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yanfeisty · 2 years

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— New world sickness ♡ ！

⊹ [ characters ] — Jean, Albedo, Venti, Kaeya, Barbara, Klee. ◞

⊹ [ synopsis ] — Being in a new world (or staying away for too long, for your acolytes) cause your body to have a bad reaction.. ◞

⊹ [ cw ] — religious themes, description of sickness. ◞

You had arrived in Teyvat for a few days now, and let's say you were both thrilled and overwhelmed. You knew absolutely everything about this world, and you wanted to see all it had to offer with your own eyes, and everyone here put you on pedestal, as their all knowing, most powerful Deity and yet, it was like you had no control over what was happening, in one day, from a simple person to a God thrown into a fantasy world full of attractive people with cool powers, and somehow you were above them or at least were told to be.

But your Acolytes were here to help, they took things slow and tried to make things more clearer for you. The situation was a bit complicated, since you had memory loss and you were as fragile as a normal human being, which wasn't expected at all, but they promised they would do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.

"I think we pretty much said all. Thank you for coming, Y/n."

"Of course, Jean. But it seems like it took longer than expected." You glanced at the window, the mix between bright yellow and mellow orange painted the sky, and the sun saying goodbye before dropping, too exhausted, just like the one looking at it. "I'm sorry that we finished late because of my questions." You pursed your lips, feeling apologetic for taking the time of the already extremely busy Acting Grand Master, knowing she wouldn't stop working at the expense of sleeping.

She shook her head. "Don't be troubled, no time is wasted when it comes to you. But I am a bit worried about your well-being, you seem tired. Do you perhaps need help to go back home?" She frowned in sorry as she noticed small tears coming out of your weary eyes, without their usual twinkle, as you yawned, noticing that your lips seemed dried and lose a bit of its natural color, she should have pursue the meeting another day, she thought.

"I'll be alright, I just feel sleepy that's all. And I already have a few persons to escort me, but thanks for the offer." You gave her a small smile and she offered one back a bit hesitant. "I'll visit you tomorrow, just in case."

You rolled your eyes and playfully smiled at her. "Sure, if you want to."

The very next day, near noon, Jean came just like she promised, with Albedo to her side, she managed to see him before he went back to Dragonspine, sharing her worries with him about your condition of yesterday. He proposed to go with her as he wanted to see your state and if he could do anything. Jean stood up at the door of your bedroom and knocked.

"Y/n? It's Jean, I said I would visit you. May I enter?"

"Hi!" Your voice beamed but got quickly caught up by a cough. "Please enter." You said in a weaker voice. Jean and Albedo looked at each other before entering. They saw you in your bed, fully covered by two blankets, surrounded by many used tissues.

"It seems I was correct, something is wrong with them. Sigh. Y/n, I took Albedo with me. Are you alright?"

"Hi, 'bedo." You said as you took off the blankets, grinning at him. He smiled at the cute sight of your bed hair and sleepy but dazzling face.

"I just feel a bit sick, that's cough cough all." You responded to Jean.

"We have been told you didn't eat at all since yesterday's morning. Is it because you feel too sick?" Her eyebrows furrowed and hand on her chin.

"Actually, I just don't feel hungry, even if my stomach hurts, I feel like I'm full already." You laid down on the pillow, holding loosely your belly in case another wave of pain came again.

"May I do a few checks up?" Albedo asked out of the blue. It could be just a cold, but something wasn't normal with how much symptoms you had. He mostly wanted to see if he could do something to help your condition. You gave a small nod, letting him knelt next to your bed.

"Alright, I'll go see if Barbara can come too."

"There's no need to call for everyone, Jean." You quickly added but coughed just after.

"Please, let us look out after you. I know you don't particularly like being treated with privileges, but we want all the best, everyone cares for you and not just as our God. Your state is in fact worrying. So allow me to call for Barbara and see if she can do anything."

"Ok." You said in defeat, you thought it was no use to argue with the Acting Grand Master. And you had to admit, your favorite characters taking care of you was like a dream come true.

After Jean left, Albedo started to check on you and asked a few questions. While he seemed deep in thought, focused on his task, you were a bit embarrassed on how close his face was and the way he ran his fingers softly, examining your body. You stayed still to his touch, in fear to distrusting his work, every question he asked got you avoiding his gaze, trying to make a comprehensible answer. Why did he have to be so hands-

"Achoo, sorry."

"Hm, that's okay. Here." He took a tissue and handed it to you. Hands brushing when you took it, making you even more awkward.

"Your face is red, are you okay?" He put his hand on your forehead to see if you had any fever, while you were melting under his touch.

After some minutes of trying to survive Albedo's tests and questions, Jean finally arrived with Barbara, who bowed at your presence, she was always acting shy when with you and so polite, but on the inside she was dancing with joy to finally meet her God, who she dedicated her life to. She felt like her fans when they met their idol.

"Hello, Your Grace...I was told of your illness, and how much you seemed to suffer, it makes me so sad to know that, I promise that I'll try my best to heal you." She stuttered a bit at the beginning, but said the last part with determination.

You thanked her with compliments about her kindness, which made her blush.

As she was using her magic in trying to heal you, Albedo was trying to make a conclusion with the tests he did while watching Barbara to see any results. But nothing was changing, you were still feeling as sick.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace. I-I don't know why...why it's not working."

"That's fine Barbara, it seems to be beyond any magic." Jean tried to reassure her. "Albedo, did you draw any conclusion?"

"I do have a supposition to why Y/n isn't hungry but still feel pain." He looked up from his notes and turned to you. "I think you're used to how the time passed in your past life, which is significantly longer than ours, it doesn't make you hungry since your body feels like it ate a few minutes ago. But at the same time.." He looked down, thinking about his next words. "But you're slowly getting used to Teyvat's time, which makes your stomach in pain, because you didn't eat for a long time. The others symptoms may come from traveling into an other world with different conditions than the last one, and it can explain why Barbara's powers doesn't work. I'll ask The Traveler since they have more knowledge on it."

"So you mean I have to wait 'til I get used to this world?" You wanted to let out a sigh but sneezed again.

For the next days, you were stuck in your bedroom, with great regrets to not be able to go outside, but no worries, your Acolytes were here to make it better.

When Venti learned about your illness, he immediately rushed to you, his heart arching. He was extremely worried, after all, he didn't want to loose you, just the thought gave him a heartache, he had waited centuries, years of worship and dedication, after your sudden arrival, he didn't meet the God he thought he knew everything about, but instead a friendly person that seemed so sincere and pure, who would rather enjoying what the world had to offer and live with its people, than trying to ruling them. He worshipped the God above him, but fell in love with you, many of the persons he loved made his immortality a curse he couldn't run from, he prayed you wouldn't be another one.

Even when we told him it wasn't something deadly, seeing you like this, bedridden when you wanted to visit Teyvat but in a too poor condition to do so, broke his heart. His poor God, stucked in a bed without any freedom, having to bear all the pain. He frequently visited you, even twice in the same day, constantly wanting to check on your health, always with an apple he gained from his performances just for you. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away!"

He would still act optimistic, as he wanted to keep your moral up through this awful situation, he could talk endlessly without you getting bored, he got plenty of funny stories about the others Archons! It became his mission in making you laughed, the sweet melody coming out of your mouth was worth everything for him, especially when you felt sick like this. If he noticed that you were really tired, he would take out his lyre, and play something slow and beautiful. The Bard's lullaby was working like a cure for your headache, and each notes made it harder to keep your eyes opened, he wouldn't stop until you fell asleep, even if you tried to fight it you couldn't resist, losing consciousness only following the soft tune into the path of dreams.

"Your Grace, you should sleep, it will ease the pain." Jean prefered you like this, peaceful without having to worry. She mainly did all the work so you didn't have to bother with it, just needed your opinions from time to time, she would double her duties if it meant keeping you safe and comfortable. But now, she couldn't do much than wait, nothing she could help than just wait... And just like you were kept in bed when you wanted to go outside, she was in her office when she wanted to check on you, but she was no use there, the only thing that could ease her mind was to ask others on how you felt. She wasn't sure what she would do if she visited you, but she knows she just needed to be close to you again, the presence she had been blessed with brought her comfort, and having you here physically was no different. Even if you were a God, her relationship with you felt deeper, not only you were the God that she could turn to when in search for guidance but a person she could put her head on in moments of doubt.

But right now, she was more useful there, and could only hope that you got better.

Jean always sent Kaeya to check on you and give her any news. Not like he complained, if his job was to visit you everyday, he would gladly work even without any payment.

You could count on him to forgot that you were even sick, he was so natural to talk with, you were both going with the flow of the conversation, even forgetting he was supposed to leave at some point, to the great regret of both of you.

Kaeya sometimes brought something, could be anything from a random plushie he saw, saying it reminded him of you because of your cuteness, to a book he borrowed from Lisa, knowing it must be so boring to stay there waiting for someone to come. He was such a big tease, why needing a blanket when you could have his fluffy coat, or you know, him, don't worry his vision wouldn't affect you.

Each time, Albedo had to interrupt a visit for a sort of consultation, to see if your illness evolved or not. He knew that his visits weren't the most exciting, as they were long and repetitive, and he saw how awkward you acted around him, so when he could, he took Klee with him as you looked like to appreciate each other, she was the one entertaining you when Albedo had to do his usual check up, she also liked sharing her drawing.

"Look, here is you, here is me, and here is big bro, holding hands with each other." She bounced on her boots, presenting her art, while you and Albedo were blushing as she acted like presenting her drawing to her two parents.

Even if he wished it wasn't when you were in pain, he appreciated those moments, your company was enjoyable, even sick you were amusing to talk with and he found your kindness adorable.

"Thank you, 'bedo. But you really don't have to do all of that for me." You said, even if you loved his company, and wished he stayed longer.

"It's my way to show gratitude for taking me during your adventures and helping me for my research." He said as he placed the hair hiding a bit your face behind your ears.

"Y/n, your hot cheeks are really concerning, I might need to do a few more tests."

#sagau #sagau x reader #self aware genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #jean x reader #genshin imagines #genshin barbara #genshin klee #genshin fluff #genshin creator au

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6-atlas-6 · 6 months

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She loves me, she loves me not

Alexis x (gn!)reader

Alexis decided a pour soul's garden needed help, and who's better for the job than the princess herself?

Tags: @dani-ya-dig @cyc-chilla

Alexis was tired. This was all such bullshit. Almost half of the solaire clan was invited to some humans house she didn't even know for some sort of party. Why did she come you may ask? She was forced to. She felt like she was watching paint dry. Sitting in a mildly uncomfortable chair, staring at the wall, and glaring at anyone who even thinks about starting another endless boring conversation.

She needed some air. Alexis made her way to the door leading to the backyard and instantly regretted her decision. She was met with an abundance of colorful plants, and even some vegetables. To anyone else it would be gorgeous. Alexis was not anyone else.

The only thing on her mind were the dead plants scattered across places in the garden. She was frankly appalled. Does this person water their plants? They look like they get less sun than she does. Is that even possible?

She walked back inside, her knack for dramatic entrances causing heads to turn her direction. She stormed up to the random human this house belonged to, saying she needed to speak with them, and then dragging them outside by their hand.

Usually, she wouldn't care about something as simple as a humans garden. I mean, not everyone can be as good at it as she is, but she was bored and this gave her something to do.

She turned to face the human who looked surprisingly unconcerned about this turn of events. "I don't think I've met you yet, who are you?" the human asked.

"Alexis. Alexis Solaire. And also, apparently your fucking savoir." She aggressively pointed in the direction of a wilting plant. The human furrowed their brows in confusion looking from the plant to Alexis' face.

"I am going to help you fix this shit. You are going to have no complaints and do what I tell you to, got it?" Alexis was already on the move before she even finished talking, grabbing a pair of gardening gloves and tossing them at the human.

They looked confused again but ultimately followed her lead. Alexis kneeled down in the grass in front of a dead plant, already way too far gone. She patted a spot in the grass next to her, indicating the human to sit with her.

As soon as they sat down, she handed them a shovel. She explained that it would be best to dig the plant up as it was very much dead and "looked far too ugly". As soon as they picked up the shovel, she explained step by step how they're supposed to do it without damaging anything else.

She was so immersed in her explanation that she wasn't really focusing on anything else. The human however, was focusing on anything but the dead plant.

Alexis, clearly proud of her vast gardening knowledge, had changed her tone completely. The once frustrated princess' voice has now gone soft. The explanation feeling less and less like a lecture and more like a soothing conversation. There was a slight smile on her face. She was probably just happy to be talking about one of the only things she actually liked doing. Well, maybe she also liked showing off. Just a little bit.

The human smiled at her. She paused her gardening ramble, which was definitely going off course from the original topic, staring at their face. Why were they smiling?

She had never gotten to talk about this hobby of hers to anyone. Not anyone that cared. Years of ignoring people and not caring what they had to say had caused people to do the same to her. She never minded. She never really understood the appeal of talking to people for hours on end like most.

Yet for some reason, seeing this human, who had no idea who she even was, was smiling at her. They were smiling because of what she said. It felt good.

