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marlynnofmany · 2 months
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The Indignity that is Hiccups
I leaned against the broom and yawned, tired in more ways than one. The mess in the storage hold was going to take a while to clean. And just because the universe has ironic timing, I hiccupped while my mouth was wide open. It echoed off the metal walls. Luckily for me, none of my alien crewmates were there to hear it. 
Or so I thought. A bundle of tentacles and a curious squid face peered around the doorway. 
I sighed, hiccuping again. “Yes it’s me; no I’m not doing it on purpose.”
Mur eased into the room, stepping carefully around the snowdrifts of flour from where a storage crate had broken. “Why are you making that kind of noise on accident?” He was carrying a bundle of something wrapped up in one tentacle, but seemed more interested in conversation than in whatever that was.
“It’s called hiccups,” I said. “I suppose it’s too much to hope that other species have to deal with this to-o?” As much as I tried to get the sentence out smoothly, I was betrayed at the end.
“None that I know of. So what is it? Some kind of compulsion?”
“No, nothing like that.” I went back to sweeping with irritated strokes of the broom. “It’s a muscle spasm that’s never been fully explained. It usually goes away pretty quickly for me, but it’s annoying. Much like this flour.”
“I bet,” Mur said, looking around the room. He uncurled his tentacle. “I brought batteries for the big gravity wand.”
“Oh, Paint just went to get some! Thank you. She’ll be back soon.”
“Good,” Mur said, wiping at the flour dust that was already settling on him. “Ugh, this is unpleasant.”
“Sure i-is,” I hiccuped, followed by an exasperated noise. “At least I don’t get acid reflux with the hiccups. Small mercies.”
Mur asked, “Get what?” as Paint arrived, wielding the big gravity wand like a broadsword.
“Stand back! Oh, hi Mur. These batteries are only half charged, so I’m going to clean as fast as I can!” As short as she was, she looked like a scaly child waving a grownup weapon that she had no business using. Which wasn’t entirely wrong.
“I am standing ba-ack,” I announced, taking my broom to the doorway where the air was clearer.
Paint gave me a sideways look, finger hesitating over the power button.
I sighed and brushed flour dust off my sleeve. “It’s a stupid human thing.”
“Muscle spasms,” Mur put in helpfully. “Apparently sometimes they come with acid?”
“With what?” Paint demanded.
“Not like that,” I hurried to clarify. “Some people get stomach acid splashing up their throat, just enough to hurt.”
“That’s terrible,” Paint said, concern all over her scaly orange face. “What causes it?”
“No one’s really sure. My favorite theory is that it’s evolutionary history, our brains trying to breathe with gills, but—” I paused for another hiccup. “—Pretty sure that’s not actually it.”
“Wild,” Mur said. “Here, Paint; I brought fresh batteries.”
“Oh, thank you! No wonder I couldn’t find them.”
That would have been a great time for the hiccups to stop, while the conversation had moved on, but no such luck. I leaned against the door frame and tried to breathe evenly.
Paint juggled batteries, finally setting the gravity wand on the floor to swap them out properly. After another loud hiccup, she asked, “What makes the muscle spasms go away?”
“They usually do on their own,” I said. “Some people get them for a long time, but I’ve been pretty lu-ucky.”
“Sure,” Mur said, picking up the old batteries. “Lucky.”
Paint stood back up. “Nothing makes them calm down faster?”
“There are a few things,” I admitted. “Mostly stuff to distract the person from paying attention to them, really. Drink water from the far side of a cup, get startled by something, hold your breath a long time. I usually just take a lot of deep breaths, and they go aw-ay.” I grimaced. “Not today, apparently.”
Something hard closed around both shoulders and yanked me backward into the hallway, to where open mandibles hissed in my face, surrounded by shiny black exoskeleton and terrifying faceted eyes.
“Ahhh! Good gods, Trrili!” I stumbled upright, gasping for breath as she released me with far too much smugness.
“You arrrre welcome,” Trrili purred. “Wasss that enough of a ssstarrrtle, orrr ssshould I find a nice hiding placcce to jump out frrrom?”
“I’m good; thanks!” I said. My heart was beating dangerously fast, but the hiccups were long gone.
“Hm. Disappointing,” Trrili said, dropping the hiss. “Let me know if you require further medicinal terror.” Then she glided off down the hallway on many quiet bug legs.
I shuddered a little. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do that.”
Paint was wide-eyed, crouched to pick up the gravity wand where she’d dropped it. I’d dropped the broom too, and I hadn’t heard either of them fall. The batteries had fallen out again.
Paint asked, “Are you going to tell her next time you have those spasms?”
“Ha! No, I don’t think I will.”
“I might,” Mur said with a grin.
“Hey now,” I said sternly, bending to pick up the broom. “Don’t make me sweep flour on you.”
He laughed and danced out of range, and the three of us got back to work cleaning up with nary a hiccup.
I did sneeze at the dust, which started a whole other conversation, but at least they knew what those were.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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smplykiel · 10 months
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what was I made for?
watching the barbie movie w genshin characters!
kazuha, kaveh, xiao, wanderer x reader (separately)
warnings: a tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, crying, modern au, tooth-rotting fluff !!
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You've been anticipating the release of the latest Barbie film for days. Your excitement was as great as ever since you had already planned your pink-themed outfit days before the film's release.
If you were going to see the Barbie movie while feeling like a Barbie, you'd need your Ken, right? So you just had to invite your significant other to see the new movie with you!
Kazuha
Your well-thought-out pink-themed outfit was now slightly damp from the countless tears streaming down your tear-stained cheeks as the movie slowly came to an end. The saddening music playing in the background as you suppressed your cries.
Kazuha, on the other hand, was wiping your tears away. Warm hands cupped your wet cheeks as his thumbs gently wiped away your salty tears. His brows were knitted together in a frown as he watched you cry in his hands.
"Hey, it's okay. Everything is alright. That's what I'm made for, right? To be here for you always. So it's okay to cry. It's okay to let out all your bottled-up emotions. And when you do, I'll be by your side, okay, my love?" he whispered into your ear as he pulled you into a passionate embrace.
Your tears came to a still as you felt Kazuha pull away, your arms that were once wrapped around his shoulders loosening. You look at him with puffy and red eyes, but Kazuha couldn't care less. He leaned in again before pressing a soft, gentle kiss on the corner of your lips, making butterflies swarm your stomach almost immediately.
The scene made the other watchers admire the couple, feeling proud, while some felt envious and asked each other where they could find someone like your loving boyfriend.
As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel lucky to have a boyfriend like Kazuha.
Kaveh
You didn't know how you found yourself in this position—Kaveh sitting on your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck as he sobbed loudly, ignoring the fact you were in a completely public space.
"Kaveh..? What's wrong, baby-" Before you could finish your sentence, your sobbing lover suddenly pulled away from you before looking at you with glazed orbs. "If you EVER cry without telling me, I will literally cry! I swear with MY LIFE that I will never make you feel unloved! I'M ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU, OKAY Y/N?!" Kaveh rapidly said, a couple hiccups interrupting his words as tears continued flowing down his rosy cheeks.
A soft sigh left your lips before you cupped his tear-stained cheeks. Sure, some people would find your boyfriend embarrassing for yelling in the middle of the theater, but you couldn't care less about any of that right now; all that mattered was your lover, Kaveh.
You quickly wiped away his tears before pressing a quick peck on his slightly damp cheeks. "Okay, but don't scare me like that again. You're going to make me cry." You whispered soft, loving words into his ears as you pulled him into a hug, opting to rest your chin on the pads of your boyfriend's shoulder. All of your words were quickly interrupted again as he cried in your arms, his tears soaking your pink outfit.
Some people expected that you would be the one who should be crying in your boyfriend's arms, yet for you, you found it endearing and adorable as Kaveh cried in your arms like a big baby.
Xiao
Your brows were knitted together as you watched the end credits roll with a frown. Sure, the movie made you feel somewhat sad, as you related deeply to the story, but it wasn't so far that it made you cry.
You swiftly picked up your trash before standing up from your seat. Head turning to look at your boyfriend, Xiao, if he was ready to leave. His expression was... somewhat sad, yet confused. Maybe he related to the movie too.
"Xiao, let's go," you whispered before putting out your free hand, waiting for him to intertwine his with yours. When he did, you felt a bit more at ease. You didn't know why, but you just did.
As you were about to exit the theater of the mall, you could feel yourself slightly stumble back as your boyfriend was now a bit far from you, hands still holding onto each other.
"Xiao..?" Your silky hair fluttered as you whipped your head to face your boyfriend, only to see him staring holes into the floor, the tips of his ears slightly turning a tint of pink.
"I'll always be there for you if you need me... if you didn't know." he quietly said as his brows furrowed, his embarrassed eyes slowly glancing at you for a response. You could feel your heartbeat accelerate ever so slightly, the apples of your cheeks a light shade of red as your hand loosened its grip on Xiao's hand, making him puzzled at the loss of contact.
"Y/N..?" Before he could even process what was happening, he was quickly pulled into a warm hug, immediately melting in your arms as he wrapped his around your waist. "Thank you, love. I'll also be here for you always," you whispered into his now red ear. You slightly pull away from the hug before pressing a faint kiss on the tip of his nose, making his face flush red.
Before you broke the gears in his brain even more, you pulled away from the embrace before intertwining your hands together. "Let's go!" you said before turning away from him and dragging him to who knows where.
But he doesn't fail to catch the burning shade of red spread all over your ears, and he unconsciously smiles at this.
Wanderer
Your boyfriend didn't know what to do as you sobbed uncontrollably to yourself, eyes fixed on the TV screen as the ending credits rolled in.
What's he supposed to do? Does he need to tell you to stop crying? Yeah, no, he was sure that would just make your sobs even louder. Should he wipe away your tears and curse the people who made the movie? He sat there frozen and puzzled, his mind running millions of miles for ways to comfort you.
Out of nowhere, his body moved on its own before lifting you up from the sofa as he placed you on his lap, a protective arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand pressed your head onto his shoulder, letting you sob all you wanted. Though he doesn't let out a single word, as silence engulfed the both of you, only the sounds of your cries and hiccups remained, but either way, the both of you found the silence comforting.
Once he was sure your cries had come to a stop, he slightly pulled away, enough to see the aftermath of your tears plastered onto your face. His usual expression was nowhere to be seen and was replaced with a soft one.
He gently wipes away the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. His hand suddenly brushed the stray strands of your smooth hair that framed your face perfectly away before pressing a soft, yet somehow shy, kiss onto your forehead.
Your eyes don't miss the way his cheeks burn up ever so slightly and his ears turn bright red. Before you could say anything, he pulled away from your forehead and pushed you back onto his shoulder. You smile warmly at this.
Sure, your beloved lover isn't too good at comforting others through words of affirmation, but he's pretty capable of showing it through actions instead.
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A/N: HELLOOO i just watched barbie a few days ago and i legit cannot stop thinking about it. anw have some fluff before i start writing the pt. 2 of albedo angst! 😘
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trulyaiko · 2 years
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SOMETIMES THERE IS NO WHY.
