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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 1. touch grass
Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.
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Jungwon fixed his eyes upon the LED sign in front of him, until the words Neo Tech PC Bang seared into his corneas. Clenching the straps of my backpack he inhaled shakily. Come on, Yang Jungwon, it's literally just a PC bang, just go in and act natural. You find a computer and you figure out how to play that stupid game, how hard can it be? I’m sure there's a wikihow page somewhere. It doesn’t matter that Heeseung has been playing games for more than half of his life-
“Ummm… excuse me?” he snaps out of his internal monologue, jumping slightly as he looks down to meet your curious gaze. “Are you going in? You’re- uh kinda blocking the entrance” you smile amusedly.
“Yeah! I am, gonna go in that is, sorry” he says, busying himself with the door to hide his flustered expression. Swinging the door open he tilts his head politely in invitation. You smile a bit wider, thanking him with a nod and sauntering in easily. You call out a greeting to the man sitting at the counter, who answers it with an affectionate smile and a wave.
Eyes darting around the PC bang, Jungwon quickly assesses the numerous high school students spread across the desks sporting the uniforms he knew all too well. Cringing at the fresh memory of his high school days, Jungwon stumbles after you, clearly you knew what you were doing and you weren’t in uniform so hopefully you had graduated and he didn’t come off as a total creep. Stealthily Jungwon watches as you choose a desk at the corner of the room and begin unpacking, and tries to mimic your movements from a respectable distance two seats away.
His eyes flit over the numerous buttons and wires, he sighs realizing just how out of his element he truly was. He peeks over at you once again only to meet your expectant gaze, damn, maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.
“The start button is on the side of the monitor,” you call out easily, scooping up your bag and instead dropping it onto the seat next to Jungwon.
“Right, thanks” he smiles gratefully up at you, fingers fumbling to quickly turn on the monitor.
“So, what’s someone like you doing here?” you ask as you settle into the gaming chair, making no move to turn on your own computer.
“Someone like me?” Jungwon raises his eyebrow sheepishly “Am I that obvious?”
“Oh yeah, well you look like you actually touch grass once in a while so clearly you’re not a typical degen like the rest of us. That and the fact that you were looking around like a lost lamb,” you say teasingly, “so what really brings you here?”
Maybe it’s the fact that Jungwon is relieved to have met a friendly face, or it's your naturally disarming demeanor, or that you had a really pretty smile. It might have been a combination of the three honestly, but he finds himself readily ranting to you, complaining about the state of his house. “-And they decide on who’s going to clean up the mess based on who gets the most kills, and of course I lose every time, because I actually have a fucking life and I don't shoot pixels for entertainment,” he grumbles throwing his head back in exasperation.
“Can’t you guys just play like, rock paper scissors, or draw lots or something?” you ask, entertained by the frustrated appearance of the boy in front of you.
Jungwon only groans further in response, “You don’t think I haven’t tried? Somehow I lose that every time too. So this is where I’m at, I can’t get better luck, not unless I somehow get divine blessing or something. But! What I can do is get better at games!” he states triumphantly chest puffing in anticipation of his victory.
“Ahhhh, I see,” you chuckle softly, turning on your computer, swiping your card quickly to access the main screen. “And out of all your friends, Heeseung was it? He’s the best? And you’ve never even played a proper game before?” You glance sideways, meeting Jungwon’s nod of affirmation. Logging into Valorant, you crack your fingers in preparation, entering the queue for a swift play. “What rank is he? Do you know?” you ask nonchalantly, clicking through your skins.
“Of course, it’s all he talks about day and night. He’s Diamond, “ Jungwon mutters bitterly.
With that you lean back into your chair with a hum, turning to assess Jungwon once again. He shifts slightly under the weight of your gaze, smiling awkwardly. At the appearance of his dimpled smile, you seem to conclude your internal debate and lean towards Jungwon conspiratorially. “Well, it seems as if your luck hasn't run out completely. I happen to be ranked Ascendant, and I’ve decided I’m going to make you into my Valorant protégé.”
Jungwon’s eyebrows knit in confusion, “Really? But you don’t even know me, why would you teach me how to play?”
You shrug, “All my friends are out of the country so I’m quite literally bored out of my mind and I have nothing better to do. Plus you’re cute and you have nice dimples, so why not? I've always wanted to be a coach.” you muse absentmindedly.
Jungwon’s eyes widen almost comically as he begins to sputter, “Wait wh-
Match Found . A mechanical voice rings out from the monitor cutting through Jungwon’s bewilderment. You clap your hands together in excitement tugging his chair towards yours, “Great! Let’s get started! Come here I’ll walk you through the basics.”
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a/n: AHHH!! there it is chap one! i was so nervous to post this omh. so so excited for everyone to finally meet y/n and i can't wait for yall to see how her dynamic with wonnie develops. Let me know what you think so far! this is my first ever work so any feedback is much appreciated.
supplement : Diamond is around the top 7% of players while Ascendant is the top 2.5%
You always need to enter a queue for Valo games where you wait for the system to match up players of similar rank. Once the game is found the system will notify you with “Match Found”
Swift Play- a mode of valorant which is first to 4 rounds instead of the classic 13. It’s a quick way to get in some practice and learn different maps.
Degen is slang for degenerate - a shut in who often stays up late at night playing games
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Have you got some Takoyama headcanons? 🐙
yeah i have quite a little written down in my notes app,, ghhh ghfgbh,, not the best and im. a lil shy, also kinda worried that alot of these are just mad obvious but ummm yeah this is what ive got for now, sorry it took so long to get to you!
some Takoyama headcanons!! woop woop
* ambidextrous (aka doesn’t have a more dominant hand)
* i imagine his house is connected to his salon(probably in an upstairs or downstairs area)
* definitely a bit wealthy, makes a hella good earning like wjat da hellllllll hes got a fancy ass sports car in the anime hes def not poor
* has two legs under his dress, suckers at the bottom of his feetsies, wears flip flops/sandals or whateva
* likes rain probably
* good swimmer(obviously)
* very much an early bird, sleeps early
* can take care of himself very well, doesn’t usually ask for help with things
* overworks himself a lot :( poor baby
* rarely swears in blue form but is a huge potty mouth in red form
* hates messes, likes keeping things as tidy as he can
* has a super bedazzled flip phone instead of a regular cellphone cuz he can just close his phone shut all sassy to hang up a call 🤭🤭🤭 ooouuuu
* red takoyama is really warm to the touch whilst blue takoyama is colder
* has a waterbed fs (i also like imagining his mattress is circular instead of rectangular lol)
* sleeps with alotta pillows, how comfy
* mutters/mumbles/talks a bit in his sleep
* if he hugs you he can just sorta latch on and wrap around u, and its really hard to pry him off if he doesn’t wanna let u go
* likes being a bit fashionable whenever he can teeheee
* loves decorating the interior of his salon and home!!!!!!, def has a very beachy oceany sea vibes to his house
* just really friendly, he probs knows like,, everyone and has connections or whatever(at least as his blue self)
* probably sees yoko as a sister i think thats cute
* its very cool to imagine that he used to just straight up live in the ocean before moving to parappatown to pursue his hairdressing career
* smells like shampoo, hair products, some kinda sea scent,, maybe a lil like sea food potentially?🤔🤔🤔(it depends on the day i guess)
i did leave some out bc theyre my cringe selfshippy ones bu bu bu bu but please eat these up please enjoy pls pls plsss!!!!! *runs away sobbing* STOPYELLINGATME
(disclaimer some of these were inspired/given to me by pals and stuff:3 thank you all)
#parappa the rapper#um jammer lammy#hairdresser octopus#takoyama#parappa the rapper 2#headcanon#headcanons#character headcanons#i love this guy so much#i love takoyama#please dont laugh at me!!!!#favorite character of all time
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Ummm so I’m just watching the sidemen expensive team’s movie and in the scene where JJ is telling Tobi who’s on the naughty list, they say “Lewis, Harry, Sasha!” “She a sket!” And I’m liiiiiikeee 🤨
LITERALLYYYYYY
Like, watching that was such a 🙄stfu ur not funny🙄
Bc in every possible sense it's j not hahafunnyhaha
-Obvi im a little bit feminist - so obviously it's just blatantly fucking jarring seeing blud slut-shaming
-litr the one girl in the list?? i've heard the opinion that "men kinda only see women as objects n items" but honestly the more i think ab it the more i see it around - like, why is it that the one woman on the list, the one thing he can think of her doing to get onto the list is being a sket???
-Even from the pov of an adolescent boy who probably likes a bit of morally ambiguous misogyny.... It just isn't funny. Is he stuck in 2017, still using the word sket?
Gah, im starting to like JJ more and more, but when he pulls this dumb shit up where he tries to go back to being his own 'funny' self from whatever 2017-2020 period it j makes me cringe
i feel like he has no grasp on how to be a YouTube influencer anymore now that his identity and brand is like CONSTANTLY overshadowed by PR and industry pressure from shit like PRIME, Misfits boxing, his own boxing stuff...
but yeah. bit weird to hear casual slut-shaming from a guy in his thirties that's still trying to be cool.
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Slay
*Pairing: Rengoku x reader x Tengen
*Warnings: Mentions of s*x, cursing
A/N: I feel kinda iffy about thins on but here it is :/
“Oh my literal fucking god” This can’t be real
“What what’s wrong?”
I never told her what happened did I, and they are right there. What if they see me?
What if they talk to me? What if they mentioned what happened?
“GIRL”
She shocked me out of my daze.
“What’s going on”
I took a deep breath.
“You see those two guys over there”
She looks and sees Rengoku and Tengen walking slowly along the park’s pathway which eventually leads to where we are seated.
“Yeah, they are fine as fuck. Is that why you’re acting like this? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN” Oh my gosh there are far away but not that far.
We sat in a park behind a tree where I can see them but they can’t see me.
They are walking this way tho and I can’t just leave all our stuff and run.
“I’ll try and explain this quickly—So ummm…”
How am I gonna say this? My heart is beating out of my chest and I can feel my cheeks redden with a twisting feeling in my gut.
“I’m listening”
I calmed myself “So umm we kind of hooked up”
“BOTH OF THEM”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… yes I did…with…both of the-”
“Are you fucking kidding me, you gotta be fucking joking. Do you know how lucky you are? How insane it is that they did that. WITH YOU”
“She’s right you know, do you know how lucky you are y/n”
I’m about to melt. This can’t be real. I’m dreaming this must be a dream. If my stomach twists anymore I feel as if my head going to explode from pressure.
“Omg, they’re here” Well no shit and after what you just said, which they heard, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to look them in the eyes ever again.
“Did you really think we didn’t see you peeping from behind this tree? You must take us for idiots” Tengen says as he walks and sits next to me. Rather closely.
In an effort to get some breathing space, I shift away a little. I wasn’t able to get too far as Rengoku sat on the other end of me wedging me between them.
“You ladies don’t mind us joining do you”
“Yes-”
“No, not at all.”
I can’t believe her. These two are by far the most outstanding eye-catching individuals to ever exist. I can already feel people staring and to be very honest I would too.
You son of a bitch. You fucking cunt. FUCK YOU.
“You can stop cussing me out in your
mind I’m doing you a favour”
“Oh, are you and what exactly does this favour entail” Tengen is just feeding off this bullshit and Rengoku hasn’t stopped playing with my hair since he sat down here.
“I mean, you all seem…..you all have a thing……on……”
I can’t hear the conversation at all with how close they are sitting to me.
Tengen has always been a hands-y one. His hand moved from my lower back then went up to my shoulder to now where he just has his arm wrapped around me.
Rengoku loves little touches in comparison to his extravagant companion. He was playing with my hair then went to rubbing my back and now his hand is on my thigh and he hasn’t stopped looking at me since he sat down.
Their body heat and proximity alone were enough to send me over the edge but this is all too much. I’m so far from the edge and so far gone into the deep end that I’ve lost hearing and I can’t feel my legs or the ground underneath me. The world is spinning
In a different situation, a little part of me would love to have this with them like this, but right now I’m in the middle of our college campus park with my best friend and two of the hottest guys to walk this earth jamming up on me.
“Y/n” Rengoku coos at me lifting my face by my chin to look at him. “You seem lost in thought are you alright?” He spoke so tenderly and had a soft look of genuine concern on his face. He is so beautiful. I can stare at him all day.
“Y/n” he give me a little shake I then realized I was staring at him dazed.
“YH! Yh—um I’m fine..hehe totally good”
The cringe is so scary that I’m sure I’m going to think of it every night for the rest of my life.
“She must be having a sensory overload, you guys make her flushed and on top of that, you sat right in front of me and in the middle of the campus park. It’s best you all go somewhere private if you going to talk to her and— touch her”
I’m so in love with her and hate her at the same time. She read me like a fucking book.
Both of them kinda backed off me a little giving me some space which really wasn’t much considering how big they are. They are still towering over me.
“Don’t worry too much guys she’s going to be fine and Tengen she’s still on for later”
“Later?” What’s going on later?
“You didn’t hear y/n but your boys here wanna hang out with you later”
If I was far gone into the deep end then right now I’m drowning. “I never agre-“
“I’m not going to be home remember? I going to visit my family and I know you don’t like being alone in the apartment so they are spending as much time with you as possible until I return.”
She wasn’t wrong. There are some weird neighbours there that I really don’t want to have to deal with alone. But if they stay as much as I want company I’m going to be pregnant by the time she returns and I wouldn’t even know which one.
“Fine, I guess.” They both had the widest grins on their face when they heard that. As if they were waiting for my permission even though they would still show up regardless.
A phone alarm goes off signifying that Ava had to go so she could catch her flight. Our little hang-out was over.
“Oh shit I gotta go” She sits up and begins to gather her things.
