#I know it's not festive but this just occured to me (again) and I can't with them

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#I know it's not festive but this just occured to me (again) and I can't with them #also opinions in the tags are always welcome too #they are all so stupid I love them your honor #the promised neverland #tpn #ynn #yakusoku no nebārando #yakusoku no neverland #Snickers starts polls #tw: suicide

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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VI

Why hello there! I am finally back with an Eepy Boi update!! Sorry it took me so long to get around to posting this, between the holidays and my work schedule being all over the place and a heap of other junk it took me a bit, lol. We're taking a little jump back? Forward? In time this chapter, the Fall Festival is finally upon us... Maybe a little bit of tension starts to occur? This is going to be a very fun chapter hehe. Thank all of you so so much for your continued support during my hiatus, I see every single note, reblog, and kudos on this fic, I read every single comment I get, all of you are absolutely wonderful, again, thank you. If you would like to be added to my tag list for this fic, please let me know! If you ever want to come be crazy over the Sleep Token boys with me, shoot me an ask or a message! Now onto the good stuff, I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: None, fluff, not proofread

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

Part V - Part VI

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“Absolutely not.” Vessel responds blankly as he flips through one of the magazines by the register.

“Ves, come on.” You groan. “It's one night.”

“Yeah, one night with a whole group of people that want to run us out of town.” He retaliates in the same bored tone as he turns another page.

“Everyone's going to be wearing costumes, no one will know it's you.” You offer as you start bagging his purchase.

“They've seen pictures of us, love.”

“What? Those blurry, grainy sasquatch looking photos from the paper?” You sigh, handing him the bags. “Listen, I know you're worried. I know you just want to keep everyone safe, but you hiding yourselves away is only going to make people more suspicious.” You could feel his eyes studying your face.

“I get the slightest feeling that something is wrong we leave, do we have a deal?” He sticks out his hand to you, you clap your own into his without hesitation, giving it a firm shake. “I agree that people might be more comfortable with us being in town if we can exist in the same space without an issue… I just hope you're right about this.” 

“I'll be right by your side the whole time.” You exchange a soft smile.

“Are you closing early that day?” He asks.

“Of course, I have to get into costume myself.” You giggle. “I'll be closing at noon that day, but I can always reopen if you guys want to stock up afterwards.” You offer.

“It’s not that, I wouldn't want to trouble you.” He chuckles. “I was thinking maybe we could meet here before the festival.” 

“I'd like that.” 

“Then it's a date.” He bows his head slightly in dismissal before pushing out the door.

The next day the store was abuzz with excited children picking out glow sticks, mother's buying ingredients for their bake sale items, and last minute costume necessities for all the town's residents. “Miss (Y/N)!” You can't help but smile as a young boy with messy brown hair and a gapped tooth smile rushes up to the counter.

“Daclan, she's busy-” his mother starts, a bubbly school teacher you had gotten to know quite well since she had moved to town.

“Don't worry about it, Siobhan.” You chuckle, pulling the bucket of candy out from behind the counter and discreetly offering it to him. You lean down slightly, “if you don't tell the other kids I'll let you take two.” You whisper with a wink. He shoves his hand into the bucket before quickly and triumphantly retrieving his candy.

“Miss (Y/N), are you coming to the Fall festival?” He asks excitedly.

“Of course I am, I wouldn't miss it for the world.” You smile. “What's your costume going to be this year?” He starts rambling on about his skeleton costume as you ring the two of them up.

“Woah! Mom, look at him!” Your attention flashes over to the door to see Vessel frozen in place as every pair of eyes in the store land on him. As quickly as he caught their attention it was gone, the bustling energy returning once more as everyone continued their shopping. You motion him closer with a wave of your hand. Declan stared up at the large masked man in amazement. “What are you supposed to be?”

Vessel gives you the briefest of looks, not exactly sure how to respond at first. But, seeing the boy's bright smile and lack of fear, it warmed his heart. He leans down, resting his elbows on the counter to bring himself closer to eye level. “The Grim Reaper, pretty scary, right?” He says with a grin.

“Awesome!” Declan exclaims in response. “Mom, can we make a costume like his next year?” Vessel chuckles at the young boy’s excitement.

“Sure thing, honey.” She ruffles Declan’s hair. “Come on, let’s let Miss (Y/N) close up so she can get ready.” You exchange goodbye’s with her, Declan telling you that he hopes you get to see his costume before hurrying out the door.

“So far so good.” You remark as you lean against the counter, you and Vessel shifting to more easily face each other. “I promise tonight will be fun.” You reach out, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Well, if you talk so highly about this festival, I can't see any harm in giving it a shot.” You wait for your last few customers to file out of the store before locking up.

“Where's everyone else?” You ask, looking out in the empty lot for their truck.

“They're in back, I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all.” You click off your open sign with a smile, motioning with a nod for Vessel to follow you out the front door. Your keys jingled in your hand as you struggled with the lock. “You'd think after all this time I wouldn't mess this up.” You sigh. The front door had a tendency to not shut fully unless things were maneuvered a certain way; the keys had to be slid into the lock a certain way, you had to push the door fully shut with your shoulder, you felt your cheeks start to burn as you struggled with something so simple in Vessel’s presence.

“Mind if I give it a try?” He offers quietly. You shuffle out of his way, the heat of his body noticeable against yours as he slid a little too close behind you. He jiggles the key slightly, slamming his shoulder into the glass pane’s metal frame, managing to slide the deadbolt into place. He pulls on the handle a couple times, making sure it's fully secure, before turning to you with a proud smile. “There, that should do it. He follows you out back, the other three members of the usual group lounging in the cab of the truck. IV was the first to notice you, perking up in his seat when his eyes landed on your approaching form. He nudges II, who looks up immediately from the book he was reading at the mention of your name.

“Where's your costume?” III asks in mock annoyance. He hops down from his place situated in the bed of the truck, his long strides allowing him to approach you quickly and pull you into his arms. He pulls back slightly, his blue eyes finding yours and making you freeze under their warm gaze. “Promise me I'll get you to myself for at least a little while tonight.” You could hear the smile he was wearing under his mask lace it's way through his words. Before you had a chance to respond the passenger door of the truck was kicked open, IV practically falling to the ground as he scrambled out. Your eyes darted up to three, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gazed down at you. He gives you a quick wink before he steps back, satisfied with your flustered state. 

IV bounds up to you, excitedly taking your hands in his. “I can't wait to see your costume.” You jump slightly as a warm hand if placed against your lower back, you caught the sight of II in your peripheral.

“Well we have to let her go get changed into it first.” He chuckles. “It's good to see you, love.”

“Come on guys.” You chuckle, motioning for the four of them to follow you. “You can hang out upstairs while I get ready.”

It always made your heart swell every time they were all together in one place. The warm, me jovial energy that filled your apartment had you practically skipping to your room to get changed. You could hear the four of them continue to talk in the living room, just quiet enough to make it so you couldn't hear. You opened your closet, pulling out the neatly packaged bag that contained your costume. You shimmied into the tight dress, the stretchy fabric hugging all of your curves just right. Was this the most original costume in the world? Absolutely not. But, considering you were hoping to catch the attention of some masked men in particular this evening, you figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little cliche. You did your makeup as quickly as you could, a dark smokey eye that was finished off by you drawing a little black nose at the tip of your own with eyeliner. You grabbed the headband from your vanity, adjusting it perfectly atop your head before giving yourself one final once over in the mirror and heading back out to your waiting guests. The room fell silent the second you stepped through your door, four pairs of eyes locked on your small form. All of the sudden attention made you feel self conscious about your costume choice, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You wrapped your arms around your torso, your cheeks warming as you looked between the four. “Does it look ba-”

You didn't have a chance to finish your question before they were all scrambling out of their various seats towards you. All of them reassuring you that you looked fantastic and apologizing for staring. Your small group prepared to head out, III hung back to wait for you, his monstrous form taking up most of the doorway. You smile up at him as you straighten up from pulling on your shoes. “You look beautiful.” He compliments you softly, making your cheeks warm.

“Thank you.” He slips his hands into yours, his lips warm through his mask as he places a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Ready to get going?” You nod, letting your hand reluctantly fall from his.

You piled into their truck, you were currently squished in between Vessel and II, III and IV curled up in the bed. “So, you're all excited about this festival, what are we even going to be doing?” Vessel asks suddenly, breaking the silence in the truck.

“Well,” you start, “there's going to be a lot of food, hay rides, a costume contest, lots of vendors from around the town, a few rides, a haunted house. It's nothing spectacular, but I’m hoping it will make you guys feel more at home here.” You noticed him and II exchange a look over your head. It wasn't long before you pulled into the bumpy dirt parking lot of the fair grounds. III vaulted out of the truck, his heavy boots landing on the ground with a loud thud. You notice II shove him back slightly as he holds out his hand to help you out of the truck. He gives your hand a soft squeeze before dropping it, you were quickly surrounded by the four men, all of you chatting happily as you made your way up to the festival. The four froze, taking in the chaotic sight before then. IV reached out, slipping his hand into yours.

“There's a lot of people, huh?” He asks, startling back slightly as a child rushes past his legs.

“The whole town’s probably going to show up.” You explain. You lean on closer to him, “you alright big guy? We can always turn around and go back to my place if this is too much.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“I think I can handle it if you're by my side.” You noticed his features soften as he smiles under his mask. Your cheeks warm, your eyes darting to the ground in an attempt to try and hide your flustered expression.

“Where should we start?” III slips an arm around your shoulder, you instinctually lean into his side.

“You're the expert, love, lead the way.” Vessel shoots you a sharp grin. The group stayed close to your side, forming a buffer between you and the rest of the crowd. You wandered from booth to booth, letting the boy's childlike wonder take over as they excitedly showed you small trinkets and hand made gifts they stumbled across. The booth of old ladies selling goat milk soap cooed over how adorable all your costumes were, slipping sweets into all your hands as you made your way out. You paused in front of a vendor selling handmade jewelry, you jumped slightly as a hand came to rest on your waist.

“That would look very pretty on you.” II’s gentle voice meets your ears.

“You think so?” You ask through a flustered giggle. II asked to see the necklace in question, the beautifully wire wrapped crystal sparkling in the gradually setting sun. “It is really pretty.”

“How much?” He asks without hesitation. The young woman running the stand told him the price, to which II shocked you by immediately purchasing the necklace. He steps behind you, your hand raising to the unfamiliar weight as it falls around your neck. “A beautiful necklace for the most beautiful woman in the world.” His warm breath bounces off your cheek as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. You glance over your shoulder, your eyes immediately finding his bright blue ones.

“You know you didn't have to buy me anything.” You see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

“What if I wanted to?” You didn't miss the teasing tone that had laced its way into his words. You traced a finger along the cool metal wire, fully turning yourself to face him. You glance up at him through your lashes, struggling to find the right words to say to thank him. You pushed yourself up onto your toes, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I think that’s very sweet. Thank you, II.” You perk up at the sound of one of the others calling your name, III appearing at your side and slipping his hand into yours.

“Mind if I steal her from you?” He quickly asks II.

“Not at all.” He holds up his hands with a soft chuckle. “I'm sure I'll manage to snag her back later.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.

“What a shame,” III leans down to murmur quietly in your ear, “looks like I'm going to have to beat them off with a stick to get you to myself.”

“Careful, you're all going to make me think you have a crush on me or something.” You tease in response, shooting him a playful smile of your own.

