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sleepyowlwrites · 1 year

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find the word tag CCCLVIII

in case anybody was wondering, my favorite soundtrack is from the LoZ: Skyward Sword, the game I spent every Sunday afternoon for over a year working on completing it with the help of my best friend (this term is misleading because I have/had a lot of those) and often listened to the soundtrack separately while doing schoolwork (or avoiding it). this soundtrack still slaps and I still adore it.

I'd also like it noted that I was doing this tag while playing wizard101 and I didn't die. @kaiusvnoir @akindofmagictoo

silent (city story d0)

He doesn’t mean to storm into the garage so angrily, because he isn’t even that worked up yet, but Jet manages to startle Shadow into falling off the stepladder he’s on when he announces to the room, “We’ve got trouble.”

“No, we don’t,” Rune contradicts, following behind him and glaring when he glances back at her. “There is no trouble, and it really doesn’t concern you.”

“What’s going on?” Shadow picks himself up off the floor and punches Jet in the arm as he passes him.

Rune is silent, looking like she doesn’t want to be answering any questions. That’s fine. Jet can just make all the assumptions he wants about the situations, then. Either she’ll let him or stop clamming up.

“Someone is looking for Rune and he means to hurt her,” Jet explains.

shuffle (summon story d0)

He was lucky to be alive, probably. His ribs ached, but he again ignored that as best he could while trying to get his feet underneath him. Zan felt around for Shrader’s Summoner’s Manual. The cover was worn and the pages had a variety of stains, but it was legible, and Zan treasured it. Or, he had.

His ribs ached and his fingers struggled to grasp the book when he found it. Zan blinked hard and careful shuffled through the pages to find the one he’d used to make the array he’d just been knocked out by.

“An array itself has only the power the summoner gives to it via the sacrifice used,” he recited, lips splitting from the effort. He wiped them on his wrist cuff and studied the array. Clearly he’d forgotten something, or his sacrifice wouldn’t have been taken without him getting anything in return.

space (sleepy stash)

“There’s a little art gallery opening up where the old furniture store used to be,” his mom says over dinner.

Jake shovels rice in his mouth and hums his acknowledgment. He’s seen the flyers.

“Hope they have better luck with the space,” his grandpa says. “That shop never sold, and before that, it’s been owned by a dozen other businesses. Nobody ever stays long. A gallery would be nice, since we’ve got so many more artists now that the public has remembered our beautiful scenery.”

Jake wipes his mouth with his hand before using a napkin when his mom gives him a look. “How come nobody stays in that place for long?”

“Well,” and his grandpa has that storyteller look in his eye that makes him mom roll hers and get up to start clearing the table, “I reckon it’s been cursed at some point, but of course nobody believes in that kind of thing anymore. When I was dating your grandma, there was a shop that sold marbles to the kids, you know? Among other things, but I remember the marbles.”

sleep (city story d0)

“D’you need clothes to sleep in?” Jet is already thinking about something of Copper’s that could work.

“I keep a change in my bag at all times. I’m good.”

Jet folds his arms to have something to do. “Why at all times?”

“In case I need to crash somewhere unfamiliar.”

“I’m unfamiliar?”

Rune does smile, and it’s just as sad as if she hadn’t.

beautiful (city story d0)

“What about you, then?”

Jet blinks. “What about me?”

“Do you want me in return?”

What an open, horribly beautiful offering. Jet scrapes his tongue along his teeth while he chews on it. For some reason, accepting her support feels much more monumental, like she’s worth more, and he is only a tool.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, and it comes out a little mangled, probably from the tears that have been dug up from his back closet to coat his words with emotional residue.

vision (but I was a bird you couldn't cage, 2021)

You were a vision with my eyes closed Your radiance was just too much to bear I still dream of moving far away Because I’m hoping to escape There’s a ship along the coast to take me there

child (city story d0)

Yarrow continues, “Now, Rune isn’t the same. She asked me if I wanted to crash at her place twice already, but I said no because my mom would worry. The point here is that Rune doesn’t feel the same about her personal space that Jet does. Honestly, I’d expect Jet to fall in love with Rune first, if that’s ever going to happen. But that’s not what we’re talking about. Rune is not in love with Jet because she wouldn’t hesitate to inform him if that were the case, but I couldn’t be sure Jet would know that, so I told you. Just now.”

Sometimes it pays to have observant friends. Yarrow is so selectively observant, though, and Jet wishes he could’ve overlooked this particular development. It’s bad enough hearing his brother and Rune both parrot his state of mind back to him, but to know that he’s so see-through that Yarrow, the group’s resident flower child, also just knows random deep things about him, is more than a little unsettling.

raise (city story d0)

“Give me your number,” she commands, waiting with her thumbs poised to type it in. When she raises her eyes to his, they’re too sharp for the demand to be mistaken as a question. “Jet.”

