#-yet not known bad person i always ignore it and let them get close

[hellisharchive]

Heyoooo! You probably know me from messaging you but I wanted to ask if you could write a Vox x Fem!reader where reader just takes care of a really wasted but infatuated Vox?

My Queen

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▏C/TW! ▬ 18+, drunk Vox, jealous reader, fluff fluff fluff, bathing

▏C/TW! ▬ Literally wrote this at 2 am and got done at 3 am, so not beta read <3 TYSM for the request! I hope you enjoy it!. AGAIN HOW THE FUCK DID I ACCIDENTLY POST THIS THIS WAS A DRAFT. I dont like how this turned out tbh

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You and Vox were close, but you wouldn't dare say that you two were dating. You did have a small crush on him and was scared that confessing would ruin your fiendship. Little did you know he also had a crush on you as well, it was just unfortunate he was letting his business and brand take importance over his personal life. You were an honorary Vee and his best friend. Sure, Velvette and Valentino were his friends too, but you always got jealous as you watched Val and Vox act in such a romantic way with each other all the time. You always suspected that they were a thing, and even if they didn't have a label, you respected it. So, you always kept your feelings hidden deep down

. But you did need a break, it got so tiring having to watch and hear them act all cute and making sexual advances from the time to time. You've been ignoring Vox for at least two weeks, probably not the best choice but your emotions got the better of you. But tonight, you decided to get out of the tower and have some fun. You went to a pretty well known nightclub- not owned by Vox, a rare occurrence- to let off some steam. Your goal was to get laid by the end of the night with a convenientially attractive stranger, but life doesn't always work out as you want.

Yet, when Vel called you as you were about to get on the dancefloor with a hot bull, you dropped everything to take care of the television that was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. According to her, he kept talking about how he wished he could tell you something and how beautiful you were. You mulled over it as you walked back through the tower in your fancy nightclub dress just an hour earlier. While on your way there, you came across Velvette who looked very pissed off and scrolling through phone in the main living area of the personal living quarters. When she saw you, she flipped you off and rolled your eyes.

"Fucking finally! Vox has been throwing a hissy fit waiting for his queen to come and shut him up. Fuck you for taking so long, he's called me twenty fucking times asking where you were bevause he forgot he changed your contact info!" That was all she said before growling and walking away, signalling that you were going to handle this yourself like normal. You never let what Vel says get to you, that's just how she normally is. But he changed your contact info? What to? You've calmed down a drunken Vox many times before, but this time seemed bad.

"Vox?" You knock and call out before opening his door to find a very wasted man laying on his couch, hiccuping and looking incredibly sad. He was slumped over with a wine bottle in his hand, no wine glass, and the red liquid was spilled all over himself. Wine? Really? He got drunk on wine out of his entire collection? He's usually a fun drunk, cracking jokes and overall being the most funny in the room from the out of pocket shit he says. So seeing him so down makes you feel guilty for ignoring him. But as soon as he looked at you, his face lit up and a smile immediately popped up. He dropped the glass and stood up, trying to rush up to you. However, because he was so inebriated, he started to stumble, which caused you to rush up and catch him from his shoulders.

"My Queen! Where did you go? I missed you my sweet!" The comment about Vel calling you his "queen" you just passed off as Vel being Vel, but now he was calling that you too? Maybe playing into this fantasy would be best, drunk people are never rational and don't know what they're even saying.

"Well my king, I had a very important meeting with another kingdom to attend to. But you requested my presence immediately!" You spoke matter-of-fact as you navigated him to the bathroom, it was hard already with him being unable to properly walk, but he also kept staring at you, so he stepped over his own feet countless times.

"Hehehe...I like when you call me that. YOUR king. I'm your king! How lucky am I?" He giggled and that made your heart beat faster. How lucky was he? What was he talking about? Maybe this was just his drunk self talking, you knew he didn't feel that way, he absolutely had a thing for Val, not you. Gulping, you finally manage to drag him to the bathroom where you sat him on the toilet. He would be so sticky with all that wine that soaked through his clothes, so you were going to bathe him. Sure, getting him in and out his going to be a challenge, but you still cared for this man a lot and wanted the best for him.

"I'm getting you your pjs, do not move ok?" You started to leave the bathroom when he whined loudly, making a swipe for your wrist but missed as he looked at you with puppy eyes. Due to his television screen head, his facial expressions can get extremely animated, unlike normal sinners. His eyes basically took up his entire screen, only leaving a little bit of space for a pout. The sight made your heart ache.

"Don't leave again my lovely queen! I need to tell you something!" Sighing, you gave him a soft smile and walked back up to him. Picking up his hand, you put your other hand on top of his and gave him the most softest smile you muster..

"It is bedtime, my king, you must be bathed before heading to our bed. You can tell me once we retire" Our bed. Saying it made your heart do flips.

"Oookkk my beautiful queen! Hehehe you're so pretty..." He had a dopey smile as you walked away, heart hammering so loud it should have been echoing in the room. He thought you were pretty? Fuck- why does he made you feel this way? You knew that look too, it was a look of complete love. He certainly couldn't love you though, that has to be impossible. He was with Val, he had to be. Going on autopilot, you gather up his favorite pyjamas and mentally prepare yourself for going back into the flames. When you get back, he was still sitting on the toilet, giggling and staring ahead as he was talking to himself about how in love with him he was.

What?

He was drunk, he was drunk, he was drunk- why couldn't you even entertain the idea of him returning your feelings? Why was it so hard to accept that fact? Taking a deep breath, you walk into the room and he lights up again.

"My queen! Are thou ready to bathe me? You got my favorite pjs! And you have an amazing ass! There's a reason why I married you!" Freezing once again, you ignoring his comment about your ass in luei of the last thing he said. Married...you? Did Vox think you two married each other? The thought made you shiver and face warm with how amazing that sounded. Being officially tied to him forever, waking up with him together, and getting to love him forever. Standing up after finishing setting the dials to the right temperature, you looked at him and now needed to know more.

"And why else did you marry me my dear?" Battting your eyelashes with the most innocent face you could gather, you started to stip him of his clothes. You've seen him naked a handful of times which always made you incredibly flustered, but undressing him? It made you nervous, especially with how he's acting towards you.

"You're the beeeeest, like, THE best! You're so pretty and gorgeous and have SUCH a hot bod! But you're so so sweet and amazing and help me with everything!" Did he...did he actually love you? Was whatever he was doing with Val was nothing? Shakily manging to get him completely undressed, you stood him up to maneuver him into the large tub. Not trusting yourself to say anything more, you gently lay him down in the perfectly warm water and start lathering him up. You also never bathed him before, so your nerves were going to overdrive. He took your silence and silenced himself too, maybe he somehow knew you were really anxious right now. Taking great care in not getting water on his head, you see as his face turned from a happy one, to a somber one.

The rest of the process of getting him out, drying him off, changing into his pjs, and moving him to his bed was deadly quiet. You felt like you would be breaking some unsaid rule. Tucking him into bed, you left a glass of water and painkillers on his nightstand, turning off the big light and turning on the lamp. Sitting down next to his curled up body, you rubbed his back and felt conflicted. He's drunk as balls. He probably won't remember any of this. Getting up and saying goodnight, he yells for you one last time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I did wrong but I'm sorry. Is it Val? We aren't anything serious. I was too scared to tell you because you're so beautiful and I didn't want you to leave me. I love you" Vox looked down at his lap with a sullen expression. Heart hurting for the countless time today, you gave him a kiss on his screen and turned away with a smile

"Tell me when you're sober"

#vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

[midnightmayhem13]

Hey idk if you're taking requests but if you are can I request (the marvel girls) x fem!reader? And if someone started hitting on reader (and like reader flirted back) but (the girls) and fem reader aren't dating yet, they just have a crush on reader but reader doesn't know that, sorry if this is confusing my English isn't so good

I LOVE NEBULA SM YOU WRITE HER SO GOOD

I'm the one who understands you

AHH love this! and dw abt your english babe mine wasn't very good a while back either🩶🩶

carol danvers

even before you're dating carol is very protective over you. and while everyone asks why she protects you but won't ask you out she can't answer. but when she sees you flirt back with someone all her pride is gone. she can't act like you're hers if you literally just flirted back. she'll try to coward away but she genuinely doesn't want to use you. if shes feeling up to herself she'll go up to you two and try to assert dominance. she'll let out a "who's this?" but way less confident than she wanted to. when she sees you don't seem uncomfortable with the presence of the other person she loses a little confidence. she won't directly tell you about it, but shell ask if you're dating the person later.

sharon carter

sharon watches from afar. she watches your every move and is suprised when she sees you flirt back. she's made it very known to you that she likes you but if you just don't realize it. and while she will definitely be a little hurt, she doesn't know how to react so it turns into silence. she'll give you the silence treatment and will honestly be a little mean. not enough to hurt you or intentionally make you cry. her flight or fight almost goes off but when she realizes that she genuinely wants to build a life with you, she eventually confess. after a few days she'll want to confess. she's realized that maybe ignoring you will drive you away and attract you to her 'competition'

darcy lewis

i feel like darcy would lowkey cry:(. like when you like someone so much that seeing them flirt with someone just hurts as if they cheated on you. that's what happens. she'll not want to confront you about it in the moment but later she will question. and jane will be hearing it all. you go to comfort her not knowing you're the reason for her state. in these moments she'll hold on to you tight and pray you want her. she'll be clingy. when you realize why's she's upset she might b a little mad but will eventually forgive you. when you take her out and cheer her up she'll slap you're head and scold you to not do it again

nebula

oh lord you're dead. i feel like nebulas either really mad or gets shy. of course you wouldn't want her. or you're mine and no one else can have you. a mix of both. when she sees you flirt with someone she'll get mad a drag you away from them. asking what the fuck you were doing. when you don't realize it's because she's jealous you'll be a little confused, wondering if you offended her. and shit you damn well did. she'll be mad at you for a while and won't let anyone near you for a few days after. then as you try to calm her down you here an almost inaudible "you're mine".

maria hill

seeing you flirt with someone else hurt maria. and she'll let you know. not in a toxic-try-to-make-you- feel-bad way. but a more mature way. she'll ask to speak to you in private and state things like 'i'm not sure we want the same thing' or 'i thought we had something' something along those lines. but she'll be very sincere and sweet. it's okay if you don't like her but she'd like to know. and sure she's pretty closed off about her romantic feelings, but she'd want you to know. if there's a chance that the feelings are mutual, she's going to take it.

kate bishop

kate would just be baffled. okay you're incredibly beautiful but she always looked away so she wouldn't see if you flirted back. and watching you get flirty and touchy with another person hurt. you always touch her arm like that and she's the only one who gets to make you laugh like that. shes confused because she genuinely thought you two were thingy thing. and afterwards when you get time alone she's asking you all the questions. are you going on a date with them? you like them? when did you meet? you sure you can trust them? but she'll just ramble trying to convince you not to be with them, but with her.

a/n W request bro. got so into them for no reason

#carol danvers x reader #sharon carter x reader #darcy lewis x reader #nebula x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #wlw