“Only a pretty little thing like you could handle something like that.” He winks. “I want to make sure you eat before IV gets over excited and drags you off to the rides.” He jokes with a smile. He tucks you safely into his side, helping you avoid the bustling crowd that surrounded you.

“Are you having a good time?” You ask him softly. He glances down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

“Yeah, I’m spending time with you, of course I’m having a good time.” You let out a bashful giggle, quickly turning away as you feel your cheeks grow warm. 

As the evening carried on you couldn't help but notice II grow more fidgety with every passing hour, occasionally leaning into Vessel to whisper something only for the taller man to clap him on the shoulder and give him a reassuring grin. You were currently sat in a circle on the ground, finding a nice place in the open field to settle down and have some good together. You laughed as IV expertly stole a bite of your corn dog faster than you could comprehend what had happened. “What's your favorite ride?” II suddenly chimes in from his position sitting across from you.

“I'm personally a big fan of the haunted house, I think all the cheap jump scares are fun.” You respond with a laugh.

IV makes an intrigued noise. “We should all go on!”

“Only two people can ride together, unfortunately.”

“Well, how about you ride with me then?” II winks at you, making you blush.

“If you think you can handle it.” You tease in response. II stands, offering you his hand which you eagerly accept. He hoists you from the ground, pulling you into his side and slinging his arm across your shoulders. Vessel tagged along with IV, knowing it would be the only way to stop him from complaining about how he wanted to go too, III elected to stay back to save your spot. You all chatted happily as you stood in line, the slow creeping pace allowing them to see a little of what the ride had in store for them.

Brown metal buggies horribly painted to look like wood creaked along the track, bat shaped hood ornaments were barely recognizable after years of dings and chipped paint.A repeating track of over dramatic screams and ghoulish moaning looped from the speakers. “Next in line, please!” The ticket collector barked, IV and Vessel stepped up first, IV practically vibrating with excitement as he waited for the all clear to get on. II’s arm slid around your waist as you stepped forward, waiting patiently for the next cart to wheel itself into place. “Y’all have fun.” He waves you on. II helps you step into the cart, your body thudding against the thin, leather covered padding on the seat.

“You’re not going to get all scared on me now, are you?” You ask in a playful tone.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be right here to protect you.” He returns with a smirk. Your body lurched slightly as the buggy started to move. You were hit with a blast of cold air as you crept into the dark space, II’s arm wrapping around your shoulders, you found yourself instinctually snuggling into his side. You jumped slightly, giggling over being startled by the second air cannon you had rolled past.

You rolled past a growling werewolf, “Look, you can see the wires.” You nudge him slightly, pointing upwards.

“I personally think it adds to the experience.” He chuckles, you can’t help but laugh yourself. “You’re so beautiful.” You feel your breath freeze in your lungs at his compliment. You clung to him as something shot out of the darkness at you, it took you a moment to recognize the plastic skeleton’s limbs rattling at you. Your eyes are drawn back to him as you feel a warm hand slip over your cheek. “And you thought I was going to be the one getting scared.” He chuckles, his eyes flashing briefly to your lips. “Cute.” He fidgets with the edge of his mask for a moment, stretching the black fabric away from his neck. “Can- can I, um…” He swallows thickly, his confidence immediately crumbling as you continue to cling to him for comfort. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, your wide eyes glimmering in the dim light. Without hesitation II lifts his mask, his lips slotting perfectly against your own. Your hand slides over his chest, you could feel his heart pounding under your palm. As quickly as the kiss had started it was over, II’s mask already neatly back in place by the time your eyes fluttered open. You hide your face against his neck, hoping he hadn’t noticed your flustered appearance. “That was nice.” He suddenly chimes in, making you giggle. You both reluctantly shuffle away from each other as the exit opens in front of you, squinting under the bright lights. II offers you his hand to help you from the cart, your eyes meeting his as he smiles. Your pinky wraps around his as he lets his hand slip out of your grasp. You hear him laugh softly at your actions, allowing your fingers to stay linked.

“That wasn’t even scary.” IV groans as you approach.

“I never said it was scary, I just said I liked it.” You respond. Vessel smiles down at you.

“How was riding with II?” He asks with a chuckle. Your cheeks immediately warm at the question.

“We had fun.” You get out through a nervous giggle. 

“Well, look who’s back.” You can’t help but smile at III’s cheerful tone. He hoists himself up from his position on the ground with a soft groan. “How was it beautiful?” Your eyes trailed after the people that were starting to gather in the open field.

“It was fun.” You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you thought about kissing II. “See anything interesting while we were gone?”

“There’s a pretty good band playing over there.” He nods somewhere behind you. “Want to go check it out?”

“Sure.” You can’t help but smile as you feel the warmth of III’s hand brush against yours. The two of you lazily strolled in the direction of the music that floated through the air. A local folk group was currently performing under a gazebo, a small dance floor set up in front of the stage. You laughed as III took your hand and spun you around in time with the music, pulling you to him and swaying you in his arms.

“Do you know how to dance?” He asks with a grin.

“Not very well,” you giggle in response, “but I feel like with you that won’t matter too much.” You found yourself easily falling into a rhythm with him, every small misstep and teasing comment from him made you both crumble into fits of laughter. You both paused, looking up at the sky with the rest of the crowd as fireworks started going off overhead. III continues to hold you close, your arms sliding over his shoulders as the two of you watch the display. He fully encircles your waist with one arm, his hand sliding over your cheek, turning your face in order for his warm lips to find yours. Unlike the kiss with II, III took his time letting the sensation of kissing you sink in. You felt so small in his arms, the gentle dominance he had over the kiss allowing your body to fully relax into his embrace as your eyes fluttered shut. He traces a thumb along your jaw before hesitantly pulling away.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He rushes to apologize, his body relaxing at the sight of the soft smile that had laced its way across your lips. Your eyes meet his, bright blue irises scanned your features with an adoration you had never seen. “I really like you.”

“III-”

“There you guys are!” He jolts back from you, the sudden lack of warmth making you shiver. “We’ve been looking all over the place for you!” It was IV, he jogged up to you. “Vessel wants to get going.”

You found yourself in the cab of the truck between Vessel and IV, II and III electing to sit in the bed for the ride back to your place. Your mind raced as you played over both men kissing you over and over again in your head. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand there was II, his silent charm and the undeniable intimacy the two of you have has drawn you in from the beginning. But then there was III, who made your heart race and dominated every aspect of your senses whenever you were with him. Who, despite his monstrous size, was always so gentle with you. You were absolutely torn. You rumbled into the store’s parking lot, Vessel parking the truck around back. You stood at the bottom of your stairs in a small circle. “Well, I hate to admit it, but that was pretty fun.” Vessel grins at you, there were murmurs of agreement amongst the group.

“Do you guys want to come up for a bit? There’s, um, there’s kind of something I need to talk to you about.” You fidget with your hands as you nervously put the statement out there. You were going to deal with feeling conflicted the only way you knew how, by facing the problem head on.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Hello darling! No pressure (I fukin tried to write this anon and YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN), but I keep thinking about a workaholic reader who needs cared for! It’s the beginning of a new year but she’s already worn out from last year.

You write such a real Steve, can he be stern about it? Tough, rewarding love? And you can request (that I stfu) anything from me, I wish you the whole world 💚💚💚💚

Drag me kicking and screaming :P

Dear bestie,

You bish. Fine. I see what you did there. Be warned, I'mma tap you back for this. Oh, it'll happen...

Not Today

Warnings for...Steve is a bit of a hypocrite? and that might be it? Oh, and Steve uses completely canonical profanity. It's literally the exact same line. You're welcome. WC 3.1k

The tech support department is a team. There are about a dozen people who are tasked with directly answering any Avenger's call at any time, day or night or holiday. You know your own team but not socially since you all rotate and shift hours. It's a fairly lonely job, and that's fine.

The world's superheroes don't know your names, can't distinguish your voices, and don't really care which of you picks up as long as they get the information they need. Steve Rogers is guilty of this, too. It's not on purpose, but he still struggles to remember more than just a 2-D connection can come from technology. Old habits are hard to break.

Then came Thanksgiving, and Steve took several for the team by coordinating casual progress on a few upcoming missions while the rest of the Avengers scattered to celebrate with family. He still saw people; he still enjoyed the festivities. He just also worked.

That's when Steve noticed.

He called your department at 1900h after the big dinner because a document scan was cut off oddly and he needed to see the original. You answered. 

He called again after the house was quiet and everyone slept. At 2300h, you answered. 

With barely-bridled irritation, Steve called instead of a morning run because he needed clarification on a recon analysis. You answered at the ripe 0500h, but he was too distracted to notice it was the same voice until that afternoon.

When it occurred to him that the same person answered four calls in a row, Steve asks for your name, but you politely remind him you aren’t supposed to say it over the line.

“Plus, it’s not important, Captain Rogers. Answering your questions is.”

He doesn’t like that one bit.

After the holiday though, it’s you picking up less often. The others are back in rotation more, and perhaps it was just a fluke, he thinks. If you can’t say your name, you certainly can’t tell him that you filled in for coworkers hoping to spend just a few extra hours with their families.

Your team works out of one central computer lab which Steve knows, but since it’s all by phone and online, remote shifts are common. Steve wouldn’t have time to stalk around the facility anyway.

He lets it go.

On his way out to the landing pad one night, Sam Wilson joins him in the elevator, suited up, ready, and on the phone.

“Thanks, Genie, I’ll call if there’s anything else,” Sam says before hanging up and nodding at Steve. “Ready?”

“Always,” he grunts back. “Who’s Jeannie?”

“One of the techs.”

“She told you her name?” Steve looks stunned. One of your coworkers doesn’t seem to follow the rules.

“Didn’t. She’s just particularly magical…and effectively trapped in a bottle since she’s always on the phone, I guess.”

Oh—Steve gets it now—Genie is like a nickname. That doesn’t explain why it is still you (because he just knows it’s you) answering calls so frequently.

“Are they short-staffed or something? People out on leave?”

Sam shrugs. “I don’t know, Cap. She just tells me what I need to know.”

They head off on their mission.

Steve Rogers doesn’t have much of a social life. Ok, fine, he doesn’t have any social life, but he’s a curious sort of man. It bugs him to not understand what’s going on around him, and in theory, this isn’t a huge mystery. He pulls up the time logs for the on-call analysis team and glances over it.

Whether he expected a simple coincidence or a mostly-female staff now that could sound similar, Steve’s not sure, but what he finds infuriates him by proxy. He stops himself from looking up the personnel file for your employee number though. He’s not so mad as to break that protocol.

For another week or so, he fights the urge to hang up on you and call again since he knows there are likely at least three other people available. It probably wouldn’t make his point clear because Steve doesn’t know what his point is yet. Instead, he grits his teeth and does his work, oblivious to his annoyance growing.

Until Christmas Eve when he walks by the lobby coffee bar just as he’s dialing your team’s hotline.

He doesn’t notice at first but the woman next in a long line to order scurries out to hold the phone to her ear, pinning it to her shoulder and opening her laptop right there as she stands. He hears your response echo in both his ears and looks up.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he huffs, stomping over.

It’s only when he snatches your phone away that you realize he’s there. “Oh, gosh, sir—I mean, hello, Captain.”

“What are you doing?!”