For the first time somebody had actually smiled a real smile because of her and it felt fucking amazing.

Alexis realized that she had been staring at this person and immediately looked away, her cold face suddenly feeling hot. She noticed that they had already finished digging up the plant while she was rambling.

"Should I do the other ones too?" The human asked, pointing to the other 2 or 3 dead plants.

Alexis shook her head. She finally had someone who would listen to her. She wanted them to be completely focused on her. She had no idea why.

This was just a normal human who she didn't even know about half an hour ago. A random person who was kind enough to listen to her talk about plants. A normal person she couldn't give less of a shit about.

So how come she was now sitting on the grass when everyone else had long since left, asking this human if it was okay to stay for just an hour longer?

-End-

#This is probably so out of character 😭#I didn't wanna make it too long so it definitely feels rushed that's mb #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted alexis getty #redacted alexis #redacted solaire clan #redactedasmr #redactedaudio #redacted fandom #redacted fanfic #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted audio fanfic #redacted headcanons

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crancakes · 10 months

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Crafting a Crafting Table

I made my own crafting table! Also had fun putting some special touches on it. I'll ramble about the details under the cut + show some sketches I had.

Shoutout to @fawnpawn because their crafting table post got me inspired.

So initially, I wanted to make a Minecraft cosplay of some sort. I love the game and the community, but I didn't know if I wanted to be a specific content creator or other. I settled on making Alex/Steve designs as a starting point.

Originally, I wanted to make the crafting table a bag, similar to what @/fawnpawn had. Ultimately, I decided it was something I could add later if I wanted. The first two images below were the first sketches I made in 2022. The crafting table would be an actual functional bag, where the top could slide off.

I had a mini cardboard prototype which I lost the sliding component to...it was fun to play around with it while it lasted.

So! The materials I used were as follows:

Cardboard

Hot Glue

Acrylic Paint

Chipboard (1/8" thick) (these were the vertical strips of wood on the sides)

Corkboard

Stick

The other details (like the seed packet and rope) were coin envelopes and scrap fabric. These were also free materials I snagged from a community material bin since I don't have the means to buy foam or actual wood.

The entire process was very scuffed.

I made the base of the box with cardboard. It isn't an exact square because I was too tired to measure properly (it's like 60 cm x 63 cm). I added more standing cardboard inside so it can hold weight at top

I then painted some parts on the outside with maroon/dark purple paint. This was for the parts showing between the "wooden planks" on the outside. All that was left to paint was the top grid which is admittedly off-center. shhhhhhhhh

et voila, box head

The tools were painted with kind of a Borderlands style. I thought it'd look cool and make it look more interesting than keeping it minecraft-accurate. I also used silver metallic paint so they're shiny :D

The sides of the crafting table still felt empty, even with the tools, so I added some in-game items for fun. I also wanted to add some mention of some content creators I enjoy, hence the Philza and Technoblade pins (and the checkered pattern for BajanCanadian lol).

Overall, I had a lot of fun with this. I don't know if I'll ever finish the full cosplay, but thanks for reading the ramble ;>

#minecraft #minecraft cosplay #crafting table #cosplay #tysm to fawn for giving me advice #crancakes

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pbandjesse · 4 months

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It was a nice day at work. I am feeling really tired tonight but I think that's mostly because I am cold. Very much ready to go to bed.

I slept alright last night but my nose was all stuffy and painful when I woke up and so I felt really really tired. James came and gave me a big hug as soon as I sat up after my alarm went off. It helped me feel better.

I got cleaned up and dressed. Wore the new crew neck my mom got me. I just wanted to be cozy. I was struggling a little. My fingers hurt really bad and I couldn't get my shoe on and James helped me because they love me and I was very grateful.

James and me left together. I always like watching them bike away. It was very cold today. Frosty. I'm glad it feels like winter.

I had a nice drive to camp. And got there alright at 8. I was happy to be inside where it was warm.

I had a productive morning. I had my breakfast and started working on writing up a description for the CIT program. I would use chatgbT to give me some framework and worked on using that to build up a really professional description. I am pretty pleased. I would print that and the schedule I made. Then decided to do more printing. I figure that since we are going to have a meeting about the 3 things we wanted to accomplish with John the consultant. Cit program, training, new programs.

Alexi would come in around 9. And everyone else would come in within the hour. Sarah worked on research for the training manual. I would go through some old documents and pulling things I think will be helpful. Games and reading and such.

It was a really productive morning though. I would take a walk to the lodge. I filled my water over there and chatted with Joe. He teased me about forgetting my stuffing from the holiday party, but I was glad to have my cookware back.

I looked at the books in the musuem. I went and looked at the nurses office because they are almost done fixing the roof. Very nice.

I would have lunch when I got back to the office. And while I was eating I decided I should come up with a document for meal ideas for dietary restrictions for the summer so I don't have to try and think of options when I'm very close to tears during the summer.

This would be like a two hour research project. Looking into other camps menus. I found an article about Jewish and 7th day Adventists camps and they had lots of options! So I researched how to make them vegan or gluten free or nut free. And I only had like 2 fake meat options.

After asking Heather, I found out where the kitchen orders their food from so I was able to compile links for ingredients. I was very proud of myself.

Once I was done that I had a zoom meeting with Hawa and Mike from the national guards and I'm thrilled that I have 2 workshops on the calendar with them now. One is a paint and sip style, that we are calling a "paint along", and the other I think will be a printmaking.

I had to make some invoices for them. And that took a minute. But that was just fine.

I would finish my day with designing some stickers ideas for each village. I had a lot of fun creating that. I want to play with the idea of merch for camp more. We will see if any of it actually gets used but still it's fun to design it.

I would also decide on my birthday countdown project. I'm going to do a sticker sheet/flash sheet, with a daily drawing. I'm excited. That will start on the 15th.

I said goodbye to everyone and would head out. I told Sarah I would check at Manor Mill for her last bowl while I was looking for my last 5 pieces. And it is such a quick drive over. I was happy to see my pieces. The colors weren't what I was expecting but I love love love my bear bowl. I'm going to keep my jewelery in it.

I went home and got here before James. I was happy to be home. I put some stuff away. And worked on sending some emails. James got home as I was starting to do my knitting for the day. I love how it looks so far. I know we are still really early in the project but I am setting a good precedent and already weaving in the ends. I will have to sew them down once the month is done but I am very pleased so far.

James would sit with me and tell me all about their day while I worked. And I would show them the documents I made and made me feel very smart and professional. I love my husband.

They got us frozen pizzas we could microwave for dinner. And after we ate they went to play DND with their friends. Well actually it's a different game but same idea. It was nice to see friends' faces.

I took a shower and washed my hair and now I am in bed in my cozy jumpsuit. I am very much ready to sleep.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. And I hope you all have fun. Stay safe. Wash your hands. I love you all.

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dasozelotvonnebenan · 1 year

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Ok so I promised to talk about my sci fi stuff. It's now six in the morning again* but I feel far less tired than yesterday so I'm gonna dare to write it down this time.

It's not really a concrete story, its more just a loose collection of characters, worldbuilding and unconnected fun story beats.

There will be absolutely no structure to this. Just ramble.

So for a little context, this has been brewing slowly for years but I really started to gather up all those ideas after I finished watching Killjoys (Bounty Hunters in Space) and craved more space adventure in my head. Theres also a lot of Firefly (Western, but in space), The Expanse (Uhhh a bunch of stuff, in space), Battletech (Mech Mercenaries, in space) and my dads loosely RIFTS based sci fi role playing world in there.

Now first thing first you might notice that all those things above involve lots of guns which is maybe the biggest step away I am taking in that there is exactly one (1) gun involved in the entirety of this whole thing. Also the images in my head are a lot brighter and less gritty than most of those series. Like it's a genuinely good world. Because it's a thing I'm thinking about to relax.

So let's meet the crew! Because of course this space adventure revolves around a colourful bunch of people who travel the vastness of space together.

Most importantly theres the Pilot. He's afraid of sleeping when they're flying because if he isn't awake then whos steering. Even though theyre in space, where it's basically impossible to hit anything unless you want to, flying consist of pointing the ship in the right direction and waiting and any correction would need to happen way faster than a human could make them anyways.

Which is kind of a problem when travel times between planets range between a few days for inner system distances to easily over a month of want to get from one side of the system to the other. Interstellar travel involves specialized jump ships so travelling the lightyears between stars actually ends up taking much less time than getting from the edge of the suns gravity well to anything remotely worth visiting.

He accounts for about half of the crews caffeine consumption and sometimes his sleep deprivation leads to some hijinks (like when he goes hunting the space spiders in the vents). The ship is his own, he has won it in an advertisement lottery for a video game which is why there is a giant wizard painted on it which he really wants to remove but is not allowed to. Everybody else loves the wizard.

Next up is the one person in the group who has an actual job. This is not a wild thing because most people don't have a serious job and don't have to have one to get by, but he definitely has one. It's the mechanic. Big beefy guy, and not just muscle beef and also he has a big metal arm because of course he has. He's a mechanic and he runs powertools off of the arm. His job is that he works at the local museum of transport and restores old trains. Like back when they still ran on diesel old old. can you imagine!

He is the main reason for them flying off planet because other places ask him to come over to repair a thing for them, so Pilot flies him over, their other friends come with because it's like a roadtrip and that's kind of their thing and the remaining seats are chartered out which always makes for interesting company.

He enjoys his work very much but his hobby hobby is building model planes.

Next up the Detective, who is absolutely not just straight up Miller from The Expanse. He got unfrozen from cryosleep and lives in a totally different story from the others. He is constantly fidgeting because he doesn't have a gun anymore so he doesn't know what to do with hands. He is brooding all the time but it just looks silly because he has to do it in the very comfy and nice places his friends hang out in. But every now and then they get to go on some kind of investigation, a treasure hunt or something genuinely dangerous happens and he is fully in his element.

The one time a gun is relevant is when one of their adventures brings them to a wildlife reserve and he gets to have a tranquilizer rifle. He wants to be sad because that's all he has ever known but his friends are way too good at being friends. He is in a constant war over the gravistat (thermostat but for gravity) because back in his day spaceships didn't have artificial gravity yet.

Fourth guy I have yet is the Charmer. He's a linguistics student. His whole deal is that on every adventure he falls in love with someone and it never works out for some weird reason but he always stays friends with them. He knows people everywhere. He can not flirt for the life of him. He's like what if an 18CHA Bard only ever rolled nat 1s.

Their favourite place to hang out earthside is a Pub (Public Charging Station). Thats a place with wireless charging things at the tables for peoples cybernetics. Just so happens that the one they frequent also has a liquor license. The house specialty drink is "Battery Juice". A glowing green spiked lemonade. Of course you can also get it "discharged".

I hope enjoyed this little insight into one of the fandom unrelated worlds in my head and have a tremendously joyful day!

#*when I started writing. It is now almost eight

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dzpenumbra · 9 months

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8/3/23

AGH I CAN'T STOP WORKING! I only have 3 more beads to go! I really wanted to get to bed early tonight because I'm really tired but... I just can't stop now, I'm so close. I already Brillo-prepped them too, so all I have to do is the final buff.

Alrighty, that only took about half an hour to wrap up. The beads are all done, they look great and they're all strung on a doubled piece of hemp for now. It was so long ago that I prepped these... I don't even really remember my plan. I think I was going to make this a knotted bead necklace, but I don't know if I wanted to add a clasp to it or have it be closed. I don't know if I have enough beads for that. I guess we'll see tomorrow.

Big day, lots of accomplishments. I woke up after about 5 hours of sleep, but got back to sleep pretty quickly, didn't even get out of bed. That was a relief. I had dreams about being with my ex, which was... difficult. And alien. But I shook that off and started my day. Yoga was nice today, I did some Factorio over first meal.

I went straight to work on my griptape to finish it off. I loved the vibe of listening to Heilung and painting on the floor, so I went with their live album. It's really good. All I had to do today was the highlights, and I knocked that out. Did a big photoshoot and... it's done!

Then I decided to relocate my suncatcher to a position where it can catch more light throughout the day. Where it was, it only really caught light between 5-7PM. I'm hoping this new spot will give it more light access. I had to run a string through an eye bolt mounted in the ceiling. That eye bolt was about 16 feet off the ground. So I took a big line of hemp twine and tied a rock to the end of it, and reached it over from my loft about 6 feet out to the eye bolt with one of my carved staves, and fed it into the hole with a second staff, the one I usually go walking with. It was a hell of a workout holding two oak branches by the hilt, trying to maneuver a rock through a 1" diameter hole like 5-6' away. But luckily, I picked a good rock. It fit snugly, but I got it through and it worked first try. So that's all rigged up and good to go, and super adjustable too.

Then I showered and headed out to the skatepark. When I got there, there were 6 people there. A group of 4 kids that looked college age, and two people closer to my age that looked like a couple. I did my usual thing, showing up on my hybrid board with the AirPods in, getting my trick board out of my backpack, finishing my apple and then off I went. It's weird going to the skatepark by myself when everyone else there is a group. For me, at least. And I'm actually starting to wonder... are my AirPods sending the wrong message?

