#I hope once I've settled in completely and everything is done I will feel more motivated to draw again

[wattemeer]

“But someday you'll find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.”

#my art #haikyuu!! #kagehina #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #been a while ;_; #I'm in the process of moving atm #I hope once I've settled in completely and everything is done I will feel more motivated to draw again #I miss drawing #I hate this feeling like I'm wasting so much time that I could use to get better 😞 #anyway 😍 I will not give up

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Idol!Song Mingi x F!Reader TW : reader is an internatiol ATINY ; nationality unspecified ; pure angst ; long distance relationship ; arguing ; disastrous break up ; heartbreak ; it's just sad ; he's a little bit, slightly yandere ; Word Count : 8.0k A/N : Mingi angst!! Yay! Haven't written for ATEEZ in a good bit! This one is fun! I have full control and I love it! Time for some heartbreak!! This turned a little yandere... But I hope you still like it! Also, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm trying to write as much as I can! Request : Anonny : hi! I was wondering if you could do a mingi angst! I've been reading your angst fics and well just your gifs for like the past year and never had the courage to ask until now! I don't really have specifics and you could just do whatever you want with plot wise or something! I haven't thought about plot and stuff yet, just mingi angst 😭

The last fancall, it was kind of sad, but in a way, also relieving. They got to just relax after this call, they didn’t have to try to understand what an international fan was saying, not that it was a problem, but it was hard, although they’d never expect anyone to learn Korean just for them. They all loved talking to ATINY though, even if it were just a few, they got to personally get to know them for a minute or two, they got to joke with them, laugh with them, even playfully flirt with them. It was just nice to have some kind of interaction with the fans that brought them to where they were today. 

It was your first fancall, you weren’t even sure how you had gotten so lucky to be chosen, but you had been, and when you got the email you screamed so loud that your neighbor started banging on the walls. Something as small as a video call, but it was huge to you, it felt like a dream. Surely, anyone who wasn’t a fan of k-pop wouldn’t understand, they’d probably think you were crazy for getting so excited over something like this… But this just might be the closest you’d ever get to any of them, and it would most definitely be the only time you ever got to talk to them. 

You had done your hair and your makeup and you had changed your outfit about six times before settling on something more casual. It’s not like any of them would remember you anyway, and you weren’t even upset about that, you were just glad to be able to have this opportunity… an opportunity that had you so insanely flustered that you could barely even speak when Hongjoong showed up on your screen. 

How embarrassing it was to sit in front of your favorite idols, not all of them at once, but one by one, they all got to look at you and see you looking so absolutely enamored that they were in fact actual people. The most you could get out was a ‘hello’, and even that was kind of squeaky and they would laugh, which in turn would make you more shy. They were all so nice though, asking you what your favorite song was and who your bias is, even though you couldn’t seem to find your voice. You wondered if things like this happened often. 

Then you got to Mingi, who was last second to last in the lineup. He wasn’t exactly your bias, you didn’t really have one, they were all amazing and attractive in their own personal ways. But damn did he look good. If you were awestruck before, you were completely starstruck now, your eyes widening as you took in his perfect features and just… everything about him. 

“Oh my god…” You said, under your breath you had assumed, but he had to have heard you considering he turned around and looked behind him before looking back at the camera to smile and wave at you. “Hi…” His turn was slightly different, it made you feel different. The other guys had simply looked at you, but it felt like Mingi was really looking at you. What did he see? Did you have something in your teeth? Was your hair messed up? You felt shy, like you were standing right in front of your crush. It was crazy. 

“You ever been to Korea?” He asked, and it was so blunt, but he had this cheeky smile on his face that both eased your nerves and somehow had them going haywire at the same time. You giggled nervously and shook your head no. “You should come, it’s nice here. A lot of pretty girls, you’ll fit right in.” He… He just called you pretty? Was this fan service? It had to be! He was just really really good at it. “Do you have a boyfriend?” None of the other guys had asked you these types of questions, why were things getting so personal? Why didn’t you seem to mind it when it was coming from him? You shook your head no once again. “Good. I’m your boyfriend now. Okay?” 

It probably wasn’t a good time to take a sip of water, not that you had expected him to say something like that, but you spit it out all over your desk, completely in shock at the words that you had just heard him say. There was no way he was being serious right now. His fan service was immaculate. “Oh…Okay!” You stammered out, and you wondered how long this would go on. He had surely passed up the timer. 

“My turn now!!” You heard Wooyoung shout from beside him, and Mingi groaned loudly as his bottom lip jutted out. “I’m gonna steal your girlfriend, deal with it.” He teased, and you let out a small sigh. It was just fan service. You felt kind of foolish for momentarily getting worked up over something that he probably said to 20 other people today. 

“I’ll see you again, yeah?” He asked, his words coming out rushed, and what the hell were you supposed to do? Say no?! You obviously wanted to see him again, that would be awesome, but the chances of you winning a fan call raffle twice were so low, you would be crazy to think that you’d ever have a moment like this again. 

“Yeah… Yeah, you will.” You said, because even though you knew he was just very skilled in acting, you might as well play along with it. For a few short seconds, you had been Song Mingis girlfriend… And now that you had moved to a call with Wooyoung… All you could think about Mingi and his words and the way he looked at you. It drove you crazy… He drove you crazy. He had just become your ultimate bias though!

///

“I’m not gonna be able to go to the Ateez concert.” Your friend mumbled, and part of you, the more selfish part of you, was partially glad that she wasn’t able to go. She had flaunted the fact that she got front row tickets and you hadn’t been able to get even a back seat, they were sold out before payday. “Stupid fucking job, not giving me a day off. I requested it too!” 

“That’s bullshit.” You shook your head, trying your best to sympathize with her, but all you could selfishly think was that if you weren’t lucky enough to go, she shouldn’t be lucky enough to go either. “Are you going to sell the ticket? You could get some good profit considering it’s a front row seat.” You quizzed, but the way she was looking at you made you quite uneasy. It looked like she was planning something… or at least thinking of something, and you didn’t know if it was malicious or something else completely. She was hard to read. 

Long, manicured nails tapped against the table top, the sound putting you even more on edge, and then she sighed. “I know that your birthday is coming up, and… well I’m poor because I bought this damn ticket so…” Her shoulders shrugged, but there was a slight, tight lipped smile spreading across her face. “I’m just gonna give it to you. Happy early birthday! Yay! Tell Yuno I love him so much.” 

Your jaw might as well have been on the floor. Was fate really giving you a good hand this year? Was this all that good karma you had earned from being a wonderful citizen in society? “Holy shit… No way! Are you being serious right now?” You just had to be sure. There was no way someone would just give up a front row ticket, especially not for free, even if it were your best friend. There had to be some kind of clause. 

“Yes, I’m serious. Now, accept it before I change my mind and just skip work that day. I would have done that anyway if I didn’t have to pay rent.” She rolled her eyes and sunk down in her seat. “Take as many pictures and videos as you can… for me. Please! That’s all I’m asking for.” You nodded your head firmly, shit, that was the easiest thing you’d have to do. “He’ll probably look so good… Maybe…” 

“No take backs!” You blurted out, your finger waving back and forth as you stared at her, and you hoped that she thought you were just goofing around and that your expression didn’t let on just how panicked you felt just by her words. “I will facetime you just so you feel like you’re actually there… Okay?” She was sulking, as anyone would be, you knew damn well that you would be if you were in the same position as her. 

“Just have fun… And make a big sign, you have to get at least one of them to notice you, especially since you’re front row. Take advantage of those seats, bitch.” She teased, reaching her hands across the table to grab yours as she let out a little squeal, kicking her feet and acting as if she were still the one going. Maybe she was just trying to hype you up. “I gave you the best birthday gift, nobody can top me, they shouldn’t even try.” 

“They should definitely still try though… I mean… I like getting things.” She snorted loudly, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with her. She was absolutely crazy and you absolutely adored her. A world without her as your best friend would be dull and boring and you didn’t even want to think about how sad it would be. You would have the best time of your life at that concert, and you’d do it for her. 

///

Picking out an outfit for something like a concert was much harder than picking out an outfit for a video call. This was important, especially since you were going to be in the front row. One of them - hopefully Mingi - would look directly at you at some point. You couldn’t just be casual about it, you had to draw attention to yourself, you had to make sure that you were noticed. This decision felt more crucial than anything else in your life, and that seems quite absurd, but these guys had been the subjects of all your dreams and daydreams, you at least wanted to look good in front of them. 

You had only been to one other concert in your entire life, and it was back during middle school for an indie group when you were going through your “emo” phase. This was bigger than that, you could already tell as you pulled up to the arena and saw the people pouring into the entrance. Your heart was hammering in your chest, it was crazy, you had even gotten there 2 hours early to try to make things easier on yourself but the crowd was already massive. 

The lightstick in your hand was already shaking, but only because of your nerves, but you knew that you couldn’t just sit in the back of the Uber forever, so you climbed out, taking a deep breath before heading into the building. It was somehow more packed inside than it was even outside and it was so insanely congested that it felt more like a train station than an arena for a concert. Did all concert venues look like this or was it just because ATEEZ was performing? 

Since you were front row, you got to go in and watch them warm up… funnily enough, you felt you might miss it considering you didn’t have a single idea where the hell you were going. You were trying your best to navigate through this cluster of people that were just as excited as you were, and you wished that you had someone to help walk you through this whole thing. It was so loud and you were being bumped into, and while they apologized for it, it didn’t make you any less anxious. 

By the time you finally made it in the arena, you were just exhausted. The big sign that you had made and brought along with you had miraculously made it through all of it unscathed, but you were drained. You dropped down into your seat, hoping that your hair and your outfit had survived as well as the sign, but there was no mirror and you didn’t want to risk getting lost on your way to or from the bathroom, so you just had to rely on that hope that you still looked as good as you did when you left the house. 

It felt like you hadn’t even had enough time to really catch your breath or cool off before the guys were walking out on stage. Everyone around you was screaming, but you were so enamored by the sight of them, literally right in front of you, that your mouth was hanging open but no sound was coming out. You had really thought that the video call was the most amazing thing, but now, you were sure that you were wrong. They were legitimately real, they were right in front of you. “Holy shit…” You mumbled to yourself, and for some reason, even though there were still a pretty good amount of people around you, you were self conscious, you were shy, you were nervous. 

They came to the edge of the stage, one by one, and they all walked by and finished hand hearts that other people were making and stayed still long enough to be in selfies with certain people, none of them really stopped for longer than a minute tops… No one, other than Mingi. 

Oh, Mingi… Who had managed to make your heart flutter through a simple video call, he made you feel like you were going crazy… Surely he wouldn’t remember you though. But why… Why did he full stop on your side of the stage? Why did he kneel down in front of you, his eyes locking with yours as his head tilted to the side? Gosh, he was adorable. There was no way that he would notice you after the couple months that had passed. The video call hadn’t lasted long enough for your face to be saved in his memory. Had it? 

The chants of the people beside you seemed to pull him out of whatever trance he was in, and he quickly stood up and scurried along the stage, but it didn’t go unnoticed that he continued to look back at you, his eyes narrowing as if in deep thought. Did he remember you? 

Soon enough they were off the stage and the rest of the stadium began to fill. The noise was much worse inside the arena, the sound just echoing off the walls and filling your ears, and you wondered how people could handle it constantly. You were sure that you’d have a major headache once you got out of there. The sudden influx of people and the growing excitement of the show that was about to begin had taken your mind off of the slightly strange interaction from before. You shouldn’t think so hard about those things, it was foolish and you didn’t want to be delusional. 

As the show started, the screams that you had originally thought to be loud seemed to multiply tenfold and your ears were already ringing. Of course, you had a seat right next to the speaker. Would your eardrums even make it through the night? Were there enough ibuprofen in the world to soothe the awful ache in your head once you got back home? 

It didn’t matter now, you just wanted to enjoy the show. You were here to enjoy the concert, to live the experience… But also, not forget to get enough video footage of Yunho to thank your friend for the ticket. This was something that you wouldn’t be able to do again, at least for a long time. Screw the headache, you should enjoy it while it lasts, and that’s exactly what you were going to do. 

///

“I swear, I think that’s her in the front row.” Mingi said backstage after the warmups. The guys all stared at him like he was crazy, but he knew that he wasn’t. He knew your face, he knew your eyes, they had filled his dreams every night… They thought he was crazy for that too. “I’m so serious right now. I wouldn’t say it’s her if it wasn’t.” 

Wooyoung snorted, but patted Mingi on the back as he walked by. “Maybe you’re the delusional one. Spotting your dream girl out in the crowd. That’s crazy. Come on, we have to get ready. Get your head out of your ass.” Mingi pouted as he walked over to the stylist and dropped down into his seat beside Hongjoong. 

“I’m being so serious right now. You believe me, right? I mean… You saw her in the call. You know what she looks like. That was her out in the crowd… Right?” Mingi asked, trying to keep his voice down so that Wooyoung wouldn’t come over and completely crush his dreams and rain on his parade. Hongjoong chewed on his bottom lip, looking at Mingi through the mirrors that were in front of them. “You… You believe me… Don’t you?” 

Hongjoong sighed, turning to Mingi with a slight pout. “I didn’t… But if you really believe you saw her, I’m happy for you. I’m not going to tell you that you’re crazy.” He pushed himself up off of his chair and stretched, preparing himself for the show that he was about to put on for all the fans. “It’s almost time to go out there…” 

“Yeah! Maybe you’ll see your girlfriend!” Wooyoung chimed in, seemingly coming from out of nowhere. “It’s okay to be delusional, bud. I’m not judging you for it.” Although it seemed like he was judging him a lot for it, Mingi tried to avoid the teasing and focus more on the fact that he was about to head out on stage in less than five minutes. 

He was so nervous though, not for the reasons that most would think though. Being up on stage in front of thousands of people wasn’t the issue, it was being up on stage in front of you. What were the chances of you winning a fancall and being at a show too? It’s like the universe was trying to bring the both of you together. He truly believed that. He couldn’t think of any other reason for those two things to happen. Especially with you being right in front… Front row seats, like he was meant to see you. It wasn’t a coincidence, it couldn’t be, and he knew that it was you. Your face was unforgettable to him. He daydreamt about it every day, he would have dreams of you every night. He couldn’t get you out of his head. 

///

The speakers in front of you send vibrations through the air around you, you could feel it in your muscles, in your bones. The entire arena went dark for a moment, and then you heard the crowd roar as they walked out. You had already seen them once during their warm up, but it was like the first time again, your breath held in your lungs as they walked out, the music crescendoing the closer they got to the edge of the stage. 

It felt like when you ride a rollercoaster, the slow climb to the top of the hill, and you knew that the edge was coming soon, that feeling of falling, excitement and fear all in one… But this time there was no fear, it was just the strange tingly feeling in your stomach, that last breath of air before you’d let it all out in one loud scream. 

Building and building, their bodies like shadows in the darkness, and then with one click the spotlights turned on and they were illuminated, the bright lights shining on each and every one of them, but you were only looking specifically at one. An audible gasp left your lips as you seemed to once again lock eyes with Mingi.

Your hands shook as you held up the sign that you had made, feeling quite foolish now as it was hoisted above your head. “Call Me Mingi”, with your phone number written neatly at the bottom. It was a joke, one that your friend had laughed about right alongside you as she added the glitter to the glue hearts that had been neatly placed along the board. 

It was crazy, you and your friend both agreed to that, but it was probably a good switch up from the typical signs that asked the idols to marry them. What was even crazier though was when Mingi pulled out his phone, aiming it in your direction and snapped a quick photo. You couldn’t be delusional, being delusional wasn’t good for your heart or your mind, but you also couldn’t help but think that maybe he took the photo so that he could check back on the sign… So that he could call you… 

The rest of the concert felt more like a blur, stuck in your own mind thinking about what Mingi could have wanted that picture for. You didn’t see any of the other guys taking pictures of the crowd… Or maybe you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice if they did. You couldn’t stop thinking about it though, and before you knew it, the concert was over and you couldn’t even remember the setlist or the last song they played before the main lights in the arena turned back on and everyone began filing out. 