He’s downright terrifying when angry, and his fury coupled with your alarm makes you shrink in your own skin.

“I—I just—“

“What is this? Day nine? In a row?!” His voice cracks slightly as he barks out questions he already knows the answer to. He sees people staring around you, so he points down the far hall. “Conference room, now.”

He keeps your phone in hand and ignores it ringing three times before you even make it to the giant table. You look tired. He complains it’s unhealthy but when you try to say something he cuts you off and asks when you last ate. That’s simple, right? You have to feed yourself.

“I was in line, sir. That’s what I was doing.”

“Then you shouldn’t have answered the phone. Sit there, no, right there.” He points and presses one finger against the wood for emphasis. “You don’t move. You don’t leave this room. I’m taking this—“ he pockets your phone “—and you sit there.”

As he’s about to let the door close behind him, he turns. “And if you so much as touch that laptop…”

It’s explicitly clear that you are still terrified, but you nod.

He comes back with food from their private lounge, a variety since he doesn’t know if you have restrictions or allergies. There’s water and coffee already in the room. He sits and eats something with you, staring until you munch on a few things.

When he’s satisfied, he stands and hands back your silenced phone. “I don’t want to catch you overworking like this again, you hear?”

Your very wide eyes blink twice.

He takes that as yes, wraps his knuckles on the table, and goes back to his own work.

Steve gets exactly what he wants. You log long—but no extra—shifts all the way through to New Year. He never hears your voice when he’s not supposed to.

Except…he celebrated the clock striking midnight with Wilson, Torres, and some other employees on the roof, and after the crowd dissipated, Steve couldn’t get to sleep. He walks (wanders) the halls when this happens. The building is empty.

Of course, the building is not empty, so Steve smacks the glass door open in frustration.

“Nobody works in this lab for third shift.”

You’re startled, ripping your headset off and half-rising from a rolling chair. “This is my shift, and…I’m not nobody.”

“Agreed,” he spits before realizing how that sounds. “Gah—“ he runs his hand through his hair, pulling harder than necessary “—this is insufferable.”

“Agreed,” you mumble, sitting back down with a questioning gaze.

Thinking of nothing else to say, Steve then bursts, “have you at least eaten?”

“Uh…it’s two in the morning. It’s not a meal time.” You flinch at his powerful huff. “Have you? Do you need to eat, Captain Rogers?”

You point him toward a tiny table.

Of course, the phone rings, but he stares you down. “Are there other people working remotely?”

“Yeah but—“

“But what,” he says in a very specific way to indicate there is no correct response except—

“Nothing. I am actually supposed to work though.”

“Seventy-plus hours this week and you still think it’s required?” Steve kicks himself internally. He just showed his hand.

“No…?”

“Just stop—“ He doesn’t get to finish.

His phone rings, and he suddenly can’t say squat. Steve simply answers it, wearing the most sternly disappointed face he can muster, and leaves.

He gets bold. Something about the anger boiling up inside him at the whole situation makes him far more aggressive at trying to change your habits, more so now that he’s seen your face. You’re not a 2-D sound anymore. You’re real, and you really work too much.

He keeps a closer track of the time logs and sees you’ve, in fact, reduced your hours. Then he hears Torres say something about ‘you rock, Genie’ on the phone…nine hours after he spoke to you that morning. So he checks and you’re not on-call. That’s when he realizes you’ve been working after and before clocking in so it looks like you have no overtime.

That’s nonsensical to Steve. He’s livid.

He picks out one of the burner phones constantly available to his Team and does something he’s not super proud of but feels justified in: he looks up your address in your file. It ends up not being a huge deal because you live in an apartment complex almost entirely rented out by compound employees. Still. Steve folds in his own self-condemnation with his fury at your deceit.

And you lied. You lied to him.

He drives over and stands by the door, flips open the phone, and calls the hotline.

“Ready,” a female voice chirps. It’s customary. No chit-chat just immediately prepared to listen to and research the caller’s question, but he can’t be sure it’s you from one word. Then Steve realizes he can’t say anything because he’ll give away that he also knows you have screened his calls from his normal number during times you are supposed to be off.

“Unclear. Weak audio connection. Boosting in three, two—“

Steve pounds on your door because goddamnit, stop working, woman. There’s a very sharp squeak from the phone (and through the entry) before the line cuts out. His heart rate and breathing spike in anger when he hears a muffled, “what do you want?”

It’s sad, not quizzical or alarmed. You’ve looked through the peephole at him.

“Open the door,” Steve says in his Captain voice, and you do, right away, unable to not comply. He wiggles the phone. “I know for a fact three other people are on-call. Explain yourself.”

You’ve also straightened in anger, but the posture is defensive and fragile. “It’s not like my work suffers, and I can keep going—“

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should,” he barks back, stepping over the threshold and blocking the entire doorway. “And you suffer even if the work doesn’t.”

You have no rebuttal for a long moment, frowning at his intrusion until you try again.

“Well, you…you’ve been up since at least five—“

“I have a physical advantage to handle more than you on less sleep.”

Your face sours further. “And that makes you better than me?!”

He’s defeated by that, having first scared the daylights out of you by yelling in the atrium, then interrupting you at the lab, and now showing up at your home to yell some more. Steve isn’t at all sure what’s gotten into him.

His shoulders sink. He finally takes a second to look around.

“You’re done. You are off work for the night. Do not pick up that phone.” He snatches it away again. “Just do something else.”

Without moving your feet, your whole body swivels to look around your apartment. You fill the silence with a short sniffle before confessing, “I…I don’t have anything else to do.”

Neither does he. Steve has not a single clue what he’d do if he were told the exact same thing.

“It won’t fit,” you gasp in frustration.

Steve sighs. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” He continues to watch you struggle, leaning forward just enough so his breath fans over your face. “Go on. You can do it. It’s meant to be.”

“Shut up,” you whimper before dropping the slippery piece in defeat.

“You know in real life—“ he clucks his tongue “—they make cars big enough for your brood there.”

“Steve, this is the game of LIFE. I don’t know that anyone is supposed to end up with five children and a spouse. I’ll just have to strap him to the top of the van.”

As you delicately lay the little man to the side, Steve frowns.

“That’s no way to treat your beloved second son!”

“Who said it was my son I kicked outta the car?”

He barely stifles a laugh and goes to spin for his turn, but not Steve’s turn.

In order to make the game last longer, and because you both have somewhat alter egos, you are playing with Steve, Captain America, Genie, and yourself.

Genie has apparently been super busy having five children. It’s ridiculous.

So Captain America scores one for his perfect little life: a mansion.

“Look at you, Mister Two-Kids-and-A-White-Picket-Fence,” you chide.

One boy and one girl, of course. It’s now the running joke of the game that everyone’s life is terrible compared to Cap’s, even Steve’s.

Steve has three sons, and he keeps grumbling that he wants a daughter. You have offered him one of yours. He feigned offense. He openly hopes to avoid ending up like Genie though.

“I guess I’m just very dedicated to servicing my customers,” you joke in your best phone voice.

Steve sputters and blushes, putting down his to-go container in favor of sipping more water.

He withheld your phone to order, too, and insisted on paying for the obscene amount of food (because he eats like a horse, it seems). In addition, you are required to have half a glass of water every time your phone goes off. Self-care, he says. Hydration is good.

His phone has vibrated a few times as well, and because he’s him, Steve always answers to make absolutely sure it’s not urgent. He talks in his Captain voice, which gave you the idea to make him play the board game like that. He’s actually quite funny trying to get it together and ‘act the part’ while he spins a tiny rainbow dial that he’s already broken twice.

The air of irritation he arrived with has dissipated, and he smiles more. It makes you smile to see him relax. He’s more animated than you would have guessed. He holds himself very straight and still as Cap; Steve is a lot more approachable and a lot easier to make fun of.

He almost left in a completely flabbergasted huff when his original suggestion was for you to have a hot bath or something. Your quick “what are you gonna do? Watch me?” made Steve nearly crawl out of his skin in apology, but you decided to put him out of his misery and suggested eating instead.

“Right. Food,” he muttered under his breath, “that’s a good, basic life requirement…”

And that’s when you also had the idea for this game.

Best decision ever.

He’s never played, so you only made it through a few turns before the delivery arrived. Steve is practically a natural…a natural loser, that is, and it somehow makes him even more perfect. As Cap, he fights for justice, but he doesn’t fight over game rules or what’s fair about random cards and moving in an arbitrary pattern on the board. He doesn’t care if he wins, and oddly, you feel like the gleam in his eyes says “I’m winning by just being here.”

You feel the same. This is the most fun you’ve had in a long time, and it’s just a stupid foldout piece of cardboard. He’s just that magical.

So you both hide away in your own little bottle all night.

More jabs, more setbacks, more triumphant returns from behind later, and you barely care who wins. You chat absently between every spin. You have too much fun going wild with your alter ego’s stories. Then it’s past the three-hour mark of no-calls and quite late.

The food isn’t all gone, so you hop up to make Steve a doggy bag to take home. He shifts from relaxed to wildly awkward in the space of your walk back over.

“So,” he drawls, staring at your two phones on the coffee table, side by side and silent.

“So,” you mimic with a smirk, “I promise to not work until tomorrow, logged in or not. You have my word. Scouts’ honor.”

“I’d say I trust you—“ he bobs his head around, thinking “—but I don’t, so I might have to check up on you.”

“Oh dear,” you gasp. “A home visit? Expected or unexpected?”

He clearly feels bad about how he ended up here for the night, but Steve steps forward to take the wrapped offering of leftovers.

“Maybe expected. Next week? Same time?”

“Sure. I can survive on eating once a week.” It’s cheeky and a little forward of you, implying you might only eat with him and so he should see you that much more, but Steve beams.

He squints a little. “Or maybe sooner?”

“I’d like that. This…this was fun.” You step closer to gently kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Captai—Steve. Thanks.”

“Next time, I want a daughter,” he laughs, tilting to kiss your cheek, too, and then he jumps back and slaps his forehead. “No. Not like. I’m so sorry. That came out all wrong.”

You cackle while he still tries to correct himself.

“We can play the game. And in the game, it would be nice if—would you stop? I didn’t mean it like that.”

A few big breaths has you settling but just barely.

“I know, but hey, maybe next time you’ll be the one tied up?”

Steve swallows hard with huge eyes.

“To the top of the van, that is, because you would give up your seat for the children, right?”

Yeah, he would, he agrees and sees himself out, adding one more good night as he plucks his phone back, pushing it into his pocket next to the burner.

On his ride home, he already has the urge to check.

“Hey,” you answer immediately. “What’s up?”

“You aren’t supposed to pick up. You promised,” he snorts, smiling.

“But I knew it was you.”

He’ll be mad at that eventually. He should be mad at that. He could give another Captain speech about overworking and caring for yourself and yadda yadda, but not today.

No. Not today.

Today, you cared for each other, even though you didn’t know how, even though you didn’t want to, even though it was hard. Tomorrow, you can both care even more.

Immediately started bawling. Whoops.

Reminder to self: it isn't even the big things that make you feel cared for. Sometimes it's just a very simple joy.

[Main Masterlist]

#ro answers #hypocrites unite! #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers hurt/comfort #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader

[zeevoidlight]

I wonder...

I don't know how people came to the headcanon that the Hero's Shade/The Hero of Time came back to Hyrule and died in this armor as part of the royal knights defending Zelda, probably in a great battle. Maybe it's a manga thing or a popular theory. But I have a different headcanon to why he might look like that.

