffee on you cause why not? This day is already awful! What else could get wrong?

You reached your door all wet, cause someone drove over the puddle on the street as a result the muddy water splashed all over you.

...Great. Just great...

You sighed.

You stepped in.

Sans heard the door opening "Honey?" his soft masculine voice called. He sounded from the kitchen. You didn't have the strength to speak. Your eyes began watering. You felt them burning.

You stood at the door not saying a word.

He came and looked at you. His happiness turned to shock, concern, understanding..

His eyes widen "Oh". He could understand from your face that you could barely keep it together.

"Before anything else, how about you take a shower, then come talk to me? Hm? There are fresh washed clothes and hot water waiting for you. Then come eat and we will talk yes?".

You smiled clenching your teeth and silently nodded.

You left your things and went to take a shower.

You washed your hair, then filled the bathtub with hot water and let yourself relax.

The water warmed your bones and alleviated the soreness and tiredness. That gift box Sans brought you had the best fragrances.

Coconut, rose, mango, floral and many more beautiful smells.

Right now you used lavender.

Eventually you cleaned the bathroom and went to the bedroom.

You saw the clothes he picked up for you, laying neatly on the bed.

Okay, you chuckled.

The shirt was green with heart designs on it.

The pants were a darker shade of green (forest green) with pandas on them.

Your white wooly jacket, with the teddybear-like hood that neatly laid above your bed.

You got dressed and walked downstairs.

He left food for you and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Sans looked at you. You approached him and hugged him.

He hugged you back. You began crying.

Everything that had happened today, came back to slap you hard on the face.

"Bad day?" he asked softly. You nodded.

"wanna tell me what happened?".

"too much work, the manager is a total jerk. On the street someone splashed muddy water all over me, they spilled coffee and... Today is just terrible".

He caressed your hair and gave your a cheek a soft kiss.

You smiled at that.

"Hey, now it's okay! Sshh.. Look, I made you, your favorite food. We can see your favorite movie and eat the cake I baked. Sounds good?"

You broke the hug and kissed his cheekbone.

You loved how his face blushed. That faint blue hue under his eye sockets drove you nuts.

You sat down and you ate the food he made for you. "Mmm" the flavors were so good.

Sans had stopped eating, he was just watching you. He loved the way you eat.

He found you so adorable.

You looked at him. Cheeks stuffed and slightly blushed. You swallowed and said "It's delicious, thank you!"

Sans smiled, man he was adorable when he was getting shy. You wanted to put him down and kill him with kisses.

However, the lady you were. You repressed that desire.. For now.

When you both finished.

You drank the orange juice. You felt better.

You were so happy around him.

Even in bad days. You couldn't help but smile, when you were close to him.

He was the light in the darkness.

You washed the dishes and then laid on the couch.

He brought you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You laid on top of him. Your face on his sternum, listening to the soft humming of his soul.

He was warm and soft. His bones and magic made him a soft chubby teddy bear.

He threw a blanket above you; your favorite color, green.

You smiled and kissed his sternum, were his soul is..

"You are the best" you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You make me happy! Thank you sweetheart" you added.

He smiled and caressed your back. He kissed your forehead

"I'm always here for you, y/n. Don't forget that, no matter what. I am always here my starlight".

You smiled "same goes for me sans. I'm always here"

He rubbed your back as you buried your face deeper into his ribs.

"I love you sans" you mumbled and slowly closed your eyes for a nap. You had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love you too Y/N" he whispered.

This day had a good conclusion after all. You were happy!

💚

The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

#undertale #sans #sans x reader #sans x y/n #sans x you #for fudgelling-away #gift fic #Amalia writes #Αμαλία γράφει #I was planning to post it in a few days #But hearing you had a tough day I decided to post it now!#Enjoy 😘#Hope you feel better!#😘😘😘#Αμαλία writes

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ilyluffy · 2 years

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𝒰𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅 ~ 𝑀𝒴 ~ 𝒰𝑀𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐿𝐿𝒜

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: yuji itadori + megumi fushiguro + noritoshi kamo + toge inumaki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, nothing else really 8’)

𝐚/𝐧: this is an 18+ account. DO NOT follow if you are a minor/don’t have an age indicator on your account. you are free to like sfw posts.

