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teakose · 2 years

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Hello! How are you doing? I saw your request are open, can you do a kayn x reader where the reader is zed's daughter please? Tha k you!

Of course! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy it!

uhhh oopsies... got a little carried away with this one lol

Sheida Kayn with Zed's Daughter

wc – 1, 444

reader – fem

cw – making out | mentions of implied sex

[masterlist]

How it All Began

Being the daughter of the one who rules the Order of the Shadows is by no means simple

You rarely ever get to see your father outside of the occasional dinner and the off-hand mission assigned to you

So it was safe to say you were a little more than peeved when he took Sheida Kayn under his wing

He trained the new recruit as if he was his own, often leading you to train by your lonesome, or with some of the younger Acolytes if you were lucky

It got even worse when you learned of his origins, causing a strain on your relationship with your father and your resentment for Kayn to grow

“He’s one of them! So why? Why would you take him in after all that Noxus has done to us?!”

“He’s a valuable asset,” your father’s voice is stoic, but you can hear the familiar ebb of annoyance creep into his tone

Your jaw clenches as you hold back tears, unable to continue your one-sided spat

From then on, your occasional dinners with your father become close to none

You take on solo missions to spy on the Kinkou and Navori Brotherhood

As luck would have it, one of these missions was the kickstart between you and the famed Shadow Assassin

Currently, you were posed as a tea shop worker on the outskirts of the Ionian Capital, one frequented by assassins and civilians alike

What you were not expecting was for Sheida Kayn to waltz through the tea shop’s doors, mumbling to himself about how much of a waste of time coming here was

Even worse, he takes a seat at one of your assigned tables, conveniently near another infamous assassin who seemed unaware of the dangerous shadow lurking near

You approach his table, giving him the same customer service-esque smile you’ve grown used to plastering on your face over the past few days

“Hello, sir, how may I help you?”

He glances at you, his dual-colored gaze taking your form from head to toe

“Have we…met somewhere before?” His tone is curt yet accusatory, and there’s a slight pinch in his brow

You can hear the slight Noxian accent bleed through his otherwise fluent words

It makes your jaw clench.

The sickle, uh, scythe he placed next to his chair…laughs mockingly

“Gods, Kayn! I knew you were stupid, but I wasn’t aware that you were blind too.”

Kayn growls, glaring at the sentient weapon, though says nothing and allows him to continue

“She’s your master’s daughter, you incompetent fool!”

“Keep it down, Rhaast. We’re here on a mission, not a joyride.”

You stand awkwardly off to the side, watching the two argue amongst themselves

The rest of your stakeout mission goes off without a hitch, but Kayn and his talking scythe, Rhaast, stopped by the shop a few more times, much to your dismay

It’s a while before you see the strange duo once again

You and Zed are finally on talking terms after a long silent treatment and well-needed talk

However, there’s still a tension that hangs in the air whenever a certain long-haired apprentice is mentioned

When not on a mission, you find yourself training deep in the woods

Away from the prying eyes of others and the walls that hear even the faintest creak of a door

Hit after hit

Block after block

Blocking, parrying, and dodging your own clones

Despite it all, it’s not enough

You suppose you could ask one of the younger acolytes for help, but you aren’t sure you’d be able to handle any more of their fear-instilled critiques due to your status as their master’s daughter

“Your form is horrendous.” A voice from behind you causes you to snap your head to your intruder

“I don’t recall asking for your advice, Kayn.”

Regardless of your piercing stare, he strides up to you, placing a hand on the small of your back

It’s only then you realize just how close he is to you, his warmth radiating soothingly against your skin

“How have you survived this long with such poor form…?” He mumbles mostly to himself, yet you can’t help but be offended

“Not everyone has the chance to be trained by the master, you know?” You turn your body away from him, unwilling to show him even a hint of your crumbling resolve

“He’s your father, though, is he not? Such awful form is unbefitting of someone tied so closely to your father’s prowess.”

You take note of him referencing Zed as your father and not master

You crack him a small smile, though your shoulders slump in defeat and you shrug tiredly

“Such is life, I suppose.”

When Kayn removes himself from you, you can’t help but chase the comfortable warmth

“Tomorrow. Here at dawn, I will train you. If you wish to accept my offer do not be late.”

Rhaast snorts, and from his position against the tree trunk he sees your shoulders tense

By the next morning, you’re debating on whether or not to actually see him

The rational part of your brain tells you that you need the training and that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

But… you can’t but feed into the biased part of your mind that tells you all Noxians are the same

Warmongering fools that take and take without a care of the blazing trail they leave behind

You shake your head

From what you’ve gathered Kayn isn’t like that

In fact, he seems to detest the Noxian blood coursing through his veins

You decide to meet him, taking a deep breath before gathering your equipment

He doesn’t look surprised when you show up if you’re to assume by the smirk across his face

He readies Rhaast, much to the scythe's annoyance, and charges

And the rest is history between the two of you

Relationship HC's

The relationship starts out a secret, mostly so your father wouldn’t find out

He’s a very protective man when he wants to be, despite not being the world’s most present father

How he found out was quite embarrassing, actually

He found the two of you making out in the forest

Your legs were wrapped around Sheida’s waist, hands buried in his hair while your lips locked messily

He held you easily against the tree trunk, groaning every so often

His non-human hand wrapped around your waist while his other hand slowly trailed beneath your loose-fitting training shirt

It’s only when Zed cleared his throat (it took a few times, much to his chagrin) that the two of you finally pulled away, lips swollen and a dazed look in your usually laser-focused gaze

“Report to my quarters. I wish to have a…chat.”

He begins to stalk off before stopping once again

“Please do clean yourselves up. Wouldn’t want needless gossip traveling around the Order.” With that, he disappears into the shadows

Que an awkward talk about the birds and the bees

Neither of you has the heart to tell him your relationship is far past that point

Nevertheless, Sheida seems more than satisfied to no longer hide your relationship

With much reluctance, Zed allows the two of you to officially live together

Though, he does tell Sheida that if he were to find out that he hurt you to any capacity, then he would no longer need to worry about Rhaast being a threat to his mind

When you two are alone, he really enjoys cuddling

He’s not the most tender man, and he’s quite emotionally stunted, but cuddling has always just been something he’s fond of

Back-handed compliments are basically his love language

But if you tell him you don’t like them, or they bring you down, he’ll stop

It’s hard, but he will for you

He comforts you when you have a particularly nasty encounter with Noxians

And you comfort him whenever Rhaast attempted to take over

When the two of you open up about your pasts it becomes clear to him why you treated him as you did when he first arrived at the Order

However, you feel terrible for the way you treated him after learning of his past as a child soldier

He merely snorts, "It was a long time ago. Besides, without that, I would have never been able to meet you."

He leans in to kiss you, and you accept

You accept the broken man, the lost child, and the darkness that quells beneath

On a lighter note, you’re one of the few people he trusts enough to braid his hair

Or… anything, really

Don’t betray that trust

It won’t be pretty for either of you.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Fun question: Who do you guys think I main?

@luvxiia here, kayn lover

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stargazer0001 · 10 months

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(art from above is by @/sleepinginmute.)

Hello everyone! I’m Stargazer0001! But you can just call me Star :3

my pronouns are she/they/he/it/astro in no particular order. I like em all so use them interchangeably

I'm your local lil space critter, who has declared themself the CEO of the rainworld ship Stargazer (spearmaster x rivulet x nightcat)

I'm a silly littol spacegender fellar :3 How can I be lesbian and spacegender at the same time you ask? Fuck you thats how!/j Im also asexual so no NSFW please! This blog is meant to be at least a bit more kid friendly, even if there are more mature topics

I am also a furry so if you do not like them then please leave here

I am also questioning if I am a therian and fictionkin. I have done research on both and I am now taking them into consideration. Im not gonna label myself yet because I still might not be, but if anyone has helpful info on them then please do share :)

I have a secret draw box! if you wanna draw for me anonymously, you can go here to do it! I check every couple days.

Ask box: Open

Ship requests: closed. Uhhh i frogor to update this for a while so uh yeagh.

Ask me stuff: Always open unless the ask box is closed

Tell me silly things: Yes I want to talk to people!! Please give me silly asks i need them....

art requests: not open sorry :( artblock is blocking my art so

I wanna make my blog more organized now so I am going to start tagging stuff

#my art Art that is made by me

#Art request anytime my art requests are open I will tag it with this

#ask An ask that I have answered, this also applies to anon asks

#Star.TXT document this is for anytime I am just talking

#vent this if for anytime I just need to talk and vent about stuff

#lil starz art this is for my really old art, such as the ones near the beginning of my Tumblr journey

#Silly chat this is me and my mutuals little chats! Like if they send a lighthearted friend ask I will tag it with silly chat

IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE A CERTAIN TAG THEN FILTER IT

I rarely block people but I still will on occasion. Please don't take any hard feelings if I do block you.

Basic DNI such as NSFW blogs, homophobes, transphobes, fatphobes, racists, antifurries and antitherians, and zionists

Cool moots who you should go check out if you like my blog:

@critter2: My IRL bestie that ive been with for a long time. We've been together through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. The bestie ever :3

@cookieeevee: An amazing friend! The first person to ever really DM me on here and I'd like to say that we've grown to be good friends. We have amazing little chats and she's an amazing person! Their art is also so soft and squishable! Go check em out

@sleepinginmute: one of my first moots! Such an amazing and silly creature. Its art is amazing, and even though im unsure if it considers me a friend, I know that I do. I really do wish the best for it and I hope that it can be truly happy someday

@cumulusbrume: we dont interact very often anymore, but I still find him a great moot to this day

@athofear: I fun lil fello!! Always a fun time interacting with em. Their art is also superrr shaped and silly!! Always a treat to see them on my dash

@meowyncherry: we dont interact much but he gave me the kinitopet brainrot and their art is also super blorbo so :3

@suburbandrifts: once again, we dont interact very often but they seem very cool and silly/pos and their art is incredibly good! mm the colors are coloring/pos @weeeeblr:!!! The art ever actually!!! Idk how we're mutuals cause hes super cool actually. Great art, and his designs for basically everything is peak/srs

@bananacat76: the bestie does indeed make art!!! And said art is amazing!! Such a cool person and fren :3 their style is also incredibly interesting I need to study it under a microscope/aff

@keeper-of-magic:!!! Cool person alert!!! Their art is amazing and their worldbuiding skills are super awesome!!! I also gotta try and play DND with them sometime.... I have no idea how to but it seems fun, just like them!

@badgerfrost: the silly ever!!! Its art is very well colored and its basically eye candy at this point, and ever time we interact I KNOW its gonna be a goood time

@draagu: ohhhh the silly!!! We dont interact much but shes a super cool moot and idk how we're mutuals like. ??? awesome person with awesome art FOLLOWED ME????? Awesome

@dazzoot: we have interacted a total of like 1 time but cool mutual deserves an honorary tag

GO CHECK ALL OF THESE SILLY PPL OUT!!! THEY'RE AWESOME :333 (if I forgor anyone i am so sorry. Also if you want me to untag you just ask. I dont wanna make anyone uncomfy)

Talking to people spooks me

I have anxiety so please be patient with me, I usually overthink what I am going to say and then end up saying something either really stupid, kinda weird, or I just don't respond.

I am mentally a 5 year old so please inform me if I did something wrong, I usually wont notice or I will think its not an issue. Please be patient with me.

if you sat through all of that, congrats! You get rw gifs now :)

#Intro #rainworld #rainworld downpour #rw shipping #hiii #tag navigation ->#my art #Art request #ask #Star.TXT document #vent #lil starz art

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starryevermore · 2 years

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not so hard ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

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request: Steven/Marc having a huge crush on the reader - Marcs more calm about it and stevens like nope can’t talk to them - and then Jake just gets fed up like … “hi reader, I just wanted to let you know, Steven and Marc have a huge crush on you - and so do I - and we were wondering if you’d like to go on a date because these two cowards have been annoying for months” fluff? - anon

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley

summary: jake finally asks you out after marc and steven keep skirting around the issue.

word count: 1,021

warnings?: kinda bad but oh well, pet name (princess), not proofread

Jake Lockley was really getting sick of their shit. For the most part, Jake didn’t mind taking the back seat. He was fine with only coming out and fronting when he was needed. And, truthfully, his skillset wasn’t needed very often. Marc by and large was able to handle things himself and, now that Steven had grown a bit more confident in his fighting abilities, Steven didn’t really need someone stepping in. So, Jake didn’t need to front unless there was the rare moment when either Steven or Marc couldn’t go all the way.

And this, it seemed, was one of those moments.

Except, Steven and Marc weren’t fighting a bad guy. They were acting as Khonshu’s fist of vengeance. They weren’t having to defend themselves. Nope. This was something completely, and utterly, normal, and it almost made Jake feel like he was in middle school, only recently finding out that girls don’t have cooties and that, actually, it might be kinda nice to have a girlfriend. Because that was exactly how Marc and Steven were acting.

Truthfully, Jake could understand it. Because, well, he liked you, too. You were, to put it simply, the most amazing woman any one of them had ever met before. You were kind, you were crazy intelligent, you were witty, you were funny. It was like someone had taken everything all three of them could ever want in a partner and wrapped it all up nice and neatly with a bow in you. But every. single. time. he tried to make a move, Steven or Marc would suddenly front and stop Jake from asking you out. Which was beyond frustrating! Because all three of them liked you! So rarely were they all on the same page and yet Steven and Marc refused to ask you out?! God, it made Jake want to fucking scream.

Especially now, as Marc was talking to you at the supermarket.

“So, uh,” Marc coughed awkwardly, leaning against a shelf but nearly falling over as he miscalculated the distance between him and the shelf.

“Shit, you okay, Marc?” you asked, reaching out to steady him.

Marc’s face burned, ducking his head down so you couldn’t see his pink-tinted cheeks. He coughed again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. They must’ve been rearranging things in here again. Could’ve sworn that shelf was two inches closer.”