Like... I keep my volume super low and transparency mode on for safety, if anyone wants to chat I can hear them clear as day. It's a really good habit to stay in, especially when riding on streets, so you can hear cars coming. But I'm kinda wondering... does me wearing headphones send the message "don't talk to me"? Because today was the first time someone talked to me, and I feel like it was almost a fluke? Meh, that's too harsh. It was entirely thanks to her, it was 100% the woman's initiative that made it happen.

This chick who... is most likely younger than me but somewhere around my age... was standing next to me when I was skating a low box. I was really bashful being one of the worst skaters at the park. I can talk all day about how skating is not a competition and it's just you trying to improve. And I bet most of the people at the park did not give a shit. But I was pretty self conscious, I often feel like I'm just gonna get in the way or something, it's... not helpful thinking. And you know, sometimes I have good days and I don't care at all... and some days I have days like today. But I pushed through it.

The woman was short, blond, very thin. Like... almost concerningly thin. And had a lot of tattoos, including a face tattoo. This wasn't the first time I saw a face tattoo in person, but the first time I saw a decent sized one, and on a female. And it was a new experience. I'll put it that way for now and elaborate in a minute. She complimented my grip tape and I said "thank you, I did it myself." And she seemed genuinely blown away, like she legit didn't believe me. And I was like, "yeah, I did," and then said, "I'm a professional artist." I really don't know why I keep adding in the word professional. From the second I got home I've been trying to convert kicking myself over that into... "it would make me feel more comfortable if I dropped the 'professional' part. I can just say I'm an artist, that's fine." It's always the little things that get you caught up, right?

She immediately asked if I had an Instagram. I was literally going to post my progress photos of making the grip tape before leaving, and I decided not to so I could get more skate time. She gave me her phone and had me add myself to her Instagram. The whole thing was just, so goddamn alien to me. Just having another human speak to me, let alone a female around my age, let alone a human in person in close proximity to me, and having an actual conversation... it was just... I got really "what do I do with my hands" pretty quick. But that was a cool moment, it meant a lot to me.

However... yep, there's always a however... my anxiety was on the prowl today. And what I'm realizing... it's not a fun realization, but it's important. Some of the most important are the least fun, I'm starting to notice. Anxiety is... judgement. It kinda has to be, right? Like... anxiety is a defense mechanism put in place to keep you safe, right? So... what anxiety does is scan the information it's receiving and... forms a judgement of whether that is safe or a threat. Information = speaking in front of 1000 people. Anxiety = you might screw up, you might do bad, people will laugh, people will emotionally hurt you because of that. Reaction = piss yourself and avoid. So, anxiety functions as an intermediary step between information gathering and reaction. And it is quite literally a step where you are judging and categorizing info based on your past experiences.

So... what I saw was... a super thin girl, like gaunt-in-the-cheeks thin, with a face tattoo and... a big scar on her shoulder. And my anxiety reminded me that I'm in a city now. And flashed back to last summer when my highschool "best friend" told me vivid horror stories - I mean straight out of Trainspotting or Requiem for a Dream horror stories. And flashed back to the last person I met on the side of the road, who was obviously high as fuck. And I got anxious. I was afraid she was a meth head or something. I feel bad for making that snap judgement. And hell, maybe she is, who knows? But like... was it really fair of me to be cautious around her when she had given me no reason to be afraid?

I often feel like a dog that has been adopted from a shelter. Only... I haven't been adopted... I'm just sorta... out here. Alone. Trying to human, somehow. I'm always trying to keep myself safe, at all times. Wow, it's almost like I have PTSD or something, weird...

But yeah, I feel bad about being judgmental. And... despite her being around the same ability level as me... I tried to keep a little distance from her because she was there with a guy. The guy had a buzzed mohawk and was really good. Like... I'm always just in awe when I get to see talented skaters in real life, and I get so intimidated. I really hope to get over that some day. But it's just how things are for now. But I tried to keep my distance from the chick because... I didn't know if they were together and I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I obviously have pure intentions and I'm just trying to make friends... but yeah. Anxiety can be very convincing.

So... I just kinda went back to skating, doing my thing. I got a lot more comfortable with the FS half cab. I'm really starting to understand it a bit more now. When I try to whip it around, it just does not work. But if I just sorta... pop and hop, and not worry so much about facing forward right away? It works pretty smoothly. But what completely made the trick for me was just facing backwards while I set up. That just made the trick possible.

I did some pretty long boardslides on an old railroad tie that was there. But that thing was sticky as hell, and I'm not brave enough to wax something at a skatepark, honestly. Not that I have wax... I got a bit more comfortable with my nosemanual position, but I'm still figuring it out. I did a few runs of ollie onto a small box and FS 180 off. So yeah, more practice. And I had a good time. I think I was there for a good hour and I was the last one to leave.

When I left, I passed by the couple who were waiting for a ride. The guy and I exchanged our first words saying "have a good one", as I rode by on my hybrid board like some kind of cyberpunk hippie. XD After all that intimidation and "not wanting to upset him", he seemed very nice. Then I was back in bliss-mode riding down the roads with tunes on, carving and cruising. That thing is so much fun to ride, I swear. My only complaint is that my back trucks might be a tad bit too loose, but it keeps me going at a slow pace so its not so bad. And then the couple passed by me again about 2 blocks down, and we all waved at each other. So that was a good vibe to end on.

So the whole like "I was being judgmental and distant and kinda anti-social" self-flagellation didn't really start until well after I got home. And I've been pretty good at keeping it productive. I think a good habit to get into is... instead of going "why did I do ____, that was dumb..." Let me give an example. Introducing myself as a professional artist. I was kicking myself because of that. I don't like it, but when my depression and my anxiety team up... I'm severely outmatched, so... sometimes I don't win. What I'd like to do is... instead of going "why did I introduce myself as a professional artist, I have under 100 followers and she can see that, that's embarrassing," I would like to try... "ooo saying 'professional artist' is a little difficult for me right now, maybe next time I can just say 'artist', that might feel a bit more comfortable." I think that's a much more gentle way of going about it, and it's actually actionable instead of just being harsh and self-disciplinary.

Self-discipline is fucking useless when you don't have context or a plan. It's just punishment for having experienced something. It's useless and harmful. The most important part of any uncomfortable moment like that is... integrating the lesson learned. Focusing on that, rather than dwelling on the mistake portion and laying into yourself, is a really good way to break self-abuse cycles. Not easy to do, but it does good.

So, for example... I was being harsh on myself for judging this chick. Specifically, for judging her because of her scars, which she obviously can't help. And... getting personal (but I mean duh, it's a journal...) - it kinda reminded me of an ex of mine that used to cut herself. And that... was a difficult memory. Let me be super clear here, that association of mine? That's not fair to her. But it's part of what happened for me. And my self-protective centers started screaming "be careful, be aware, you've seen this before, she might self-harm".

Welp. After I got home? I skimmed over her Instagram. And she had X-Rays from a broken collarbone. And I mean fucking shattered. And I just felt so fucking bad. And I was like... I mean, in hindsight, it's hard for me to even understand how I would jump to a conclusion that someone would cut or burn themselves in such a visible and odd location. But... trauma brain does weird shit, and swears it has the best intentions.

So... what I'm struggling to do is find a way to convert that... I mean, it's clear I'm still beating myself up over it and I still feel shameful. But that's not only not healthy, it doesn't lead anywhere. I just beat myself over it until that part of my brain is tired or moves on to something else. That's... not a great way to live life. So... I'd like to actually get a lesson out of this. And I think the lesson is to not judge quite so hastily. Not assume so much.

I think a huge part of that is isolation. A huge part is being alone and having to keep myself safe. And lately I've just been erring super on the side of caution. So... I'm giving myself forgiveness for this, it's been a struggle lately. And if I see her again, I guarantee she will have had zero idea any of that happened. She probably just thought "oh, he just wants to skate," and then went and skated herself.

I just so often feel so compelled to apologize to people for things like this. Because I have so many fears of the judgement of others myself, that I have to brute force through just to take the trash out sometimes. Judgement of my skin condition. Judgement of the unique combination of frankincense, nag champa and dragon's blood that I wear instead of deodorant. Judgement of me being 36 at a skatepark and struggling to ollie on a 8" box. Judgement of be having AirPods and a hybrid board. The things that some people (like me) would go "holy shit, that's really cool!" (remember, that's a judgement too...) That force has kept me in isolation for a long time. And the more that stuff like this happens? The more I realize that those judgmental anxiety fantasies? They live in my head. That hyper-judgmental force... lives inside of me.

It lives in other people, too. Sure. Don't get me wrong. The "former friend" I was talking to the other day was being super judgmental of entire demographics based merely on... a font. Which... ironically... was the exact demographic he was from... He was ripping on "fake blue collar" people, who don't even know how to use tools and shit... and I was just... it took everything in my power to not be like... "dude, I have met your parents and been to your childhood home that was in the suburbs! I've lived here way longer than you have and I've only lived here since I was 11!" And it started to hit me. And I bet this is like... a thing, you know? Projection... right?

To find something repulsive or terrifying in others, outside of ourselves... but it's really the repulsive or terrifying thing within us. And despite me often being compulsively compassionate, I often find myself being harshly judgmental. Not nearly as much as the past, and not even a fraction of a shadow of my parents... but it's there, and it showed its ugly face today. And honestly? I'm not sure how to manage it.

Because being judgmental? Profiling people? It can keep you alive. It can help you read a situation where, otherwise, you would've gotten mugged. But being in survival mode 24/7 is no way to live, and no way to build any form of relationship. Be it a partnership, a friendship, or even an acquaintanceship.

So yeah, a lot of thoughts today. But the big things of the day - finished the grip tape (phase one), finished the beads, strung the suncatcher, and posted a photo time-lapse of the grip tape to Instagram. With music I wrote in the spring, too. Finally found use for all those random riffs I write. Time lapses, social media videos.

So yeah, feeling a big sense of accomplishment. So... I'm going to actually let myself feel that for a minute because I'm realizing... I've kinda just been turning all of this into a life lesson and I haven't really taken time to celebrate victories here. I met two new people, and they could very well turn into new friends if they frequent the park and live nearby. I finished the mandala on my grip tape. I finished the beads. I did some circus act stringing a rig on my ceiling hook. I posted one of my art pieces in a public forum. I got a lot done, and I should really be proud of that.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

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strong heart by Estefania Hiuga

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: K, Spanish, Romance & Humor, Words: 1k+, Favs: 1, Published: Nov 23, 2021 Updated: Nov 29, 2021

Chapter 1: chapters~

Hello, my name is Yamanaka. I am the sister of Inojin Yamanaka and the daughter of Sai and Ino Yamanaka. I am going to describe my physique a little.

I have black hair with blue eyes they say I have the same body as my mother, small waist, big breasts, normal hips, small height I'm 1.59

at school many boys want to go out with me because of my appearance they always tell me "go out with me beautiful" it's tiring to tell them no every time, I have the same passion for painting just like my father could say " I'm perfect"

Although many want to go out with me, I'm not interested in anyone except for "him" they will wonder who "Boruto uzumaki" a blonde boy with blue eyes and a big heart we go in the same room only I don't dare to confess my love

Boruto is a great boy he is handsome, smart, strong, tall, funny

he is an angel who fell from heaven is perfect although many girls say that it is very little I think it is everything and much more

my friend sumire always encourages me to talk to him she says we would be a perfect couple but my shyness doesn't help

The truth is that I won't let another girl notice him. I know him from head to toe.

STEFANIA HYUGA

strong heart by Estefania Hiuga

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: K, Spanish, Romance & Humor, Words: 1k+, Favs: 1, Published: Nov 23, 2021 Updated: Nov 29, 2021

Chapter 2: 2

narra tn:

October 31st, I woke up after having a wonderful dream where I was getting married to Boruto and we kissed awwww! just thinking about it makes me blush

I got up and went to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and washed my face. My mother used to say that I should always try not to have pimples because that scares the boys.

obviously I don't want to have a volcano on my face in front of boruto for the same reason I always take care of my physique and grades

I put on a white skirt, brown shoes, white lowered shirt, a brown bag with the logo of my school

I wanted to show off and get Boruto's attention, I painted my lips pink and let my hair down to finish off I adjusted my skirt making it show my curves I didn't need anything else my breasts were a little out of the normal size

I took my backpack and went to school while eating a hamburger in the car

yn: thanks for taking me to school steven

steven: it's a pleasure miss tn

as soon as i got out of the car my eyes lit up when i saw the most perfect boy in the world " boruto" with all the nerves in the world i approached him when a girl with black hair and blue eyes was going to talk to him and pushed me making me sit down

himawari: sorry!

boruto: hima ten but beware

when i raised my face boruto was offering me his hand with a little shyness i accepted it

boruto: didn't you hurt yourself?