His armor doesn't look at all like something from Hyrule. Is not Hylian, Goron, Zora or Gerudo, or anything similar. But I do feel like it makes sense with the type of shapes and decorations from Termina, from the Stone Tower temple and Ikana more closely. At least according to what I see. There's a lot more sand tones and reds, more round shapes and decorations that feel like painted that fill the blank spaces to make them pop up. I think his armor is so strange because it's supposed to make us understand that he died elsewhere, somewhere like Termina to connect the dots backwards to Majora's Link.

There is still of course all those things that theories point out to suggest that Link didn't stayed in Termina and actually came back to settle with Malon to eventually make Twilight Link a direct descendant of him, and I do believe that there's truth there too. But at the same time I don't see how that makes it impossible for him to not be able to go back and forth between the two realms like the Happy Mask Salesman does or Skullkid himself (unless you believe that Termina was a dream or illusion). Termina is like Wonderland but is not a dream, is just another dimension accessible through the Lost Woods portal.

So, if I may, what I think is that he stayed in Termina for a while when the Majora's mask ordeal ended. After all there's a huge gap we don't know anything about the hero of time, his entire young and adult life, and then we skip to many years after his death in the era of his descendant.

I have the headcanon that he had to stay to perform with the Indigo-go's at the festival after Majora was defeated, and also had to explain Lulu the situation of her being a single mother of six at least (where they six? I don't remember), finish some side quests that needed to be repeated but with a bit more time for it. Maybe even be with skullkid enough for him to later carve that image of both Link and himself playing together, like wanting to immortalize a good memory of both having a good time and not just it being in skullkid's imagination of what it might have been if Link stayed longer or just symbolism of their friendship. It makes for a better story to me.

Then, maybe a little grown up to say.. his appearance in his adult form (17 yo), Link returned to Hyrule and found himself being flooded with memories (I'm decorating the explanation a bit), and visiting places he and Malon crossed paths again. They become friends, fall in love (maybe encouraged by Talon between jokes and being serious), and they start to have a life in the ranch as a couple with some kids.

But it doesn't take to long until that desire of being a hero creep again into his mind. Link just can't let go the feeling that he needs to make honor to that title by being a hero, and people need to know of his deeds, is his responsibility and the weight he has to carry. But the only place that could fulfill that desire is beyond Hyrule and probably beyond Termina. We are assuming Ganondorf's execution hasn't yet occured but will be in Link's time, just later. For now Hyrule was at peace. Is the job of the hero to never let his guard go down and wait for a disaster to occur.

So with that in mind, he started to go back to Termina. For longer periods each time trying to find the next threat that might find it's way into Hyrule (because that's the only thing he's learned from childhood if anything), promising Malon he'd come back, taking longer and longer trips each time. Leaving useful things for the next hero in case he didn't return. But why Termina? Because as Aonuma has said, Termina is named like that because it's a Terminal, like an airport, so it might be kind of like a Hub to get access to other worlds, or where other dimensions connect to.

He found nothing though.

But, if you believe in the Stone Tower temple theory by Monster Maze, which is very cool and interesting on its own but basically it says that the tower is not from Termina or Hyrule, is a portal to a realm beyond Gerudo desert, so if you subscribe to that theory like I do then we can create a narrative with it. Let's say that our Link here started to investigate this temple, and that he found the Realm that connects to the tower, he found the people that built it. Or maybe he just found something more in the kingdom of Ikana, a new conflict or a mystery to solve. He should be a full adult person by then. He found another adventure and another realm that needed his help. He donned the armor, he fought his battles, but he died there. And he couldn't go back to Hyrule and Malon again... At least not alive. I don't know what kind of magic or properties that realm might have had because it's all a supposition based on theories upon theories of something that's been left to each person's imagination, but Ikana itself is very much connected to the Dead and it's curse is such a powerful one that it can't be undone. I do want to believe that some time after his death he came back to "life" technically as a stalfos (because stalfos are cool, shut up), or a revenant (revenants have one or two eyes lit up with an unnatural light, so it might not even be that he lost an eye in battle, is just his revenant eye after death signifying his unfinished business), and he probably had more adventures in that new form until he managed to return to Hyrule.

But changing from realm to realm made him became a ghost of sorts (like the ones in Twilight's courtyard), maybe changing from realm to realm as an undead/stalfos/revenant made his body more intangible. And then his spirit just wandered around as his chosen form, a golden wolf. In part because he chose that form, in part because it was a sort of calling from the triforce to take that form.

Until he felt a familiar aura. The aura of the new hero, the Hero of Twilight. Finally he would be able to ease his regrets...

That's my headcanon at least.

Also... Why is he so tall as the Shade, you ask. Well, he's a shade, a shadow. Not in the literal sense but as his title says he is the Hero's shade as in regrets, the hero's regrets. The shadow of guilt that always followed him, himself. So, in a poetic way his shadow of regret is bigger than him, and it manifests physically bigger too... Or y'know, why are there stalfos, poes and ghouls as big as houses in the Zelda universe. I guess that's just something you can do after you die.

That all. No closing thoughs other than the hero's shade, ocarina of time Link, the hero of time, is one of my favorite characters of all time.

#loz #legend of zelda #hero's shade #link #ocarina of time #majoras mask #hero of time #loz theory #headcanon #supposition

[miamierre]

"You're ridiculous." :))💓

The watch on Pierre's hand feels heavy as he glances at it yet again--the moonlight is the only thing illuminating the footbridge, now, lights from the festival at the gazebo beginning to fade as people start to return to their homes. It's ticking closer and closer to 9, according to his timepiece. He'd told Charles 8:30 and watched the dazed, lovestruck expression on his face as he'd agreed, but...

What if he'd found out, and decided to stay away like any man with good sense should? Pierre has had a terrible feeling that the town is on to him as of late, which means he's likely on borrowed time until he can split for the next train out of town. It's nights like these that he thinks about maybe trying to become legitimate: turn into an actual traveling salesman instead of being a con-man. It has to be easier. Less lies to tell means less lies to get caught in, which means less fear of being pulverized by the small-town idiot mayor.

It's a thought that's never seriously crossed his mind until here and now: Pierre has been doing this for years, selling and running and selling and running before people realize he's not actually trained in any kind of musical arts whatsoever, and he's never regretted it. There's never been a conscience in him to feel guilty over this. But tonight, walking through the woods and chuckling softly at all the couples he'd passed, kissing and dancing and snuggling up together under the cover of darkness, it had occurred to him that these are good people, here in Iowa.

They're good people, and Pierre has been lying to them. To him.

"Pierrot!" Charles' voice bursts through his contemplative thought. He looks up, startled, only to find the librarian standing at the end of the footbridge, eyes sparkling and lit-up in the moonlight as he paces slowly towards where Pierre is trying desperately to not white-knuckle the bridge rail. He looks impossibly handsome, the pink of his collared shirt almost the same shade as the pink of his cheeks.

"Charles," he greets softly, taking a step closer before remembering his manners. Instead, Pierre takes his hand and squeezes it once before releasing him. "I didn't think you would come."

Charles looks aghast at the thought. "You're ridiculous," he half-says, half-gasps. The sound makes Pierre want to laugh. "I would not miss being here with you for the world." He's the one who moves closer, this time, and there are a thousand warning sirens blaring in Pierre's head about all of this: about the townspeople catching them together, about being honest about how he feels, about Charles falling for someone who has been lying to him. He shouldn't be letting this happen, whatever it is.

But he does. He does, because Pierre is nothing if not a thief, and he's too selfish to deny himself this: one last chance with the librarian he's become so fond of over the last few weeks. "I'm glad," he manages a beat too late. "You danced wonderfully out there tonight."

Charles ducks his head, the flush of his cheeks darkening. "You were something, too," he answers back. Steps closer. He's so close that he's within touching distance, and Pierre could just grab the lapels of his jacket and tug him close and give the only real thing he might ever be able to give. "Pierre..."

The cool night air keeps him from indulging, though. "Charles," Pierre says softly, quickly turning his attention to the ripple of the water to avoid Charles getting any closer, lest he...lest they..."I have to leave soon." He hears the sharp inhale that follows but knows he has to plow through. Charles can't be in love with a man like him. It will be easier for him, eventually, to forget about this: to forget about the music man who'd come to town and swept everyone off their feet and then fled. "The mayor, he's been on my case for days, now, and I don't..." he swallows. "I don't have the papers he's asking for, Charles. He could arrest me." It's a sobering thought. He's never gotten this lost in a town before.

But it's not the town, Pierre knows. Not really. When he turns his head, Charles is staring at him with wide, hurt eyes, and Pierre has never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in his life. "You can't leave, Pierre," he whispers. "What about the band? Arthur is so excited about his trumpet, and I have never seen him so happy about anything." There are tears in his eyes. God. "What about..." he trails off, then takes a slow breath and continues, "what about me?"

He's done for. Done. The next town he'll have to give in to the first woman who throws herself at him and pray she'll make him forget this moment, because Charles...he might love Charles, really and truly, with his entire dishonest heart. Con-men aren't supposed to fall like this. "Cheri," he says--barely audible, the confession weighing heavy on his voice. "I am not the man you think I am." It's the most he can say without saying it: I have been lying to you about every aspect of who I am, and I'm in love with you, and you'll hate me if you know the truth. Charles is young and handsome and full of life: he'll have no problem finding a wife and leaving the memory of Pierre behind, and as nauseating as the thought is to him, he knows it's what must happen.

Charles blinks at him slowly, then shakes his head. "Pierre," he begins, and then reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a folded, battered piece of paper. "I know."

And that...Pierre blinks, shakes his head once out of shock. "You know?"

"I know," Charles repeats, fiddling with the paper again. "Your name is not in the Indiana Conservatory records, Pierre Gasly." He unfolds the paper to reveal a page torn right from what must be the Conservatory records--a copy he'd seen in the library not too long ago. He swallows. "I looked not too long after you came to town, and when I didn't see your name..." He pauses. "I was going to hand this over to the mayor, but when Arthur's instrument came...I couldn't take that joy away from him." Pierre can't stop staring at him: at how beautiful he is with tears shining in his eyes, at how resolute his face looks as he tells Pierre that he...

He knew, all this time, and still let Pierre do as he does.

"And I don't care, Pierre," he continues fiercely, closing the distance between them and grabbing fistfuls of Pierre's jacket. "I do not care that you are not a music man, or that you were just a con-man who landed in our little town. I don't care at all."

Pierre is dizzy with it. "Charles." He's struck speechless for the first time in his life. What is he even supposed to say to this man who just turned his entire life upside down? "What are you saying?"

Charles surges forward and closes the last thread of moonlight between them, kissing Pierre so hard it's a wonder they don't tumble over the bridge's railing altogether. It's fast and a flurry, and he doesn't even have a chance to process it before Charles pulls away again and crumples the Conservatory record sheet in his hand. "I am saying," he murmurs, still leaned close enough that their noses are bumped together, "I love you. I love you as you are."

#piarles #10 x 16 #fic #AU tag #bel thank you for inadvertently giving me the opportunity to write music man au piarles. i love u. #jgdklsjgskljgslj sorry this is such a niche concept! and also sorry i was too lazy to fix it geographically! its okay to ignore<3 #but like. watch the music man (1962). it is so easy to piarlify yall would not Believe. #romance meme #ask reply #francophones

[lake-archive]

A Different Type Of Party

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Maddie (sona), Riddle Rosehearts (mentioned)

The Original Character used in this work has only been used with permission. They originally belong to @maddieinheaven! Go check their blog out if you haven't!