You let a quiet laugh. Oh, Jake loved your laugh. He wanted to make you laugh all the time. “Or maybe you just have bad depth perception.”

Before Marc could even respond, Steven fronted, blinking owlishly, before saying, “Sorry, love, err—I mean, Y/N, ‘cause that’s your name, not love, but, uhhh, we gotta head out now, yeah? Forgot that I had a shift this weekend! But we’ll see ya ‘round, yeah?”

“Wait—”

But Steven was gone, practically sprinting out of the store. And as the man ran off from the woman all three of them adored, Jake heard you mutter, “The museum’s closed today.”

What the hell was that!? Jake snapped as Steven ducked into an alley, trying to steady his breathing.

“What was that? That was me trying to avoid us being humiliated!” Steven said. “Look, I like what we’ve got going with Y/N right now. She’s a good friend. I don’t want to lose that when we inevitably make things awkward by asking her out when she’s not interested! When she rejects us, nothing will ever be the same again. And I can’t lose her. I just can’t.”

You have to try.

“No, I don’t. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t want things to change—”

Marc jumped in, Jake, look. Steven and I are fine just being friends with her—

Well, I’m not! We all love her. And I know she loves us too. She’s been waiting for one of us to make a move, and it’s not fair that we’ve been making her wait so long, Jake said. Look, how are you two going to feel when she moves on and dates someone else? When she marries someone else? Are you guys really going to be okay with it? Or are you going to wallow in self-pity and kick yourselves for missing out on something great?

Neither of them answered.

I can you right now, I’m not waiting. I’m going to make the move. And neither one of you can stop me.

Jake fronted, taking a moment to calm his nerves. While he may have had more confidence about this entire thing than Marc and Steven, he still worried a little bit that this could ruin everything. But, dammit, he needed to try. He had to.

He walked back to the store, hoping that you were still there. And, thankfully, you were, still browsing the cereal aisle that Steven had left you in. Jake walked up to you, clearing his throat when he was a few feet away.

You jumped slightly, whipping around to look at him. “Hey! I thought Steven had to go to work?”

“He was lying, princess,” Jake said. “You make him a bit nervous.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Oh. I don’t mean to. If, if there’s anything I can do to make him more comfortable—”

“You make him nervous because he has a massive crush on you,” Jake said, ignoring Steven’s grumblings. “So does Marc. And so do I.”

“Oh.” You titled your head, blinking slowly. “All three of you like me?”

“Yes.”

“And…and what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight. I’ll get us a reservation at that restaurant you were talking about the other day. I’ll tell you the time as soon I book the reservation.”

You smiled slightly. “You’re more forward than Marc and Steven.”

“Only ‘cause I can’t wait any longer for them to get their shit together. So, what do you say? Will you go to dinner with me?”

You took a step towards him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You leaned towards his ear, whispering, “I would love to.”

Now, see, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?

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nosferaboo · 1 year

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I want to preface this by saying that I am not a writer. But I’ve written many pieces for my character and this is my recent piece of booze story that I wanted to put down. It’s a very rough draft but I hope you enjoy it.

:During the height of prohibition, Boo’s family owned a speakeasy. Even though they were Spanish immigrants, they were wildly popular. Before they immigrated to United States, they learned to make local spirits from their home. So they offered an assortment of drinks that weren’t available anywhere else. Tucked behind a wall in a basement off of 54th and 9th was Susurros. It was small, cozy, covered in decor from home. Ran by her father, Salvatore Montalvo, and her mother, Evita Montalvo, it kept the family thriving. Boo and her younger Sister, Xiomara, grew up in the bar, helping bus tables, take orders, and learning how to make the drinks from their parents. It was amazing, Boo being the oldest had dreams of taking over the bar when her parents decided to step away. Her and Xiomara would run things and continue to bring in a small fortune. The end of prohibition caused a turbulent end to the bar. It plunged her parents into a depression, her sister married into a family, and she rarely saw her anymore. Being 27 and a woman that had never been married, was unusual for her time. She really felt like she had nothing until one night when she met the kindred that would change it all.

current times while in New York one night she went to drop by the spot where the speakeasy had been to reminisce about her life a lifetime ago, to her surprise a giant neon sign that read, Susurros established 1921 was light up red on the front of the entire bottom level of the building. If she had a heartbeat it would have stopped. Using mask of 1000 faces, she made her way inside. It was dim lit with some red lighting for flair. Definitely more modern than it had been, but behind the bar, a black and white photo of the family hung. She sat at the bar and stared at the photo, recognizing her self, her sister, her mom, her dad, and one of her aunts. A young woman came out from the back and greeted her.

“Hello! What can I get you today? We have a special on shots of anís, family made!” She beamed.

“I’ve been gone from New York for a little while. How long has this bar been open?” She swallowed hard. Looking at the woman, she could definitely see something familiar in her eyes.

“ we’ve been open for about eight months, people were renovating this basement and found the speakeasy behind a wall! It had been sitting dormant for a very long time. Turns out my mother was contacted because her mother used to work at it in the 1930s! There were some family records left behind, Because it was in our family we swooped in and bought it and expanded to a full bar.”

Boo stiffened a little.

“Your mother worked here?”

“No, no, haha. my abuela, Xiomara, back during prohibition. We wanted to try to keep it as authentic as we could. We even have a picture of the original family behind the bar, and a lot of the decorations in here have been refurbished, but they are original.”

The woman smiled looking around, she had to have been fresh 21 may be right over it. The name Xiomara echoed in Boo’s head. It has been years, possibly decades since she heard that name. She felt a little flush and gave a smile.

“ and what is your name?” Boo studied her response and the way her eyebrows raised then furrowed immediately gave Boo chills. Her eyes were the eyes of her sister.

“Uhhh my name is Evita, I go by Eve tho. It’s an old person name hahah it was my great grandmas.” Eve chuckled

Boo was lost in thought, her mind racing.

“I like to invest in small local businesses, I would love to invest in your bar. The history is amazing!” Boo have a smile and looked around again.

“Oh?!… uh well that probably something you have to talk to my parents about, they are technically the owners, just just work here” she gave a chuckle and turned around rummaging through a pile of papers.

“Here! This my my mom’s card.” She picked up a pen and clicked it, she circled a name on the card and Boo looked down and felt a tear start to well in her eye, she pushed the bloody tears away and grabbed the card. On the card circled in black ink was a name, Josephine Montalvo-Aponte

“Josephine?” Boo mumble under her breath, but it was unintentionally loud enough for Eve to hear.

“Yeah, named after my Abuela’s sister. She’s this one in the photo. She was a little older but went missing and was never found. My abuela talked about her a lot before she passed. It was a puzzle piece she never got.”

That hit Boo like a brick. It had been so long she couldn’t even remember the last conversation she had has with her sister. Maybe right after she got married and had a baby boy.

“Oh wow, so much family history and names” Boo chuckled and the girl nodded

“Spanish families am I right?, I’m so sorry I haven’t offered you anything, would you like a drink?” Eve grabbed a menu

“No worries! I’m okay, I actually don’t drink and I have a meeting in Herald Square.. The new sign caught my attention and I was nosey. I’m a sucker for history” Boo smiled and stood up.

“I’ll definitely be back! Tell you mom to expect a call from me soon”

Eve smiled, “okay, wait… you’re not like with the mob are you?”

“No haha, just a history nerd! Goodbye!”

Boo ducked out of the door and turned the corner into the alley and collapsed into the shadows, tears filling her eyes. Completely overwhelmed with happiness and grief

#nosferaboo #nosferatu #clan nosferatu #vampire #vampire the masquerade #fangs #vamily #vampire the masquerade cosplay #oc lore

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survey--s · 1 year

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518.

1 - When was the last time you met someone for the first time? It was probably when I met Sarah, one of Oakley’s owners. That was ages ago now though, I don’t really tend to meet new people lol.

2 - What’s the longest amount of time you’ve gone without bathing? Just over 48 hours when I’ve travelled to Australia. It was grim but unless we had a long stopover somewhere, I didn’t have any choice lol.

3 - Have you ever cooked with crab or lobster? Could you ever bring yourself to kill a live lobster/crab? No, I’m not really into cooking - I could probably do it though, I’m not particularly squeamish about where my food comes from.

4 - What’s your favourite font? What size and colour do you prefer to use when you’re doing surveys? I like Tahoma size 10 or 12, with black colour.

5 - Have your clothing choices changed since COVID hit and you started to stay at home more? Yeah, I wear leggings a lot more now - in fact I couldn’t tell you the last time I wore jeans lol. I also changed jobs just about when COVID hit and I wear leggings to work everyday too. 6 - When was the last time you went through a drive-through? Uhh, about eighteen months ago lol. We don’t have any drive-thrus anywhere near here.

7 - Which fast food restaurant do you go to the most? What do you tend to order when you go there? Just the local chip shop as we don’t have any chain restaurants nearby. I tend to get chips with cheese and gravy, plus a side order of onion rings.

8 - Do you own any plaid/flannel shirts? Yeah, one but I haven’t worn it for a long time.

9 - If you eat it, how do you like your steak cooked? What sauces and sides do you like to get with it? If you’re vegetarian, what would you have instead of a steak dinner? Rare please, with garlic fries, mushrooms and onion rings on the side.

10 - Are there any foods and drinks you only have around Christmas? Baileys and full roast dinners.

11 - Does it bother you when dogs jump up at you? Does it bother you less if it’s a smaller dog? It depends. I work with dogs and they all jump all over me when I go and collect them lol. But I wouldn’t appreciate being jumped on by a random dog in the park as I don’t know whether they’re friendly or not. I also hate it when big dogs jump up, mainly because it’s really painful lol.

12 - What kind of animal did you touch last? Was this animal one of your pets? A cat, and yes, his name is Purrlock and he’s eight.

13 - Which colour do you prefer, red or blue? It depends on what shade we’re talking about.

14 - How would you describe your sense of humour? Have you ever offended someone when you were only joking? Dry, dark and sarcastic and yes, definitely lol.

15 - When was the last time you cried - what caused it? I can’t remember the last time I cried.

16 - What’s your favourite flavour of potato chip? Salt and vinegar or cheese.

17 - Do you have a lot of artwork around your house? What kind of art? No. We have a few paintings and a couple of prints but that’s it.

18 - When you paint your nails, what kind of colours do you tend to go for? I haven’t painted my nails in years.

19 - Do you prefer fruit or vegetable juice? What kind of flavours do you like? Fruit, for sure. I like apple, orange (no bits), grape or pineapple the most.

20 - What’s the weather doing where you are? Is that typical for this time for this time of year? It’s raining which is pretty typical for any time of year in England lol.

21 - Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? How did you meet this person? Helen and she’s a client I met through another client, lol. I look after her cats for her while she’s away and she was just confirming this weeks’ job.

22 - Are you eating or drinking anything right now? I have a can of Pepsi Max nearby.

23 - Who was your first celebrity crush? Which celebrity do you like now? Josh Hartnett and Michael Owen. Nowadays I like Johnny Depp and Matt le Blanc.

24 - When was the last time you went to Starbucks? What did you get? Uhhh, about eighteen months ago as we don’t have one anywhere near here. I don’t remember what drink I got either, probably a flavoured latte of some kind.

25 - Do you have a credit card? How much money do you owe on there? Yes, around 2k.

26 - What colours have you dyed your hair in the past? What kind of colours would you like to dye it in the future? Various shades of red and brown, as well as pink, purple and blonde.

27 - What’s your favourite Christmas movie? When was the last time you watched it? Elf, The Grinch (the Jim Carrey one), Love Actually - I watch them all every year.

28 - What’s your favourite brand and flavour of ice-cream or frozen yoghurt? I actually really like Tesco own brand stuff lol. They do an amazing coconut and passionfruit flavour, or a coffee one too.

29 - When was the last time you visited the dentist? December.

30 - What time do you consider to be too early to go to bed and to get up in the morning? When was the last time you went to bed/got up at those times? I’m happy to go to bed anytime lol, I love being in bed even if I’m not going to sleep. I have to get up anywhere between 6am-8am for work, so anything before that is a bit painful lol. I was up at 7am on Friday and in bed by 9pm last Thursday.

#survey #surveys

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onewholivesinloops · 2 years

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ask meme. will go for someone off centre from the obvious ones and say: shinji

Thank you for the ask my mutual who I totally don't talk to everyday on Discord dot com. First impression

Okay this is probably really stupid but my first impression of Shinji is that guy everyone rags on for "refusing to get into the robot", then I watched the first episode and... well... surprise, surprise he actually got into the robot! Sure he was coerced by his dad who threatened to make an injured Rei do it in his place, but what matters is that he eventually did. He might've been reluctant at first but that's nothing if not a realistic and justified reaction for a 14 year old boy with so much baggage (and even if he were the healthiest mentally I imagine he'd still be scared and I wouldn't blame him). When I see people ranting about fandom demonizing child or teenage characters with realistic trauma responses I'm always like "yeah Shinji is definitely one of the biggest example" and the first episode was more than enough to prove this to me?

Impression now

Uhhh... Shinji is good! Shinji is great! Definitely up there in terms of the most solid protagonists from all anime I've seen! Woo! Yeah! Time to pack this one up--okay I know I'm supposed to say actual meaningful words here, but I'm struggling because there's no way there's anything I can say that hasn't been said by other people who know the series way better than I do. I guess if there's anything I appreciate about Shinji, it's the fact that he's such a realistic representation for depression and how it can lead people down a rabbit-hole of wallowing in their own self-hatred and isolation instead of wanting to form relationships with other people? I feel like anyone who's experienced depression can relate to that to an extent, so I can definitely understand why so many people connect with him even if I'm not a Shinnie (<- if anyone takes this out of context to say something like "sounds like something a Shinnie would say" I'm beating them up). He definitely has some of Gendo's traits like the stubborness, self-centeredness, and single-minded pursuit of anything that protects his worldview from any criticism, but he's nowhere near as bad as his father and he's not a bad person even if he does some questionable or even downright terrible things sometimes. If anything he's really selfless unlike Gendo and a huge part of why he's chronically depressed is because he keeps worrying about other people's wants and needs instead of his own.