Your friend was going to kill you, you hadn’t gotten a single video of Yunho for her. You honestly were quite pissed at yourself as well. This is why delusions aren’t good at all. You missed the whole concert, one that you most likely were never going to be able to experience ever again, because you were too busy thinking about whether Song Mingi, a literal idol, would make the time to call someone like you. 

///

“You didn’t get a single video of Yunho!? Oh my god!” Your friend whined as you laid in bed, your phone next to your head, not even on speaker, but her voice was loud enough that it didn’t need to be. “Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t go to the concert. I can’t afford to be a delulu as your ass.” 

“I’m sorry!” You mumbled, throwing your hands over your face and letting out a loud groan. “I just… I’m not even thinking about him calling my number at this point. I just don’t want him to post a picture of it online and have a bunch of people trying to call me or text me, you know?” You explained, finally getting over your delusions and moving onto a safer, yet still highly panic inducing train of thought. 

“Oh! Your phone is going to be blowing up! You’ll finally be super popular!” Your friend teased, snorting loudly as she said it, but you could only muster a slightly annoyed shut up in response before your phone started vibrating. “It begins! Maybe he did post it!” 

“Oh hell no! I’ll call you back!” You said quickly, ending the call with your friend to quickly answer the incoming call. “Look. I don’t know where you got my number, but if it’s from where I think it is, I will not tolerate unsolicited calls. This is harassment.” 

“Oh…” The voice on the other end was quite timid, but you could tell it was a guy. He sounded kind of nervous, and although all of you wanted to believe who you thought it was, you didn’t want to go down that road again, at least not tonight. “But your number was on the sign… I thought you wanted the phone call.” 

“The sign was a joke!” You explained exasperatedly, kicking your legs like a toddler in the store who was throwing a temper tantrum. You surely didn’t want to deal with this right now. “Unless you are Song Mingi, I’d advise you to hang up the phone and find someone else to bother this late at night.” 

There was a chuckle, although the sound was slightly muffled, but it was extremely agitating that someone found this funny. As if harassment was something comical nowadays. “So I shouldn’t hang up the phone then… Right?” You scoffed loudly, finally getting up from your bed and pacing around your room, something that you often did when you were just too annoyed to sit still. 

“Look, this isn’t funny. If you’re doing this to mess with me, I’m sure you’ve already had your fun. I’m trying to get some sleep, I’m exhausted. It would be really cool of you to not fuck with people like this.” The words came out in huffed breaths, you were beyond pissed, not just at whoever this person was, but at yourself for being stupid enough to put your number out so publicly just on the small chance that someone like Song Mingi would actually dial your number. 

A soft hum, and then your phone started vibrating again, this time an invite to a video call that you surely weren’t up to accepting. You let it continue ringing until it ended, and you thought that it would be a one and done type of thing, but then it started vibrating again. “Just for a second, you don’t even have to be on the camera, I just want to show you something.” 

You didn’t exactly mean to laugh as loudly as you did, but you had heard that line one too many times in your lifetime to trust it. “Look bud, I don’t want to see a live action shot of your dick and balls. I wasn’t born yesterday.” You snarkily shot back, and the audible gasp that came through your speaker had it crackling slightly. 

“Who did that to you? That’s disgusting… Hold up. We don’t have to call. I’ll just… Send you a selfie real quick. Not of my dick and balls.” Were you so annoyed that you were laughing, or did you actually find him funny? You weren’t sure, but regardless of what it was, you laughed at his little quip, your hand moving over your mouth so that the guy didn’t think he was actually getting anywhere right now. 

Your phone buzzed in your hand once again, and luckily it was only once, but when you went to your texts, you were met with a selfie of the guy that was on the other end of the line… The guy that the sign had been made for. “I call bullshit!” You blurted out, because there was no way in hell your little glitter bomb sign would have worked. You just couldn’t fathom it.

“Reverse image search it then. It doesn’t exist anywhere else than in your messages.” He said rather bluntly, quite cockily too. Now that you were really listening to his voice though, you couldn’t deny that it sounded all too familiar to the voice you heard at the concert, and not just that, but the voice you had heard in your phone before when you had won the fancall. You were stunned into silence, you didn’t know what to say or what to do next, and he could tell. “You believe me now?” 

“Mmhm…” Was all you could mutter, because what else were you supposed to say? How were you supposed to think of anything coherent when you were currently in a very real, very one on one call with Song Mingi… Or was it one on one? Did his managers know about this call? Were they just standing around him listening to every word you and him say? Did they freak out when he sent the selfie to you? 

“So… I’m going to be here… Close to you… For another two days…” What was he hinting at? Ain’t no way he was hinting at what you thought he was… right? “If you want to meet up for lunch or dinner… or something…” Holy shit he was. “I know that this is crazy, I just needed to be sure…” 

“Sure of what?” You asked, and your heart felt like a freight train, speeding straight to your ribcage and you were sure it was going to shoot out in a matter of seconds. 

“I… I need to be sure that I do actually like you…” 

///

Two days wasn’t enough, but in a sense, it was for him. It felt like a dream when he finally met up with you, even though he had to practically disguise himself from the public, it felt nice to just be able to sit across from you for lunch and talk to you. It didn’t take long for him to be 100… No… 500% sure that you were the woman that he wanted to be with. Love worked in crazy ways, but he trusted it, because the odds of everything lining up so perfectly to get to this moment… It was fate, it had to be. 

The way your body froze for a second before melting against his when he so suddenly pressed his lips to yours. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it felt right, and he needed to kiss you now because he knew that the moment wouldn’t come again for a long time. It wasn’t supposed to lead to anything more, it wasn’t what he had planned, but before either of you could really think twice, you were falling back onto the hotel mattress and he was falling on top of you. 

In that moment, it was like his heart grew ten times bigger, and laying beside you, your hair carelessly clinging to your sweat covered forehead as you dozed peacefully beside him… Love wasn’t hard to find, the world was just waiting to bring the one you were supposed to love to you. That’s how he felt, and he believed it wholeheartedly. How could he not when he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper in love with you with every soft breath that escaped your lips. 

To live in that moment forever, both bodies hidden underneath wrinkled sheets, his feet hanging out from the end of the blanket, your arm draped lazily over his bare chest. Could you feel his heart beating beneath his skin? It seemed like now it was only beating for you. He saw his future flash before his eyes, mornings like this, every morning like this, just waking up beside you, being able to see your beautiful face as soon as he opened his eyes. What a wonderful future it would be to spend it with you. 

Falling in love was easy when it was with you, but it was hard… It was hard because he knew he couldn’t stay with you, at least not in person. He had to go back to Korea, he had to finish the rest of the tour. His heart felt like it was connected to yours entirely, and having to leave you behind was going to be painful… But it would work. He’d make it work, solely because he couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. 

“I wish I could take you with me…” He whispered, and while he knew that that wish couldn’t be granted, not yet at least, he had been able to swindle security to pick you up just so that he could ride with you to the airport, so that he’d be able to see you one last time before he had to go. “I’ll message you… I’ll call you every day.” 

“What if you get bored?” You practically whimpered, and his heart cracked at the question. How could he ever get bored of you? He had spent months before the concert just thinking about you before he even knew where you lived or what you were truly like. He had been loyal to the singular thought of you. There was no way that he’d give up so easily when he finally had you and was able to call you his. 

“I’d never get bored, baby. I’ll wait, always… Until we can be together.” He reassured you, his hands cupping your cheeks gently as he wiped away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I’ll start crying and then I won’t be able to get out of the car because I won’t want to leave you…” He kissed your forehead, and then the tip of your nose before leaning back and giving you a smile that had his eyes disappearing momentarily. It was your favorite smile, you had told him multiple times, and it always seemed to cheer you up. 

“I’m sorry…” You sniffled, leaning forward and resting your head against his chest. Could you hear his heart now, could you hear how fast it was beating for you? “You should go now… I don’t want you to miss your flight.” The words sounded choked out, and he would have said more, but he knew that his words would come out the same way. 

For some people, two days wasn’t even enough to be acquaintances, but for him, two days was enough for him to feel like his heart belonged to you completely. You were his soulmate, his everything, without a doubt… He wouldn’t even look at another woman, he wouldn’t be able to look at anything without somehow finding a way to see you in whatever it was. He loved you with every ounce, every fiber of his being. 

“I’ll… I’ll try to make a stop here after the tour… I’ll visit you again… Before I go back to Korea… Okay?” He held out his pinky to lock with yours, twisting his hand and pressing his and your thumbs together. “Wait for me… Always wait for me, okay?” You nodded your head quickly, your nose scrunched up in the most adorable way as the tears continued to fall down your cheeks. With one last kiss, he was moving away, closer to the door. He hated goodbyes. “Get her home safe, okay… Please.” He told the driver who simply nodded, and then he was gone. 

The windows were tinted, and although he knew that you could see him constantly looking back at you through the windows, he couldn’t see you at all. The last image of you that he held in his mind was your tear stained cheeks and the expression of sadness as he let go of your finger and your hand dropped back down to your lap. He wished he could take you with him, but life just wouldn’t allow that… Not right now at least. 

///

For a good amount of time, you both kept in touch with each other frequently. Hell, you even had your first argument as soon as he got back to Korea because he pinky promised that he’d come visit you before he left, but he didn’t. It was quickly solved though, because one of the main things the two of you had going for the relationship was communication. He promised that when he had free time he would come visit you for a week, and you held onto that promise just as you had held onto the one from before. 

You would talk about how your day was, all the little things that happened, regardless of time difference or schedules, you both always found a way to keep in contact. For months your nights would end with video calls from him, and his nights would end with video calls from you. Everything was perfect, he truly felt that way. 

But soon the messages came in less often, it seemed like you were always busy doing something when he wanted to talk. He’d call you at night and you wouldn’t answer, always miraculously not having your phone with you or on when the call would come in. He didn’t understand it, and when he went to one of the other members to talk, he didn’t want to hear what they had to say either. 

There was no way that you were getting tired of him. You couldn’t be getting bored… Because he promised you that he wouldn’t get bored. It would be hypocritical for you to ask him if he’d get bored of you and then… then get bored of him. 

The thought stuck with him though, and while that would usually make most people give up, it just made him try harder. He messaged you as much as he could, he sent you constant pictures, he tried to call you whenever he knew you’d be on a lunch break or when you’d usually get off work. Your responses were always so dry though. Were you trying to get rid of him? Had he done something wrong? He was doing his best, it’s not like he enjoyed being so far away from you. It had only been 3 months… He was willing to wait forever to be with you… Why couldn't you do the same for him? 

“Hey baby, how did you sleep?” Nowadays he felt nervous when he texted you. He didn’t know whether he’d get a one word reply or no reply at all. It felt pathetic that the days he’d get the one word replies were his favorite, but you had been leaving him on read so often now that even the smallest response felt like a win to him. 

“I think we should talk…” A five word reply, and while the words didn’t sit right with him and they made his stomach do flips, it was nice. It was nice to think that you wanted to talk to him, regardless of what it was about. 

“Yeah sure! I’m down to talk, do you want to call? I haven’t seen you in a while. I miss you!” 

“No calling… It’ll just make this harder.” Make what harder? What were you going to say that could possibly be so hard? You weren’t… leaving him… were you? You couldn’t be… He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was devoted to you, he was loyal to you in every way. You weren’t just going to give up on him that easily… Were you? 

“Well, whatever it is that you have to say, I want you to know that I love you. I can’t wait to see you again!” Maybe that text would make you rethink whatever it was that you were about to send. If you knew that he loved you, although he did tell you every single day, maybe you’d realize that whatever you were planning on doing wasn’t the right thing to do. 

“Mingi… I can’t keep this up. I… found someone else…” 

“No you didn’t… No you didn’t!” He was already crying even though he wanted his mind to just forget that he had even read that text. “You love me! Don’t you love me?!” You had to love him… Why else would you have been so sad in the car when he went to the airport? “Is this because I couldn’t visit you after the tour was over? I’m sorry! I’ll come visit you! I’ll buy a plane ticket right now!” 

“It’s not that… I need someone that’s here with me. I don’t just want to keep repeating the same conversations every single day. The schedule differences and… Everything is stacked up against us… We weren’t going to work.” 

How could you say something like that? He was doing everything he possibly could to make it work. He was the one putting in all the effort. He was the one staying up later than he should just to be able to call you and message you when you were free. “No… You just didn’t want it to work… I still do!” His fingers moved like lightning across his screen, his eyes blurred with the tears that he was trying so hard to hold back. “You can’t decide something like that.. If you would have talked to me… We could have made it work.” 

Did you know that you were killing him, that you were breaking his heart? Would you take the words back if he told you? “I don’t want to argue with you… I just wanted you to know…” Were you as nonchalant as your texts made it seem you were? You really didn’t care… But maybe… Maybe if he gave you some time… A bit of time you’d come to realize that you did love him. He won’t message you… He’ll let it simmer… Maybe you’ll end up missing him and messaging him first. 

So he waited, and days turned into weeks, and he thought he’d be able to wait a month, but then you started posting on Instagram. You looked so happy in your pictures, you looked absolutely gorgeous, and the smile that you were wearing was the same one you had given him during those two days he got to be with you. He swiped through, and he was fine… Maybe not as fine as he wanted to be, but he was fine with seeing the pictures of just you. It brought back happier memories of when he was able to actually be with you. Then he got to the last picture, the guy that you were currently with, he assumed, his arms around you and his lips planted to your cheek. 

As if your words hadn’t been enough to have his heart breaking in two, the pictures felt like you were purposely throwing it in his face that he couldn’t be with you, that he couldn’t make you happy. He couldn’t stand seeing it, he was pissed, he was devastated, he wanted to lash out and he wanted to cry. Why were you doing this to him? What had he done? 

There wasn’t a single thought in his mind as he closed the instagram app and went to kakao, not even bothering to text you before his thumb slammed down on the call button. He didn’t care if you answered the first time, he’d just keep calling until you did, and that’s exactly what he had to do. It took 6 times for your exasperated breath to come through the speaker when you finally answered, but he wasn’t going to give you any time to complain. 

“Did you post it to piss me off or upset me? Because you did both! I guess you’re really winning now, aren’t you? You got to break up with a k-pop idol and break his heart! Good for you!” Right off the bat he was ranting, and maybe he sounded a little bit psychotic, maybe he sounded just slightly obsessed, but when you’re in love with someone, isn’t that how it should be? 

The sound of a man talking in the background had Mingis ears perking up. Were you with the guy still? Oh, how he wished the guy would get on the phone, he’d love to have a word with him. “You’re being ridiculous. I had a clear, logical reason to break up with you. I didn’t do it to hurt you or piss you off. I just wanted to be happy.” How could you sound so sad when you were the one that left him. He didn’t do this! You did! 

“What about my happiness?!” He screeched, running his hand through his hair. He had become aware of the rest of the guys all coming into the room to check on him, but he didn’t care enough to stop. You were going to listen to what he had to say, and those that decided to stick around would have to listen to it too. “You gave up on everything… You’re so selfish! And you weren’t even going to tell me!” 

“I was going to tell you!” You shouted back, and for some reason, it made him kind of excited to hear you fighting back. Something about hearing you get emotional over his words… It had butterflies swarming his stomach. “I didn’t even have time to fully think about how I was going to tell you, but you kept fucking messaging me and-” 

“Of course I kept messaging you! You were my girlfriend and I hadn’t heard from you! Don’t try to act like I’m the bad guy when you’re the one who was practically cheating on me!” While he was angry, he was also struggling to keep from laughing. It would probably sound a bit maniacal to start laughing right now though, and that’s the last thing he wanted. He just found it so cute, the way you were swearing and breathing so heavily, he could almost perfectly envision your face right now. 