“Alright, guys. Please take care of my friend. She is my baby and I could never forgive myself if something was to happen to her” I hope you don’t flip when you come back and discover you’re an aunty.
“We’ll protect her with all we’ve got!” Rengoku proclaimed drawing attention from everyone in earshot and considering it’s him, earshot is the entire park.
“You enjoy your stay” I can’t help but feel sad. I have grown dependent on her physical presence in my life. It may sound dumb but I don’t think I can live too far from her.
I sadly get up from my lovely seat and threw myself on her. I going to miss her.
“Yes, yes I know” she squeezes me. I swear to all that’s good I’m gonna cry. I didn’t want to let go.
“I have to go love” She slowly unwraps me
“I know” I tried to hide how sad I am but she sees right through it. “I’ll be back soon ok I promise” She gives me one final squeeze and then leaves.
I felt like crying. I felt so so alone. We have done everything together. We grew up together, we learnt together, we played together, we changed together, we fought together and sometimes with each other but we grew together from that as well.
We have never spent more than 2 days without physically being with each other. I’m not sure how I’m gonna handle being alone.
“Y/n?” I feel a large rough warm hand being placed on my lower back and two looming presences of the two men who are going to make sure I’m not alone for however long my other half is away.
“You too must be really close” Rengoku says “Can’t imagine what it’s like to be away from each other” he’s right he can’t imagine it.
I turn to look at him. I feel more at ease with them without the audience of my bestie. “Yh it’s going to be really hard” I look at him in the eyes.
He must have realized I’m on the verge of tears because cups my cheeks and traces my cheekbone with his thumbs. He draws me closer resting my head against his chest. I can hear Tengen gathering our things “It’s ok, we are here with you ok.” I shut my eyes. At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m crying.
“Hey, hey pretty thing, how about we head back to our apartment and we chill and watch some movies? We have all sorts of sweets that you would love to try sweet heart” Tengen draws my attention from Rengoku who very much still has his hands on me.
He’s now holding all of the things that I brought for the picnic which is quite a lot.
“Tengen give me something to hold” I saw wiping stray tears.
He began walking to his and Rengoku’s apartment with a brisk pace “It’s one of my greatest Ickes to see a lady carry anything around with a man present” I roll my eyes “Just bring your pretty ass here and let’s go watch something” I really never have a say now do I
“C’mon y/n” Rengoku places his hand on the small of my back as we follow Tengen back to the apartment.
I felt so warm and fuzzy. I felt so incredibly safe. And after what has happened between the three of us, to an extent, I kinda feel loved. The thought alone had the blood rushing to my face. Rengoku’s hand on my back is becoming warmer and warmer by the second.
As a matter of fact, I was walking pretty close to him. He smelled heavenly. I wanted to lean into him and fall deep into his warmth and feel his touch.
The night after what seemed like the best sex I will ever have they pampered me to the point that I wasn’t allowed to walk for myself. As soon as we were finished Tengen went to run a hot bath and Rengoku came with a warm towel to wipe me down.
To be very honest I was very embarrassed at the thought of them wiping my naked body but I was far too tired to make an effort to stop them. Plus it felt amazing.
Once I was clean I wore Rengoku’s boxers and shirt. Anything from Tengen was going to drown me.
When I was dressed they had rested me down in the middle of their custom size bed that had fresh warm sheets. I was so relaxed at that point I was practically already asleep.
I then felt the bed on both sides dip significantly and two warm soft bodies lay beside me. “I’ll cherish her”
“So will I”
“She’s mesmerizing like nothing I have ever seen before”
“Yes Rengoku she is, and trust me when I say I agree with you completely, but right now she needs sleep. We kind of went rough with her tonight”
“Well I mean she liked it—“
“Can you shhh!” I finally mustered the strength to talk. I’m so tired and their yapping is keeping me awake.
“I’m sorry lovely we’ll make sure not to wake you” I can feel both of them come closer until I was jammed between them both. I was enveloped and cuddled while their hands still were being aware of the bruises on my body.
Right before I went to sleep I could feel the steady rise and fall of Tengen’s chest on my back and Rengoku’s even breathing on my front. That night was by far the best night's sleep I ever had.
Now here I am again. Black where it all happened. My best friend knew what she was doing. Because with these two I won’t have room in my mind to miss her too much.
A/n: I hope y'all enjoyed. This was inspired by one of yunonoai's drawings. Its the one with Rengoku and Tengen obviously. You can find them on twitter:)
Much luv
Ludicix
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Clasps my hands together. Twiddle my thumbs. So it's been a while, huh?
I took a little bit of an accidental hiatus for ... a year or two? Two years? Yeah. Anybody remember between realms? I remember between realms
And I'm thinking about revamping it! Again. I started this project when I was like 16, and I feel like it kinda shows? Not necessarily in a bad way, but the direction I was taking it in just doesn't feel reflective of who I am anymore. So I'm starting it over again lol
It's entirely possible that I Won't. Do Anything. So don't be surprised if my chronic writer's block is not actually suddenly cured. But I'm tentatively back babyyy
More miscellaneous thoughts under the cut
I'm gonna be changing a lot of things, including probably most of the plot! It wasn't that great anyway I'm gonna be honest But I love these characters. I want to keep playing with them. And! I'm gonna keep this blog, part of me is tempted to make another sideblog for a cleaner slate but it wouldn't feel entirely... genuine? Or something. I might cringe at my earlier work now, but it might be valuable to be able to easily look back at where this started. You know? You know
Some of the changes I want to make to BR include...
I want Darien to have a larger role. This is actually changing Back to the earlier idea I had, where he and Maxim are like, partners in monster hunting. I don't know why I changed that but I'm putting it back. I also want him to be older, like in his 40s maybe? It'd make more sense for what I want to do with him
I'm not sure about having Maria as the narrator. I might take from Leigh Bardugo's writing style and swap povs around or something, we'll see (I read six of crows and it did something to my brain hi)
A lot of ideas I had about religion have changed since I started BR! This will definitely be reflected. The specifics are ummm Personal but it's such a central theme in this story & its world that you're going to notice, and I don't really want to write a book that I don't agree with LOL
I want to lean more into the horror aspect of it, as well as just heavier themes in general. For a long time I was hesitant to make my writing Too fucked up because I was worried people wouldn't like it, but this is My Thing and I want it to be fucked up! I think it would benefit from not holding back. I might also make it funnier, though. These aren't mutually exclusive
What else. Fucking uh... those are the big ones. Other than that I just have a lot of little bits and pieces I'm not satisfied with anymore. Ya 👍
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The Fam Reacts To The Classic Child's Play
AN: If I missed a certain scene you might have wanted. Message ME!
The Rays sat down on their couch covered with blankets and with their butter popcorn in hand, ready to watch the classic Child's Play.
"Ok first off! I want no hate from any of you! They did my teeth no justice. That fuckin traumatized me. AND, I was WAY more handsome than that actor Brad Dourif. (No hate to Brad!) This is just to give you an idea of what went down ok. YA GOT IT!"
"Yeah yeah, PLAY THE MOVIE!"
"Yeah, Dad!"
They get to the point when the twins see their Father as a human and they both look at each other bewildered a little creeped out seeing him human. Sure they had seen photo's of him human but to actually see him moving and talking was a whole other story.
"UM. PAUSE. Dad. HOW ARE YOU LOSING IN THIS CHASE SCENE?"
"I GOT SHOT IN THE GOD DAMN LEG! I think that's a valid excuse."
"Also, What's up with that hair?"
"It was the 80's! People had wild hair! Plus I didn't see the need to cut it."
They get to the scene where Eddie drives off and leaves him.
"What an ASS"
"MUM!"
"Sorry Sweetface"
Glenda cringes at the fact that she sees her dad screaming at Eddie not to leave him. HER father of all people.
"Man, I looked pathetic, screaming for help."
They get to the point where Chucky transfers his soul into the doll.
"Dad.... so far I'm disappointed in your human serial killer act."
"HEY! At least I found a way to come back."
Later Into the film
They get to the point where they show Chucky's sworn enemy Andy Barclay in the film and even the sight of him pissed Chucky off.
"Little Shit. That Little Fucker fucked up my face."
"What? Is that how you got your scars?"
"I'll tell you later"
"I hate that kid. Andy Fucking Barclay"
On the screen, it shows Maggie getting hit by a hammer and her falling out of the building. A concerned look on Glen's face and laughter from Chucky and an evil smirk from his wife and daughter.
"One of my best kills's don't ya think Tiff?"
"Oh yeah. That was good"
LATER ON
Eddie Caputo returns to the screen and a frown spreads across Tiffany's face.
"I still can't believe that asshole left you."
"Yeah I know right! Fuckin Traitor."
"Yeah, what happened to him Dad?"
"Haha, You'll see"
Eddie Dies From Explosion.
"Oh."
"Tiff. Where are my Pork--"
"In the cabinet on the left Sweetface."
"Thanks, Tiff."
Chucky got up and went to grab one of his favorite snacks and took a detour to the bathroom. When he returned he grinned seeing what part of the film they were on. One of his favorites. He almost choked on his soda at the actual memory.
"I SAID TALK TO ME DAMNIT OR ELSE I'M GONNA THROW YOU IN THE FIRE!"
Tiffany paused the film right before Chucky came to life.
"Kids. Daddy's gonna say some really bad words. And if I catch you using this type of language EVER! I'm gonna wash your move out with soup! And no IPad's for the rest of the month! You understand?"
"Yes Mom"
"Yes Mum"
Tiffany hit the play button.
"YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU FILTHY SLUT! DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME! ARGH!!!!" *Then proceeds to bite Karen*
"Dad, what the actual flip was that?"
"Yeah, you looked like a fricken animal gremlin thing."
"Ummm. Ok, I was pissed and wanted to scare the bitch. I was about to be thrown into a god damn fire! What did you expect? For me to give her a hug?"
Later On
We're skipping some parts and getting to the most important parts this movie is so long XD
Chucky creeps into Andy's hospital bed and pulls off the covers only to find pillows instead and Andy makes his escape.
"Dad? How did you get outsmarted by a 6-year-old boy?"
"Ok. I didn't expect the kid to be "smart" ok? JEEZ! I thought he would be a dumb naive little kid who would just go along with everything I said. AND HE DID for the most part at the beginning of the Film."
They get to the scene where Chucky goes up the elevator.
"Ugly Doll"
"Fuck You."
"Dad she ain't wrong."
"GLENDA!"
"Well, you look okay now. It's just they made you look so human-like. It's kinda creeping me out."
Chucky gets trapped in the fireplace by Andy and his mom.
"Andy Nooo. We're friends to the end. Remember?"
"This is the END FRIEND!"
Chucky's set ablaze, screaming and running around.
Tiffany cringed at the sight of her husband in pain.
"Holy Shit"
Andy discovers Chucky is gone and is on the floor crawling away from Chucky's burned body.
"Dad you look horrifying."
"I know and they made me look like I have a big ass head."
"You do tho."
Chucky rolled his eyes, gave her the finger, and continued watching the movie.
Karen shoots Chucky to pieces but he still isn't going down.
"Dad how the heck are you still going?"
"I'ma fuckin trooper that's why."
Mike Norris' partner comes and is then strangled by Chucky's arm.
Glen jumps at the scene "HOLY! Dad your arm scared me."
"SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM IN THE HEART!"
The bullet fires and finally kills Chucky.
"DAD SERIOUSLY! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP COMING BACK!"
"HAHAHA! You know what they say. You just can't keep a Good Guy down."
Glenda internally facepalms at her father's smartass remark.
"Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna PLAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY"
MOVIE ENDS.
"Dad what in the actual heck."
"So that's how you got trapped inside the doll."
"Yep."
"Dad you are one creepy MotherFu-----"
"GLENDA RAY! Don't you dare finish that sentence!"
"HAHAHA!"
#family bonding?#chucky#chucky x tiffany#childs play#chuckyxtiffany#tiffany valentine#charles lee ray#raysforever#glen and glenda#chiffany
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A Teenage Kind of Love (salvis)
Episode 6
(travis)
The next day at school is a living nightmare, everyone asking me if I'm okay and saying their sorry for my loss, constantly reminding me, I just want it all to stop. I need a drink. After attendance in 3rd period I excused myself to the restroom and grabbed my bag from my locker heading off to the bathroom. I snagged a beer from the cabinet yesterday when my dad was asleep. I find my normal spot in the big stall and sit down when I hear the door open.
“Travis” says sally face gentle voice, god i really need to talk to him i think as i open the beer can and take a sip
“Yes” i shoot back in almost a whisper
“I was hoping you were in here, wanna talk?” he says sitting down on the other side of the stall door.
“Kind of” i say, i don't really know what i want to talk about but i know I just want to listen to him. My mind flashes to last week. When I put my hand on top of his and how nice it was. Fuck.
“You don't have to if you don't want to, are you okay i know after your mom's thing” he says in a sad tone of voice
“Yeah I'm fine,” I pause , taking a deep breath.
“Did you hear about what I did '' I cringe , saying that I haven't prayed actually in months, then out of nowhere I felt compelled like it was the right thing to do in the moment even though no one else was. I take another sip.
“Yeah… are you still religious i thought you were giving that up y'know since your dad” i never really thought about that, of course i believed in god and i dont think im ready to say goodbye to my faith at least not yet, but i definitely don't believe in the god my father does if he even believes in god.
“I am just not the way my father is,” I say with immediate guilt washed over me, “one does not talk bad of one's father” my dad would say to me when I was little.
“But i shouldn't be talking about him” i say taking another swig from the can. I carefully place the can underneath the stall door and he sighs pushing it back to me.
“I don't drink,” he says, sounding frustrated.
“Why not” I ask, drinking has done nothing other than bring me comfort and help me forget and feel better.
“I don't really wanna talk about it,” replied. I know his friend Travis smokes.