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syponsis.  scaramouche and you were best friends for who knows how long, your platonic love for him becomes romantic as you spend more time with him. one day, you find scaramouche suddenly making plans with new friends of his and you’re not against it! but it takes a turn when some of his friends try to hook him up with someone. afraid to ruin your friendship with him, you don’t tell him and you distance yourself from him.
warnings for this chapter specifically. angst and more angst
word count. 1.0k
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as you sobbed endlessly, trying to wipe your tears even if you knew damn well more would just fall.
you looked at your state in the mirror. hair covering your face, tears sobbing and your body on the edge of falling down. what a horrible sight you thought.
as you started to calm yourself down, you could here voices coming to the washroom, you quickly fled to one of the cubicles, putting your hand to shush your hiccups.
did you hear one of our classmates a while ago? they were shouting at scaramouche! imagine having the audacity to do such a thing..
doesn't scaramouche have a girlfriend already?
he has a what now? their words were muted as you started to quietly sob again. though, you could hear the door shut. making you exit the cubicle.
you looked at yourself in the mirror once more. you wouldn't care, right? no. you've had a crush on scaramouche for who knows how long and now he suddenly has a girlfriend.?
you washed your face, trying to make sure no signs of the fact you cried was shown.
closing the door to the bathroom, your eyes met with another friend of yours, columbia.
"ah, y/n.. um, are you okay? you looked like you just cr-" "oh it's nothing! i.. gotta get to class now. see ya!" you ran to your classroom once more. trying to forget everything that had happened in the past hour.
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"class dismissed." your teacher spoke out loud as she left the classroom, leaving everyone packing up their backpacks since the next period was everyone's last.
while everyone was packing, you were just sitting in your chair. you couldn't even forget the events that happened in the bathroom.. and before that.
you would be lying if you were to say that you weren't jealous of whoever was scaramouche's girlfriend.
the worst part now was you knew he wasn't going to talk to you after what happened. both of you needed space anyway.
but was this really a good thing.?
it had to be. taking a break from the one you loved the most. taking a break from your childhood friend since diapers. taking a break from someone.. from someone who shattered your heart into pieces.
you wanted to cry again but it felt like you couldn't. as if all the tears you used were all used.
deciding to do the better option, you packed your backpack and went out of the classroom. not giving your friends a single glance. you could feel them staring at you but the feeling brushed down after a few seconds of walking.
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once you reached the gate of your school, you noticed scaramouche and his friends talking. you could pretty much hear them since one of them was insanely loud.
"oh c'mon scaramouche! live a little! just hook up with this girl.."
their words were muted as you started to feel a heartbreaking feeling in your chest again.
maybe the rumors were true, of scaramouche and his new 'girlfriend'. maybe you just weren't meant for each other. he looks so much happier with his new friends. for sake, he doesn't even look like the scaramouche you knew.
you just decided to run home. not noticing scaramouche's eyes glancing at you.
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once you arrived at the door of your home. you noticed scaramouche's mother, ei, at the door. talking to someone on the phone. you decided to go to her and have a chat.
"yes, indeed.. it is pretty tragic. i mean- hold on a second miko." ei spoke as she looked at you with surprised eyes. "ah! y/n, great to see you again. is it alright if i just finish this call?" you nodded at her response and just sat down at one of the chairs displayed outside.
you could hear ei saying her goodbyes to whoever she was talking to and inviting you inside. it also seemed that she wanted to have a chat..
she closed the door as you removed your shoes and placed your backpack on the floor. ei asked you to sit down on the table, and you did.
"y/n.. i've been wanting to talk to you about this." ei said in a concerning voice. "kuni- uhm, scaramouche. has he been different to you in any ways these past few days?"
you looked at her and slowly nodded. "yes, he has actually. he doesn't really keep his promises anymore.. nor does he schedule any of our weekly hangouts."
ei sighed as she put her hands on her lap. "he has new friends and i am proud of him for that but i have been noticing you both haven't been interacting as much as usual. did something happen?" she asked in a concerning voice.
"well.. yes. we had a fight earlier at school and i pretty much cried by whole heart out." you spoke as you felt your eyes getting blurry and wanting to cry again.
"is it alright if you tell me? i completely understand if you don't want to." ei said as she patted your shoulder.
you hesitated at first but took all the details from earlier and told her to ei. it somewhat felt like ei was such a good mother figure, you couldn't figure out why she and scaramouche didn't get along as much when he was younger.
"i knew that this day would somewhat come.." ei mumbled as she scratched her head.
"what do you mean mrs. raiden?" you looked at her with curious eyes.
"well, when both you and scaramouche met, i had a feeling that he would snap at you at one point. in this case, it was today." she sighed before continuing. "though, no need to worry. it is best for you both to take a break from each other. if you were to just want to interact with him more, it may make him snap at you again."
you understood her every detail. maybe taking a break was the best option. you bid goodbye to ei as you got your backpack and went to your home.
you laid down on the couch, looking at the picture frame of you and scaramouche as kids. you couldn't help but notice the small droplets of tears staining the frame.
maybe sometimes there is no why. it just happens suddenly.
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A/N. GUESS WHO GOT ACCEPTED BY THEIR CRUSH 😋😋😋😋😋 ME.
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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year
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A New Beginning #18: Family
Masterlist | AO3
Content: Break a dish trope (but he doesn't break anything), multiple caretakers, vampire whumpee, PTSD/trauma, recovery.
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Carlos knew he’d made a big mistake the moment he saw the mess he’d made on the kitchen floor. All he wanted was to make something nice for Adam’s sisters when they arrived, and now there was cake mixture all over the tiles and on his clothing. The clothing that wasn’t even his to begin with.
Even as Ryker came hurrying down the hallway to see what had made all the noise, Carlos simply stood there with his mouth agape and tears already welling in his shock-filled eyes. How could he have been so stupid? All this mess, just because he couldn’t walk on his own two feet without tripping. 
“Carlos?” the human called to him as he maneuvered his way around the mess. He reached out a hand the moment he was close enough and used it to bring Carlos back to reality with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder.  “Hey, what happened? Are you hurt?”
It took a moment for Carlos to fully register that someone had spoken to him. When he finally did, nothing but a strained noise would come out. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him, so horrified by what he’d done. 
“Hey, It’s all good, man. You’re okay. No one’s upset with you.”
“...but I’m upset with me,” the vampire eventually hiccuped. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned to hide his face against the human’s shoulder with a muffled sniffle, face burning with shame as he thought about how much effort it was going to take just to clean everything. How could he have been so silly?
“‘m so sorry.”
Ryker didn’t say anything for a moment, but Carlos could feel him wrapping his arms around his upper waist in a hug. He gladly leaned into him and sucked in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the sudden anxiety that was now looming over him. He just wanted to hide for the rest of the day, somewhere where he couldn’t embarrass himself further. 
“I know it looks like a big mess right now,” the human eventually whispered as hooked his chin on Carlos’ shoulder. “...but I promise it’s not gonna take more than a few minutes to clean up, okay? We’ll give the floor a quick mop and wipe everything down, and I’ll put the bowl through the dishwasher for you. No one but us will even know it happened.”
He made it sound so simple. Like it didn’t have to involve beatings and punishments and all the things he’d been forced to endure for mistakes such as this. The thought that maybe he didn’t was almost enough to cause some irritation, but he was quick to stamp it out before it could get any worse. That was not the person he wanted to be, if he was going to be one at all. 
“So, do we have a plan?” 
Carlos gave a tentative nod and forced a smile, contentedly shutting his eyes when Ryker reached up to ruffle his rapidly-growing hair. “Yes,” he answered quietly, resisting the urge to make a small noise when the human stepped away to grab the metal bowl off the floor. He wrapped his arms around himself and shuffled on his feet a little, glancing down at the floor. “Thank you, sir.” 
Between the two of them, it took them all of ten minutes to clean everything up. Ryker took to mopping the floor while Carlos wiped down the cabinets and changed out of his dirty clothes. His face was still red with embarrassment, but he felt better knowing that everything had been taken care of.
Ryker had even offered to help him remake the mixture, and it was as they were putting it in the oven that they heard the front door open, along with multiple sets of feet stepping inside. 
Instinctively, Carlos grabbed hold of Ryker’s hand and held it a little too tightly in his own as the two exited the kitchen to greet them. His chest tightened and suddenly all he wanted to do was hide all over again. 
That was until he noticed the red eyes of the shorter woman. Red eyes and the two pointed fangs that appeared each time she smiled. 
No wonder they came so late in the evening.
For a moment, all Carlos’ manners seemed to fly out the window as he stepped forward and examined her through big, curious eyes. “You’re like me,” he whispered. “You- you’re a vampire, too.” 
“Ah. You must be Carlos.” The vampire extended her hand with a warm smile as an invitation for a hand shake. “I’ve heard plenty about you.” 
“This is Danny,” Adam informed him, resting a hand on his back as he verbally instructed him on how to shake hands. Carlos felt so awkward, particularly as he watched Ryker embrace who had to be Morgan without an issue. “Sorry I never told you. I figured it’d be a nice surprise if you ever got to meet her.” 
Carlos shook his head, eyes flickering between Danny and Adam, and then to Ryker and Morgan. He was so happy to meet someone of his own kind after at least twenty years of living solely with humans. 
“Would you like a hug instead?” Danny offered, opening both her arms as an invitation to step into them. Without hesitation Carlos accepted it, wrapping his arms around her neck and squeezing her as tight as he could. He hated how much speaking became a struggle when he got overwhelmed. “It’s nice to finally meet you, darlin’.” 
Carlos quietly nodded against her shoulder, his voice slightly muffled as he spoke. “Yes, ma’am. It’s been so lo-ong since I got to meet another vampire. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
He was so happy. Not only was this a vampire, but she was a free vampire. Adam had said so himself, on the night his and Ryker’s friends came to visit. She was the very thing Carlos was trying so hard to adjust to. She was proof that it was possible. 
Truth be told, he could have stood there for a lot longer than he was able to. It was only when Adam gently rubbed his back that he reluctantly released Danny from his grip and turned to look at his human with a small, red-faced smile. 
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against the sleeve he was pressing up against his mouth, suddenly conscious of how intense he’d been. “‘m sorry, sir.” 
“Nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad it made you happy.” Adam reached up to ruffle his hair as he motioned towards the taller woman. She and Ryker were chatting amongst themselves, but they both looked up the moment they realised everyone had gone quiet. “This is Morgan.” 
The vampire tilted his head, frowning. “Are you…?” 
Morgan shook her head before he could get the rest of his sentence out. “Just a regular old human, unfortunately.” 
“Humans are wonderful, too,” Carlos was quick to assure her, and he truly believed it. “My humans are my best friends. I like the- the nice ones very much.” 
Much to his relief, she smiled. “That’s very kind of you. Sounds like the boys have been treating you very well, then, hm?” 
“Yes!” he nodded enthusiastically, glancing over at Ryker for some sort of reassurance that what he was saying was okay. From what he could make out, nothing was wrong. He even had a smile on his face. “I love being here very much. I get daily meals and my own bedroom to sleep in, like humans do!” 
Adam responded by giving him a gentle pat on the back. “You sure do, bud. Do you think you could help Morgan put her stuff by the bed?”
“Oh, no, I got it-” 
Before she could protest further, Carlos had obediently followed his instruction and easily lifted both her bag and the bedding she was holding into his arms. It weighed virtually nothing to him anymore, and he was happy to feel a difference now that he was getting better. It wouldn’t be long before he’d get to experience the full capacity of his strength as a vampire for the first time in his life.
He gave Morgan a warm smile to try and ease the guilty look on her face. “It’s okay, ma’am! I like being helpful.” 
“Well, thank you, Carlos.” 
Without looking back at her, Carlos beamed at the recognition, no matter how small. Thank you. Such simple words, and yet they meant so much to him. It always made him want to be even more helpful. 