You huffed loudly, and the sound was so beautiful to him. Maybe it was just the fact that you hadn’t hung up yet… You were still making time out of your day that you were spending with your boyfriend to focus on him. “I don’t know why you’re being such an asshole right now… I didn’t do anything to you. I never cheated on you… We… What we had… It couldn’t even be considered dating… We were only together for two days…” 

Now he was laughing though, his head falling back as the sound built in his chest. “Yeah okay! Let’s just hope that your boyfriend doesn’t have to go out of town or leave the country for more than a week. You might replace him too!” He shot back and he could almost hear the eye roll from your end. “Maybe you’re not actually meant for relationships, you just want someone to physically dote upon you daily. Sorry I couldn’t fit your selfish needs into my already busy schedule.” 

A small sniffle and the shuffling of fabric, maybe you were wiping your tears or maybe your wonderful boyfriend had come over to wipe them for you. “You’re being unnecessarily mean to me right now…” You whispered, sniffling again before swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry that you’re hung up… And I’m sorry that my happiness is upsetting you. I’m not asking you to stick around though… I’m not forcing you to. You don’t have to stalk my life… You can unfollow me.” 

Of course he wasn’t going to do that. He couldn’t imagine not seeing you on his feed when he opened Instagram, or not having your messages to look back on when he missed you too much. “You’re happiness won’t last long… You’re too selfish to be truly happy with anyone. The first time you can’t get exactly what you want, you give up. Have fun with that.” 

“I-” He quickly hung up, and it was only then that it sank in what he had done… And a wide smile spread across his face. He’d be kicking his feet if they weren’t touching the floor over the edge of the bed. The call only lasted 20 minutes tops, but hearing your voice that long… It was amazing, it made his heart beat a mile a minute and that familiar warm and fuzzy feeling washed over him. 

“Dude… What the fuck?” Wooyoung finally spoke up, concern masking the man's features as he stared at Mingi on the bed. No one had ever heard him talk like that before, and truthfully, he looked and was acting like a complete psychopath right now. “Who was that? What’s going on right now?” 

“I found a way to talk to her…” Mingi said, his chest rising and falling heavily as he let himself drop back onto the bed. He was happy, the happiest he’s been in weeks. “She’ll keep talking if we argue… I just have to keep arguing with her… Then she’ll come back to me. She’ll realize how much she misses me… This’ll work. I know it will.”

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[edensbuttercups]

Thank you - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a pretty long time, but finally it has been completed and I'm not too mad about it, which I deem a success. I've been trying to keep busy and write more, so if there's any requests, ideas, thoughts, anything really, I'm more than glad to read about them and discuss them or write about them ♡

(Also can you tell I suck at titles? Because I can)

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He sat on the edge of the sofa, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, sighing in disbelief at his realisation. He had lost them. His dad’s sunglasses. Gone. He looked everywhere, from the bedroom, to his jacket, his car, everywhere. He looked in each room, and the most he had found was some coins that had slipped into the kitchen drawer and some receipts that had been lying in one of his jackets for way too long.  

It felt stupid for one moment, clinging on to an object that meant so little to so many people, but that was one of the things that made him feel the most at home. Even in his rarer moments of fear, the way the world assumed a tinted colour while he wore them comforted him enough to push on, making him feel closer to everything that he had lost. His fingers shook as he took a steady breath, standing up once again and looking around the room. Trying to retrace each step of the previous day, he stood dumbfounded when he realised that he had no clue when he last even had them on. He felt his chest tighten at the realisation, and this somehow felt worse than what he had gone through on that goddamn mission. This felt worse, and he couldn’t breathe, and all he could do was close his eyes and go back to last evening, hoping, really hoping that he could somehow retrace his steps.

“Over here!” you waved your hand over your head in an almost theatrical way, catching his attention from just outside the Hard Deck. You had agreed on meeting here as soon as he was done, and both of you had found a way to finish just a little ahead of schedule, wanting to spend some quality time after a few days of barely seeing each other because of work. He beamed when he saw you in that dress, one of his favourites, and ran the rest of the way, opening his arms wide to catch you in a hug and spin you around. His lips peppered soft kisses along your cheeks before settling for your lips, pulling you closer, not fully intending on letting you go. “Babe, we should go.” You tried to interject, loving the tickling sensation his moustache offered but painfully aware of how close the time was to inching to your reservation. “I told them 8pm sharp. And it’s-“ “7:39, honey. I know what I’m doing.” He cracked a smile and winked at you, his sunglasses slipping lower as he did, gracing you with the sight of his hazel eyes. “You know I don’t like being late.” “It’s a 5 minute drive from here and the Bronco is ready for us.” “But what if-“ "Most people will be here tonight.” He pointed behind you, reading the small sign that Penny had put up. Fridays: Karaoke night. All of the aviators had been challenging each other for the past month, choosing the cheesiest songs they could and making Fridays their night, singing their hearts out and enjoying the time together. And yet Rooster would rather have you to himself than humiliate Hangman at Karaoke.

The restaurant was basically empty and you were basically on time (with a whopping three minutes to spare, because yes, you had arrived early, but you also ended up in each other’s arms for some time, whispering sweet nothings and sharing kisses before finally leaving the car), and the waiter so kindly showed you your table, the view of the sea and the soft crashing of the waves in the distance lulling you into a comfortable silence. You ordered and talked for most of the evening, catching up on what had happened in the past few days, laughing at how into his storytelling Bradley got, gesturing around as he spoke.  Once you recovered from your laughter you peaked down, seeing the small thing you had gotten earlier today for Bradley, smiling when you remembered about it.  “You know, I was forgetting actually but… I got you something.” He laughed, raising his hands and insisting that you didn’t have to get him anything. “It’s a date, no gifts needed.” “I know, but I saw this and it reminded me of you.”  You reached down for your bag and pulled the shirt up, smiling as he reached over to grab it, unfolding it to inspect it. It was simple, yet way more colourful than his favourite beige Hawaiian shirt. This one was dark blue and scattered with birds and flowers, some of the threads of gold, the material light and breezy, perfect for a summer evening. You watched as his eyes crinkled in adoration, absolutely adoring your choice. He peeled the shirt he was currently wearing and slipped the new one on. “It’s so elegant.” “You’re the only one that could call a Hawaiian shirt elegant, Roos.” “No, but come on, it’s fancy!” “It is fancy.” You laughed, seeing his excitement. “I love it.” “I’m happy you do.” you replied, your smile growing. “I love you.” he muttered, leaning over the table to kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek, feeling your smile at the gesture before reaching down to take his shirt off, substituting it with his new one, the colours making his skin glow. 

“Honey, I’m home!” You joked from the door, walking into your house and coming to a halt when you saw Rooster standing in the middle of the living room, eyes scrunched up in concentration as he looked ahead, not yet aware of your presence. “Baby?” You walked over and shook him lightly, worried when his eyes found yours and one of the tears slipped from his eyes, his breathing picking up once more and inching towards frantic, the air escaping his lungs faster than he could take more in. “Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me.” “My glasses.” He said, and you could see the tension in his jaw, an attempt at keeping it together. He hated when his emotions got the best of him, knowing how he should be able to be calm and collected, but sometimes he just couldn’t. And when that sometime was over something as relatively silly as this? That made it worse. You reached up to wipe a tear from his cheek, leaning over to kiss him softly. “It’s okay, we’ll find them. You had them yesterday.” you said, remembering when you had met before going out. He had them on when he kissed you, and he had them on until he climbed into the Bronco, slipping them in his shirt’s pocket. You went over the night aloud, adding some comments here and there to try to get him to smile, like how how pretty he looked when he picked you up wearing them, or how he definitely had them when he made out with you, almost making you late_, barely getting a reaction from him, but still proud of the slight twitch in his lips. “Your new shirt.” You said, finally stopping your ramble and glancing up at him, one hand up at the connection you made. “I already checked, they’re not-” “No, I mean, I gave you the new shirt last night. You took them off before that.” You tried to think back to when you got home. It was late, and you had drank, which made this task harder, especially when all you could truly focus on was the way he had held you once you walked through the door, his hands holding you steady as you slipped your shoes off, the darkness surrounding both of you as you made your way to the bedroom.  You reached the bedroom, looking down on the floor. No shirt there, but… “The car? Did you check in the-?” “Yes.” he interrupted you, tone harsh and frustrated. “Bradley.” You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed while stopping your movements. You knew he was frustrated, you knew he was panicking, but you were only trying to help. “I’m sorry.” You nodded. You knew he was, and his tone was honest, no matter how harshly that also came out as. “Help me look. Where did you leave your shirt? The old one.” you specified this time, taking a deep breath. “Laundry.” He pouted slightly, aware of your intent in helping him, but still annoyed and upset about the situation. He wasn’t panicking anymore though, which he was thankful for.

You nodded once more, walking into the bathroom and stopping the washing machine, waiting for some of the water to drain before opening it, rummaging through in search. “Here it is!” you exclaimed victoriously, pulling out his shirt, soapy and drenched, eyes on him. You watched him as his expression changed from stern to relieved, his eyes softening and welling up when he saw the familiar outline in the dripping pocket, kneeling alongside you and pulling them out. A soapy mess, but intact and fine and perfect. “See, it all worked out.” You said, placing a hand on his arm, letting out a squeal when he pulled you in his arms, trapping the wet shirt in between your bodies. Neither of you cared, his relief making his grumpy mood immediately vanish, and the feeling of being in your arms making your victory all the more worth it. “I love you.” He muttered into your shoulder, holding you close. “I know it was silly, sorry for how I acted.” “Roos.” You pulled away, searching for his eyes, placing your hand on his cheek. “I know what they mean to you. You’ve had them for your whole life. They’re important to you, and anything that is important to you is not silly, not to me. Okay?”  He smiled at your words, nodding. “And I love you too.” You added with a smile. “Good.” he chuckled lightly, standing and bringing you up with him, the shirt falling with a plop onto the floor. “We should probably get out of these wet clothes, right?” He asked with a smirk, drying his sunglasses on the bit of his shirt that was still dry, gently placing them on the bridge of his nose with a charming smile, his hand trailing up your arm, slipping under the strap of your dress. He let his mouth fall agape when the strap slipped down your arm, pretending to be surprised by his own action. “You're unbelievable.” you said back, smirking yourself as you reached nonetheless for his shirt, pulling the material up to reveal his skin.  "And you love that." he winked, laughing.Shirt and dress discarded, he couldn’t help but look at you, pulling you back against him, his arms tight around you. “Thank you.” He whispered again, holding onto you for just a moment longer, before picking you up and taking you to the bedroom, knowing just how he could thank you.

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[forgeofthenine]

So the tiefling Batchelor trio who's s/o turns out to be a blood hunter. What would their takes be on that?

Hi Anon, this was a very interesting request and I actually had to look into blood hunters as I've never heard of them before! For anyone like me that's never heard of them, I highly suggest taking a few minutes to read up on them. Hope everyone enjoys :)

The bachelors with a blood hunter partner

Dammon

Dammon is easily the one most accepting of his partner being a blood hunter

This man talks about how he misses working with infernal iron, a dangerous and underesearched material that he learned to wield while in the hells

He's in no position to judge you for your abilities and he realises it

Honestly, I feel like he'd be pretty curious about what you're able to do and why you do it

Once you too are quite far into your relationship there are more than a couple nights where you two stay up having deep conversations

You talking about your life as a blood hunter and what drove you to it, and him talking about his time in Avernus

If your abilities or past alter your physical appearance in any way you already know this man is telling you how good you look and how much he loves you

Dammon is always your number one hype man

Zevlor

To be honest, Zevlor thought he'd seen everything already, but seeing you use hemocraft in fights is new for him

He's honestly shocked, especially if you haven't already told him about your abilities

It takes a while for things to settle in for him, particularly when you tell him about the drawbacks of your fighting style, he's particularly worried about you giving up your own health to fight

Zevlor comes to terms with it with a bit of help, despite initially being unsettled

To be honest, the fact blood hunters are often driven away by unsettled people or seen as 'devilish' strikes a cord with him

After years of living through that same hell, there's no way he's letting you go through it anymore

If anyone dares insult you in front of him Zevlor will be throwing hands

You can take care of yourself, but that won't stop your paladin from taking the reins sometimes

Rolan

Now Rolan isn't superstitious, and he's a smart man, but blood magic unsettles him

He's cautiously curious but keeps a certain distance when he first finds out

At least give him a week or so to scour his library for relevant books so he can research

Once he's done, he'll come back with an apology, but don't ask for him to repeat himself lest Rolan tease you for being greedy

Over time he'd like to learn more about how you do what you do, hemocraft in particular being a secretive and misunderstood type of magic

Rolan would want you to help with teaching his apprentices, he'll happily start breaking down the stigma that he unintentionally perpetuated

He's completely unbothered by any changes your magic may make to you physically, as long as you're healthy he's happy

Though, Rolan will still tease you about how you're a 'big, bad blood hunter' and yet you're snuggled up against him reading a book he's picked out for you

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[kit-williams]

Cuckoo Anon

Oh you bet your Chain Axe I Do! Had to stop last night because tired but I've got pretty good ideas for some other legions reactions to getting yoinked from their original timeline.

Disclaimer: Apologies if your fav legion doesn't appear here I only know enough about so many of them.

Word Bearers - Another group that's more Aware that the warp has something to do with this, though less able to actively affect it than say the Thousand Sons. Definitely in the group that Wants to establish contact with their original timeline because there's so many souls here in need of the warp's guidance. Until they're able to do that, they spend there time pouring over the various religious texts available here. Would speak up at a theology lecture to correct the speaker about the details of certain figures that they've actually met in their original timeline. Example: Nurgle. They also enjoy yoga for its meditative quality, though its less enjoyable for even the most yoga obsessed humans. The Word Bearers pair yoga with dark ritualistic chanting. Even in Gothic the humans recognize the words are...a bit unsettling.

Rating: Suddenly finding yourself running a...more intense version of a Bible camp as your Word Bearer instructs his group on the proper alignment of ritual circles with the Stars for their next venture. You just hope none of these will ever involve blood sacrifices.

War Hounds/World Eaters - Cut from the same cloth, even stitched with the same pins. Like the Iron Warriors these guys are actually Thriving (as much as they can) in this new environment. You'd think with everything being softened and pacified by the warp they'd go raving mad. But no, because that includes their nails and bloodlust. The nails still hurt, but its like a toothache most days compared to feeling like your brain is being stabbed. And they still crave battle, but there's sparring arenas and Astarte focused gyms in practically every city and marine base here. Plus the occasional chance to Really let loose on some human killer warbands. And if a Marine is sick of their nails completely they can be Removed! The instrument of their torment can be done away with (Chronic pain and migraines remain for most of them but again, far less pain than once was). This new clarity gives them room to reflect. The empire and chaos only found them useful when they were Hurting and Angry constantly. They were never allowed to be anything else. But with the humans here, especially with bonds that can sooth the nails completely, they finally can just....be.

Rating: Laying your head across your bonded humans lap with a fire crackling on a cold night. The scars from the nails twinge for a moment, causing you to hiss. Until your human coos, brushing the hair from your forehead, and at once the pain cools to nothing. You settle, not sure if you deserve this but decide you will accept it. You lean into your humans touch. You are both content.

Space Wolves - If War Hounds are the abused pups learning to love again, Space Wolves are the...Wolves learning to trust/work with humans for the first time. Space Wolves had interactions with humans in their timeline, but only those on their own planet would treat them like normal people. Everywhere else humans saw them as the Emperors Angels. Dangerous and Untouchable. So to have these humans approach them like neither of those groups kinda throws them off. They're not Afraid of them in a broad sense, but they're also not familiar enough yet. The two are finding their footing with eachother. Having a dog gets immediate points with a Space Wolf, they love pups. All shapes and kinds but they obvious lean towards more wolf like breeds. By the same token Space Wolves don't tolerate animal abuse. Any marine type Might decide to kill an animal abuser, a Space Wolf won't hesitate. If you're lucky they'll just steal neglected animals and leave the abuser with some property damage. At worst well...you get the idea.