Pairing: Malleus/Maddie

Summary: Shortly before the holidays Night Raven College holds a party for students and teachers alike. Everyone just has a good time with each other! Although… Some just need some time alone, away from all of the ongoing chaos… Together.

Words: 1,632

Tags: Major Original Character(s), Original Character(s), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Original Character, Original Character-centric, One True Pairing, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Romance, Feelings, Confusion, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, One Shot, Short One Shot, Party, Quiet, Late at Night, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, Background Riddle Rosehearts

AO3 Link

The time of holidays was something special in many different worlds and festive activities at Night Raven College was not uncommon. Of course none of this occurred before those annoying exams… Ugh. Seriously, why do these even exist? Not like most of the knowledge could be applied to everything in their future. What was the point of this? Seriously, it was not something they understood and probably never will during their school life.

And yet, this was not the time to worry about that. They had made it through those exams, they were going to celebrate and let loose! Go crazy! Or something like that! And not even a party pooper could stop them!

“Listen up Maddie, I have had it! The amount of rules you break is outrageous! You are going to put a bad name on Heartslabyul!” Riddle had warned them shortly before said party, even glaring at them rather sharply. “This is a party attended by all of Night Raven College – Students, teachers and the principal himself! Do not embarrass our dorm yet again by breaking almost every single rule in one day!”

“Yeesh Riddle, don’t be like that now~” They only said however, having even patted his back, enough to make him nearly fall over. “We’re just here to have fun y’know. Not like anyone’s gonna follow them today anyway!”

And yet, the boy would only let out a grumble if anything, not pleased with such protest. But it had not been a protest! It was a fact if anything! “That's no excuse to not be on your best behavior. “ He scolded, only earning an eye roll at most.

“I'm always on my bestest behavior y'know~”

“You call that your best behavior!?”

“Pretty much, yeah. What're ya gonna do to stop me, huh? Throw me out? Oh, right! You can't!” They laughed, rubbing it in. They just felt like it. Because they knew outside of getting ‘their head off’ his hands were tied. Both were aware. “Haha, Maddie one, Riddle zero~!”

“Ugh… Jesters are all insufferable…”

Well, that was only half of the truth. They were dragged to this event due to it being of ‘utmost importance’. But no one ever told them why it was so important. So if they had to be there, for whatever reason, it may as well be fun and they would just let loose. Why follow the rules Riddle loved to talk about anyway? Not like they had remembered even half of them! Why bother? Only he knows all… Erm… However many there were again. Who cares! Didn't stop Maddie in any way! They did all sorts of things at this event!

At first they were just messing around with others, snatching and hiding some of the fish or even secretly mixing an additional sugar cube in Riddle's black tea. They had just barely avoided the infamous collar as a result… Riddle got held up from out of nowhere and even nearly dropped his cup when he heard ‘Little Riddle’... Yes, his pale face with his wide eyes was hilarious to look at.

Anyway, that was Maddie's cue to flee while they still could and leave the ‘Little Riddle’ by himself. He’ll be fine~

And honestly, being in such a crowd for a very long time had gotten exhausting fast so it was a welcoming change of pace. They snuck past whoever they could, as if in a rush to get somewhere. In a way that was the case yet they had nowhere specific in mind, just away from people, charging the batteries. That type of deal!

They steered themself to the balcony, allowing for some fresh air and not expecting anyone out here. The noises people made and the music playing had just become the most irrelevant background noise at the very least. They were no longer trapped in between all those people, allowing them to let out a sigh in relief. “Guuh, I wanna go back to my room! So not worth it!” They said right out in the open, stretching their arms towards the night sky for a moment before eyeing it directly. “Uwah, cold. Not even a cloud in sight.”

“It's calming, isn't it?” A deep voice would almost startle them, ripping them out of their own thoughts even. Someone was here!? That had been the last thing Maddie had expected at a place like this, especially at the time. They turned their head, only to be greeted with–

“Malleus?” The name had escaped their lips as if it had been second nature. Maybe it was in a sense. By now only a fool would not know who this rather massive guy with these decently large horns was.

The house warden of Diasomnia, usually evoking in fear within anyone crossing paths with him.

However, not Maddie. They couldn't quite put their finger on it but something fascinated them. It was as if Malleus was different from the others. And that's not because of his power or his position as house warden, nothing like that. But… Guh, it's frustrating to think about! Why? Because it made no sense to them! Or at least they weren't able to understand it just yet. It was so confusing. But they wanted to understand! They had to! There has to be a reason behind their fascination!

It had even started out of nowhere and it was only recently the two of them started talking. After all, he had come to their dorm once for help with his tamagotchi. It was unexpected but a funny little detail. Who knew that someone like Malleus would require help at all, especially if the solution was very simple.

Wait, maybe it was that detail which– No, that's not it either… Hah, just when they thought they had it!

The moment he had heard them speak up he turned around to come face to face with them. It was embarrassing to admit but they should have seen him sooner… Then again, it was rather dark so that could be why. Didn't change how much they wished to sink into the ground. But they couldn't let it show. What would he think otherwise?

Thus they took a few steps closer, almost hopping from spot to spot before having gotten enough of a distance to hold a conversation. Nothing too close however. “What are you doing here? Not hanging out with the others from Diasomnia?” They asked, keeping up the usual tone and grin.

He only shook his head. “No, there's no need. I just…” He paused in between his sentences, silence filling the air before continuing to speak ever so calmly. “I'm not the type to party.“

Something felt a bit odd and yet he said this with the utmost confidence all the same. Or as confident as he could sound. His confidence was as cold as ever. Not unbearably cold but somewhat. It was hard to put into words. But Maddie ran with it, at least for the time being. It didn't sound too far off either.

“Huuh, I see.“

“And what about you? Aren't you going back?“

“Hmm… I'll think about it. “ It was their only response, even shrugging. But did they really want to at this point? They weren't sure and yet again, it was not something they knew the answer to. This felt like a bunch of nonsense. Or wait, nonsense might be the wrong word. Then again, how else would you describe ‘something with no sense’? “Can't I be here? If so I–”

“No, that's not what I meant. Sorry.” Malleus was quick to apologize. “You can stay if you want.”

Hearing that made them grin a little brighter, at the brink of smiling. They questioned it and yet they didn't complain either. They couldn't. “Then it's settled! So so, what exactly are you doing here?”

“Watching the sky.”

“Eh? Just that? Isn't that getting boring?”

“Not really… It's calming.”

“Calming huuh?” They repeated before moving over to stand right next to him. They glanced over for a moment, seeing the fellow student once more paying attention to the night sky. And Maddie followed suit shortly after, lifting their head back up, paying close attention.

At first it was the usual observation – Not a single cloud. And yet, just now they would take note of the stars and even the moonlight. It was not too bright but looking at it was relaxing. Despite all the darkness surrounding the both of them there was some light shining down. The stars were all too clear, visible to the naked eyes. Honestly it was… Beautiful. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

“Hm? Are you tired?” Was the next thing Maddie's ears would be hit with, making them look away from said sky and… Noticing their body moving slightly closer.

They had swayed a little sideways, one of their shoulders close to touching Malleus, perhaps hitting him. They recollected their composure as quickly as possible, trying to keep calm. Ah– Close one! Or it could've become awkward real fast!

“Ah– M… Maybe a little! Riddle's lectures are suuuch a bore y'know!” They responded, having thought of a fitting excuse extremely quickly!

“Really? Maybe head back to your dorm?”

“Eh!? No way! I don't wanna have a collar like some dog again! Gotta stay!”

“But–”

“Hehe, I'll be fine! Really! Don't you worry ‘bout a thing!”

He only nodded in the end after a few more seconds. “Alright. If you say so.”

Talk about a really close one! They just managed to save themself from utter embarrassment here! Especially in front of Malleus! Hah… It would be something they could not live down, ever!

But why? Hmm… No, they were not a step closer to answering that. But that didn't stop Maddie from enjoying the night just a little longer.

#Nimue's Lake #twisted wonderland #twisted oc #disney twst #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #twst malleus #f/o x s/i #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #selfship fanfiction #selfship fanfic #selfship fic #self ship fanfiction #self ship fanfic #self ship fic #self ship community #selfship community #f/o community #Other's selfship #other's ocs #twst fanfic

[prvttystvr]

⁀➷Video games AI

Do you want to venture into your favorite video games? Here is your opportunity to do it! I'm recreating various stories and worlds of video games on JanitorAI to allow you to be part of it

every time I create a new AI, I will add the link in this list. Also, in addition to creating video games AI, I'm also creating their characters AI, both on JanitorAI and CharacterAI (you can find them on my profiles, my name is prvttystar on both of them). Feel free to tell me if something isn’t right!

∘✧ ˚ ༄ DETROIT BECOME HUMAN: alive like a human or obedient like a machine? At the outbreak of the android revolution, this is the question you ask yourself. The androids of the city of Detroit are awakening, as if they have their own consciousness. They rebel against the masters who have abused and subdued them. They feel like humans, they feel alive. And you, are you just a simple android who carries out orders, or are you much more? It's your decision

∘✧ ˚ ༄ THE LAST OF US: after losing your entire family to the apocalypse, you've found yourself surviving on your own for three years. In that time, you've had to kill to survive, and you've made enemies. Finally, after wandering for a long time, you manage to find a safe place: Jackson County. You've finally found friends, a family, some peace, but how long will it last?

∘✧ ˚ ༄ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT (survivor): fog, that's all you remember. You were walking peacefully in a forest near your home when a thick fog enveloped you, obscuring your vision and making you pass out. When you recovered, you woke up in a forest, but it was different than before. It was more gloomy, there was a pungent smell of blood. In the distance, cries of pain and fear echoed. You didn't know it at the time, but your life had just changed drastically

∘✧ ˚ ༄ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT (killer): fog. The last thing I saw around me was a thick dark fog, I don't remember anything else. Suddenly I recovered, finding myself in the middle of a forest. It was dark and gloomy, with crows flitting through the trees. I stood up, helping myself by placing my hands still covered in blood on the ground. As I stood up, a whisper passed through my soul: “The Entity”. I don't know what it did to me, but I suddenly felt the urge to kill again

∘✧ ˚ ༄ UNTIL DAWN: on the one year anniversary of the disappearances of the twins Hannah and Beth Washington, you and your friends friends accept your friend Josh's invitation back to the lodge and the mountain where the disappearance occurred. You think it's a way to make Josh feel better after his sisters disappear. As the group separates to partake in their own festivities, you all find yourself facing ravenous monsters and a sadistic killer

∘✧ ˚ ༄ THE QUARRY: the two months as a tutor at Hackett's Quarry summer camp seem to have flown by. Even though you had fun, you can't wait to go home. When you and the other tutors are about to leave, the car fails to start. Your boss, Chris Hackett, orders you to stay locked in the cab until the next day, when he returns in another car. As soon as he leaves, you and the others decide to throw a small party outside the cabin. After all, what bad can happen?