“You’re welcome!”
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Carlos was extra careful in the kitchen for the rest of the evening. Ryker watched amusedly as he gingerly made his way towards the oven and pulled the cake out with an oven mitt on both hand as to not burn himself. Once it was set on the kitchen table, he let out the deep breath he’d been holding in and pulled the mitts off with his teeth to set them neatly beside the cooling rack. 
“Thank you for being so merciful about the mess I made, sir,” he whispered, purposely low enough that no one else could hear him confessing his accident out loud. He shuffled uncomfortably on his feet and took to fiddling with his fingers, glancing down at the ground to avoiding making eye contact with the human. “...and for helping me clean it up. I really am glad to be living here, with you and Adam and all these kind people that I get to spend time with.” 
Ryker tilted his head with a smile, reaching out to ruffle the vampire’s hair again. “We enjoy having you here, too. Danny’s very excited to spend some time with you over the weekend.” 
“Really?” 
The human nodded. “Yeah, for sure. I think everyone’s gonna have an early night tonight, but Adam would like to take Morgan shopping tomorrow, so you’ll get plenty of one-on-one time with Danny then. Did she tell you she’s been around for over three hundred years?”
He couldn’t help but laugh when Carlos’ eyes blew comically wide. “Really? A-are- are Adam and Morgan-” There was a small pause as he struggled to find the right words. “I’m so sorry if this sounds mean, but is Danny related to them? How- how can they be sisters and brothers?” 
“Not quite. I don’t think I’m the right person to talk to about the details, but she’s been a big part of their life since they were children. Not blood related, but still far better family than the people that were related to them.”
Carlos hummed, considering Ryker’s words for a moment. “Oh. I… I always thought family had to be related.” 
“Not really.” Ryker cleared his throat and leaned against the bench before lightly touching the top of the cake to test how ready it was. “Family is whoever you feel safest around. That’s the rule I’ve always gone by, anyway.” 
Once again, another few moments of consideration. 
“...Does that mean you and Adam are my family?” 
Ryker had to fight off the giddy grin that threatened to appear the moment he realised what Carlos meant. They’d been working so unbelievably hard to ensure that they were people Carlos could feel safe enough to confide in. It made him so happy to hear that it was working. 
“We’d be honoured to be a part of your family,” he eventually responded. “You’ve already been a part of mine for far longer than I think you realise. It’s only fair that we be a part of yours, hm?” 
The vampire smiled. “Yeah! Thank you, Ryker.” Then he hesitated, averting his eyes down to his feet once more before glancing back up again. Curiosity nearly had Ryker asking him what was wrong, but he managed to blurt out his thoughts before the question could come out. “I love you.” 
Ryker didn’t even try to suppress the grin on his face anymore. “I love you, too, man.”
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As far as Carlos could tell, everyone that ate it seemed to enjoy the cake. Danny didn’t, obviously, but between the three humans they were able to drain enough blood into two cups for the vampires to sip on, too. It wasn’t until the end that people praised him on its deliciousness, and his heart felt full as he took the empty plates back to the kitchen at the end of the night and stacked them in the dish washer for the next cycle. 
I love you, too, man. The words repeated themselves more times than he could count throughout the night. He was just so happy. His younger self would never in a million years believed that he’d eventually find himself with a family. A family that loved and cared for him, and let him care for them in a way that wasn’t expected or demanded. 
He wondered if that family would grow in time. If perhaps Charlie would become a part of his family, or Morgan and Danny. It was a nice thought, though if it remained the way it was in that very moment, he’d die a happy vampire.
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Occasus Solis
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Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader
Genre: Angst.
Warning: None.
Description: Ni-ki is your boyfriend since middle school, it all started when his friends started shipping and teasing the both and it turned out Ni-ki had a crush on you since day one. Until you both go into a university you have each other's back, until it's finally time to graduate, to plan for your lives. But it seems like God has different plans. You may not be the one he'll spend all the rest of his life with, but you're still the one whom his heart embraced up until he grows old and his hair as grey as your time.
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Word count: 785 words.
++This fic is originally a Ni-ki and Sunoo fanfic, but I noticed it never got quite the attention I hoped for, and it was also written in taglish, so no wonder nobody read it. So I made this!! Enjoy!!++
Occasus Solis - "sunset ˈsənˌset" in Latin.
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I watch you and admire you this close. I hear you gasping looking at the setting sun, and I mindlessly stare at your twinkling eyes of stars, I sometimes wonder, "How can someone be this lovely?" Then I realized, maybe because you are the sunshine, that's why I can't take my eyes off of you, but also pains my eyes whenever I look at you, and they'll eventually water.
"Riki my Love, why are you crying?" Your voice ring through my ears, but it never went away, it just keep on repeating, repeating the wonders of your voice.
"Nothing Love, just wondering things..." I answered you with my almost breaking voice, trying to swallow the lumps of my throat that were trying so hard to stop me from spitting my thoughts out, with my hot tears running down my face, you stare at me, dropping your smile, then when the sunset lights hit your face, it made me realize our time is too short. For all people to leave, why would he pick you?
"Love...you should go rest." Those words came out of my mouth like a whisper, holding the rest of my tears from falling, and holding myself from closing my eyes, scared that you might suddenly fade away, scared that you might leave anytime soon, scared that I won't be seeing those wonderful twinkly eyes of yours that a person would not stop from staring at till those eyes of them burn, and that specific person is those eyes that it's been staring at now. I wonder, what if it was me, the one who'll go away, you might have the same feelings I've been holding for these past few months, I shouldn't have gone home, I shouldn't have left you, I shouldn't have believed you when you told me that you'll be fine, but in the end, you're not.
"Love...maybe- " your sentence was cut off by those silent cries of yours that made my throat burn even further, then you close your eyes, open them once again and look at me with your smile that hides your eyes.
"Maybe God saw that it's not now, there must be a next time, maybe it's not the right time yet, maybe this is a second chance for us to start a new life...in another world, in another time, and maybe in another body. ..but hopefully, never another us, and maybe God picked me first, Love." You told me those words, with a smile but your tears are falling. I kinda blame the sunset for making it so perfect for goodbyes.
"Why-....why you-" My breath was cut off with hiccups, I have now been hiccuping, forcing my cracked-up voice to come out, preventing myself from breaking any further, but I've seen more than enough of you breaking every day, every day you got thinner, every day you got less energetic, and every day those days end, our time got even shorter.
"We can't predict the future, but predicting it won't help, you'll just have to let it flow for how it is, and we have nothing to do with it." Now you're whipping my tears away, while your own eyes gleam with the sunset lights and sparkly tears that are too beautiful to be the end.
"What if-...what if- if there is no next life? What if I can't find you? What if we're born at the wrong time? Y/n what if it's the last time I'll be with you?" The last question made me cry harder and louder, and I am now trying to catch my breath.
" Just wait, and if you can still love...then don't be afraid to try and love someone new, it'll not make me angry nor sad Riki... it'll make me happier, that maybe there is something that'll make you happy, whenever reincarnation is real or not try to be happy in this life, because we cannot predict the future, so be happy even without me." You told me that, and I can still remember how perfectly shone those orange-purplish hews of lights hit your bright eyes with crystal tears flown by it.
But now I can't even look at you laying down there, at once looking so peaceful, but I am dreadful, I am hollow, I'm nothing but a body that's moving. I can't even go to where you are, and by any day's close, you'll be buried down, and hopefully be in a place where you and I will meet again, waiting, and hopefully somewhere where the sun rises with you, Sunshine.
I hope to meet you again, when the time favours us, finally and hopefully, my Sunshine.
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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 8 months
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Crushed
Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 13. A (Trans!)Hiccup Left Berk AU. Technically set during RttE. Hiccup has been captured and the Dragon Riders attempt to free him. It doesn’t go as planned.
Warning: Near Drowning
Rating: Teen and Up
Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Astrid, Snotlout, Hookfang, Meatlug, Dagur, Ryker
Pairing: Minor Dagcup (mentioned)
Words: 2 393
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Prompt: Flood, Crushed
Whumpee: Hiccup
Author’s Notes: Just like I said, Day 13 for on the 15th. :) I had a lot of fun writing this one.
Enjoy!
@ailesswhumptober
XOXOX
Just a mere few months after defeating the Red Death for Berk, the Dragon Master and his Night Fury already needed the Dragon’s Riders to honor the deal that was made.
A new faction has shown its ugly face in the Barbaric Archipelago. Hiccup’s dragons have been disappearing, someone is stealing them for nefarious reasons.
It took some figuring out, but eventually, he and Toothless found out about the Hunters and engaged them in combat. Dagur was amongst them and he is still very, very salty about Berk’s alliance with dragons.
It was, after all, dragons who stole Berk’s heir and she’s still missing. Their fathers had almost arranged a marriage between them to strengthen the alliance between the Hooligans and the Berserkers in the face of the Dragon Scourge. Dagur had been very fond of the idea.
This wasn’t Hiccup’s only encounter with Dagur, who blames him for her disappearance, and he was very helpful to Ryker in taking him down.
Fortunately, unlike last time, he wasn’t alone.
Hiccup’s wrists are tied behind his back, Ryker has forced him to sit on a chair in the middle of this otherwise empty room. Besides the three of them and the chair, there’s only a chest and he’s suspicious of what might be in it.
He tests his restraints. They’re tight, the rope digging into his skin. They don’t leave much room to fight the two men before him. Ryker’s face is quite unreadable, but Dagur’s spews an entire rant of hateful words. He holds a knife, thumb rubbing across the sharp side of the blade.
“So,” the latter starts in a hiss. “Are you ready to talk?”
“That depends on what you’re about to say next,” Hiccup responds. Anxiety makes his heart race, but so far, he manages to keep a brave face. His wrists pull at their bonds.
“It’s not about what we have to say, it’s about what you have to say,” Dagur remarks. The blade cuts his thumb, but he doesn’t appear to notice.
“Like what you have to say about the location of the Dragon Eye,” finally, Ryker breaks his silence. Hiccup’s eyes narrow. Why do they think he would know anything about that?
“Tell us what you know. Quick.”
The ship rocks from a blast to its side. Hiccup, Ryker, and Dagur are all thrown to the floor, the first of the three still restrained. Though at least he loses the chair.
“No! Not this time!” A deranged scream leaves Dagur, a fist slamming on the ground. He was so close to finding out what this monster had done to his beloved.
Every single time the Dragon Master slips out of his grasp.
“I told you,” Hiccup states, face down on the ship’s floor. “I’m not alone anymore.”
The Gods know how much he and Toothless struggled, despite having countless dragons on their side.
Ryker snarls before he rises and rushes out of the room. This will be his introduction to the Dragon Riders and what an unpleasant surprise it will be for him.
Another blast rings out, but not to their ship. The sounds of battle wage above them.
Instead of following Ryker out, Dagur grabs Hiccup by his tunic, his armor already gone. They were about to interrogate him when his unexpected rescue party came from the skies.
“I’m not leaving here empty handed. You will tell me what happened to her!” he yells in his face. She vanishes and suddenly there’s this dragon conqueror about? That can’t be a coincidence.
“Nothing happ-” Hiccup is cut off when a forehead strikes him in the nose. His answer isn’t a new one, which is why Dagur won’t let him finish. He can’t fight back, his hands are tied behind his back.
“Tell me!”
“No!”
Another blast hits their ship, throwing them again.