Rating: Opening up that animal rehab shelter you've always wanted to Not because you thought you were finally  ready...but because your Space Wolf keeps bringing home strays, and neglected animals. But hey, seeing your big guy happily laying in a swarm of pups makes it all worth it. And the time you saw him literally send an abusive owner flying into your trash can for trying to take their dog back.

Death Guard - Weird idea, but they're doing okay. It's just that most of them are feral by choice rather than the Alpha legion's situation. The warp may make their haze of rot less dangerous here, but being near one is still Alot for an average human. Also the cities don't have enough Greenery. So the ferals stick to the forests and overgrown areas. Their presence boosts the cycles of life and decay, and they actually Clean!?!? Well yes, the litter and plastic trash, anything biodegradable can stay...or gets eaten. Yep I see Death Guard as the vultures or millipedes of space marines. They can eat Anything organic, and they enjoy the more fetid pieces. Many humans have been startled to find their garbage being raided after some spoiled leftovers were thrown out. And as far as personality goes they're actually pretty gentle. They see no reason to attack humans, they're natural miasma is still imparting the gifts of Nurgle occasionally so why bother? If a Death Guard bonds to a human that bond is deep and loving. The bond also helps their human resist their smell, and makes the human stronger against the illness miasma. Its not a perfect defense, energy still gets drained, but your Death Guard will always be there to lend a hand, claw, bone growth to help when you need it.

Rating: Hiking through the forest, and suddenly catching an awful smell. Your curiosity bids you follow it, lest it be a hiker that met an ill fate. As you get closer the greenery around you seems to grow larger, and more beautiful with every step. Literally bursting with life. You come to a small open area beneath the trees. The smell is strongest here, and you see a large misshapen green body. It raises its cupped hands, that hold something you can't identify, to a branch. A flower bud slowly opens to full and....a Butterfly flits to the new bloom from his palms. You stand in awe. The shape turns as you watch from behind a tree, your eyes meet through his helmet. You just...stare at eachother. And though you don't notice at the time, the scent no longer has presence in your mind.

Alpha Legion - (Only fitting that I finish off with the legion that gave me my name.) So honestly...kinda struggling. These fellas are so used to spying, and secrecy and playing games of 12D chess (even though doing that wasn't the best choice to begin with but I digress) and now they've been dropped in a place that has...none of that?? They're separated from their spy networks, no matter what side of their Timeline they were fighting on they only really have eachother now. The other legions are Very unwilling to trust them for obvious reasons. And they have a shit time making bonds with humans. Like seriously, f their lives right up. Like at least when they were just a cog in a clusterfuck of war, alliances, battles and betrayals, they didn't have to think and reflect about how Lonely they actually are. But...on the other hand, they're free to do as they please here. Sure the other marines are wary of them, but as long as they don't outright start shit things can go on tense but peaceful. Occasionally snatching some affection while disguised is okay, but still...they want something real. And when they do get that, whether the bond is truly like their fellow marines or slightly different, they Don't let go.

Rating: You came home to an Ultramarine in your house, only it didn't really...act like an ultra marine? It took no interest when you showed it your excel documents, didn't try to organize anything, and shied away from conversing with other loyalists. He Did help you out around the house, and was exceptionally affectionate. Most marines were some flavor of touch starved (except maybe Salamanders), but this seemed excessive. Then one night you woke up, and heard hushed but intense whispering. You peaked out of your bedroom to see your Ultramarine conversing with....himself!? Your eyes did not deceive, and your ears did not lie. Same voice, same armor, down to the same scratches and battle damage...but that was impossible! Your musings were interrupted by one of them getting louder.

"It is still My turn with the mortal!"

"You expanded your timetable in the schedule. That is Unfair brother, and you know it."

"This is not up for discussion, and You cannot be here right now! Do you want us to be thrown out completely!?"

"Maybe if we were simply Honest with them we wouldn't have to worry about that, but You insisted we stick to this charade. Well I'm SICK of it!" The ultra on the right lost his composure, and his form phased and shifted. Royal blue became teal and the helmet shifted to a form more resembling an octopus. An Alpha Legion marine...but that would mean...

The one you assumed to be Your marine spoke up. "Enough! I will not tolerate your insubordination! Leave now!"

The newly shifted marine stood his ground and sneered. "Why don't you Make me brother?!"

"Or you could....Both stay?" The two marines whipped their heads to face you. You stood in your pajamas, as the two armored marines stared in stunned silence.

"I...can explain." Your marine started, but you held up your hand.

"Its okay," You assured him, crossing the distance so you could look him in the eye.  "We do need to talk things over but...I think I understand why you felt you needed to do this." You turned to his brother. " Should've let me know we were having company. I think we could all use some hot chocolate."

Your second space marine perked up. "I hope you have enough supplies for us all."

"Two space marines and a human you mean?"

"Weeeeeell...." Knock, knock, knock. You turned to the door, and your space marine let his disguise shed as he reached for the handle. The door opened to reveal...1,2,3,4...yeah you were gonna need more hot chocolate.

Love these I really do you're making me blush

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #reply #answer #cuckoo anon #tales from the barn #space marine husbandry sentience

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

My memory is terrible so I wanted to do a breakdown of my stuff every once in a while. Might be monthly, might be whenever I feel like it. Also there are too many shows on and something is always finishing or starting so a month is a lot.

BL - Currently Watching

1000 Years Old [2/12] - It's silly, and entertaining and makes me laugh. The friend group is delightful and I'm having a good time watching them. Was excited for a minute when Yo suggested a haircut for Pun because I cannot handle that wig. 🤞

Anti Reset [5/10] - This is one of the most frustrating shows I've watched in a while. The show doesn't seem to settle on what is actually trying to say about the AI of it all, and when it says something I'm not crazy about it. Why is it so frustrating? Because they are so fucking endearing when they're together on screen. I wanna love this show so much.

Cherry Magic Th [11/12]– I love them so much. I'm fascinated by the choices that the show is making. As a big fan of the manga and the jbl I came into this with reservations and this show is just blowing my mind. This was the best episode 11 of all time and Tay/New are delivering. My heart is so full with this.

Cherry Magic Anime [7/12]– Another helicopter ride! Yay. The date song was hilarious. We're now getting to the point where they are dating and Adachi is feeling guilty for lying so I'm curious how the show will adapt the next phase of the relationship.

Dead Friend Forever [10/12]– Glad to see we are all on board with Tan's murderous impulses. It's been so much fun having more people join in on the fun. As for me, I NEED White to stay alive. That's really all I want. Getting curious about how Perth factors in to all of this.

My Strawberry Film[2/8] - I feel it coming. I see sadness in my future. But I'm bracing because I'm loving the look of this show. And pining boys are my favourite type of boys. I'm ready.

Ossan's Love Returns [8/9] - The videos messages destroyed me but then that ending made me annoyed. I don't know what to expect in terms of Kurosawa but I hope he's not actually dying and there's a really good reason for all this. Medical mal practice might be the thing. Although as @twig-tea pointed out to me, since it was said in show it might not actually happen. I want happy for the ending anyway.

Perfect Propose [5/6] . Why must I only have them for 6 episodes??? I need more. Kai is everything to me, and that back hug followed by that smile melted by cold heart. Hiro's boss needs something heavy to fall on him from a great height. And please Hiro,sweetie, I need you to eat better and sleep.

Although I Love You, and You? [7/10]- Sakae is letting me down. And by that I mean, the show is letting me down. Sakae needs to put his foot down with Mizuki and go back to being a fool in love with Soga.

To Be Continued [1/8] - It's not amazing. but I'm a sucker for second chance romance and there are two couples so there's a 50% chance I will like this. We'll see. Also, they need to start hiring younger actors for the high school flashbacks. This goes for A Secretly Love too. Having 27 year olds and up playing ten years younger just won't do. It's terrible.

Unknown [2/12] - I'm intrigued. Not completely sold yet but I'm liking it so far. Also nothing would keep me away from watching Sam Lin again.

Also watched the first episode of A Secretly Love and caught up with City of Stars but it's on the 'I need to shut of my brain' schedule so I'm not necessarily watching to weekly.

BL - Finished

Cooking Crush - I will miss all of them. I loved it so much. The whole cut/uncut version thing was annoying and the editing was weird at times but overall this was wonderful. Communication done right. Relationships and character growth was stellar and both couples won my heart. Aungpao really surprised me, considering he was surrounded my pros on all sides. Dynamite was a joy to watch. And OffGun delivering with all the kissing. Everyone should watch this.

The Sign - I mean, what they did to this show is absolutely insane. Not airing the finale like the rest of the show. Having to pay extra for happy ending is ridiculous (although I kinda predicted this and @lurkingshan is my witness. I said as a joke and it turns out reality is a joke.) Then waiting 2 whole weeks for whatever that was. Just the most unsatisfying experience. Go read this from Shan because I agree with everything said there. Also @bengiyo final thoughts here really echo how I felt about this show overall.

Happy Ending - 20 minutes split in 3. Why? No idea. Was it a happy ending? I think so. Was it cute? Sure. Was it great to watch Seong Hyuk again? You betcha. But I didn't love it. I need Choco Milk Shake S2, like, TODAY.

Playboyy - It ended.

Rose Watches OJBL - I feel bad about this. I didn't watch any of the ones I planned to. This might seem like whatever but I've been trying to catch up with awards season films, because since uni, me and a couple of friends always do it and finish it by watching the oscars together and so ojbl was were I dropped the ball. Gonna restart soon though.

Not BL - Watched this month

Night Has Come Death's Game Shop for Killers

That's it for right now. As usual my ask box is open for gif requests and any other questions. All my gifs are under #rosygifs.

Have a good week💜

#rose rambles #rosy watchlist #playboyy the series #although i love you and you #cherry magic th #cherry magic anime #the sign #ossan's love #cooking crush #anti-reset #my strawberry film #perfect propose #1000 years old #to be continued #Unknown the series #multi bl

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hiiii long time no see! Can I please request a Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (or Arthur Shelby x reader, you choose!) where she’s a young single mother in her early 20s and she has a daughter who’s around 4 years old? Y/n has not even once been involved in any criminal activity nor have the Shelbys had any interactions with her, until they have a funny first meeting. So you know how Mrs. Connors came to Tommy and Arthur for retribution because of what her husband did? How funny would it be if Y/n’s daughter sneaks into the Garrison and all the way to the back room where the meetings are taking place to bring up a huge “problem” that she has, to Tommy and Arthur. Her problem being something silly like Y/n wouldn’t give her candy or something.😂 Y/n runs in there, completely mortified and honestly scared that her and her daughter have basically run into the wolves den (the Shelbys/Peaky Blinders are scary🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️), but Tommy finds it amusing and Arthur finds it hilarious lol… And thennnn they fall in love (how they fall in love is your choice😉!)

This request was so cute and just brilliant I still don't think I've done it justice. I hope you enjoy it. I'm also really sorry for the delay! Thank you for being you! <3

Warnings: None? Peaky Blinders typical violence and problems - Sexual assault is mentioned and one physical altercation is described between the reader and an attacker in the head cannons at the end.

P.S. I know this was supposed to be a big romance and not a dad Tommy fic - but I couldn't help myself - there is a lot of Ruby and Tommy in this.

Another busy day was winding down in Small Heath. It was not the type of evening you would normally take little Ruby to the shops. She was at an age where she insisted on walking on her own. Normally early in the morning it was not a problem, fewer people meant that you could take your time moving behind her. But today the city seemed to be swallowed by some kind of commotion. Getting everything that you needed you made it to the check out, so far Ruby had listened well earning her a treat. She'd not let go of your skirt once, except for two tumbles to the ground, which she brushed off gracefully. 

You moved up to the counter and ended up getting sucked into a conversation with one of the older ladies that lived in your building. Mrs. Patterson was a sweet woman, she often helped out with Ruby and was always on the lookout for potential husbands. You listened to her chat about how there were meetings with the Shelbys open to the public, while you bagged up your items. 

"Where is little Ruby then?" She asked while blowing the smoke from her cigarette over her shoulder. Your eyes shot down to the hem of your skirt, then you turned around.

"She was right here" You said breathlessly as your heart started to pound. your eyes shot around the market and out onto the busy street. 

"Always wandering that one. Reminds me of my eldest daughter. Here love, I'll hold your stuff, go after her." She moved the brown paper bags behind the counter. You didn't stop to thank her as you went out onto the street. 

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The day was dragging on with each meeting more mundane than the next. Thomas knew that this was the best way to meet his goal, and for once he felt like maybe he could help people solve their everyday problems. A welcomed change from the usual darkness he operated in. 

Finally, the last woman wrapped up her dead birds and moved out of the snug thanking them profusely. Arthur finally let out a deep chuckle he had been holding back. Thomas lit a cigarette feeling the weight settle in on his bones once again. So much to do and so little time to do it. 

They sat there in silence for a moment. Tommy watched as the last light of the day poured through the stained glass windows. 

A faint nock landed on the door frame and Tommy looked down to see a small face looking through the slight opening in the door. 

"Come in." Tommy said easily despite the slight bit of discomfort settling in his stomach. Where on earth was this little girl's parents? 

She came into the room slowly looking around taking in the two men. Shyness radiated off of her as she thought out her next move carefully. 

"Are you the men solving people's problems?" She asked, twisting her fingers in her light pink dress. 

"Wh-" Arthur started but Tommy shot him a warning look that shut him up. He didn't like the idea of being alone with an unknown little girl. This was either a trap or a lost kid, neither of which he wanted to deal with. 

"Yes, we are. Where's your parents eh?" 

"My mums at the shop. But I came because I over heard that you - you - both fix people's problems." She stuttered but tried to speak as clearly as she could.

"And what do you need help with, love?" Tommy asked her honestly. She looked too scared to avoid. 

"There's a monster that lives under my bed." She looked at the floor and pink started to color her chubby face. 

"You and every kid in Small heath. What's Your father done about it then?" Arthur asked with humor in his voice. The girl's nose crinkled. 

"I don't have a da" She said just above a whisper. 

"France?" Tommy asked her, and she responded with a little nod. This caught Arthur's attention. There was a moment of silence while he thought about what to say. 

"Look, my ma is too tired to check some nights, but I can feel it there waiting for me. Can't sleep" Her eyes were watery, and Tommy could tell she was genuinely frightened. He couldn't tell if there was something worse going on in her life, or if someone had told her a story to scare her.

"Does it talk to ya?" She shook her head. "We're Gypsy. I'll have something made to keep any monsters or spirits away. Let's find your mother" Her face lit up and she started to thank them. Before she could finish stumbling over her thanks, a woman barged into the room. She scooped the girl up into her arms holding her tightly to her chest. 

"Sir I am so sorry, really I apologize" The fear in her eyes told Tommy she knew exactly what company her daughter had stumbled into. 

"It's alright. Meetings are open to everyone." Tommy responded easily, taking in the woman's appearance. Her face was flushed making her bright eyes stand out her hair was pulled back but loose curls had come free framing her face. The need to put her at ease overcame the urge he had to laugh about the situation. 

"Well thank you for hearing her concerns, we best be off." She said sternly. 

"No! I haven't told them where we live." The girl cried out, Tommy watched how the woman's face pinched at her words. 

"Alright that's enough, we have wasted enough of their time, love. Thank you both again" She said with a tight smile. Tommy knew that he should have let them go. But there was something about the two of them. She was determined to protect her child, and her child was smart enough to know that she should be afraid of such strange men but was scared enough to prevail. All over a mysterious monster under the bed. 