Favorite moment

The one where Gendo orders him to destroy Unit-03 and Shinji refuses because the fourth child (aka Touji) is inside, but Gendo overrides him and does it is one of the scenes that hit that hardest for me. Also every interaction with Kaworu because I really want him to be happy after everything he's gone through.

Idea for a story

I don't really have any in particular, but I feel like he's suffered enough in the original series, manga and rebuild so if I had the choice I'd just give him a slice of life series where he gets to live a normal life for once.

Unpopular opinion

I don't know how much of unpopular opinion this one is, but I've seen plenty of people go "Shinji is such a great character! What, the hospital scene? Yeah we don't talk about this one because it's unnecessary and it sucks" aaaaaaand... I really disagree? Like don't get me wrong, I hate this scene as much as the next person and what I hate even more is the memes people make about it, but I think it still served a purpose in terms of plot progression and showing the absolutely miserable state Shinji was in at the time after everything that happened in the original series. It's one of the very rare moments where Shinji willingly made a decision without anyone there telling him what he's supposed to do, and it's the single worst thing he's ever done, which causes him to spiral downwards further and confirms to himself his already negative view of himself. I don't think his behavior throughout EoE would've made as much sense without it and maybe they could've conveyed this point through something less gross, but it's not treated lightly so from a writing standpoint I don't really mind it?

Favorite relationship

Shinji has plenty of interesting character dynamics so it's hard to choose just one, but in terms of romance Kawoshin is the only one I'd gun for ngl. They're both in love and are at their happiest with each other, need I say more? I could go into more depth, but they both provide each other with what they need most. Kaworu provides Shinji with the love and affection he's never received, while Shinji provides the Kaworu who's been isolated from the world with the personal connection that gives meaning to his life (then he let Shinji live so he can have the chance to find happiness instead of himself and I cried). Their relationship is built on genuine love and interest in such a way that's really refreshing because Shinji's relationship with the women in his life is so, uh, complicated? This isn't me calling their relationship shallow or anything and they both still have some flaws that they need to overcome before their relationship can be considered "healthy". It's just that Shinji is more compatible with Kaworu than he is with any of the others. It might've been short-lived but it still managed to elicit a strong emotional and intimate connection imo and they get more time with each other in rebuilds, mainly in 3.0 and a little bit in 3.0+1.0.

Favorite headcanon

I'm not good at those so I'm just gonna say I'd like to believe Asuka punched him after the credits of EoE because of what he did.

#ask game #nge #gamo.txt

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zawazawanightmares · 9 months

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Starfire & Nick Wilde

You, Trans!Starfire, are connected to Nick Wilde Your partner selected the Roleplay server. Please keep the chat clean.

Nick Wilde: (FTM or MTF? Want to make sure I get pronouns right.

Trans!Starfire: Hello, small orange bipedal creature!

Trans!Starfire: (MTF. Thanks for asking.)

Nick Wilde: "Hello m'lady." The fox replied politely "I assume you're part of that 'teenage heroes' group I've heard about? You're certainly an interesting bunch, from what I've seen."

Trans!Starfire: "I am! We are fairly into our late teens but we are indeed the Teen Titans!" The orange-skinned alien happily agreed. "We appreciate being called interesting. I will make sure to share the sentiment with the others."

Nick Wilde: "That's good to know, maybe you can help me out a bit? Our force has been asked to help track down a shady guy..." he got his notepad out, looking up at the other "...and considering your guys' career, you might be able to help us out a bit, hm?"

Trans!Starfire: "Of course! We are always willing to assist in enforcing the nebulous concept of justice!" She smiled. "Who do you need help in tracking down?"

Nick Wilde: "Uhhh, this creepy guy with a mask, apparently he's named 'Slade', and if we find the fuck he's gonna be found guilty for a lloooooooooooooooooot of murders. Would you happen to have seen him in recent memory? "

Trans!Starfire: "Slade...you wouldn't happen to mean "Slade Wilson"?"

Nick Wilde: "I mean...sure? All we got on here is the name 'Slade'. But hey, any info you can give me is good info. So go ahead, spill it out when you're ready!" he started to write down a few details.

Trans!Starfire: She gave him a serious expression. "His name is Slade Wilson but his codename is Deathstroke The Terminator. He has possessed a notable enmity towards our team since the death of his son and our former teammate, Jericho, which he holds us responsible for. He especially is obsessed with conquering our leader, Robin. He possesses peak human fitness, an extensive amount of expertise with different weapons and martial arts and an accelerated healing factor that makes him significantly harder to kill than the average human."

Nick Wilde: "...Oh. Great. Auto-healing." the cop sounded disappointed at that. This guy sounded like he was gonna be a fighter. Not a good sign. "Alright, well he's specifically after you guys. How much trouble has he caused you? Is there a specific way he's attacked? Do you know if he has weaknesses of any kind?"

Trans!Starfire: Starfire frowned. "The thing about that man...he doesn't just rely on his physical gifts. He is quite the manipulative tactician. He once seduced a young woman so that she could enter the team and expose to him our identities. He has also performed calculated attacks on other heroes by analyzing their weaknesses before hunting them. If I would to say he has a weakness, the major one would be his pride. He sees himself as a professional and anything that threatens that image will result in him flying into a frothing, if predictable, rage. He also may have a healing factor but enough damage he will need to slow down to recover from, especially outright mortal wounds. In particular, he seems to be protective of his remaining eye.

Nick Wilde: Nick's ears perked up a bit as she talked, a smile growing on his face. It was clear some gears were turning in his head "Manipulative? A way with words? I ^^think^^ that's something I might be able to work with." he explained as he started to give a rather aggressive underline in his notes. "If he wants to play a mental battle, trust me, I'm up to bat. This wouldn't be my first rodeo with something like that. Surely if this guy is as mentally cocky as you say he is, a little verbal sparring should be a slam dunk with this guy." he put his notebook away, having an attack method. He could manipulate when he really wanted to. Though luckily he rarely if ever wanted to.

Trans!Starfire: "Yes, keeping one's wits about them is the best method to dealing with Slade. He's devious but he is wide open to counterattacks when he's not expecting them." Starfire nodded.

Nick Wilde: "Alright. You're being very helpful...One more question..." he asked as he cracked his knuckles a bit "Would you happen to have an approximate location of where he was last? I think I'd like to have a little 'meeting' with this fellow." the idea of a mental battle was exciting him a bit. Maybe too much, but hey, he wanted to see how this would pan out.

Trans!Starfire: "Hmm...the last time we heard a report about him, he was said to be staying in the general location of a certain...Mr. Big?" Starfire tapped her lips. "We did not recognize the name but I believe he is involved in the local mafia?"

Nick Wilde: His expression changed...quite a bit at that. Mr. Big betrayed him?? How could he? But silver lining; at least that'd make hunting him down easier. He remained calm visually, politely asking "Oh. Deary. Would you happen to know why he's involved with them? They're two individuals that I wouldn't really expect to be connected."

Trans!Starfire: "Apparently, the small rodent sir hired him in order to tie up "two furry loose ends". We're still pouring through his list of former associates to discover who they are so that they can be protected."

Nick Wilde: That couldn't be him, could it? They were friends with his daughter! He would never...would he...? "Well, do you know what these 'loose ends' did that would provoke him to commit such an action? Maybe I could help with that. He certainly hasn't talked to me about it recently..."

Trans!Starfire: "Excuse me, are you associated with him?" She asked. "If so, you are in serious danger. Mr. Big is looking into expanding his territory which involves making allies in higher places. One of those allies is Bruno Mannheim of Intergang. He is the one who told him to cut ties with anyone associated with law enforcement."

Nick Wilde: "WHAT/!?!?!?" he started to internally panic. Bigs couldn't be talking about him. He couldn't. He wouldn't...would he? "I'll just have to talk to Big about it on a one-to-one level. Talking to them separately would probably be my safest bet. Can't talk to both at once. I assume this Bruno guy hates the cops?"

Trans!Starfire: "Um...his Intergang follows something called The Crime Bible...and he is rumored to eat subordinates who fail him. Oh wait, you asked for how he felt about cops. Um...surely not moreso than other criminals?"

Nick Wilde: "...Did you say 'eat' them?" he seemed confused. "You're telling me he threatened to eat Mr. Big?"

Trans!Starfire: "No, just those who work underneath him. And fail him. And taste good with spiced meatballs."

Nick Wilde: "So wait, wait, backup...What creature would you say Bruno is? I need a little context here if you're saying he literally eats other people..." he seemed very confused at this point. Now his plans seemed just a bit thrown off.

Trans!Starfire: "Ah, he is completely human. A mad cannibal but a human nonetheless."

Nick Wilde: He took a minute to collect himself and absorb the information. He put together everything piece by piece. "Okay, so, let's back up once more; forgive me for being redundant. But I'm assuming Bruno is threatening to eat Mr. Big if he doesn't comply with the 'cutting out cops' thing, would you say that's correct?"

Trans!Starfire: "Oh, I do not know...I do believe Mr. Big has partaken in the consumption of lower levels of the mafia with Bruno, if some reports are to be correct."

Nick Wilde: "Bullshit! How would an animal that small eat other creatures like that?" he was trying to figure the other out. Was she lying to him? Was this a sick joke of hers? "Okay, look, you're saying the Slade guy is after me, or at least implying it. So: my best bet is to wait. I'll walk around town, maybe get myself a coffee. When this Slade guy is ready for a mental battle, I'm more than happy to meet him..."

Trans!Starfire: "Wait...is Mr. Big not a possum? Not taking size into account, does he not eat carrion or other dead things?"

Nick Wilde: He gave the other a glance that could only be read as 'are you kidding me?' "You found out all this info on Slade's connections and you don't know who the boss is? Mr. Big is a r a t. Nowhere near a possum."

Trans!Starfire: "Ah...the coloration made him resemble a possum. That is entirely my mistake. Still, are rats not omnivorous?"

Nick Wilde: "I think they are? But still, he's...miniscule? Tiny? All those other synonyms? I doubt he'd be eating people like that..."

Trans!Starfire: "Sure, not whole...but maybe he nibbles on the offerings? None of it is nutritional, it's all a display of power."

Nick Wilde: "It still really doesn't seem like something he'd do. Usually he just ices people when they piss him off enough. He doesn't really do the whole 'crime-brag' thing."

Trans!Starfire: "That is a good point. However, he is expanding his territory. He most likely the reputation to deal with the larger gangs."

Nick Wilde: "I don't see why he'd be needing to expand like this in the first place. His gang was perfectly...happy....?" he wasn't really sure how to aesthetically describe a gang. "I don't get the guy sometimes, really."

Trans!Starfire: "Evil is rather obtuse at times. If it makes you feel any better, I believe his intentions aren't personal in nature."

Nick Wilde: "How can attempting to plan a murder a specific target not be personal?!?!"

Trans!Starfire: "It's difficult to explain...when I asked Robin, he revealed that most crime bosses tend to consider pre-meditated murder, especially in your case where it's an attempt to gather a reputation, "business"."

Nick Wilde: "...I just don't get it..." he seemed somewhat disappointed "Why of all people I'd be the one considered a loose end is beyond me. I thought we trusted eachother."

Trans!Starfire: "This is very hard information to take in, sir." Starfire placed a sympathetic hand on Nick's shoulder. "Sadly, trust is easy to drop with people like that. If you are not in his immediate circle, and sometimes even then, you'll always be another asset to him. Someone to use regardless of how friendly you two act towards each other."

Nick Wilde: "I was in his immediate circle! We literally saved his daughters life! Is that not good enough for him?!?! I just...wh...I..." he stammered, so confused."

Trans!Starfire: "That's how men in his position are. I'm sorry, officer. If this was a fair universe, this would not be happening to you."

Nick Wilde: "Well..." he sighed, though he was still willing to take on the battle "You've been in this situation before, feel free to tell me some advice for how I should go about this.." he felt like he could still try and manipulate Slade. It wasn't impossible...was it?

Trans!Starfire: "Hm...Slade isn't expecting a fight. So maybe you should work with that? You and your partner should "welcome" him to your assassination. The courtesy will confuse him...and maybe give you an opening."

Nick Wilde: "Oh...don't worry, she's on other missions around here. I'm not sure I'd want her too involved in the Slade situation..." he explained, conveniently hiding the silver ring on his left hand "Though speaking of; did you happen to see a gray rabbit anywhere around here?"

Trans!Starfire: "A couple...although one in a police uniform was helping an old goat cross the street earlier."

Nick Wilde: "...That sounds like her..." he said with a small smile. He sounded proud with that sentence. "Well, I appreciate all the help you gave with this situation. If you'll excuse me there's a certain individual I need to have a 'talk' with. It was very nice meeting you!" he insisted with a smile, starting to walk away.

Trans!Starfire: "It was nice meeting you too, Mister...I apologize, I never got your name!" She called out.

Nick Wilde: "Officer Wilde, or Nick, whichever's your favorite." he turned back around, offering the nice lady a hand to shake.

Trans!Starfire: "I am Koriand'r, or Kory as my friends call me." Starfire smiled, shaking his hand. "I am also known by the name Starfire."

Nick Wilde: "Well, it was lovely meeting you, Ms. Fire." he even gave a polite bow. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have important business matters to attend to." he gave a nod, before turning back around, his expression much more serious. He was ready for a battle.

Trans!Starfire: "Godspeed, Mr. Wilde!" Starfire smiled. It would do Deathstroke good to experience defeat from an unlikely source...