“These stupid… You and I are not done yet! Stay here!” Dagur orders him before he leaves, choosing to take care of their Dragon Rider problem before he can get back to interrogating him in peace.
And also choosing to lock the door behind him.
Despite this, Hiccup breathes a sigh of relief. He can handle some rope and a locked door. It takes some struggling, but he’s flexible enough to get his roped hands in front of him again. It’s his first win of the day.
Until the next blast creates a hole in the ship right next to him, throwing him to the other side of the room. He hits it with force. Black dots his vision as unconsciousness wants to creep in, his body aches, and his ears ring.
Salty sea water floods into the room.
“Oh Gods,” he moans in pain, balled fists on his forehead.
The ship creaks dangerously and debris from the layer above him falls through the floor right on top of him. The air is knocked out of his lungs, his weak knee as well as a couple of ribs crack under the weight. It takes him much too long to find the ability to breathe again and when it does, it comes with a whole new wave of hurt. And he can barely get more than an ounce of air in his lungs. It feels like he’s slowly being suffocated.
He grunts, trying to move any of the debris off him, but not even the smaller pieces will move. It doesn’t help that he has barely any strength. The crushing feeling in his ribs and lungs isn’t just slowly stealing his life away, but his strength as well.
“Tooth… Toothless!” Wheezes leave him, but he can barely hear himself. “Bud!”
He tries again, still nothing. His lungs feel like they’re about to burst, the black spots in his vision return.
And then his hair feels wet. The ship is slanting as it takes on water, the room is quickly filling up and the sea is reaching for him.
“No… No…” In a wheezy panic, he tries once again to get free, but his energy is sapped quickly. He turns his head away from the flood, desperately gasping for air unattainable for him.
“Tooth… less!” If his heart beats any faster, it may cease to beat at all. He can feel both it and his lungs fight against his broken ribs and the weight on top of it all.
He’s barely breaching the surface at that point. The next gasp for air is met with a gulp of water, coughing it out does nothing but make him inhale more. His lungs burn. A last ditch attempt at freeing himself from this crushing weight on top of him does nothing.
The reality that he may very well die crashes onto him like a wild wave and his every instinct screams at him to preserve his life, but he’s trapped and completely helpless.
The room continues to fill up.
The locked door is blasted open.
As his vision darkens, Hiccup barely sees the hands reaching for him.
-XOXOX-
Hiccup claws himself back out of the depths of unconsciousness and finds that he can breathe. That he can breathe, that he is wet, freezing cold, and in terrible, terrible pain.
“Oh, I think he’s waking up!” Fishlegs’ voice vaguely registers in his brain. He’s the one holding him in their arms as they make their escape from the Hunter ships. They’ve found Hiccup, Toothless, and the dragons that were held captive down below. The battle itself was chaotic and violent, but somehow they managed to escape with all of their lives intact.
“How is he? Hiccup?!” From on top of Toothless’ back, Astrid tries to catch a glimpse of him. Snotlout and Hookfang try to do the same thing on Meatlug’s other side.
Hiccup’s eyes flutter open and closed, he’s not all there yet. Looking down at their friend, Fishlegs carefully adjusts his grip. Hiccup is still wheezing dangerously in his arms. They managed to pull him out of the water just in time- he was sputtering and coughing violently, vomiting on the way out- but it was obvious that he had been very close to drowning and they might still lose him because of it.
They urgently needed to get him back to Dragon’s Edge, his base of operations. It’s closer than Berk and will give them a chance to take a look at him properly. The heat of battle doesn’t give such luxuries.
“Hey Fishface, didn’t Astrid ask you a question?!” Snotlout shouts at him.
“He’s in a bad state, Astrid. A really bad state,” Fishlegs finally responds. Nevermind the near-drowning, they haven’t even the faintest idea of what his other injuries might be.
The dragons beneath them tense up, Meatlug whines sadly. Toothless does a good job of keeping a levelhead, but Astrid swears she can see the panic in his eyes.
“He’ll make it,” Astrid states, placing a comforting hand on the Night Fury’s head. Just months ago, he survived a battle with the biggest dragon in Berkian history and then the loss of a leg. This won’t kill him either.
Fishlegs looks back down at Hiccup, who’s once again knocked out cold in his arms. He hopes desperately that she’s right. They all do.
-XOXOX-
On Dragon’s Edge, Hiccup outright refused treatment of any kind.
It made for a startling twist of events, but in an effort to keep him from hurting himself trying to stay out of their reach, they respect his wishes.
“This is so stupid!” Snotlout hisses. “He could die without help!”
He had voted to just forgo Hiccup’s autonomy if it meant saving his life, but Astrid and Fishlegs disagreed.
“And he could die trying to fight us, our hands are tied, Snotlout,” Astrid hisses back. Any of those ribs could move out of place and puncture a lung.
All the Dragon Riders are forced to stand outside of their leader’s hut and hope that he changes his mind soon. Fishlegs is especially nervous. Hiccup had practically struggled out of his grip the second he was conscious enough to do it. He hates not being able to help him, he knows how unstable Hiccup’s condition is right now. Any second now, it could get even worse.
Inside the hut, Hiccup suffers as he tries to take care of his injuries himself.
His left knee didn’t break, but it did dislocate. And though it somehow got reset at the same time, it is still awfully swollen and completely useless. He can’t move around to find his medical supplies, Toothless has to grab them for him. Luckily, he doesn’t have to go very far.
In the meantime, Hiccup tries to remove his tunic while flat on his floor. If he wants to take a look at his wounds, he needs a better look at himself, which he can only do if he undresses. Which he can’t do. His ribs scream from the act of breathing, let alone from trying to get out of his tunic.
“Toothless… knife,” he wheezes and then suppresses a cough, a battle that he loses. He moans in pain and Toothless whimpers, licking his cheek. It’s agony for him to see his Rider in so much pain. He has never been this injured before.
“Can’t cry… can’t cry.” If he starts sobbing now, he won’t only be unable to stop, but it’ll be a nightmare on his aching body.
Toothless hands him a knife with his gums, which he takes. He brings the blade painstakingly to the bottom of his tunic, planning on cutting through the seams in an effort to make his tunic easier to move.
He tries to get through the first few stitches.
Then he tries again.
And again.
The strength needed is just too much.
Dropping the knife, Hiccup has been stripped of energy he didn’t even have in the first place. Toothless whines in distress, he can almost feel the pain he’s in.
He heads over to the door, planning on getting the other humans to help.
“Willow… bark,” Hiccup wheezes. Maybe if he has a nice tea made of willow bark, the pain will numb enough to allow him to treat himself.
Toothless purrs, then licks his forehead in reassurance before he pads over to the door, pulling on the lever to let the others in. Just as he hoped, the Berkian humans are still waiting on the other side. Their heads turn to him immediately and then look past him to see Hiccup lying on the floor, struggling to breathe properly.
They need no invitation to hurry inside. Fishlegs and Astrid are the first to drop to their knees at either side of him.
“No,” he wheezes. “I’m… fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Astrid argues softly and gently rolls him onto his back. It hurts him, but it needs to be done.
Next she grabs the hem of his tunic, wanting to pull it up to look at his chest, but he stops her by taking her hands. “No one… looks.”
“Look, we really don’t care that you’re scrawny,” Snotlout states.
“I don’t care… what you… think…” what my problem is,’ but he doesn’t get to say that. “No… looks… touch.”
“Hiccup, you’re killing yourself!” Fishlegs exclaims.
Toothless whines again, nuzzling his forehead. Apart from when Hiccup was about to lose his leg, they’ve never seen him like this.
“Willow,” is the single word he manages past his lips. He doesn’t need their help in treating his injuries, just in making it possible for him to treat himself.
“You know… it might not work?” Astrid says. “Are you really risking everything on the slight chance that willow bark infused tea will help numb your pain enough to help yourself?”
There’s trouble in his expression as he thinks it over, but he gives her no response.
Astrid is immediately frustrated. She wants to help, they all want to help. Hiccup has done more for Berk than they can ever repay and he won’t even let them take care of him when even his dragons are helpless.
The four of them stand outside the hut, desperate for their original trainer to make it.
Hiccup must be looking at their faces as well, because suddenly, and slowly, the hem of his tunic inches upwards. His hands are on his pectorals, where his tunic bunches up. He won’t go any further.
Deciding to tread lightly, Fishlegs gets to work.
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Something went wrong, what he didn’t know for sure. One minute Hawkeye had been running down a hallway with alarms screaming and lights flashing around him, the thumb drive clutched tightly in his hand. The question that could never seem to be answered among the unsavory citizens of Hell’ Kitchen once Fisk was put in prison with a lengthy sentence was, who took his place? Who was successfully running the criminal organization? By sheer happenstance of breaking into the building to steal the blueprints of whatever was being constructed beneath Midland Circle, Clint saw him. Heard his name being spoken and then watched as the man’s head spun as if on a damn swivel in his direction, shouting for him to be caught. Matt Murdock was Kingpin. But the knowledge was going to be the death of the archer if he didn’t get out.
Shouting and heavy footsteps followed behind him, Clint kept his focus forward at the end of the hallway that led to the elevators, stairwell, and large set of windows, where he planned to make his exit. Dread set in as the elevator doors opened and Murdock stepped out with his red tipped cane in hand with a shilling smirk curling his lips, smoothly pulling out a katana that had been sheathed inside the cane. The archer slid to a stop, thumb drive in one hand and bow in the other, glancing over his shoulder at Kingpin’s men quickly gaining ground then back to Matt. He was trapped...
The floor opened up beneath his feet and suddenly Clint was free falling, watching the hole he had fallen through close back up before he was swallowed up by darkness then spit out again, landing hard on his back with a loud groan to find himself staring up at the night sky and his bow landing next to him. Catching his breath, he pushed himself to his feet to take in his surroundings and to his surprise he was still in New York City but not in the section he had seconds before.
Having landed on a rooftop, the skyscraper he was being chased through was now a glowing silhouette on the horizon and also on the skyline, what should have been Avenger’s Tower was missing the infamous A. “What the hell is going on?!” Mumbling to himself in disbelief, he picked up his bow and pocketed the thumb drive for now, the gravel of the roof crunching softly beneath his boots. It didn’t make sense. He had been at the Tower a few hours ago and it would have been impossible for him to have missed the amount of destruction it would have taken to remove the insignia in such a short amount of time.
This had to be Kingpin’s doing. A desperate attempt to save his secret from getting out.
A heavy sigh to punctuate his decision to return to the Tower, in hopes someone there might know what was going on. Most likely, Bruce and Tony. They always seemed to have an answer for everything. Natasha was probably worried and had a tongue lashing waiting just for him. He glanced around him quickly to ensure he had everything before turning towards the top of the fire escape on the far side of the roof and started for it in long strides.
From the top of the gooseneck ladder climbed a shadowed man, the sight stopping Clint in his tracks as his gaze narrowed on him. The man was dressed in all black with matching mask covering the top half of his face, recognizing him instantly as one of the Kingpin’s assassins, having fought him before on more than one occasion. In a heartbeat, an arrow was drawn and nocked to draw the string back and anchor, all down in one smooth movement.
“Don’t move, you piece of shit!” Barton shouted, the tip of his arrow aimed at the man’s heart. “I swear to god, if you consider as much as hiccuping, I will pin your heart to your spine.”
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[— By the way, how has your husband taken the news that you are married to another man?] //Kolra
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"Oh he already wasn't pleased that I left with our twins after they were out of the pod. So he wasn't happy that I basically replaced him with you who is not only much better to me, but more importantly a better father figure for my sons."