[chafelis]

in an ayato mood after i got him on a single pull :)

here are some thoughts that have been floating around

// tw ; unhealthy power dynamics, manipulation, toxic relationships, financial abuse, baby trapping

yan! ayato who is enamored with ayaka's close friend, even more interesting if his darling is cozying up to ayaka for personal gain ; how long will you keep up your nice facade? ayaka is a sweet kind girl, she may be fooled but nothing truly escapes ayato's gaze

continuing on that idea, let us say kamisato ayaka isn't as naive as you thought ; she finds your efforts to cater to her adorable & makes no comment as you dote on her every need. her position leaves her quite lonely so don't let your pretty eyes stray from her for a second

it's a dangerous combo of power wealth & status, you've been dancing in their palms the entire time and it's best you don't try to leave, least they need to shackle you physically

yan! ayato as a modern day ceo with an investigator darling. there is corruption in the inazuman tri commission and it's your goal to bring light to their unsavory business methods. this fits well with a person who has been wronged by the yashiro commission ; perhaps someone was in the wrong place at the wrong time. ayato originally sees no reason to get involved as the shuumatsuban can clean up loose ends, yet he might have to take you more seriously when you apply to be his secretary. you have no evidence against ayato and he's found it quite amusing to dangle evidence just to destroy it completely. he's not sure why he's still keeping you around but your admiration is amusing and the despair that paints your face with every dead end is too delicious to ignore. don't even think of resigning, have you forgotten the agreement you signed before starting?

yan! toxic boyfriend ayato :)

ayato is a person who works behind the scenes at all times, you didn't get the job you wanted? that's just too bad. someone beat you to the new apartment you wanted to move to? no worries you can move in with your loving boyfriend who has enough money to support both of you. you got pregnant despite using birth control? you don't need to worry about anything ayato will always be here for you.

yan! ayato with a spy darling ; he's always known who you were, an informant for a rival clan. to keep you close he passes on falsified information so that eventually your clan will think you've betrayed them ; you've been forced into a corner, begging ayato for mercy and protection from your family. you aren't aware there's truly no need for protection, the moment your clan had planned to silence you was the moment they ceased to exist.

yan! ayato with a childhood friend darling. regardless if you don't remember playing with him and his sister in chinju forest, he still remembers your promise to marry him under the sacred sakura all those years ago.

yan! faceless ayato inspired by michiru ichijou from mieruko-chan. you can see his true appearance and he can't help but spiral into obsession!! ( this concept will be a fic btw )

yan! ayato with a fake marriage!! you suggest it to get out of an unsavory relationship, adding kamisato to your name would make you untouchable. you haven't realized you walked straight into a trap ; ayato has always desired you and now that you're legally binded there is no escape. bonus points if this is set in a historical isekai setting.

"you wouldn't be confessing such feelings if you didn't believe all cards are in your hand, what exactly are you plotting sir kamisato?" the strained smile you were holding had already started to twitch, "if this is some sort of joke i don't find it very funny."

"i'm quite glad my spouse is already aware of how i think, i'm sure we both know my desires for you aren't in jest songbird," ayato smirks, his eyes swirled with an emotion you didn't want to identify, "i'm not interested in ending our marriage, surely you are aware of our differences?"

he didn't need to spell it out. with his wealth and influence escape would be nigh impossible.

"you, how much of this have you planned?" you don't actually want to know, the feeling of helplessness had already sunk into your bones.

ayato just offers you a smile. in all your time working alongside him, you'd seen countless of his rehearsed smiles. chills shot down your spine, you'd never seen such a genuine expression on his face.

#cha's concepts <3 #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere ayato #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere kamisato ayaka #yandere concepts #yandere x reader #not exactly what i was planning to post but my god ayato brainrot is real #i was going to publish a scara fic for his birthday but never finished editing it ... maybe later #but yes nasty schemer ayato is out to ruin your life and all romantic prospects #need to write closet perv ayato who steals his sisters friends underwear i mean what?!!

[yourlocaltreesimp]

All Chained Up

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Chapter 3: Derealise your woes

TW: For description of derealisation

The following morning was skittish. And that truly was the only word to consider the fear that curled around your heart. You slept lightly and for short hours and spoke to no one as you walked. Even if anyone had decided to speak to you, you doubt you’d have even heard them anyway, your inner monologue being far too active to consider the word or people that surrounded you. The Old man -Time, as you’d come to learn- was understanding of your situation, albeit weary of you. He gave you no tasks and despite the fact he only had one eye, you could feel him watching. The others fell into their own categories of dealing with your addition to their crew, avoidance and awkward confrontation. You’re honestly not sure which you hated more. The quick glances and turned backs as if you were a curse or the untrusting talks as if you were rabid. Something waiting to break. You felt so watched and yet so ignored in a way so reminiscent of your normal life it was alarming. You were close to just collapsing on the ground as Time called the group to set up camp. You were unaccustomed to walking for such long periods of time that your shins felt brittle. But alas you walked, unwilling to make your presence more known to them as pain shot through each step. You found a suitable place to sit down where ‘coincidentally’ Time sat right behind. Watching with one cold, blue eye. You did not allow yourself to shrink as you wanted to, to curl up and cry. You focused on the fading light of the sun, the sky desaturated purples and yellows. Hills rolled on and on for as far as you could see, little houses dotted sporadically. It had a charm to it, a memory you’d be sure to revisit when this time passed.

“Hey Old man!” One of the others called, instinctively you looked over. Time passed you a look, not one you could particularly interpret, but one nonetheless as he went to talk to Legend. Their conversation was tense to say the least, including Time sighing with disappointment and pointing to you. Legend walked over and sat beside you, eyes trained on the horizon. You nodded your head and raised your hand and went back to looking at the world before you. “How’s the sickness treating you?” His voice sounded uninterested, but he looked at you, as if testing your answer.

“What?”

“It’s normal to get sick passing through realms. Disorienting at best and nauseating at worse” You found it in you to smile and nod. You had felt overwhelmingly nauseous when you first came, but it’d since past. “I remember I was always bad when I started” He smirks to himself before letting the silence settle.

“It’s not bad now. But it never is when you’re dreaming” You shrug but his eyes searched yours and his face paled a shade “It’s just weird. I can't grasp what’s real” He was enraptured by every syllable of your words and he nodded shakily. He remembers waking up and ripping out chunks of hair, choking on his breath after being alone- so painfully alone. He’d woken up to find Koholint was never real. And nor were the people and nor was his guide. He was alone. No soft light or softer touch to comfort him, no distorted voice reminding him to breathe, nothing. He remembers that day so clearly. “It’s just getting increasingly harder to feel as if the world around me is real” His expression was paranoid and sorrowful. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” His words are harsh as he stands. “But it’s real telling that that’s all we are. To anyone. Just some… character” That got personal awfully quickly.

“That wasn’t my intention-“

“Doesn’t change what happened, what’ll continue to happen” He rants to open air now and you find yourself catching on quickly that this man is incredibly unstable.

“I doubt they meant it so personal, Vet.”

“Oh easy for you to say Champion. You got to forget everything after you had to leave it all behind. But I didn’t get that luxury”

“It was still painful” Wild flinched and his left arm grazed the right where you could assume his scar travelled down to by the haunted look. “But it’s a part of the title. Sacrifices none of us wanted to make”

“Oh so that’s all your friends are? Sacrifices?” A silence overcame everyone. A tense, shocked silence. Legend sucks in a breath, You don’t see the way he pinched himself when he walks away.

Dinner was quiet and tense, no whispers or idle chat. Just eating. With exception to Legend who did not attend dinner. The whole affair only served to make you feel worse. You felt the bubbling nausea now, eating at you, setting each nerve alight. There was a lot of fuel to the fire, memories you regret, bruises yet to heal. The crackle and pops of the campfire in front of you were enough to keep your mind from eating through itself. The burning glow gave you something to focus on and the warmth gave you little soalice. You’re not entirely sure how long you spent inside your own mind until someone settled beside you. You glanced over to see a boy, 14 if you had to guess.

“Hey” His voice was a thankful break from the silence you’d been given. They called him Wind, perhaps it was because he too was mischievous and ever changing or met be there was more to it. If there was, you didn’t know. “The Old man said we shouldn’t talk to you. Something about spirits or whatever- I don’t care” You laughed in spite of yourself, amused by his antics. It seemed no one else was up. Well aside from the wolf. That was weird. But he was cute and didn’t bite.

“Oh? Beyond me. I didn’t think I had a soul until now” You elbowed him and you both shared a laugh.

“Don’t worry about Legend by the way, he’s just an asshole”

“I figured”

“Well not all the time, but it’s his thing.”

You laughed.

“I figured.” The night is calm between the two four of you. “I have so many questions after… that”

“Counts two of us” He admits and looks at you with a question burning in his eyes. “You don’t seem too bad” You smiled before you could stop yourself.

“Neither do you” You ruffle his hair as he tries to claw at your arm to stop you.

#all chained up #linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #link x you #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #fir’s library

[im-abanana]

Good omens 2 SPOILERS BELOW!

Let's start off by saying that I never, EVER expected that we would get canon Ineffable Bureaucracy, but here we are, and I'm so happy about it. 🥹

Most importantly, I'd never expected Gabriel and Beelzebub to be a mirror of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship.

In season 1, Gabriel was the absolute fucking worst.

Self-centered, lacking emphaty, superb, following Heaven's rules to the letter, without a single question, and putting his job as an Archangel (or well, the Supreme Archangel, as we've learned this season) above all else, not really thinking much about Earth, humanity or the opposition's point of view/emotions.

Not only that, but he stubbornly refused to enjoy the life Earth- or anything/anyplace else but Heaven, really- could offer him, in the material (food, music, material objects, ecc...) and emotional sense of the term too, depriving himself of real friendship and love.

Then, he meets Beelzebub in the pub and, for the first time, he feels understood. After 6000 years of bearing the sense of loneliness authority and responsibility imply, and being stuck in his own, bigoted head, he finally finds someone who gets him.

On the other hand, Aziraphale has always been a... peculiar angel, to say the least. He has learned to perfectly blend in with the humans, enjoy their creations and Earth's delicacies, such as food, good music, books, magic tricks, etc... not only that, he "associated" with Crowley, a demon/sworn enemy, since the very beginning!

In season 1, Aziraphale defied God's plan, prevented the Armageddon and disobeyed the Archangels' orders just to keep living on Earth and keep seeing Crowley. Albeit he refuses to acknowledge it, he is a rebel, way more than Gabriel's ever been in 6000 years.

And yet, which one of the two decided not to take Heaven's crap anymore?

Who said "You're casting me down to Hell? Fine, I accept my fate" peacefully, almost happily, knowing they'd finally be with their loved one?

Who ran off to Alpha Centauri?

Who gave up everything they've worked for, everything they've ever known, everything they've believed in?

Gabriel.

And Beelzebub, of course.

To say I did NOT see this coming at all is an understatement.

Gabriel, the one filled with so much prejudice, ignorance and selfishness- his royal smugness, Crowley's words- chose Beelzebub and their happiness over everything, over God, only truly knowing them for like... what, 4-5 years (which is the timeskip between season 1 and 2)?

Aziraphale, as heartwrenching as it was to see, chose Heaven over Crowley (FOR NOW). After a 6000 years-old friendship/relationship!

Perhaps, having been so "distant" from Heaven itself, Aziraphale still sees it as something that can be "fixed" if led by the right person/angel (while Gabriel, being so involved in Heaven's management for millennia, probably knows better in that regard, and basically said "fuck it"- I mean, we've seen Metatron and God's behaviour, eesh), plus he's plagued by the guilt and fear of being a bad angel, and risk to Fall.

I believe Aziraphale still sees being a demon as a bad thing, he has this internalized idea he has yet to let go of. And I hope season 3 (hopefully, we'll get it!) will cover that.

Long story short, I loved this season, and I loved how they incorporated Gabriel and Beelzebub in the story.