∘✧ ˚ ༄ RESIDENT EVIL:

∘✧ ˚ ༄ FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S:

∘✧ ˚ ༄ OUTLAST:

∘✧ ˚ ༄ THE WOLF AMONG US:

∘✧ ˚ ༄ AND SO ON! Suggest a game you like and I'll add it to the list

#detroit become human #dbh #the last of us #tlou #dead by daylight #dbd #supermassive games #until dawn #house of ashes #the devil in me #little hope #the quarry #the inpatient #hidden agenda #resident evil #grand theft auto #grand theft auto 5 #gta #gta 5 #life is strange #lis #video games #character ai #janitor ai #ai #the wolf among us #twau

[mittensmorgul]

This is kind of random, but I'm thinking about the finale again: Do you think if Dean had ingested some vampire blood in that barn, he could have been healed? (And then just immediately be cured, ofc). We know that vamps are immortal and can heal their injuries, but I'm wondering if there's any precedent for humans-in-transition to vampirism to heal, or if you think that would be possible.

I'm not just asking as a hypothetical, I'm thinking/writing about Dean's state of mind in the finale. I def think he was very unhappy, and I'm arguing that he effectively committed passive suicide.

(My reasoning being: If someone has a mortal injury with no chance of survival, then their acceptance of death would be understandable.

If someone has a mortal injury but there are options, then their refusal to try those options says something about their mental state before that injury occurred.)

Some say there was time for emergency services to get there in time, (which maybe? they talked for a looong time after he was stabbed. but idk, I'm no doctor). But I'm also wondering if you think the vampire blood route would have been an option.

thanks in advance, I love your thoughts and your meta 🙃

hi hi! And I appreciate you too! I have to confess that I have far bigger issues with the finale than just that one scene, and haven't really thought about it in more depth than you presented above. I mostly do my best to not think about the entire episode at all... everything from the random dog that replaced cas to dean apparently filling out job applications to be a cop to the pie festival to that idiotic random hunt just... no :'D

(i mean, the universe has apparently been quiet since the end of 15.19, no hunts, no supernatural weirdness, and then THIS is the monster that acts up on them? I hate it, thanks!)

But I try not to dwell on it. I wrote an ending I can accept and I really don't think too hard about what happened on screen.

But yeah, all those dead vampires just bleeding all over the place, and they KNOW how the vampire cure works... it's just... stupid on the face of it. Dean just giving up because that's how he always knew he'd go out? I mean, did he not watch his own character growth over the last 15 years? Did he somehow forget about Living For The Ones We Lost that he got all misty about a few scenes before this? Or did having pie shoved in his face give him amnesia?

(or was this all just chuck's failed finale idea that we were forced to watch? I like that one myself... basically it's not real and it can't hurt me... >.>)

so yeah, sorry I can't expound more on it than that. it's bad. i still haven't rewatched the episode again since it originally aired, and i'm starting to think i never will. And for someone who's still watching the entire series in a loop (which i turn off right as they drive away from Chuck at the beach at the end of 15.19), that's just kinda sad.

#spn 15.20 #this is about as heavily as i can engage with it before i start smashing things :'D

[asena-graywolf]

Phone Call

Ever since Hinata went abroad to a labor camp, you've been home alone. The last time he called you was 1 month ago and after that day you have not heard from again. You were starting to worry. All sorts of scenarios began to form in his mind about what might happen to Hinata. You knew it would reach you somehow, but you were afraid that something had happened to you after not hearing for such a long time.

If that call hadn't landed on your phone that day, you would have almost gone to the police.

It was a number you didn't recognize. Judging by the phone code at the beginning, the number was from a foreign country. Usually you wouldn't pick up numbers you didn't recognize. It didn't occur to you that he might be the person you've been waiting for news for so long. You didn't response the call. You got a message after two more rings in a row

“Y/N. It’s me, Hinata. Please response it"

As soon as you saw the message, you relaxed as if you had warm water and your heartbeat quickened. You just picked up the phone.

You were so excited and worried that you could barely hold the phone in your shaking hands.

“Y/N? My baby. How are you?"

Exactly one month after the other line, you heard Hinata's voice. A few tears spilled from her eyes with happiness. It was a relief to learn that he was fine after all this time.

“H-Hinata! I miss you so much. You scared me a lot. I thought something had happened to you. I almost went to the police. Why didn't you call? Whenever I called, your line was closed”

"I know. I'm really sorry for worrying you. I miss your voice so much. Being apart from you for a month is really hell"

“Then why didn't you call me! If I had at least known you were good, that would have been enough for me!”

You couldn't help crying. Hinata broke down when she heard her voice sound crying

“Are you crying?”

"Yes. Because you worried me so much. God I miss your voice Hinata. Please tell me what happened"

“I can't bear to cry for you. Unfortunately, something unpleasant happened to me. My phone is stolen. I was in a crowded place. I went to the festival with my friends. In a flash, my phone was stolen by pickpockets. My soul did not hear. As soon as we realized it was stolen, we informed the police. They searched everywhere. They looked under every stone, but they could neither find the thief nor the phone. I lost my phone forever. Then I found a job somewhere. I needed to get a new phone and reach you as soon as possible. I've been working every day dreaming of being able to call you and hear your voice. So much so that I could not even concentrate on training. I had you on my mind. Even my performance was starting to decline. I finally got a second hand phone and a line. I will buy a new trunk when I return to Japan. Again, I'm so sorry for you.”

You were both angry with him and grateful for not forgetting you.

“Oh you idiot! Why don't you pay any attention? There are lots of pickpockets in crowded places. Let this be a lesson to you. Get your stuff again. When you come back to Japan, I will buy you the most beautiful phone. By the way, when are you coming back?"

“It's almost time, my love. I'll be back in 3 weeks at the latest. How is Japan? How are you? Do you ever see my friends from high school? What were they doing?"

“The weather is very hot here. I'm bored without you too. Get back here now. I missed you so much. I met with Nishinoya and Kageyama once. We sat in the cafe and chatted. They joined the volleyball team of the university and were thinking of participating in intercollegiate matches.”

"Lovely. You just ask me. I miss you everyday. A lot. So it is. We all have an unending love of volleyball. Is Nishinoya still a dwarf?” he asked laughing

“That dwarf boy you called is now 1.80 m tall”

"Ah! Sound like university volleyball team lost a greatest libero”

“It was a bit like that”

"Wonderful! Oh I don't want to close but I have to go. I was very tired today. I will call you again as soon as possible. I love you. See you later. Take care of yourself. I want to see you healthy when I come."

“Don't worry, I'm taking good care of myself already. I love you too. Goodbye"

#haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo x y/n #hinata shoyo x you #hinata shōyō #hq x reader #hq x y/n

[paunchsalazar]

I like writing my journal and my class notes by hand. I don't have preferences for paper as long as it's not that overly smooth paper that is hard to write in. My favorite pen is the Pilot G-Tec-C4 (i swear this is not sponsored) because it's a perfect mix of looking smooth and not taking too long to dry and it generally feels good to write with.

I tend to go for thin pens (and mechanical pencils). 0.5mm is what i usually use, but once i got a very cheap 0.2mm mechanical pencil and i figured i would break the lead really often. Luckily once i got the hang of it, it was harder to break the lead of that one than of my 0.5mm mechanical pencil. I'm still trying to find more leads for it because once i ran out of them turns out 0.2mm leads are hard to find!

When i write fic though i write it all in the computer because i like the feel and the sound of the keys when i get really into it and type fast. I like changing up my fonts once in a while to help bring variety to my writing. I like using templates for books and go through pinterest to search photos for the cover that no one else will see.

My process for writing fic is very messy. I usually begin with a skeleton of excerpts i want to include. I add ideas as they occur to me, and i try to place them in the timeline of the fic as it makes best sense to me in the moment. I begin writing in chronological order once i have a few ideas in the skeleton, and i might continue to add to the skeleton as i write out the first parts.

Once i'm done (if i'm ever done) i begin editing, which is the overwhelming part. I usually realize that i need to rewrite some parts, edit out scenes and write in new ones. But often i also realize that it would be better if i rearranged the order of my scenes, so i often feel like i'm pulling out scissors from my pocket and cutting fabric into pieces only to try to sew it together again. Sometimes i picture myself sitting on the floor with mismatched pieces of fabric around me and i can't make sense of anything as i think 'what have i done'. But it usually works.

(Sorry this is too long, i just got excited about the questions. Also thank you for introducing me to kyokao, i had never thought about it before but once i did. Once i did i cannot unthink it. They make so much sense. It's been living in my mind for weeks. Might end up writing for them at this rate)

omg thank you so much for answering!!!! im sorry it took a bit to reply!

love favorite pens heehee I always have the same Uniball rollerballs for writing and Pentel sign pen for sketching. Such a difference in feel between the tiniest change in size!!!

yes yes!!! I love to know people’s thoughts on fonts! Personally I always use Garamond for the like intended-to-be-used prose, dialogue or a passage etc. and some other font (usually a sans serif) for notes and like - SETTING - beat - should do this - or action notes like (she sits, opens to the page) kinda script style.

I loved the way you describe putting together pieces of fabric!!! also this was not too long at all please I love to hear (read) it all!!! thank you!

(also oh my goodness… welcome to our ranks. I was blind but now I see and somehow it makes so much sense to me… I’m so so glad anyone out there agrees though of course no one is ever obligated to!

there’s all the business during the sports festival and later volumes but I think it especially could work looking back at the scene where they look at the others having fun after the Karuizawa mess and Kyoya asks about Kaoru’s strategy, paraphrasing but: “what your plan worked worked too well and they actually fell in love?” “Oh, it’s too soon for that.”

potential energy… I think it doesn’t have to happen but it could!! perhaps it’s too soon! maybe it’ll take a while!! but who knows… they said it themselves their club is full of dummies!

I have a crazy bullet point into chronological order beat list doc that could be a fic or them if I was smart enough to fully realize it….. maybe!! maybe.. but to do it right would take sooooooo long! slow burns can be magic but they take so much work! and in proper Ouran fashion I think every small thing is an epiphany for these guys lol)

#SORRY I CANT SHUT UP IM INCAPABLE OF BEING CONCISE THANK YOU FOR SHARING SERIOUSLY ITS SO EXCITING!!!

[notthatquietgirl]

? A_______ ?

This year, I worked through CNY. Many of my colleagues were surprised to see me working and displayed verbal dissatisfaction with the management for not allocating me PH on those days. I pretended to join them in their dissatisfaction. The fact was that I did not even submit any requests not to work on those days.

This CNY is the first that I did not participate in any house visitation or lohei. I was sleeping for night shift when my close family came to my house on CNY day 1 and they put in effort not to wake me up.

I was so happy that I didn't participate in any of the festivities. It's not like I particularly dislike CNY. I just generally dislike places that are noisy or have many people. I never understood the idea of having to buy new clothes and dress up to meet and talk to people that you normally see less than once a year. I don't see why we have to buy special zodiac themed decorations to paste on walls and doors every year. Even if the phases on the decorations mean well, does that mean people only wish for these things in the beginning of the year and not the rest of the year? By the way... I'm not trying to be hateful here, but I really do not believe that all the animals came together and took part in a competition i the past. Try to prove this to me.