"I promised her that I would drop off something to ward off the monster under her bed" Tommy studied her features carefully. "At least let me walk you home" 

"Okay" she answered nervously. Tommy knew that she only agreed because she felt she had no other choice. He hated himself for getting out of his chair to follow her out. 

"Arthur, I'll see you back at the shop" Arthur gave him a swift nod while hiding his smile. 

He set out onto the street with the woman, putting his hand on the small of her back to guide her to the inner part of the sidewalk. 

"Thomas Shelby" He said, unsure of what else to say.

"Oh I know who you are.” She went silent for a moment but let out a sigh. “Y/n L/n and this is Ruby." Ruby's head rested on her shoulder smiling over at him. 

"It's nice to meet the both of you." She tossed him a small smile that made his stomach twist. He remembered Grace's smile and his heart dropped this was completely stupid. He didn't deserve whatever life this woman had made for herself. 

"I had to leave my stuff at the shops, do you mind?" Her head nodded towards the entry.

"No, not at all." He opened the door for her, for a moment he considered asking if he should hold Ruby for her but decided that it would only scare her. 

He watched from behind her as she greeted the woman at the counter. The total was mentioned but Tommy had already placed some money on the counter.

"Please I insist" He said, hearing her take a deep breath. He didn't want to hear it, he just wanted to look after them. Even if it was just for an evening. 

He scooped the bags into his arms, and they wished the shopkeeper well. 

"You didn't need to do that" She said sternly. 

"I don't do anything I don't want to do." He answered easily hoping he hadn't upset her. Why he cared was still beyond him. 

He followed her up to her small apartment, making sure not to follow her in as she finally put Ruby down. 

"Thank you," She said, grabbing the bags from him. 

"It was my pleasure. I'll come by tonight with something to help with the monsters, eh?" He said bending down to shake Ruby's little hand. It was something he couldn't understand. He looked down at her and felt a full spectrum of feelings. He didn't like that they were alone. That her mother was too tired to look under her bed some nights. He hated the dark circles under her eyes or how frail she looked caring for a child all alone. Especially in a building that had frequent break-ins, and stood tall in a part of town known for praying on such women and children. 

He had lots to think about on the way home. 

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Panic. It was all consuming and had little to no logic. You knew exactly who had walked you home. Since you were a kid you knew that the Shelby family was not to be messed with, so out of caution you carefully avoided them all together. Now Thomas Fucking Shelby was coming to your house. 

You were beyond angry. There was no way out of this. He had no honor. Whatever he wanted in exchange he would get. 

Tears started to prick your eyes. 

“Ma ‘s alright. He’s going to get the monster so you won’t have to look anymore.” Her big eyes were so earnest it broke your heart further. She was so determined to make things easier on her mother at such a young age. It’s not right, guilt pooled into your stomach. 

Not to mention she hired a monster to fix her imaginary monster situation. Fuck. 

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Tommy went to Polly and insisted he make a bundle that would keep away any evil spirits. 

“All this for a little girl?” Polly raised her eyebrows and put out a cigarette. 

“Yes,” He answered tiredly. He didn't want to deal with this right now. Polly moved around her bedroom. The room always felt like an island, seperate from the rest of the world. Heavy fabrics hung from the ceiling and her pfume danced through the air. He remembered how he used to hide in here when he was scared, it’s not like anyone would be able to find anyone or anything in this chaos. 

“Little Ruby Eh?” Tommy gave her a nod. “Nothing to do with her single mother?” 

“Just trying to help out.” He leaned against the door frame and let out a sigh. He could feel the lecture coming on. 

“Sure you are dear.” Polly handed him something wrapped in ribbons. “Place it under her bed. And if you're going to try anything with Y/N, don’t. I’ve heard stories about her over the years. She has had a hard enough time, seen enough trouble for a few lifetimes. Be smart about this Tommy.” She looked him in the eyes then patted him on the shoulder. Unfortunately her words only made him more compelled to make it better for the woman. 

He made his way through the spring rain towards her place. Stopping at the landing he reviewed his options. He could turn around now leaving Ruby to manage the monster on her own. Go up and then leave straight away. Or offer his protection, he could try and offer her a better job. Ask her for dinner…. He shook his head and climbed the stairs. 

As he expected Ruby had the door open by the time he reached the top of the stairs. She must have been watching from the window. 

“I was worried you were going to turn away. Or forget where we live!” She held onto his legs tightly. 

“Alright Ruby, s’not how we greet guests.” Ruby reluctantly let go and her mother came scooping her up. 

“So what has to happen to chase the monster out then?” She was playing along, making Ruby’s smile even brighter. Something was hidden in her eyes that Tommy didn’t miss. He wasn’t welcome here. 

“Well, all we have to do is put this under your bed. My Aunt made it for you, said that it will keep you safe against anything intending ill will towards you.” 

“I want you to do it.” Ruby said, and she squirmed for her mum to put her down. 

“You lead the way then” She said, slightly exasperated, placing Ruby on her feet.

Ruby led him through to her room and he made a show of inspecting both the closet then under the bed the same way he used to for Ada. Then after announcing it was all clear he placed the bundle in the center under her bed. He said a few things in Romani and felt her looking up at him as if she could see the magic pouring out of him. 

“No more monsters.” He said firmly. 

Ruby got straight into bed and her mother tucked her in. He kept his distance, standing in the doorway. Wondering what type of magic this woman possessed. Such a pocket of love, warmth, and safety in such a horrible part of town. 

“Good night Mr.Shelby.” Ruby called out. 

“Good night Ruby. Sleep well” He said. She moved out of the room swiftly shutting the door behind her. Leaving the two of them in the hallway. The only bit of light coming from the candle in her hand. 

“I’ve heard awful things about you.” She said bluntly, eyeing him cautiously. 

“I’ve done awful things.” He had no reason to lie to her. 

“Then why do all that?” Her eyebrows raised, and her mouth set in a line.

“Just wanted to help her out.” He responded feeling like he was in a conversation with Aunt Pol. 

“And the groceries?” She quipped. 

“Just wanted to help you out as well?” She threw him off, he almost stumbled over his own words. 

What was so frightening about a woman with a candle? 

Ah. 

That she may never want to see you again. 

She took a step towards him as if to stare him down, all it did was make him want to close the distance between them.

“I felt for her and well, I feel for you too” He looked into her big eyes and could see the understandable delmia. 

A ganster turned partial polition stading in her house trying desperately to charm her. She was too smart for that, he was a massive gamble and not one a struggling single mother would take. Not unless he could show he was serious? 

He looked down at her face, he could lean in and kiss her. Her eyes focused on his mouth and he could tell she was making the wrong choice. He cupped the side of her face and watched her eyes closed. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her in that moment. Throw her against the wall, take her mind off of things for a while. He let himself enjoy the thought, the air was heavy with anticipation, his heart was racing in a way it never did anymore. He hadn’t felt a moment with such passion since Grace, and somehow even that couldn't compare to this. Grace possessed a mystery and a chase, some kind of charming excitement. This was different, deeper, more wholesome? 

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She deserves someone better than he could ever be. His heart gave a painful twinge.

“Thank you for letting me help Miss l/n.” He whispered. 

“Thank you for helping.” she said in a breathy tone. He struggled to let go of her face but he did. 

“Have a good night, love.” He said before moving past her and walking through the apartment towards the door. Each step was heavy but he knew it was worth it. He placed his hand on the cold door handle before she called out in protest. 

“Wait!” He turned to look at her. 

“Look, you're smart enough to know that I’m only barely good enough to walk out of your life.” 

“Do you not feel-” 

“Hardly ever.” He cut her off, she smirked at his answer. “This would be a very rare occasion. We both know you could do better.” 

“Take me to dinner then?” She crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Pardon?” He was at a loss for words. God, she was impossible.

“You're right I could do better, so at least take me out first?” She looked hopeful and he didn't have it in him to deny her. 

“You know who I am, what I do - ” 

“Yes. I’m not entirely sure I trust you just yet if that’s what you're on about.” 

“Why take the risk?” 

“Ruby dragged us into this. Whole city saw you walk me home, and the whole building saw you show up this evening. Not many risks I haven't taken.” she shrugged but he could see that she was tense. 

“I apologize if I’ve harmed your reputation. Wasn’t my intention.” He didnt think about it that way, normally he was one step ahead of things like this, looking her over he could see why his mind was preoccupied. 

“What are your intentions?” She was back to questioning him again. He paused or a moment to think of what to say. “Whatever they are, just promise me you wont bring harm to Ruby.” 

“I promise to keep both you and Ruby safe. Best way to do that is to stay away.” he said quietly. 

“I understand. Normally I’m not so -” She paused, flustered, trying to find the right word. 

“Trusting?”  She nodded. “Me either” Maybe this was fate? He hated himself for making excuses. A good man, the man he wanted to be would leave. Put a mark on her door that would put them under his protection and never step foot in this building again. 

But when had Thomas ever been a good man? 

“Does tomorrow at 8 work for you?” He wouldn't forget the way her face shone when she smiled at him. 

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They moved slowly, dated for a few months before spending the night. They both agreed to keep it from Ruby as she would have latched on to him and been devastated to see the back of him if things didn't work out. 

But to your amazement it did. You had no knowledge about how betting shops worked or what sorts of things Tommy had done in the past. Somehow his dedication to you made you overlook it to some degree. Tommy knew the types of things you wouldn't tolerate and he never pushed you on them. 

Then there was the family. Chaotic but somehow just as magical as he was, it took a while to earn their trust, but once Tommy brought Ruby around the rest was history. She had a way of loving people that brought the best parts of themselves forward. She was always on someone's lap laughing or learning something. 

You knew how Grace died, so you weren't surprised to be targeted here and there. You handled yourself like any poor woman from Small Heath, not something most big name gangsters could account for. You were much tougher than you looked, but you couldn't stomach it when Ruby was involved. 

Your stomach dropped and your heart started to race. You lunged towards the door but Polly held you back. Once you broke free John had you in an iron grip. All you could do was watch from the window. 

Tommy picked Ruby up immediately, holding her tightly, standing tall against the rain sprinkling down. Across from him stood a known rival that was starting to become more and more of a problem. Tommy’s face set in a way that always gave you shivers, you felt yourself start to shake practically going into shock over the situation. 

Ruby on the other hand loved it when he made that face. It’s like she found genuine joy from things that could kill her. Bloody kid starts to laugh her head off. The man was thrown off, looking around trying to make sense of what set her off, Tommy didn't break though. 

“Excuse us.” He called out moving towards the door to the betting shop. You finally pushed John off to almost rip the door off its hinges. Snatching him from her you turned on your heel moving her as far from the situation as you could. Tears ran down your face as you held on to her. 

“Ma s’alright. Da’s going to handle it. I know he will” She started to laugh again in a way that you couldn't help but smile. This kid was going to be the death of you. Polly came through and loaded a gun, putting herself between the office door and the two of you. 

“Auntie, can I hold it?” 

“Not this time love” Polly responded in her sing-song voice. You started to regret your life choices even more. But once it was over you watched her run into his arms earning one of his rare smiles and despite knowing better your heart swelled. 

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Head canons that are more like mini chapters….

On their first date he had driven and intended to go up to the front door with two sets of flowers. One for her and one for Ruby - he didn't want her to feel left out - But You were waiting down the stairs for him to keep him out of sight. You then had to tell him he wasn't allowed to see Ruby until things were more serious and you could tell that this was safe. 

He understood that you didn’t get much time off and were exhausted all the time - so when he could see you he would spoil you rotten. 

Despite not being able to see Ruby he always brought a small thing for you to give her yourself. 

You were extremely innocent when it came to the Shelby way of life. You wore Tommy down over time and insisted you knew about everything he’d done. Most of the things you could handle, some of them you had to sleep on. But no matter what you wanted to know everything before dragging your daughter into the family. But story time went both ways. You had to open up about your abusive parents, you got pregnant just before your boyfriend became of age to go and fight towards the end of the war. He passed away within two weeks of being deployed. Leaving you on your own heart broken with a baby. 

Tommy remembered kids like him showing up and not going home. When Ruby called him dad for the first time he got very uncomfortable. She noticed and he tried to explain that he was not her dad, her dad died a hero, that he was just - at a loss of words to explain the situation and she burst into tears thinking he’d rejected her. He figured that he wouldn't be “dad” until they were married & moved in and even then that was only if she wanted to call him that (he honestly didn't think she would want to). She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t want her. Naturally you came rushing into the room hearing her sobbing and Tommy’s awkward condolences and explanations about how he didnt want to replace her dad. You came in and tried your best to explain the situation to her. Nothing got through to her until Tommy picked her up and told her that he loved her very much and she could call him dad as long as she never forgot her real dad. After that he was dad, and had to say I love you too at the end of every phone call (John and Arthur found this hilarious and would tease him to no end thinking it was you on the phone. That was until she knew them as uncles in which case they would also have to say I love you too) She expected Tommy to call before bed every night, she lost one dad and was determined to keep track of this one. 

She hated it when he would leave after tucking her in on the nights he could come by. Her sleepy state and kid logic had her convinced some nights that he wouldn't come back so he’d leave her with all sorts of things. Pocket watch, a ring he was wearing, wad of cash. Something of grown up value so she knew he would come back for it. 

You wanted to sleep with him, because the tension between the two of you was unbearable. But you were terrified, only one person had seen you naked like that, and that was pre baby and three sexual harassment episodes ago. Not to mention you only did it twice. It took a long time for him to earn that trust. He knew that bad stuff had happened so when you did trust him, he knew that he couldn't go back to cheating when it suited him and his cause. He wouldn't sacrifice that trust because he knew that if he did, you would without a doubt leave, but also he could see how hard you were working to get past all of that stuff, and screwing you over by being pushy or unfaithful would only set you all the way back and add to the trauma. 

He was never outwardly scared except when it came to you or Ruby. 

Once things got more serious, you were on a date going for a walk by the cut. Tommy had business with Charlie and had left you sitting on a bench to run over quickly. You didn't mind waiting, you lit a cigarette looking at the glassy black water. Until you were approached by a man in a suit. You knew he wasn't one of the blinders, so you ignored him till he came closer. Watching him out of the corner of your eye, you looked directly at him once he came close. He was definitely higher up on the food chain from the way he was dressed and held himself in such an arrogant manner. You stood up and got ready to make a run for it if necessary. He pulled a knife out and told you to stay quiet and follow him. You refused and stayed calm as he made all sorts of threats, you knew you should have made a run for it. But once he said something disgusting about Ruby you snapped. You hit him square in the face with your fist, dodging his knife you both toppled into the icy water. 

Tommy heard a commotion and started to run over just in time to watch you fall into the water like his mother did. 

You were beyond angry - who would ever say something so foul about a child. Only one type of man. You were on top of him immediately and while you both held each other down you were better at holding your breath. 

Tommy ripped you off of him and pulled you up. You coughed and caught your breath watching the man's body rise to the surface. “Oh my god. Tommy, I’ve done it. I killed him.” You whispered in shock. It didn't matter what you’d said, he couldn't hear you or anyone. He hauled you up onto the side and crushed your slender frame, picking you up he ran you into Charlie’s place. Both him and Curly had already started the body handling process while Tommy dumped blankets on you. Running around boiling pots of water. Eventually you snapped out of it and got up to make him sit down, he refused, unable to look at you. You didn't understand so you snapped at him which brought him crashing down into your side holding on you tightly. In a few words you understood that’s how his mother died. That you were going to die. It was the first time you ever saw him break down - you both just ended up holding each other in a death grip crying. Thankfully you were both sobered up by the time the family came around to collect the both of you. Ruby only remembers it as the first time she got to sleep over at Auntie Polly’s house with the whole family. Three of you squeezed onto a twin bed was no problem for Ruby, she got to sleep curled up on Tommy’s chest with her mothers arms around her - in a house full of aunts and uncles - safest place in the universe. 