Some might say their romance was "too quick", and while I would've loved to see more flashbacks, I think it fits.

The Ineffable Husbands are a slow, slow slowburn, and Aziraphale truly needs a wake-up call, to see Heaven for what it truly is: toxic and rotten, as Crowley said.

On the other hand, I liked that Ineffable Bureaucracy happened so "fast"- it's a nice parallel. Gabriel and Beelzebub- people who could be so fierce, cold, nasty and closed-minded in the past- immediately saw the love they had for each other, accepted it and let it change them completely.

Let them both become so affectionate with each other, too. Like, "my sweet", "wherever Beelzebub is, is my Heaven", "where Gabriel is, is forever my Hell", "I was coming to you", "silly angel", are NOT something I thought I'd hear 'em say 😂

Nor I thought "Everyday" would be their song.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #spoilers #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #aziraphale #crowley #beelzebub #archangel gabriel #go spoilers

[lume-nosity]

until i found you

characters: albedo, kazuha, mona, xiao

style: fluff

song inspo: until i found you by stephen sanchez (it’s such a beautiful song :sobs:)

notes: reader is gender neutral, this is practically word vomit, not proofread, xiao’s part is pre-confession, i got a little lost writing for kazuha’s part, in mona’s part you and her are/were best friends, apologies for anything ooc im trying to test out writing for other characters, xiao’s karmic debt gets soothed by you (this is listed because i overuse this but i love it), lowercase intended

albedo

as it’s known, albedo’s not used to having to put up with relationships. but ever since you’ve walked into his life that seemed to change. first meeting him when he was doing an experiment and you offered to help. the way you’re patient and reassuring makes him feel warm inside despite being originally made from chalk. you made him feel human. and your eyes, he’d always wonder what makes them look so breathtaking. it may seem off, but in his perspective, your eyes shine like that of a shimmering star. and he would love to research about them too. especially your likes, dislikes, personality, all that jazz. you’re just a stunning person, a stunning mystery. something he’d like to learn more about. even going as far as to ask you questions relating to his research (aka you). and don’t be surprised when you find a painted canvas of yourself at your doorstep as well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers. this is his way of saying he loves you. even though he was taught of the ways of alchemy and other knowledge correlating to the world and is incapable to understand the concept of what love truly means. but with you by his side, maybe then will he know as time goes on.

kazuha

he always follows the wind, right? now, how about he views you as a maple leaf flying with the wind? yes, you mean that much to him. he owes you his life after everything you’ve done for him. before, when you trusted him enough to take him into your stead, not being afraid despite him wielding a blade, and let alone having a wanted samurai in your home! you cared enough to take care of him even after the explanations. you didn’t care, you just wanted to keep him safe. he is deeply grateful of your kind act. and yet can’t ignore that warm feeling in his heart. however overtime you knew he can’t stay in one spot, as he’s a wanderer. so when you both had to part ways and bid each other farewell when the hunting started to die down, he’d vowed he’ll see you again. to truly give you his thanks. and present time, he has! you reunited with him at an isolated flower field. it was no surprise that the winds led you both together again, in a beautiful atmosphere. that was when you two realized you have feelings for each other and were honest about them. both feeling relieved that the other has felt the same way. the maple leaf to his wind, the muse to his poems, and now nature will guide this relationship to go far and wide.

mona

mona believed that chance has brought you two together. the stars were aligned and clear, that you both were destined to be together. she cannot foretell her fate, but she can foretell yours. you know she’s an astrologer, and is always telling the truth of one’s fate no matter how saddening or shocking it is. because that’s the way of astrology, yes? mona’s afraid to disappoint you after knowing what your future would look like. she is this close to you and she wouldn’t want to ruin your shared bond. well, even after knowing the warnings, you still want to know what your future would be like. you don’t care if it’s good or bad, because the truth is the truth. and you trust mona. so when she performed a hydromancy for you, everything was crystal clear in mona’s eyes. mona had to stop and process what was displayed in front of her. the future is known, that you two are meant to be together. she was flustered and tried to keep her composure but failed courtesy of her pink blush plastered on her face. destiny can’t lie about this, it’s written in the stars. she even performed a divination to put the icing on the cake. again, destiny can’t lie about these things. your fates were sealed. but what mona missed on her scryglass is that you too, feel the same way. surprising how pure chance can lead two stars to intertwine, it’s such a beauty.

xiao

he won’t admit it, but your stubbornness won him over. whenever he keeps telling you to stay away from him because of his karmic debt you always stuck to him like glue. at first this was annoying to him, because you’re like a stain that’s unable to be cleaned. he finds it irritating to say the least because he’s just trying to keep you safe and yet here you are taking every chance to see him. but now, he’s at ease. he doesn’t mind the accompaniment. only if it’s you. he can’t help but wonder ‘how can a mortal be this persistent?’ and how your presence soothes him like that of a blanket enveloping him; ridding him of any karmic debt lingering within him. the feeling is warm and softer than the almond tofu he’s usually served at the inn. you even listened in to his past because he trusts you that much. and for you to give him a simple hug made his brain malfunction. sure, he isn’t used to physical contact, but this is different. it cleanses him of his debt, the screams in his head subsided, it’s quiet. he closes his eyes and his arms shakily moved on their own and wrapped themselves around you as well. ‘thank you.’ is what he said. he tightened the hug a little while you rubbed circles around his back. he doesn’t understand how can a mortal like yourself be this sympathetic towards a yaksha who had done terrible things in the past and yet you showed bits and pieces of comfort despite it all. you understood him. because of this he silently promised himself that he will always protect you no matter how small or insignificant the matter is and to always be there for you. and maybe someday, he will realize his feelings for you. maybe someday he will realize he does have a purpose. this is the first step in changing xiao’s thoughts towards himself, and to you. and you’re right there to see it all.

an: so here’s the second upload for today! surprise surprise! i hope my word vomit will do your hearts justice because one time i’ve made my english teacher cry and be impressed by writing something similar to these,,, but anyways, i hope you enjoyed reading this little something and i’ll be going to bed now good night :)

#✏️ lume writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #mona x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x you #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x you #mona x you #xiao x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

[riya-song]

Ran Haitani × reader, sfw, fluff, no mentions of readers appearence, afab reader, mentions of sexual assault from the past (pls don't read if it triggers you or if you have any trauma, it's brief but it's there), soft Ran, protective Ran, (super OOC Ran, but I needed some comfort with him so I don't really care), no mentions of age but Ran and you are of the same age

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Ran Haitani when you go on date with a guy he doesn't like, and that guy disrespects your personal borders, because it happened to me once and I still have a trauma

- also I need some comfort with Ran because I kinda fell for him because of all soft fluff and comfort headcanons on tumblr

(you and Ran are not dating (yet))

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when you agreed to go to movies with your friend (who probably had a crush on you), you didn't expect anything necessarily bad to happen

and the movie itself was nice but you couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling you got from the guy

he was sweet, and he was a friend and a classmate of one of your friends, so you knew for sure he wasn't a bad guy, and he always made sure to give you attention and learn about your hobbies and things you liked

but you still felt uncomfortable around him for no particular reason

so while you two were watching the movie, your body was filled with anxiety for the whole time

once the movie ended, you both went outside the building

he suggested to walk you home, but you politely refused, saying you needed some stuff to do (when honestly you just wanted to spend some time by yourself to regain control over your body and chase the stiffness in it away)

he proceeded to offer you a goodbye hug, which you also tried to refuse politely, saying that you didn't think you two were close enough for that

(now, you loved hugs, you really did, but only with those you considered close to you. your family, your closest friends, your future s/o (which you didn't have yet). but you've known this guy just for some months (and considering you were sexually assaulted twice and had a phobia of strangers (or not so close friends) touching you, you weren't really fond of the idea of him hugging you, his suggestion giving you anxiety right away)

he didn't accept your refuse, proceeding to hug you and saying that you two "will get there", meaning that you two will become close enough for him to hug you (maybe even without asking as he didn't seem to take your "no" as one)

you knew right away, it wasn't gonna work out

"take your fucking hands away from her"

hearing Ran's voice had your body filled with relaxation

he was your close friend and one of the ones you were not afraid of letting to touch you, so him being here really made you feel safe

"and who may you be?" asked the guy you went to the movies with, finally letting go of you

"her boyfriend" replied Ran firmly and you felt your breath stuck in your lungs, eyes widening in shock

now, Ran's been flirting with you for a while now but you always tried to ignore it, as you've heard a lot of rumors about him and you knew some of them (if not most of them) were true

(like the one about him being a womanizer)

(you never thought he was being serious with you, as come on, it's Ran, he flirts with so many girls all the time)

"her boyfriend?" asked the guy, eyeing Ran cautiously

(now, you knew Ran could be intimidating when he needed it, he was in the gang, after all, and he was a really good fighter at that, but you never realized the extents of that before this time, seeing how the guy you went to movies with seemed to look smaller under Ran's pressuring gaze)

"yes, her boyfriend", he replied firmly once again, sliding his hand to squeeze yours to give you some comfort. "so I suggest you run along before I beated you to death".

the guy seemed uncomfortable but proceeded to collect himself, waving to you and saying goodbye and sharing his hopes you two will see each other again soon (which didn't seem to make Ran happy), taking his leave then

(you knew you won't be coming to any of your friends group's gazerings for a while)

"you okay?" asked Ran calmly after the guy was far enough

"mhm", you confirmed with a small humm. "what are you doing here?"

"thought I'll see for your safety myself".

"you were spying on me?" you asked with a surprised laugh

"hmm... kind of?"

"okay..." you laughed nervously

now, Ran was your close friend (at least you considered him as such) and you trusted him, and he most probably didn't spy on you out of bad means but, as he said, "to make sure you are safe"

(it was cute and you were glad for having such a caring friend)

(but it still was kinda creepy though)

you two walked around the area, just laughing at some funny signs on the buildings, or looking at cute things with Ran making funny remarks or little stories about them

(let's be honest, he always knew how to make you feel better or how to make you laugh, and you've never been bored with him)

as the day was coming closer to its end and the sky was slowly turning dark, you told him you're going to be heading home, as it wasn't totally safe on the streets of city at night

Ran suggested to walk you home which you agreed to gladly

as you got closer and closer to your house, you felt his hand in yours stiffen

"everything's fine?" you asked worryingly

"no", he replied firmly, stopping in front of your house

"what's happened? how can I help you?" you asked, a troubled look on your face

that's when you felt him hugging you from behind, circling his arms around your chest, lowering his head so his jaw was touching the right side of your neck, his two braids tickling your skin there

"I hate seeing you with other guys", he replied, his voice small yet so firm and sure

"I hate seeing you with other guys so can you please give me at least one chance?"

you felt your breath stuck in your lungs as he never said anything like that to any girls he flirted with, but also because he sounded so desperate, it made your heart sank

"Ran..."

"please, just this one time, at least this one, and if you feel uncomfortable, I won't pressure, I promise, just give me a chance. just this one time", he mumbled softly, holding you carefully in his arms

Ran was always soft around you. and flirty. very flirty. but he was flirty with other girls as well so you never took it as anything serious

now he sounded so broken and desperate, yet his voice firm as if he was sure of his words, being completely honest with you and his feelings for the first time you've been around him

"okay", you agreed smiling softly, which he could see from the corner of his eye.

his arms tightened around you, holding you even closer to his warm body as he calmly breathed, smiling gently

you seemed to stay like that for quite a long time as the sky got really dark and stars started filling it around the brightly shining moon

"Ran, I have to go home", you smiled slightly, leaning your head to his

"I don't want to let you go" he mumbled whining

"I'm just going home, we'll meet tomorrow", you laughed softly, smiling slightly

(you were meeting nearly every day, so it wasn't like you'll be gone for long)

"yes, but i don't want to let you go, I wanna stay like this", he pouted

"Ran, we'll meet tomorrow, it won't be that long"

he left out a sad sigh, not wanting to let go of you

"I love you", he said after a short silence. "I really do"

his voice so desperate yet assured, so you couldn't help it when you felt your heart start racing as if it was gonna jump out of your chest

"I can't say "I love you" for now, but i know for sure that I like you"

"hopefully it can change into something more, can't it?"