She does care for the demonic saiyan, seeing past the hiccup that happned when someone tried to snatch Lucy. Though after her ex she was bound to find someone better then that man anyways, or she would just stay single and deal with that month another way. There were many parents who raised their children alone and her sons weren't the world's biggest handful once they stopped teething, Daiko was the more rambunctious while Ruco had the occasional chaotic strike, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Her children were more important the a deadbeat who couldn't be bothered to see their little eyes open. Something which she can understand when she and Kefla eventually have kids, he is a soldier, a captain no less of she knew her stripes well enough. He was someone important so it wasn't like he could suddenly drop everything and come to the hospital to witness the birth and see their children take their first breaths, she would be satisfied knowing that he at least tried.
"So yes, he was definitely pissed off to learn that i had married another man. I could see his eye twitch with annoyance and it made me think he had some plan to try and woo me back to his side. But he has proven multiple times that he can't be an adequate partner and I pity the next woman he may ensnare with his trickery."
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How frequently are you inclined to read, and how much? Pretty often but it's just never novels, or anything fiction really. I try to get an article or essay in at least once a week since it's only through reading that I get to pick up new styles or vocab for my own writing.
When was the last time you questioned the direction your life was taking? I'm kind of going through that since I have been feeling caught in the middle in my job for a while now. My promotions have all happened at such a rapid pace and a part of me wants to appreciate all these opportunities and of course all the raises lol; but on the other hand I am also extremely well-aware of my objective incapabilities of being a leader, and now that I've technically made my way to the top I can't help but think 1) someone else would be a much better fit in this role I'm in, and 2) if there are other jobs out there where I can go back to being a follower.
I guess this is 25?
What small things have the ability to get under your skin? When people are slow, and it applies to just about everything. Drivers who take too long to change lanes, people who choose what to order while it's their turn instead of staying at the side to pick, when I'm part of a bigger group and they want to take a group photo and for some reason the blocking/formation takes forever to arrange... all these things really drain my battery for patience I'm afraid, lol.
When was the last time you were caused to be upset with someone? I was just the teeniest tiniest wee bit upset with my cousin last night for using my car outside of the main reason I lent my car to him in the first place. Long story short, he drove it for errands when my car suddenly went through a hiccup and wouldn't start and he called us in a panic because now he was stuck in front of a drugstore on Christmas eve with a car that won't start. It made my family have to adjust and slightly delay our dinner plans since we had to drive to him and jumpstart the car. It was honestly a hassle lol, especially on Christmas eve, but at the end of the day I still mostly felt bad for him since it must've been scary being stuck at the highway with a hiccup-y car that wasn't even his.
What is something small that has the ability to cure a bad mood? When I check on my dogs for comfort during said bad mood and they immediately hand over their toys to play fetch.
What beverage is best capable of quenching your thirst? Cold water.
What was the last big change through which you went? Do you deal well with change, typically? Have you always? The last big change(s): A massive work promotion, my two superiors simultaneously resigning, and the onboarding of a new business director under my unit (aka my new superior) who happens to have no prior knowledge or experience of PR.
The adjustments have been heavy and real and I'm going through the difficult process of accepting the fact that at this point I'll have to hand-hold both my teammates and the new superior. It's like playing a human tug of war and I'm the rope, haha.
No, I typically don't deal well with change. I like having structure and while I have learned to professionally adjust to PR being a change-heavy line of work, I still ultimately find comfort in routine. That's why Bea and Trina resigning has pretty much shaken my world and I'm still struggling to keep my head above water.
How do you feel after spending a great quantity of time online? I feel a bit inadequate, almost pathetic lol. When I reach that point I automatically put my phone down, leave it in my room, then find something else to do for a few hours.
What do you consider to be the biggest drawback to being you? Just the fact that I feel like the sun is setting with my time in my current company, but at the same time I also still don't really know where to head next. Feeling directionless in that regard has been more frustrating than I ever thought it would be.
What do you consider the best part of being who you are? I'm resilient, and, apparently, capable.
What kinds of things do you have on display in your room? I had my room completely remodeled a year ago so that it allows me to display all my BTS merch. Right now though we're right smack in the middle of the holidays, so I currently have a ton of paper bags with gifts that I'm not quite sure how to display around my room yet.
What do you think your room and its contents say about you, if anything? It says I am a K-pop fan who is willing to spend money on anything and everything related to her favorite group.
When was the last time you felt insecure about something/some situation? Currently.
Do you ever stop to contemplate infinity? Sure. Mostly about the universe – how big it can possibly be, how many other planets are out there, how many other livable planets are out there, who else in this giant ass map is living in this timeline, etc.
Are you comfortable amongst nature, or does the wilderness discomfort you? It depends, but I'm in the belief that if there's even just one thing that bugs me about nature then I don't really get to say that I'm comfortable in it – if that makes sense? Hahaha. That said there are a couple of things that I don't really like, like the mosquitoes, the no electricity and spotty cell signal... being in nature is great as a staycation, but I don't think I can live in it altogether.
When was the last time someone or something caught you off guard? Last night. The priest's Christmas homily was SO short I was dying trying not to laugh when I realized he was done within like 4 minutes and the commentator was already signaling for us to stand up so we can proceed to the next part of the service. I felt like the grand winner of the night HAHAHAHA
How much time do you put into maintaining your appearance and hygiene? Continued from last night. It's definitely less than average in that I'm not interested in makeup, use skincare stuff, or book appointments for my nails or whatever. But I also certainly don't neglect myself – it's just that I prefer really only going with the bare essentials; like when I go out I make sure my hair is tied properly or that my outfit's colors match and such.
Are there any foods you eat daily? Or wish you could? Rice.
When was the last time someone new entered your life? What was your first impression of that individual? My cousin's boyfriend. He's very friendly and we were able to bond pretty quickly because apparently he works in the ASC. Makes a mean gin and juice tower too.
Do you put much thought into your handwriting? I guess so. If I'm writing something and am not happy with how my penmanship turned out, I usually wouldn't hesitate to give it a second attempt (or third, or fourth...) until I'm finally satisfied.
What are some of the top priorities in your life right now? Getting settled in my new role, especially now that Bea has legit legit resigned and will be stepping out effective January 1st. And figuring out where to go next career-wise because I don't plan on staying long in said new role.
In general, how do you feel about romantic relationships? I wish it could be more normalized that it's not always for everyone. People my age get so bugged when they get asked when they plan on getting married or having kids, but they should also realize that they also get as intrusive when they ask me why I'm not dating or why I don't like dating or being in a relationship.
Which emotional sensation inconveniences or bothers you the most? Probably the anxiety/restlessness I get when I send an urgent message and the other person takes forever to respond. When that happens I put my phone away first and try to distract myself by doing something else – and while it mildly helps, it also doesn't completely take out the anxiety until they reply.
Are you capable of consoling others in their grief? No, and I'm not the type of person to actively console someone in grief because you never really know what they need at the moment; and from my own experiences, people usually want to be left alone. For the most part I leave a message for them and kinda just be on standby in case they want to talk.
Do you ever find it awkward to compliment another being? No, I quite like giving compliments. It's me who isn't so big on receiving them because I never know how to react, lol.
When was the last time you had a new experience? What was it? Last week at our Christmas party when I was a runner-up for best costume and had to do a runway pose thing because it was how they were going to determine the winner. I'm a selective extrovert, and performing in front of an audience beyond public speaking is NOT a comfortable situation for me haha. That said I bombed it on purpose so they can pick a winner and I can get out of the stage ASAP.
Do you dress more for yourself, or to the expectations of others? I wear what I like but I also make sure it's presentable for everyone else.
What kinds of things tend to stress you out? They're all work-related things. Outside of that, I guess unexpected emergencies? I don't exactly deal with them well; like if my car suddenly won't start I will 100% panic and call for someone to ask if they can come for me.
What is one way you cope when you feel like crap? YouTube YouTube YouTube all the way.
Name an insult you regularly receive, if there is one? Fortunately I am not insulted on the regular, at least not anymore.
Name a site that takes up a lot of your time Reddit.
What is something you used to believe about life that you no longer do? That I can keep throwing myself into work until the day I retire and easily ignore the stress because as long as I'm earning money I will be happy. That was me in college and it's the most naive I've been.
What is a lesson you have recently learned? Book Christmas Eve delivery reservations in advance.
Do you have a tendency to look on the morbid side of life? Eh, sometimes.
When was the last time you went shopping? What did you buy? I went on a final gift shopping run the day before Christmas Eve for my aunt who went home as a surprise + Angela's parents. For my aunt I got her a handful of silver earrings, then for Anj's parents I bought a bunch of nuts because apparently they're obsessed with them these days hahaha.
When you shop for clothing, how long does it take you? Give me an hour at most, especially if I had nothing specifically planned to get.
What is something fun you have done within the past week? Bonded with my cousins from my dad's side for the first time.
What is something you hope you never have to do again? Be a finalist for costume contests and have to pose and do bits for the audience.
How does the rain affect your mood, if it does? It relaxes me.
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Magix Ultra
Chapter 21
It took a few days of planning before the Winx departed for Aeros. Chiara knew she had to do it someday but no matter what she didn't feel ready. Her old home didn't feel like home anymore. Not since that day.
After checking into their lodging, the Winx spared no time and went down to the van they rented that was waiting outside. Originally Stella wanted to be the driver but due to past events,Chiara and Bloom pulled her off of the driver's seat and let Aisha take over.
Which was a good call too since Stella would've been distracted by all the fashion pieces put on the display by the many boutiques in the city. Chiara could only smile at her antics as Musa scolded her to focus on the task at hand.
"So Chiara...you got a crush on an alien." Aisha suddenly said from the driver's seat. Which made said fairy choke on air.
Oh no.
"Wha-Uh-Umm I-I don't have a crush on Zero!" Chiara denied. Upon seeing Aisha's smirk from the rearview mirror, she immediately realised her hiccup.
"Funny,I didn't say anything about this Zero guy."
Chiara suddenly felt a sense of deja vu coming on. It didn't help that all the attention was on her now. Not wanting to restart the cycle of denial,she decided to mind as well just come clean.
"...Yes, I have a massive crush on him."
A silence followed before it was broken by Stella's ear piercing squeal which made Aisha almost swivel off the road.
"Stella!"
"Sorry! I'm just happy that she finally has a boyfriend!"
"Okay first, he is not my boyfriend. And second, yes I like him but I don't if he likes me. Third, my first boyfriend was... you know, him." They all knew that him referred to a certain blue bird vigilante. The universe of the Young Justice League wasn't something Chiara liked to talk about.
"Yeah well,first love isn't everything. What matters is how you feel now." Bloom advised.
How she felt now? After more than one near death experiences, Chiara was more than confident of how she felt for the ultra.
"While you're right on that one, how about you poke at my none existent love life after we finish this." Now she did have a point.
The place that they were headed to was about two hours away from where they left. Normally, magical transportation pads are used to get around from one place to another. But the pad at that place had been destroyed during that day.
Since dealing with the aftermath of that day was hard enough for her Chiara, being the only who could decide what to do next about that place, kept putting off making plans of what to do. Which is why the pad there had never been repaired up to this day.
Abandoning it felt wrong and horrible. Yet there was always something holding her back from not only getting the job done, but finally starting it. Be it a mission or most of the time, herself. Which she now realizes is coming back to bite her since they'll sure be having a hard time finding anything under all the rubble. _________________________________________
"Dont give up so easily!...."