“Do you smoke?” I have a question.
“Sometimes” fuck, I made him uncomfortable. I grab my bag and booze and unlock the door.
“I gotta go,” I say , staring down at him. He nods and I leave.
(sal)
I knew it, he's been drinking. I feel so helpless like after the accident when my dad started drinking, how it was my fault. I know Travis drinking isn't my fault but I can't help but feel terrible, I mean do I need to tell someone? But on the other hand I don't want to seem like I'm intruding on his life by sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Why was he asking about smoking? Does he want to smoke? I can't even think right.
After school I meet Larry at the car and he's already inside blasting his new sanity falls CD.
“Can you wait till we atleast get on the road for this?” I scream over the music and turn it down.
“Its sick right? Now I can play music as loud as I want ALL the time, not just when my mom isn't home” we both laugh. That's one of the first things he said to me when we met and I asked him about living in the basement.
“Can I ask you a question?” he nods, giving me his full attention.
“Do you think you could get me some weed?” I say leaning back in the passenger seat.
“How much? And why” he questions.
“Ummm i don't know enough for two people ill pay don't worry. Because Travis was asking, ``I was gonna maybe invite him over to hang out,” I say and Larry raises an eyebrow.
“And you don't have a crush on him but you are willing to give him free weed?” I slapped his arm, I would have slapped him harder if he wasn't driving.
“I don't… maybe” I say, running my hands through my hair and sliding down in my seat.
“Duuuuuuuude your seriously fucked” he laughs.
“No I'm not.. He actually kinda sweet, its really his dad that fills his mind with all those things and thoughts” i say, and of course i dont even know if hes gay, i dont even know if im gay. Shit… i am fucked.
“Whatever you say” Larry rolls his eyes as he pulls into the parking lot.
“And yeah I can get you some weed. I'll bring it to your house tonight when I go get groceries.” he says getting out of the car.
(travis)
When my fathers car pulls up it's not him driving from Alysa i get in the back seat silently.
“Travis, I just want to talk to you about our new relationship, as I'm going to be your step-mother,” she says nervously, squeezing the wheel.
“You are nothing like a mother to me Allysa your 22, 4 years ago MY mother was picking you up from highschool” she sighs.
“And now i'm picking up MY son from highschool” she smiles in the rearview mirror. HER son? I will never be HER son I'm barely my fathers son.
“ALYSSA you are not old enough to be picking up your son from kindergarten” i reply angrily and she again lets out another sigh.
“Your father would not appreciate this, you have to understand we are getting married and that is the final young man!” she says sternly pulling into our gravel driveway. I can't help but laugh, young man? She's barely 5 years older than me.
“Allysa you're barely 5 years older than me” I shout from the car as she stomps up the stairs inside slamming the door. When I reach the door it's locked. I jiggle the handle when I hear Alyssa from inside.
“Go somewhere else travis! This is MY house and I can deny access to anyone I want, I AM AN ADULT” she yells. I cant fucking believe this, this girl just kicked me out of MY house. Where am I supposed to go? I mean I don't have any real friends… Do I just sit here?
I guess I could.. Go to Sally's face.
I run around the side of the house and grab my bike from the shed.
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Little Master
Child!Diluc x alchemist!Reader (pt. 1)
Warning : Perhaps some misgrammar, and maybe u might passed out because Child!Diluc is so wholesome just being cute :3
Genre : pure fluff, cringe
Summary : You ask Diluc to come joining you and Albedo who recently working on some experiment. Well, more like you are the one who force Diluc though. Long story short, the experiment gone wrong and puff....!! A four years old lovely red-haired boy suddenly showed up.
Notes : Hello ! So this is my first time writing, ummm "things" in English. I'm really sorry if there's some or many misgrammar because English isn't my first language :<. Anyway, i decide to write this because there are so many Child!Diluc arts i saw on my social media and i can't handle his cuteness omfg. Oh yeah- Hope you enjoy this! Happy reading <3
characters cr. to hyv/mhy except u
"Isn't it too early in the morning to visit your alchemist friend?" Diluc says while putting on his coat, talking to you who sitting on the couch in your share bedroom with a glass of morning tea on your hand.
You sip the tea on your hand before say, "i was asking Albedo to make a certain potion for me. So i'm helping him and now i want to see how the process been going on so far." You look at Diluc with an exciting smile and put down your tea on the table.
"What exactly the certain potion you mention about?" Diluc frowning.
You kinda startled by his question. Your face starting to get red and it just make Diluc concern even more. "W-well, that's for me to know."
"Hmm?" Diluc raise his left eyebrow.
"Nothing! Forget it, anyway you should come with me-" Diluc just gonna open his mouth to say any words until you cut him, "and no, you should take a day off, Charles will understand. Beside, yesterday was really rough when you worked on your 'darknight hero' dutties, isn't it?"
Diluc sigh. "I'm used to it. No need to worry, love."
"No no no no no you're coming with me Diluc, and who knows perhaps Albedo have some potions that can help your little grape garden flourish." Diluc take a momment of silent to think about your words. You wait patiently with hopeful eyes.
"Fine, i'm coming with you." Diluc finally giving in, you gesture a little hooray.
Diluc overing his hand which you accept it happily. The two of you walk out from the bedroom and leaving Dawn Winery to go to Mondstadt.
"Hey Albedo! How's the potion?" Just as you and Diluc arrive at Albedo's place you immediatly greet him.
"Oh? Y/n and Master Diluc, what a surprise...welcome." Albedo greet you all back before continuing "I just need to add some valberry and some slime condensate to finish the final step. However, we still need to wait this composite to blend."
"How exciting! I can't wait for the final results!" Seeing your excitement makes Diluc smiling a little.
"I shall grab some drink for you two, i'll return in a minute..." Albedo takes his leave to the pantry leaving you and Diluc alone.
"I still don't get what so interesting with this sticky dough." Diluc take a seat across from you. He looked at the pot on the desk and frowned. That sight making you chuckle.
"Oh Diluc, could you stop frowning? You're ruining your handsome face." Diluc's face suddenly becoming as red as his hair. That just makes you laugh even more.
"Oh my, i think it's time to put the last ingredient. Diluc, could you grab that already crushed vallberry on that drawer? I will grab the slime condensate." Before Diluc could say a word, you alreadly leave him.
Diluc having a hard time guessing which vial is the actual vallberry. He scratch the back of his neck and then take a vial with somethings red in it. "This has to be it right?? Vallberries are red though."
Diluc walk back to you who now carefully pour the slime condensate in to the pot. "You find it? Good! Now for the last touch..."
You grab the 'vallberry' from Diluc's hand then immediatly pour it on the potion. At first, the potion doesn't gives any reaction until the pot start to glow and tremble. You suddenly widening your eyes in surprise.
"Watch out!!" You hides under the desk, a sudden sound of explotion echoing around the room. You wait for a few second until you come out from under the desk. Flapping the dust from your clothes, you look around Albedo's labotary looking for your boyfriend, "ummm Diluc? Are you okay?" But no respones.
You walk across the desk and found a little red-haired boy, wrapped in over, well- too oversize white shirt looking around with a confused expression. You gasp. "Archon! D-Diluc?!"
You bring him up and put him on the clean part of the desk and then look at Diluc's face. Diluc just blink in confused while looking at you. "Pwetty! Pwetty lady!" The confussion are now stick on your face. "What? Who? You mean? Me...?" Diluc nod his head, his mouth is opening a little and his eyes full of dazzling. You chuckle in response.
"Forgive me! I was hearing some loud noises, is everything okay...uhm." Albedo's freezing for a while seeing Diluc in his child form. "Is he Master Diluc? Are the potions fail?"
You nod, Albedo come to your direction. The alchemist look on the floor and bend down to grab a vial that Diluc was previously taking. Albedo give it a look and say, "I think you put a flaming flower instead of vallberry." You raise your left brow then remember that you were asking Diluc to grab the vallberry on the first place.
"Forgive me Albedo, i was asking Diluc to grab it for me. It's not surprising he grab a wrong vial, he doesn't familiar with it." You gaze at Diluc who now reaching out his hand, asking you to embrace him up. You smile and then grab him up.
"Lady so pwetty, kiss!" You chuckle and kiss Diluc's forehead. You don't have any idea that your boyfriend who has a cold image could be really wholesome like this.
"I wish you could stay like this forever, but Mondstadt might get an economy crisis because of my selfishness then." Diluc tilt his head, wondering what are you saying just now.
"Base on my calculation i can reverse the previous potion to make the antidote. But it might take 3 days at the very minimum because we actually running out of ingredients and i should go to Dragonspine."
Great, what could be so wrong if Diluc Ragnvindr take a break for three days. You can help to take care some of his work since you usually be his emergency assistant, so everything should be under your control right! You looked at Diluc in your embrace and exhale.
"Well little master Diluc, i think this is the time you should rest from your duty!"
"Yes sleep!" Diluc yawns.
END of Part 1
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decided to reroll in let's go eevee and play as Rose (Mason-Sunderland) and it's been so much fun y'all. she definitely has a hypno named Lullaby and somewhere a jigglypuff named Purin bc this is my game and my cringe. she has some pokepasta pokemon. and a rhyhorn she named after Douglas that she rides on. and i love that for her a lot
that said she's a riot to think about in pokemon universe. nothing cohesive but yeah. as far as what about harry and james? oh; you know. they're.... ....... they're fine. just chillin :)
named the rival Alex (sorry to the one alex i do know i just name characters based on vibes 😔 he's cool tho) and since i never named her Actual Rival (jk her childhood friend but close enough) in the ACTUAL -adjacent universe, yeah sure we'll go with that for now. sorry @ original characters Lane and Grayson but literally Rose is more important than your nameless kid. Sorry
ummm. GOOMT updates: need meds so waiting on that but also i kinda ummmmmmmmm accccciiidentally maybe kinda sorta rewrote the next 3 chapters' outlines to change their subject timing so uhhhhh g. gimme a second to decide which one works the best and then spruce up what i've got. cuz uh. see i tried to make a tentative planning timeline like back in deccember and the issue is that i knew this might probably happen adn so at least i can say I Tried but yeah now i've got two other alternatives to think about before i settle bc it really does matter!!! hahaha. oh boy
at least i think i've almost got the ch1 rewrite done. we'll see. bc the issue is that i'm thinking about it. and New Lore may appear. Lore Relocation as well. Hmmm. curiouser. and curioser. and tbh i didn't really want to start with ch1 and work totally chronologically. ngl. so i might finsih the ch1 rewrite and hold off on it. finish some other ones. and then post. so ch1 isn't so fuckin JARRING of a writing styl change LOL from ch1 to ch2 like BAM oh shit what the fuck happened here y'know??? LOL. so yeah just. gimme a sec to work wiht that i've
i've literally beenw ithout my brain worky-right meds for a few days here as well as none of my medical speed and tbh. hands on hips. hhhh. yeah we'll go with that lol. boy you notivec a difference but it's ok. it's fine. it's fine i have an appt tmrw it's fine
anwyay so listen
rose, right. so about young rose
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Feb 16th, 2024 (technically Feb 17)
12.07 am Listening to Clouds by Jon Vinyl. Sitting in my bedroom in Karen, Kendi beside me.
Wow. I am here. I am in Nairobi. I felt the Nairobi sun. What a ride. I lost a day through my travels and my body has no idea what to do with that. My feet are swollen, my tummy is bloated and I have little appetite. I am in awe or lowkey cringing at people that jet set all the time because, ummm you okay? Or maybe I am just not built for long trips around the world. I don’t want to do a trip like that for another two years. I will do it one more time for Mayor of Sligotown’s graduation. Then that’s it. I got to Frankfurt at 7am their time but it was around 1am in Montreal. I chilled there for 3 hours, did some writing, a face mask, stretched, had a really Gøod latte then boarded to Nairobi. The Nairobi flight was cool, I switched my seat to sit in a more spacey area since the flight wasnt full. I slept really well. Those cbd edibles definitely helped. I got to Nairobi earlier than I expected so I waited for a little bit. I didn’t mind because I was enjoying my senses. Like the smell of Nairobi is it’s own, from the airport. It’s like you can smell the lushness. Kendi and the driver picked me up. Reithi pulled up for a hug. I enjoyed the drive, like it felt surreal. I did it. I am here. I pulled off the unbelievable. I kinda didn’t fully grasp that I would do this. It’s like it fully sank in on the drive. I was a bit sad my Munene was not at the airport. I mean, life be like that. But every other time I flew into Kenya, he’s been among the first faces I see. I got to Karen and SweSwe was still up. It was so nice to see her at home. I love this home and I forgot how much it means to me. The feelings came flooding back. Childhood photos of me scattered around different walls, art pieces I’ve seen since I was a baby. I could walk corner to corner of this big ol’ house blindfolded and find my way. I am home. I fell asleep pretty early and woke up early. Am I a morning person in Nairobi? Hmm lets see. Maybe because most of the house sleeps pretty early so I am likely to as well. And the house is up mad early so I am likely to be as well. I like that. Today I got up and decided to do a little phone adventure. What an adventure. I walked to Karen Hub. It’s a bit of a walk but I wanted to feel at home. The walk was so Gøod. So Green. So lush. It just felt amazing to walk in such lushness with the sun warming my skin. It took about 4 hrs and a lot of running around back and forth to get a new sim card. Shout out to Reithi for coming in clutch. I took a motorbike already because I needed to go home and get my ID and come back to the phone shop and its quite a walk. Anyway, the bike ride was lit. I was watching kites fly overhead as I zoomed through the backroads. Life is Gøod. Now I have a Nairobi # and a data plan so I can do things. I need to sort my ID and mpesa in the next few weeks. I came home, napped, unpacked, chilled with the women in the house then came up here. I love that this is primarily a woman's house plus one baby boy. He and I became fast friends because…me and toddlers just click dawg. I ate matoke and wahlahi, I savoured it. I can’t beleive I have access to my real real life again. I’m not wishing for it, I am living it. Diasporic living is always wishing for things you cannot have. So yeah, its been one day & I am back to being a Nairobae, even ate a smokie. Life is Gøod. Ase. Ase. Ase.