"it can. and it may"

he smiled softly, finally letting go of you

"I can't wait for that to happen"

you nodded, smiling slightly, and waved him goodbye, promising to see him tomorrow

"I really love you", he whispered watching you go inside your house. "I promise I won't mess my chance up"

under the moon and the starry sky he made this promise to himself, and he never ever reneged on it

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[twinklelilstarkey]

The 3 times you annoyed Rafe, and the 1 time he got used to it

Words: 4.5k+ Type: Fluff and mentions of smut Summary: You happen to be slightly annoying when it comes to your friends and you happen to catch the attention of Rafe Cameron. Warnings: Fem!Reader (at least mentions of body parts, no pronouns). Annoying reader. Rafe is very much in love. Mentions of alcohol consumption, parties, sexual activities, poker (?), etc.

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(1)

You’re not exactly an easy person to get along with. You’re, most of the time, in a bad mood and, whenever you aren’t, you just love to annoy people. To this day, you still don’t know how your friends get along with you. You’re quite the annoying person.

You always have an answer to every question, rhetorical or not, and you always know what strings to pull when it comes to other people. You know you’re like this. You can’t say you’re exactly proud of anything that comes from it since this has brought you to too many fights with other people, but you’ve grown used to how you were. And so have your friends. You have known all of them since primary school, so, it’s been a few years since the first time you pulled at their pigtails.

One thing they like to drag you into, which works as some sort of payment for annoying them, is parties. You enjoy the idea of staying home or just maybe hanging out with your friends for an afternoon. But parties? You hate partying. You hate the alcohol everyone seems to drown themselves in, and you hate how you - the most irresponsible person - happen to become the mom of the group for the night... You hate it all.

And that is exactly where they’ve dragged you for the night. The annual bonfire party. The most annoying, according to you, and the one that you’ve seen people get the most wasted in. Which does mean, in a way, that you will have some sort of entertainment. You love to see completely wasted people dance, they don’t even need music most of the time.

You and your friends had just spent the whole day at the beach and right when you were swimming, the idea was brought up. So, all of you just went home, got dressed in the most simple of clothing, and walked right out. You had just put on a white tank top and some shorts over a bikini. One you decided to put back on after the shower because you never know if you need to dive in the ocean and save a friend at these parties.

The party started maybe a few hours ago, but you only got here about an hour before now. Your friends have begun to drink since then, and you’re still trying to get them remotely close to one another in the ground part of the party. They aren’t exactly wasted, but they are already a bit tipsy. Therefore, not sober enough for you to let them be on the upper side of the party.

You sip your own drink here and there while trying to get the most fun out of this, and continuously ignore how you feel random people push up against you or a random elbow hits you in the back once in a few minutes. You do try to get the most fun out of the night, though. Ignoring the downsides, you always sing along with your friends when they do the hand-grabbing-and-screaming-the-lyrics-in-your-face move, and, overall, actually have fun. They'll never know you said that.

You look around as you wait for your friend to come back. She went to grab another drink at the makeshift bar, on the side of the party, and you feel the need to make sure she hasn’t fallen on her face just yet.

“I’m back!” She squeals in excitement, “I got a cherry-something one, it’s really good!”

You nod at her with a slight smile - your way to show your utmost excitement towards her favorite, cherry-flavored stuff. You watch as she goes back to where she was standing before and continues the conversation she was having with one of your other friends. You laugh at how, out of nowhere, she would interrupt herself to scream the lyrics and repeatedly tell all of you “Oh my god, this is totally my song!”.

You finish your drink as you laugh with your other friend about something she began to fill you in on - since she goes to more parties than you, therefore, has a lot to say. You continue to ignore how everyone seems to have to lean against you to walk through the crowd and begin to move a bit to the side to let them walk. Trying to ignore them or not, they’re starting to annoy you.

You bite the inside of your cheek whenever you feel someone elbow you again and swallow down your anger. They’re all drunk, they don’t even know they’re doing something wrong. There’s no use for you to be angry.

But that is when you feel someone actually being thrown against you. Your friend automatically stops talking and pushes the guy off you. Someone pushed him, for sure, so you accept his light and drunken “I’m so sorry”.

As the drunken guy walks away, another someone is pushed, but, this time, this someone is pushed by their own friends and all of them, including him, are finding it hilarious. You would’ve laughed too if his drink hadn’t landed right on your chest.

Your drunk friends gasp dramatically and you look down at your shirt, soaking wet and translucent, showing your bikini. You look up at the culprit to find none other than the man you’ve never cared enough to spare two looks.

Rafe Cameron.

He laughs with his friends and then looks down at you. He doesn’t look apologetic, nor does he look like he’ll ever spit out any sort of apology. You continue to stare at him and conclude that he’s not that drunk, just slightly giggly.

He’s wearing a blue polo and some shorts, his hair a slight mess as the gel must’ve been absorbed slightly with time.

“Shit, my drink.” He comments, looking down at his empty cup.

“Yeah, poor you.” You whisper at yourself.

“Did you say something?” He asks loudly over the music and you stare blankly at him. “Your mouth moved.”

You give him the fakest grin you can pull off.

“No, didn’t say a thing.” You tell him, “Do you have something to say?”

Rafe looks at you, and your annoyance, which has been growing throughout the night, begins to worsen. His two other minions stand behind him. They are clearly drunk, giggling behind Rafe as if he was their invisibility cloak. Hands over their mouths while some giggles escape the loud sound of the music.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, thinking, and then points a finger at your chest.

“Is that my drink?”

“Take a guess, Cameron.”

He lifts his eyes over to yours with interest once you spit his name with anger, and a smile grows on his face. Screw the guy for ruining your shirt, but you can’t say he isn’t attractive.

“Makes your boobs look good.” He comments.

He is most definitely being affected by the alcohol, you can tell when he slows down at a few syllables of his words, but he’s sober enough for you to admit that he is consciously doing this.

You offer him a quick smile, which he thought was real, and he smiles back. You continue to smile as you take a step to the side and take the cherry drink from your friend's hand. The dark red alcoholic drink, which is always all syrup, moves in the cup in your hand, and you don’t hesitate before doing the rest.

You ignore all of the “No” coming from your friends as you’re about to do it, and you smile brightly as the syrupy red drink slides down Rafe Cameron’s face, right after you threw it. His friends laugh behind him in a bit of a shock, and Rafe looks back at you.

He’s not laughing anymore.

You point your finger at his face and smile so brightly that even Rafe couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Made your face look good.” You tilt your head.

You give the empty cup back to your friend and look all through your group. Their drunken minds have brought them to stare at the Kook prince for just a while longer before bursting out in chuckles.

You make them move away to go grab new drinks, and Rafe stares back as you walk off. Who the fuck are you?

(2)

“Kiara, stop talking and take these.”

Kiara looks away from you, and you look back at her mom. She is impatiently looking back at her daughter as she holds two plates in her hands, waiting for Kiara to take them to the table of tourons. Kiara sighs and leans away from the counter to grab onto the plates and walk away.

You’ve been Kiara’s neighbor for a few years now. Your friendship is not as strong as it is with your other friends, but that might be because of the way it started. Your mom was worried that you wouldn’t have friends while growing up, so she actually planned weekend playdates with Kiara and her mom. It was a very forced friendship, and you two didn’t like each other very much.

Now, it’s all tradition, and neither of you wants to break it for the sake of your mothers' friendship.

You two are completely different crowds. You like to be a Kook and be around your kook friends, on the kook side of the beaches and go to kook hangouts. Kiara is everything but that, so you two don’t exactly agree on much.

You lean away from the counter to let them work in peace and go over to one of the tables at the entrance, pulling your phone out of your pocket to get yourself some entertainment. You text a few people and answer anything that Kiara says as she walks by you.

You smile at her as she leaves another half of the sentence untold as she walks away, looking like her legs aren’t letting her stop, and you continue to scroll through your social media. A familiar face appears right away. A simple picture of him with his friends at a pool party at, what you’d assume, one of their houses.

You two only began to follow each other on social media recently. It was all a weird turn of events, but it did happen two days ago, and you haven’t forced yourself to hate yourself just yet.

The doorbell jiggles as the door is pushed open. You ignore the possible other tourons moving into the restaurant to have their early lunch and decide to finally scroll down on the post you were staring at for quite a bit of time. Damn him and his abs.

“You could always stare for a little longer, but I would be careful with the drooling.” A voice says in your ear, making you jump in your seat and look over your shoulder.

Rafe Cameron smiles down at you, and you roll your eyes. You don’t say anything to him just yet and turn back around to face your phone.

“I wasn’t staring, I was making sure you hid the facetune correctly.” You let him know, “You know, people will catch on at one point.”

“Oh, yeah?” He smiles, “What’s fake?” He asks you, with obvious humor in his tone.

You scroll up for the fun of it and feel Rafe lean down again, his head right by yours. You take a look at the picture again and squint as if to actually get a good look at the non-existent photoshop.

“Right here,” You point at the line of his shoulder, “You’re stretched enough to seem like someone can lay over your shoulder. That’s fake and,” You look at him this time, “Bad photoshop.”

Rafe stares back at you, a smile pulling at his lips, and the two of you just stand there, staring at one another as if to see who laughs first but simply inches apart.

“You could start answering my texts.” He changes the subject.

You smile brightly at him.

“What? One date and you already got clingy, Cameron?” You ask him, faking a pout in pity.

He smiles back at you and pulls back, standing back to his full height. You continue to stare at him, shamelessly, and he looks back.

“Want to have the second one today?” He asks you, and you break into a smile again.

“You wish.” You tell him, “I have plans.”

“What plans?” He asks.

“Ones more important than you.” You tell him, “Now, move along. You’re blocking my view of the kitchen.”

Kiara must already be planning how to cut you into little pieces and serve you at lunch hour, at this point. You two could disagree on a lot of things, but, if she sees you with Rafe, you know she won’t hesitate into breaking traditions and your mothers’ hearts.

“What about tomorrow?” He asks.

“Still can’t.” You tell him. Tomorrow’s Sunday, you’re still with Kiara.

“When are you free then?”

“I’ll text you the date.” You tell him quickly.

He gives you a doubtful look, and you smile at that. You may or may not be leaving him on read for these past two days, even when you’ve been shamelessly staring at his pictures on Instagram.

“Fine.” You tell him, “Monday?”

Rafe cringes dramatically at the date, and you take a deep breath, just as dramatic.

“I have plans.” He tells you.

“Cancel it.” You shrug.

He bites his tongue in annoyance but still with his smile, and you get up from your chair to move back to your place by the counter to annoy Kiara. You pat his chest and walk away.

Kiara wasn’t looking, surprisingly, this whole time. She turns back to the front to face you, once she’s done helping her dad with something, and you two rebegin your conversation. No tables to serve and nothing to help with, she can finally finish telling you what she’s been trying to say this whole time.