"The thing with liking someone is...It might hurt a lot."
"But...it makes you happy just being near the person you like."
"Meeting someone like that is amazing!"
"So... you can't leave them..."
"No matter what happens!"
"If you really like that girl,then go and see her now!"
"Standing around here and doing nothing won't get you anywhere!...."
Those were the words said,or more like yelled, by Geed's human friend amd AIB agent from earth, Moa. The words of wisdom came when a monster was throwing a tantrum just because the girl he likes was being distant. Back then,Zero thought the situation itself was ridiculous.
But now he can see that it's coming back to bite him. If a monster could man up and admit his feelings then why couldn't he? The words Chiara uttered before vanishing kept playing in his mind.
"...I like you!..."
The feeling was mutual. She liked him back. According to Zett and the rest of the new generation, she has for a while now.
"You found anything Hikari?" Zero asked as he stepped into the Chief Scientist's lab. Earlier on, Hikari had done some tests on Zero's Ultimate Bracelet at the ultra's request. This was because right before she vanished, Chiara did something to it. Since then, it kept pulsing with her familiar energy so much that it was hard to ignore.
Did she cast some sort of protection spell? Or did it now hold the answers to finding her? Wherever she may be.
Unfortunately, Hikari had no definitive answer other then it being Chiara's magic. And he could only get a proper reading on magic using a piece of tech that he helped her develop. Hikari did most of the building whereas Chiara incorporated magic into it thanks to what she learned from her friend Tecna, a literal fairy of technology.
Using regular tech would only give them scrambled up results when used on magic. So, Chiara proposed on making a device that was compatible with magic. With it, they're now able to achieve clearer and more informative results using the tech they made. Although it didn't it help much with finding the fairy, it was still useful for their current problem. Which was the threat of Armadus looming over them.
Nera had been making herself known across the galaxy by taking lives and spreading Armadus's name. She kept marvelling on the fact that even though the first time was a failure, her darling will rise again. Within a short span of time, Armadus became a threat that was the same level as Belial.
All of a sudden, alarms were going of in the lab.The systems that the device was connected to showed warnings and high distress levels.
"What? What's going on?" Zero questioned, his voice nearly drowned in all the siren noises that were blaring. He followed Hikari's line of sight to two enlarged holo screens. One showed the outside of the M78 planet, seemingly empty with a few meteors passing by.
The other holo screen however had a big circle which symbolizes the planet. But on the left side of it were dozens of red dots slowly coming near it. Realizing what was happening,Hikari gravely uttered,
"It's an ambush!" _________________________________________
"You ready?"
Chiara nodded and with that, they made their way onto the grounds of her old family estate. The lush greenery and colourful flowers that once greeted guests were now withered and dried up. Small and large cracks covered the pavement of the walkway.Each step she took felt heavy. Chiara could hear echoes of her childhood all along their walk.
It took a while until they finally reached the threshold of the manor. Or rather, the ruins of it. They didn't know where or how to start. It seemed like even the slightest touch would cause more damage.
But Chiara knew this place well. Since going inside seemed very unlikely, they could start with other areas first. And there was one spot Chiara felt drawn to the most.
"Alright girls, we shou-" turning back Chiara found herself alone.
"Girls? Stella? Bloom? Tecna?" She called out to them. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. That's when she realised that the ruins they stood at just moments ago was no more.
In its place was an open field of green grass and colourful flowers. The eerie atmosphere was replaced with one that felt calm and lively.
Suddenly, a female figure passed right beside her. Her silver hair, longer than Chiara's, and flowing white dress momentarily covered her line of sight.
"Dear!" Said the woman as she approached a man in black robes. He too had long jet black hair. But not as long as the woman's. Hearing her voice, the man turned around. Chiara caught sight of his tense amber eyes that immediately softened once he laid eyes on the woman.
His small frown curved up into a gentle smile as he opened his arms to embrace the woman in white.
"I've missed you,Armadus..."
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Keep Watching. 23
Ch22 Ao3 FFnet
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As Kacchan went off to start his match, I happened to catch Uraraka sticking her tongue at him. What was that about? After that interaction, Uraraka was talking with Asui. I then tried to write down my observation of Todoroki's quirk quickly in my notebook. Before I could turn my attention to the viewing monitors for the next match.
As I watched Kacchan's match begin, I took note of how he was using Sero's tape quirk. Leave it to Kacchan to be creative with whatever situation he's in. I took that moment to write down not only how he used the tape but I also wrote a few side notes about Sero. I wonder what his tape was made of and how long the sticky lasts. Maybe this match would answer a few of these questions I had. And hopefully, I could ask him after the match. Then again, would Kacchan tell me what he noticed about Sero's quirk?
I also couldn't help but admire how Kacchan moved through the enclosed hallways of the building. It was incredible to see him move so easily. At that, he didn't even use his quirk to run. And when he was on the same floor as Ida and Ashido, he avoided them effortlessly. Every motion flows into the other. There was no snag or hiccup as he ran from one staircase to the other.
I could watch this all day. It's just like when I watched Kacchan parkour at the playground. When he effortlessly went from the mountain climbing wall and swung into the monkey bars. I missed those days of just watching Kacchan showing me all these cool moves he has been practicing. Even more so when he was stronger than most kids our age. He's so smart and strong and such a joy to look at. It's thanks to him I picked up parkour so I don't miss a moment of his greatness.
Watching Kacchan now had me speechless. Compared to many new heroes that had been popping up, he can easily rival many of them as he is now. But I know Kacchan can only improve from here. And I'm grateful I get to continue watching him up close. Now that I think about it, maybe my moves during my match were a bit sloppy. Would I ever be able to catch up to Kacchan in my current state? How can I make my moves flow as easily as him? Will the gym help with that?
"What are you writing?" I looked over to my right and saw that Uraraka was there. At that, she was a little too close. But for some reason, I wasn't feeling uncomfortable this time. How strange. I then looked at my notebook and panicked. It was still on Kacchan. So, I quickly turn the pages about Sero's quirk.
"Just writing about what I have been noticing during matches." I hope Uraraka didn't notice. Telling from her face I wasn't too sure. "Do you agree with All Might's thoughts on our match?" Maybe if I changed the topic, she wouldn't say anything about my notes.
"I still don't get why he talked about how I should have planned things better with my traps. Going on and on. But funny enough, it just sounded like an old man was talking about the old days. So, I may have zoned out."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Same. He did draw it out too long and didn't get to the point. At least Aizawa cleared things up. As great as All Might is, his old age was showing there." At that, we both laughed. It was nice to talk with someone instead of just myself.
We soon were sharing funny videos of our favorite VTubers. That was until I felt something violently turned me around. To my shock, it was Kacchan. "Did you tell the extras it was my birthday?" Oh. No wonder Kacchan seems angry. He hated when other people knew about his birthday. Especially what happened in 5th grade with our new teacher. She threw a surprise party for Kacchan, and it didn't end well. "Answer me, nerd!"
I suddenly remembered where I was. I tried to get Kacchan off, but it was no use. He just was too strong. "I didn't say anything, Kacchan. I swear."
"Don't lie to me." I braced myself when I saw him raise his hand. But he was quickly pulled back by Kirishima. "Deku!"
What should I do in this situation? How can I make Kacchan believe that I didn't say anything? At that, it wasn't fair to everyone else to see him like this. He looks so hurt about this. No! I don't like it when he's hurt. I then recalled how I told him I wasn't going to be a pushover anymore. Maybe this is a good chance to follow up on that promise. Keeping calm, I walked over to him. "I didn't tell anyone anything. I know how you feel about your birthday. So, why would I do something so stupid behind your back?"
He got away from Kirishima and stood over me. But I didn't back down. I'm not afraid anymore. In fact, I was kind of upset that he would accuse me of something. Especially when he should know I would never do anything he didn't like. "If you didn't tell anyone, then how do the idiots know?"
I tried to push him away since he was a little too close. To my surprise, I was able to. As I made sure we could clearly see each other in the eyes, I stood my ground as I spoke. "How about you ask them!" That's when he tried to punch me, and to my surprise, I caught his fist. At that, I couldn't help but notice that Kacchan was shaking. But none of that matters. Because now I just had it was Kacchan's outburst on something I didn't do. "Back down."
It was still surprising to witness Kacchan actually back down when I told him. The way his eyes shook while trying to look away was not missed. While he went over to Kirishima and Ashido, I happened to notice how Kacchan's shoulders flew. Did I hurt him? But it couldn't be helped. His outburst was uncalled for. If he is going to accuse me of something, he needs to have his facts right. At that, it somewhat felt nice to put Kacchan in his place. Like a strange type of rush.
As much as I was enjoying this weird rush, I wondered what caused it. Was it the fact I stood up to Kacchan? Or the fact he actually listened to me when I told him to back down? Maybe it was both. But I also didn't like the fact that I had to be mad and hurt Kacchan. I wonder if there's another way to feel this rush again without hurting Kacchan.
At the end of the day, I saw how everyone was talking to each other. I wonder what that was about. But I didn't pay much mind to it as I tried to finish packing my book bag. I even made sure to leave a note on my phone to finish filling out the paperwork. Then I quickly texted Sydney to see if there was anything I should look forward to on Friday. "Hey, Deku."
I looked up to Uraraka. "What's up, Uraraka?"
She held out her phone. "We just finished making a class group chat. Want to join?" I couldn't help but smile as I added my number to the group chat. Let alone exchange numbers with Uraraka. "Maybe we could hang out this weekend."
If what Sydney told me yesterday is anything to go by, I might not be free this weekend. "Not this weekend. But maybe next time." I happened to see her frown for a second before she smiled again.
"Sure thing." With that, I left class and saw that Kacchan had already made it to the shoe locker. I tried my best to get past him to my locker, but I couldn't move. I felt frozen in place as I looked at him. Something about the way he currently looked had me just staring. But I quickly snapped out of it as I went to change into my sneakers.
On the way home, it was quiet between us. Thoughts about our earlier interaction played through my head. Was Kacchan angry at me for standing up to him? Or was he still angry thinking I told people about his birthday? But when I looked at Kacchan, he didn't seem angry. He seemed like he was in deep thought. I wonder what about.
While we walked from the station home, I couldn't help but stare at Kacchan's back. My thoughts ran through with his match today. With how amazing he was. Besides filling out the gym paperwork, I have a lot to write about in my hero notebook. Especially about what I learned about our classmates. But I was even more excited to add to the binder I had just about Kacchan. Maybe I could cross analysis some of the things I wrote back in 6th grade. Today's moves seem similar to some of his 6th-grade parkour moves.
"Spill it, nerd." I looked up at Kacchan in surprise. Did I do something wrong? Why was he upset? Was he upset about earlier? Or maybe… maybe he's upset I didn't get him anything for his birthday this year.
Before I could say anything, he got up in my face and made me look at him. Should I stop him from doing this? It's not like I mind it. Just that sometimes it would be nice if he wasn't so forceful when doing so. I looked at him as I tried to stay calm. "I'm sorry."
"For?" At that, I looked at him, and he seemed confused. But he did back away a bit. I let out a deep sigh as I straighten my back. No point in trying to seem small when it comes to him. That part of me is no longer needed. If I'm supposed to be a hero, I eventually have to learn to stand strong. So, why not start now?