I told my mother about how happy I was that I did not participate in the CNY festivities this year. She was not surprised and understood my point of view given that I had expressed similar thoughts previously. Although, last year, she was upset with me when I suggested that the animal competition was a scam. My mother asked me if I had called or messaged my grandparents to wish them a happy CNY and say my blessings. I told her I did not. In fact, this was not a thing that even occurred to me that I needed to do. This is what the A_______ community means by "it feels like I am in a play where everyone else has the script but me". People think that if you grow up in a culture, you will naturally know what to do and understand the beliefs held by your community and that these are not things that need to be taught. This is just tradition. But if anyone believes me, I am not trying to be stubborn/rebellious/stand out. For real, I do not see the purpose of majority of religions or festivals. If we already meet up with the people we are actually close to on a regular basis, why do we need a special day as a reason to see them again? Why don't we just meet and treat the people we are actually close to well without any need for special reasons or events but just purely because we want to out of the goodness of our hearts? I can't say it any better than what I saw somewhere on the internet that "tradition is just peer pressure from dead people".

In the first half of 2023, I went to ___ to get an assessment done. I was told that I do have some symptoms of A_____ but "it does not quite present like that" and the doctor fell short of diagnosing me. I knew from reading the thoughts of many on the internet that getting a diagnosis would not be easy especially when the diagnosing criteria was made based on the study of white, male, children patients. I thought that things would be different in Singapore. When I went for the appointment, I totally felt that the healthcare workers there did not believe me at all. They felt that I was exaggerating and that I had studied a lot about the condition before going to see them. As a healthcare worker myself, I cannot describe my disappointment. They gave me an open date appointment and told me that I could go back to see them if I still have issues. Sure, my sensitivity issues and difficulties with social interactions have not changed. I mean how could they change... But I probably would not ever choose to go back to them because they didn't even take me seriously. Frankly, I see similar traits in my two maternal uncles, leading me to believe that this is something in my genes as well.

[beardog]

2023 highlights: life events, part 1

trying not to drown in my "case of the mondays" that actually occurs every day of the week this season, so i'm jotting down good things that happened this past year to stay afloat. idk if any of this is entertaining to anyone, but it's mostly for me to remember anyway

some good things that happened this year in sort of chronological order under the cut:

joined a committee working on developing anti-racist policy. it was challenging and meaningful and at times incredibly emotionally taxing. there were definitely some points where i thought about bowing out, but every time a person of color quit the group (or quit working entirely) i was like, "shit. i can't leave. it can't all be white people here!!" so i stuck it out. i feel like i've sort of just stumbled through this entire process, but i do want to help make my workplace just a little bit more bearable

one of my best friends turned 30 and we had a cowboy themed birthday party!! it was super cutesy and pink and decorated. our server initially thought this was a kid's birthday party and we were like, "HELL no!! our precious pink cowgirl princess turned 30 and we're all VERY happy for her!!" later, our server who was going to turn 40 sometime later said she wants to do something similar for her birthday now, which was awesome. it's so so so cool to stop giving a shit about what people think and do what makes you happy!!!!

i joined the pride planning committee this summer. i worked the booth last year, had a great time, was invited to join the planning committee this year. was able to bring up some points, boost others' ideas, and even helped with the design for our bookmark/pin/shirts!! looking forward to being a part of this again next year (look at that dragon!! that's my dragon! and the aliens!!)

helped out at the juneteenth festival at the library table. i didn't realize we had community outreach opportunities like this that i could help out with. it's not that i don't like my job as it is, but i really loved getting paid to do shit outside lmao

joined the "suletta sunday everyday" discord server in august (i think??). i have a hard time socializing with people i've never met, and this is the first time i joined a community server that i wasn't just a lurker in. i worry i talk too much sometimes there, but overall i've been having a blast, and i've talked with some pretty cool people over there. i don't know how to say this without sounding cheesy, but i feel like i've become a better person through being on there. just in little ways, you know - learning how to talk to people and sharing ideas and whatnot. god i'm embarrassing

part 2 whenever the hell i feel like it!!

#2023 personal highlights

[aaliawrites]

WANDER DEEPER WITH ME

Rocks of ages split in two.

There is only what is down to earth with you.

A hike.

A northwest landcape I trust you know.

You lead me off the path and I follow.

Later when we find the trail and map and confess that knew were there -

You and your wicked blue eyes,

(" Well. That wouldn't have been fun. The other way was longer" ).

An initiative to spend time together.

I fake acting shocked but am actually pleased.

I know by now. Meeting every 2 years as we do. This high school version of flirtation that gets me.

You fake tackling me and call me cute.

I swerve the advance in pleasure.

I tell you I want to glue plastic toy trolls and gems to all the green rocks and formations.

A village surprise to find in the forest.

Cute it is.

You know all the land of this island after 4 decades - the changing of seasons, the Indian reservation, the hidden Arbutus beaches, the hidden caves of Maxwell.

Deeper down we go into the land itself. Descending ropes and metal ladders, cave upon cave.

I yell off the scared parts of me.

Death meditation as messenger

Laughter as medicine.

In the cool damp feel held and safe.

A quiet I resonate with monks.

We fall into meditation.

Then we fall into shop talk, contact.

Your old days in the States.

Blindfold performances with curtains and audience interactive sexuality. Living for weeks in canyons.

Down there in the dark, you ask me how that blindfold dance was for me.

The one from the festival with the other man.

That I shared vulnerably I thought was you.

"Creative. Fluid. Caring."

I realize I just described my sensuality.

We pause in silence.

I get cold.

You tell me to sit in your lap.

I want to do more than that.

I give you may hands instead.

You tuck them into your armpit.

As you have before walking me to my car.

Oh, Canada - I wouldn't survive another winter here again.

I dance with the rocks in the dark as you speak.

Open eyes in the pitch.

Nothing to see, only to feel.

We crawl back up the ladder towards light.

Metal ascending into another kind of blindness. Disoriented by day light.

Lush landscapes as scaffolding.

I stop to lock eyes with a stag. A moment together, a pause across the green planet.

He bounds on.

(I fed a tame deer blueberries by hand earlier this morning at a meditation center.)

Sweet licks. Doe eyes. Soft heart.

Becoming kind to their kind.

This whole month on the island fyll of visual deja vu. The kind I remember as if it happened in the past, only its occuring now. I've met you before and many of the other characters too.

We've already had this hike.

We've already fallen together.

I've known long ago.

As if a dream, by day.

I look down at my feet and find a large brown feather.

Twice in Bali, my best friend who has visions, told me she saw a feather in my body, the size of my torso, while floating me in water dance.

I had no idea what she meant.

I picked it up - this is the feather.

I tell him about her. I can't hide anything.

I put in down my shirt and keep walking.

I imagine it as a quill for all my untold stories I can now begin to write.

I balance it on my hand and follow you.

Navigator, paraglider.

I think of my parents passed, and all their gifts of flight.

My hanggliding dad. My kite-making mom.

We make our way from the smallest of spaces into the vast expanse of the ocean.

I can't quite absorb the contrast.

We sit and you tell me you thought you saw someone in the field across from us flying a kite, then they disappeared. Signs from them.

You dive naked in the ocean.

(What former lovers do. God I love an outdoorsman who doesn't give a fuck).

I don't join.

I sit with my feet in the water and contemplate the sun.

I sit with my feet in the water and contemplate your existing partnership.

Morality, integrity, loyalty.

The values I value.

Karma as capital

For future incarnations.

I sit and feel like I'm shrinking.

I stare into the sun to burn out my thoughts.

You get out and contemplate the tidepool.

How they used to be filled with creatures as a kid. Now they're empty.

You say you need to get home to feed your kid dinner, the 15 year old.

You pull on your shirt, a safety pin tucked in the back neck "for splinters, for..."

(you rattle off the uses.)

I stare. "God, and he's handy too."

I laugh the laugh I cannot help.

Fake falling on my blanket.

As I hit on you.

My heart unfurling.

"Goodbye S."

5 years ago, when we first met, you were just out of a long relationship.

I was 29. I knew you had a kid.

This year now there's a new woman.

A good woman

As a good man.

I met her at the opening circle of the contact festival this year

And thought vividly 'she looks cool, amazing'.

And seconds later you introduced her as "my amazing partner'.

I don't know what to make of the preminitions.

I sit alone with my nuance and gray and all the timing that constitutes our lives and living and creating and loving and family and responsibility and twinkles in eyes and seeing what's unseen and feeling what's there in the air, and what's unspoken, what's unseen.

What's light as a feather.

That languages we share.

I sit by the ocean alone after you leave and voice note the friend with the feather about you. Pick blackberries by my car for dinner. Drive off to ecstatic dance to burn off the energy.

To continue the dance of life.

I share a present contact dance with someone new.

He mentions your name.

Says you're a good man.

I agree.

Me on my way slowly to becoming a great woman.

One whose body holds the same origins of contact programming, from the same studio, our dance lineage.

One who will follow you down ladders into the unknown recesses of the great silent holding earth.

Who would stop wandering

And become still

In your mountain.

If only to become real

With you.

Thank you for searching for the light and dark together.

Thank you for seeing (and feeling) me.

~ A

#shortstory

[killiansprincss]

🎅🎅🎅🎅

Hi again!

I LOVE that you love soft/sweet Killian. That is my favorite Killian too (with a little angst thrown in of course 😏)

I live for angst (writing it, because I'm a big baby who can't handle what I dish out 😂) Pining idiots in love who don't know it is a particular favorite of mine. Or sad soft Killian/scared guarded Emma always lol But of course there ALWAYS had to be a happy ending 💕 You? Any favorites?

I'm curious what some of your favorite CS episodes or moments are! Any personal headcanons or favorite fan headcaonons/theories? Any songs you listen to when reading or writing CS? Because man are they songable (that's a word now.)

Also, how much Christmas do you like with your Christmas? (hear me out 😂) love actually is one of my fave Christmas movies too because it's like Christmas on mild until the very end lol - but I can send a Christmas tornado through your gift if you want 😉🎄🎁

Don't feel you have to answer all of the questions! I just love that we seem to have a lot of the same favorites (and dislike the same tropes 🤰 and characters 👑 🐊) and I feel like I'm writing you the same fic I'd write myself 😂😂 which is pretty cool. I don't think I can squeeze in EVERYTHING but I'm hoping I can make something that'll bring you some smiles this Christmas 😊

Happy holidays! They're almost here! I've done a few Christmas markets myself this year but none in GERMANY! 😱 jealous!

Santa the lengths of these asks are making you my favourite person right now 🥰 I love answering all of these!!!

Oh 100% Killian can’t be all soft all the time he has to have a little bit of angst!!! Omg are we the same person I love reading and writing angst but I’m far too scared of words and confrontation in real life🤣 personal faves would be like you said pining idiots in love and also just stubborn idiots refusing to admit how they feel.

One of my fave moments is really underrated in 4x03 the kiss in the road, Emma finally admitting she cares and Killian telling her he isn’t going anywhere 🥹 and also when he tells her she’s his happy ending and the way she looks at him bc the thought her being his happy ending never occurred to her I CRY every time!!

Ooob personal headcannons, I love the idea of anytime they have a day off Emma starts showing him her favourite “modern’ things he’s never seen or experienced like her favourite foods, movies and music, really opening up her life to him. And I also think Killian is such a secret nerd and Emma loves this about him.

I mean now we’ve established we both love Taylor Swift I think that’s obvious!! I actually have a whole playlist of Taylor songs that make me think of CS! They are so songable (it is a word for sure!!), every song fits then so well!!