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

it’s a mistake to send you and yuji out in the rain together. you’re both equally as childish and it doesn’t matter if you take an umbrella with you, the two of you will always return completely drenched. the temptation to dance out in the rain together is just too strong. megumi always get exaggerated when you guys come back, clothes damp, because he knows he’ll have to take care of two sick idiots the needy day.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

megumi’s main concern is you catching a cold when you go out in the rain. normally keeping you too close would fluster him a little but he wants you to stay under the umbrella he bought. occasionally you try to slip away so you can stick out your tongue and catch a few rain drops, which earns you a scolding. “[y/n] you’ll get sick”. “aw c’mon ‘gumi. lighten up a little”.

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

noritoshi as the heir to the kamo clan tries to be a gentleman. he takes it upon himself to hold your umbrella for you when you have to go out in the rain. he doesn’t want to see you or the nice clothes he had gotten you get wet. so noritoshi urges you to stay under the umbrella whenever you start to stray away from him. “keep close. don’t want you to get soaked before we get home”.

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

the initial plan was for you and inumaki to stay under the umbrella during your walk but that changed rather quickly. seeing all the huge puddles was too much for the both of you. eventually inumaki and yourself give up, toss the umbrella aside, and jump in the nearest puddle together. panda and maki can only face palm themselves when you come back, legs soaked.

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 30 days

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Get to know me - I’m very close to 10k followers so thought I would do one of these so you’d be able to get to know me better. Feel free to add yours below too or to ask any other questions you’d like to know I’d love to answer 🥰

1 - I was born in Leicestershire England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

2 - I have just turned 24 years old 🎉

3 - my birthday is 1st March 🎂

4 - my favourite colour is purple, or a nice minty green 🎨

5 - my favourite day of the week is a Sunday🥰

6 - my favourite food is fajitas🌯

7 - my favourite drink by a mile is Dr Pepper I could drink litres of the stuff 🥤

8 - my favourite ice cream is mint chocolate chip 🍦

9 - when I was younger I wanted to be a midwife or a paramedic, but when I was seriously young like 3 I wanted to be a puddle 💧

10 - if I could live anywhere I’d probably live abroad but I’m happy where I am now 🏠

11 - I do, I have one older sister

12 - I have a 1 year old golden retriever called max 🐶

13 - in my free time I like to do makeup, nails and i like to swim 🏊

14 - My best friend is called Charlie 🥰

15 - my favourite subject at school was history 📕

16 - ooh, I have a few favourite movies depending on the genre, I love tangled and up but I love legend and the gentleman🍿🎬

17 - I don’t read 📖

18 - my favourite animal is a panda 🐼

19 - my favourite place is Dorset ☀️

20 - I don’t really have a favourite song 🎧

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sealhaus · 1 month

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All of my Kung fu panda ocs are fucking evil btw. (Except Akira)

This universe is asshole deficit, needs more little entities who only exist to experience and inflict trauma. Every horrid being gets dealt with so quickly that the living realm has a jackass deficiency.

Lang and Kyoko push children into puddles and shoplift when they aren’t busy committing war crimes.

#kung fu panda #my ocs

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nadjasworkshop · 2 months

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Nadja's NPC dialogue

I've seen some people doing this for their builders so here's Nadja. There are several extra lines because I feel some parts had to change at certain points of the story. It's very long.

Intro: "Hello. I’m Nadja, the new Builder. Seems like Sandrock is such a close-knit town… I may need some time to get used to it. See you around.”

Acquaintance:

Hey there. Need something done?

The Saloon is all the way down this str-Sorry, I thought… Is there anything you want?

Oh… don’t mind me.

No, really, don’t mind me. I’m trying to stay out of sight for a while.

Buddy:

They all must think I’m trying too hard to prove myself. Maybe there’s some truth to it but honestly I want to prevent Mi-an from getting burnt-out.