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December 21, 2023
Your Christmas or Mine (2022)
Students Hayley and James are young and in love. After saying goodbye for Christmas at a London train station, they both make the same mad split-second decision to swap trains and surprise each other.
JayBell: I haven't seen Asa Butterfield in anything since he was a kid, so it took me a while for me to get used to him in an adult role.
This movie is pretty cute, and I think they have some good jokes sprinkled in throughout. These two characters definitely need to work on their communication though. For the sake of conflict and everything, yeah bring on the drama, but I seriously they kept so many important things from each other.
Also the main lady has some audacity. Like she wanders into the forbidden room, opens all the stuff, and then decides to take it upon herself to decorate the whole place? I could never be that brave. She has supreme chaotic energy.
The dog scene is so crazy. Honestly, I didn't even find it funny.
I like that there's an attempt to explore the father-son relationship but I want there to be more of a conversation at the end between them than what there is.
But overall, it's a cute, entertaining Christmas movie.
Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈
Anzie: I have been dying for this trope since we watched Love at First Sight. And finnalllly we got it. But the reality is way worse than I thought. Bc if these happened to me. It wouldn’t be cute. I would die of pure mortification. End of story. The movie is very cringe but in that cute awkward way but also like I kinda hate them bc all of this is their own fault?? Bc both of the characters are absolute liars!!!! There is way too much to unpack there but like red flags guys, sort out your shenanigans and communication issues. The families are also a mess? But that’s a given? And I sooo knew his mom was gonna be dead and that Peanut was hers in some weird reverse John Wick dog thing. And I called it. And speaking of Peanut. The fact that he “died” that was not cool. And honestly it overshadows every thought I had about this movie. I can’t forgive it. I was a slap in my face and the face of Christmas. And the dog wasn’t even that cute.
- weird tho the dads like all I have is Peanut left- ummm you guys literally have a child? But sure.
- Also weird the grandpa in this was the crazy old pops rooster from the Chicken Run movies.
It was fun for the most part until the dog. So can’t wait for the shenanigans in the sequel.
Rating: 5.5/10 Christmas Cats 🐈
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i like a girl lol
Sooooooooooooo ummm the title of this rant? would be "i like a girl" lmaooo Soooooo yeah theres a girl i kinda like?? its nothing serious tho but yeah i like her ig, she's not really my type tho but idk . She treats me so well i cant help it. i feel things lol. I keep checking my phone every second of the day (just did again) and it sucksssss. She kinda likes me back? atleast thats what she says . but idk i dont think so. The possibility is too narrow but yeah.
She has a boyfriend lol and its not like i care tbh cause its not like i wanna make her cheat on him something i mean she wouldnt and i wouldnt want her to. Also i know this isjust a phase for her and itll go away soon. for her or for me. Yk know i cant like someone for long especially if i dont see a possibilty of us dating. so yeah im gonna go with the flow rn. She told me that she had a crush on me since months tho but again ahh i dont think so. maybe shes overthinking . maybe she just wants to be my friend.
anywayyy soo im just going with the flow. we flirt a lot. we blush a lot. Thta bitch flirts with othets and makes me jealous lmao dumb fuck and i do the same bwahaah. sooooo yeahhhh i know after whatever this thing is ends im gonna be sad af for 2 weeks i think? cause we talk so much and its gonna be lonely. but again im a pro at moving on soooooooooo
7/10/23 (1:51am)
(im gonna keep adding the rants)
and the best thing about this is that i'm very well prepared for the heartbreak so im sure it wont hurt much lol im actually very sure about that. I always expect the worst in these things so its going to be chill. I'm sure shell come out of this phase soon and it will only be a memory for both of us. mostly in a good away tho. I'm not gonna take this too seriously and just have fun. you're flirting? okay ill flirt back. you're treating me well? ill do the same yeah thats it lol
i have a strong gut feeling that this is gonna end soon like 3-4 days? i dont know. lets see
7/10/23 (18:25)
Oh wow soooo it almost ended that day lollll but then yeah we kinda talked it out? Anyways i feel like something changed after that. I think in a good way? The obsession feelings decreased and maybe the good friendship feelings increased? I honestly have no idea and i should probably stop trying to figure it out lol. Anyway now I'm back and i think she doesn't like me anymore. Maybe I'm just over thinking? But lol nvm let's see how it goes
11/10/23 (2:05am)
Lmao bitch read this post. anyways im gonna act like no one knows about this account. Its soooooo scary i know i've told this before but its just really scary. See i have trust in myself that if IF something goes wrong ill move on fast, OKAY WHY AM I OVERTHINKING AGAIN. lets fuck this. SHES SO CUTE IM SO OBSESSED I HATE HER SO MUCH. ITS SO MUCH FUN TALKING TO HER. even though sometimes i really wanna push her off a cliff but its okay. I wanna write so much but im blank again wtf
14/10/23 (01:48am)
Why do i feel like she hates me now. Maybe she'll finally lose feelings. i mean yeah thats okay and understandable but it'll be too sudden so idk. I'm ready for anything at this point . I wanna text her but i guess ill give her space. I'll just distract myself and sleep. She has nooooooo idea about the amount of over thinking im doing rn. im so sure shes done with me and will never see my face again. lemme prepare myself. Thankfully im veryyy tired so ill fall asleep easily.
14/10/23 (9:22 pm)
i randomly have such sudden outbursts of love for this baby. i want to cup her face and kiss her whole face , i want to hug her to my chest and kiss her head and baby the fuck out of her. She's gonna cringe reading this (please dont). I want to like put our foreheads together and close my eyes and feel it yk??? i sound soooooo weird. Please dont be creeped out
15/10/23 (10;02pm)
I like her so much like so so so so so so much. Its very scary and i know for a fact that i will be hurt later but ugh its sooooo worth it. I'm sooooo happy with her. The feelings keep growing and i dont think im gonna let it stop. its okay ill let it grow. yoloooo sooo ahhhhh. We just had a pubg date sksksksk shes soooooooo ahhhhh. She flirts so confidently , i was panicking behind the pubg call sksknjiuck. anywaysssss ugh I want to kiss her sooooooooooooooooo bad like fuckkkkkkkkkk i wanttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!.
20/10/23 (01:13am)
Hiii so idk bro she says she's more obsessed with me but obviously i disagree. I think i really fell harder lol I mean it's scary af but anyways. Idk she can go for hoursssss without talking to me and be fine and me ? Lolllllll I try to text back whenever I can but she doesn't do that. Maybe I'm asking too much. Okay i should chill out fr. I don't wanna depend on anyone lol. I only want fun stuff here even though i know I'm kinda in deep but anyways it'll be okay. I know she's putting a lot of effort i shouldn't complain. I'm getting more than i deserve anyway. And I AM happy af. I just miss her i guess. I sound sooooo stupid. Ugh I hope she doesn't read this
21/10/23 (17:12)
(23/10/23) 1:40am
She didn't text me back today. But I'm gonna be understanding. I don't want to overthink. Not today . There are so many possibilities and i wanna listen to her . I really want to be understanding. Because i genuinely care . I didn't text her back till 2pm due to some valid reasons tho but anyway I feel calm now. I texted in our gc and she seen zoned but maybe she has her reasons . Let's see . I don't want to think about anything. I really hope she's alright .
It's like i want her to text me about her day and all but then I don't want to expect much i don't want her to do zyada also idk she's already treating me nicely and it makes me happy. Its honestly more than enough and I don't want to be greedy.
23/10/23 (19:12)
okay sooo ummm the reality is hitting me these days. I was okay being the side chick but its really hitting me lol. Its not like she makes me feel that way nahhh she shows that she cares. Its just that idk maybe im only stupid. she flirts with others and sends me screenshots and everytime she does that i lose little feelings. Even though she does that for fun idk. If she keeps doing this, i might actually lose feelings lol idk how to tell her that. I dont wanna bicker or anything i dont have the strenght and anyway she'll be like nooo i do it for fun only because im cool. **heavy sigh** nvm . but should i let her know? communication is good yk. i guess ill try tonight. if she doesnt fall asleep. Okay ill tell her that, rest is her wish lol .
oh yeah btw todays our 1 month anniversary???? ehehehehe
okay she fell asleep, shes really sick so i hope she feels better soon.
but anyway i keep feeling stupid lmaoooooo i need to stop feeling this way and accept it. Thats the only way lol
21:23 (30/10/23)
Wah its been long, soooo umm idk we kinda had a disagreement? i honestly dont know what that was but yeah im 1000% sure that it wasnt my fault. i took my time to write and explain everything but nah i guess shes mad at me? ofcourse she is. we didnt talk the whole day and its kinda driving me crazy but im trying to look normal. I wont text her first , not because i have ego or anything but because im not at fault here. She took things a little too far and i got triggered. But again i did explain her everything like why it triggered me and all because i didnt want any misunderstanding. But yeah shes mad at me for that? i honestly dont know what to do. is this the end of us? i dont want it to end like this. I'm not ready but i also wont text first. She needs to own up to her mistakes. I miss her. I miss her so much . please text me ughh .
its okay i guess. this is like a break for us i think i dont know how this will end up
22:56(7/11/23)
lmao i got on with a lot of thoughts in my head but as usual im black again. sooo i cant stop thinking about her and its scaring the shit out of me. Atp im pushing myself to go out with friends and family just to divert myself from thinking about her lmaooo yeah its that bad. The worst part is even k-pop idols are not helping me this time. Its always her on my mind. But ill try my best to distract myself because i feel very one sided. Its prolly not but kinda is . idk. But i'm also behaving the same way with her ig? i talk about idols and behave like they're the only ones on my mind when its absolutely false. I'm sure its not the same for her tho. she really isnt that whipped for me lol. and thats okay. ill keep trying to calm myself down . BUTTT the more i try the more i think. What do i do?
05:36am (17/11/2023)
we had a talk yesterday and it hit a nerve, It hit a wrong spot and now idk what i feel anymore. It was hurting. My heart felt like it would explode. I felt too much that i dont feel it now. No i'm not over her. It'll take time for sure but something snapped for sure. I'm taking a break today, from her. I need to analyze my feelings and emotions and think. I need to be ready for whatever is about to come. and i will be, Im strong and i can do it.
I never spoke about this or wrote it here but i think i should now. I need to analyze my feelings and write it out. I like her. i like her a lot. It was all happy happy at first, just us flirting. It wasnt that serious. But it did get serious later. A lot of feelings got involved. I know i know that she has a boyfriend and that i am a second option. I know its genuine and she really likes me. But i sometimes i wish the other way around. Everytime she mentions her boyfriend, its like a stab in my heart and reality hits me. I get distant for a bit. idk if she notices. its not her fault tho, I cant talk to people about this because i know what they're gonna say. "its all your fault, you knew she was taken but you still chased her. its all on you. you"re stupid for even hoping or wanting something from a straight taken woman" oh dont even get me started on how much it hurts when she tells me shes straight. Its gives me mixed signals. she says she wants to kiss me, hold me and do things with me and then she says shes straight. see i know sexuality is not an easy thing, it takes a lot of time and courage and thinking to come to a conclusion and tbh its okay even if she doesnt, but i cant stop my feelings and my overthinking. what if she doesnt really like me and its really just a phase shes going through. because im confident about the way i feel. i like women, i like her, romantically , emotionally and sexually.
i want her. i want her so bad even if its for a month, i want to experience how it feels like to be in a real relationship with her but i know its impossible. Like that equation doesnt even exist.
yesterday night, when she told me she loved me. i couldnt say it back. I didnt have enough energy to feel things because my heart was already hurting. Thats why im taking a break from her today, Her calling me baby , princess and whatever cute things she does , its making me feel guilty. She shouldnt do those things for me, but i want it . i dont know what im typing honeslty. i just want her so bad but i know i shouldnt. i NEED to tone down now . from my side, ill take the love shes giving me, also reciprocate. but not more than that because even i feel guilty and shes going through things because of me, she says its worth it but is it? i know that one day both of us will move on from this. I'm pretty sure we're gonna think about this and laugh but right now i want her, But i also dont , But i do. lol.
14:04 (21/11/23)
Hi, lol. I feel so much for her. like so so so so much. what we have is so precious and important to me. i dont want to let her go. As a girlfriend, yeah i guess one day we'll have to part, but as a friend? i dont want to lose her. I may sound greedy but along with her girlfriend(idk what we are but lets pretend im her girlfriend) right now, i also want to be her second best friend. Is it too much to ask ? i mean i guess it is. It hasnt been that long but our emotional bond is too strong and idk if ill ever find it anywhere else. Even if i dooo ugh idk i just want her for a long time. Even after we break up and take our time off, i want her to talk to me. This may sound selfish but yeah. I still want her to come nag to me, complain about things and share her problems, emotions etc. Relationship issues, marital issues, friendship issues, work related issues, family issues, financial issue etc like literally anyyything. I want her to feel comfy with me, I will never force her tho. I just hope things turn out this way instead of us completely falling apart. Because if it breaks , im sure itll take more than 2 years for me to open up tp anyone again. After my last ex best friend , i really shut myself off and it was lonely. I do have friends and i know they are always there for me but i cant open up to them. emotionally. But with her i can. So i want her , need her for a long time. We may drift . life is unpredictable and people change so its okay but i hope both of us try our best. I know she said she ignores and ghosts her close friends when she feels something is off and then they drift apart but i want her to really try for us. Idk if it will be worth it for her but i want her to try because i know i will. unless she wants otherwise. lol why am i having such emotions today? this is the first time im feeling this way. with us i mean. okay ill stop now.