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unfinshedsentec · 3 years

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Headcanons|| when you sleep over!!

posting thing now cause I’m stressed about school, so now I’m procrastinating…..and I’m stressed because I’m procrastinating😫

tw: curse words?

characters: Manjiro Sano, Draken, Keisuke Baji, Kazutora Hanemiya, Mitsuya, you

word count: 2.8k+

Mikey

• Mikey is a really busy guy and being able to spend time with him was rare

• So when Mikey called you wondering if you wanted to come over, you immediately said yes

• Sadly, you were pretty disappointed when you arrived

• The moment you walked into his room, you noticed all six of Toman's founders sitting in there too

• Don't get me wrong, you got along great with them all and you even considered them your friends, but you really wanted to spend some time alone with your boyfriend because it had just been so long

• But Mikey was nice enough to invite you here, so no matter how sad you were, you weren't going to complain, besides spending time with the founders was always fun.

• You, Mikey, and the founders ended up spending the rest of the evening eating snacks and playing board games, up until it was time to leave because it was getting late

• But, as you started to follow the other founders out the door, you felt a hand grip your wrist.

• And when you turned around you saw the familiar blonde

• "Hey Y/n, why don't you stay a bit longer?"

• A chance to be alone with Mikey? Yeah you took the opportunity in a heartbeat.

• As you walked back into the room, you heard Mikey's voice once again.

• "Hey, I'm really sorry for not spending some time with you", he said quitely.

• "No no! It's fine Mikey, I understand your busy! Besides your spending time with me now!"

• "Yeah.....I guess…”

• He slowly lead you back to where his couch was, laid down, and just pulled you next to him without saying or doing anything else

• That was when you realized, he wanted to cuddle, but wouldn't say it

• Of course, you gave in and cuddled with him.

• The both of you ended up cuddling and talking for god knows how long and before you knew it, it was already very late at night.

• "Ahh crap, it's already 2 am, I should head home now"

• "What?! Your going to walk home at 2 in the morning!"

• “Uhhh....yeah"

• "No!!"

• "Huh?"

• "Stay here for tonight!"

• While spending more time with Mikey was very appealing, spending the night with him seemed a little, you know......

• But Mikey was stubborn and wouldn't let you leave his room

• So you figured it couldn't hurt to spend more time with him and gave in, especially since he seemed so desperate

• But, when you came out of the bathroom ready for bed, Mikey was already asleep

• His hair was spread in many different impossible directions, there was drool coming out of his mouth, and he was holding onto the end of his precious towel

• You, of course, didn't want to wake him up, so you refrained yourself from laughing, and climbed into bed next to him.

• Not even ten seconds later, he rolled over, grabbed onto your waist and buried his head into the crook of your neck

• "You gotta buy me some Dorayaki tomorrow", he said before he fully fell asleep

Draken

• You and Draken had been dating for almost a year.

• Naturally, you both wanted to do something big for such a big milestone, so Draken took you to a new, beautiful, outdoor restaurant that was close to where he lived.

• The date was going so well. The restaurant had amazing food, Draken was really happy, you were really happy, and the restaurant looked beautiful.

• You honestly felt like your date was straight out of a movie

• That was until storm clouds started to roll in and soon after, it started raining.

• "Come on Y/n! We gotta go to your house before we get sick or something!"

• "We can't! There was a bug infestation and the pest people said we can't go come back home until tomorrow, besides you said yours is closer!"

• You had never seen such an unsure look on Draken's face. You knew he was very hesitant on letting you come over to his house, but it seemed that you really had no other choice

• "Fine, I guess we can go to my room......"

• "Room?"

• He didn't answer. Honestly, his nervousness made you more and more nervous as each minute passed

• And he had a right to be nervous

• Because the moment you walked out of the elevator of what you thought was an apartment building, you immediately noticed the strange feeling of the place

• And it certainly wasn't an apartment

• Your feeling was confirmed when Draken led you to his room and a bunch of half naked girls came out to talk to him

• "Ken-kun, could you grab me so some food later today?" "Maybe tomorrow", he replied.

• "Ken-kun, can I please touch your abs?" "No", he thankfully said.

• Ahhhh yes, it just so happened the your boyfriend lived in a brothel. A brothel!!!!!

• And you now understood why he was hesitant on letting you come over

• After what seemed like a billon years, you guys got to his room

• Unfortunately, when you guys did get to his room, there was a painstaking, awkward silence, along with moans in the background

• Talk about awkward

• "I-umm, I'm sorry I didn't tell you early", he said breaking the silence

• "No! I-I can't blame you for not saying a-anything"

• After that, it was once again an awkward silence.

• The situation was probably the most awkward you had been in

• "Ummmm, you wanna get some drinks?",he said, breaking the silence once again

• "Uhh, y-yeah"

• So, the both of you ended up grabbing drinks. But while he paid and got the drinks, you waited and soon later, you heard an unfamiliar female voice speak to you

• "Hey, your Ken-kun's s/o right?"

• "I-uhhh yes"

• "Great! Why don't you play card with us!", the female said before dragging you toward an unfamiliar room

• "I-um, I'm actually bu-", you tried saying, but it looked like you didn't have a choice

• So, you ended up sitting down with some girls you had never met and ended up playing some card games

• And you actually had fun

• Until your boyfriend interrupted

• "Y/N! What are you doing?! I've been looking for you for hours! It's 1 in the morning!"

• "Huh?! Shit!! I have to go! My mom’s gonna kill me!!!!!”, you said, before rushing out of the room, running past your boyfriend in the process

• "Wait!", he said grabbing your wrist

• "Huh?"

• "It's late and this is a kinda dangerous spot, why don't you stay with me tonight?"

• You were pretty flustered by his statement, and the idea of that sounds nice, so you agreed, with your parents permission

• When you were lead back to his room, Draken gave you a spare shirt of his and you both laid down on his bed

• "I'm really sorry again"

• "It's really fine! Those girls are really nice too!"

• "I'm glad you think that, I really am. I know this situation is kinda awkward ",he said drowsily

• "Yeah, but definitely interesting"

• After the both of you talked for a bit longer, the awkward atmosphere went away and soon after, Draken fell asleep

• In the end, you both had a lot of fun and you definitely learned a lot more about your boyfriend

• Unfortunately, you didn't get any sleep because the moaning was keeping you awake.......

Baji

• Baji, had unfortunately gotten in trouble and once again, and got grounded

• In the times where he was grounded, he wasn't allowed to see anybody outside of school

• Including you

• So when he finally got his Mom to forgive him, he immediately called you and asked you to come over

• And you, of course, said yes.

• The moment you walked into the apartment, it was pure chaos

• Because your boyfriend just so happened to be studying

• And he isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed……..

• "Y/N!! I'm so glad you're here! Please, please help me....."

• The poor boy seemed so frazzled, but at least he seemed to be trying

• So, you sat down and helped him out with his studying

• And the both of you ended up studying for hours and hours

• In fact, you both ended up missing dinner and never actually did anything other than study

• But, you had fun joking around in the process

• And before you knew it, it was pretty late at night

• "Shit! I'm really sorry Baji, I gotta go home before my mom freaks out", you said before rushing out

• "Huh?! Wait up! We haven’t done anything else yet!!!”

• You felt bad for leaving, but your mother scared you more than anything and you absolutely did not want to anger her, so you rushed out the door

• That was until Baji's mom stopped you

• “Oh honey! You can't leave now, It already so late! Why don't you stay here?"

• "As much as I'd love to Ms. Baji, my mom is going to be super mad if I don't come home..."

• "Oh don't worry about that! I'll be sure to talk to your mom, so please stay here! I'm sure Kei would love it"

• "Are your sure?"

• "Of course! It always lovely having you over!"

• And you ended up being able stay the night

• With your mother's permission

• And you couldn't be happier about that

• You and your boyfriend ended up staying up all night eating snacks, watching movies, and playing some games

• Thankfully, it was a weekend, so it wasn't a big deal that you both were staying up late

• And you guys were having so much fun, but eventually you both had to go to bed and you were so exhausted

• So, you and your boyfriend got ready for bed

• But when you did, you sure were surprised to see that Baji wasn't wearing a shirt and you sure as hell stared

• He just looked so good and you just you couldn't take your eyes off his abs. Unfortunately, that didn't go unnoticed

• "What? You like what you see?"

• "I-uh, Shut up!"

• Baji then proceded to walk over to you and give you a hug, which would've been fine, if you could feel his ripped body against your own

• Your face was so pink the whole time and you truly thought your heart was going to leap out your chest

• You were seriously getting light headed during the whole thing

• "Woah! You gonna pass out from my hotness?!"

• "N-n-no! L-let's just g-go to sleep", you said, trying to shut his teasing up.

• So, you both climbed into his bed and tried to go to sleep

• At some point, your boyfriend decided to cuddle with you, but at this point you were so exhausted that you couldn't care, you just wanted to sleep

• And his body heat made you even more tired and you soon passed out from pure exhaustion

• By the time you both woke up, it was almost 3 p.m and you couldn't be any happier

• After-all, you had just had the best time of your life, and you got some good sleep

Kazutora

• Kazutora's home environment isn't exactly the best and he rarely invites you over

• But when his mom went on a business trip, he immediately called you to come over

• Of course, you agreed

• At first the plan was to watch a movie, have dinner, and then head home

• But unexpectedly, a typhoon came and hit Japan, which gave you guys really harsh weather

• Kazutora, being the gentlemen, insisted you stay over

• At first you were reluctant because of your parents, but you soon gave in

• You both ended up staying up pretty late watching movies, cuddling and of course, eating some more food

• But when it came time to go to bed, you had nothing to wear

• Kazutora was not prepared for that

• "W-what?? There's n-n-n-nothing you have to wear"

• "Well yeah, I wasn't orginally planning to stay. Can you lend me one of your shirts?"

• "U-uh, y-yeah!"

• After you changed, you noticed Kazutora timidly sitting on the edge of the twin sized bed.

• "Tora?"

• "Y/N!", he shouted, while he started moving away from you.

• The male in front of you had a bright pink blush on his cheeks and he started fidgeting with his shirt.

• To you, he seemed almost scared of you.

• Of course, this started to make you self conscious.

• "Kazutora? Are you okay? Did I do something?"

• "WHAT?! I-um, I'm fine! You didn't do anything wrong!"

• You were uncertain, but decided to let it go for the night. After all, you were exhausted

• So you both decided to call it a night and headed off the bed

• Kazutora had offered you the bed to yourself and said he could sleep on the floor, but you insisted that he sleep in the bed too

• After all, it was his bed

• So, you both climbed into bed, turned off the lights and headed to sleep.

• Kazutora for some odd reason, turned his back toward you and scooted himself towards the very edge of the bed.

• This made you even more self conscious, but you were so tired that you just ended up drifting to sleep

• But right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard Kazutora's soft voice.

• "Hey Y/n. Are you sure this is okay??", he said while he turned towards you.

• "Huh?? What do you mean?", you said half-asleep.

• "You know, do you really want to be here?"

• "Well, yeah....I love being with you"

• "Really?"

• "Yeah...." you said, still very drowsy.

• You felt the bed move as he might moved his body closer to you. You then felt as familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer, until you could feel your head on Kazutora's chest

• "Thank you Y/n........."

• Those were the last words you heard before comfortably falling asleep in your boyfriends arms

Mitsuya

• Mitsuya and you had been wanting go on a date for a while, but something always managed to stop the both of you from actually going the date

• Wether is was school, or something with Toman, or family problems, there was always something

• So when you found out today was a free day for him, you immediately took the chance and asked him out on a date

• And he said yes

• Unfortunately when the day of the date came, Mitsuya called you saying he couldn't make it because he had to look after his little sisters

• "I'm really sorry Y/n, but I just can't leave my sister's alone...."

• "No,no, it's okay! You need to take care of them and that's fine!"

• You wouldn't say it, but you were very disappointed. After all, you were really looking forward to spending time with him

• That was until he suggested a great idea

• "Hey Y/n! I have an idea! Why don't you come over here! I'm sure my sister would lo-"

• "YES!!", you said a bit to loudly.

• As soon as he said that, you immediately started packing your bags and rushed over to his house

• The moment you entered, Luna and Mana came rushing towards you

• "Y/n-san!! We missed you so much!!!"

• "Awwww, I missed you both too!"

• "I'm glad you could come Y/n!", another voice spoke. You looked up, only to see the familiar silver haired male.

• "Mitsuya!", you said running up to the male and giving him a hug

• "Its been a while Y/n", he said, returning your hug

• "Big bro! Quit hogging Y/n!", the cute little sisters said

• "Alright, alright, I'll let you both play with Y/n"

• "YAYYYY!!!!"

• You, Luna, Mana, and sometimes Mitsuya ended up playing up until their bed time came

• The girls were not happy to go to bed, but Mitsuya eventually got them to go to sleep

• And not long later, Mitsuya led you to his own room, where you laid down on his bed and cuddled with him

• "Hey Y/n?"

• "Hmmm?"

• "I'm really sorry we couldn't do something today. I'll make it up to you at some point”

• "No, it's fine! Actually I had a lot of fun today!"

• "You sure? I know my sister can be a pain sometimes..."

• "No,no! They're adorable!"

• "Hmm, we'll then maybe you'll have to come again"

• "Yeah, I'd love to", you said cheerfully

• For the rest of the night the both of you cuddled in his bed, before you both fell asleep.

• Although you hadn't planned the date to be what it was, it ended up being the best day of your

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justdaphne · 2 years

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The Crows as teachers

Kaz:

He would be a math teacher for many reasons. One of them is that stealing class isn’t a thing unfortunately

“Alright children I’m your new math teacher for whatever reasons”

“I’m gonna teach you accounting I suppose”

“What’s accounting?”

“Imbeciles” *rolls eyes* “long story short, money”

“But we were learning about algebra”

“You won’t go to a store to buy bread that costs 10x kruge”

He would lose patience very easily but seethe silently

When one of the students complain, he would tell them *impatiently* why it is important.