He proposed shortly after, wanting you and Ruby under his roof. Moving into Arrow House was more exciting for Ruby than the wedding was. 

Ruby always used to wake up when the front door would open and close. Started off as being afraid that her mum would disappear in the night, but it carried over once they moved to Arrow House, something that annoyed Tommy to no end. She’d be a nightmare to put to bed when he was out and once he would get home in the middle of the night she’d be flying down the stairs and into his arms. No matter what he did she wouldn't let go of him, if he was going to stay up she was going to spend time with him. He tried all the doors in the house but somehow she always knew. So naturally he would finish his paperwork in the stables then take her right back to bed when she would come down to greet him. 

Tags List: @tommydoesntpayforsuits @misselsbells06

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #Thomas Shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #ruby shelby #peaky blinders request #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #Tommy shelby oneshot

[midnightsun-if]

May I ask a scenario where f!MC is with romance!Scarlett and MC suddenly faint? 🥺

Sure!

Golden rays of light were stifling in intensity, the air thick with latent humidity from summer, and the small saving grace of wind had halted over ten minutes ago. And I thought it was going to be a nice day, you think, hating the way your clothes were sticking to your skin. Why the hell did Mikaelson decide to have an outdoor class today of all days? I think I'm dying, more than I already am. I think--

"I'm just saying Professor Harris is a complete buffoon." Your girlfriend's voice pulls you from your increasingly dramatic thoughts-- who had been on a small tirade ever since she had met you in the courtyard so she could walk you to your next class; something you had tried to get her to cancel, as you're well aware her own is on the completely opposite end of Aurelian. Of course, there was no arguing with Scarlett Voltaire when she sets her mind on something-- least of all when it comes to you.

The sudden touch of cold hands against your sun-heated cheeks causes you to startle, your mind, once again, snapping back into focus to meet shimmering green. "Are you feeling alright, darling?" Concern, laced thickly within her voice, has Scarlett's brow furrowed. "I don't think I've heard a peep out of you since we left the Plaza."

A wry smile catches your lips. "Probably because I'm busy listening to you, Scar."

Instead of smiling, like you had been hoping for, Scarlett's frown somehow becomes even more pronounced, her expression one of gentle worry. "I know when you're quiet due to listening and when you're silent because you're a thousand miles away." She presses the back of her hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever that'd never be there. "Please tell me what's wrong so I can try to fix it."

Various thoughts swim through your mind, of the varying ways that you could potentially respond to the comment, but you settle on the one that'd make her stop worrying-- she already had too much on her plate.

"I'm fine, Scar," you lie, touching the hand that's still pressed to your cheek. "Just thinking about an upcoming assignment that I haven't done yet."

For a moment Scarlett looks like she's about to rebuke your statement, but something in your eyes must have held her tongue. "Alright, my darling." Emerald eyes flash warningly. "But don't think this discussion ends here just because the conversation does."

You nod, not having the energy to argue with her further. In fact, as you watch Scarlett turn back to the path, you don't feel any energy at all, the complete lack of it suddenly sends alarm bells ringing through your head. When darkness begins to encroach on your vision, your head growing more and more foggy, you stumble forward, vaguely aware of your own voice calling for Scarlett. The weight pounding through your skull brings you to your knees, and the last thing you see before darkness descends completely is luminescent green filled with worry.

When you next wake up, with a slight jolt, you're back in your room within the dormitory. Dots swim in your vision that you have to blink away rapidly. You try to recall what had happened, but everything is just one big blur.

"What the hell happened?" You mutter, cradling your head.

"What happened--" A dark voice whispers from the surrounding shadow near your bed, Scarlett's sharp green gaze suddenly appearing like beacons within it. Your eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, can see her slightly hunched form situated on a chair next to your bedside. "Is that you negated to tell me you were unwell, that you lied to me about your wellbeing, and I had to carry you back to the dorm when you passed out."

You wince, partially at Scarlett's tone and due to the memories that are now trickling in through the heavy fog hanging within your mind. "I-I'm sorry, Scar," you say. "I didn't want to put even more on your plate. You're already handling so much."

Scarlett leans forward, her breath ghosting across your skin. "Have you not realized this yet, my heart?" Slender fingers grip your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact with her. "Everything on my plate, everything that I could possibly be doing, will always pale in comparison to anything you need of me."

"T-Truly?"

Your girlfriend shakes her head, seemingly perplexed by your own perplexion. "Yes, you silly girl." Yanking you forward, Scarlett presses a hard kiss to your mouth, her tongue briefly running along your bottom lip before sharp fangs nip at it. Her scent surrounds you, embroils you in her, and it's heady in its intensity. When she pulls back, after having her fill of you, the hard look in her eyes has softened. "Never lie to me about your health again. I will not take it so lightly twice."

You nod. "I promise, Scarlett."

Something in her relaxes then, like a weight had suddenly been lifted from her shoulders, and a gentle smile curls her lips. "Good," she sighs, turning to a still steaming mug, that you hadn't noticed until now, on your nightstand. Though you could easily identify the contents of it-- blood chamomile tea. "Drink this and then we can watch a movie in my room."

"Not in the basement?"

Scarlett caresses your cheek. "No, my heart, I'm not quite ready to share you yet."

#midnight sun #snippet #ro: scarlett voltaire

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Werewolf Steve

Licking to Claim

The Fallen

Omega Escort Steve

Snippet

The only thing he remembered was that he had been having a great time and then nothing. He heard the door open and then close quickly. He peeked around the curtain and saw the clothes on the toilet seat as promised.

Steve relaxed with a sigh. He looked around the shower and was surprised to see how neatly organized it all was. But he didn’t want to take anyone’s shampoo or anything so he just rinsed his hair instead. The body wash on the other hand was something he had to use. He opened each one to smell them, not wanted to grab something that would give him a migraine later.

He settled on the third one. It was woody, like pine. But not super strong or fake smelling. He got to work scrubbing himself down.

Once he no longer felt as though he’d been dragged out of hell by his balls he stepped out of the shower and dried off with the big fluffy towel that was on the hamper.

He dressed in the clothes Eddie had set out for him, complete with underwear. They still had the fold lines and wrinkles fresh from the pack. They were black boxers but then Steve couldn’t really see Eddie wearing anything else.

***

Booyah! I'm back , baby! I didn't do a lot of writing last week, with the whole major holiday and feeling a little burnt out on writing because I worked really hard to get the Christmas story done in time.

No soulmate this week because tomorrow you'll get the first part (try not to murder me when you do ;)).

As always this runs from 8am-11pm MST. So send as many asks as you want for whichever ones you want.

I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday. Mine was mixed. My first pet I've had since I was four (I got her after I got married and moved out), Sasha, a 16 year old long haired brown tabby, passed away. But her last day on earth we made her as comfortable as possible and she passed in her sleep.

But everything else was good. Good food, good company, good gifts.

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #wip wednesday

[heyymikki]

did i grow up according to plan?

LOCATION: Mikayla Beaumont's home MENTIONED: @elliottortegax @nikodimopoulos @hernando-valdez

It had been weeks since the news of Hernando's connection to Los Santos had gone public and the man in question had gone dark. There wasn't a day that had passed since then where she hadn't worried about him, but she had work and class to think about and couldn't completely abandon her responsibilities. In between those, though, she found herself spending more time with Niko, finding solace in his comforting presence and reassurances that Nando would be alright. Penny had spent more time at the B&B and if Mikayla hadn't known better, she would've thought her mother was avoiding her.

Saturday came and Mikayla finally pulled herself away from Niko's apartment, heading home just before lunchtime so she could get a few things done before work later that night. She hadn't expected her mother to be in the kitchen with a serious look on her face, and dread settled into the young woman's stomach.

"What is it?" she asked. "Have you heard from tio?"

Penelope shook her head, lips turning down in a frown. "Not yet, but I need to talk to you about something."

Mikayla took in her mother's face for a few silent moments, trying to judge what emotions she should expect, but it was a mask with no discernible feeling on display. She pulled out one of the stools at the kitchen island and took a seat, steeling herself.

An uncomfortable silence settled over the room, the weight of everything left unsaid over decades bearing down on Penny's shoulders. This was a conversation she knew she'd have to have some day, but she had always feared her daughter's response to it. There had been opportunities over the years, times when Mikayla would ask questions about who her father was or how Penny had met him, but she'd always revealed the bare minimum in an effort to spare herself from reliving the trauma of finding out she'd been pregnant -- of being torn away from everything and nearly everyone she knew and loved -- but doing that wasn't fair to Mikayla or Elliott, something he'd so graciously reminded her of when she'd given him the news.

"Before we start," she said, voice barely above a whisper, "I need to ask for your forgiveness."

"Forgiveness?" Mikayla repeated, brows knitted in confusion. "Why would you need that?"

"Because I've been keeping something from you." Penny pulled her gaze away from the counter and looked at her daughter. "It's about your father."

Mikayla sat up straighter in her seat, curiosity piqued. A part of her had wondered if the woman had never revealed her paternity to her because the nature of her conception wasn't born out of a loving relationship, but she respected her mother too much to go behind her back to investigate on her own. She nodded once, a silent plea for Penny to continue.

Her mother took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. "Elliott and I were best friends as kids. We did everything together, with your uncle Devon and our friend Nellie. Basically inseparable. But something changed when we got to high school... and we began to see each other without our parents knowing. Mine didn't approve of him or his family, so I had to keep the relationship a secret, which was easy enough until... until I found out I was pregnant with you." She shook her head some. "I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. Before I had a chance to tell anyone, they found the test in the trash. They were furious, especially when they found out who the father was, and before I knew it, we were moving across the country. I had no way to reach out to him once we were there. They monitored all of my phone time, and I couldn't send him a letter or anything. At one point, it became easier to forget instead of break my heart over and over again with the hope we'd be reunited someday."

The longer she spoke, the more tension fused into Mikayla's bones. "You've... known who he was this whole time?"

Penny nodded slowly, the fear of Mikayla's reaction growing alongside her daughter's emotions.

"Did he know about me?"

Penny nodded again, but added on quickly, "I left him a note before we left to tell him I was pregnant, but it was the only information I could give to him. If he ever discovered who you are outside of that, I don't know."

Mikayla took in a few deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm. "Why are you telling me now?"

"Because he's here. In Tonopah," she said. "And he wants to meet you."

In that moment, Mikayla's world flipped upside down. Not only had Penny kept his identity a secret from her throughout her entire life, but she had also failed to mention that he was somewhere in the town Mikayla had called home for the past three years. Had she seen him around town? Had they occupied the same space and had no idea that they were extensions of each other?

"How long has he been here?" Mikayla's voice was quiet, and Penny had to strain to hear her question, the one she'd been the most afraid of answering.

"He... he never left." She swallowed around a lump in her throat. "He's always lived here."

She was quiet. "Did you know that when I said I was coming here?"

"No, conejita," she responded quickly, walking around the island to wrap her daughter in a reassuring embrace, but Mikayla pulled away before she could, standing from her seat. "I swear I had no idea he never left. He ran a chain of hotels around the country, so I assumed h--"

"So you must've looked into him at some point if you know that. Did you ever try to reach out?" she asked, her voice rising with every new question.

Penny, trying not to show the hurt on her face, shook her head once more.

"He could have helped us, mami. When you got sick. H-he could have-- do you have any idea what I've done for yo--" Mikayla stopped herself, hand covering her mouth as the rush of hot tears that had been rising to the surface finally bubbled over and raced down her cheeks. She turned away from Penny, inhaling a shaking breath and forcing herself to be steady.

Penny had never put the responsibility of her care onto Mikayla's shoulders and never would have asked her to go to the extremes that she had done in order for her to receive the best care possible. She should have seen the signs, though: the long hours of 'studying' at a friend's house and coming home in the wee hours of the morning, the night terrors that kept her awake at night for fear she'd never be able to escape the next one, the sheer amount of money a barely legal teenager was bringing home at the end of every week. It would break her mother's heart to learn the truth about where all the money had come from, and Mikayla knew in her mind it wasn't fair to hold the choices she had made against her, but she mourned the life she could've had if Penny had just picked up the phone to call him and ask for help. She was the mother; she was supposed to be the one protecting Mikayla, not the other way around.

"M'ija," Penelope pleaded, placing her hand onto Mikayla's shoulder. Mikayla shrugged it off.

"Don't," she choked out, sniffling. "You should have told me sooner." She turned towards Penny, a harsh glare hidden amongst the pain in her eyes. "I gave up my childhood and put my life on hold for over a decade because you let your pride get in the way of asking for help. I don't know if I can forgive you for that."

Mikayla had never seen this look on her mother's face before, but it was unmistakable: heartbreak.

Any other time, for any other grievance she may have carried, she would have wrapped her mother up in her arms and apologized in that moment, but there was no way for her to moved past that feeling of betrayal that came with the knowledge she never would have had to go through everything she had if her father had just been allowed to be a part of her life.

"I don't want to be near you right now, so I'm going to stay with a friend for a few days." She walked past her mother towards the stairs. Thankfully, she didn't follow.

#it took me longer to write this than I wanted but here we are #self para. #threads. #idk if I had a tag for these so shrug emoji #t: penny

[kanjukucompany]

【A3! Translation】 Sky Gallery (1/11)

masterlist / next chapter

NATSUGUMI FIGHTO!!!!! good luck to anyone else tiering, and happy birthday kumon!

(translation under the cut)

(glitch text ignore)

Chapter 1

Tenma: Oh, here he comes.

Izumi: Great job, Misumi-kun!

Misumi: Thanks for coming to watch today, everyone!

Kumon: Sumi-san's play was super entertaining!

Kazunari: Even though you were a guest performer, your presence was totally strong~.

Muku: You played an excellent part...!

Tenma: The story and the production were enjoyable, too.

Yuki: And the costumes.

Misumi: Ehehe!

Izumi: (I was surprised to hear Misumi-kun received an offer for a guest performance, but I'm glad to see he's doing well.)

Izumi: (He's got extraordinary acting sense, so I hope he'll get more opportunities like this.)

Kazunari: I'm scrolling SNS right now, and Sumi's reputation is popping! People are even saying they're gonna be his #1 stans after this!

Muku: Even though it's only opening night, people already feel that way?

Kumon: That was quick~.

Yuki: I mean, this is SNS people we're talking about. It's like Kazunari-to-Kazunari communication.

Kumon: The story this time was about a journey, so now I wanna go on a trip too.

Misumi: Yeah, yeah, I get that!

Muku: Should we have another training camp?

Yuki: Training camps and traveling are completely different.

Izumi: It's nice to just take a relaxing vacation once in a while.

Tenma: I won't be able to do anything for a while. I've got a lot of location shoots to do for dramas, so my schedule's packed.

Kumon: Really~.

Muku: You mentioned having to record a variety show yesterday.

Misumi: Tenma's super busy~!

Yuki: Then why don't we just go without him?

Tenma: Oi!

Kazunari: Ah, I'm actually preparing for a group exhibition right now, so I'm also kinda busy.

Izumi: Speaking of, you said the process was really difficult, right?

Kazunari: I've finished my piece for the exhibition, but I've still got a lot to do.

Kumon: Sumi-san's also in the middle of his performance, so we'll have to wait until everyone settles down again, huh~.

Muku: I hope we can all go together next time.

Kazunari: Sweeeet, the print looks awesome~! The colors came out perfectly. You go, me!

Kamo: Hey there, Miyoshi-san.

Kazunari: Oh, 'sup Kamon. How's it hanging~?

Kamo: Long time no see.

Kamo: Even though we go to the same university, it's rare for us to bump into each other like this.

Kazunari: Yeah, I just finished these invitations for the group exhibition. Here, take one.

Kamo: Thank you. What a cool design, it feels really lively.

Kazunari: Right? I don't get as many chances to do many student exhibitions anymore, so if you wanna see it, please come!

Kamo: I'll definitely be there.