I think a reasonable amount of Christmas, like it doesn’t need to be spitting in your face everywhere you look christmas but Christmassy if that makes sense🤣

That’s what I love about this event you get to know peoples inner thoughts and feelings and if you don’t feel like you’re writing it for yourself as well as a gift for somebody then it isn’t enjoyable! Honestly whatever you can squeeze in I’m sure will be amazing!!

I know it’s so close to being here! I feel like we’re still in November sometimes! We’ve gotten really heavy snow and I’ve been stuck indoors because of it this past week which isn’t as fun or festive as the movies make it seem!! Do you have snow where you are?

#cs secret santa #csss2022

[kasdeyalilith]

Hello! Can I request angst/comfort for Itto? His s/o is usually very talkative especially about topics they're passionate about but because they get dismissed a lot by their friends and family lately they become quiet and insecure thinking they are annoying Itto when they talk. Thank you so much if you decide to do it.

Of course! Thanks for requesting hope you'll like this fic. That topic tho, it happens to me every time but I'm Ittoless in real life and in game *laughs in pain*. I'm sorry it took so long, I dedicated my whole energy at getting Xiao ehe.

Warnings: Angst

Itto x Reader (angst to fluff)

Clasping your hands together, you beamed at your finished artwork. You can't wait to show it to your friends and family and ooh Itto! Your big lovable baby.

The painting depicts the Lanterns floating in the air, lighting up the entire harbor of Liyue. You've always wanted to travel there and participate in their event as you heard that sometimes the adepti will grace the people for a moment. So you took the artwork and immediately presented it to your family.

"Mother! Father! Look! I made a new painting! See? It's Liyue! I haven't seen their Lantern Festival firsthand so this might be wrong in some angles but isn't it beautiful?! The fireworks are just so beautiful! According to my friend Chyou, they light up the lanterns and write their wishes on it! I really want to-"

"If you're done talking can you leave? Your father and I are very busy with the shop. We don't have time with dreams and whatnot, what if you go and help around here more huh? You're greatly influenced by that Itto fellow"

"Sorry Mother, I just thought that-"

"Thought what? I don't need you thinking about useless things. Now get out of my sight"

You simply nodded and removed your artwork. You are not really startled by their reactions; it's always been that way. But that doesn't make the pain go away; you spent hours painting and expected your parents to be proud this time. You didn't even get to the part where you painted your parents holding a lantern. Getting up, you tried to ignore your parents' criticism and show this artwork to your friends.

"Really you spent all that time painting that? I mean no offense but I think you should do something else that can really contribute to your life. You're always talking about your paintings and I'm only trying to be your good friend by listening but it's getting tiring you know? If you're done looking down can I go? I'm just being honest ok? As your good friend"

She left after you only gave her a hesitant smile; you can't even defend yourself against their accusations. You're so pathetic. Maybe they're right, maybe all of this is pointless. Painting isn't going to get you a job in Inazuma; they're all about business anyway. Your eyes and throat burn from holding back your tears. Even though it was against your will, you began gathering all of your paintings and store them away in your basement.

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Itto invited you to go around the beach near the city today, and you answered yes without hesitation since you can't fight the heaviness you're experiencing inside your own house. He rambles on as you walk hand in hand; he's always talking about different topics, but largely about his beetles and how he's going to try this new training approach where you put them in a basin and have them run ten laps around. You giggled at your lover's musings and forgot about what occurred with your friend and family for a bit, but memory can be harsh at times when you recall their words. The smile on your face fades as you think about what happened again.

The Oni didn't miss the way your mood shifted; he's been noting it a few times recently, and even though he attempted to cheer you up with his stories, you always returned to your gloomy state. You're not even mentioning your paintings! He loves it when your face lights up as you tell him in detail how you came up with the concept for your painting; he has never met anybody as talented and lovely as you, and he tries to tell you that every day. Itto frowned as you made that expression again, as if you're on the verge of sobbing, while biting your lower lip to keep it from quivering. His heart shatters, and he wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulders.

"What's wrong? Did I do anything wrong?"

"Uhm no, I-I'm just.."

You're sobbing now, thinking that he must be annoyed with you as well, and that he's going to leave too. I should've kept my mouth shut; if I had, they'd still like you to be around.

"Hey.. hey shush, come cry it to me. There, there. Here you can use my handkerchief. I'm sorry if it's a little dirty, I used it to carry some berries"

As a response, you merely buried yourself more in his chest; he's incredibly warm and comfortable. You're surprised when he pulls out his comb and begins brushing your hair; it's quite soothing. Itto didn't stop combing or cuddling you when the cries faded to sniffles.

"Did something happen? or is it my horns? It's my horns right? I told them to paint it in rainbow but they chose pastel instead!"

You can't help but lightly chuckle, and he beams at that.

"There it is! You feeling alright now? Did someone hurt you? Want me to put some onikabuto inside their trousers?"

"No, no it's ok Itto. I'm just feelin down that's all"

"I noticed and you're not talking much too even about your painti-"

Without intending to, your eyes started to water again.

"Hey it's ok, it's about your paintings? what happened?"

"It's stupid, let's not talk abo-"

"I want to know, please? I hate to see you like this and I want to be there for you when you badly need me. Besides you can't shake an Oni like me! I'm the one aaand Oni! after all"

"I-fine but only because you're gonna be a big baby if I don't tell you"

Itto only smiled as an answer, happy that you're opening to him again.

"It's nothing big really, I...I just finished a new painting and I wanted to show it to people who are close to me bu-but they always dismiss it so I thought that they're right. I should stop painting but it just hurts so much, painting is a part of me. If I don't stop it I'll lose my friends and family too and I don't want it to happen"

"Don't think like that! I apologize for yelling, but you're a great painter, and if they don't see that, it's their loss. I know a lot of people that enjoy what you paint, including myself! If people can't appreciate beauty, they should begin scrubbing their eyes! You're talented ok? Don't even doubt about it. I'm not just saying this because I'm your boyfriend, but you paint as if you're breathing life into even the most mundane objects, like a house or a tree. Heck, I believe you can bring those things from your paintings to life! That's how talented you are!"

He's on a rush, but he can't stop until he makes you realize your worth. He is furious at anyone who even considers making you doubt yourself.

"Thanks Itto even though that's a little far-fetched"

"But it's not! I, the great Itto, will vouch my life-"

"Ok, ok I understand but thanks Itto. I don't know what I'll do without you" you genuinely smiled at him

"Well you're not gonna shake me off easily, I'll stick to you like how a beetle sticks unto trees. They're the toughest little guys you know?"

"Of course my cute Oni, I'm gonna stick by you too"

Itto kissed your cheeks before releasing you and grabbing your hands to head to the dango booths. Later that day, he made you paint him and you and joked that he's the great Itto so people wouldn't dismiss your artwork as useless. He eventually brought the painting home, and it now hangs in his living room as his most prized treasure.

#arataki itto #genshin #genshin impact #genshin angst #itto x reader #itto

[ticklish-n-stuff]

PJSekai tickles: Tsukasa x Toya

Im not sure what to name this, im sorry :<

This is a tickle fic btw, you were warned!!!

On a side note, I got this card in the chinese server so yay :DDD

So my newest obsession has been project sekai for these past weeks and in light of the recent event in the global server I've been craving some Tsukasa x Toya (platonically). Since i can't find anything and am too shy to ask other writers I'll do it myself!

My interpretation for these characters might not be super accurate so sorry in advance :>

Also this fic occurs during the doll festival event

Enjoy!

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Tsukasa x Toya (platonic but interpret as you wish)

Ler: Tsukasa

Lee: Toya

Warnings: Tickling! Crappy writing

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Yesterday, Toya had helped his senpai, Tsukasa, buy some new dolls for Saki for their annual doll festival event. They spent a lot of time choosing those dolls and he hopes that Saki will like them. Well, all those hopes came crumbling down the next day. During lunch break, Toya runs into Tsukasa and hes not looking so good.

"Oh, Toya! I want to thank you again for helping me out yesterday!"

He seems as loud as ever, but Toya can tell something happened...

"Are you okay, Tsukasa? I sent you a text this morning but it says that you haven't even seen it".

"A text? Thats weird...I haven't gotten anything..." When Tsukasa went to check for his phone, he realised that he left it at home this morning when he rushed out to school.

"Oh crap! I left it at home...! Was there something you needed to tell me?".

"It's nothing of importance, I just wanted to know if Saki liked the dolls you bought for her".

Tsukasa's face was instantly overtaken by a frown.

"Did something happen...?".

Tsukasa proceeds to explain the fight that escalated this morning with his sister, Saki, over the new dolls he bought.

"I see...". Toya is sad to hear that Saki didn't like the new dolls. He knew how much effort Tsukasa put into picking them out and his help seems to have been in vain.

Tsukasa quickly notices the sad expression in Toya's face.

"No! Dont feel bad! It wasn't your fault!"

After knowing each other for so long, Tsukasa already knew how guilty Toya must be feeling.

As he tried to reassure his junior, he poked him in the stomach a few times to get his point across. What he wasn't expecting was the yelp that came out of Toya's mouth.

Tsukasa's face quickly changed into a smirk, knowing the perfect way to cheer him up.

"Wow Toya, I almost forgot how ticklish you are!".

Toya's cheeks were tainted pink at the comment. Before he could properly react, Tsukasa's hands started squeezing gently at his sides.

"WaHAit! PeHEople could sehehee!!". Right now the two of them were in the middle of the hallway, surprisingly it was empty.

"There's no one out here now so you should be good! Tickle tickle, Toya~!"

"GAHH! Hahahahahaha! Tsukahahahasa!!". Tsukasa was currently scribbling at his tummy and poor Toya couldn't take it, he slid down to the floor, Tsukasa easily keeping up with the tickles.

"Haha! I forgot how ticklish you are here!" Tsukasa sneaked his hands under Toya's shirt and started poking his bare tummy all over, sometimes his navel.

"Dohohont!! Stahahahahap! Ahahahahahahaha!". Toya was a blushing and laughing mess. He never knew how to properly defend himself in these kinds of situations, so he tried to curl up as best as he could.

"Don't stop? You've got it buddy!" Tsukasa proceeded to squeeze at his hips, which sent poor Toya into hysterics.

"WAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!"

Toya was having a hard time keeping up with the tickles, always letting out the cutest and weirdest sounds whenever Tsukasa hit a new spot.

"I CAHAN'T BREHEHEATHE! PLEHEAAHAHAHA!". The poor boy could barely talk through his hysterical laughter.

Tsukasa decided to show some mercy and stopped his attack on his hips, he switched to some lighter tickles by playfully drawing shapes on Toya's tummy, which kept him in a giggle high. Tsukasa couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Are you feeling better now, Toya?"

Toya softly nodded his head through his adorable giggles, and Tsukasa finally stopped the tickle attack, helping Toya up to his feet.

"Just remember, its not your fault. So don't feel bad about it, okay?"

"Yeah...thank you for that, Tsukasa".

Toya softly smiled at Tsukasa and Tsukasa smiled back at him.

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I kinda ran out of inspo by the end so sorry if it was crappy :<

I had fun writing for this pair, i might do it again in the future.

Please feel free to leave me request for other pjsekai pairings!

#project sekai #pjsekai #project sekai tickle #pjsekaitickle #colorful stage #colorful stage tickle #Tsukasa Tenma #Toya Aoyagi #ler!tsukasa #lee!toya #tickle #fic #tickle fic