“you wanna know what happens if you don’t learn this? Well you can get conned. Wanna get conned? HUH?”

Wylan:

He would be the music teacher obviously

He would teach students a lot of music pieces and they would enjoy his classes

If a substitute is needed for science or math he would substitute.

Wylan would bring them to the science lab and teaches them about bombs safely

A lot of k a b o o m s happen but it’s under-controlled

“Kaz, sometimes algebra is used in the real world. Like medicine for example”

“Well then that should be taught in THAT field”

*rolls eyes*

The students get really excited when he substitutes during his classes because Wylan is one of their favorite teachers

Inej:

Inej would be the principle. But if any substitutes are in need, she would fill in

The students absolutely adore her

She rarely gets mad and is really chill

If a problem is caused, she would address it gently

“Please don’t do that again okay?”

She would ask everyone how their weekends were and they would ask her how her weekend went

She would laugh a lot when with the students

Even if she gets mad, she wouldn’t shout. It would just be a stern voice, probably concerning most children because she never uses it

Nina:

Her class would be filled with heavy laughter

Her class is super chill and chaotic at the same time

“Okay who can tell me- oh wait my phone’s ringing! Hang on hang on”

“PFFT- HAHAHA YOU GUYS GOTTA SEE THIS CAT MEME”

*another hour spent talking about cats*

“You know if MY teacher was here, she would scold me for not being strict enough lol”

*cue Zoya Nazyalensky entering*

“WHY ARE THEY NOT LEARNING ANYTHING”

“ZOYA? YOU DON’T EVEN WORK HERE?!?!?”

Even though a lot of distractions happen, work seems to be done just on time

When the students are doing their work, Nina would lounge in her sit, feet on the table, eating

“Ms Zenik, did you know they serve waffles at the canteen today?”

“THEY WHAT”

“CLASS DISMISSED EARLY GO HAVE LUNCH”

*rushes out of the room*

Matthias:

He would be the history teacher

His classes would seem so long to the students

I feel like he’s the teacher who barely smiles and laughs yet barely raises his voice

“In Fjerda...”

“The Drüskelle are ...”

“Grisha are ...”

The students in the back row would sleep, procrastinate so Matthias would give pop quizzes a lot

He would also give them homework every week lol

“Any questions?”

No one answers

And then they’re all struggling

He would call on the students that participate in his class often

Jesper:

Chaotic class 2

“I’M SORRY I’M LATE CLASS. I’d rather be late than look ugly. Even though I’m gorgeous everyday.”

Jesper and the students would complain about Kaz and his class

“I KNOW RIGHT. GUESS WHAT HE TOLD ME LAST WEEK”

*laughter errupts*

He would get behind schedule lol

“So apparently..you guys have final exams uhhh”

It’s fine because it’s all under control. Even serious Jesper classes are fun

When one of the students are done with their work, he would ask them to come to his desk so they can play cards, chess, etc

The student would win over and over again and Jesper would ask for a rematch over and over again

And then finally:

“HA I WIN! I WIN I WIN I WIN” *happy dances*

“Oh look at the time! Y’all are dismissed”

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readerstories · 3 years

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Tie Reveal - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader

What is it with me and turning short and sweet ideas into long one shots? Yeah so anyway, enjoy (AO3)

Warnings/tags: relationship rreveal, fluff and humor, light angst

Wordcount: 2837

Summary: You come into work wearing the wrong tie

You hate rushing in the morning, preferring to start your day in a calm and relaxed manner. That’s not on the table for today however, as you and Aaron both rush to get dressed.

“You’re going to be late.” You say as you button your shirt, glad you had had the forethought to grab on from your to go bag, as not wake any suspicion or teasing from the team. Aaron glances at the clock as he puts his shoes on.

“It’s still before the time you usually get in.”

“Yeah, but not for you.” You pick up your ties from the floor, giving Aaron’s to him. You’re quick to put yours on, Aaron mirroring you.

“I’ll just say that I got a flat tire.” You nod, stealing a quick kiss from him as you grab your jacket on the way out.

“Okay, see you at work!” You’re out the door before he can respond, making your way quickly down, not even bothering with the elevator in your haste to get to your car.

—-

You make it to work on time, only a few minutes later than usual, but that can be blamed on the fresh coffee in your hand from the coffee shop down the street.

As the elevator plings to announce your arrival on the right floor, you’re met by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan standing right outside, groaning as they spot you.

“Well, good morning to you guys too.” You say with a confused look at them all as you step out.

“It’s not you, we’re just just waiting for Hotch.” Garcia explains and you raise a brow, faking confusion.

“Hotch? Isn’t he here already?”

“No, so I got worried, so I checked his phone and it was pinging on the road just outside his apartment building, which is weird cause he’s normally the first one here-”

“Are you even supposed or allowed to do that outside of a case or emergency?” Garcia hesitates, and you huff and shake your head at them.

“Well, I’m going to go and start work, like you all should.” You leave the team as they go back to watching the elevator doors, quickly shooting off a text to Hotch to let him know that the flat tire excuse won’t work.

A few minutes later you hear a happy Garcia shout Hotch’s name and seconds later he comes in through the glass doors, followed by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan.

“Guys, I’m fine, I just slept trough my alarm this morning.”

“But you never do that.” Garcia responds, hot on his heels.

“So what’s her name?” Morgan quips, Hotch stops in his tracks to give him a withering glare before resuming his path to his office.

“Ohhh, lover boy!” Morgan teases at Hotch’s back.

“Remember we got a briefing in ten minutes sir!” Garcia yells after him before the door to his office is closed behind him. You hide your smile behind your coffee, trying not to bring much attention to yourself. Garcia leaves to prepare a few last things for the briefing, but Reid and Morgan linger next to your desk, still standing.

“Do you really think that’s what made him late?” Reid asks.

“Come on, that man never misses anything and sleeps light, and Jack is away for a week, so what else could it be?” Morgan glances at you. “What do you think?” You take a sip of your coffee, pretending to think.

“Maybe, or maybe he is telling the truth. The man is only human, and with the amount of hours he spends in the office he might actually just have slept trough his alarm.” Morgan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

You all make your way into the meeting room. You sit down in the chair next to a standing Garcia as you often do, Reid, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi joining you around the table, Hotch striding in as usual a few minutes later.

“Garcia, please begin.” He stays on his feet, ready to go as soon as he can.

“Look to the screen my mighty crime fighters, because today you’re goi-”

“You’ve switched ties.” Reid cuts Garcia off mid-sentence, making everyone look at Reid, wondering what in the world he is talking about. He points at you.

“You and Hotch, you’ve switched.” Both of you look down, then at each other as the team looks between the two of you. Shit, he’s right.

“When you came in I saw your tie was the same as Hotch wore yesterday, a grey tie with a Gucci pattern. I just thought you had bought the same one, since you both have a similar taste in ties, but Hotch got the same as you wore yesterday, a grey tie with stripes, which still has the small coffee stain from when you spilled some yesterday.” Hotch frowns as lifts up the tie to inspect it, and yes, there’s indeed a small, barely noticeable speck of coffee about halfway up the tie he is wearing. No one says anything for a few seconds, you yourself have turned into a statue, neutral expression on your face. Hotch is much the same, everyone else looking between you two. Garcia is the first one to break the silence, squealing with glee.

“Omg, omg, guys!” She yells as she hugs you from behind, the angle a little awkward with how she leaning over your sitting form. You’re not stone anymore, but you don’t return the hug before she lets you go. Morgan and JJ are both grinning, Rossi is looking at Hotch with smile, Reid is trying not to do the same at you while you glare daggers at him. Hotch sighs.

“Garcia...” His tone is chastising, reminding everyone that there is something else to focus on, which seems to snap her back to work mode. Sort of.

“Right, right, case, lets just brush past that revelation about two of my best friends, so, uhhh, where were we? Or right! Today you’re going to-” She begins to explain the case, both you and Hotch get a few more glances before everyone turns their focus on the case.

----

On the jet you think you’re in the clear, until Rossie settles in the seat next to you. Which is odd, because you’re the only two on the jet so far, and he usually doesn’t sit next to you.

“So you and Hotch huh?” You pretend to read over the case files in front of you, and Rossi chuckles.

“You know, none of us expected a thing. Well done on hiding it from a group of profilers I must say.”

“Rossi, there’s nothing-”

“There’s nothing?” He’s grinning, clearly teasing as he looks down to your tie and taps it with a finger. “Something tells me otherwise.” You sigh, but are saved from answering by the rest of the team joining you on the jet. Everybody buckles down for take off, and not long after you’re in the air, and then all the attention is on the case.

For a little while at least.

You can tell they want to talk about it, but the case keeps everyone occupied, so there’s nothing else before JJ comes back from the hotel with the room cards. Everyone is spread around doing different tasks, so she finds you alone in the conference room the team had been given. You’re reading trough the victims files for some more specifics on victimology when she places a keycard on the table in front of you. You look up, startled as you hadn’t even noticed her entering the room.

“You’ve seen Hotch?” She asks and you furrow a brow.

“I think he’s talking to the police chief in his office, why?”

“His key card, but you can just give it to him when you see him, since you’re sharing a room.”

“I thought we were past the budget cuts-”

“Oh we are, but Garcia made some changes to the booking after this mornings briefing sooo....” JJ grins and you sigh, rubbing your forehead. There’s silence and no movement for a few seconds, then there’s a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you know we will always support you guys right?” You sigh heavily, resting your own hand on top of JJ’s, looking up at her.

“I know, it’s just... It wasn’t revealed in the best way.” She grimaces.

“Yeah.” She looks uncertain how to respond, but seems to go for light, which you are grateful for. “But I’m surprised none of us caught on until then, it has been going on for at least a couple of months right?” You try to hide your grin as you pretend to go back to reading the files.

“Well, I’m not a ‘kiss and tell’ kinda guy, but it’s a bit more than a couple months.” JJ laughs and pats your shoulder before leaving the room.

You find Hotch not long after, and when you tell him the whole situation around the shared room, he sighs too, but mostly in a ‘oh what can you do’ kind of way, seemingly mostly resigned to everyone knowing now.

Even with sharing the same room and not needing to hide anything from the team, you go back to the hotel without him. The man is a workaholic, and you want a shower and some sleep, but he promises to join you soon. Instead you end up sharing a car with Reid and Morgan, neither of which say anything in the car, but while you’re waiting for the elevator, all bets seems to be off.

“So, you and the bossman huh?” Morgan teases with a grin as you do your best to ignore him, watching the numbers on the display tick down. The elevator door opens and you quickly step inside, hoping to leave them both behind. But alas, no such luck, as they step inside and Reid presses the button to the floor above yours.

“You know, work place relationships aren’t actually that uncommon. Did you know-” Here you tune him out, once again watching the numbers off the elevator. Normally you like when Reid goes on a tangent, but now, not so much.

“Reid, I will strangle you with my tie to shut you up if I have to.”

“Don’t you mean Hotch’s tie?” The grin on his face is shit-eating, which is rare from Spencer, and Morgan laughs loudly. The combination of it makes you curse under your breath as the doors finally open to your floor. You don’t bother saying goodbye, just going straight down the hall towards the door with your room number on it. Sliding the keycard in, it opens with a click. You drop your bag on the floor as soon as the door shuts behind you, and you switch on the lights.

You can’t help it.

You laugh as you take in the big room in front of you.

Or rather, the suite.

The honeymoon suite by the looks of it. Red and white decor, candles, big bed, nicely decorated with towels shaped like a heart, and some champagne in an ice-bucket on the desk in the room. There’s a small white card right next to the champagne, which you quickly read. ‘Have fun ;) -G’. You snort at it, that woman is a menace. (But also very nice, but you do shoot her text to warn her that she should sleep with one eye open. The only response you get is a winking emoji).

A surprisingly short time later you hear the door to the suite unlock, alerting you to Aaron’s arrival where you just stepped out of the shower. He calls your name in a questioning tone, you’re quick to respond as you wrap a towel around your mostly dry form.

“In here, one sec.” You step out of the bathroom, Aaron’s attention going straight to you before pointedly looking around the room. You lean on the door frame of the bathroom.

“Garcia.” You offer as an explanation.

“Ah.” He accepts, looking around once more. “This is going to be a fun expense report.” You snort at that, pushing yourself of the door frame and walking over to him. Putting your arms around his neck, you pull him close for a kiss.

“Certainly, but let us enjoy it for now, I’m sure Garcia has an explanation locked and ready for the report when we need it.” Aaron tries not to smile at that, but is halfway to failing when you catch his lips in a kiss.

----

The next time your relationship is brought up is on the jet back when the case ends well a few days later. Everyone have found their way to pass the time as usual. Reid and Rossi are playing chess in the one of two seaters, Morgan is half asleep, JJ is typing away on her phone next to him, across from them in the aisle seat is Hotch who has started on more paper work already, and you’re laying down on the couch across from them reading a book.

Everybody is in their own little bubble, that’s until Rossi is standing in the aisle and clearing his throat. Everyone looks at him, even Derek who JJ jostles awake with an elbow. Rossi got a bottle of expensive looking whiskey in one hand, several glasses in the other.

“I believe a little celebration is in order.” He starts handing out glasses, you sit up and close your book as you accept yours, just as Garcia pops up on the screen over the couch.

“What for?” You ask, genuinely curious, giving Garcia a look trough the screen, a very grinning and happy looking Garcia.

“Well, the case went well, we saved several people, and ah yes, your not so secret relationship anymore.”

“Rossi-” You and Hotch try to say something at the same time, but Rossi doesn’t let either of you speak another word.

“Oh no no no, neither of you get to Rossi me. Just shut up and listen okay?” He pours a hefty helping of whiskey in everyone’s glass as he speaks, even Garcia got a glass back home somehow, no doubt filled with something similar.