Kamo: Are you planning on becoming a designer after graduation, Miyoshi-san?

Kazunari: Umm~, I mean, not exactly a designer... I'm gonna be an UMC!

Kamo: An..... UMC?

Kazunari: Basically, a profession that does everything I want to do. Including traditional Japanese painting, graphic design, and acting.

Kazunari: I guess it's kinda like a freelancer? I'm still trying to figure out what exactly I'm gonna do.

Kamo: I see... That seems like something you'd do, Miyoshi-san.

Kamo: Most of the people I know who are aspiring designers plan on working for a company or design firm to gain experience before branching out on their own...

Kamo: Judging from all you've done and accomplished so far with that theatre company, I think you'd be able to make it as a freelancer.

Kamo: Though if you're going to be a designer, I'd recommend building connections with companies other than your theatre company while you can.

Kazunari: I see~.

Kamo: ....Sorry for saying something so snobby!

Kazunari: No, it's okay! It was helpful!

Kamo: Good luck with your exhibition!

Kazunari: Thanksies~.

Kazunari: Feast your eyes, everyone! An invitation to my upcoming exhibition!

Muku: Wahh~, amazing! It's so stylish!

Yuki: Not bad.

Izumi: It's Kazunari-kun's design, after all.

Kazunari: Everyone's coming, right~.

Kumon: Of course! Let's all go together, when do you wanna go?

Muku: I'm free whenever.

Misumi: I'm still doing performances, but I could probably go on a day where there's only a soiree~!

Tenma: It lasts for three days, huh... my schedule's completely full.

Kazunari: Ehh~!! Tenten won't come...

Tenma: I don't have a choice, I've got a job to do.

Kazunari: What's more important to you, work or me!?

Tenma: Work.

Kazunari: He didn't even hesitate!

Kumon: Whaat~! You gotta think that over a little more! What about work versus me!?

Tenma: Work.

Misumi: Then, what about me or work?

Tenma: It's always work!

Misumi: Tenma...

Tenma: Why are you acting so shocked!?

Izumi: Ahaha.

(door opens)

Tsuzuru: I'm home.

Kumon: Oh, welcome back~.

Kazunari: Tsuzurun, get a load of this!!

Tsuzuru: ?

Kazunari: Tenten is putting his job before me!

Tsuzuru: What are you even talking about.

Tenma: Tsuzuru-san, if it'll shut Kazunari up, go to the exhibition for me. Please.

Tsuzuru: Miyoshi-san's exhibition? Aren't you going with Summer Troupe?

Kazunari: I'd be happy if others came, too!

Muku: Let's go together!

Izumi: It's good to get some different input every now and then, right?

Tsuzuru: Well, I don't really see go see art much, so it could be fun.

Tsuzuru: Even though I've still got some time until then, I've been thinking about Summer Troupe's upcoming play, I may even get some ideas for it.

Muku: Yay! I'm looking forward to it.

Yuki: We still need to set a date.

Kazunari: Tenten's work comes first, so it's impossible for him to join, huh.

Kumon: Yeah, Tenma-san's work comes first, huh.

Misumi: Work comes first, huh...

Tenma: Quit repeating yourselves!

#a3 #a3 translation #a3 game #my translations #tenma sumeragi #kazunari miyoshi #izumi tachibana #misumi ikaruga #muku sakisaka #yuki rurikawa #kumon hyodo #tsuzuru minagi #sky gallery

[fleurcareil]

Second month recap: July

Driving away from Sleeping Giant on 1st August means I've already completed two full months in the road!! Wow!! 🤩 And most amazingly, I still feel fantastic and am not ready yet to start going home by a long shot... 😁 in fact, I'm starting to get a bit concerned about everything that I still want to do in the remaining time, but I'm sure I'll figure it out!

I forgot to check the odometer but it was probably at around 67500 so that means I drove another 6,000 kilometers in the second month and slightly under 13,000 km in total. I still stick mostly with camping two nights in a row in a park (where I drive the absolute minimum), followed by a series of motels/inns/hotels when I drive larger distances, typically 3-4 hours a day interspersed with several breaks at viewpoints, small hikes, towns etc to get a feel of the area. I generally aim to arrive at my sleeping place by 6-7pm latest so that I have enough time to settle in before it gets dark (long summer hours help!) but once in a while I get there earlier around 3-4pm to get a lazy afternoon. And sometimes I only start at 10-11am taking it easy in the morning, especially when it's crappy weather 😅. The joy of absolute freedom to choose how I spend my days!! 🥰❤

I can hardly believe where I was at the end of the first month as that feels such a long time ago... in Matane in the Gaspesie, Québec. So last month, I did the entire Labrador loop which included a large section of unpaved road and more boreal trees than I ever imagined 😝. Got delayed on the cargo boat back to Québec so that resulted in some last minute changes to hotels and tours, then the ever-impressive sea along the Cote Nord all the way west to Québec City, several pretty national parks in central Quebec that were unfortunately impacted by flooding, a stay-over in Montreal and then along the Ottawa Valley via North Bay - Sudbury - Sault Ste Marie to the spectacular scenery of Lake Superior! 🎉 The diversity in the natural environment from maritime to boreal, from sea cliffs to inland canyons & massive lakes is so incredibly huge, and I'm only half way, as the Prairies and the Rockies are still ahead of me! 😍😍

What is constant though throughout is the friendliness of the people I meet, whether it's the staff at the visitor centres and in the parks, other campers or restaurant guests, or even if it's only a short "great day isn't it?" when you're passing each other on the trail or on the water. Canadians are rightly proud of their local area as well as their country, and are truly wanting to share that with others.

I've also come to realize I'm not alone in wanting to pursue my dreams as many have done so before me; from the scallops farmer in Québec to the inn owner in Ontario, several have shared with me their life trajectory often having moved away from the busy corporate/urban life to focus on what's important to them. No one has perhaps dared to tell me I'm crazy 😜 and it's surprising how many people can in some way relate to Chile 😅 so that makes me hopeful for the future!

Lastly, I wanted to share my reflection on the role that cross-country retailers like Canadian Tire, Tim Hortons and to some extent grocery stores and gas stations play in comforting travelers like me and unifying Canada as truly one country... as part of my job, I've ofcourse always known that CT has 507 stores across Canada but I've never felt what that means until now. When driving for 100-300kms in the middle of inhospitable forest without cell reception and literally only a handful of sideroads and buildings, it's comforting to know that at the end of it there will always be a place to e.g. buy a cup of tea & a donut or propane & kindling 😅. Typically, both CT and Tim Hortons will have signs 5-10km upon approach of a town (though mostly run down and overgrown 😉) and there's a real sense of relief & joy that I've been feeling seeing those signs; a combo of gladness that my car didn't break down or was hit by a moose/bear, and of happiness to be back in the familiar human realm (something like that, not sure how to explain). Secondly, it's also unifying to see the same brands in so many different places, as that creates a bond between all Canadians (in contrast, if you would drive equal distance in Europe you would likely have crossed a border with each country having its own brands/language etc). Having the same stores with the same products everywhere you go in Canada creates a commonality that clearly says: I am in Canada 🇨🇦 (actually, because CT stores are built on a standard proto design, I bought firestarters in exactly the same aisle in Pembroke as in Dryden 🤣)... I don't think this comforting & unifying aspect is apparent when you live in an urban area or only travel locally, but this roadtrip has increased my appreciation of both these Canadian brands (and I'm really not a big Tim Hortons fan although the branch in Marathon was phenomenal) .

I've rambled long enough now and need to light the fire 😃, so here's my top ten-ish of best experiences for the second month in chronological order. Scroll to my previous blogs for pictures!

1. Driving the Labrador loop including the expansive boreal forest and the Manic-5 hydro dam, QC/NL

2. Staying at Battle Harbour Island, NL

3. Seeing icebergs on the trails at Red Bay and L'Anse au Clair, NL

4 Taking the cargo boat from Blanc-Sablon to Kegashka, QC

5. Touring the Mingan archipelago (both west and east islands), QC

6. Whale watching at Cap de Bon-Désir & the Marine Discovery Centre, QC

7. Hiking the Mont du Lac-des-Cygnes at Grands-Jardins, QC

8. Meeting Nabil and spending the day in Vieux-Montreal, QC

9. SUPping at Barron Canyon & Restoule, ON

10. Hiking the pictographs trail at Lake Superior & the coastal trail at Pukaskwa parks, ON

11. Paddling on Lake Superior, ON

12. Guided PoW camp hike at Neys provincial park, ON

There's a few that I omitted such as the Manitou waterfall in eastern Québec, park La Mauricie and the Ouimet Canyon that are must-do's if you're in the area but I can't simply name everything that I did! 😉

I'll need to create better Gmaps next time I have internet on my laptop!

2nd month travel;

Total travel since 1st June;

[serenitydiviness]

Line Without Hook- Spock x OC

This chapter was a nightmare to finish, but it is done! The regular uploading schedule for this is usually Wed/Sat. However next chapter might either be early or late! Thank you to anyone who liked the previous chapters :)

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Summary: Six years ago, Yeoman Serena Zuriñe embarrassed herself by giving a drunken confession to her mentor, none other than one Commander Spock. Now she finds herself face to face with the Vulcan man she had planned on avoiding the rest of her life. What could possibly go wrong? slow burn. Fake marriage. Spock/OC

Chapter 3:

Serena felt more at ease once they entered the vessel. She looked around before finding the check-in line. 

Janice was running it, Serena noted. That gave her a sense of ease. Janice seemed nice. Nyota as well. Christine Chapel, however, made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. She shook her head before she got to the front of the line.

“Serena, right?” Janice asked. “I’m sorry. I know we spoke earlier, but I've—”

“There is no need to apologize,” Serena assured. “It is kind of you to remember my name.”

“I’m glad I got it right on the first try.” Janice laughed. “Alright, you… it looks like we have a last-minute change, so you’ll share a room with… oh, your friend.” 

Serena nodded. “She and the good doctor bonded.” 

“You’re telling me,” Janice said. “So I’m guessing the room sharing is a formality.”

“Her flirtations are rarely serious,” Serena said.

“Right. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply—”

“She and the doctor have shown a fairly short interest in each other. It is logical to jump to the thought.” Serena said. “I hope I did not come off as rude.”

“Not at all,” Janice assured. “Vulcans are very to the point, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Then you weren’t being rude. You were stating facts.” Janice gave an assuring smile. “Let's get some drinks once we’re settled.”

“Of course.” Serena smiled back. 

“Well. Let me go ahead and interrupt the happy couple.” Janice said with a giggle.

“I want to watch,” Serena said. 

****

To say, Annaleigh found Dr. McCoy—ahem, Leonard, as he insisted upon— to be charming was an understatement. She giggled a bit as he recounted a story about a Vulcan blood transfusion he had completed.

“I got the last word on both of them.” He said with a bit of a laugh. 

Annaleigh batted her eyes, smiling all the same. “Handsome and quick-witted. Leonard, I might just fall in love with you.” 

“Well, if you keep batting those pretty hazel eyes at me, I might make an honest woman out of you before this mission is over.” He teased. 

“Well, I’ll have to make you an honest man first. You  are an incorrigible flirt.” 

“I could take you to dinner as a start?” 

“Doctors!” Janice called, walking over with Serena. Annaleigh could see the small smirk on Serena’s face. She returned the look. 

“Oh Janice, everything ok?” Leonard asked, switching into his professional mode. Annaleigh could have swooned right then. 

“Yes, just needed to get Dr. Scott checked in and settled.” Janice nodded.

“We’ll talk more about dinner later, Leonard,” Annaleigh said as she and the two other women walked off. 

“Oh, we must.” He called before heading off.

“Dinner?” Janice grinned.

“Leonard?” Serena raised a brow.

“Well, ladies, he wants to make an honest woman out of me?” Annaleigh brought a hand to her chest dramatically. “Who am I to deny him my presence.” 

“You’re a flirt.”

“Prude.” Annaleigh teased. “At least I’m getting somewhere with my man.”

“Your man?” Both Janice and Serena looked at her incredulously. 

“He will be before the mission is up.” Annaleigh nodded confidently. Yes, she’d make Leonard McCoy make an honest woman out of her, and she’d be more than happy to make an honest man out of him.

“I like you two,” Janice said with a laugh. 

“Because we’re entertaining,” Serena asked.

“Oh, very much so.” Janice laughed. 

“Well, Janice, I think we’re going to be fabulous friends.” Annaleigh nodded. 

****

Serena was glad they were settled. She pulled out her PADD to look through her rotations. She looked intently through them, wondering if, for a moment, Spock would be in any of those rotations. 

“Trying to find out if you’re gonna be stuck with your hunk?” Annaleigh asked as she plopped onto the bed.

Serena gave an uncharacteristic groan, covering her face.

“Trying to avoid him?” Annaleigh asked.

“Anna, how does love work when you’re both barely human, and you’re pretty sure the other person is only nice to you out of politeness,” Serena asked as she fell back on the mattress. She could feel conflicting emotions slowly taking over any Vulcan propriety. 

“A miracle, mostly,” Annaleigh responded honestly. “Though it looked like he was ready to get you alone as soon as he could.” 

“I suppose. I wound up apologizing for that night.”

“I still can’t believe you did that. Even less that it didn’t warrant a diplomatic issue.”

“Clan V’los and Clan S'chn T'gai are political allies. But he was married at the time.”

“Damn, you slut.” 

“They’re divorced now.”

“Get drunk and go confess again.”

“Anna, why are you like this?”

“I’m an illogical sentient mass run completely by electricity and unfathomably reckless.”

Serena laughed. “You are. If you do end up involved with the doctor, I may just start believing in miracles.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Anyways, we promised Janice we would meet her and Nyota for drinks.” Annaleigh said as she stood. “Can I borrow a dress?”

“Of course.” Serena nodded as she forced herself to sit up.

“You should wear that cute prairie dress Doris got you for your 24th birthday. The brown one. It’ll look so cute with your necklace.” 

“That sounds acceptable.” Serena nodded, touching her necklace blankly. 

“You know,” Annaleigh said as she rummaged through Serena’s closet. “You could just get drunk again and make him wish he had answered you immediately.”

“Anna,” Serena said with a shake of her head. “I’ll be okay. It’ll take a few days, but I will be okay.” 

“You’re a terrible liar for a Vulcan.”

“I’m being sensible.” Serena huffed before going to grab her clothes to change. 

“You wanna jump his bones and commit a carnal marriage!” Anna sang.

“I could say the same about you and the doctor!”

“I’ve made it no secret that if Leonard McCoy asks me to share a bed, we’ll be sharing a bed for life.” 

“Whore!”

“Prude!”

***

Leonard walked into Jim’s office, all too pleased with himself. 

“You seem to be in a good mood, Bones,” Jim said.

“I’ve got a beautiful woman working med bay with me. And I might take her out to dinner.” Leonard replied as he took a seat. He gave a teasing glance to Spock. “Say, Spock, how are you planning on wooing your girl.” 

“I do not have a girl to plan to woo,” Spock said with a frown.

“Really?” Leonard looked like a small child at Christmas. “I heard, from Annaleigh, that you were quite sweet on our new toxicologist.”

“She is my friend, and I treated her accordingly,” Spock replied.

“Well, if that is the case, why don’t Jim and I have friendship necklaces?” Leonard asked, watching Spock. He could see the small moment of emotion that passed through Spock’s eyes.

“What’s this about friendship necklaces?” Jim asked with a laugh.

“Oh, can I tell him?” Leonard asked teasingly.

“I had a piece of jewelry I had no use for and gave it to Ensign Zurine. It is not being sweet as you so callously put it.” Spock replied. 

Jim laughed, seeming a bit out of it.  Leonard glanced at Spock, who returned a concerned look. 

“You alright, Jim?” Leonard asked. 

“Just in thought, Bones,” Jim replied. 