26/11/23 22:30
I think I'm in love lol idk I tried so much to not be 'in' love and to just love her but I think I failed at it. I'm even scared to admit it to myself because I'm a coward. I still don't want to admit it to myself. I love her so much . I feel so stupid for loving someone who loves someone else. I was never like this. What is wrong with me? Idk but can it be helped? No. I know I'll move on in the future and everything will fall into place but right now ugh i love her and I feel stupid af. Like really really stupid. I'm never telling this to anyone tho. They'll make fun of me lol. They won't understand. I myself don't understand anything. I'm giving away so much of myself and it's going to take a lot of time for me to get it back like after we break up. Anyways I hope she gets well soon. She must be in a lot of pain. It hurts to even think that she might be in pain ughhhh stupid**inserts my name* get it together.
Come back soon . I feel like a zombie without you
Lol I just looked at my instgram activity and was wondering why I had spent 4 hours on Instagram yesterday when we didn't even talk. Then I realised that we did. It has only been a day but it feels like weeks? Wtf? What is going on with me. I'm scared I'm so so scared.
28/11/23 (23:43)
Happy 2 months to us lol sksksk anyways I didn't miss her yesterday. Probably because I was dealing with my own shit . Doesn't mean I like her any less. I still care . I hope she feels better soon
30/11/23 (00:19)
I googled the recovery rate and the death rate of dengue and I'm more paranoid now. Maybe I'm crying too much because I'm sick . I cry a lot when I fever like it heightens whatever I feel and now I'm worried about everything. Myself , her ahhh.
This is way too scary. New fear unlocked. I don't wanna say it but ugh just the thought of your loved one not being there hurts lol. I think I'll never move on from it. Never. So dear universe or whoever is listening to me , you've been mean to me these days , there are only 2 things that I want the most right now. The most. And I'll do anything for it. 1. Her getting well soon. 2. I need freedom from my life . Which means moving away to another country. I need these so bad. I don't care if I don't die anymore. I know I've always wanted to die and that was the only prayer in my head but now no. I want these 2 . Please please please. I won't be able to take it please ahh I'm crying again. I'm never getting attached to anyone again.
It's December already, please please please I promise that if these two things happen, I WILL NEVER NEVER EVER think about killing myself again. I promise this. I really really really promise you. But , if not , then that's it. You know I've always wanted to die , ever since 2011, so I'm giving up on this if I get the things I want. Atleast the 1st one. I won't be able to live at all.
Why am I crying so much. It's too much to handle. I feel like the nerves in my head will tear open with the strain. Its been long since I cried so much . I know I'm over thinking but why can't I fucking stop. STOP. Okay I'll just sleep .
1/12/23 (00:05)
I didnt miss her at all these last 3 days but i think i miss her a little today. I suddenly think about her and feel like crying. This is not because i miss her but idk. I feel like every bad thing happened to me at once and my mental health is at stake. 1. her being extremely sick with that deadly virus? whatever it is. 2. My uni thing. 3 me falling sick as well. i cant control my emotions when im sick. especiallllyyyy fever. i feel so weak and that stupid fever aftertaste on my tongue is making me wanna puke. i think im sleeping a lot these days. like 16 hours a day or something, maybe physcial and mental exhaustion is catching up to me. fuck this life . anygays idk i hope something good happens please. i wanna cry again lol. crying feels nice all of a sudden . its all because im sick lol. i guess ugh idk fuck this
i slept on the couch yesterday night, i think ill do the same tonight lol. i always sleep on the couch when im sick i guess??? ah im sleepy again. prolly med effect. ill eat and sleep now. i hope my baby feels almost better tomorrow. wow im sleepy af all of a sudden . no energy i think ill fall off byee
01/11/23 (20:16)
Lol i haven't written in so long ahhh yeah idk it's going okay I guess. We were having a call on gmeet with another friend of mine and she spoke about her boyfriend today. Idk what happened to me and why it happened but I cried wtf? Like wtf?????? Idk what to do anymore. It's reality I know but it's hurting. I know I'm just a ummm what am I again? No one omg fuck this
03:20 (18/11/23)
i love you
22:36(uk time zone) 11/02/24
Ah i need you so bad but i yeah i should be understanding. I’ll be. But know that i need you so bad like emotionally but im not brave enough to text you .
15/02/24 1:14pm
I love you . It feels sad now . When i think about her, my brain makes me sad lol. Whenever i imagine fake scenarios with her my brain keeps constantly reminding me that im just delulu and nothing will ever happen. I already know that but lemme be happy? i keep thinking about the break up that will happen soon when she gets engaged. I know there’s time, there’s a lot of time but i can’t stop thinking about it. It’s like it’s always there at the back of my mind. I just wanna be delulu , carefree and happy. I don’t wanna think much okay bye
29/02/24(2:30am)
I hope you dont see this but I’m so sorry. There are so many thoughts running in my head rn. I feel like im ruining something perfect. i mean you and him. I know nothing will change , yall are the end game and i dont want that to change. But the guilt is hittinf me these days. Am i that bad? Am i that selfish? What am i supposed to do? Shouldi stop? I dont want to stop but i dont want to be so selfish. Am i really a homewrecker? fuck
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Realistically yeah kinda? I don’t think “groups” actually exist in the way that American movies and shows like to make it seem. Like sometimes cheerleaders were also in band, you know? But even taking away the over-exaggerations I still don’t think Robin and Steve would have been friends just because he seems like he’d be fucking obnoxious and she seems like she’d be a quiet kid people forget is there. But for the sake of plot.......
ummm steve and robin will always find a way to become besties wdym anyway I think they just need an excuse to spend time together so that their comedy routine can get some traction (remember how Steve said in his cringe fail confession that he laughed more that summer than like ever before? yeah <3) and an opportunity for robin to get surprised by Steve so that the image of "popular Steve" is shown to be a mask bc like I think that's why their friendship blossomed pure chemistry + oh ur not exactly what u want everyone to think u are and I think they could have swung that if they got the opportunity in high school
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ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ !
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs. venti, thoma, kazuha, xiao, albedo
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs. the boys x ballerina reader; kazuha’s a flirt; albedo’s a menace and a tease :)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs. she/her pronouns used. normally i write in 2nd person, but i didn’t even realize i wrote in 3rd person here, so i just went with it. im so sorry! also there’s lots of smooching :) none of it is sexual or meant to be interpreted that way, intimacy like that is just beautiful, or i use it as a sort of comedic medium (kazuha’s <3)
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ. perhaps i’m biased as a dancer, but i’ve always wanted to write something like this :) hope you enjoy!
i worked very hard on this piece for a long time, so if you like it, reblogs are much appreciated <3
ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ’s breath caught when he saw the familiar silhouette of a girl at the foot of his statue. she had always left such a prominent impression on him that her form could never appear foreign to him, even in the cover of darkness. as usual, she was dancing without music, alone—but he knew that there was a content smile on her face. there always was.
the girl danced with such grace that the wind god was consumed by wonder; it ate his heart away bit by bit until he could feel and think of nothing but her. permanently imprinted in his mind was the image of the ballerina drifting elegantly along the ground as if it were ice, swaying in a nearly hypnotizing manner. she was so delicate, so gentle, so lovely—like a whisper in the wind, venti mused. her movements conveyed deep emotion without words, emotion that couldn’t be expressed by words. fabric fluttered around the girl as she twirled and leapt and leaned, arms following suit in a form not perfect, but uniquely beautiful.
every other night, the girl was there. every other night, venti came to watch. and every other night, he began to expect her. so when she started to arrive only every two nights, then every three, then four, the god’s smile fell when he watched her dance, because what he saw in her movements was no longer the same as it had been.
before, the girl’s dance seemed to be her expression of joy. she had looked so happy. now, her movements were slower. they were solemn. sorrowful. he saw it in the way her fingertips no longer reached for some invisible object like they used to, in the way her lips never once showed an inkling of a smile, in the way her elbows sagged in her arabesque. occasionally, she would simply stand with her head bowed, one leg crossed behind the other. it crushed venti's heart. even more dispiriting was when he could hear the girl humming a tune he did not know—and venti knew every tune. but now, all he identified in the girl’s humming was a song of broken desperation.
so the god stepped forward into the light, startling her slightly, but she saw that it was only the bard. the bard, who had unashamedly pursued her for quite some time now—chasing her around mondstadt with his lyre while he tried to convince her to go on tour with him; the bard, who reminded her of a child's laughter and the smell of a summer breeze; the bard, who had surprised her with new shoes to dance in when her own had become much too worn. the ballerina had witnessed the sides of this flirtatious and fun-loving musician that no one else had.
her lips melted into a sad smile, and she welcomed him with open arms.
before venti enveloped her in his embrace, he lifted his lyre into the air; it floated on its own and began to play a much lighter—but still mellow—tune. it was a clear invitation to waltz, the lyre swaying mischievously as if encouraging her to just go on and dance already. the girl’s surprise was evident, but when the hands of the bard found her hips, everything melted into the background except for him.
venti guided the ballerina, letting his own joy pour into the movements in hopes that the girl would find her own. his hands brushed around her waist as she pirouetted three, four, five times, her arms floating above her head. as she came to a stop, the two faced each other once more, and venti could finally see that beautiful smile of hers again; her cheeks flushed, hair messed, and eyes bright, venti thought that no one could be more lovely. and he told her so, too, as he brushed stray hairs from her face, his touch like lightning on her skin.
they danced to the lyre until their feet stung and muscles ached, but their faces were sore from smiles and laughter. they had waltzed until dawn, and now the townspeople's chatter began to rise like heat, sending the ballerina into a sudden panic. their night of solitude and fairy tale-esque atmosphere had ended rather promptly, and her heart was beginning to feel the effects.
"hey, hey! it's okay!" venti murmured, placing the girl's hands in between his own. "do you trust me?"
she tilted her head. "i...i think so? what kind of question is that? are you gonna do something weird?”
venti's grin turned from sweet to sly, hands snaking around her torso to hold her to his side. "oh, no," the girl laughed nervously. "no, no, no, venti--"
but then the two were up in the air, blurred scenery of the city of freedom and its surroundings rushing past. the ballerina clung to the bard for dear life, barely managing to bite back her screams of terror; yet as quickly as the journey had begun, it ended, and the they landed in a secluded clearing of trees and underbrush.
as the couple composed themselves, little birds and squirrels began to approach them meekly, and venti swore the girl’s eyes lit with a joy like fire in that moment. she chittered back at the small animals in what most would consider just a goofy voice—but to venti, it was goofy and incredibly endearing.
after resting their achy muscles for a good while, and perhaps sharing a kiss or two (or seven), their waltz started back up right where they had left off, animals of all kinds hidden away in the trees to watch the lovely scene unfold.
every second ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀ waited, the eagerness in his heart grew.
she visited komore teahouse every so often, needing a place to stay after a performance or during travels, and every time, without fail, thoma somehow managed to fall more in love with her.
even when she wasn’t dancing, she was the embodiment of grace—lovely, gentle, charming. thoma could barely restrain himself from following her around like a puppy at all hours of the day just to see her smile and laugh and, well, dance. he loved nothing more than watching her dance, for when she did so it was clear that she was the fullest version of herself. the most happy. the most confident. the most free.
but thoma had no idea that the ballerina happened to be quite in love with him, too. half of the times she came to the teahouse with the explanation that she’d just had a performance were lies—she came simply to spend time with the housekeeper of the kamisato clan, just because she liked him.
“i’m bored,” the girl murmured, resting her chin in her palm to stare at the man across from her. they’d just finished eating a meal thoma had prepared which was, as usual, perfect.
thoma felt a slight panic rise in his chest. did he do something wrong?
but a sudden smile lit up her features as she sat up straighter, wiping any negative thought clean from thoma’s mind.
“let’s dance,” she whispered, a certain fire in her expression that only appeared when such prospects came about.
“what?” did he hear her right? thoma couldn’t dance. thoma was a housekeeper.
“i said let’s dance, pretty boy!” she laughed, wrapping her hands around his upper arm and pulling him to stand. “it doesn’t have to be perfect—you just do what you feel like doing.”
leaving him with an eager grin, she rushed to the music player in the corner of the room, picking a song so unlike anything he’d ever heard the ballerina dance to. it was upbeat, playful, and completely foreign to him, though he wasn’t against it at all. in fact, he felt his chest flutter in excitement as the girl shuffled back to him, beginning to move to the music.
what she did was completely different than her normal style of dance. while the ballet was beautiful and graceful, and she did indeed look happy when pirouetting and leaping, what thoma saw before him was a new side to the girl that he might’ve liked even more.
silly. joyful. bouncy. fun. the girl twirled herself around before grabbing his hands, saying, “come on!” in a sing-song voice. the girl lead him in a kind of duet where their hands were clasped as they danced; a lot of leg-kicking was involved, as well as switching positions with a twirl, or four. the music sounded vaguely familiar to thoma, which was odd, since he was sure he’d never heard it in his life.
“what is this?” thoma laughed, struggling to get a hang of the footwork, but enjoying the feeling of the girl’s soft hands in his own.
she beamed up at him, unable to hide the excited blush on her cheeks. “it’s called the charleston!” she exclaimed, twisting her hips with a laugh. “it’s not from here.” she would’ve liked to tell him where it came from, but that was an unfortunate secret she wasn’t allowed to disclose.
“i’m terrible at this, but i love it,” thoma yelled over the music as he tried to copy the girl’s movements. they danced until the end of the song, chatting and laughing until their lungs hurt from breathlessness; and as the last beat of the song died out, thoma and the girl collapsed in a heap of giggles, bodies cradling each other, their hands still tangled.
the atmosphere gradually became more calm as the two rested. thoma couldn’t help but say what had been burning at the back of his mind for so long now.