Y/n: nn-no thank you

boruto: que alivio dattebasa

Y/n: h-how do you know my n-name?

boruto: well you are the prettiest girl in the room

I could swear my face is red

Y/n: and y-you the most g-handsome boy

What's wrong with you?! god! I am an idiot

boruto: thank you means a lot coming from you

seconds later boruto raised my chin making me see those blue eyes that drove me crazy

tn: boruto...

boruto kept looking at me i could swear he saw my lips for a few seconds

boruto: tn

Boruto took my cheek with his hand and then slowly approached him.

was this actually happening? would i kiss boruto uzumaki

boruto: you are a very special girl

I felt a small brush between our lips and then kissed me with confidence it was a nice and tender kiss, with a little nerves I corresponded to his kiss that lasted approximately 19 seconds

we separated due to lack of air seconds later I noticed the presence of someone behind when I turned around I see inojin with his fist ready

inojin: among all the girls you kissed my sister?

Y/n: run b-boruto

boruto began to run and then was chased by inojin

namida: i guess you're already his girlfriend

Y/n: I'm not

namida: then why kiss you?

namida is right why you kiss me? we are not even friends

STEFANIA HYUGA

Chapter 3: 3

narrator:

boruto: ya dejame inojin

inojin: would you like me to kiss your sister?!

boruto: no but it's not that bad

inojin: you would never understand

boruto: understand what?

inojin: my sister with all her soul dreams of you and tries to get your attention, her heart would break if an idiot like you cheated on her

boruto: inojin you know me perfectly

inojin: yes but he knows what you are capable of

boruto: look i'll go out with her and if i break her heart you'll kill me

inojin: ok...what?!

when boruto turned around he had already gone to the room where you stumbled and boruto instinctively grabbed you by the waist so as not to fall being so close made you blush

y/n: sorry boruto

boruto: okay y'all

tn blushing with a little shyness gave him a kiss on the cheek making some girls look at them

boruto: y'all i know this is too rushed but go out with me dattebasa

y/n: yes i would love to

boruto took tn's cheeks and then kissed her nervously tn put his hands on her shoulders, it was a warm and tender kiss

students: uuuhhhh!

sarada: boruto idiot you have to walk me home

sarada complained and then took boruto away, the students remained silent, as soon as he pulled boruto he fell to the floor

mitsuki: are you alright?

yn: yes thanks mitsuki

you get up with a little difficulty

mitsuki: y'all let's go to the infirmary

yn: of course my ghost

mitsuki: i didn't know that you and boruto were something

Y/n: I know it's weird

mitsuki: there is something you need to know about sarada

yn: oh? sarada? What's wrong with her?

mitsuki: she is boruto's fiancee

at that moment my heart broke was sarada boruto's fiancee?

Y/n: n-I don't think so, maybe it's with another guy

mitsuki: no sarada and boruto are going to get married because of their parents

y/n: so

mitsuki: they don't love each other... maybe sarada loves boruto but he doesn't love her

I couldn't stand it and went to look for Boruto

when i finally found him he was kissing sarada when they parted i slapped him

Y/n: take your date and shove it up your ass

Chapter 4: 4

storyteller:

boruto: wait y'all!

Without further ado, the young woman ran and stopped when she met her car with Steven

Steven: y'all miss? What shouldn't be in class?

Y/n: yes but something happened...

boruto: tn!

boruto was getting to you, she is angry, she enters the car

yn: take me home steven

steven: como the words

As soon as she gets home, relieved, she goes into her house.

ino: yn shouldn't you be in class?

Y/n: I'll tell you later

sai: where is your backpack?

Y/n: oh it's in...! I dropped her off at school!

ino: we can send steven for her

Y/n: yes thanks mom

ino: go take a bath and then tell me what happened at school

Y/n: yes

You go up to your room, take a mask and put it on your face

ino: daughter could you tell me what happened?

tn: hmm ok

ino: don't forget the avocado mask

Y/n: no mom

ino: daughter I thought about it and I think it would be a good opportunity for you to be a model

Y/n: mom I'm not like the models and you know it

ino: of course, you are almost the height of a model and you already have the body

yt: i don't want to leave mitsuki mother is my best friend

ino: I know, daughter, just reconcile it

tn: ok

seconds later steven walks in

Steven: miss you here is your backpack

tn: thanks steven could you leave it on the table?

Steven: with pleasure

yn: thanks

Steven: have a nice day miss

ino: well if you decide to try it I will leave you the letter

Y/n: ok mom

Y/n rinses his face and then puts on another mask

the young woman takes her notebooks out of her backpack when I take out the science one I notice a small sticky note

peel off the note to read it later

" You're sorry please go out with me" "boruto" you crumple the note and put it in your backpack, a knock on your door makes you distract when you turn around and see mitsuki

mitsuki: why didn't you go to school?

tn: i didn't want to go for boruto anymore

mitsuki: what happened?

Y/n: l-I saw him kiss sarada

mitsuki: oh are you alright?

Y/n: for a moment I thought it would be like in my dream but I was wrong

mitsuki: do you regret it?

Y/n: yes I regret having fallen in love with him I regret giving him my first kiss I regret trusting him

" pim pim" tn's cell phone alarm sounded

mitsuki: you should take off your mask now

yn: yes thanks mitsuki

tn rinsed his face and then put on a special cream

yn: how does it look?

mitsuki: hermosa

#boruto fanfiction

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

if it sucks, y’all gotta tell me😩🙏

for @fairyth0rns , i hope you like it

#måneskin #maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano #damiano maneskin #victoria di angelis x reader #victoria di angelis #victoria maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader #damiano david #thomas maneskin #ethan torchio #ethan torchio x reader #ethan maneskin #x reader #fanfic

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dolliedarlin · 3 years

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HHHHIIII!!! I wanted to start off by saying that I love your fics and I'm excited to see what you have in store for the future. By far my favorites are "Kiripima" and "Bakusquad P.A series".

Speaking of the "Bakusquad P.A series" imagine this- Imagine a senerio where the reader already has a child, more specifically a daughter. Like she either got hit with a quirk to make her pregnant. Or maybe her ex got her pregnant and left cause he didn't want to deal with the baby(Why do I picture all of the Bakusquad trying everything in their power to hunt him down and personally beat the sh*t out of him??)Anyways, years pass and her daughter is a teenage now. And I cackle thinking about the squad trying everything to get her daughter to like them. Also are really protective. And she did hate them at first because of ✨trust issues✨, she does warm up to them...eventually. But still pretends to hate them just to upset them😂🤣. If there's anything you want to add, feel free.😚✌🏼️ Thanks🧡❤️💛🖤💖🤍

that's so kind! thank you, dollface, i really appreciate it ^7^ and i'm so happy to hear that you enjoy both series' since they're both very dear to me too <3

(goodness...i have a lot of scenarios piled up in my ask box, i think it's time i go through them properly XD and stop keeping people waiting)

i'm already such a sucker for single parent aus! you're hitting my weak spot here!

goodness! y/n's daughter would be at that age where she's rebellious and had recently found out the truth of the situation - it's a really tense time! and y/n being the amazing mother and person she is, puts her daughter before herself every time

she does it so often and with such loyalty and dedication to her daughter's happiness, her daughter can see the boundless selflessness y/n's displaying is slowly eating away at her - y/n slowly becomes a little depressed but is always putting on a brave face for her daughter and that's when her daughter reaches out to her apologising for how selfish she was being and that she's so grateful for having such an amazing mother. this intimate exchange happens late at night when y/n is stressed and going through work in advance just to calm herself down

daughter: mum?

y/n: yes? what is it sweetheart? *quickly finishes up a not and looks away from work, paying full attention to her daughter with an exhausted smile*

daughter: *silently stares at y/n's tired but loving expression before bursting out crying and apologising profusely* i'm sorry mommy! i'm so s-...*hic* so sorry!

y/n: sweetie?! *panicks and brings daughter into her arms* what's wrong? what happened? talk to me...*gently caresses daughter's cheek, wiping away her tears and with a face full of worry*

daughter: i'm just...i'm so sorry for being so selfish all the time...i-i-! y-you deserve to find someone that really loves you a-and because i can't trust anyone you're-you're...it's just n-no one is good enough f-for you-! b-but you're s-so sad all the time now a-and i can tell! i'm not stupid *takes a shaky breath and buries her teary face into y/n neck* i just love you so much...i'm sorry for being such a horrible daughter

y/n: oh sweetheart...*smiles but tears surfacing* i love you too and you're not horrible...you're my loving daughter and you mean the world to me. please don't ever think of yourself as that; i know you're a very considerate and kind girl...*both begin crying into each other's shoulder* i love you...truly, mommy loves you...my baby

(s-such a sweet mother and daughter moment 🥺)

after this, your daughter puts in more effort to get along with the bakusuad and she instantly falls for Mina - she's been holding back the entire time actually and could finally let herself love mina as another parental figure as well as best friend. this leads to multiple girls nights inside and out. sometimes, you're all indulging in self care, painting each others' nails and putting on face masks while munching on popcorn with your favourite movies playing on in the background. other nights, you all dress up and go to a fancy restaurant or high social event where you treat yourselves like the queens you are!

the boys are jealous but they're just happy that mina was able to make that step with you and your daughter. and bc of that, they know that soon enough it'll be their turn so they wait patiently...at least, bakugou, kirishima and sero do, denki can't take waiting around - he's a do-er not a respectfully-sit-around-er! so he goes in and starts forcing small dates, buying her things and trying to get really close to her but that only make her push him away more (of course). thankfully, each time, denki tries to force any outing or presents onto her, he is stopped by sero who drags him away pitifully. it comes to a point where your daughter has sero's number on speed dial just to keep denki in check. eventually, sero starts bonding with her more than denki.

it's not fair so denki openly protests and sulks until your daughter finally gives in only to have more fun with the duo than she'd like to admit. the outings they take her to are so adventurous and despite it being out of her comfort zone, they take such good care of her and treat her so gently that she can't help but love them for their fun antics and chaos; their kindness and patience.

all this progress makes her begin wondering about bakugou and kirishima. they're both pretty popular and, therefore, busy pro heroes so she can understand them not having the time to bond with her like the others but it does hurt her to know that they aren't putting in as much effort as the others. that same hurt quickly turns into bitterness and spite for the two before the others quickly make all of that disappear

Sero: you know...since i told kirishima you liked that amusement park so much, he rented it out for us to go crazy in this weekend.

daughter: really?! b-but what about the people at the resort that comes with the park? *sero slowly begins to grin toothily as daughter gasps* omg! he booked that too?!

*another time*

denki: y'know bakugou went to your tai kwon do tournament yesterday *laughs* and he gave y/n the day off so they both went to see you. they took lots of pictures too since sero, mina and i couldn't come with patrols and all!

daughter: b-but why didn't he tell me or greet me, even? *in disbelief, whispers to herself* why did i only see mum?...

denki: he said he didn't want to put you in an awkward place, him being the number one hero and all and besides! you were the champion! he wasn't about to take the spotlight away from someone so well deserving of it *wink*

daughter: *blushes and smiles softly* my old man isn't like that at all...

soon enough, she opens her heart to them and now you're all a big and happy family! isn't that fun and happy? ^7^ that is...until she and y/n both find out the entire squad hunted down your horrible ex/her deadbeat dad and sent him to jail for unpaid child support and unlawful use of his quirk. you both found out through the news and through the fancy dinner and weekend beach resort get-away (plus more) they treated you two to, using the same money that disgusting guy owed you ;)

happy happy happy all around!

(please excuse the lack of proofreading and editing, this was basically a mind blurt XD)

#love; dollie #the p.a series imagine #imagine single parent reader #this became longer than it needed to be #gotta add this to the master list

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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TRIPLE TROUBLE

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Warnings- Language, extreme smut (I think most of it is just smut 😅), extreme cuteness.

Summary- Who knew moving into a new apartment would be so much fun if you have triplets as your neighbors. How much trouble can Peter, Tom and Arvin cause? only a lot...

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS OPEN |

PART 2

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There you were standing below a building in front of the entrance with the truck that carried your stuff on your left and surrounded by utter commotion. Why were you here again? Oh yes, you had to move out of your apartment because your godforsaken landlord, well ex-godforsaken landlord had to hike up the rent. You couldn't pay that much of an amount just for your rent to live in that matchbox of a place. Of course it had a nice view, office was closer but the world had to adjust and so did you.

"Miss we are done unloading!" grunted the man. You flinched because of his tone but then you realize you had to pay the man. After fetching a couple of bucks and paying the man, you started your journey to the fifth floor because the lift decided to sleep that day, the very day you had to move and who were your travel buddies? fourteen cartons. Why did you have so much luggage in the first place? you could literally contemplate your life's decision in the time you would have to waste carrying each one them, one by one to your apartment. "Fuck man!" you cursed as you kicked an imaginary rock to let out a bit of your frustration.

Where was your boyfriend when you needed him? oh how could you forget! He cheated on you. There you have it, your life. You stopped thinking as you picked one of your box, just then you heard a voice, "Do you need help?" that angel asked you and you would have cried. you looked at him and you were mesmerized with his curls and a jawline that could cut paper.