“We just want you both to know that we are very happy for you, both of you. And though the way us knowing came about wasn’t ideal, we will always support and be there for you.” You and Hotch look around at your team, noting the happy faces watching you before making brief eye contact.

“I want you all to know that nothing in this team changes with this, we’re still going to work together and remain professional while on the clock. There will be no preferential treatment here.”

“What he said.” You incline your head towards Hotch as you look around the jet once more.

“Aaron, we know that. Like I said, we just want you both to be happy.” Rossi says, soft smile on his face. You raise your glass, trying to pretend that the slight sting you can feel in your eyes is just tiredness.

“Cheers to that.” Everyone joins in, clinking their glasses together in loud celebration and happy voices, Garcia cheering with her glass against the camera lens back home. Everyone takes a sip of the whiskey, several mentioning the smooth burn of it.

“So, how long have you two love birds been together?” Morgan eyes flicker between you and Aaron.

“See, that right there Morgan is the million dollar question.” Rossi points between you both. “Come on, out with it.” You grin, trying and failing to hide your grin behind taking another sip of the whiskey, Aaron doing the same.

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” You ask, getting up to lean on the chair Aaron is sitting in. He looks up at you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.

“I think you should.”

“Okay.” You say with a shrug, looking at all of the team before settling your gaze on Spencer. “Remember the strangulation serial killer we caught in LA earlier this year?”

“We caught him and finished that case 6 months, 11 days, and 9 hours ago.” Spencer helpfully supplies.

Then it dawns on them all what that means.

Yells of surprise from everyone, and this time neither you or Aaron try to hide your matching grins. Rossi is laughing loudly while slapping his knee, Reid seems to have lost his composure, mumbling that he should have seen something sooner, Garcia is speechless for perhaps the first time since you have known her, Morgan looks frozen in shock, and JJ is trying to hide her laughter behind her hand.

“6 months? How even?!” Morgan exclaims. You shrug, your grin shit-eating by now.

“What can I say, we’re good profilers and now how to hide our tells.” You glance at Aaron and squeezes his shoulder, who in return brings your hand to his lips for a brief kiss on your knuckles. Garcia squeals from her screen, gushing over how cute the two of you are as you smile and laugh in response.

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queenjosielaufeyson · 2 years

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Getting to Know Loki

This is a part two to Meeting Loki in my DR series I hope you enjoy

Note: I know that ages work differently on Asgard but in my DR immortality works that you age until 18 then the aging process slows so that's the case for everyone that's immortal.

Also @theaudacitytowrite this is my valentines gift to you the next instalment in my DR series 💚

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Odin being a dick to Loki. Thor is also kinda a dick but that's just cause it's the teenage years

"Bye! Thanks so much!" I shouted to The Doctor as I exited the Tardis. As I walked into the hub I noticed Loki was still here.

"Hi, you're still here." I said

"Yeah your dad said I could stay a few days."

"You hungry? I could make us a snack and keep you company," I offered.

"I uh thanks."

"No problem come on! If you like coffee I think Ianto just made a pot!"

"I've never had coffee they don't have that on Asgard."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Umm sure."

I brought Loki to the kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee he very eagerly took a sip and nearly gagged, "It's so bitter!"

"That's why you put sweet flavors in it, and lots of sugar!"

I was about to grab him some of my secret stash of sweets to help with the taste when dad walked in "Kiddo, how many times do I gotta tell you, you can't have coffee this late in the day."

"It wasn't for me it was for Loki!" I explained

"How old are you?" Dad asked Loki

"Uhhh 13"

"You're not having coffee either!" Dad took the pot and left the kitchen. As he left Loki and I started giggling.

"I still got a hidden stash of sweets that I can share with you." I said pulling out a large bag of candy cookies chocolates and more."

"You got a sweet tooth I can see."

"Yeah, just don't tell my dad, especially since sometime The Doctor takes me to get candy from different times and planets instead of my history lessons."

"Who's The Doctor?"

"A friend of my dad, he's a time traveler!"

"Wow! I don't know anyone that cool!"

"I find that hard to believe. Didn't you say you were a god?"

"Yeah but everyone I know are my brother's friends. They don't actually like hanging out with me."

"I'm sorry. I like hanging out with you," I said offering him a small smile.

"I appreciate that."

"Wanna do something we're not supposed to?"

"My interest is peaked."

"Come on!"

I brought Loki to my spot just outside the hub, it was secluded and gave a perfect view of the stars and just close enough that Dad doesn't blow a gasket when he inevitably finds me.

"Wow this place is beautiful, you keep books out here?"

"Yeah and notebooks to do some writing. Over in that corner is a blanket if you get cold." I told him sitting next to him. Rather than him getting the blanket he used magic to wrap one around us.

"Thank you, for being kind to me. The only other person that has showed me kindness is my mother."

"Is that why you ran away?" "Yes and no. I didn't run away but am just escaping. I am going back home in a few days. I don't want my mom to worry, but my father, he probably didn't even notice I left, too busy doting on my brother I presume."

"I'm sorry, I get what it's like to feel alone. This is my spot to be alone. Well away from everyone, I'm always alone I don't know anyone my age so my only company is whoever is on the Torchwood team. And one friend that I only get to see very rarely."

"Well now you got me." Loki offered a half hearted smile. I spent all night talking to him, getting to know every little thing about him. We fell asleep there under the stars. The next morning I woke up in my bed. Loki and I spent the next few days inseparable both of us just glad to have a friend.

When the time came for Loki to leave I thought I would never see him again. Then dad spoke up. "If you ever need a place to stay, you're welcome to come back."

"Thank you sir I might have to take you up on that." Loki said to my dad before turning to me. "I'll be back I promise. I can't leave my only friend behind."

I crushed Loki into a hug "Trust me I'm already planning what to do the next time you visit." He reluctantly hugged me back when I finally let go I gave a small wave. "Bye Loki."

"Bye Y/N." He said then he was gone. But I did get to see him again very soon.

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peachyhan · 3 years

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Genre(s): ANGSTTTTTT SO MUCH ANGST, idol!reader

Pairings: yang jungwon x reader

Word count: 843

Warning(s): uhhh cursing, lots of angst, it's just really sad :(

Taglist: @skz-c1ty @geniejunn @soleilsuhh

If you wish to be added to my taglist, just send an ask or dm <33

Note: hahaha my daddy issues really showed in this one

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"Y/n, there's someone in the lobby asking for you," your manager said, a look of confusion making its way on your face. "He said he's your dad."

You looked over at Jungwon before looking at your manager, "I didn't know my dad was coming?"

Your manager shrugged, "well if you're curious as to who it is, we can go down together. Or by yourself, I doubt anything bad will happen to you with security down there."

"I'll go with you," Jungwon smiled at you, sensing how tense you were. He grabbed your hand, leading you downstairs, an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

Being an idol was never easy, especially not with the help of sasaengs, or people who didn't know how to respect your privacy.

But you didn't know why your dad was here, he didn't even tell you beforehand that he was coming. He had never come to the company before, so him deciding to come now seemed off to you.

You finally reached the lobby, which was usually bustling with people was eerily empty, except for the person at the front desk, the security guards by the front door, and a lone man standing by the windows.

He was tall, and seemed familiar. It wasn't until he turned to look at you until you fully recognized him.

"Y/n! Hey, it's me!" he smiled.

Jungwon looked at you, concern in his eyes at your shocked expression, "do you know this man?"

You did know the man. He was your biological father, an absent father that you haven't seen since you were 10, and even before then he wasn't in the picture.

You felt a wave of emotions rush through you, first sadness, then longing, and finally, anger. He didn't deserve to come here and claim to be your dad, not when he hadn't tried to talk to you before, not when he basically tried to erase you from his memory, not when he hadn't talked to you in years.

He wasn't your father. Maybe he was by blood, but never would you ever consider the man before you your father. No, the man that your mother was currently married to, that man was your father, the same man that had supported you through thick and thin, the same man that had been there for every single birthday and Christmas, and the same man that was cheering for you the loudest when you debuted.

The man that had once been your father made his way over to you, a nervous smile on his face as he glanced at Jungwon and then looked at you.

"I saw your latest music video, it was really good," he grinned.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you asked through gritted teeth. Your tone of voice had both him and your boyfriend taken aback. You rarely ever talked like that, not at least to people you liked.

Jungwon looked from the man to you, when it finally clicked. He remembered the nights you spent crying over an absent dad that you sometimes still longed for even though he was never there. He remembered the feelings of anger you felt whenever he popped up on your SNS feed. He remembered the tears and anger that this man caused and he had absolutely no business being there, not at all.

"Y/n, what do you mean, I just came to catch up," the man said nervously, reaching his arm out to you. Jungwon grabbed his arm before he could reach you, his gaze fiery enough to pierce holes through the man's face, "I think you should leave."

There was a tense silence as the man and Jungwon stared each other down. The man glanced at the security guards by the door before lowering his arm, a scoff leaving his lips. "And who are you?"

"That's none of your business," you replied. "Why are you even here?? Because I'm an idol now? What are you here for? For money? Because if you want it, take it all, as long as I don't have to see your stupid face again," you spat.

"Leave, and never come back," you finished, your glare so intense, even Jungwon flinched away from it.

The man stood there, looking from Jungwon to you, before rolling his eyes. "What a nice reunion I guess."

He strolled through the front doors, just like how he strolled out of your life all those years ago.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me baby, are you okay?"

You almost didn't hear your boyfriend. You were consumed with so many emotions, you were sad that your dad left again without a fight, longing for a father daughter relationship that you never had, and angry at him for never being there.

You felt yourself slowly sinking to the floor, tears falling from your eyes. "Woah woah," Jungwon exclaimed, his arms wrapping around your frame as he fell with you, pulling your face into his chest.

"You're okay, you're okay," he whispered into your hair, rubbing your back soothingly. "I've got you."

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Reading QianQiu after passively reading enough of your metas that I got faaar too involved without *knowing* anything and I'm *loving* it, so thank you so much! Sort of trying to do my best to read slowly because I unfortunately don't know enough Chinese to read the original and the translation isn't complete (and MTL is not my thing, especially as someone who has worked in translation). Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I love you and your posts and thoughts on danmei, on YanShen, on *flails arms* literally everything. 🥺

Sadly, recently I've sort of seen a lot of anti-fujoshi sentiment around (blocked the tag, but then the guilt-tripping kept churning in my head, so I went down the rabbit hole of discourse and uh, you know how *that* goes), so I meant to ask you something, as you're one of the rare people whose intellect I deeply, deeply respect. I know you've talked about fujoshi and the history of that term in some depth before and I too have looked at other Japanese breakdowns of this thing, but I was thinking that...what *does* constitute "fetishisation"? When does it crossover from shipping into *that* territory? I...struggle seeing myself doing anything of that sort, not because of some egoistic moral purity but because... I've literally blubbered and sobbed, complete with very nice sounding hiccups, over these mlm stories, Hunxi, as I'm sure many of us have too! Maybe it's romanticisation of gay ships, but that's not similar to fetishizing, and mlm... *is* about gay romance so lol. I'm just confused about this deal: what's the line? Is there even one? Shouldn't fetishisation be a concern about...real queer relationships (I tentatively offer the example of idol-shipping) and not characters in fictional landscapes?

sldkfjsdlkj okay first of all anon I want to point out the deep, deep irony in asking someone who identifies as ace to weigh in on fetishization discourse, because someone out there deserves to get at least a chuckle out of that

secondly, I do want to reiterate that I deliberately avoided talking about fetishization discourse in this post precisely because I feel dramatically unqualified to do so, but uhhh sure, guess I'll throw my 0.2 cents below the cut, all imaginable qualifiers apply

let’s come at this sideways, so hold my hand, we’re going on a thought experiment:

let’s say, for purposes of discussion, that there is a man with an Asian fetish. for ease of caricature, let’s say he is a straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish. Asian women turn him on; he is interested in becoming sexually and romantically involved with Asian women; he experiences sexual arousal in the company of Asian women; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

so a fetish is, by its dictionary definition, an object or person, physical or imagined, that causes sexual arousal. An Asian fetish means that Asian women, or perhaps Asian-ness in general (whatever that means to you), causes sexual arousal. still with me?

cool, because here’s the thing about sexual arousal: it has fuck-all to do with consent

arousal is a bodily, physiological response to stimuli (external or imagined), which means that, generally speaking, we don’t have control over what arouses us. people can become sexually aroused by stimuli (pornography, sexual contact) without wanting to be aroused at all. arousal is not a sign of secret consent, or secretly wanting sex. me being allergic to pollen isn’t an indicator of my secret hatred for flowers--it’s a bodily response to external stimuli. Likewise, arousal just happens--it’s an indicator of nothing more, and nothing less, than the fact that something has triggered a physiological response, and it happens to be sexual in nature

so back to our hypothetical straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish. he discovers one day that there is a pattern to his sexual arousal, and that he’s really, really into Asian women. okay

I don’t think there’s anything inherently, morally, existentially, metaphysically wrong with having a fetish, just as there isn’t anything inherently, morally, existentially, or metaphysically wrong with having allergies. so your body has a certain response to certain external stimuli, okay! the question that follows, then, is this: what do you do about it?

let’s say our hypothetical, straight, cisgender white man decides to learn more about Asia, since hey, he’s got a vested interest, right? perhaps he begins taking Japanese lessons, which leads to him taking Japanese history courses, which leads to him studying abroad in Japan, which leads to him to writing a dissertation, to getting a P.h.D., to becoming one of the foremost Japanologists in the Anglophone sphere (oh, let’s assume he’s an English-speaker too for simplicity’s sake). He marries his Japanese girlfriend of seven years and celebrates every other new year’s with her family, where he chats up his in-laws with his accented-but-fluent Japanese and never fails to delight the distant cousin who still thinks it’s wildly novel that this white man can speak Japanese and reference anything from history to memes.