Rafe stares at you still and tries to ignore the little annoying voice in his mind. You can be annoying but you do haunt his mind every time you walk off. He’s supposed to go fishing with his dad on Monday, should he just cancel it?

He stares for a bit longer, and you laugh at something Kiara just said. Fuck it, he’s getting that second date on Monday.

(3)

“Shit.” You exclaim while breathing heavily.

You fall onto Rafe’s sweaty chest, and you two lay in the silence for a bit. Your sweaty bodies against one another as the two of you try and get your breathing to calm down. Your hand lays over his shoulder as your forehead lays on his peck. His hands stay by your hips still, previously holding onto them to a point of possible bruising, and his head lays back on your pillow.

You lift your head after some time and look up at him. He looks at you as well, and you pull yourself up slightly. Your lips lay over his, and his hand moves away from your hip to hold the back of your head. The kiss is soft and sweet, something you two seem to find yourselves doing every time you’re done having sex.

Three official dates later, and you two already have sex throughout the weeks with absolutely no shame. There hasn’t been any officializing of some sort of a relationship, to your friends' disappointment, but these late-night activities have slowly become a routine. 

Rafe holds onto you while your lips don’t separate and sits up, making you whine with slight discomfort against his lips. His hand moves down and touches the softness of your skin, up and down your back. Your fingers find his hair at the back of his head and move through the strands, sometimes pulling on them slightly.

You pull away and look back at Rafe for a bit. Both of you have grown tired with the night, but neither of you is pulling one another away. You move your eyes over to your alarm at the bedside table and see that it’s already 2 AM.

“Are you spending the night here?” You ask him before bringing your eyes back to him.

“Not unless you want me to.” He answers.

You roll your eyes at him and his smirk for obvious teasing. There may or may not have been a night where you asked him to stay at your place for the night. He did with absolutely no hesitation, but Rafe is Rafe and he likes to tease you back for everything that you do.

You stand from his lap slowly and move over to go to the bathroom.

“Just leave some covers for me, this time.” You tease back while you walk into your bathroom.

Rafe smiles as you say that.

“Move closer to me and you will always have covers.” He tells you before you close the door.

He waits for you to be done, and when you walk out, you’re already wearing a t-shirt over your naked body. You walk back to the bed and remember what he said before you used the bathroom.

“I’m not cuddling with you in the overbearing heat of this summer.” You tell him seriously.

“I didn’t say anything about cuddling.” He tells you back, “But if you want to, that’s what the AC’s for.” He offers right after he finishes his other sentence.

You smile at him and sit back down on the bed.

“That answer was quick.” You tell him teasingly, “Did you already have plans on cuddling me to sleep, Cameron?” 

It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you now. You always seem to have baggage with your teasing, it never ends.

He lays back down on the bed, with his head over your pillow, and looks back at you. You watch him as he doesn’t move, his whole torso still exposed while the rest of his body is covered by the white covers.

“Are you going to stare at me all night?” He asks you, lifting his arm.

“You do it all the time.” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, well, you lost your privilege to stare at me when you commented on my hogging of the blankets.”

You smile at him and reach over him to your bedside table. Rafe watches as you grab the small controller and click on the buttons to lower the temperature of the room. He smiles, even though you can’t see it, and you put back down the controller.

You move slightly on the bed and lay down beside Rafe, pulling the covers to cover the both of you ever so slightly. Your head lays on his chest and his arm, which has still been in the air this whole time, finally rests around your back. Your arm rests by his side and you close your eyes after a few seconds of silence.

Rafe stares at the ceiling for some more time and, after just a few minutes, he feels your breathing against his chest soften. He looks down to find you sleeping peacefully. A small smile appears on his lips and his hand caresses your back softly.

He can always get used to your teasing.

+ 1

It’s one of those days when everyone is at the beach. Some people are surfing, some sunbathing, and others just drinking in the corner or playing some sort of game. All kinds of them. It’s all good fun, and you get to spend some time with your friends.

You all are just walking back to your towels after playing some volleyball with some random locals and a few tourons (and also after you washed the sand away from you at the sea). Your friends have begun to plan on getting some food since the sun is already setting and also because all you’ve eaten today is fruit and one sandwich split by all 4 of you.

You all dry yourselves super quickly with your towels and get some clothes on. Some of your friends prefer to just put on their shirts, while you put on your shorts and your other friend puts on her dress. You’re quick to grab all of your backpacks and follow each other over the now not-so-scalding sand.

You step onto the wooden planks and all share a nice conversation while walking towards the nearby restaurants, just by the entrance of the beach.

“No! I hate their food, can we please go to another one?” One of your friends says as soon as she notices where you’re all walking towards.

No one fights to eat at that place and you all continue to walk and check the other options. Some people are sitting on the outside tables that each establishment offers and hiding under the shade of their umbrellas. Almost no place has free chairs or tables, except for the ones inside, but you don’t want to risk sitting where there’s no AC - happened once, and you will never do it again.

“Isn’t that Topper?” One of the girls asks.

You look up to see your boyfriend's best friend closing the trunk of his car and beginning to walk towards one of the restaurants. One of the girls shouts out his name, and he turns around, offering a smile as soon as he sees who it is.

He waits until all of you get to him, and you greet each other.

“The guys are just on that one over there.” He points at a restaurant in the distance, “I just had to go grab a shirt in my car.”

Before all of you could say or ask anything, he turns back around and all of you see the sunburn on his back - explaining the need for the t-shirt. 

The whole group walks over to the restaurant he just pointed at and you see Rafe, Kelce, and some other 3 guys sitting around a table. All of them have beers near them and cards in their hands. What surprises you is that there’s no money at the center of the table. These guys love to lose money at any given moment - so, it is weird, indeed.

As all of you get near the restaurant, some of them look up and greet you, getting everyone else’s attention. The whole rest of the group of the boys are occupying the other tables and they're all sitting in one big circle.

“We’ll go and make our orders inside.” One of your friends tells you, “Do you want the usual?”

“Yes, please.” You smile at her.

They all walk over inside the establishment and you go over to Rafe, who’s staring at his cards thoughtfully. He looks up when you get close to him and smiles when he notices that it’s you.

“Hi.” You tell him before leaning down to give him a kiss.

He whispers back the greeting and steals a quick kiss before looking back down at his cards. You walk over to behind him and have your head just near his, staring at his hand of cards.

You watch as they play a few rounds and, soon, your friends get back with the food in their hands. You grab it but watch the game as it goes around.

“What does the winner get?” One of your friends asks.

“Eternal pride.” Kelce tells her.

“Uh,” She says and you lean your chin on Rafe’s shoulder, “You never do it without money.”

“We changed the rules.” Topper tells her.

“Why?” You ask, curious.

“Some touron already won a few too many games against us.” Rafe explains and you and your friends can’t help but laugh.

Knowing that nothing is on the line in this game, you sip your drink and look over at Rafe’s cards again. You whisper in his ear to play a specific one, and he turns his head to look at you with a knowing smile.

“You want me to lose the game?” He asks you.

You don’t answer him and watch as he plays a way better card. The new round comes around and you lean in to point at an even worse card to play. Rafe watches you do it and plays another one. You laugh by his ear, and your chuckles make your boyfriend smile at the sound. You tap another one and he, this time, flicks your hand away, making your friends laugh, this time.

There are a few rounds that you don’t do anything, just to build some inconsistency to your annoying tries to make your boyfriend lose. This time, you actually grab the card and slightly pull at it.

“I will bite your hand off.” Rafe says while chuckling and flicking your hand again.

You lean your head on his shoulder again and he leans his head against yours as the game goes on. He sees your hand approaching his cards, and Topper sees it too.

“If it’s pulled out, you need to play it.” He tells his best friend, getting a glare for him. “New rule.”

Rafe, knowing that you will jump on the opportunity, grabs your hand and does the first thing that comes to mind and traps it under his chin as he plays the best card he can before you release your hand. He offers you a smile in complete pride in himself for being able to win you once more, and you smile back.

Once Kelce is playing, Rafe sees your hand approaching again.

“I will throw you in the water.” He threatens you in a whisper, making you laugh beside him.

When it’s time, both of you reach for the cards as quickly as you can. Rafe is able to pull your hand away before grabbing the first card he sees and throwing it on the table. Yet it takes a few seconds for him to realize what he just did.

He pulled the exact same card you wanted him to, the weakest one. He stares ahead, trying to hold onto the laughter that wants to escape him, and you try to muffle your chuckles underneath your hand right next to him.

Not even 3 rounds later, Rafe loses and is out of the game. He looks right at you, crediting you the whole fault behind his loss, and you smile adorably at him.

“Just wait, babe, you’ll be the next one to play.” He tells you with his smirk.

You laugh at him and give him a kiss on the cheek as he leans back on his chair, wrapping your arm around him across his chest. The two of you talk in whispers as the guys continue to concentrate on the game. Sometimes you kiss his cheek, and there’s once when Rafe steals a quick kiss when you’re just waiting for his answer on a question he didn’t even hear.

Your friends stare at the two of you a few times and feel their hearts melt at the sight. You aren’t always kissing or doing much PDA, but it’s the way you two look at one another while the other speaks that makes them stare. You two can be the most improbable and annoying couple ever, but you don’t belong with anyone else but each other.

“Remind me to throw a drink in someone’s face one day.” One of your friends whispers at Topper.

“Will do.” He whispers back while staring at the two of you.

I'M BACK, BESTIEEEES!!!! I had so much fun writing this, I really hope you enjoyed it <3

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[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Lava Cake is 'The Blue' by Gracie Abrams

You live in Hollywood You're half an hour from me Your reputation's good <- Hollywood = Vacker fame I hope we've got a lot in common I kinda think you should Just drop it all and call me <- The oh crap, we DO have a lot in common and now all I want to do is talk to you You'd tell me on the phone You really want to meet my family <- Fitz genuinely wanting to know Marella and her life and to be apart of it. Even if she's scared and embarrassed of her mom and feels so guilty for it.

You'd talk about your dad He used to get so angry He'd scare you and your brother 'Til you felt you needed saving <- This only works if you like sucky Alden HC's. Which I do. I think this could reflect Alvar and Fitz's relationship with each other and their dad. I know I'd let you in On all my bad decisions You'd make them feel less terrible The second that you'd listen <- having someone who really listens to you. Feeling young and carefree again. Encouraging each other to be a bit reckless, to not hold onto the fear of being judged.

You came out of the blue like that You came out of the blue like that I never could've seen you coming I think you're everything I've wanted <- You've been around my whole life. But it's like we're meeting for the first time. This wasn't supposed to happen, but it feels good and safe. You aren't who I expected you to be, and I was shallow with my preconceived notions about you, and I'm sorry. But this feels good. It feels safe. This isn't a silly school-girl crush anymore.

I wonder if you know If you can tell I'm losing I'm going down without a fight <- They're not even pretending there isn't something going on between them. They aren't denying the feelings as they come. It's all softness, flirting, giggles, and pinkie promises. I don't know how you do it You say we share a brain Apologizing for it But I take it as a compliment <- Their shared bluntness and fear of other people's opinions of them. The way they try to hide the more broken parts of them under masks. The way they can grow resentful when they feel ignored or unchosen. These traits that aren't always the best, suddenly becoming a compliment bc they're reflected in the person you love. You make me really nervous <- They're in love ur honor

Send me every song That keeps you up from sleeping I bet I could recite 'em all <- UM this fits perfectly with @myfairkatiecat 's HC about Fitz transmitting Marella 2am poetry and stuff.