"Is it that evident?" you asked and he chuckled. "Are you new here?" he asked picking up one of the boxes. "Yes, my name is Y/N I moving in to 503" you informed as you picked one yourself. He looked at you wide eyed with ripples on his forehead. "Oh so you are the new neighbor. Hello there my name is Peter. W- I live in 502" he smiled as you both entered the building. The work got done easily with someone helping you out. The view from here was not that great, all you could see was your neighbor's balcony. Peter joked that this way you could meet each other every day.

Oh wasn't that guy an absolute sweetheart. If he had a little bit of attitude he would totally be your type. He left after wishing you a good night and flashing that beautiful smile of his, damn you could melt. After moving so many boxes and climbing up and down the stairs, tiredness captured you. You changed into your pajamas and finished the pizza that you had earlier ordered and slept on the couch. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, after all those boxes had to be unboxed.

You woke up to someone's washing machine's sound. You were pretty sure that washing machine was trying to run away because of low maintenance. You tried not to stumble over you unpacked luggage as you walked down your hallway tying your hair up in a bun.

Your scrunchie that was tugged onto teeth as you were getting your disheveled hair together fell to the ground. There was a girl sitting on top of the washing machine, naked and the guy was busy eating her out. You sprinted into your room as you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes. You could feel your panties dampening because of her moans that were getting louder by the second. Luckily they took their show inside and you could finally breathe. Well, you didn't expect the view to be like that. Your neighbor with someone. Wait a minute, your neighbor, Peter?

"Wow" was all you could say before brushing your teeth and taking a bath. You never felt so ridiculously single before as you felt now. "fuck my life" was the mantra you kept chanting as you put on your shirt. "Idiot" you grunted as you realized that all your pants were packed and there was nothing you could put on below your shirt. Maybe except for the pencil skirt that somehow managed to escape and you had put it in your handbag as you found it at the last moment.

"Ah yes" you said grabbing the file which you were supposed to hand in today. You locked your door, double checked it and pressed the lift button.

As you were waiting for the lift, you heard Peter's door click open and the girl you saw today morning, yes the one sitting naked on the washing machine, made her way out. Her stumbling feet and incapability to even walk straight summarized her night. "Didn't she have a good time?" you thought to yourself and chuckled as she dared to take the stairs. Who takes the stairs when you have a perfectly fine lift?

"Good morning?" a very heavy voice said behind you. You turned behind to take a better look at him. "Good morning uh..Peter" you said obviously uncomfortable because he still smelt like sex.

"Oh yes me, Peter" he said laughing hysterically. You gulped as you stepped away from him. Sure you wanted him to have attitude but this is not what you expected. His cute little eyes were all hooded and spoke a different language today. As if you met someone else yesterday.

"Are you going up or down?" you asked in effort to change the topic as he walked closer towards you. "Going down kitten" he panted and smirked sheepishly. You could feel his breath as his hands checked you out. He smiled and started to walk away. He looked at you one last time before he locked his door. "Oh God" was all you could say as you clutched your shirt together. You would lie if you didn't feel aroused. Of course he was weird, hell, he was kind of a boy all mothers tell their daughters to be aware off. But this guy had a lot of surprises and were you gonna figure all of them out? Fuck yeah.

After handing over your file to your senior, you took the rest of the day off. On your way back to your apartment, you spotted a café. It was rustic and elegant and beautiful paintings hung on the wall. You stepped up to the cashier to place your order.

"Hi how may I help you?" gleamed the guy. Your smile disappeared when you looked at him. "Peter?" you questioned in confusion. "Peter?" he questioned back. "Uh we met today morning. Don't you remember? You helped me with the boxes too?" you explained. "Are you Y/N?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes" you replied in confusion. "Hi my name is T- Peter." he introduced himself. "yeah I know" you smiled embarrassingly. He noticed your expression and took a deep breath. "Miss Y/N why don't you have a seat? I think we need to talk." he spoke as if in an attempt to not mess things up.

You decided to sit down and talk to him. And you did. You realized he owned this café and a couple more around the city. His gentlemanly behavior was like a spell that enticed you. You could listen to him for hours. His honey glistened tone played their tricks on you.

"Why don't you come over for drinks tomorrow? We can spend a bit more time together" he suggested in a calm tone as he walked you towards your apartment. "Sure. Does 7 sound good?" you asked as you looked for your keys. "Perfect actually, we all will be home by then." "Great, I will see you tomorrow then" you said as you locked the door. What a strange guy? If someone would come and tell you that you saw three different versions of the same guy, you wouldn't be surprised.

You stood in pale pink dress that rested your hips and covered you till your mid thigs, that you hunted from your closet. You had spent the entire day unboxing and setting up your apartment. It was almost 7 and you were a bit tired but you would throw your away for the little get together you had with Peter.

Now standing outside their door clutching to the scented candle, you rang their bell. He opened the door and gestured you to come in. "In here" he said pointing towards a room that was co-joined with the balcony. As you were walking towards that room, you saw a photo frame. Your heart dropped. "Fucking triplets?" you murmured. "Hey kitten" "Hi Y/N" two voices spoke. You flinched at the sudden sound and they stood right behind you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" you blurted out your question. You were no longer worried if you sounded rude. "All this time I thought I--you were lying to me?" you asked. "Y/N please listen" Peter spoke, the cute little one you had met for the first time.

You sat down, when they all started explaining themselves. First the other two introduced themselves. The guy near the lift was Arvin and the guy you had met at the café was Tom. Peter told you that he was the one who had started all this confusion because he fell for you at the first sight. He knew Erwin and Tom would like you too and how right he was.

"Peter couldn't control his excitement when he told us about you." Tom said caressing Peter's hair. All the anger somehow melted and turned into a genuine smile. Peter blushed when he saw you smiling, the same smile he fell in love with, they all did.

"Look I had a break up recently. He cheated on me and I might have a tough time adjusting to have another person in my life so soon and three of you together would be overwhelming so can we take it slow? like get to know each other first." you suggested to which Arvin sat down next to you.

"Take all the time you need kitten, we will be right here" he said as he stroked your hair. Soon he was joined by Tom, "1 month, spend one month with us and if its too much for you we will respect your decision." he said as he squatted down to your level. "Okay" you said after thinking about it for five minutes. Peter, baby walked to you and rested his head on shoulder as he sat next to you. Giggles filled the room as Tom cracked his bad jokes. Oh dear the three of them were walking trouble, triple trouble.

Now that you knew about their little secret, they took turns in spending time with you. Everyday Tom would drop you to your office and Arvin would pick you up. Peter would spend the weekends with you. Sometimes all the four of you went on a drive together. Peter would hold on to you as he clutched you from behind when you sat on the passenger seat.

1 month passed away like a jiffy taking away all the confusion and panic you had about being in a polyamories relationship and were you whipped for them. Of course you were.

It was a Sunday, exactly 1 month later, here you were sitting on the couch with all three of them. "So what do you think?" Tom asked you as he pulled you closer. "Do like us now?" Peter asked you with his puppy eyes. "I have always liked you but" you smiled as you continued, "I love you, all the three of you." you smiled with how fast Peter started crying after you finished. Arvin came close to you as he caressed your cheek.

Tom pulled you in for a kiss. His tender lips felt so soft on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he could easily slip his tongue in your mouth. Arvin dragged his lips on your neck, marking you as his, their's. Never breaking the kiss Tom dragged the zip of your dress exposing your black lace. "So pretty" Arvin moaned as he took notice of your exposed self.

You broke the kiss as your eyes landed on Peter. Tom and Arvin sensed you pulling away and looked at each other. "Peter is it too much for you? if you don't want-" "No" Peter's sudden confession stopped you midway.

"I want this, I do want you but I have never done it before." Peter confessed embarrassingly. You smiled as you pulled him close to you. "It's okay I will take care of you, don't you worry." As you pulled his pant's zip down exposing the dent that he was trying hide, Tom chuckled. Peter whimpered when you fetched his member out the confines and licked off the leaking precum. Tom slid your bra away and Arvin had his hands exploring your womanhood.

You licked a wide strip, leaving Peter withering above you. He clutched your hair when you suddenly made eye contact with him and pushed you down on his cock. His cock was girthy and long with made arousal drip from your pussy. Arvin was quick to spread your arousal, lubricating you. Tom had one of your nipple in his mouth as he lay below you.

Peter's girthy cock sat at the back of your throat leaving him in all moans. Suddenly Arvin pushed one of his digits in your leaking pussy. The sudden intrusion choked a moan out of you. The vibration of your moan had Peter's head falling back in pleasure. "You like that, kitten? You like my fingers in you?" you swallowed at Arvin's filthy words. "Do you want him to fuck you with his fingers, fuck you till you are shaking?" Tom said while rubbing your nipples together at the same time. Arvin rubbed your clit with his thumb as you bobbed you head up and down on Peter's cock.

"Such a good pussy, Tom" Arvin panted. "Vin' e-every time you talk like that, she s-swallows and it feels so fucking good." Peter said in between his moans. "Yeah? you like it when we talk dirty?" a sudden slap sent vibration throughout your pussy and you swallowed your moan. That was it for Peter, he came in your mouth and you could feel hot cum filling your throat.

You popped off of Peter's cock as Arvin pulled you backwards and kissed you. It was messy and rough and you loved it. "Do you want Tom to fuck you?" Arvin asked. On his cue Tom pulled out his cock and slid a condom on it and lined up at your entrance. "P-Please" you managed to say while Arvin continued to rub your clit. "Please what kitten?" he pushed you towards your edge. "Please fuck me" you moaned. "Fuck her Tom and don't cum till I say" Arvin commanded.

Peter took one your nipples in his mouth as he Arvin pushed through your velvety folds slowly allowing you to adjust. Arvin wasn't as girthy as Peter but he was longer than him. Tom bottomed out with a grunt, "so tight and wet. N-Not gonna last".

"P-Please m-move" you mumbled and it was enough for Tom to fetch out his cock completely and slam it in again. Soon he set a pace which had you writhing under him.

With Tom fucking you at a past that has you drifting to heaven and Arvin rubbing you clit vigorously with Peter sucking your nipples together was enough to send you over the edge. "Can I cum, Pplease?" you panted. "Not yet kitten" with that soon Arvin replaced his thumb with his tongue. "Come on kitten cream all over his cock. need you taste you." he said and it was enough for you to let go.

You had never cum this hard in your life. You could feel Tom's softening cock slip out of your pussy and Arvin was kind enough to clean all the mess with his tongue. The overstimulation was too much for you so you came second time that night.

All the three of you were staring at the ceiling, panting when you spoke, "Oh I am definitely into trouble".

"Triple Trouble" all of them spoke together.

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A/N- Hey guys, so this is just another fic in my draft. Tumblr is making me write all my fantasies and do I like it? I freaking love it.

I am thinking about posting a Sebastian Stan fic so if you have any requests please send them to me. I have been waiting to write a fic on him.

Oh ok on heavy request, HEAVY request there will be a part 2 of this fic..damn guys I received so many asks for this one 😂

for part 2 I didn't really plan anything it was just going to be a simple fic but look how that turned out to be?

if you have any specific plot for part 2 send me in your request i will definitely go through it..

Love yourself..you are worth it ❣❣

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Happily ever after (Yandere Overblot Vil x reader)

I just want to post my poetry about them at this point.

SPOILERS BELOW FOR NEW CHAPTER

Thank you to @flowerofthemoonworld for the gif

The graceful little prefect as you were titled in his head. Looks were above average in his honest opinion. Your hair would gleam in the sunlight one day as you sat by the base of the tree, and your eyes have a docile look in them that'd make your innocence more apparent. Rook was with you during that time which was when he first saw you up close, before any of this mess with the VDC arose.

When he finally caught the attention of both students, Rook was the first one to speak up.

"Ah, Roi du Poison were you in need of my services?"

"Pardon me to interrupt but I need to borrow my vice dorm head for some important matters."

"Ah, it's fine Vil-senpai. See you later then." With that the two were off to Pomeifore and Vil couldn't help but wonder.

"Rook what were you and the Ramshackle prefect conversing about just now?" He only asked because he knew Rook would occasionally behave in a way that would bring trouble and with that prefect with him more than likely it would.

"Curious? Mademoiselle Trickster and I were discussing the art of poetry of which she partakes in! Isn't it wonderful to write your feelings down with such passion it truly is magnifique!" After that Vil stopped listening and confided himself to his own thoughts.

'Poetry?'

That contradicted all of his thoughts on the prefect. He had caught word around the school about the prefect who hanged with two troublesome first years and always would be caught up in trouble. To hear him say poetry of all things definitely changed his mind a fraction about her overall personality. Not to mention her visage while she sat there in depth with whatever she was writing was one that someone would think brought out of a painting.

When the VDC training camp started he noticed more of her small quirks. She was neat and tidy, even if the whole dorm wasn't clean the used areas were. She was polite asking to help set the table or clean dishes with him. They didn't talk much but he noticed all of them. He definitely misjudged the prefect. She was a nice person. He understood why Epel got along with them. She wasn't a particularly bad influence on him.

There was something that annoyed him though.

The sparkles that would appear in your eyes. Just yesterday you complimented Jamil on his voice not only that but everyone else too. Except him.