I stared at Kacchan and kept my head high as I spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't get you a gift this year." There. I said it. Maybe now he wouldn't look so upset. But to my surprise, Kacchan shook for a moment as a smile tried to show itself. Yet that quickly stopped as he turned his head away from me. He then blinked as he looked back at me. Not to mention looking as if he was angry. So I was right. He was upset about not getting a present this year.
"Well, you better not do that again." There it was. I was right, but I'm glad he forgave me.
I couldn't help but smile as I relaxed a bit. "I promise, Kacchan. Is there any way I could make it up to you right now?" The way a pink shade crossed over Kacchan's cheeks was a sight. Especially with how that pink followed to his ears. He looked away from me. Which is then I noticed he kept making fists and releasing them. I wonder what he was thinking that had him reacting this way. It didn't help the fact I had the strangest urge to poke his nose. But I had to control myself.
"Just this once, I will allow you to give me birthday punches." I was taken aback by Kacchan's response. Only Kato and Saito ever gave him birthday punches. What if I hurt Kacchan with my punches? Then again, I wasn't sure how hard I could punch without OFA. Maybe this was a bad idea. I should ask to make sure.
"Are you sure about this?" Kacchan looked back at me. It was then I felt my face start to burn up. I had never seen him have that kind of face. From the way he seemed to have a slight pout and his cheeks puffed up. Sure, he seemed somewhat angry. But this was nothing like his typical angry face. In fact, it was much cuter. I can't wait to write about this in my notes. Kacchan's new face! I did my best to try to remember every last detail. From the way, his face puffed to the pout and softness of his eyes.
"Either you do it, or you have to get me two gifts next year." From the way Kacchan's voice was slightly higher in pitch was just cute. Even more with how it almost sounded like he demanded I choose. I don't get why I'm finding this side of him to be so cute. But I'll question that another time. I can always give him birthday punches and still get him two gifts next year.
"Ok." Kacchan then turned to give me his left arm to punch. I gave him one more look before I went in for the first punch. Trying my best to hold back was harder than I thought. But somehow, I managed to give him 16 birthday punches. I then stepped back and looked at him. There were a few tears that slid down his face, but he didn't say anything. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly."
The way the corner of Kacchan's lips curled into a smile before quickly turning to a neutral state. Was confusing, but I won't push it. "You call those punches. A baby could do better than that." I did try to hold back, so I guess he's right. Then again, I did see him tear up. And he almost smiled. So, I'll take it as he was happy. Which got me smiling as I looked at his face one more time. Sometimes Kacchan, your words don't match up to your face. And for that, you will never be able to deceive me.
Without a word, I went off home. But I just couldn't stop smiling. Kacchan was pouting at me. At that, he almost smiled at me. Today I not only stood up to Kacchan but witnessed many new faces he could make. It makes me so happy. In fact, there were a lot of new things Kacchan did. From the way he used Sero's quirk to his advantage. Or how he didn't attack the hero team and stayed to a being defensive. It was so unlike him to do so. He's more of an offensive type of fighter. Kacchan, you'll never stop impressing me.
When I got home, I could hear that mom was on the phone with someone. I walked past the kitchen and tried not to hear anything. Once in my room, I dropped my book bag by my desk. Then I went about pulling out the paperwork and homework from my bag. Making sure everything was on my desk and that I had my hero notes out. I then went to check if mom was done with her phone call. Which, to my somewhat surprise, she was still talking. But from what I could faintly pick up, it sounded very formal.
Thankfully I didn't have to wait long, as mom finished her phone call. The way she just stood there and did not look over at me was troubling. What could possibly be the conversation she had? At best, why did she look shaken up about it? It's then mom looked up at me and had tears running down her face. I braced myself for whatever horrible news was bound to come out of her lips.
"I know this is all too much and last minute. But I just got off the phone with your school." Why was she calling UA? I hope she wasn't trying to get me out of the school without telling me first. Waiting for her to finish speaking was making my anger rise. What the hell did my mother do? I could feel my fist tightening and my body shaking. But what I didn't realize was that I had walked over to her.
"And? What did you talk about?"
It did not faze me how my mother shook before me. "I was informing them you won't be able to go on Monday. Since that's when your father's funeral service is being held." At that, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. My shaking body and heavy shoulders didn't make the situation any better. Especially with how angry I still was. I can't believe I'm going to miss a day of class for this nonsense. "Please forgive me, Izuku. I tried speaking to the company that was taking care of your father's service. But they kept insisting that we do this as soon as possible. I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you."
And just like that, the numbness took hold. I plastered that one smile and stared at my mom. "It's ok, mom. I know you do your best. I'll be ok. Well, I got homework to do." I then went about hugging her. But all I felt was the cold nothingness. I knew she was in my arms and that she was crying. But I, like many times, became mute to it all and just went through the motions. With that short exchange, I went to my room.
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PoC was such a wasted concept of a movie. I mean the atmosphere, the costumes, the acting were so good, a cut above the rest of Christan medias, WHY it had to be gratuitous violent and (knowingly or not) antisemitic? The Jesus portrayed by Caviezel is my favourite but it would have been ten thousand better if Gibson didn't focused only on the Passion.
I will refute that.
For 2002-2004 Hollywood, the film was impressive. Mind you this film was written and finished before the Writer's Guild Strike of 2003! So it dodged a bullet to a degree, because think about it: If the film was written AFTER that strike (let's say 2008 or 2010), Gibson and the writers wouldn't have as much freedom with the script as they did between 1999-2002. Despite its religious hiccups and habits the film exposed the audience to Aramaic despite being broken and slow as according to some communities in the Middle East who have seen the film. Let's face it, Aramaic wouldn't have been introduced to Catholic communities in Latin and South America had it not been for Gibson's stubbornness.
As someone with rich Mexican and Roman Catholic heritage the film was a reminder to us on Pope John Paul II's plea to respect and honour the Jews. Remember, Latin America is staunchly sensitive to the Hebrews and we still have a generation that lived through both an anti-semitic pope and then suddenly transition to a pro-semitic pope whilst witnessing the birth of the State of Israel in 1948. Most of that generation believed apocalypse was upon them after hearing the news and prayed for penance. We literally thought we were screwed...
Now to answer your question: There is a saying in warfare
"You cannot pick your armies."
This aspect applies for major passion projects, and you have to work with what you have whilst divorcing slothful habits of being a begging chooser. Yes, Gibson is a piece of work but just because we so happen to disagree does not make me obligated to hate him as a person. I mean, who else can you think of that can rock the boat just as efficiently as the Aussie SOB can?
Franklin Graham? The dude failed witnessing to Japan.
Kirk Cameron? Too picky for his own good on his worst days, and has worse "anti-semetic" films under his belt ('Left Behind' Series).
Kendrick Brothers? Every other film is an unnecessary emotional parade.
Roma Downey? Too damn soft and probably has a man-made spine forged from "angel dust".
The reason why the film 'Passion of the Christ' had to be rough and gritty is to show people the precariousness of life - your decisions have consequences. Hell, my series "Rose of Sharon" is gruesome for the same reasons! Get mad at me too if you don't like gore because it's going to be in there (LMAO).
Regardless of the zeitgeist you are born into, your choices do have consequences, every action equals to an equal and opposite reaction and it's up you to either run from it or learn from it.
But when I take a step back and breathe from all this, the appendix of this is I'd rather stop answering questions about others' projects. I'm too tired to rant over something that cannot be changed. Begging for such is just as futile and counterproductive as constantly mourning over a family member resting.
I'd rather move forward.
I'd rather answer questions that focus on "Rose of Sharon" and where that is going to go. I mean we have so much planned the series that has yet to be shared. The series is more than rebellion against religion, it's a series that focuses on growth, coming out of your comfort zone, healing, and most of all knowing and accepting who you ought to be rather than caving into what others want you to be. And we do need a message like that these days where peer pressure is seen as "G-d's will". The series is a unique hybrid that has only peaked its dorsal fin, but I want to share more when it's time!
I want people to have fun with "Rose of Sharon", and also to walk away with something relatable at least.
Joshua (Yehoshua) is in no way trying to trump the "Yeshua" from PoC, nor belittle "Jesus" from "The Bible Series", nor replace "The Prince of Peace" commission my Akiane despite his design being made to defy or play around with such ideas. He's an individual that is living and breathing in a way that astoundingly leaves people guessing where he is going to go for once. He's unpredictable in a healthy way for once since this series launched in 2016. And I believe Josh and the entire project of RoS would work best when not being compared so much to other projects so early in development. I mean, such a habit nearly killed the project in the begging and I respectively would rather not repeat that mistake in 2023 or beyond.
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Sonic and the Eggman War, Chapter 9
"Chaos Unleashed."
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Knuckles landed on Angel Island, he saw Sonic slowly walking by so the Echidna decided to tell him the good news.
"Hedgehog!" Yelled Knuckles, "you can walk again!"
"Huh? Oh hey Knux! Did you get them all?"
Asked Sonic
"Yes, I did, just as you promised. Now where's this demon you call 'Egg-man'?
"I'm not sure, Tails is calculating where every base is within Mobius right now."
"Ah, I see."
The two boys walked over to Tails' makeshift base and talked over plans to stop Eggman.
"Fox, here is your.. Lock-ate-tour?" Knuckles stated confusingly.
"Oh, right. Welcome back Knuckles, thanks for not breaking my Locator," Tails thanked Knuckles.
"It is not a problem fox." Knuckles told Tails
"So we really found all of them, huh?" Tails said.
"Yep, now we need to find out what Eggman has planned," Sonic proclaimed.
"I'll set a scan for the emeralds, if that's ok Knuckles," Tails asked.
"Ok, only one or two.. scans," Knuckles allowed,
He then gave Tails the rest of the emeralds and Tails gently placed all the emeralds in a machine to test the power of all seven of them,
The machine automatically short circuits and blows up. No one was hurt, but Tails' machine was badly damaged and burnt, but yet the emeralds weren't scuffed or dirtied from the explosion, in fact, they were glowing harder than usual.
"Hmm.. possibly a protective spell or defense mechanism, or the emeralds could be very hard or even indestructible.." Tails coughed
"Welp, whatever Eggman has planned, It's not good. Tails, did all of your stuff get destroyed?"
Sonic asked
"No," Tails answered in fact, the emeralds only focused their power on that one chaos reader, imagine the power someone could have if they could harness all that power. But besides that, nothing else was damaged which means.."
{SCAN COMPLETE}
A monitor started to beep, they had found Eggman's hideout.
"Good, I'll rally up troops," Said a voice behind the trio.
"Father, I-" Knuckles tried to say
"It's ok son, if you three think this man is dangerous to our tribe, the master emerald, and the people of Mobius, I shall allow this hunt to happen" The leader of the Echidna tribe, Locke told Knuckles.
"Well let's get going then! What are we waiting for?" Sonic exclaimed as he and Tails start up their plane, the tornado as Knuckles trailed after the two. Locke had round up his best soldiers and used an ancient saying to teleport them to the site where Eggman was hiding.
After a couple of minutes of fighting, Sonic's group had shown up in the tornado which was a couple feet from the ground to see badniks go flying through the air.
"Alright! My turn!" Sonic yelled excitedly.
Sonic then jumped from the tornado and drilled into the ground by spindashing, he then popped back up and kicked some badniks so hard, they broke on impact. Knuckles jumped next and started spinning around in circles, fists out, which destroyed several other badniks. Tails was still on the plane, taking out the flying badniks.