“sometimes…i wish you came around more,” he mumbled. “no, always. i always miss you when you leave, you know that?”
thoma ran his thumb over the back of her hand wistfully, waiting for a response. the only thing he got, however, was a brief kiss smack dab on the lips and a smile that could shame the stars. but these affirmed him better than any words could.
he was shocked—not that he didn’t like it. he’d wanted to do that for a while now. so, after seeing her happy little grin as she leaned over him, he took the liberty to lean back in, stealing as many kisses as he wanted. between each kiss, he mumbled ridiculously sappy and sweet things such as, “my pretty ballerina…” “my tiny dancer…” “my little cookie crumb…” (she barked out a laugh at the last one).
the girl reluctantly received every single kiss and comment, barely holding back her laughter at his too-sweet attitude. thoma knew what he was doing, and he only continued amusedly. “my beautiful, beautiful sugar plum fairy…” another kiss, more laughter, and thoma’s hands gliding along her hips to pull her closer.
“thoma, you’re killing me here,” she cried, crumbling into a fit of giggles as he attacked her face with more smooches. cheek, forehead, nose, lips, temple—nowhere was safe.
the ballerina ended up coming to komore teahouse even more often than before, and it wasn’t uncommon to find her at kamisato estate either, “bothering” thoma while he was supposed to be working.
ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ met her on the crux. she often had to travel between inazuma and liyue for shows, and beidou was more than happy to have her as a stowaway—especially when she found out just how much kazuha liked her.
well, it was apparent that the feeling was mutual, because not once, not twice, but three times did beidou catch kazuha and the ballerina making out in some discreet corner of the ship. young love, she mused. it made sense, didn’t it? a poet and a dancer? regardless, she snapped at them each time (affectionately), threatening to separate them if they couldn’t stop snogging each others’ faces off on her goddamn pirate ship. she was met only by childish giggles and kazuha’s dramatized smooching sounds in response.
but hey, how could they help it? they only saw each other every so often. they completed each other, they said, and perhaps this was true—the ballerina would listen with heart-shaped pupils as kazuha recited his sappy, lovely poetry; she flitted to and fro when he played his music, pirouetting to her heart’s content. they had an intimacy so innocent and incomparably tender that beidou often pretended to be seasick. “you’re gonna give me a cavity, assholes,” she would mutter as she passed by the couple, who had practically no space in between them as they “snogged each other’s faces off.”
kazuha was no ballerino, but he could certainly dance a duet. mostly, he loved to hold her hand or support her weight while she twirled and leapt—although he was quite guilty of interrupting her practice with distracting things like hugging her waist or tenderly kissing the back of her neck. each time kazuha committed such an act, he was met with a playful smile, but was ceremoniously and smugly corrected to place his hands on her hips, not his arms. then such distractions could be avoided. he would hum and agree, but just keep doing the same thing, kissing her neck with a grin as she struggled to pry off his leech-like grasp.
eventually, she would have to give in, but kazuha’s hold wouldn’t loosen—his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her ever closer as if this is the last time they’d see each other.
it struck her then that that was actually true—though not for a while, at least. she was going to leave the crux when they arrived to inazuma, and he was going to stay on board; it was likely they wouldn’t see each other for several months. the thought made her skin prickle uncomfortably, so instead she focused on her poet’s hands gliding around her hips.
“zuha,” she whispered. “when will i see you again after this?”
his expression became grim and his movements faltered, but he turned her around and tenderly kissed her forehead in response as if to comfort her worries. they both knew the answer to her question—not soon enough.
“why do you have to leave again? can’t you come off the boat with me? just for a little while?” she was close to tears at this point, tired of losing her love to distance. kazuha pulled her into a gentle hug. once again, they both knew the answer to her question.
kazuha was a wanted criminal in inazuma. if he got off the boat, the ballerina would lose him for good.
so they made the most of their time together, dancing and singing and laughing and kissing until beidou couldn’t stand it anymore (“you kids are gonna eat each other’s faces off, i swear,” she grumbled). however, the captain had no choice but to let it pass when she saw the crew members of the crux smiling and laughing, too, even joining in on the dancing and singing. when tasks were light, kazuha and the ballerina often led spontaneous group dances where most of the crew either joined of their own volition or followed reluctantly by means of force.
when the time came for goodbyes, the ballerina was very tearful, like always. kazuha had composed himself, but he felt deep turmoil at having to leave her again. but soon, he thought. soon they’d be together again. i just have to be patient, he told himself, wiping away his darling’s tears and kissing her forehead with a gentleness that was so characteristic of him.
patient.
how could he be patient?
kazuha knew that he could never be patient again. not after how long he’d spent with her, how deeply he had cherished her presence, how much he had kissed her and loved her and sang for her and danced with her. kazuha was not going to wait. kazuha was not going to leave her again. he didn’t care what it took—if he got arrested, if he died.
but the ballerina knew. kazuha had this look in his eye that said everything he was thinking—such teary desperation, overwhelming sadness, and anger.
she wouldn’t let him come after her. the risk was too great.
this spelled the beginning of a heated debate, one which beidou had to disarm very carefully as if tip-toeing through a minefield. once she was finally able to knock some sense into romeo and juliet, she stated very directly, “kazuha can stay with the resistance on watatsumi. problem solved? yes? okay, great. now kiss, you two—i’m getting bored.”
xɪᴀᴏ would never associate himself with mortals. he wanted absolutely nothing to do with them, not only because he didn’t want to harm them with his karma, but also because most of them were just annoying.
however, there seemed to be a mortal girl he considered to be noticeably less annoying than the rest, given that he allowed her to bring him almond tofu and sit next to him on the roof of wangshu inn. he tolerated her, was all he said when questioned suggestively by the owner of the inn.
the girl in question came to wangshu inn often to perform, as she was a travelling dancer and moved all around teyvat, but her favorite place to reside for long periods of time had always been liyue. this may or may not have been due to the presence of a certain adeptus. was she herself aware of this? not consciously, no. all she knew was that she always felt safe in liyue, as if protected by someone or something, and something about the place was simply attractive to her. she couldn't help but be drawn to the picturesque landscapes of jueyun karst, the warm and charming qingce village, and liyue harbor's lively atmosphere. it felt like home away from home.
xiao just happened to be surveilling the area around wangshu inn when the cliché occurred—the ballerina was meandering down the road to the inn for the first time, drinking in the sights with her small bag clutched before her, when a group of treasure hoarders approached. xiao had disarmed a great many similar situations, so it was no surprise to him when the thieves surrounded the girl threateningly, making her feel small and helpless with their jeering and suggestive whistling. xiao’s heart lurched in disgust.
“get lost,” the adeptus growled before anything more could occur, brandishing his spear as he sauntered toward the band of ruffians. the clear leader puffed up his chest in challenge, but the rest merely shuffled uncomfortably and glanced at each other, seemingly at a loss for whether to flee or fight.
“are you stupid?” the yaksha tilted his head in question; but before anyone could act, the surrounded girl suddenly whirled her travel bag, sweeping the lead thief right off his feet. he landed on his bum with a thunk. the other thieves bristled angrily, beginning to move towards her, but they had all been knocked out by xiao before a single hand could be laid upon her. the leader of the group, as the only one conscious, whimpered pathetic apologies while he scrambled to his feet and scurried away like a rodent.
this was how xiao and the ballerina first met.
her eyes were filled with wonder and appreciation as she profusely thanked the adeptus, but he dismissed her with discomfort, departing in that abrupt way of his—teleportation. she remained in the same place for a long time after his leave, heart beating in her ears, limbs tingly with anticipation. though xiao had disappeared from her sight, he had not traveled far. he watched the girl as she stood, eyes transfixed on her stunned figure until she finally began down the road. if anyone asks, he definitely did not follow her all the way to the inn to make sure she stayed safe. and he definitely did not give the stink eye to anyone who even glanced at her.
to xiao’s faux dismay, the girl became enamored with him. she considered herself in debt to him for saving her life no matter how much he insisted that he didn’t care. she knew that xiao at least didn’t hate her, just by the fact that he still talked to her. and she was right. he acted annoyed and distant, but he truly cherished the moments where she sought him out at the inn and sat next to him at the edge of the balcony, leaning on the rails and swinging her legs restlessly. that was one thing he thought was amusing about her—she was never still, never had been still in all the time that he’d known her. xiao supposed this simply came with her love of dancing and moving.
one of the ballerina’s proudest moments was when she managed to make xiao smile. they were alone on the balcony of the inn as usual, xiao staring into the horizon while the girl danced gracefully behind him to a silent tune. it would occasionally manifest in a hum, the volume jumping in intervals at extreme movement, but xiao was lulled by her voice nevertheless. he refused to face her in fear that she would see past his tough facade, because if he saw her smile, he was sure he would fall apart.
that is, until she slipped and fell. xiao’s head whirled to the sound of the crash, eyes darkening at her crumpled form. “i told you it’s not safe when you’re wearing socks,” he grumbled, helping her up by the hands. once standing, her grip on him tightened, refusing to let go even when he pulled. he glanced up to see the girl grinning mischievously.
“let go,” threatened the yaksha, but the girl was unrelenting. “i will get you to dance with me, xiao,” she smiled, beginning to move and pull him along.
he shook his head profusely, voice rising in pitch as he growled, “no, no you will not. i will not dance with you, mortal.”
“oh, xiao, you know my name by now.”
“i won’t dance with you.”
“but you already are!”
and with that, the ballerina released him with a reserved smile and continued her solo, but now xiao couldn’t look away. he was trapped, watching her dainty form as if in a trance. he was grinning before he knew it, even if it was just a slight upturn of the lips.
the ballerina had seen it, but this was for her only to know. she took hold of him once more, not daring to mention his smile—but now he was more willing to comply, intertwining his fingers with hers, placing one hand on her waist, and responding to her movements gently. she had done it—tamed the beast, danced with him, made him smile. her heart swelled with accomplishment, as well as admiration for the adeptus before her.
they seemed as if paintbrushes dusting across a canvas in the way that they moved, waltzing on the balcony with the kind of silent delight one finds in solitude. they were alone together, not a distraction in sight, allowing xiao to focus on one thing for the first time in his elongated, exhausting existence—the way she smiled. his life had always been dark. it consumed him day by day, the pain inflating like a balloon in his chest, fuzz clouding his vision until there was nothing left but a numb sort of grief. but the way she smiled? it washed away the fuzz. it popped the swelling balloon in his chest. he could see again; he could breathe again. he felt his face muscles lift to mirror the ballerina’s innocent grin as they twirled across the balcony in a dazed stupor, and xiao thought that he’d never experienced something so simply profound.
all in all, he was quite soft deep down.
as a master of alchemy, ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ wasn’t really one to pursue frivolous affairs of the heart, those frivolous affairs being crushes or anything to do particularly with love. but aside from being a scientist, he was also a painter—he could appreciate art when he saw it and was not incapable of finding the aesthetic beauty in things. his deepest desire would always be to watch the universe expand, break it all apart so that he could understand it, then build it back together again; but albedo’s love of art swelled to meet this desire when he encountered a ballerina, and all his preconceptions of love were thrown out the window.
her downright indifference to him was what spurred albedo on in his pursuit. he masked his intentions with the claim that he wanted to study the ballerina and her dancing, both for science and his paintings. he hadn’t fooled her, this was obvious, but she was so unbothered by his false motives that she played along anyways. she wasn’t quite sure what he really wanted, but whatever it was, she was certain that she wouldn’t mind it, given he was just a harmless scientist—as she saw him, anyways.
those who had pegged albedo as the type of intellectual to be inept at love couldn’t have been more wrong—he was wildly flirtatious when he had his wits and confidence about him. just because he normally didn’t take advantage of his attractiveness and focused on his work didn’t mean he couldn’t court somebody properly, by all means!
the ballerina was truly charmed by his efforts, but she kept that to herself, along with all of the letters and paintings and sketches he had sent to her from dragonspine when he was unable to see her, or she him. it was her guilty pleasure to read them over again and again, tummy fluttering unwillingly.
the girl had no clue just how infatuated albedo was with her. something about the artfulness of ballet and the beauty of human movement had inspired and entranced him, and since she was the embodiment of such things, naturally he was drawn to her. the more and more albedo saw her, the more and more his appreciation for her dance grew; and then it became a sort of cycle, where his appreciation for her dance trickled down into love for her as a person. he found himself unable to focus on his experiments and research, instead wishing he could watch her dance all day—or perhaps, he could dance with her. that was something he’d have liked to try, though he was certain his lack of experience would be his downfall in that activity.
despite her soft-spoken nature, sucrose—albedo’s assistant—couldn’t help herself from telling the ballerina many of the things her teacher had accidentally imparted to her, the subject usually being the ballerina herself. sucrose wasn’t a gossip at all, no! she was simply trying to help the girl realize just how much albedo thought of her. as much as the man was charming, at the moment he seemed to be tarrying, as if his courage and energy were waning. all sucrose wanted was for the both of her dear friends to be well and happy (and in love).
this opened the ballerina’s eyes, promoting her to understand albedo’s actions a bit more. when he made advances, she didn’t resist so blatantly, instead finding herself to even be a little bashful.
the girl’s favorite pastime was speaking to albedo in french, her hometown being fontaine. it amused her that this was the one advantage she would have over him, probably ever. that is…until he inevitably decided to learn it for himself. he would probably master it within weeks with that brain of his.
“ta cervelle est assez drôle (your mind is rather funny),” the ballerina mused, observing albedo during his work time. the man replied without so much as batting an eyelash to her, “i told you to stop doing that until i’ve learned it myself.”
“arrêtez quoi ?” (stop what?) her voice was lilting and musical, as if trying to push him to his limits.