He heard you talking once about Epel and what he did was wrong and wasn't right in your eyes. Yet you know nothing about what he's been through!

Just once he would have loved to see his effort noticed by her!

Is that too much to ask?!

He's always made out to be the villain in the stories!

He's never heard you compliment him before not only that but those poems. Rook told him that you write them for people your fond of and say them to that person.

Why hasn't he gotten one yet? Is he not good enough?!

All those sorts of thoughts kept piling up in his head. That is until his prayers were finally answered.

She heard him asking his phone the same question yet again.

"Mira, mira who is the fairest one of them all?"

With the same response he was about a second from crushing the phone in his hands. His anger growing from the lack of acknowledgement of his own hard work for the world to see. That's when she spoke up.

"Villains and heroes are fantasy.

This is reality.

And from what I see, the fairest one of all is beautiful blonde in front of me." It was a short poem, but one that spoke a thousand words despite its simplicity.

He turned to see her determination in her eyes. The spark in them did ignite something in his heart.

"It's not finished yet but I thought you might need to hear it now." She said it with such sincerity it caught him off guard a bit.

Why would she do that for him?

He couldn't answer the question himself but it did strengthen his resolve to over come the challenge and become the fairest. Because he had realized on that very day that he fell in love with you. Maybe he hadn't realized those words were to stop him from going on with the silly goal he yearned for.

The VDC was supposed to be his chance. If he could best him then he could prove himself worthy then he could confess and all would be well when you said yes. That comment on Neige's commercial didn't slip passed his ears. He had to prove he was better and winning would do just that.

But when his plans fell apart and you stood against him with a look of what was slight disappointment, and betrayal mixed into one, he couldn't help but to let his mind fall apart from losing one of the things he had tried so hard to gain.

Neige surpassed him again. He was tired of it, sick of it. And the outcome of it was showing her his most ugliest side, well that just won't do will it?

He'll just have to make you see how lovely he can be for you, how beautiful he is and that will be all of what you see.

Increasing the cloud of smoke within the coliseum more of his former team and managers coughed, trying their best not to inhail the smoke that would bring them their untimely demise. It didn't matter to him those who saw his ugly side needed to die and not tell anyone else.

That's when he swept her away, off her feet into where the backstage room was located. Just like a hero was supposed to. With a wave of his hand the purple smoke disappeared within the area and went back outside to the stage. Her coughs died down and Vil smirked down at the beautiful sight before him of someone he longed for.

"What's wrong my darling doll?" He had a smirk on his face seeing his efforts not be wasted for once felt overwhelmingly good to him.

"I'm sorry you have to suffer like this," he floated toward, her coughing fit was slowly going away and she gazed at him backing away from him in fear.

He noticed this of course what didn't he notice about her.

"Glancing at this ugly side you see before you, it's okay I understand. But don't worry, such a beautiful flower will never have its petals plucked again, for I will make sure of it. You won't have to remember seeing such an ugly side of again." Gently grasping her chin and touched the crown placed on his head aa he started to speak.

"To the first who looks into the wearer's eyes will fall in love until they die." Within the seconds he finished his chant her gaze was no longer of fear.

Nothing but admiration and adoration was visible in her eyes. It was perfect to Vil. Placing a gentle kiss on her lips which she returned eagerly. He had a gentle smile on his face a complete contrast to his current form reeking an aura of darkness and pure evil.

"You won't even remember seeing me, cause now all you'll see is my beauty and mine alone, my darling doll." Seems being a villain was far more worth it than he had actually made it out to be. The results of it were better than trying to play nice. He finally got his happily ever after.

Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere vil #twst vil #vil schoenheit

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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restart | four

[ SEQUEL TO PERFECTLY WRONG ] | [ series masterlist ]

summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy, lots of insecurities and overthinking, angst, crying, bar scene, alcohol consumption, flashback scene in the middle of the chapter, a lil sprinkle of fluff, implied sexual content, bickering/arguments

note: honestly, this was ALSO not supposed to get this long but like… 🙃 here we are lol

tags: @enchantaeduniverse @thedarkwinterrose @sapphirejeon @jwlmnbt @bluesharksandfish @ra-mun-e @brightcolorsoffendme @jungcrookthecookbook @sunniejinnie (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Okay, I think that's it." You said, hands on your hips as you and Jungkook walked through your door for the final time.

"What are you selling, the world?" He huffs and puffs.

"For someone who works out often, you complain a lot." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Where's Tae?"

"Sleeping still." He nods.

"Oh, okay. Ready to go then?" You nodded silently as you grabbed your bag to hitch a ride to the café with Jungkook since he was working today. He starts to talk about the girl who works with you two and how he thinks she's a little cutiepie. He has such a silly crush on her that his cheeks are lightly rose tinted every time he talks about certain encounters they've had. You're happy to see him happy, and you tell him to keep pursuing it since she's a super sweet girl. However, part of you is sad solely because you couldn't say you were 100% happy at this moment. You wish you were, but these problems were hindering you from feeling complete. You just wanted to get past this page in the book.

As soon as you both get to the cafe, you start unloading his trunk and getting everything inside. Jungkook claims he has the last two bags covered, so you walk to the back and take breather just to gather yourself before setting up. But you truly didn't expect to lose it right then and there.

"Okay! I got all the— Y/N?" Jungkook instantly worries when he sees you crying into your hands in the backroom and hurries over to you. "Hey, woah. What's going on?" He gets in front of you, gently trying to pry your hands off of your face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." You continue to cry as he successfully removes your hands from your face.

"Sorry for what? What's going on?" He wipes your tears with his sweater and lifts your chin to look at you in the eye.

"Nothing."

"The day barely started and you're already crying in the backroom." He says softly. "Don't try and lie to me."

"I just don't know what's going on between me and Tae and it's stressing me out."

"What's going on? Same stuff?" You nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You tell him about how he had been super weird about taking Jimin's help and how you both got into a huge argument about it. Then, you told him how last night ended [sparing your poor bestfriend the details] and how you couldn't help but feel used because he simply dismissed you, which is very unlike Taehyung when it comes to arguments and disagreements. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know he's going through a rough time, but Tae also needs to respect you and look at you as his partner, not someone who's also attacking him or against him. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No." Simply, no. Because you never get your friends involved like that. You just don't, no matter how much they wanna help. "He looks at me like I am, especially after this whole Jimin thing. I don't wanna say it's stupid because I don't wanna discredit his feelings, but god. Like, should I just do this on my own? Tell Jimin to forget it?"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're already getting a good start on your goals, Y/N. Don't let that go because of everything going on. Give him some time and space."

"I have been. For awhile now." You sat, feeling completely defeated already, tears still coming down your cheeks.

"Here, I'll go set up and I can take over the table for a bit. I'll ask Isabella if she can cover for a quick second." He stands in front of you, hands out to help support you as if you had lost your footing.

"No, I'll be fine—"

"Y/N, just sit. Okay?" He gives off a small sigh. "Just sit for a second and let yourself take a breather." He gently sits you down and makes sure you don't get up by slowly backing away from you.

"Kook, this isn't Marco Polo."

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't run off because you're stubborn!"

"Hey!" Isabella comes running in, a little confused as to what's happening.

"Hey, can you cover me at the front for a bit?" Jungkook stands back upright in a normal position to ask her sweetly, hands tucked behind his back as he bounced on his feet. This boy.

"Yeah, of course Jungkook." She blushes.

"Thanks. I'll be right back." He gives you a quick look before dashing off. You lay your head onto your arms as they rest on the table, a small headache forming at the center of your forehead.

"You okay, Y/N?" Isabella asks softly as she puts her things away.

"Yeah, sorry. Just a really weird day yesterday."

"I'm sorry." You feel her hand caress your back. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" She says before shuffling herself out of the room. To be honest, you had no idea what was going on with you, and why you were feeling this way. You were just so sick and tired. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

This was slowly taking a toll on you, and you weren't even sure if Taehyung realized what he was doing was hurting you in the process.

He can't say he does.

Tae set the weights down back onto the rack aggressively before sitting on the bench, watching Jimin finish his set. They had been working out after lunch, Jimin calling him shortly after Taehyung had fully woken up.

"Are you gonna go to the café after this?" Tae shrugged.

"I don't know, Y/N said she didn't need help and wouldn't be there all day."

"You won't even visit for a bit?" Jimin asks. Usually Tae was rushing to get back to you, but he knew everything that had been going on had been affecting your relationship to an extent.

"We'll see."

"You two coming to the bars tonight then?"

"What are we celebrating again?"

"Nothing. Just getting together like old times. I told Kook, Hobi and Yoongi. They're down." Tae nodded.

"Joon, too?"

"Joon, too."

"Me and Y/N will probably go but I don't think we'll stay long. She has to do that thing at the school—" He scratched his head. "The thing— the exhibit and talking to incoming art students or whatever." Jimin chuckled at how Tae couldn't get his words out.

"It's not whatever."

"You know that's not what I mean." Tae rolled his eyes at him, annoyed all over again at how Jimin had been kissing your ass lately. Cause fuck, the way Jimin had been painting himself as a knight in shining armor, an angel even, was pissing him the fuck off. It made him feel like he wasn't doing enough to support you, or like you couldn't turn to him for help. He hated that feeling, even though he had been rude as hell and showing it in a different way.

"That's fine. Just come out and hang out for a bit." Jimin sighed as he sat on the bench next to him, drinking some water before placing the bottle back down on the ground. "You two doing okay?"

"Yeah, what makes you think we aren't?" Tae asks, getting defensive. Jimin quickly eyes him, reading his body language. He knew Taehyung so well - so fucking well that he knew almost immediately when things were taking a toll on him. Things liiiike.. his parents. As a prime example. Jimin knew Taehyung and his parents obviously didn't have the best relationship, and he knew he took things to heart whenever his father got on him about stupid shit [just like he did over that dinner]. Taehyung wasn't one to show emotion much; he liked showing people he was mentally tough and that he could handle whatever came his way. For the most part, it was true. But, Jimin and Namjoon also knew he wasn't always like that, especially when it came to things that mattered the most to him - his family and you. Taehyung hated to admit it but his family's opinion of him was important no matter what. He was hard on himself because he wanted them to be proud. He wanted to actually feel like he had been doing something good for once. He was still longing for that feeling no matter what he said or did. It was a never-ending battle; like a plot with no happy ending in sight.

"I'm just asking." Jimin threw up his hands, showing that he wasn't suggesting anything behind the harmless question.

"We're fine. I know she's been stressed lately because of work and her art."

"Mmm."

"It's funny." Taehyung chuckles at himself.

"What's funny?" Jimin laughed a bit, confused.

"I didn't expect to be caught up in her like this. After Hana, messing around with all these girls. She's my fucking fiancé."

"Yeah and you better not fuck that up." Jimin stands to gather his things.

"You sound like my dad." Tae jokes, even though he was pretty offended.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to." Jimin instantly apologizes, knowing everyone had been walking on eggshells around Taehyung lately. "She's a good girl, you've got it good."

Taehyung softly smiles at the thought of you, but he wasn't gonna lie, he was hurt by Jimin's statement. Call him sensitive or whatever, but he wasn't feeling the fact that people were constantly looking at him as a fuck up and hinting at it. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme lately. "You ready?" Tae sighs before grabbing his stuff. They get into his car, departing from the gym to make their way to Jimin's so he can get dropped off before Tae heads home. Taehyung replays yesterday's events in his head, which instantly irks him all over again. But, he has such a soft spot for you that he feels terrible for having been too harsh about it. He was still upset, and he wasn't gonna let up on his feelings. But he knew he should have been better about how he approached it. He knew better than that. He's learned to do better.

➤ FLASHBACK

Taehyung excitedly parks his car at the café to surprise you for your pop up today. He had been working endlessly to finish off finals strongly, and he had been so busy that he hadn't really gotten a chance to help you or support you. He felt terrible about it because you were his babygirl and he wanted nothing but to spoil you for all the hardwork you've been putting in.

He creeps up behind you, bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. "Excuse me, miss." He says lowly near your ear.

"Holy fuck!" You say as he startles you. "Babe, what the hell! Don't do that!" He laughs.

"What's cookin', goodlookin'?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making you chuckle. "These are for you." He smiles toothlessly as he hands you the pretty bouquet. "And your favorite!" He hands you a Mcflurry cup.

You squeal. "Oreo Mcflurry! Aw, thank you baby." You place a quick kiss on his lips. "But don't ever scare me like that!" You playfully hit his chest, causing him to erupt in laughter.

"You should've seen your face."

"Ha-ha, very funny." You rolled your eyes, causing him to pinch your cheeks.

"How's it going?"

"Welp, I'm almost out for the day." You giggle. "I, uh, may have underestimated." You look down at his hoodie, realizing it was one of the hoodies you had made for a previous collection you sold at Jin's. "Waaaow, cute sweater, who made it?"

"Mm, I don't know if you know her. Her name's Y/N."

"Uh huh?" You nod, hand on your hip, waiting to hear more.

"She stands about this tall." He lowers himself close to the ground, causing you to laugh. "Cute, right? She's beautiful, incredibly smart and sexy. Brilliant visual designer and illustrator. Packed with hella attitude." He pretends to ponder on his thoughts. "I could go on about her, really. She's one of a kind."