He still has an Asian fetish, which becomes relevant in the bedroom, becomes relevant when his girlfriend suggests children and he thinks about it and says sure, you just got tenure and I’m a year away from it, if you really want a kid let’s have one, and anyway they’ve been married for three years so it’s not like this is anything new to them

but back to where we began, which is with a straight, cisgender, Anglophone white man with an Asian fetish. can we say, in this idealized, hypothetical scenario of interracial romance and domestic bliss, that he did anything wrong?

was it wrong of him to study Japan? no, gatekeeping fields of study based on ethnicity is pretty backward, essentialist, and counterproductive. was it wrong of him to date an Asian woman? no, since we’re assuming that their relationship is fully consensual and joyful. was it wrong of him, a straight, cisgender Anglophone white man, who enjoys all the intersectional privileges based on his race and gender and birth and presentation, to date an Asian woman? no, because no single individual person is responsible for global systems of hegemonic, imperialist, and heteropatriarchal power structures that have formulated over literal centuries of human existence. individuals may participate in these power structures; they may be complicit, participatory, rebellious, subversive, but individuals are not, by virtue of the accident of birth, responsible for the existence of structures that preceded them into the world

all of which is to say, I think our hypothetical, straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish who dedicated his life to studying Japan and married a Japanese woman has, well, tried his best. sure, his point of departure might have been sexual arousal, but he didn’t stop there, didn’t let that become the end-all and be-all of his relationship with Asian-ness

so it seems to me that the problem of fetishes is not that they exist, but in how we respond to them--which is to say, the transition from ‘fetish’ to ‘fetishization,’ the verbifying of the noun in question

fetishization is a problem when it reduces the object (or person, real or imagined) to nothing more than its sexual purpose. when Asian women are reduced to nothing more than sexual objects, flattening their complexity and humanity into nothing more than a thing that inspires sexual arousal--that’s a problem. or hmm, what else gets slapped with the ‘fetishization’ label... oh sure, why not--loyalty kinks (also known as fealty kinks, often seen in bodyguard-client dynamics, or soldier-commander dynamics, or vassal-lord dynamics). is there anything inherently wrong with enjoying those dynamics, or portrayals of these dynamics? no, of course not--these relationships can be incredibly powerful and moving, in fiction or in reality, and there’s a saying somewhere about babies and bathwater that seems relevant here. the point is, if you reduce these relationships of intense loyalty and devotion to nothing more than the fact that you get sexually aroused by them, that’s where I think you’d run into trouble

so, back to the original question: where does enjoying a mlm relationship in a text end, and fetishizing mlm relationships begin? well, if the above logic extends this far, then the line is drawn at the reduction of mlm relationships to nothing more than the consumer’s sexual arousal. the line’s a bit wonky in fiction/media because, like--look, if it’s pornography or PWP fic, the whole point of it is sexual arousal, and we are not getting into a discussion about the morals of pornography--but again, the line is drawn at action, and specifically action that affects other people. if our hypothetical, straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish decided not to go out of his way to do anything about his Asian fetish (we’re not going to condemn him for what he does alone in the privacy of his bedroom, but let’s say he doesn’t catcall Asian women or stereotype them or make advances upon them either), then like. idk, that seems fine to me, you’re not obliged to make a sexual fetish your life’s driving purpose either, that’s like saying everyone with a foot fetish has to become a podiatrist and uhhh that seems a little ill-advised but that might just be me

this is getting stupid long again sdflskdfjslk but I think the tl;dr of it is that it’s perfectly fine and normal to have a fetish, just be critically aware of how it motivates your actions and the way you think, speak, and act (and how your thoughts, words, and actions affect the people you interact with). reductive fetishization doesn’t have to look like catcalling women on their street based on physical appearance; it might look like a blockbuster movie that reduces other people, aesthetics, or cultures to sexualized and exoticized set dressing with no complexity or critical examination. it might look like romanticizing or sexualizing fictional queer relationships and forcibly projecting that fictional romanticization/sexualization onto very real queer people and attempting to reduce them to your personal fantasies, regardless of their own experiences, feelings, beliefs, and desires. it might look like blithely or belligerently ignoring cultural complexity and historical context in favor of the specific interpretation that turns you on

tl;dr for real -- just be respectful and aware of how your preferences and biases influence the way you speak and interact with other people, especially in fandom spaces, and idk you’ll probably be fine

#uhhhhhhh does this belong in the tag I'm throwing it in the tag #hunxi thinks about danmei and gender #idk I do think that danmei is very much about female fantasies and female desires in East Asia #idk how much of it is actually about gay men #the concerns over danmei literature appropriating gay male voices are valid I think #but it's also not something that most of us have any qualifications to speak on #tl;dr keep a solid head on your shoulders and don't make sweeping generalizations about people or culture based on portrayals in webnovels #um #tw fetishization discourse #I think?#that being said if folks could stop fetishizing 知己/知音 that'd be lit thanks

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Gold and Emeralds Chapter 2

(Technoblade x Reader)

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Techno had found some semblance of peace in this cold tundra. Where the wind chill was anything but peaceful. His tiny family consisted of you, Phil, and maybe even Ranboo, not that Techno would ever acknowledge it. When you had come into his life, stolen his heart and you both agreed to be with each other for the rest of your lives, he felt almost as if he were complete.

His heart swelled with pride when he saw you gazing over the netherite sword he had given you when he had proposed. You wanted to spar him often, not that you would use the sword on him. Sharpening your skills was on his priority list, as there was an ever-looming threat in the distance on the DreamSMP. Whatever was going on with the egg, he would not let anything happen to you, but he would not let you be defenseless.

At this point in his life, Techno was ready to say he was through with adventuring, taking down governments. Quiet nights with you had more appeal to them than finding rare treasure. Taking more pleasure in reading daring stories to you than living them, he felt the voices ebb away. Even when they had inevitably come back just like the stresses of daily life. Even so, there were adventures he loved taking you on just as much as well. He hoped his next retirement wasn’t like his last one.

The two of you were on your way back from raiding a woodland mansion, the two of you stopping to camp in a spruce forest. The tent had been pitched, the food was cooking over an open fire, the sky above turned many hues of pinks and purples, and you found yourself sitting in front of Techno, his legs on either side of you. He sat with his back resting on one of the spruce trees, as he took a brush through your hair. It was something the both of you loved doing for the other.

Every once in a while, his golden eyes traced over your neck and he would smile upon seeing the gold chain, knowing the ring that symbolized everything between the two of you lay just above your collarbone. When he was done brushing through your hair, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the back of your neck just above the chain. He smirked when you would shiver at his touch. He brought his arms around you squeezing you to him.

“Tech?” You leaned back into him, and he rested his chin on your shoulder as he hummed out a response. “Do you think we will ever just have a normal life?” Staring wistfully up at the sky, you sighed, making his grip tighten on you.

“…It’ll happen.” His voice even though monotone, he tried sounding convincing. “We just have to keep fighting.” He knew you were worried something would happen, and your worries were valid. But for now, the two of you were happy, finding solace in these tiny moments.

“What if…” It was almost as if you couldn’t bare to say it, “what if something happens.” The tremble in your voice, made his heart ache. He could feel your shoulders start shaking. “I don’t want to lose you before we really start to live our lives together.”

Technoblade looked to the ground in thought. He listened to you cry, looking for any way to cheer you up. He was at a loss, he still had troubles finding the right words to say when you were upset. He let his hands caress your skin in a comforting manner. He held you tighter to him, whispering that it was going to be okay and other comforts in your ear. Nothing seemed to help. Until an idea popped in his head.

“How about…” he began, “we get married sooner than later. I know you wanted to wait until all of this egg stuff was out of the way but… Why not sooner?” You wiped your tears away at his question and let out a shaky breath. Your eyes look over the darkening horizon. Why not?

“It definitely wouldn’t be a perfect wedding.” You chuckle out wiping the rest of your tears from your eyes.

“Darlin’ as long as you’re there it’ll be perfect.” He peppered the back of your neck in kisses. You shifted so that you kneeled in front of him, and you were now nose to nose with him. Your hands resting on his chest. “You’re gonna look so handsome.” You teased and enjoyed the shade of red Techno turned. You didn’t give him time to retort back, and you kissed him. Melting into him, the two of you watched the sunset together. Though you loved the thought of truly becoming Techno’s one and only, you now had a wedding set in the near future, to plan, and that was a scary thought.

When you and Techno had returned to the cabin in the middle of the tundra you were relieved to have a bath and that’s exactly where you marched off to when the front door swung open. Techno chuckled as he watched you complain about the grime on your skin from adventuring and you disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. It took Techno no time at all, to turn around and stroll up to Phil’s house. His knuckles rapped against the door, and he heard Phil’s footsteps make their way to the door he was standing at.

“Hey, Phil,” Techno sheepishly said as the door opened and out stepped Phil. “I need to ask you somethin’.” Phil gave him a warm smile, motioning for him to come in.

“Sure mate,” When Techno stepped in, he closed the door behind him “How was your trip?” Phil noted the apprehension emanating off of Techno the moment he saw him. “Find any totems?” He sat Techno down at his table and prepared him some tea.

“It went fine, we found two of ‘em,” Techno shrugged, “It wasn’t too bad.” Techno lightly tapped his fingers on the wood of the table.

“How did they do?” Phil motioned his head toward the building you were currently in. This caused a smile to erupt on Techno’s face. Phil chuckled quietly to himself and shook his head.

“Their hard work is definitely paying off.” Techno’s chest swelled with pride. You had gotten really good with your sword. It was one thing to spar; it was a different thing when you had to use it in an actual fight. “They still need to work on their footwork, but they were keeping up with me.”

Phil listened to Techno gush about how much you had learned from the both of them, and how you had picked up on both of his and Phil’s battle tactics. Phil was extremely happy that Techno had finally found someone. Techno deserved this type of happiness. He could still remember how cold Techno was to you in the beginning. Not showing any type of emotions toward you. It was a struggle to even get him to hold your hand. He still struggled to give any sort of affection in front of others.

“This, uhhh, wasn’t what I came here for.” Techno cleared his throat after he was done, and Phil smirked at the slight blush on Techno’s cheeks. “I uhh…” Techno hesitated. “Phil, how do you plan weddings?”

“Decided to do it sooner, did you?” Phil raised his eyebrows at Techno, and Techno self-consciously nodded. Phil nodded back, as he leaned forward in his chair. His elbows rested on the table as he rested his chin on his intertwined hands. “There’s a lot to it. But I think first things first is to invite all the guests and we go from there.” Techno grunted in agreement. “I found a book on Piglin bonding ceremonies a while back that might help too.” Phil shrugged.

Techno wanted to give you a good wedding, or… Bonding ceremony… But… It would have to be a small one… Did you want to have a big wedding? Was he depriving you from that? What if someone tried objecting to the marriage? His mind went a million miles a minute and the voices in his head didn’t help one bit either.

“Mate,” Phil snapped Techno out of his thoughts. “Don’t worry about it, it’s going to be fine.” Phil got up and poured him a cup of the tea. “They’re going to love you no matter what, I am sure of it.”

Techno had to trust Phil on this one, and he did.

Months had passed and you and Techno had become terribly busy dealing with the egg. BadBoyHalo had even managed to trap you in, next to the egg. You struggled to get out, trying to ignore its words making their way into your ears. Even though you couldn’t understand what it was saying to you, the egg had started to take its toll on you. It had been hours before Techno had found you. When he had found you, you were a babbling mess. The vines that encroached on you left red marks on your skin.

After that, Techno took Sam’s advice and bathed you in the holy water of Church Prime. Most of the marks had faded but a few had remained. They had started to fade with time. But with that scare Techno was even more protective over you. Going as far as to taking you out to get a trident of your own. So, if you were ever in that situation again you would be able to get out.

In the back of Techno’s mind, he wanted to give you the wedding of your dreams, and he hadn’t said anything to you about it since that night you had talked to him about it. You had just figured the day would come when you had time to plan. What you didn’t realize that Philza and Techno were planning it all for you… Well at least a piglin marriage, they figured they would give you the chance to plan a human one yourself afterward, if that was what you wanted to do. The close encounter reminded Techno that time was short, and he had almost lost you in that brief amount of time.

When life had gone back to semi-normal, and the marks had all but faded from your skin. Ranboo and Niki had come to your door. Both of them pulled you by the hands claiming the two of them had something to show you. As per Phil’s orders to bring you to the surprise wedding, they were also told to keep it a secret. You looked at them warily, pulling back from them.

“Where’s Techno?” Paranoia itched at the back of your mind. What if the egg had gotten to these two? Your fingers run over where the faint red marks still were.

“We’re bringing you to him.” Niki explained, almost feeling hurt by you recoiling the way you did. You shook your head.

“I-I’m not going anywhere I don’t know without Techno. Why didn’t he come and get me himself?” Your anxiety was starting to get the best of you. Starting to back away from them, your fingers twitched for your trident. They pleaded with you, saying that they were leading you to a good place.

“You’re taking me somewhere good?” You deadpanned at them. “You realize that that is along the lines of what Bad told me too?” That was when it dawned on them, that you were truly frightened. They had been so excited for the wedding they hadn’t even thought about your trauma. But they were too late, you had booked it to the nearest lake. You broke the ice by slamming your foot down and you broke through, feeling the freezing water up to your waist you flew through the air and pearled toward the community portal, just like Techno showed you.

When you landed on the ground, you could hear their footfalls behind you. They called your name, and when you looked back at them you were gone. With the pearl having done its job, you run to the nether portal. Feeling that familiar queasy feeling as you enter the portal, you open your eyes to what could only be described as the depths of hell, you had walked these depths with Techno many times. Knowing that they would come through here, you started running. Nowhere was safe, the DreamSMP, your cabin, hell not even the nether that you were currently running through was safe from your enemies, you didn’t want to go back to the egg. You would go great lengths to make sure of that. Maybe you were overreacting? Maybe, but it was better than being wrong. The last time you had trusted someone so easily, you had almost lost everything. You were not about to risk it all again.