I won't forget the feeling Of staying up with you Despite the space between us I've never felt this close to someone What if you're my weakness? <- They come from different worlds, and yet, it's them against the world. It's them in the quiet, in between moments, teetering between vulnerability and masks. Sharing glances across the room, with eyes that say 'You are known to me'

#kotlc #lava cake #marella redek #Fitz vacker #lyric analysis #Spotify

[lieutenantfloyd]

Everything, Everything, and the Search for Reclamation - Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Autistic!Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Graphic and in depth descriptions of autistic meltdowns, mentions of self hatred/depression, poor mental health, bullying, language, and use drowning as an allegory.

Summary: On a rare occasion, reader accompanies Beau to an important event. Reader ends up having a meltdown shortly after they arrive. This causes reader to recall painful memories, as well as question Beau’s perennial and undying love for them.

Note: Leaving the taglist off of this as its very different from what I usually post. This is a hurt/comfort fic heavily based on my experiences (both past and present) as an autistic person. Self diagnosis is not only valid, but lifesaving. Lastly, this fic was also inspired by many songs, including Time Will Tell by Gregory Alan Isakov, Like Real People Do by Hozier, and We’ll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross.

Every nerve ending in your body was on highest alert as you blindly rounded the corner leading to the deserted hallway. Tears fall as you grip at your throat in one last effort to keep yourself from drowning in the deep, dark, and endless sea of sensory input. -

Around your tenth birthday, you were sent to see yet another professional. Off you went to be examined like the oddity the world was coming to see you as. Another professional, another declaration that something clearly isn't right, but that they just can't place exactly what it is.

It wasn't until your 16th birthday that you learned just about everyone was gifted a boat to captain upon their arrival into the world. The ships' captains then grew up and formed the world into what suited them best. You read an article once detailing how it took them virtually no time on the cosmic scale to begin replacing the peace that had existed long before anything else with ports, fishing nets, and water. Water that swallowed the world whole. It was once the water appeared that the existence of the existence of those without ships became known. The ones with rafts, barrels, buoys, or nothing at all.

You learned quickly that you were one of them. Though clearly not a ship captain, your craft floated well enough that you went unnoticed on a grander scale.

If you somehow managed to get a hand on the rail of these boats, they'd rush over with an endless slew of anecdotes letting you know they knew exactly what it was like to be you, or better yet, why you were actually just like them, because look! Your weathered, weary hand is up here with them so, of course, it wasn't really that bad, right?

Then they'd pluck your fingers off one by one and send you on your way, all while muttering "So dramatic, the drowning ones are.".

Yet it was the choked screams that bothered the captains most. Not the poor drowning souls, but the disturbance of their wicked form of peace and order. As if somehow it was your fault you were never told that boats even existed, let alone be granted one. Like it was your fault that they ignored your lifetime of pleas and wails crying for their help. Begging to let you float alongside their ship for a while. Yet in their eyes, you were nothing more than a seafaring disturbance, to which they only sailed away with their propellers kicking up more water. Leaving you alone to drown like always.

-

Too loud.

Too bright.

Too warm.

Too close.

It was all too much.

Why did it always have to be like this? Why couldn't you just be normal for once?

Scream, cry, claw out of your body. Run and run and run.

You wanted needed to be anywhere but here.

You shook as wave after wave of nausea and adrenaline coursed through your body. Already labored breath catching in your throat over and over again. Despite the almost primal urge to wail out, you couldn't. Neither words nor sounds were able to be produced, your body instead allocating its forces to sending you into yet another meltdown and subsequently, allowing your mind to spiral into that familiar pattern of complete and utter self-hatred.

You promised yourself you wouldn't do this. You fucking promised.

This was a big night for Beau, and by nothing but pure association, yourself. Yet less than 2 hours in and here you were once again. It'd long been understood between you two that for most events, you'd stay home. He'd always expressed that your comfort was his biggest priority, yet you couldn't shake that sick feeling every time an event rolled around. From the beginning, your relationship was a source of much confusion for the gossipy military spouses you were expected to hang around. Why had Beau, a picture-perfect navy man, pushed aside the countless eligible suitors in favor of someone who could barely hold a conversation, let alone be the pillar he needed in such a high-stress career? Years in they'd yet to get an answer just as Beau had yet to pay them any mind.

It could've been seconds or days, but through your checked-out mind, you felt him pull you into his embrace without a word. Onto the floor, you both went. Him positioning his body into a seated fetal position and melding himself around you. You didn't have to look up to know it was him. Not in the romance novel "I'd know him blind" way, and not just because your senses were so heightened that you could feel each individual fiber woven together to create your formal wear. But because Beau was the only person who dared to even acknowledge you in this state, and acknowledge he did.

Dark, heavy, quiet, safe.

You stayed like that, with him humming and rocking you slowly. The rumble in his chest paired with the weight of his body pressing deeply into yours allowing your nervous system to rest and eventually begin to reset.

Words were still hard, but reckoning with the guilt bubbling in your chest was harder.

“I-I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry" you sobbed into him almost silently.

How badly you wanted things to be different.

How badly you wanted to just function like a normal person. How even after pulling yourself up from the depths you still would never be anything like the person you hoped desperately to be. You allowed yourself to stay up late, read books you were "too old" for, waste money on interests labeled as pointless by others but meant the world to you. Let yourself talk in circles about the same topic for hours, days, months until your lungs burned from oxygen depravity and your mind quieted ever so slightly. How you allowed yourself to just feel, in the way your soul knew was right despite what you were taught. The way you did before the judgmental eyes and sickening snark world took hold. How you picked the rot and maggots away from your spine with chipped and dirty nails. How you stretched your arms upwards towards the waning moon as the midnight air crept beneath your ribs, letting the coolness of the night tangle with the rage and the sick you'd been nurturing since birth. How piece by piece, you began to reclaim what you so dearly missed out on.

Yet it was moments like these that you understood so deeply why you stopped letting yourself feel anything by the time you hit second grade. The hurt of feeling nothing at all paled so harshly in comparison to the unbridled fear that crept into your very being when everything became too much for you to handle. You'd been blessed to find a place to just be, but even that wasn't enough to stop the hurt from seeping in.

You did your best to push these thoughts away. Best not to linger, you'd taught yourself. From here you attempted to bring yourself back into the real world. Yet as you regained awareness of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore that in your current position your world consisted of nothing but him.

You were well aware that he couldn't fix you. Nothing could, as there was technically nothing to fix. You were just "wired differently" you tried tirelessly to reassure yourself. He knew this too, and for whatever reason, he still stayed. Running right alongside you, outside and in the sunlight. Offering you his pockets to fill with rocks and wildflowers when yours got too heavy.

He'd never know even half of what it is like. Honestly, you reveled in this. He didn't deserve that burden. What simultaneously left you elated and heartbroken was the way he navigated everything you were with so much care. Leaving the fluorescent light off while you slept in the blanket-filled bed opposite the bathroom, eating the same one-note dinner for months on end, and now practically laying on the floor in full dress in a desperate effort to bring you some semblance of peace.

You'd asked on multiple occasions what you did to deserve his love and why he chose to stay with you for the long haul. It was by all accounts perilous work with zero reward. He'd wave off your questions with that air of command and finality he wielded so well. Over time you accepted this and pushed that area of doubt away. Away, but never gone.

It was a night marked by candlelight, dark but not stormy, when he finally gave you an answer.

"You're not, nor have you ever been, an inconvenience to me."

#b.simpson #cyclone x reader #cyclone #top gun x reader #beau cyclone simpson #cyclone top gun #autistic!reader #top gun #top gun maverick

[teenandbeyond]

I'm craving some Frieza x female!reader hurt/comfort (as feasibly possible with Frieza's personality 😂) recently and if it's okay I'd love to see your take on it. Specifically a scenario in which Frieza is either sick or hurt after a fight and the femreader tries to help him despite his protests. He'd be such a piss baby about it but it just seems like a fun scenario

Frieza x Fem. Reader Headcanons

Hc styleeeee

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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❄Bandages❄

Warning(s): Fluff?

You make it your personal duty to take care of Frieza after he gets injured, too bad he has so much pride he could drown in it.

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When he met your eyes, you gasped as he collapsed in the doorway. Rushing over to him.

"Lord Frieza! What happened?!"

"Just a little spar, I'll be fine--Don't you dare help me!"

You ignored the plea as your eyes trailed over his cuts and bruises, before pausing on the big gash on his side.

"Stand up and give me your arm, you lost a lot of blood."

"No."

A glare was all it took for him to relent.

You took him to your room, your clinic.

Yes, Frieza was crushing on the healer.

Oh, that hadn't been mentioned yet?

Oops.

You sat him down on the examination bed, the instant you heard the impact of him sitting, you rushed to collect anything you needed.

"This isn't necessary. I'll be fine, nothing a little elastic bandage can't fix."

You slowly turned around, horrified, "No, wonder you have so many scars! You can't just slap bandages around and call it a day!"

After hearing that, you get back to him as soon as you can.

You grab an arm first, dipping a cotton swab into some alcohol and dabbing at a cut.

"Ow. That stings. Can't you just put on bandaids and get this over with?"

"Stop being so whiny."

"But it stings."

"Apparently The Mighty Frieza can't handle an alcohol swab. What a baby," you muttered.

"I am not!"

You're the only other person who can get away with saying such things...only because your face is so cute when you're irritated.

You finish with his arms and move to his side, cleaning it as well as you could with his flinching.

You pouted, "Yeah, I'll absolutely have to sew this closed."

You prepared and cleaned the needle before getting to work.

"Ow, ow, ow--"

"I wasn't even moving on that last one," you gave him an unimpressed stare.

"Needles hurt," he whined in defense.

"Yeah? You've had worse injuries, I think you'll be fine."

Once you finally got past that, you moved to the smaller cuts on his face.

You were too close.

He could feel your breath.

See all the little blemishes on your face he otherwise wouldn't have noticed.

And he did his best to not let his eyes flicker down, he promises he did.

The thing was, you didn't know about this little crush.

You didn't know that out of the main things that went through his mind the most, you always overtook them whenever you pleased.

You didn't think much of his protectiveness over you.

He literally killed a guy because he made you uncomfortable staring at you too long.

Or his favor toward you.

You weren't dense.

You just figured since you were his personal healer, he wanted to make you comfortable with him by using his charm. Making sure his authority was known and anyone that worked directly under him deserved respect.

Like when he invited you to some space gala as his plus one, buying you a pretty dress that you never wanted to know the price of.

Or when someone bumped into you and made you fall, scraping your arm. He promptly tossed them out of the ship.

Okay, maybe you were a little dense.

"Alright, all done, get out of here," you teased.

Maybe he just had to be straightforward instead of coming to you whenever he got hurt.

Just as you went to pull away, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer.

You were centimeters away from a kiss.

Seriously, if either of you moved, your lips would brush together.

"L-Lord Fri--"

"Frieza is fine, I'd prefer that from you, darling."

Where most would have trembled at the intensity of his stare, you merely gave him one equally as intense.

He loved that about you, you could match him, despite the large gaps of power.

"...Frieza."

Yes, he quite liked that.

"I do wonder...How good a kisser you are."

"I--I wouldn't know, I've never..."

He smirked, "Well, we could always find out."

#frieza x reader #frieza dbz #freiza fluff #fluff #anime #frieza headcanons #dbz headcanons #hurt/comfort

[emberswrites]

If you're still up for the game, Meeting the in-laws and Sakumo, pleaseeee? :D

Prompt Game - Same universe as this, because why not. Very excited to write Sakumo for the first time!