"Cute. She must feel lucky." You smile.

"I know, I'd feel lucky if I knew me too." You roll your eyes and playfully hit him. "Ah, I'm kidding." He pulls you into a hug. "I keep this sweater in my trunk."

"Oh, so you keep it in your trunk just for emergency wear?" You sarcastically ask as he holds you from behind.

"Yeah, and cause it's the only sweater I'd choose to wear out of the hundreds I own." You smile up at him. "Mhm, not gonna try and win that one." He places a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek before pulling away. "Show me. How can I help my pretty baby today?"

➤ END FLASHBACK

"Hey, I can't stay out late tonight because of the event tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung says softly.

"Please don't drink too much."

"I wooooooon't." He whines with a small sigh, also slightly offended at that statement. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the fact that his own father painted him in such a negative light that everything seemed off to him lately. Like people were just out to get him or constantly looking down at him and his actions. A personal attack at who he was. It was slowly piling up for him and he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.

You prepared a quick dinner while he hopped in the shower. You set his plate aside before taking a look at the mail that had come in today.

Bills, bills and more bills.

You sighed to yourself as it felt like you had just paid things off, but clearly not. Moving into Taehyung's wasn't the greatest idea, being that his space was much more expensive than yours. But, he did have the space you needed for your work. There was money left, but you knew it wouldn't last forever. You hated tapping into your savings and whipping out your credit cards because you wanted to keep yourself clean as much as possible. However, that was proven difficult as of late. It was a sacrifice, especially since Taehyung had cut off his mother's help. Taehyung's pride was such a curse sometimes.

You shook your head, already finalizing the fact that you would deal with it later. You had began to set your things aside for the new student event tomorrow morning. You figured you'd get there early to set up and make your table at neat and cute, so you didnt have to worry much about it right now.

Taehyung comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, hair slicked back and wet. You turn to face him, your eyes wandering down to his chest and bottom area. God, why was he so beautiful? It wasn't fair. You loved him so much that you could crumble even being upset. He talks a whole lot about you being the death of him, when really, this man is going to be the death of you. Truly. There's no debate about it.

Getting to the bar, you both immediately spot your friends in the corner, a huge tower of beer decorating the center of the table. Jimin is the first to stand, coming towards you two with a huge smile on his face.

"Friends!" Jimin yells. "Drink!" He says, holding up two shot glasses.

"Fuck, man." Taehyung says taking the glass. "We just got here."

"So! Y/N needs to be home early remember?" He watches wide-eyed as you two take the shot and make sour faces at each other.

"Okay, I'm good." You say, being that you were the DD tonight. Taehyung could enjoy himself if he wanted to [to an extent], but you definitely needed to be in tip top shape to be a good role model to those incoming art students tomorrow.

Throughout the night, the bar starts to get packed from end to end, you and your friends staying at the table and keeping to yourselves. You could tell Taehyung was crossing the line of pretty fucking drunk, which somewhat bothered you. You literally just told him to take it easy tonight - just for one night - so you could do what you need to do tomorrow.

"Hey." Jimin comes next to you, swinging his arm over your shoulder like he always does. "One more shot?" You give him a toothless smile. Ugh, why the hell not? Your man was drunk, and Jimin had only been helpful lately. You could at least return the favor by taking a shot with him.

"What are we drinking to?"

"You." He smiles. "Your shop. Your art. It'll only go up from here, yeah?" He rose his shot glass up before clinking it against yours and taking it to the neck.

"Mkay, that does it for me." You chuckle. "Thanks for the shot."

"No problem. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You looked at your watch. "Should probably get out of here soon, but Tae looks like he's enjoying himself. I don't wanna drag him out of here."

"We can just bring him home." You shake your head worriedly.

"I don't wanna leave without him." Jimin chuckles and looks over at Taehyung.

"He'll be okay and you'll be just fine tomorrow. Besides, you can make up all the bullshit in the world to tell the incoming students, they'll believe it either way."

"That's mean." You chuckle.

"Come. Let's dance!" Jimin says, leading the way to the empty space near the table. Everyone gets up to dance, Taehyung slipping himself behind you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Can I at least get one minute with my lady without Jimin interrupting?" He says in your ear.

"Taehyung." You flatly say, looking back at him.

"That's your mad face." He holds you tightly from behind as he sways you from side to side.

"I'm not mad."

"Mhm." He kisses the back of your head. "Why don't you have fun with me for a little? We'll go home after this." You couldn't even stay mad at him, with that fucking frustratingly handsome face of his. He was definitely drunk though, you could smell the whiskey lingering on his breath as he danced with you for a bit. You let him be, just so you wouldn't trigger anything within drunk Taehyung. Everyone around you was having a good time, the feeling of nostalgia hitting you pretty hard. You missed the days where you could get together and go to parties after a long week of school. Or, when you would tease the fuck out of Taehyung as his fuckbuddy during parties, or at the clubs. You know, before graduation and responsibilities happened.

But as one hour turned into two, and two turned into three, you found yourself getting restless. It was nearing 2AM and you had to be at the school by 8am - even earlier just to set your table up. You made your way to the bathroom, hoping Tae would get the point and start getting himself ready to leave.

Right.

Once you were out the bathroom, he'd realize you had been gone for a little and start saying his goodbye's. He'd realize time got to the best of him. Right?

"It's a fucking good time tonight!" Jimin tells Namjoon, laughing with him as he watches Joon act a fool with his dance moves.

"I'm sure it is, since you've been in Y/N's space the entire night." Taehyung says it jokingly, but he doesn't realize it only comes off that way in his head. Jimin furrows his brows at him, his high quickly dying with Taehyung's unnecessary comment.

"Don't start with all that. Not tonight. Everyone's having a good time--"

"Or what, Jimin?" Taehyung chuckles like the petty ass he can be. "You know it's true. Don't you think it's a little disrespectful to be crossing boundaries?"

"Hey, let's step back for a bit." Jungkook lightly tugs on Taehyung's arm as he hears the conversation going south quickly. But Taehyung breaks from his grip, stepping forward towards Jimin.

"You really think I would do that to you?"

"Haven't you already? Swinging your arms around her and shit, being all angelic--"

"Tae, come on. That's enough. Don't." Namjoon steps in the middle. "Let's go outside to get some air."

"You really wanna make me look that bad in front of my own girl?" Jimin lightly pushes him away, Taehyung getting too into his space.

"Enough." Namjoon shakes his head, aggressively stepping in the way to create distance. Taehyung shakes his head and walks off, the rest of the group watching as he walks. You finish off in the bathroom, assuming Tae was already getting ready to go. However, you realize your assumption of leaving by the time you're back is absolutely incorrect because when you get to the table, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Tae?" Kook looks at you frazzled, before his eyes begin to pan the room again.

"Look, don't freak out, but him and Jimin just got into it and he walked off."

"What the hell do you mean they got into it and he walked off?"

"It's nothing, Tae is just drunk—" Kook squeezes your wrist and shakes his head.

"No, it's not just nothing because you and I both know how he's been feeling lately." You run your hand through your hair. "What did he say?"

"He just got into it about Jimin getting close to you lately, and how he felt like he was disrespecting boundaries." You sigh heavily.

"Fuck."

"We have an issue." Namjoon comes back from out of the blue. "He's not around."

"What do you mean?! Where did he go?" You run your hand through your hair.

"Okay, let's not panic." Jungkook tries to relax you. "Let me go check the bathrooms." Namjoon nods as he continues to look around the room.

"Please? We should get home." He nods to you before he's off to check for Tae in the bathroom. You stand near the table awkwardly, worry filling you quickly the more time passes.

"Hey, you okay? What can I do?" Hobi squeezes your arm, his face flushed with a red tint from how tipsy he is. You give him a small, reassuring smile and nod to try and keep calm.

"I honestly don't know anymore, but I'll be good. I think. We're just gonna look for him and head home."

"Is Kookie looking in the bathroom?" You nod. At this point, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook coming back alone.

"Jungkook?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find him in there. I swear I tried."

"So, where the hell is he?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Lets check around again. I won't leave until we find him."

"Have you tried to call him?" You had already beaten Yoongi's question, calling Taehyung's phone only to see his phone vibrating and ringing on the fucking table. "Hm, okay. Maybe not."

"Fuck." You snatch Taehyung's phone from the table. "Is he serious right now? It's about to be 2:30AM. How the fuck can he get lost at this time?"

"Y/N just go home, we'll find him and bring him home." Jimin says, coming back from roaming around the place.

"No, I'm not leaving here without him."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He says, looking at you in the eye. Although he was pretty fucking pissed, he couldn't help but worry about him either. No matter what, that was still his bestfriend. He didn't want anything to happen to him.

"It's not your fault."

"We need to check around the neighborhood." Jungkook suddenly comes back and grabs your arm. You follow him, Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon and Jimin outside of the bar, the cold hitting your skin harshly.

"Let's split." Namjoon says. Jimin and Hobi split, Namjoon and Yoongi sticking together to go down a different path. You kept yourself close to Jungkook, knowing there were all sorts of drunk ass men out at this hour and you weren't helping wearing a tiny ass skirt and a deep cut shirt.

"Cutiepie, let me come holla!" A dude yells as he tries to swing his arm around your waist. Jungkook easily pushes him off, glaring at him.

"Back the fuck up." He spits out, your bestfriend coming to your rescue amongst the sea of men you're encountering on the sidewalk right now. He throws his jacket over your shoulders, hoping to shield you from them and the cold. "Your outfit." Jungkook frowns, a little worried.

"I mean, I didn't expect to lose Tae tonight." Once you had gotten to a quieter part of the street, you come from behind to walk beside him. "Where the hell could he have gone?" You whine. You're more worried for his safety and wellbeing right now more than anything and all you wanted to do was find him and bring him home, even though you were slightly worrying about yourself and how things would go tomorrow. You could give him an earful later. It could wait.

"He couldn't have gone far." You both continue down the street, heading towards your car, hoping he may be around the area. Jimin calls to check in, saying him and Hobi hadn't caught sight of him yet, and the same thing goes for Yoongi and Joon. You almost want to cry when you don't see Taehyung near your car, but Jungkook ends up walking further down towards the park near your parking spot. "Y/N! Here!" He calls out, running towards an individual slumped over on their knees on a bench. "Taehyungie?" Jungkook sits next to him and shakes him a bit.

"Shit dude, I just kept walking then I suddenly had no idea where I was at." He drunkily says as you sit next to him and sigh heavily.

"No one said you had to do that, Tae."

"I just needed some air."

"Yeah and look where that got you, it's close to 3AM." You respond, irritated.

"Y/N." Jungkook says softly, shaking his head at you as if he were signaling for you to quit with your attitude. "Let's go back to the car." Jungkook watches him stand up and wobble a bit, but eases up when he realizes Taehyung is capable of walking himself to the car. You three get back safely, letting the others know that you had found him before driving Jungkook back towards the club so he can meet with everyone else. You quickly thank him for his support before driving off to head home.

The car is incredibly cold, and silent.

"Love, I'm sorry. I just needed air and got lost." He breaks the silence.

"I see that." You say softly as you drive home, keeping your eyes glued to the road in front of you.

3:23AM.

"Please don't be mad." He gives your thigh gentle squeeze. "I just got a little into my head tonight." You sighed, gently removing his hand from your thigh.

"Taehyung, I'm your fiancé, I'm doing this with you and only you. Do you even understand how worried I was? You just walked off, without your phone. Without saying anything to me. Just cause you got in your head for no reason."

"I'm sorry." He repeats at a whisper. You don't say anything else for the rest of the drive home. You silently park the car and head to the apartment, Taehyung sluggishly following behind you. He knows you're bothered, knowing it's closing to 3:30AM and you had an early morning. Honestly, he didn't realize how drunk he was until he had gotten himself into that argument with Jimin then got lost, especially without his phone. The fact that he had made you worry and stress like that made him feel terrible, especially after these past few days. You could have easily left, but you didn't leave without him even if it was this late. He instantly just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how sorry he was.

You quietly get ready for bed and line your things up by the door, just so it would be an easy quick and grab as you head out in the morning. You slip yourself into the sheets, Taehyung following shortly after he gets himself ready for bed. He shuts off all the lights and grabs himself a water bottle to sit by his nightstand before slipping in next to you.

"I love you." He whispers against your ear, wrapping his arms around you. But you don't respond. He peeks over to see your eyes shut, silently sighing to himself as he nuzzled his head against the nape of your neck. He knows you aren't fast asleep yet, and it hurts him that you hadn't said it back. You both just knew exactly how to love each other well, but also push each other's buttons. But, maybe, it was true - he was just fucking up left and right lately. Enough for you to go to bed without saying 'I love you' back.

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Today was a pretty nice day but I am not feeling great right now. Mostly inside. I just feel really super and unsettled and there isn't a good reason for it but I'm just really unhappy right now. I'm mostly just tired and my head hurts. But it's not a nice way to end what was a pretty good day overall.