I wonder… why are they called Fireside Meetings if there’s no fire? Well, surely it gets heated up at times.

[At night] I shouldn’t stay up late at night but sometimes I enjoy being awake the moment the whole town falls silent and you can only hear the wind. It’s a bit scary. You know, the vastness of the desert.

[In summer] How do you turn off sweating??

I share many beliefs with the Church of Light. However, being right about some things doesn’t give anyone a foolproof insight on everything all the time. But hey, you never heard it from me.

Good Friend:

This town is made of layers of grief one on the top of the other, like Old World relics under the sand. Sometimes I’m afraid of getting to the bottom.

If I was granted a superpower, I’d wish for being able to see through people.

I find myself spending more and more time listening to old Mort. Somehow I want to share a bit of the weight he carries on his shoulders.

Of course I’d like to find someone to share my life with… I just don’t seem to get the hang of relationships. One day you feel butterflies in your stomach and then all of a sudden the butterflies grow teeth and start eating you from the inside.

[Extra, pre-Duvos] I didn't feel truly at home in Sandrock until everyone believed me when I was being framed. Now I’m ready to defend this town as if it was my own.

[Extra, post-Duvos] I’ve always feared living through a war. Now I understand: when the war comes upon, you're scared but you can't afford panicking.

[Extra, post-Greenification] I can’t help feeling kind of iffy about seeing Sandrock suddenly brimming with business again… But hey, you know me.

[Extra, post-marriage] If there's anything both Miguel and I learnt from this whole deal is to embrace uncertainty.

[Extra, post-marriage] I don't really expect anyone to understand. The last everyone has seen of Miguel was him framing me for his own crime and trying to shoot Logan, and it happened in minutes. No one knows the path to making amends we took together afterwards… well, apart of Burgess, bless his heart.

Sandstorm:

“Whatever we did to the desert, it’s surely getting back at us.”

“Dry rain… Kind of ironic if you think of it.”

Rain:

“I never thought I’d see a celebration out of a rainy day. It’s funny how we take natural resources for granted.”

“Back home I’d stay indoors and listen to the rain hit the window. Here, I feel like playing in a puddle. Am I reverse-aging?”

Player has a new haircut:

“You’ve cut your hair, right? At least you didn’t have to do it yourself. Pablo says I could never pay him enough to cut my hair short.”

Player has panda eyes:

“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping too. I tried an experimental remedy from Dr. Fang. It worked so well that I slept for three days straight. It was cool.”

Player cuts a tree in front of Nadja:

“Wait, you’re not supposed to do that here! There’s a reason wildlife conservation is no small matter in Sandrock.”

Player attacks Nadja with a weapon:

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“P-put that thing back, please. It’s dangerous.”

Birthday:

"My birthday is on the 14th of Autumn… What? No, I’ve never sent you an invitation for a birthday celebration in the Commerce Guild with an entrance price of 5000 gols! Who in their right mind…? Oh, wait. I get it. That would be my boss.”

Day of the Bright Sun:

“Even if this is supposed to be a celebration of kindness and hope, I’ve seen it bring the worst out of people… But maybe I’m being too harsh. Nothing wrong with a little festive bloodshed.”

Showdown at High Noon:

“Yay, let’s blow off some steam! Funny how good it feels compared to how terribly scary real fighting is.”

“Aw, sorry, I’ve already partnered up with Grace. Isnt’ she cool…? Eh, maybe we can pair up next year!”

Day of Memories:

“Once someone told me they had nightmares about seeing this celebration from the afterlife and there was no one to fly a lantern for them. I wanted to answer… So, nobody cried? Nobody suffered? You just left this world for an everlasting peace? How is that nightmarish?” Fortunately I was smarter than to speak my mind.

[Extra, post-reveal] “There are several kinds of mourning. Some of them aren’t caused by death.”