"You look different these days. Lighter." Sakumo says, an entirely knowing smile gracing his features. His long, silver hair pulled back from his face; Kakashi can clearly see the amusement in his father's eyes.

They are in the centre of the Hatake district waiting for their guests, where the main road in leads and around which the individual houses form a circle; new builds adding to the edges like the rays coming off the sun. Theirs is a small clan, a pack, they call it affectionately - echoes of their long, if quiet history. The Hatake are not known to make waves, but withstand them they will and quite well at that.

This might be the biggest wave in fact, potentially aligning with one of the most prominent and powerful clans in the land, a fiery blaze of characters in contrast to the subdued but quick-strike nature of theirs.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, father." Kakashi replies, though it's said in a way that confirms he absolutely does.

They are close, and Sakumo has always attended to Kakashi in a way many fathers don't in this age - seeing him as more than an heir or a warrior. It had been his idea that Kakashi present to the Uchiha when announcement was made they would consider other clans for his marriage. An opportunity to be sure, but Sakumo had never made any such suggestions when similar things had happened with other well-regarded clans always leaving Kakashi to his own decisions. Kakashi had always found himself bored with the company at clan meetings and social events alike, all the potential matches too pretentious, or shallow, or with the personalities of dull rock.

"I've met the boy," he'd said with a grin, "Just give it a chance."

Sakumo doesn't get a chance to tease him further, as their guests appear at the mouth of the road, and both they and the Hatake clan members present straighten up.

The Uchiha are distinct, and distinct to the Hatake even more so. Dark, rich shades of clothing and dark hair, to the Hatake's forest greens and greys and silver strands. Warm complexions to their cooler toned skin. And yet when Kakashi had taken Sasuke's hand in his own that first time, he didn't think he'd ever seen a contrast as lovely.

Goodness. He really was different, he thinks. The minx had settled in and curled himself entirely around Kakashi's heart and to think he'd thought he'd been the one leading Sasuke into his den.

Speaking of Sasuke, he bows as their delegations meet. Fugaku and Mikoto greeting Sakumo first before Sasuke steps forward.

"Hatake-san," he says, "It is lovely to see you again, I'm honoured to meet the rest of your clan at last."

He looks every bit the part of suitable and sweet, well-mannered son-in-law - though Kakashi knows by now he can just as easily be entirely unsuitable for public consumption.

"The pleasure is mine. I suspect I have you to thank for my son's especially good spirits these days." Sakumo replies as they walk.

Sasuke only lets his eyes slide to Kakashi's then, as they are led inwards to the main house where supper will be sat.

"Then forgive me, but I shall have to place blame on him for my especially bad one. I'm not very patient, you see."

Sakumo laughs at this, a hearty chuckle that gets Sasuke's parents to look back in curiosity only for Fugaku to see the cheeky look on Sasuke's face and the little shrug he gives and turn forward again with a sigh.

Sasuke looks up at Sakumo then, over a head taller than he is at the moment, and blinks innocently.

"Might I add, Hatake-san, that I can see where Kakashi-san gets his handsome face. Dare I say I have many joyous years ahead of me, should he have inherited your good genes and fortune."

Kakashi is glad dinner hasn't started, or he might have choked on something for that one. His father laughs again, this time ignored by the Uchiha who seem to have written this off as par for the course. Did they really have to wield their charisma as effectively as they do their dojutsu? Surely this had to be unfair.

"Well, aren't you the flatterer. I thank you all the same." Sakumo says with good humor, and Kakashi can already see how charmed he is by the young Uchiha. He's beginning to wonder if he'd fallen so hook, line, and sinker, too...

They sit for supper, Sakumo leaning towards Kakashi to murmur before the meal formally begins, his tone approving.

"You've got your hands full with that one."

Across the table, Sasuke winks at him as his foot slides up Kakashi's calf and under his kimono.

"In one way or another."

#kakasasu #feels like lightning #embers' asks

[enders-redemption]

some rdr2 advice i wish i’d had when i started playing! ♥️🏜

no major spoilers, but if you haven’t played yet and want to go in blind, don’t read!!

one: first off! if you’ve never played before: savor it. don’t feel like you’ve gotta go fast, there’s tons and tons to do besides the main storyline, and rushing through will make you miss lots of little details and fun side quests!

two: without spoiling too much, i will just say that how high/low your honor is does affect the story, so be aware of that. high honor also gets you discounts at stores, and will give you more money when you loot corpses!

three: even if you’re playing high honor, it’s almost always worth it to free the prisoners from any prison wagons you see. they’ll often give you tips on places to rob, or businesses that have shady things going on, etc.

four: pay!!! attention!!! to!!! your minimap!!! i can’t tell you how important that is!! enemies, hostile animals, npcs you can meet; they’ll all show up on your minimap when they’re near.

five: pay attention to your horse too! when hostile animals are close your horse will let you know, usually before you see it or before it even shows up on the minimap. there’s also little tells in your horse if you’re about to be ambushed: if you’re at a gallop, and your horse slows down without reason in the middle of nowhere and won’t pick up the pace, it’s likely that you’re about to be ambushed by a gang.

six: save manually often! the game doesn’t do a good job of telling you, but if you pause, go to ‘story’, and then ‘save game’, you can manually save instead of relying on autosave. this is helpful if your horse dies and you want to reload a save, resetting hunting spawns, etc.

seven: i personally wish i’d known this sooner; for the dino bone quest and the carved rock quest, both the bones and the carvings show up when you use eagle eye. they appear as a little patch of yellow particles (like legendary animal clues), which puts them aside from the normal white particles of plants and animals. so, while you’re out exploring, it helps to occasionally do an eagle eye check just to see if there’s anything in the area!

eight: be, and i cannot stress this enough, careful in the bayou at night. especially if you have your horse with you. save manually before you go in and after anything important you do, and make sure you have your gun ready to go. don’t trust any animal noises you hear there at night; they ain’t always animals.

nine: not all animals are the same quality when hunting! use your binoculars, focus on an animal, and hit ‘show info’ which will tell you whether it’s poor, good, or perfect quality. the perfect animals are the only ones who will yield perfect pelts, and that’s only if you use the right weapon to kill them (show info will also tell you what to kill them with) and get them in one shot. i recommend going for headshots.

ten: even if you’re doing a low honor playthrough, i recommend always helping the npcs off the side of the road who are injured. ie, there’s a guy who gets bit by a snake, a guy who gets stuck in a bear trap, etc. just give them a health cure- it’ll pay off, promise.

eleven: when choosing a weapon to fight with, everyone has their own preferences, but here’s mine; i find that the springfield rifle loaded with express cartridges kills most humans in one shot, and it’s a very accurate shot too. bad thing is the reload time is a little long, but if you fight from horseback on a horse who can take hits (like i do, i use a shire) and stay moving it shouldn’t be too much of an issue. i’ve raided hideouts with 20+ enemies at a time like that, just watch you and your horses health!

twelve: for the love of god, keep!! your!! cores!! full!! i can’t tell you how many youtubers i’ve seen who just ignore their cores and wonder why health/stamina regen is so slow! feed yourself and your horse often; the canned foods are meh, they mostly just take up space, cooked meat is the best. as for horses; oatcakes, hay, and beets are some of the foods that fill up their cores the most.

thirteen: horse health and stamina amounts matters more than speed, but honestly, just play with the horse you want. (you can always roid em up with health/stamina cures, anyways). people talk about what horses have the best stats, which ones you should be using- don’t worry about all that, because it really doesn’t make a huge difference. like i said, i use the black shire horse you get from hosea, and it’s got one of the worst looking speed stats, but that boy can move. the difference between him and my brindle thoroughbred (one of the fastest horses) is only slightly noticeable, if i’m being honest. just use whatever horse makes you happy!

that’s all i can think of for now; there’s definitely more, and i might come back and edit this, but i’m tired and can’t think rn😞 hope this helps!!!

#rdr2 #rdr2 advice #spoilers #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 arthur morgan

[esotl]

Performance - Chapter 11 (Part 20)

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Hokuto, Wataru

Translation Directory

It's known as a tragedy, and yet, I can't agree with that assessment.

Location: Inside a Train

Wataru: In actuality... I've never once come across one, a person who declares "I want to be like Hibiki Wataru!"

Which is to say, I am indeed still half-baked.

Hokuto: That's because you're out of the norm... No-one can even dream of being like you.

The more I come to know you, the more I feel that distance, too.

Wataru: Eh~ even though I'm close enough for you to touch? Please do your best, Hokuto-kun!

When I first saw you, I was a bit inspired.

"Aah, he's imitating my hairstyle," I thought... "Perhaps he wants to become like me."

Remembering the previous conversation, I held an interest in you...

Your mother must have predicted that, and tied your hair in a braid.

That's why I said she's discerning.

Her preparation is flawless, she knows all about a performer's weak points. Because if you're faced with someone imitating you, there's no way you could be unhappy.

Though, with just a few minutes of talking to you, I could tell you had no interest in me at all...

You only think of yourself, don't you?

Hokuto: Should I not? I don't have time to think about other things right now, and aren't I the one who thinks of myself the most?

There's no-one who thinks of me, of Hidaka Hokuto, so... I'm the one who has to consider me, to produce me.

Wataru: Right. That's the natural and correct answer, people don't really think about others often.

Though I personally don't have much interest in myself~ that seems to be rather unusual.

I'm always thinking about the characters in works of art, and the people surrounding them.

"Hibiki Wataru" is the means by which, the point of contact for interacting with those kinds of lovely things.

Hokuto: You're pretty distorted, aren't you... Are all "geniuses" like that?

Wataru: What do you think? Geniuses, no, all people are slightly different from each other.

You can't analyse all of humanity on an individual level using inflexible interpretations or common consensus.

That's why. You, who is captivated by such things, is rather laughable.

Hokuto: Hmph... I feel like I'm being made fun of by a clown.

Wataru: What a fitting phrase! Ahaha, chatting like this is fun...☆

Hokuto: Isn't this is strangely conceptual for a "chat"?

Wataru: Perhaps it is, by common consensus' standards! You're still restraining yourself, is your braid a chain or something, Hokuto-kun?

Be more flexible!

Relatedly... I just so happen to have tickets for a play being held at a theatre near the next stop!

Would you care to join me?

It's a rather intriguing stage, quite avant-garde... perhaps your sense of values will change upon seeing it!

Hokuto: I refuse. School is starting soon, I shouldn't skip.

Wataru: Isn't it fine every now and then? Let's be bad boys together~♪

Even if you do as your parents say like a good boy, it's not like you'll be rewarded for it, will you?

Hokuto: Don't interpret me like a character from a story.

Wataru: Apologies, it's an unconscious habit! This is troubling though, I didn't imagine you'd refuse.

Even after I went through all the trouble of moving you onto a different train without waking you?

Hokuto: So you're the reason I'm going to be late for school? I thought it was strange for me to sleep past my stop.

Wataru: Apologies, I just love tricks like that!

When faced with unexpected developments, humans always reveal some sort of interesting reaction without fail!

Getting mad, losing their cool, being bewildered, speaking unfavorably of me...

They confront me without hiding their true face behind a mask, or at least, they don't ignore me.

Hokuto: Did your parents not care about you as a kid?

Well, whatever. I already studied the contents of today's lessons last night, so it won't be a huge problem if I don't attend.

Even if I'm not there, I doubt anyone would notice.

I'll accompany you, President. But only for today - it'll be a problem if I'm constantly getting kidnapped to places I don't know.