I think some of the issue was I didn't sleep very well. I had really intense dreams again. I don't know why. They leave me not feeling great.

When I woke up James was still out. They had to go to the bank and then went to get us bagels. I got dressed and felt fine. I decided I would go to CVS.

I walked over there and got juice and chips for James for later and the thing I was actually there for, mascara. Which they did have and I was pleased about.

I went home and as I was finishing pouring a glass of juice James got home. We would chill on the couch and discuss the plans for the day. We would go and find life jackets, then to lake Roland to go around on the kayak, then groceries, then we go home. This seemed like a stellar plan.

I had half my bagel and would have the other half before we got on the water. Which was a lot later in the day then planned. The morning didn't go exactly as planned.

We ran into Will outside and he said he was going up to do a second coat of paint on the back door. Awesome. Me and him talked for a while, while James went upstairs to fill their water bottle. And then we were off.

James decided we should go to the dicks sporting goods in white Marsh. Which was far but that was fine. This ended up being the wrong choice. Because we got there and that location doesn't sell anything with boats or water anymore. He actually implied that none of the dicks do. I would get really upset and felt really stupid because it has been my idea. But I googled it when we got to the car and he was wrong, it was just that location.

James said it was fine and we could go to rei instead. I didn't really want to go to rei because its so expensive. But I agreed and we made another half hour drive. It's almost noon at this point and I'm just really unhappy.

The life jackets there were minimum $180, but most were closer to $200 and more and I wasn't emotionally ready to drop $450 on life jackets.

So we got back in the car. And drove to the dicks at hunt valley. The nice older man in the bike department helped us get the sizes of life jackets down from the wall. And they ended up being buy one get one free. So it was $100 for both which is what I had planned on my head. Things felt a lot better after that.

I got a purple one and James got a blue one. And we headed to lake Roland.

It took us a while to get the boat inflated. The middle has a lot of chambers but it didn't take to long. We would be out on the water for about an hour. And it was really fun. We aren't great at paddling together, and we forgot to put the fin on the bottom so we get listing and we had to fight against that. But it was still a lot of fun.

We saw lots of small turtles, some cormorant, a few heron and geese. But the best thing we saw was a absolutely giant snapping turtle. It was so cool!! I thought it was just mud in the water at first but nope. Huge snapping turtle swimming right near us.

I would figure out how to turn around on my seat so I could watch James paddle since I wasn't doing much anymore. We would go under some shade and sit and talk for a while. It was nice. But we were starting to get hot and while the exercise is really good for James's arm, they were getting tired. So we headed back.

When we got back to the launch area a couple older guys said it looked like I had it made laying there. And then I proceeded to fall out of the boat because I couldn't figure out how to get up with the life jackets on. It was all very silly.

We chatted with them while we put the gear away. They thought the inflatable kayak was super cool. Even took a picture.

Putting it away took a little but was fine. And soon we were mostly dry and heading out. Onto the grocery store.

We would get more stuff then we planned but it was all stuff we have plans for. And it didn't take long. I was happy to go home.

When we got back here I got a shower. And James would put the groceries away. They heated up my leftover grilled cheese half from yesterday for me and they had a BLT on a bagel. And we enjoyed lunch together.

James would go for a walk. Paint their nails. And make some fun at home sushi wraps over the next couple hours. While I made outfits. Watched videos. And tried not to fall apart as I started to not feel great again.

I did enjoy the sushi wrap though. And James's company. But this headache and general sadness really crept up on me.

I'm sitting in the living room right now because I felt nauseous from this head ache. But I'm going to go wash my face and hopefully fall asleep easy.

Tomorrow I am heading to camp to set up for Thursday and get some stuff ready since camp training starts next week. I'm excited! Also nervous. Most of the nerves comes from how bad I've been feeling. But every day has been a little easier. Let's hope the trend continues.

Goodnight everyone. I hope you are being kind to yourself. Until next time.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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🕯Anon said : Can I request headcanons with a Modern Au Teacher!Erwin and his s/o is a slightly famous artist like a painter that’s always in the basement. Maybe have a moment where the art teacher begs him to bring them to the school when they find out who Erwin is with. ? 🕯

Teacher!Erwin brings you, a famous painter, to work.

{ Erwin x Reader | tw:none | fluff, suggestive kiss | modern }

{ "Leisurely Sunday in the Villa Comunale in Naples" 1993 by Francesco Tammaro Born in 1939 }

Grassy fields surrounded the old big building as the trees undressing of their leaves onto the sidewalks, currently being swept away by the janitor.

Students were filling the halls, the sound of chatter and laughter following after. Outside in the yard, the whistle of the gym teacher could be heard following by heavy footsteps as the football team started their morning practice. Not long after the bell rang, the halls were empty again only for some crumbled papers and snack covers left behind.

"Pigs, all of them. There's a trashcan right there." Levi scrunched his nose at the smell of axe spray and deodorant near the trophy cases. "Tell Miche to spray his running monkeys with soap every once in a while."

"Now now, what got you so grumpy this early in the morning?" Adjusting the lab coat on their suit, Hange replied. "Oh cut the kids some slack, their big game is coming soon or something."

"And he's been implenting a more strick hygiene policy." Said Erwin, holding a plastic binder with a stack of exam papers, mostly marked red. "He's trying to convince the principal to ban deodorant during practice because it's making his nose burn."

Huffing in response, Levi crossed his arms. "Yeah because the principle will definitely listen to him after that whole sniffing people scandal- Hey! Brats, don't you have classes"

As Levi went to scold the two students currently hanging a handmade poster for the upcoming game on the wall, a couple of students came up to Hange, looking in a hurry as they explained the Science lab was locked and they're getting tired of sitting on their backpacks outside.

Soon after, Erwin too made his way to class.

Upon entering the room, the talking quieted down as the squeaking sound of people going back to their own desks followed. Walking upfront, Erwin dropped the binder on his desk beside the empty mug, a couple of groans filled the room as the students realised what it was.

"Mr.Smith, didn't we just take the test yesterday? Shouldn't you like...I don't know double check or something? Maybe you rushed grading them?" One student called from the back as some chuckles and agreement followed from the rest.

Taking the stacks of papers out, Erwin made his way between the students, giving each on their graded paper. "I don't know Connie, maybe you should've double checked your answers instead?"

The playful atmosphere of the classroom was cut short as the door slammed open, making everyone freeze in their seats, none other than the art teacher walked in.

Nile Dawk, current art teacher who fails at least a quarter of his class each year. Who has oh just the most swell relationship with Erwin and anyone can tell you that.

You see, Erwin adored art, both the classic and the modern. Nile admired history and knew just how each art era had its link to a historical event.

And the pair couldn't stand each other.

Crossing his arms, Nile said "Erwin, you have explaining to do." Before dropping a newly printed magazine onto his desk,

Its cover, showing a brand new art museum that just finished construction and is hosting a lot of different paintings from unrecognised underground talents.

"Nile, I think you misunderstand. I teach history, I'm not an architect." He said raising an eyebrow, before tilting his head as if he's deep in thought, "or do you want me to explain what a museum is?"

Sneering at his remark, Nile flipped through the pages till he reached a certain one. It depicted a one of the paintings that will be displayed in the museum, a portrait of a blond man with broad shoulders and sharp blue eyes seemingly distracted from reality by the book in his hand.

The soft glow of the fireplace next to the red armchair he sat in, adding a certain orange hue to his light complexion. His long fingers holding the leather book as a glass-stained maroon vase sat on the small table behind him, containing a single red rose.

It's clear from the details poured into his eyes and the shading for each strand of his hair that whoever made this painting, held a great affection for the man.

"Now Mr.history teacher, care to explain why your face is on this painting? By one of the few promising artists of this useless generation?."

Hushed murmurs filled the classroom as students took out their phones googling the name y/n, showing each other the said painting while staring with wide eyes at Erwin.

Rubbing his temple with his fingers, Erwin frowned at the scene the other was causing. Knowing very well it won't take long for this fire to spread, he decided to add more fuel to the flames.

He took a long breath, before telling the class to quiet down with a stern expression.

"Mr.Dawk, are you really asking me why y/n, my love, the person I'm married to, paint me?" He said facing the other, looking directly into his eyes. "Maybe you should ask y/n instead if you're so insisting on forcing yourself in my private life."

Narrowing his eyes, Nile snorted. "You know what Erwin? Maybe I should.

And that's the story Erwin told you while having dinner that day.

He looks at you with pleading eyes as if to silently apologise for dragging you into this mess, his plate still half full and drink untouched.

Please reassure him that it's alright, you don't mind taking a day off to visit his work

He'll reach out to gently squeeze your hand in his, whispering a small thank you as his thumb rubs against your skin.

He also says he'll do the dishes that day, you can go rest and he will join you in bed after a while, a relieved smile on his face.

The next day, as he wakes up early like usual. He makes sure to wake you up with a kiss, stroking your face before murmuring "good morning" against your lips.

He knows because of your work you don't wake up early, so he's really patient and understanding if you happen to get grumpy for a while.

Handing you a warm drink to help wake you up, he'll make sure you eat something before changing and heading out.

You're not surprised to find him already done and dressed himself.

Hair as perfect as usual.

On the drive to school, you'll feel the cool morning air against your skin while your head leans back into the seat, eyes fluttering shut.

You can have your mini nap, Erwin will make sure to wake you up when you arrive.

When arriving, he made sure to open the car door for you. The fresh air and green scenery surrounded you both.

When arriving at the teacher's lounge, you're almost surprised to see two people already there from how early it was.

The first was sitting on the old black couch near the window, his dirty blond bangs covering his eyes. The second you could see making tea on the other side of the room Where the kitchenware was.

Both of them glanced up when Erwin called their name, staring at the way he had an arm wrapped around your waist while introducing you.

It was Miche who came first, standing from the couch you noticed just how tall he was. Offering your hand for him to shake, only for him to pull you into a tight hug instead.

He pulled away, tapping his nose before a smile slowly formed on his face, nodding in approval

The second was Levi, who ignored your offered hand only to sip on his teacup, assessing you up and down.

Not too long after, a person with a messy ponytail and a colorful lab coat arrived.

They took one glance at you, then the matching wedding rings on yours and Erwins fingers before taking an immediate interest in you.

Hange asked questions faster than you can answer them, with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.

At the first sign of you being uncomfortable, it was Levi who stepped in to tell Hange to tone it down before apologizing to you.

And it was Miche who got you some snacks from the teacher's secret stash after.

You've heard stories and one sided phone calls about them from Erwin, yet it still didn't prepare you for actually meeting them.

While overwhelming at first, the more time you spent talking as Erwin reassuringly sat beside you, you noticed how genuinely interested they were.

Levi, while seemingly cold, was actually the most considerate and paid the most attention to you. He'd step in whenever things got too much and would be really polite despite having a colourful language. By the end of it he even made you some tea, something that seemed to surprise Erwin and the rest.

"It's just...he never trusted someone this quickly before."

Hange was genuinely interested in you, having researched you and your art beforehand. They really were eager to hear even the most boring details and were capable of understanding your way of thinking. They even gave you a small rubber frog they carried around in their pocket to hand out. It would've been cute wasn't for the fact immediately after they mentioned the real human skeleton they have pinned to the lab door.

"His name is bean! I've been actually investing into getting him a human heart for Valentine's day, but all the ones I've found so far were in jars."

The most quiet of them was actually Miche, although he'd smile at you whenever you looked his way. Despite his intimidating size you learned how harmless and easy going he is, the most chill out of the three. He did mention knowing Erwin for the longest time out of them, having been childhood friends even. He promised to tell you all the embarrassing secrets Erwin tried to erase from existence as he added his number on your phone.

"He ain't as proper as he looks, I got the dirt on him."

You saw Erwin's jaw tightening before he changed the subject quickly, giving the side eye to Miche who only smiled back.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Erwin didn't leave your side for one minute and made sure to check on you constantly.

He introduced you to the rest of the teachers and seemed only amused at any teasing he got from students passing by.

By the end of the day, as the sun began to set and the students already done with their clubs, you and Erwin had one final place to go.

The art classroom.

"Just one more thing before that" he told you, guiding you into an empty classroom.

You saw his desk, the mug you gifted him on father's day as a joke sat on his desk, several paper sketches you made were framed next to it.

It was his classroom, with only you and him, the door open.

He closed it.

You stood against his desk as he moved closer, arms circling you, not breaking eye contact.

"May I?" He whispered, licking his own lips.

As he got your permission, he pressed his lips against yours, arm stroking your back before pulling away after some seconds.

He rubbed your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, a small smile on his face before pulling away.

Your heart was still fluttering against your chest as you left the classroom, while Erwin seemed to be smiling at nothing with a slight curl to his lips, steps more lighter than before.

Right after that he took you to the art classroom. The smell of oil paint and sound of brushes scratching against paper filling the air.

Stepping inside, the scratching sound stopped as a certain black haired man stared at you, eyes wide and lips parted.

Disbelief clear in his face, Nile was quick to mask his emotions as he noticed the smugness Erwin was in.

"Nile, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely darling, y/n." There was a chipper to Erwin's voice as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

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