“there you go again, being coy,” the scientist murmured, still focused on his work. “perhaps you’ve stopped playing hard to get, no? do you actually like me now?”
she hesitated. but since she believed he couldn’t understand her, she ended up pouring her heart out.
“c’est pas que je t’aimais pas,” she mumbled. “j’appréciais toujours ton compagnie, sincèrement. en fait, je pense…je pense que je t’ai toujours aimé.” (it’s not that i didn’t like you. i always enjoyed your company, sincerely. in fact, i think…i think i’ve always loved you.)
albedo paused in his work. he spun around to face the girl, an unreadable expression on his face.
“i’ve always loved you too,” he said, a whisper of a smile gracing his lips.
so this asshole really did know how to speak french.
“il y a beaucoup de choses que tu connais pas sur moi, ma ballerine.” (there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, my ballerina.)
“tais-toi.” (shut up.)
“ouch, how rude. i thought you loved me,” albedo teased. at this point, both were standing, and he was inching closer to her by the second, each footstep slow and meticulous. the girl’s heart thumped in her ears like a drum; she was still in shock from the fact that she had just accidentally poured her heart out to him. he knew now. he knew.
but all he asked of her was one dance. one dance, and he wouldn’t tease her about it anymore.
her agreement led to the two waltzing around albedo’s workshop, the passage of time forgotten amidst glowing smiles and the touch of each other’s hands. of course, he had no trouble picking up the steps or getting the hang of the movement’s flow. she wondered how he could be so well-versed in quite literally everything—he was truly a gift.
many “tais-toi”’s were uttered that day, albedo’s teasing being unrelenting despite his promise. he claimed that they hadn’t danced enough yet for his standard, so he still had teasing rights. of course, it turned out that this scale of “enough dancing” was decided wholly by albedo, so he could claim that no amount of dancing was enough and potentially tease her for the rest of time if he so wished. and oh, did he wish.
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❤︎
also, i am obviously not a native french speaker, so if there are any mistakes or strangely worded parts in the dialogue of albedo’s, please let me know!! im just a student and it’s only my first year learning :)
#KINDA CRINGE BUT UMMM YEAH#kinda disappointef with thoma’s but aaa its ok#mujimade#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#venti x reader#thoma x reader#kazuha x reader#xiao x reader#albedo x reader#venti#thoma#kazuha#albedo#finally decided to just post t#wa rotting in my drafts for a while bc i wanted it to be perfect i guess#but like ?? why#it just matters if i like it right#so ye s
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BBQ at the Kent's
Clark invites his friends over for a quiet BBQ at Ma's farm. It just doesn't go quite how he expected.
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Clark had invited his closest friends and their underlings to a BBQ at Kent farm. So what if his closest friends, all happened to be from the Justice League. Kent Farm was a perfect location. It was out the way so if power mishaps it was unlikely to be observed by anyone passing by. It was a large space so could hold lots of people. Especially as his friends seemed to have a habit of collecting underlings like Pokémon, in particular Bruce. AND it wasn't Wayne manor which despite what Bruce says isn't always a relaxing place to be.
Ma was catching up with Alfred and Lois which was good, Alfred deserved a medal as well as the chance to relax. The teens and kids were mucking about/chilling in the house, and he could catch up with his colleague slash friends and relax.
What he may have miscalculated though was his little sister returning home to see Ma. She knew about him and his 'side job'. She had also, very early on, figured out his friends ‘side jobs’ too. Working it out was a breeze according to her, they weren’t particularly discrete in the beginning (according to her at least). She had covered for him and saved his bacon more times than he would willingly admit. Hell, she's covered for him to them and covered for them without them knowing. She’d provided so many alibis and removed evidence that they hadn’t thought about. The issue though, with his sister turning up, was more that THEY a) didn't know about her and b) didn't know that she knew and finally c) she could quite easily give them all a run for their money.
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Walking into her family home she found a swarm of teens lounging around the living room. They were all chatting and talking over each other that they didn't notice her enter. Raising an eyebrow, she spotted Conner, who was currently wrapped around another boy with dark hair.
"Hey Mini Bale! Nice look you got going. Bet it's driving the old men mad and completely beats the plaid shirts and starched suits. Is Haybale out in the yard?"
Conner jumped, causing the others in the room to stop chatting, and looks to see his sort of aunt smirking at him across the room.
"Hey M, didn't know you were coming too? Yeah Clarks out back. Ummm….. why are you here?"
"This is my home too Mini Bale.” She deadpans him, “I was planning to surprise to see Ma as not visited in person for a while. I don’t need to tell Haybale every time I visit, he isn’t the boss of me.” Conner’s aunt pouted before gaining a glint in her eye, “What I wasn't expecting to see was Haybale having a "small gathering” here and not invite moi! But alas it is what it is."
The glint turning into a smug look with a dangerous edge as she took in the room.
"Auntie M!!!", the call distracted her from the room suddenly as Jon ran in from the kitchen and launched himself into a flying jump to hug with the women standing in the room. "Straw stack!! How are you doing sweetie? Made any new friends?"
While Jon dissolved into conversation with his Auntie, Tim took the opportunity to quickly assess the newly dubbed Em. She was well dressed, the sort you don't often see on farms and would be better placed in the city. Her clothes were expensive, the type he often could see board members wearing when relaxing. Even with Jon holding her attention she seemed to have clocked him studying her and nearly everyone else who was watching her interactions. Leaning into his boyfriend he queried.
"Em? Does she? Is she? Who???"
Conner chuckled at Tim's confusion, as well as the mystified faces of the others there.
"Tim, guys, I'd like to introduce you to Clark's sister, and my sorta aunt and Jon’s definite Auntie, Marinette. M for short. And before you ask Tim, no she isn’t like him. She *does* works with Max Kante in developing high tech material and gadgets since well she grew up with Clark and wanted to help him cope with his powers… She and Max created MiracuTech as a result. It’s her brainchild though really, M doesn’t really need Max."
"Mini Bale stop!! You’re dramatizing it. I need Max just as much as he needs me, our skill set complement each other. We couldn’t make half the stuff MiracuTech does without his input.” Marinette blushed, “Max says hi by the way and to tell you to pop by the office. He wants to test his new “creation” with you. Not that that offer will remain if you keep speaking of him like that. But it does remind me, how are you finding the glasses?"
It was Conner’s turn to smirk at his friends, and they could suddenly see the family resemblance in the pair.
"They're are awesome M. Like the play back function is brilliant. I've recorded so much blackmail."
His friends paused and a shiver went down their spines recalling all the incidents that have happened since Conner got his latest sunglasses.
"Fab feedback. I'll let Max know.” Taking as glance around the room, “I'm gonna take a wild guess as say Battle Barbie, Fishtails, Greedy Gonzales and Moody & Broody are out back with Haybale and Ma, Mini Bale?"
That again caused the room to freeze, being siblings with Clark kinda made sense that she would have known his identity, but for Clark to tell her about other identities was worrying. Conner tilted his head and looked at his sorta aunt as if trying to work out what she was planning.
"Yeeeeah, what are you up to M? I'm pretty sure you promised Clark you'd not cause mischief when you met everyone."
"I deny ever making that promise. I have evidence to back up that claim too. Plus, the amount of shit Haybale has caused me cos of his moral compass and lack of impulse control makes it fair game. Though I do support his altruism.” She paused debating what she would say next, “To set the record straight what I *actually* promised was that I would *consider* not causing *too much* mischief. And I have considered it and think that I'll survive this course of action. You’re not the only one with playback ability. Thanks for the info Mini Bale. Let's catch up more later!"
With that she ruffled his hair as she walked past him out to see her dear older brother.
"You've spent too much time as a cat M!" Conner called as he tried to sort out his hair. The room erupted as she left the room. Confusion, mild panic as to whether their identities were at risk and answers were demanded from Conner and Jon. Tim whined at Conner’s comment, "Cat?! We've got to keep B away from her!"
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Out in the yard, Clark was relaxed surround by what he supposed was the founding JL members. He'd heard his sister turn up and cause subtle chaos amongst the teens in the house slowly dreading her announcing her arrival out here. Ma would be thrilled to see her. He was too, sort of. Just not in front of everyone. Kon-El was right with her spending too much time as a cat. And Tim was right as well. He'd have to keep Bruce away from her, she'd be just his latest type.
"HAY BALE! You're holding a party for little ol' me?! How delightful of you."
Clark cringed. He still hated her nickname for him.
"Lois! Ma! You both look lovely as ever! Oh, it’s been too long since I've seen you in person."
Marinette swooped past Clark to the ladies and gave them huge hugs before quickly falling into conversation to catching up with them, thankfully ignoring Clark allowing him some time to deal with his friends.
"Why is Marinette K from MiracuTech at your farm Clark?"
Barry quickly asked, staring at his sister with stars in his eyes. Ok maybe it wasn't just Bruce Clark had to worry about.
"Yes, why is the Guardian, Lady Fortune, at your home?" queried Arthur looking at Clark with confusion and slight apprehension.
"MiracuTech… Guardian," Diana quickly put together gasping, looking at Arthur who had cottoned on to her implications as well, then back at Marinette.
"Guys! Please! Cool it, M I hope," Clark quickly glared at his sister, who was grinning manically knowing the trouble she was causing for him, "can answer your questions and Barry, M, Marinette, is my sister. Why wouldn't she come here? Though this wasn't planned visit that I was aware of."
"You have a sister."
Bruce stated, as Diana and Arthur wondered off talking in hushed tones. Clark could hear that they had figured out one of her 'other' identities but was content that they wouldn't add drama for the moment he redirected his attention back to Bruce.
Clark sighed tiredly, "yes, I have a sister, Bruce. Who likes to keep her personal life private. Which is why you guys have just found out about her and not before."
"Is she Kryptonian?"
"Bruce!! you can't ask Clark that!!" Barry exclaimed, not really surprised by his bluntness but still Alfred was about, and he was ‘Bruce’ currently so social etiquettes, and all should be observed.
"What can't Moody & Broody ask Haybale, Greedy Gonzales?" Marinette enquired, a picture of planned innocence, as she snuck up on them. She gave Clark a side hug and a ‘knowing’ sibling smile.
"M… please… stop with that nickname. Bruce was just asking if you were adopted as well."
"Fine!" She rolled her eyes, "Boy Scout it is then. Moody & Broody I'm not adopted. Ma and Pa had me as a 'Surprise! you're pregnant’ a few years after they'd adopted Boy Scout here"
Bruce frowned at the names she'd been given them. While she just gave a facade of innocence, she held a glint in her eye that destroyed the illusion along with the names she was giving everyone.
Ignoring Clark and Bruce, Marinette turned to Barry to discuss his work at S.T.A.R labs and potential collaboration with MiracuTech. Clark internally groaned as he watched his sister get animated about some sort of tech project she wanted to discuss.
Bruce observed the interaction. It was clear that she knew more than she was letting on. Though he had done research on his peers to know their weaknesses and strengths, Clark having a younger sister never came up. How he had hidden her was impressive, unless it was herself who had hidden her existence from him… That was worrying causing Bruce to deepen his frown as he watched Barry and Marinette chat.
Clark joined in frowning at the pair, but because of how was Barry flirting with his BABY sister before he started to groan as it seemed to go completely over her head. She still seemed to be oblivious to those around her liking her slightly more than friendship.
"M! Ma's told you before no business talk at home."
Laughing back at him his sister nodded "We’ll have to continue this discussion another day maybe Greedy Gonzalez, when Boy Scout isn't being all boy scout-y and acting like a golden child."
Seeing an opportunity Diana butted in and 'subtly' tried to guide Marinette to where she was sitting with Arthur. "Lady Fortune, it's an honour to meet you in person. My mother has told many a tale of our mutual friends’ legacy"
"M is fine. Lady is much too formal for my liking right Ms Prince? Our friends have told me much about your mother as well Battle Barbie. But I must say I'd be more interested to hear about your curator work at the Louvre" Allowing herself to be led away.
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Bruce gave Clark a patented batglare, "She knows." Clark rubbed his neck before back at Bruce.
"Yes. She knows. She's my sister. It's kinda hard to hide learning how to manage superpowers from family you know. It was her and Pa that helped find solutions to manage the powers. Lead glasses… her idea."
Growling at Clarks response. "She knows ours. You told her"
Taking a deep breath, "No Bruce.” Clark sighed out, praying to the god’s his sister cared for, for the patience to deal with his paranoid friend, “I didn't. She's smart. Ridiculously and stupidly smart but that's aside. She *knows* who I am. She follows my career, like I do hers. She knows who I work with, like I know who she works with. And who my friends are. The info is all there to work it out. She's also got me out of tight spots as an alibi way too often. I'm pretty sure this is opportunistic revenge for it. Especially for all she did before Lois *knew*"
"Oh god it was her calling you at the watch tower that made you pale. Not Ma Kent!!" Barry cackled, "She's the one you're scared of!!"
"Ssshhhhh Barry! Yes! She terrifies me. Much more than little sisters should. You do realise she has covered all your butts more than you think too. Remember she is a tech genius, she works *with other* tech genius’s and we, sometimes in a rush in the early days, forgot about cameras and visuals lining up."
Barry paled at that. Bruce on the other hand looked intrigued. Of course, her problem solving, and detective skills would attract him. "How long has she known?"
"Mine, since forever and never told anyone. Yours, as she has never said anything directly, I’m going to guess since we worked together the first times. I don’t really know for how long, but it’s been since the early days. You don’t need to worry though; she understands the need for secrets and how to keep them. This,” Clark says waving his hand around, “is her way to letting you know she knows without stating it. It’s definitely her subtle form of revenge on me for having to hack large corporations and delete footage or claiming that I was with her visiting so couldn’t get caught out.”
Clark turned to Bruce all serious, “Don’t antagonise or integrate her. Please Bruce! She can and will break into the Batcomputer and cause it to run slow and force your phones and alarms to only play baby shark.”