Wataru: "Kidnapped" makes it sound scandalous... But I'm glad, let's have fun watching a play together.

Both acting and viewing are lonely when done by yourself. Let's snack on popcorn and excitedly discuss our thoughts with each other.

Japan has strict theatre manners, but plays have been that sort of event since time immemorial. Like in Shakespeare's time.

Hokuto: Don't speak like you were there for it, President.

Wataru: I've been doing my research you know, Shakespeare's a classic after all.

As is the play we're going to see today, "Romeo and Juliet"♪

It's known as a tragedy, and yet, I can't agree with that assessment.

Hokuto: ? Isn't it a standard tragedy?

Wataru: If you think about it using the common rules of this fleeting world, yes. But they were surely united after death, no?

One committed suicide, the other committed murder, so they certainly both fell into hell together.

However, "wherever you are is Heaven"... is what's conveyed in the play.

Because they went so far as to repeat such a sentiment over and over, time after time, the ending is not a tragedy.

Death is not the end, nor is it hopelessness. It is proof that they were finally together.

It's a connection, a blessing. That is how I interpreted the story's meaning.

If it's not true, then... Ah, God, Shakespeare, for what purpose did you document the suffering of this man and woman?

To sneer at these pitiful two, or else, to feel self-satisfied in your pity for them?

No - "Romeo and Juliet" is a congratulatory address for the two being united for eternity!

[Chapter 10 • Directory • Act 8]

#enstars translation #ensemble stars #hokuto hidaka #wataru hibiki #enstars #ensemble stars translation #performance! the tragicomedy of romeo and juliet

[satashiiwrites]

Snippet Sunday

From my July Rough Trade project since I’ve already let this out in the wild (it’ll eventually get on AO3 late this fall assuming I get it done). Tagging @tkwritesdumbassassins @quietborderline @monsterrae1 @alyxmastershipper @outtoshatter @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry

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Title: Scintillation, Chapter 1

Fandom: MCU, the Sentinel

Pairing: Tony Stark/James “Bucky” Barnes, T’Challa/Erik Killmonger, one-sided Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark & Ho Yinsen

Summary:

Everything changed for Tony Stark in a cave in Afghanistan.  For years he’s been dealing with the fallout of the shrapnel imbedded in his chest—both physical and mental—in his own ways. He’s got an arc reactor in his chest and demons that stalk him in his mind as he becomes Iron Man and eventually an accepted part of the Avengers during the attack on New York City.

All he has to do is keep giving people what they want.  That’s the lesson learned. 

Die, resurrect, live as much as you can. Wash, rinse, repeat. 

He thought he’d known why he was the way he was… but he and everyone else missed one tiny little detail caused by his repetitive brushes with death. 

Or, a guide coming online as he almost dies yet again at the hand of a friend shatters the controls put upon the Winter Soldier and sends Sentinel James Buchanan Barnes fully online and into a feral rage in the middle of Siberia. 

Steve’s lucky T’Challa’s there to rescue him from his best friend gone feral. 

Tags/warnings: canon typical violence and events (kidnapping, violence, etc), sentinel/guide AU, PTSD, all the usual things that pertain to Erik Killmonger.

Insomnia is an old and dear friend for Tony. Wakanda’s not a bad place to recuperate in if you’re a guest of the king, but Tony’s wandering of the palace halls doesn’t go unnoticed. Dora Milaje stalk him as he wanders, and he pretends to ignore their presence. He suspects the kimoyo beads are like carrying a personal location tracker, but they’re too useful for other reasons, like opening doors for him to leave them behind on his nightstand. 

He goes out into the gardens, his silent guardians following just far enough behind to give him the illusion of privacy. Tony follows the sound of rushing water until he comes to the part of the gardens that overlook the falls. 

Despite the late hour, he’s not the only one wandering the grounds. Erik Killmonger—also known as Erik Stevens or by his Wakandan name of N’Jadaka—is sitting in the grass with his feet hanging in the water. He’s wearing a robe, and his house slippers are discarded in the grass beside him.  

“Guide,” he greets as Tony approaches, nostrils flaring to identify him, but he does not lash out. “You should be in bed.”

“So should you,” Tony returns as he sits next to him. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Erik makes a noise of disagreement in his throat. Nobody has told Tony anything, but he can feel Erik’s turmoil and sense that the sentinel has a bonded guide. Still, it’s not complete—same as Tony’s old bond is fractured and frayed while the new one to James is strong as iron yet gossamer thin as his old bond has prevented it from deepening. Erik’s bond with T’Challa was unexpected and has caused a lot of turmoil that Tony isn’t supposed to be aware of, but Tony can’t help but notice it as a guide now that he knows he is one. T’Challa is better trained, but Tony’s life experience is greater—even if he hadn’t known he was using guide gifts to make inferences or to influence others. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he tells Erik mildly. 

They are both quiet for a minute or two before Erik blows out an exasperated sigh and pulls Tony in close to share his body heat. “You are cold,” he observes as he wraps himself around Tony. A sentinel’s instinct to always take care of a guide—even one that’s not theirs—is hard to ignore. Even though Erik has a self-professed want to destroy all those that have harmed his people, Tony knows that Erik’s incapable of hurting him. All the violence within the sentinel has been leashed by his encounter with T’Challa and their bonding. 

The jaguar sentinel has been tamed by the panther guide. 

In as much as any borderline feral sentinel can be tamed. 

“It’s the middle of the night, and we’re at altitude,” Tony points out reasonably. 

Erik grumbles in disagreement. “You will get sick—sicker,” he corrects before poking at the spaces between Tony’s ribs. “You need to eat more.”

“I’m trying to,” he protests weakly. The time spent with the Wakandan doctors trying to deprogram his PTSD ends daily with Tony vomiting from the rollercoaster of emotions he rides during them. Even with him trying to eat multiple small meals, he’s lost a lot of weight. The arguments over the Accords had meant long hours politicking and negotiating without time to eat regularly. Stark Industries R&D had also needed him to overlook everything and the mentorship program he’d started for kids so that he could pump up Peter’s extracurriculars for when he eventually applied to college…

“You work too hard,” Erik interrupts Tony’s thoughts.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

Erik snorts in exasperation. “You do not listen to anyone, do you?”

“I listen sometimes.”

“But not often.”

Tony shrugs. “You don’t listen either.”

Erik copies him and shrugs as well. “I thought I knew… I had a plan.”

“Plans never survive the first contact with the enemy—isn’t that what they teach you navy boys in school?”

“They do teach that. I had contingencies and alternatives all planned out.”

“And then you met T’Challa,” Tony surmises. “Bet you didn’t plan on that.”

“I did plan on that.”

“But you didn’t plan on him being your guide,” Tony corrects. 

“I should have.”

“Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt,” Tony settles more comfortably into Erik. He’s got a great chest, and he’s warm in the chill of the moonless night. Moreover, he makes Tony feel safe, even if Erik isn’t his sentinel. 

“I could not deny him,” Erik whispers, his gaze focused on the running water, dragging his nose along Tony’s neck to scent him in an automatic self-soothing gesture. “I tried, but I could not deny T’Challa was meant to be mine.”

“Destroyed all those plans,” Tony adds, dragging his wrist along Erik’s jawline before gently pushing him away. 

“You are not making me feel better,” Erik says as he resettles, his fingers carding through Tony’s hair, making him ironically feel like a purring house cat.  

#scintillation #Tony Stark/James Buchanan Barnes #T’Challa/Erik Killmonger #sentinel/guide au #rough trade July 2023 #snippet sunday

[vlovers19]

“I like him as a person”… I wonder if “as a person” was put here by the editor just like RM is always adding something about “what a good friend” lmao

Idk it seems to me at least Jimin was in love or something. The dumpling incident and the way he was with Tae at that time and later… All shy, then tender, then strained a bit… ya can’t imitate that. The only alternative in my mind is that they were told to “play soulmates” narrative by company, which is honestly… a bullshit? They said no to some songs, so they would say so to something like that.

The question is was the feeling reciprocated? Because I don’t get their dynamics now at all: at times I think they look like soft type of brothers with all these stories about fights and jokes (and scenes like when they imitated a kiss while rehearsal of simple and then grimaced and smiled — that’s smth like “haha sooo funny we’d never really kiss hahaha” to me) and rumors about Tae (hard to not fall for that shit), and at times when something extremely soft happens I feel…gaslighted lmao because jeez I wouldn’t do many of the things they’ve done in 2016-2022 to my siblings, because it feels a bit cringe. There are times of this weird tension idk.

What a weirdly beautiful duo. Sry, just a pure reflection here, because I miss vmin blogs soooo much. Borahae!

Let's be honest. Some of the things in the book are changed to suit the readers. There are various people who will read the book so they would do what they can to satisfy every audiences curiosity but at the same time try to tone things down but just enough to keep you wanting more. It's what they have been doing for so long.

But I want to ask? Why do you feel like this? People have what they call a sixth sense but many choose to ignore it. A lot of people feel something's off with Jimin and Taehyung out of everyone else in the group. This weird dynamics you all are just noticing now because they are in their solo era is something I had noticed a long time ago even while they were in the group but unlike a lot of people, I don't ignore my sixth sense.

Now, we haven't seen the members gathered in one place for a long time but no one questions Jimin and Taehyung's bond with other members. Yet, question their bond with each other even when they see them being close. Even when they call each other soulmates? Even when they try to disprove the rumors around them in their own way. It's not like a full on hate against them. It's more like this boundary most of the fandom has created for them. Almost like a silent warning; we know you are soulmates and all but don't go past that. We don't want to know.

So the sixth sense about whatever might be going on about them is shut off. Most people will rather believe that they are enemies than to reason with that thought nagging at the back of their minds that something is off or weird about them.

Jimin and Taehyung both value friendships. Taehyung is known for even keeping contact with his high school friends. Jimin is more private with his friends but we all know the kind of soul he is. How selfless he is for the people he cares about. Unless a deep betrayal occurred between the two of them. Something neither can forgive each other for then such a thing can happen. Even drifting apart shouldn't be considered because Taehyung wouldn't let that happen. Looking at how close he is with Jungkook who people thought he had drifted apart from should be proof to you. Taehyung loves to mantain relationships and trust me the last person he would want to loose connection with is his fellow 95 liner from Bts who he debuted with, lived with, grew up with, had lots of memories with both the good and bad ones. He hasn't drifted apart from others. Out of everyone in his life, it's Jimin he would rather cut off ties with. Jimin!

Jimin likewise who mantains long term friendships with those close to him like Soonyoung, Taemin amongst others. Out of everyone would choose to be distant from Taehyung while still mantaining friendships with others in the group.

Why are things so different with them? What is up with the two of them? Did they date and break up? Did one of them steal the others beloved? What's with all the secrecy?

But it's none of those things because we can still see even though many choose to ignore it that they have a good rapport with each other but they won't behave like the usual friendships or the usual ship just to satisfy our cravings. They won't do vlives or post their personal pictures for our enjoyment even though they know we desperately want that. They won't let us into that world. They will keep that to themselves no matter what people say about them. Especially now when they will be entering the military, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't want the attention on them.

People shouldn't bother about what they will be doing now. They should rather be interested in what happens after their military service because that to me is when the real fun begins. We will really know what's going on. For now, believe in them. Even though people don't want to see them as anything other than the friends they are but at least we should acknowledge the bond they subtly try to show and stop belittling every thing they do because they aren't showing off like typical friends do. I have said enough. Have a great day everyone and let's try to focus on our own lives as well.

#vmin #jimin #taehyung #bts