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’ll be going to the bridge soon. Go, catch up with your lady friends,” Jim shooed them off.

****

Spock and Leonard shared a glance before Leonard got up and left. Spock watched the captain before speaking.

“Does this deep thought have to do with the incident on Psi 2000?” Spock asked bluntly.

“I was worried you’d ask that,” Jim said with a laugh. “I suppose a bit of jealousy hit watching Bones flirt with our new doctor.”

“You have had numerous flirtations, Captain; I fail to comprehend the reason for your envy.” 

“A flirtation is rarely serious.”

“Because it does not guarantee a shore to walk on?” 

Spock watched as Jim flinched a bit. “Yes, Mr. Spock. You don’t have to call me out.”

Spock looked at the wall. “I will point out anything that will negatively affect the ship.”

Jim laughed a bit. “It could be that, or perhaps you have found yourself in a similar predicament?”

“I do not believe so.” 

“Really? I may not be so keen on the Vulcan ways, but you don’t tend to stare as much as you have been this day.”

Spock raised a brow. “I do not follow, Captain.”

“Let’s just say I know something you don’t want me to know.”

“Like?”  

“Oh, Spock,” Jim grinned. “You’ll have to wait and see.” 

Spock frowned and shook his head. “I’ll see you on the brig.”

“Aren’t you going to the rec room?”

“Why would I go to the recreation room?”

“Oh, Janice mentioned she, Serena, and Annaleigh would be having drinks.”

Spock raised his brow at the casual use of the women’s names. He tilted his head and looked at Jim curiously.

“Something wrong, Mr. Spock?” Jim gave an all too innocent smile.

“Nothing, Captain. I shall see you on the brig.” 

*****

Serena watched as Annaleigh entered the rec room. It was hard to ignore such a loud person, she thought. She smiled at Janice, who was waving them over.

“Hello, Janice.” Serena greeted with the Vulcan salute.

“Serena!” Janice smiled. “Annaleigh, get over here.” 

Annaleigh strutted over and sat down. “Hello, my dear!” She said with a laugh.

Serena shook her head and took her seat.

“Are the quarters okay?” Janice asked.

“They are acceptable and received with great gratitude.” Serena nodded. 

“Oh, absolutely fabulous,” Annaleigh nodded. “So, what’s the 411 on the fun around here.” 

“We’ll if we’re not on the verge of death, we have music nights, card nights. Lots of different things to boost morale between us all.” Janice said.

“Music nights must be nice,” Serena said, unable to help a soft smile.

“Are you fond of music?” Janice asked.

“Fond of music? If this girl weren’t so position-obsessed, she’d be the first Vulcan Pop star on earth.” Annaleigh teased.

“Music is a form of art that serves as a good basis of logic. It must be precise, full of intent, and pleasing.” Serena said. “It is the manipulation of sound in its most perfect form.”

“You sound very impassioned about music.” Janice smiled.

“My father was passionate about music. It was his passion after the stars.” Serena nodded.

“Doesn’t your name mean a song or something in Vulcan?” Annaleigh asked.

“She who sings for Glory… if you pronounce it correctly,” Serena confirmed.

“So your name isn’t Serena?” Janice asked. Serena could easily see her confusion. 

“Serena is how you would pronounce it in English and how it is translated into English documents. However, the correct pronunciation is a bit more difficult.” Serena explained. “My name comes from the expression She Who Sings For Glory.” 

“I see… Do we pronounce Mr. Spock’s name correctly?” Janice asked.

“Yes.” Serena lied, knowing full well Spock would have her head if she ever explained how to pronounce his name. She would never understand that man’s utter need to remain as vague as possible. She knew Vulcans were private. She was quite private in her dealings. But Spock, in her mind, lived for the dramatics of it all. She had heard the same of his father from her father and grandmother. 

Annaleigh gave her a strange look before shrugging. “Let’s drink?”

“We only have synthetic alcohol. Is that okay?” Janice asked.

“Probably for the best. We do not want a drunk Vulcan. They’re impossible.” Annaleigh teased.

“Drunken humans are worse,” Serena said with a roll of her eyes.

“Only if we’re trying to forget something.” 

Janice giggled as she stood to go grab them drinks. Serena sighed a bit, slouching forward. She felt exhausted the longer she stayed there. Still, she had promised, and she knew Annaleigh would probably be upset if she left. 

“Just two drinks, and we go to bed?” Annaleigh asked.

“I will have one, and then you can enjoy your night. Besides, I’m sure you’d like to enjoy Dr. McCoy’s presence.” Serena teased.

“You’re right.” Annaleigh nodded sagely.

“Here you ladies are!” Janice said as she brought them drinks.

“Thank you.” Serena nodded. 

“You’re an Angel, Janice,” Annaleigh said.

“Oh, I try.” Janice laughed.  

Serena smiled as the idle chat began. She listened as Janice and Annaleigh shared stories of their experiences in the academy. She was happy to be partially aware of the conversation, too tired even for her thoughts. 

“Serena,” Annaleigh’s voice snapped her out of her trance. “What was the name of that one group you liked?”

“ABBA?” Serena replied.

“Yes.” Annaleigh nodded. 

“Why?” 

“We were talking about music, remember?”

“My apologies; I was lost in thought.” 

“Do you want to call it a night?” Janice asked.

“I will retire. Please enjoy your evening.” Serena said. “We should do this again soon. Thank you for the drinks, Janice.”

“Of course! See you tomorrow!” Janice nodded.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” Annaleigh waved. 

Serena nodded before heading off. She let out a tired sigh as soon as she was alone. She knew it would likely be a bit before Annaleigh would return to the room, so it would be fine if she went to a different rec room. 

If her memory of the map she had was correct, there was a rec room nearby that she could also go to. She thought for a moment longer and decided it would be better to go t her room. She was exhausted. Any more excitement could wait. 

#spock x oc #sta trek #star trek #star trek fanfiction #janice rand/jim kirk #bones x oc #leonard mccoy x oc #chapter 3 woot

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if youre still taking requests, 19 for susahao? i loved your ginasusa ones!

Prompt 19: For luck

I've never written susahao but I hope you still like it!

“Thank you for your well wishes and goodbyes, but we do need to get going now. I’d like for us to get settled in our rooms as soon as possible,” Kazuma almost snapped.

Normally Susato would scold her brother for being impatient, but she was feeling just as antsy as him right now.

As much as she enjoyed the presence of her father and Haori, she was starting to get nervous. It wasn’t because she was going to miss her ship if she didn’t get on soon, they still had plenty of time even if Kazuma thought otherwise, but because she had always hated goodbyes. The sadness on their faces was forcing her to fight back tears.

“I agree with Kazuma-sama. It would be nice to get comfortable as soon as we can, especially for such a long journey,” Susato said.

“Oh, but I’m going to miss you so much!” Haori squealed as she wrapped her arms around Susato once more. 

When she let go, Susato grasped her friend’s hands in hers and assured, “I’m going to miss you too, and I swear I’ll write you letters to tell you everything.”

Haori pulled her hands away and grasped them in front of herself. “You really won’t forget me while you’re off having exciting adventures?”

As if she could ever forget her best friend. She already knew she would be thinking of her every day she was in Great Britain.

“Of course not!”

“Oh, Su-chan… It’s going to be so dull without you here…”

“I’m sure it won’t be so boring. You’ll have your studies, and I’ll admit I will likely end up envious of you. I don’t think it will be so exciting when I inevitably have to stop Kazuma-sama from getting into trouble.”

Haori giggled as Kazuma let out an indignant shout.

“Well, Murasame-san, I do think we need to let these two go,” Yuujin spoke up after he was done with his own laughter.

“Just one more thing!” Without warning, she pushed forward and gave Susato a kiss on the cheek. “For good luck! In your work in the courtroom and dealing with Asougi-san…” she trailed off as her face turned bright red and she hid behind her sleeve.

Susato could feel her whole face heat up as she stared at her friend. Well, now there was no possible way she would ever not be thinking of her.

“Thank you, Haori… and goodbye again.” She gave a bow and briskly turned away, dragging Kazuma with her.

Her heart never stopped feeling like it would beat out of her chest until hours later she was completely settled on the ship, but she could still feel the ghost of Haori’s gentle lips on her cheek.

#susahao #susato mikotoba #haori murasame #rei membami #dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #dgs #tgaa #ela writes #the girlies <3

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 158

Hello, peeps! The last Saturday of the year 2023 and thus my last post of the year. Wild. So let's see what I've got here, and then I'll see you again on 2024! Stay tuned for a sneak-peek for A Sign that you're important at the bottom of this post!

Current WIPs:

A Sign that you're important

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary: One month upon his assigment as Doctor Robotnik's assitant, Agent Stone is told to learn sign language. He doesn't know why, and isn't suicidal enough to ask, so he simply rolls with it. Turns out, it's not just a whimsy of the eccentric doctor, even though that doesn't stop the doctor from utilizing it like one.

Progress: The latest chapter aka chapter 2 was posted on 28th of December. The third chapter will be posted on 4th of January aka the next Thursday. Chapter 4 is almost finished. This fic will most likely have five chapters, maybe six if I get epilogue-happy or smth.

The Christmas hassle really cut into my writing time, ngl. Let's hope chapter 5 practically writes itself when I get to it so that I can keep up with the schedule nicely and perhaps get new things cooking. Or maybe just focus on Lab Life, I'm starting to feel self-conscious about writing everything but my "main project", even tho that's by design.

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Life at the laboratory

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary:

"Wanted: a yesman who is capable of operating an espresso machine, has at least a higher IQ than your average amoeba, and is willing to put work before having a personal life, or indeed a life, period. The extra in your pathetic paycheck is good, but the strain in your psyche will make up for the positives. Forfeit your basic human rights and apply today if this sounds like you." 

Maybe it said something about Agent Stone - and probably not good things - that the poster in the cafeteria's pin board piqued his interest more than any of his official assignments had for a good long while. 

Dr. Robotnik, huh?

Progress: This one will be part one of a two-parter longfic, the first part probably... 10-ish chapters? It's a bit hard to estimate at this point, so the number is subject to change - will probably end up being increased tbh. My weekly writing hour (as in, a specific hour when I sit down and write, no excuses [other than not being home]) is devoted to this fic.

I have the first four chapters completely written now. Chapter 5 is 3/4ths done. Let it be known that this chapter is difficult to write, because it involves so much research for things that nobody else will even care about and are basically just background details (actually, that applies to this whole fic tbh). It would be so much easier if I was less of a stickler for details, lol XD As a sidenote that's actually not relevant to this particular chapter, I'm failing miserably at learning to do latte art. The milk foam just turns into milk with hard whip on top. I need to invest in better equipment and fattier milk and give it another shot. The magic tricks I learned in my Hazbin fic research were so much easier >.>

I also have two halfway written chapters that don't yet know their exact placement within the fic (they're scenes that will be slotted in to wherever they feel natural, once we get Stone settled in.)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to Someday™:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Zelda: BotW)

Hah, our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest! (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into A Sign that you're important (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Robotnik let out a deep, exhausted sigh of relief upon the hotel room door closing behind him. Finally, finally the mission was as good as over, with only the paperwork and hopefully avoidable in-person debriefings left, and those were tomorrow's problems. Tonight, all that was expected of him was sleeping, and after days of planning, organizing, and finally the careful execution of the plan he was ready to give his brilliant mind a much deserved break.

"Stone, unpack the bags, order something edible and light from the room service, and ignore any and all messages and calls from the government", he said, taking off his outdoor clothes while his assistant worked in the background. He wanted a shower to wash out the sweat, grime, and the faint smell of a musty warehouse.

As soon as Stone had his pajamas laid out on his bed, he snatched them up and claimed their en-suite bathroom for himself. He couldn't get out of his nasty day clothes fast enough, and after taking out and carefully laying his hearing aids on the edge of the sink – as far away from the danger of falling in as he could manage with the limited options at hand – he hopped in the shower and let the warm water wash out the grime and stress in the blissful silence.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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[simplymekaty]

Good, bad & everything inbetween

I've really been struggling with my mental health the past 3+ months. More than I ever have. I have been afflicted with frequent episodes of 'weirdness'...this feeling is so hard to explain...like I become hyper aware that I cannot see myself - that all I ever see is my reflection. I also have odd moments of being unable to complete the most innocuous of tasks e.g. buttering some toast, without feeling like I am on the outside of my body and my hands can't handle the simple little manoeuvres required. It's not like it's an out of body hokey depersonalisation feeling where I am on the outside looking in at myself. Well it is in so much as I FEEL like I am on the outside of my body but sort of not at the same time because I am still unable to see myself. I told you...it's weird as fuck.

I feel like I am going mad in moments like this. Like I'm high on some psychedelic medication but it's certainly not a feeling I've ever experienced when taking any prescribed or unprescribed drugs.

The headaches that come afterwards are a killer too. Part of me assumes it's all the chemo hangover and I know that I am only 8 months post treatment and my body is still dealing with the chemo aftermath and that I shouldn't be too hard on myself or worry. I mean, I'm not worried at all actually. It's just so unpleasant dealing with this and feeling out of control.

I haven't helped myself by limiting my social interactions the last few months because of it. Which is massively unlike me. We are weaning me off one antidepressant & replacing it with another in the hopes they give me the much needed serotonin & noradrenaline boost that I so desperately need.

I've never been one of those people who is ashamed to admit when I am battling with my own thoughts but I do find being geographically separated from my closest friends quite difficult at times and can become a little reclusive when I don't have the energy to travel to see people. I am a lover of video chats now after always shunning them pre-COVID so that helps me stay connected but I am definitely a shadow of my former social butterfly-like self.

I wonder in part if my mental health struggles are to do with turning 50 this year & being very aware of my own mortality. I mean, sheesh...I'm too young to be this old right. And I think as well I'm very conscious that my Mom passed away at 63 and I am only 14 years away from that, which I know rationally is ridiculous. But it's there.

And it isn't that I am afraid of dying either. I think that's why I handled my whole Cancer journey as well as I did. I'm not afraid to die. It's the one sure thing in life. Death. The end. It has more to do with the fact that if I only have 15 years left on this planet, that's not a lot of time to do the things I wanna do and spend time with the people I care about. I mean hell, even if I love another 20 - 30 years that's still not enough time is it. Especially as with some friends, like those in the U.S.A, I may only see them once every 3 or 4 years or so...which might mean I only get to see them 2 or 3 times before I or any one of us does actually die. It might seem maudlin but it's just an inescapable fact.

I guess also, even though I never thought I'd settle down with someone, I should have by now, in theory, been married. And even though that wasn't something I'd ever dreamed about, part of me is sad that I won't ever get to experience that. And knowing I won't ever fall fearlessly & hopelessly in love again, that really sucks. I miss being in love. A whole lot. Though it's only fleetingly wistful these days. I refuse to get bogged down in 'whatcouldhavebeens' that stuff just eats your brain & I'm done with that.

I started to write a list of stuff that I love to do with the promise to do more of it, on my own if I have to because that girl who turned her life upside down more than once for other people, she can sure as hell do it again as a nearly 50 year old woman, but this time for herself.

So, that being said...I will always be honest about my feelings and not hold back just because I feel I might be too much for someone or be afraid of reactions.

I will do more of the things I love like camping (who knew), reading or listening to music by camp or log fire home or away, engaging in late night til sunrise talks with people who feed my soul, go to the gig - on my own if I have to, go on long roadtrip vacations & stay in log cabins on my favourite lakes & wake up to go wild skinny dipping. I will say Yes to any & all invitations to do any activity I've never done before or that I've always been too scared to do.

I will face my demons head on and refuse to let my soul be haunted by old ghosts.

What will be will be, but I will face everything from now on with that enduring spirit that has got me to where I am now. I am strong, I am resilient and I may have been down the last 3 years but I am not out.

I want to leave this earth with a head full of fantastic memories of the things I had the courage to do, not a heart filled with regret.

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