Tour de Rock:

“I’ve always been a bit afraid of high speed. Being in control of my surroundings is difficult enough under regular circumstances…”

Running of the Yakmel:

“Umm... I'm not sure if I got the tale right. Usually the ones who start the fight get away with it safe and sound, while all the poor simpletons who join in end up in a pile of corpses on the battlefield."

Winter Solstice:

”So far I’m loving the fireworks but I think I’ll head back home now. The end of the year gets me in the mood to reflect by myself.”

[Extra, post-Greenification] I’m happy to share the festivities with you, but… I’m needed somewhere else. I don't want anyone to spend this day alone.

Loved gifts:

[Highwind Fried Rice] ”Wait, this smell… Do you want to make me cry? Thank you so much, you can’t imagine how much this means to me.

[Eagle flute] Why, thank you! How did you know I could play the flute? Oops, don’t tell anyone... I wouldn’t mind you listening, though.

[Rosestone] These are lovely! I guess they’re a common sight for locals but for me… a rose naturally made out of stone? It's like a miracle. Thank you!

Liked gifts:

[Headwear and scarves] Thanks! I’ll try it on right away.

[Materials and building components] One can never have enough of these! Thank you.

I really appreciate this, thank you!

Neutral gifts:

Thanks. I guess I’ll find some use for it.

Disliked gifts:

Eh… not really my thing, sorry. Do you keep the receipt?

Hated gifts:

Wow, you're SO funny.

Oh come on...

Complimenting work:

I’m glad to be of service. In spite of my boss, I find it easier to make myself useful here than I would in a thriving environment.

Thank you! Maybe I should have gotten into building earlier in life?

[Extra, post-Greenification] Being part of the healing process of an entire region is more than I could have dreamt as an underachieving student. Thank you all for trusting me. I mean it.

Complimenting personality:

Thank you, really! Now I’m going to try my best not to dodge the compliment. It’s a bad habit of mine.

Aw, thanks. I know I’m not the life of the party but I hope I can make up for that… somehow.

Asked about her past:

I only left a few people behind when moving here, and I make an effort to keep contact even if I don’t really have anything to tell them. There’s this friend, Nia, who I’ve known since the day she was born. All cheerful and bubbly… The last person you’d imagine being friends with me. You see, she and her family lived next door and I saw her as the little sister I never had.

The final paper for my Art History degree was named “Art and propaganda: history of visual creation as a means for both the Free Cities and the Duvos empire to appeal to the public opinion”. I managed to make all sorts of people mad, but at least I got a decent grade.

Have you ever been in Highwind? I still miss it sometimes. It’s a great place… unless you want to make a living there. That's the catch.

Asked about work:

Ever since I was a kid, I loved mechanics: fixing appliances, building little gadgets… However, I always saw it as a hobby. My real passion was more on the academic side: Art, History, Literature. Gathering knowledge about how the world works… not in a practical way but on a human level. However, I ended up stuck in a loop of working part time to pay for my studies to get a better job to keep studying. In the end I got afraid of becoming a mere spectator for the rest of my life. Well, in fact I’m afraid of many things, but that’s part of the point. So I ventured to the Builder Academy and it turned out better than I expected.

I don’t think I’d be able to run a workshop in Highwind. The Academy environment was so competitive that I’ve had my fill of self-made go-getters. The silver lining would be having a better boss. Whoever they would be.

Asked what she likes to do:

I learnt to play the flute by myself. In fact I was just procrastinating on a mid-term paper and it kind of got out of hand.

Asked about her favorite things:

I’ve always enjoyed spending time on my own. Maybe it’s because I have trouble making friends. With you it’s fine, though.

A couple of weeks after I arrived here, Owen noticed I was missing home, so he brought me a dish of Highwind Fried Rice. I had never gotten so emotional over food before.

One of the best things of ruin diving is that I get to find little mundane Old World items. Not technology, just trinkets and small tokens of what people used to hold dear in their daily lives. Keeping them makes me feel like we’re bonding with each other through time.

Anything I can wrap my hair in always comes in handy with this weather.

#ESL woes: The Tone(TM) 🫠#mtas #mtas builder #mtas oc #my time at sandrock

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