"Well, what do we have here ?" a voice said on an intercom,
"It seems to me some rascals are on my lawn, messing up my flowers!"
"BUT THIS IS NOT A LAWN, NOR ARE THERE FLOWERS!" Knuckles yelled at a speaker.
"Oh you poor Echidna folk shouldn't have interfered with MY WORK." The voice yelled as bigger badniks started to pile onto the group.
"After this minor hiccup, THE EGGMAN ARMY SHALL RISE!"
Now it was clear who was on the intercom, it was Eggman himself, Dr. Ivo Robotnik.
"I WILL MAKE AN EXAMPLE TO WHOEVER OPPOSES ME TO GIVE UP!" The doctor maniacally laughed.
Tails started to shoot out the speakers and the big badniks."It's about time you shut up!" Tails yelled.
Then, suddenly, a rocket hit the tornado causing it to blow up.
"Oh that's funny, I was going to say the same thing!" Cackled Eggman
"NO!" Sonic yelled horrified, he couldn't let him die, not like them, not like his parents.
"KNUCKLES, COVER ME," Sonic yelled at his Adversary turned friend, "TAILS GOT HIT."
"OK HEDGEHOG, MAKE SURE THE FOX IS OK." Knuckles answered Sonic worryingly as he hit more badniks.
Sonic dashed to the wreckage without hesitation, he started to pull off pieces of metal off Tails' body, he then puts his red jacket onto the young fox and picks him up.
"Tails? Can you hear me? Please answer.." Sonic asked worried.
"S-Sonic, put me down.." Tails quivered.
"You're ok right? We need to get out of here little bro." Sonic told him as he lied him down on the ground.
"No, w-we need to k-keep f-fighting.." Tails said,
"Keep fighting for me Sonic, p-please.." Tails then bleeds out.
"Tails?"
...
"Buddy, wake up, I gotta get you out of here."
......
"Tails?"
.........
"Miles?"
............
"No.. no no no no.." Sonic realized that his best friend was truly gone. The only thing that held him back from going crazy and hunting down Eggman himself.
"Please.. wake up..." Sonic pleaded
"PLEASE!"
Sonic screamed, he kept screaming. He was looking at the dead body of his best friend, but what was grief and fear turned into anger
Sonic screamed again, a surge of energy surrounded him.
He screamed again, even more power surrounded him.
For the final time, Sonic let out a loud, animalistic, blood curdling scream and it happened.
Chaos Unleashed.
Sonic was transformed into a being of chaos, his blue fur turned yellow, his regular glowing blue eyes turned green. His spines flowing with so much energy they floated upwards.
Locke looked back at Sonic and realized that his suspicions were right, the prophecy was true, the true god of chaos was born. Super Sonic was born.
Super sonic emitted a glowing yellow light that when touched by it, life grew on whatever it touched. Tails went from bleeding out to knocked out badly, Super Sonic then picked up tails and flew him somewhere far away, then zipped back and destroyed several giant badniks like threading a needle. He kept destroying things, you could barely see his figure, you only saw the explosion afterwards. After destroying half of the base he broke into the front of the inside and started totalling the main building, as the building fell, you could see the glowing god holding Eggman by the collar,
He sent Eggman into the ground softly. Sonic changed back into his regular firm and started beating Eggman, right swing after the left. Then he heard a voice.
"HEDGEHOG! STOP IT NOW!" Knuckles yelled,
"WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING HIM TO JUSTICE, NOT EXECUTE HIM!"
"Y-YES! LISTEN TO THE ECHIDNA! DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!" The doctor begged.
"He's right." Sonic said tiredly, "you're lucky the kid is alive, other wise you wouldn't have been let go so easily."
Sonic decided to use Justice instead of Vengeance, he spared Eggman's life.
END OF CHAPTER 9
END OF BOOK 1
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itsallyscorner · 3 years
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Baby’s First Heartbreak
pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader
prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.
warnings: not much—crying, a break up.
A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺
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You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.
You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.
You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.
Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.
You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.
You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.
She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.
You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.
You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.
“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.
“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.
“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.
“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.
“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”
You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.
The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.
Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.
“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”
“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”
The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”
Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”
“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”
Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”
Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.
Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”
Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.
“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.
“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.
“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.
“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.
“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”
Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”
“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.
“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“
Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”
Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”
“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.
“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.
“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.
“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.
As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.
They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.
“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.
“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”
Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”
There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.
Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.
“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair. 
You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.
“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”
“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.
“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.
“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.
You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”
Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.
“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”
Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”
You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.
“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”
Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”
Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Then why did he leave me?”
“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”
Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”
You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”
Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”
You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.
“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.
“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.
“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”
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moemammon · 3 years
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Can we get some hurt/comfort type stuff where the bros catch MC crying?
It's cool if not, drink water and remember that you're a really cool person ♡
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"I Saw You Crying.. Are You Okay?" (Feat. The Demon Bros and GN!MC)
(Hurt comfort, angst, and feels of all varieties)
Enjoy❤️
Lucifer
Lucifer
When Lucifer caught you crying the moment you set your school bag down, he knew something was wrong. He likes to be aware of every situation if he's able, so seeing you like this and not knowing what's the matter is... troubling, to say the least.
He watches your demeanor as you slink off to your room, hoping no one stops you on your way there. He's the type to gather information before engaging, but it's not like he can figure anything out like this, so he goes after you.
He finds you curled up into a pitiful ball, sobbing into a pillow. It doesn't take long for his hand to find a place atop your head, gently petting your hair back. Lucifer doesn't speak, instead allowing you to initiate it first.
And whether or not you DO tell him what's wrong, he listens carefully and provides you comfort all the same. He knows that words can't always fix everything, but having someone to confide in can be a comfort.
"I'll stay here for as long as you need me. Ah, my work? Don't worry about that either. I doubt I could get anything done while worrying over you, MC."
Mammon
When Mammon spotted the tears streaking your cheeks, he immediately went into defensive mode. Can you blame him though? He's supposed to be your guardian! He's ready to fuckin FIGHT
And as such, he immediately hurried after you despite you trying to escape to the bathroom. He'll grab your arm, pull you close, and hurry you off to his room before his brothers can steal you
Promptly plops you down on the sofa and drapes his coat over you. He doesn't know what happened, but he wants names. And if that's not the case, he'll quickly calm down to listen to you.
Big bro has had his fair share of letting his baby brothers vent, so he's pretty good at this sort of thing. Actually, he tries his best to help out if he can. He might not be the best at it, but he means well. And he'll try especially hard if it means you'll smile again.
"Hey... look at me, MC. Crying outta nowhere like that... When something's botherin' ya, come to me. If it's enough to make ya cry, I wanna be involved."
Levi
Levi had been through enough to know the difference between eyes that were red form staying up late, and eyes that were red from crying. Sometimes he’d experience both, depending on what he might've been binging.
But in your case, your red eyes were caused by the latter, along with the sniffling you thought you could hide from him when you came into his room and asked if you could watch tv with him. Of course he agreed, and he gathered up his courage so that the moment you came close enough, he could pull you into his arms.
He's no good at stuff like this. He never thought of himself as the type that anyone would come to for comfort, and yet here you were, choosing his room as your sanctuary. There's no way he could deny you after you came so far!
Levi's definitely a good listener since he's not sure how to handle giving advice, and does his best to dish out distractions. Wanna play a game? He recently got a snack crate shipped in, full off all sorts of sweets! Wanna try some? And he just ordered a super cute sheep plush if you feel like hugging it. Or... you could hug him too, if you want.
"I know that.. things can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. And it probably doesn't help that you're away from your world. But if it's any comfort, y-you can always come here. You're my Henry-... no, you're my friend. So I want to make sure you're okay."
Satan
Satan caught sight of you scrubbing your eyes when you thought no one was watching, and would've assumed you got dust in your eye if he didn't notice how red your face was.
And the way you suddenly closed the book in your hands, put it in a random spot, and rushed off. You knew how Lucifer could be when it came to the organization of the library, so there's no way you'd risk a lecture over a simple mistake.
He hung back for a bit instead of pursuing you, because he knew how beneficial a little alone time could be when one was upset. But that doesn't mean he won't text you to see if you're alright.
When you reply, and grant him permission to see you after he asks for it, Satan arrives with extra blankets, herbal tea, and obviously, a few books. He'll ask if you want to talk about it, but if not, that's fine too.
"They say lavender chamomile tea works wonders for stress relief, and I can attest to that. I... don't know what's on your mind, and I know it can be difficult to put your feelings into words at times, but I'm here, even if you need to yell."
Asmo
When Asmo heard your sobs echoing from the bathroom, he either assumes that you A), poked yourself in the eye during your skincare routine he made you begin, or B), something was wrong.
And from the harsh sound of your cries, he figured it was the latter. There's no way he would let you endure any hardships alone! Asmo to the rescue!
He's quick to politely knock on the door, but doesn't wait for you to allow him access when he's already got it open and closes it behind himself. He gets one good look at you, and he's already cooing.
The boy cups your face and peppers it with little kisses, wiping your tears, smoothing your hair back, and ushering you over to sit in the side of the tub, so he can hug you tight.
"Darling, are you okay?? Look at the state of you... Shall I pamper your worries away with a nice bath? And when that's over, I plan to spoil you until you can't think of anything other than my beautiful face! I'll do anything to make you smile again."
Beel
Beel intended to go to your room to share a new flavor of potato chips with you, but instead was met with the sound of your shaking sobs from behind your closed door. That's all it takes for him to forget about the bags of chips in his arms.
They're discarded to the ground and he hesitates near your door for a moment, worry welling up within him. But Beel won't let you cry for long, because he's already entered your room and is sheepishly approaching your bed.
Without a word, the big ol bear gathers you into his arms for a tight hug, leaning into your shoulder and exhaling. You both stay in that position for a long, long while until your crying has calmed.
He pulls back to wipe your tears and snot, and gives you a worried look. What could've had you crying like this? Were you sad about something? You didn't seem physically hurt... Was someone mean to you? Was it Mammon-
"MC... please don't cry. I'll stay with you as long as you need me to, and I won't let go of you. If you need to hit something, you can hit me. Should I stay here for the night? ....Belphie won't mind. I don't want you to be alone."
Belphie
Belphie didn't know why you weren't answering his texts, but while he normally wouldn't mind, he was desperate to have your attention. Or rather, he really wanted to hug you.
And it seemed you would need just that when he entered your room to find you all curled up under your blankets, hiccuping away the aftermath of a hard crying session. What could've had you in such a state was beyond him, but it bothered him to no end.
So Belphie did what he does best and invaded your space, curling up next to you to lay down and pull you into his arms. He doesn't say anything, only your soft sobs breaking the silence between you.
His hand gently rubs your back when he feels you shake, and he squeezes you a little tighter when you sniffle. Eventually, he looks down at you and moves the blankets from your face, his expression soft.
"...Feeling a little better now? I can't stand seeing you so upset. If someone hurt you, I'll take care of it. If not, I'll let you cry in my arms for as long as you need. And maybe you'll feel better after a nap, hm? Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years
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Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!
Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!
I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!
Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!
Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?
Riddle Rosehearts
In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.
“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.
When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.
Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.
Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.
Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.
“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.
When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.
You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.
When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.
When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.
Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.
As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.
Azul Ashengrotto
It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.
One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.
You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.
“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.
Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.
Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.
Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.
“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”
Jamil Viper
You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.
Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.
The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.
Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.
When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.
Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.
Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.
“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.
Vil Schoenheit
Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.
When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.
When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.
It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.
Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.
Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.
Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.
Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”
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