“HEH?!” Techno grit his teeth. Niki and Ranboo flinched at his outburst. He would apologize to them later for it. Without another word after they had told him you were in the nether, he walked away and through the nearest portal. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known this would have happened. He was proud that you could outrun Ranboo and Niki, but now you were missing and while he had confidence in you that you would be safe. He needed to find you.

He would track you down as if you were his prey. His piglin instincts would help him with that and being in the nether would only strengthen those instincts. This wasn’t Niki or Ranboo’s fault, but he knew he needed to be there for you. He set off in search of you in the nether.

His eyes flooded black once more as he started to look for you from the portal you had come through. He immediately caught your scent, and he ran as if his own life depended on it. You had taken so many twists and turns through the nether but no one that wasn’t a hybrid could find you. And while he was impressed for a moment about your hide and seek skills he was done, all he wanted was you in his arms. To confirm your safety.

All it took was a sniffle, and he had found you. You had found yourself a little nook in the netherrack.

“Darlin’?” He whispered when he saw you with your face buried in your knees. When you looked up and saw him you basically launched yourself into his arms. “I’m here, everything is alright. I’ve got you.” He kissed your forehead as he rocked you in a comforting manner.

“I was so scared Techno…” Your tears stained his shirt and he rubbed circles in your back.

“I know, I’m here now. I should have come for you myself.” He cooed in your ear.

“Why didn’t you?” You were shaking, and Techno would never forgive himself for doing this to you.

“I… Knew I wouldn’t have been able to keep the secret from you.” His embarrassed tone makes you sigh. You press your face into his chest. Techno gave you a few minutes to calm down and when you look up at him with your puffy red eyes, he kissed you. When the two of you part, you notice he’s not wearing his usual attire. He was wearing a red tailcoat adorned with black accents and golden buttons, a white undershirt, and regular black pants.

“What is this?” You smirk pinching the fabric of the tailcoat between your fingers. Techno couldn’t deny the blush creeping over his face.

“…Do you not like it?” He hesitated his eyes scanning over his clothes. You could only giggle at his reticence.

“I love it, it suits you well, I’m just wondering… Why?” You cocked your head at him, your stare meeting his.

“I think it would be better if I showed you,” He kept his hand on your lower back, as he led you through the nether. When he had to figure out where in the nether you two were, you could only tease him about being lost. But when he found a familiar landmark, he would boast about being the human GPS. You shook your head at him, giggling at him.

The two of you walked for a while, and the end of your journey in the nether ended in a lone nether portal staring back at the two of you.

“Are you ready?” His thumb ran over your knuckles in a comforting manner. You nodded and he led you into the purple light of the portal, you squeezed your eyes shut. When you disappeared from the nether you found yourself hearing the calm sounds of the ocean. Opening your eyes, you were out in the open, the trees above you shading the area around you. A nice cool breeze rolled around the two of you and you stepped from the portal.

Techno’s hand rested on your lower back once again as he guided you down a path, the area around you had been decorated with numerous flowers, and lanterns. You could hear voices from ahead and you cocked your head at the number of voices you heard. Suddenly, you were embarrassed about running off and you didn’t want to show yourself to so many people after all that. Techno nudged your shoulder with his telling you that it was going to be alright.

Techno guided you through the brush and when the sun hit you just right, you closed your eyes in order to not be blinded, when you opened your eyes you felt a blush spread upon your cheeks. There staring back at you, were the relieved faces of an entire group standing next to a bunch of chairs and tables.

Puffy, Niki, Ranboo, Tubbo, Phil, Foolish and Sam, had all cheered when they had seen you. You had even heard… A… Tiny pig squeal? One that hadn’t come from your hybrid of a fiancé, even he was looking around for the source of the sound.

“Heh?” Techno had easily found the culprit. “Ranboo what is this?” Techno motioned to both Tubbo and a baby zombie piglin. “First you bring government to our weddin’ and now you have a small child?” You could hear the amusement in his voice as clear as day, but the others didn’t know Techno the way you did, well, except for Phil. Ranboo’s eyes slid over to Tubbo, who was tending to the child.

“I’m Ranboo’s plus one and Michael is my plus one.” Tubbo didn’t miss a beat, his cheerful tone never faltering.

“I don’t think it works like that.” Ranboo stated his eyes shifting between Tubbo and Techno.

“Oh… I think it does.” Something in Tubbo’s tone changed, as his eyes met Ranboo’s, “You know just as well as I do, that we aren’t leaving him alone.” Tubbo’s words sounded almost threatening, not to Ranboo, but maybe to the other people who were around. Ranboo’s eyes scanned over Sam, who looked like he knew exactly what he had done, for a slight second. There was definitely history there, and you pull Techno back opting out of the conversation and offering your own up to him.

“Our wedding huh?” You raised your eyebrow at him, a smirk playing at your lips. “And you didn’t think to ask me for help on our own wedding?” Techno looked away pretending he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“This isn’t exactly a wedding,” Phil stepped forward. “This is more of a ritual between Piglins, when they find the one, they want to be bonded to for life. Did I get that right Techno?” You shifted your eyes to Techno, who nodded.

“I know you want a real wedding, and I don’t want to take that away from you.” Techno held you closer, “I want to be bonded with you in the terms of both Piglins and humans, and when everything is said and done, I will give you a real wedding.” Tears flooded your eyes and you clung to him as if he would just disappear. He cradled you in his arms, looking uncomfortable with all the onlookers around. It didn’t take too long to regain your composure as you still felt the eyes of the others on you. Niki was the next one to approach you.

“I’m so sorry about before.” She started, taking your hand in hers. Heat rose up your neck, and an embarrassed blush covered your cheeks. “I should have explained it better.” You didn’t have to say anything, you just gave her a hug. When you let her go was when you told her that it was okay and after a minute of talking, she pulled you away, to help you get dressed for the ceremony.

Techno watched Niki pull you away and he gave out a content sigh. His eyes landing on Phil. He strides over to Phil on the hill overlooking the ocean.

“Is everything done?” Phil picked up on the worry in Techno’s monotone voice.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it, mate.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder, the tenseness throughout Techno’s body never faltered. “I’m glad you found them. We were all worried for a second.” Techno looked behind him, so many faces, faces he didn’t expect to be here. They all talked among themselves. The one face he looked at the most, looked back at him curiously.

“Phil… What’s with the zombie piglin?” Techno turned back to Phil, who let out a laugh.

“Yeahhhh, that’s Michael. He’s their child. It’s a long story.” Phil waved his hand in the air, signifying that he would tell him later. Techno let out a grunt. The two of them had gone through a checklist for the ceremony. Not too long had passed and Niki had come back with you. Her handiwork on your clothes and your hair was immaculate, Techno stood there in place stunned, as his eyes scanned over you. He felt his legs step toward you before he could stop himself.

He made his way to you, taking your hands in his, his lips parting, but he couldn’t find the right words. Not that he had time to. A rustling in the bushes behind you had caught his attention, and he quickly pulled you behind him, only to be bombarded with a fox shrieking the word ‘party!’ Techno summoned forth his sword and pointed it toward the fox in the bush.

“Uhh,” Fundy nervously looked around his eyes landing on Niki. He put his hands up. “I’m Niki’s plus one?” Fundy gave a tiny shrug, his face emanating uneasiness. Techno sighed feeling you tug on his arm, he put his sword away and relaxed. You pulled him to you and giggled, as Niki pulled him away into the rest of the crowd shushing him along the way.

“Now that my grandson is here, late, might I add.” Phil emphasized the word late in Fundy’s direction, which made the fox hybrid shrink back. “How about we get started?” His gaze shifted back to you and Techno. Taking Techno’s arm, the both of you made your way to Phil, as everyone took their seats.

“Now…” Phil started, glancing down at a book as he spoke, “We are here to witness the bonding of these two, a Piglin and a human together.” Phil motioned to the both of you. “I will give them a moment to say anything that they would like to each other.” You felt your stomach flip. You hadn’t had time to prepare vows. Phil must have seen the look on your face. “This is piglin tradition to speak from the heart rather than a piece of paper, and silence is valid… the bond is enough to speak of your love.” Techno was the first to begin.

“Darlin’, I would follow you to the ends of the earth,” His hand cupped your cheek, “I will fight for you until my dying breath. I’ve always thought that, since the moment I knew I was in love with you. All I want in this life is to grow old with you... You are my world, and I wouldn’t change that for anything,” his hand falls to yours and he squeezes your hand in an encouraging way. You take a few seconds to think over your next words.

“Techno,” you gulped, feeling the weight of everyone staring at you. “I want to give you things you never knew you wanted in this life. I want to have adventures with you, find rare items with you. You are everything to me, my love, my best friend and more and I can’t wait to see what kind of life we will live together.” You breathe out a sigh, “I love you now, forever and always.” Phil read through the book for a few seconds.

“Now we will proceed with the ritual.” Phil turns around bringing forth a potted tree. “Where the both of you stand, you will plant this tree, as a reminder of where you stood on this day.” Phil hands Techno a netherite shovel, and he hands you the tree. “The two of you will bring a better life to this tree, allowing it to grow, instead of keeping it in its confines. You two will grow out of your own confines, as you two develop more of a relationship throughout your lives...” Phil’s eyes scan through more of the book. “The trunk will represent your relationship, while the roots, signifies your love and attachment to each other.” Techno dug the hole, and you plant the strange looking tree. This was one of the blue trees from the nether.

When the two of you stand up with the tree between you two. You both look over to Phil.

“When the two of you bare a child,” Phil’s eyebrows furrowed, he was having a hard time translating. “You may come back to this spot and use… crushed up bones to further the tree’s growth, to signify your lives, becoming more whole.” Phil turned the page. “If no child has been born, then the tree will age with you and become whole as you do, nevertheless.” Phil took a second to breathe.

“Now, that the tree has been planted, a blood offering must be made to the tree. Just a drop will do, and you must draw out techno’s blood, and he must draw your blood out.” Phil closed the book. His eyes scanning over the two of you. A health potion at the ready for the both of you.

You held your hand out for Techno to take and when he does his lips graze over your knuckles. Taking a small dagger, he initials a small T in the palm of your hand. Phil immediately douses your wound in the potion after your blood hits the blue leaves of the tree. You do the same to Techno’s hand, the scars of his initial forever on your hand, and your initial on his.

“You may now kiss.” Phil clasps his hands together, and you feel your body move around the tree to get to him. You kiss him fervently as you could hear the cheers from your audience, but all that mattered to you was Techno. His arms holding you to him, he breaks your kiss to lean his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed as he basked in this moment with you.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, smiles, good food, and dancing. But one image burned into Techno’s mind, and he, at first, didn’t know how to feel about it.

You sat down at a table with Fundy and Niki, the over-head lantern casting a warm glow on the three of you. A half full wine glass was tipped at your lips as you giggled at something that Fundy was saying to you. Techno had been talking with Phil at his own table, taking a momentary break from all the festivities of the night.

A small squeal could be heard as Tubbo was chasing around the tiny zombie piglin. The observers watched with amused expressions, and even laughed when the piglin tried to hide from Tubbo in plain sight. Techno sighed to himself, to become a zombie that young didn’t mean good things. His own thoughts started plaguing him. He started to withdraw back into his thoughts.

“You alright mate?” Phil noticed Techno’s eyes linger on Michael. Techno gave a slight nod, grunting in response. The child ran around, and he eventually made his way to you. His arms raising toward you, as he squealed.

“Aww, he wants up.” Ranboo took on a fatherly tone. You felt your lips upturn at Michael. His eye trained on you and it felt weird to have a zombie piglin actually interact with you instead of ignoring you. When Ranboo gave you permission, you picked up Michael and set him on your lap. You could hear a happy little oink emitting from him and you caught Techno’s eye.

He had been watching the entire encounter, he leaned on the table with his chin resting on his hand. It was something else seeing you interact with one of his kind, specifically a child. He knew you would be a good parent, but to actually see you play with and hold a piglin child… Even if it were a zombie… It took him off guard. Heat rose to his cheeks when you connected eyes with him, and he gave a small wave to you. He just watched you care for Michael as his parents fawned over the encounter.

Micheal tried reaching for your wine glass, and Tubbo and Ranboo scurried over and chided Michael, telling him that that wasn’t juice… Which made Michael want whatever was in the wineglass even more. Ranboo grabbed him from your lap and apologized profusely before taking Michael away to talk to him properly. Techno didn’t miss the smile you gave the child when he looked back toward you, not wanting to leave your lap.

When Michael had come back, he made his way toward Techno. But Tubbo was quick to stop him. His disdain for orphans was something everyone knew, but Techno had his reasons, and he knew this was why the two parents ushered Michael away from him.

“I think the little one is curious about you two.” Phil chuckled motioning toward Michael. “It must be weird seeing a half piglin, let alone one out in the overworld.” Techno nodded his eyes trained on you as you made your way over to him. You sat on his leg and leaned into him. You looked tired and tipsy from the alcohol.

“What are you two talking about over here?” You asked slightly slurring.

“Oh I was just asking Techno when you two were going to have a kid.” Phil laughed and Techno felt his eyes widen at Phil. Heat rose up to both yours and Techno’s faces and you stuttered on your own words.

“Not for a while if we do have any.” You gave an awkward laugh. Techno grunted in agreement, his eyes staring daggers into Phil, which caused him to laugh harder.

The night went on, you had helped Techno socialize with the others and when the end of the night rolled around you and Techno headed home. When the click of his front door was heard he kissed you, backing you up into the wall, his hand rested just next to your head. His eyes flooded black once more, as he broke your kiss and whispered in your ear.

“How does it feel to be mine?” He growled in your ear. You felt tiny shivers run down your body. He didn’t wait for an answer, he just grabbed you and slung you over his shoulder reveling in your surprised squeal, carrying you up to your shared bedroom.

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