“So, she’s the one who helped you hack LexCorp to get the evidence required for your latest article”
“That’s what you got from that?! That my genius *baby* sister sometimes, might, maybe, help gather evidence to take down corrupt businessmen and politicians?! Not the fact that you shouldn’t wind her up!!”
“Well I know your tech skills aren’t up to scratch and though there was potential for Lois, it doesn’t really fit her MO so its nice to know how you truly do it. Do you think she would tell us how she hacked into JL main computer and the bat computer? Or be willing to assist in building better protection.”
Clark stared at Bruce, and was about to respond, but before he could Diana caught his eye as she knelt before M holding her hand. Stars in Diana’s eyes while Arthur looked like he was going to faint.
He groaned. Now, Diana!
His baby sister was really trying to stress him out with all the potential shovel talks he would need to make. The shimmer in her eyes when she briefly caught him looking at her suggested that she may be more aware that she was letting on. With the headache she was causing him, he would need a drink after all this.
Thankfully, before Marinette could cause more chaos with the Atlantean and Amazonian, her phone went off resulting in her slinking off to deal with what sounded like guardian issues from his eaves dropping giving what he thought was breathing room.
“Are you ok Arthur? Do I need to talk to M?” Clark enquired to his friend, hoping his sister hadn’t caused too much trauma for his friend.
“She can hold both sides of the balance and not succumb to the pressure or temptation. A true soul and so young. You let this all happen to your younger sister?”
Ok so she had caused some trauma for the Atlantean after all. He was certain it was related to the cat as well as the bug.
“Let is a strong word, Arthur. Forced is more appropriate. M is more stubborn than Bruce at times. And at 14... yeah hormonal teenage younger sister in Paris. My hand was forced.”
Diana and Arthur choked looking at Clark in horror, “14!?!?!”
Both Bruce and Barry raised an eye at him in judgement. Like they’re ones to talk with how young they let their mentees join the field.
“It is decided. She will be traveling with me to Themyscira and to Atlantis when Arthur puts on his ‘big boy pants’. She requires extra support in this matter.”
“14? Extra support? Diana, what are you talking about? She is in her 20’s not 14. You can’t kidnap Clark’s sister, Can she?”
Barry looked perplexed by the situation. Unsure on what they are talking about. She seemed to be fine and had survived years without assistance and knowing about their identities. Going to Themyscira and Atlantis would not help with that.
Staring at Clark with an unnerving intensity, Bruce answered Barry’s questions.
“She was one of the Parisian heroes. Their leader from what Diana and Arthur are suggesting. She started her extracurricular activities before even we officially did, much younger than we were and Clark didn’t stop her.”
“Oh.... Wait?! You didn’t stop her!!”
Clark was really regretting this BBQ. It was starting to feel more like an interrogation on his big brother skills, a judgement on his mentoring capability NOT a relaxing escape with friends.
“It would explain why Clark was so insistent of a some of the support protocols now,” Bruce mused. “She didn’t let you help and forced you stay away, didn’t she? Your powers, if you got akumatised, had the potential to cause a global disaster and the magic could have hurt you out of costume.”
“If you knew this, why are you giving me grief! And Diana, you can’t kidnap M. She has a support network already.”
“I didn’t. You just confirmed it. And more support can never hurt.”
Damn bat with his detective trickery and throwing his own arguments back in his face. Groaning in response Clark looked at his friends,
“Fine. You can ask but it’s HER choice no forcing it ok.”
After some grumbled agreements they all agreed.
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“I hate you,”
“I love you too, Hay Bale.”
Marinette grinned at her brother with a cup of tea in hand. His friends had finally departed more than one had managed to get him to convince her to exchange numbers. She’d agreed to visit Diana when back in Paris to arrange a visit to Themyscira. It scared him how quickly after the initial interrogation and worry they all accepted her. She was bound to provide them so much blackmail on him. Clark was dreading his next JL meeting.
“You did this on purpose.”
“Not really. Ma knew I was visiting her this month. The fact you were here with everyone was just a perfect opportunity which I took up.”
Clark stared at his sister. None of her nervous tells were showing so wasn’t lying to him, not that she would. She hated secrets, and she carried so many with so many implications if they were revealed. As a result, she hated liars if there was not true reason for them.
“Fine. You do realise I have so many shovel talks now to dish out?”
“What?”
“Did you not see the heart eye’s Barry was giving? Or how Diana was constantly trying to get close? And once Bruce had assessed that you weren’t a threat, kept trying to engage you in conversation about detective stuff?”
“Oh, So, errr, they aren’t like that normally to friends?” A faint blush was making its way across Marinette’s cheeks. “I like wasn’t aware. Can I blame miraculous side effects?”
Clark laughed at his baby sister, yeah as clever as she was, she remained her wonderful blissfully ignorant self on flirting which he adored.
“Nah, they aren’t normally that friendly. Didn’t think you noticed and sure let’s blame the kwami, they caused some of this drama any way. I vote for Plagg and Trixx for being at fault.”
#maribat#maribat au#ml x dc#mlb x dc#dc x ml#dc x mlb#marinette x clark#siblings#platonic#marinette x superfam
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Injured- Din Djarin x Reader
Request: Well, everyone sees Din as Grogu's father and they even tell him, but one day Reader tells him that too and Din says "Yes, he has a father but he doesn't have a mother... yet" and looks directly at Reader 👀*heart eyes, motherf* - @along-the-lines-of-space
A/n: Hon! This is such a cute idea!!! I kinda went a different direction with it, but if you want me to do it again, totally tell me! Love ya!
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You can hear the hatch open, signifying the mandalorians return. Climbing down the ladder you watch as he drags the quarry to the carbonite freezer. But he moves slower than usual, almost as if he is stuck in his own world.
As soon as the quarry is frozen the mandalorian collapses onto the ground. The harsh clank of metal on unforgiving metal ringing through the hull. He groans and shifts to lay on his side. Gasping you rush to his side. “Mando?”
You pull his head onto your lap and look down into his visor. He grumbles and nuzzles into your thighs.
“Mando, what happened?” You gasp again when you notice a growing pool of blood below his knee. “What happened?” This time you say it louder, needing to hear his answer.
“Quarry… explosive… didn’t notice.” He turns his helmet further into your thighs and his breaths starts to even out.
“No no no, come on. Stay with me.” But, your pleads mean nothing to him. If it weren't for the fact that he is bleeding out, you would laugh at how funny his snores sound in the vocoder. Cursing, your mind starts to work out a plan. You take his head in your hands and wiggle from beneath him. Placing your elbows under his armpits you struggle to pull him over to the bunk.
Rushing to the fresher, you grab a bowl of water and a couple washcloths. You had already gave up on lifting the beast of a man up onto the bunk, so you’ve grabbed blankets and pillows and placed them around him.
Making sure he is still asleep, you start to take his leg armor off. Cringing, you realize that there is no way to treat his wound with his pants on. You sigh, “Forgive me, but you’ll die if I don’t.” Slowly you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Heat rises to your cheeks and you bite your lip, giving one last look at the mandalorians visor, you pull his pants down.
You curse at the length of his wound, it travels down from the middle of his thigh to below his knee. “Okay, prepared to be healed.” Dunking the washcloth in the bowl, you start to clean the wound as best as you can. You’re gentle yet firm as you scrub away the already dried blood.
As soon as you’re content with your cleaning job, you grab some bandages and start to wrap his leg. It’s now that you fully realize how exposed your mandalorian is. His pants pulled down to his ankles and his beautiful tan skin exposed for your gaze.
You would think he would be smaller without the bulky armor, but it’s almost as if he has become larger. The air no longer flows in and out of your lungs, it suffocates you with his natural spicy scent.
He groans and you shrink, afraid for when he wakes up. Thankfully, he stays asleep. Sighing, you shake your head and try to run from your improper thoughts. Grabbing a bacta shot, you tap the end, getting rid of air bubbles, and inject the medicine into his meaty thigh.
Taking his pants off all together you fold them and toss them into a corner. You grab another blanket and drape it across his form, giving him some much needed dignity. Trying to make him even more comfortable, you take the rest of his armor off, leaving him in his underclothes and helmet.
You tuck the blanket around him and make sure his head is supported by the pillow. However, when you go to walk away your heart tugs at you. You get a nasty feeling that as soon as you leave, he’ll wake up in a worse state. Weighing your options you eventually lay down next to him.
His soft snores are faint but they soothe your anxiety of him being dead. Slowly, you shimmy towards him. It’s cold in the ship and you can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin. Biting your lip, you lift the blanket and snuggle up against his side, mindful of his leg.
He should be okay for now; or you hope so. The warmth radiating off of his body is starting to make you sleepy. You look up at his chin, admiring the hair that has started to grow underneath his chin, obviously it's been a few days since he’s shaved. Snapping back down to look at his covered chest, you curse at yourself so being so plain with your ogling.
You close your eyes and nuzzle into his chest, succumbing to your slumber.
***
Thrashing limbs and groans wake you up. “Cyare.”
“Hey hey hey.” Your eyes beg to stay closed but you stay awake and sit up. His hands grab at you. “It’s okay, don’t move, you’ll exhaust yourself.”
“Cyare…” His head leans back down on the pillow.
“Hey big boy.” You rub small circles on the back of his hands. “Stay here, I am going to go get some water.” He grumbles something, but you’re already up and walking over to the kitchen area. Filling the bowl back up, you also grab a glass for him.
Sitting back down near him you peel the blanket back. In a panic, the mandalorian reaches down to cover himself.
“Sorry, I had to take your pants off to get to it.” He doesn’t say anything. “Alright… I um got you some water. Let me just rewrap this and then I’ll leave you.” He still stays silent. You frown as you realize that the bandages are already bloody again; must have been from him moving. “Mando, I’m gonna need you to not wake up in tizzy fits anymore, you’re just opening the wound back up.”
You unwrap the bloody bandages and wet a washcloth, then begin to clean it again. He hisses when you press it to his body.
“Sorry… sorry.”
“It’s okay.” One of those warm palms grabs your hip and rubs your skin.
“Okay, this is going to hurt, but you’ll feel much better in about ten minutes.” You grin as you hold up a bacta shot. As you poke it into his thigh, the hand squeezes your hip. “All done, now it’s time to wrap it up, okay?” The hand gives you a couple squeezes.
After you finish wrapping the wound, you pull the blanket back over his form and go to get up. “Cyare, stay.”
You cup his helmet. “I can’t, you need to drink some water.”
“Turn around.”
Giving him an apprehensive look, you follow his command and turn around. One hand stays tracing circles on your hip, while you can hear the other shuffle around. The glass clinks as he sets it back down and the hand on your hip tugs you back towards him.
“You can look now cyare.” You turn back around. “Come here, m’ tired.” He lifts the blanket and his arm, creating a perfect space for your body. Succumbing to his offer, you snuggle up into side. His arm settles down around your shoulders and his fingertips graze across your skin.
***
It’s become routine for the two of you. Every couple hours you’ll unwrap and redress his wound. Then you give him a bacta shot and within ten minutes the stoic mandalorian no longer has a filter. This time being no different. However, he was complaining about the pain so you gave him the shot before dressing the wound again.
“Cyare.”
“Mhm?”
“Am I going to die? I feel like I am going to die.”
Biting back your laughter, you play along. “You can’t die on me, you have a son to take care of. What would he do without his father?”
“Yes, he has a father, but no mother...yet.” His visor tilts to look at you, his voice lower than usual.
Raising your eyebrows, you continue to wrap his wound, “Mm, is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Well where are you going to find this special lady?”
His hand reaches up and cups your face. “She’s right here. And she’s quite pretty too.”
Your eyes snap to meet his visor. No, that can’t be right, it’s the bacta that's talking. “Alright, hot shot.”
Under his helmet he frowns. “No cyare, I’m serious.” His hand drops from your face to grab at your hand. “Wanna have children with you. Want you to be the mother of my kids. Wanna wake up and be able to kiss you.”
Your mouth is opening and closing, you probably look like a fish out of water, but you don’t care about that right now. You can’t even start to gather your thoughts, they’re moving too fast for you to even process them.
After a few minutes of you just staring you finally start to form words. But his soft snores are the only thing he offers.
***
The spot next to you is cold when you wake up. Panic rips through your body as you shoot up and search for the mandalorian.
A deep chuckle sounds from behind you, “I’m right here cyare.” You turn around and spot him sitting on a chair, thighs spread wide as he keeps his injured leg straight. He has a pair old black shorts on, that are way too short for your mind to comprehend.
“Why… when did you get up?” Your rub at your eyes, trying to shake away your sleep.
“I felt better, and I was hungry. Did you sleep good?”
“Ummm… yeah.” Suddenly all of what he said earlier comes back to you, making heat flow to your cheeks.
Almost as if he understands what you were saying, he leans over and sets his elbows on his knees. “Listen, cyare… I’m sorry for what I said-”
“Did you mean it?” You interpret him before you can stop yourself. Cringing at your abruptness you peer down at the blanket and start to play with the edge.
“What?” He genuinely sounds confused.
“Did, did you mean it? Um, what you said?” The thread that you have been picking at has become even more interesting.
“Cyare, look at me.” He reaches out and his index finger lifts your chin. You let him and finally meet his visor, fighting back the part in you that begs for you to run away. “I am sorry for being so blunt, but I did.”
You nod, not totally processing what he said yet. “Oh.” His hand brushes away the stray hair that fell in your face. Then it finally hits you, “Oh!” Shuffling closer to him, he brushes your hair. “Well you know… I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You grin up at him and he chuckles.
Standing up you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. He pulls you close, slotting his helmet into the space between your shoulder and neck.
“But let’s take it slow, okay?”
“Of course cyare.”
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