There’s a long list of things Jet hates, some of them extremely understandable and a bunch of them much more petty. Being backed into a corner he really could get out of but it requiring him to be an unwarranted asshole to someone who absolutely doesn’t deserve it is on the more petty side, even if it does damage his image as an asshole who really doesn’t care whether anyone deserves that behavior from him. It’s all Copper’s doing, it has to be, this gradual shift from him never caring about what others think of him and actually stopping to consider it once in a while.

Rune hasn’t said anything further, but her gaze could cut glass.

Jet bites down a stream of curses and gives her his number.

storm, alive, worth, corner. BONUS: monumental, sacrifice. @yejiwritesthings @talesofsorrowandofruin @nikkywrites @livvywrites @aalinaaaaaa @writing-with-melon I feel...so out of the writeblr loop despite being on tumblr every day just to see what everyone else is up to. this is weird. I'm doing a tag and it's weird. also listen to Batreaux's Theme. it's great.

#find the word tag #searching circle

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xamassed · 1 year

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⟬ @ghostlyanon ⟭

"Excuse me..." A gentle hand tugged from the side of the oni's clothing in a subtle attempt to get his attention. Annie's demeanor seemed more sheepish than the usual amount—But a hue of cheekiness in her visage could prove it all to be a little ploy of hers.

"I have heard far and wide about you and your deeds... Bona-Fide Bettle Battle King, Arataki Itto" Her smile grew wide, her act nearly crumbling down over such a prideful title.

Originally hidden behind her back, it was now when she extended a familiar flyer to him, such an item born from an oni's mastery in the arts. A little memoir she's salvage before the battle grounds were dismantled.

"W-would it be alright if I could get your autograph, Bona-Fide Beetle Battle King? I'm a big fan of yours!"

He knew it was Annie just by the sound of her voice, but he would play along. Seeing her like this, playful and impish in the most innocent way, made it hard for him not to.

"That so? Never thought I'd end up with a fan as gorgeous as you." Lips quirked up into a smirk and hands on his hips, Itto drummed against his belt with the tips of his painted nails. He knew when and how to be a flirt, but it dawned on him then that it had been a while since he last tried to be smooth with someone.

Took less time for him to realize why.

There was no need for him to swoon strangers when he had Annie. The smallest kiss, the goofiest smile and the passion that persistently burned inside him were all he needed to have her pink in the cheeks.

"You want my autograph? I mean, psh! 'Course ya do! This thing is gonna be worth millions once I really get my name out there!" He took the paper, but there was one small issue that immediately made itself clear. "Uh, you got any ink?"

#ghostlyanon #「 ( itto ; ic ) 」#「 v. it's my job to not have a real job ( itto ; genshin ) 」#「 r. from my shoulders you’ll see the world ( itto ; annie ) 」#( he's going to be all puffy and proud about it but it means a lot that she'd feed his ego pfft )

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lovelyinconsistentices · 4 months

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°˖➴ 𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃 ⋆· ༘ *

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .ᐟ

Ftm reader x Lucas Lee, fluff. Now that Scott is back, the show must go on. This time at the Rockit, a new band is introduced. Unlike Sex Bob-omb they have pretty good marketing, the posters plastered almost everywhere in Toronto. During a usual shift at second cup, a friend of Lucas's comes in for coffee and comes across a flyer on the board for the band along with that night's competition.

He suggests going out for drinks and checking it out, which soon has Lucas finding himself in the club of Rockit. Where he meets Scott and assumes he's another Scott but isn't, something that wasn't anything new as the two were known for getting mixed up at parties and things of the sort. After all the two had a couple things in common, with them both being the bass player for their bands. But Lucas finds himself drawn to the male, wanting to get to know him.

✎ᝰ.┆𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 .ᐟ

Lucas Lee X Ftm Reader, fluff.

Requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it and I'm so sorry for the wait! <33

A sigh left your lips as you stood there, raising the beer bottle to your lips and taking a sip. You stood there tapping your foot against the floor, trying to calm your nerves. Your band was to be next, two bands after the one playing right now, compared to the opening band they were average. Nothing special but still people seemed to like them, their bass player was good or at least that's what you believed so you'd give that to them.

As for why you were standing here near the bar, trying to soothe any anxiety you had instead of making sure everything was ready with your band. You had needed a small break, something to distract you from all the overbearing thoughts that were filling your head. Which of course did become helpful in the end, just not the way you intended. As you listened to familiar faces or just random people who knew of you from parties speak to you about events or rumors they heard about "you", the first thing to ever leave some of their lips is usually the fact they thought you were dead.

Which truly confused you, when did you die? And that's when it hit you right there and then, they were getting you mixed with Scott Pilgrim. The loser who was dating or dated a highschooler, and the bass player of Sex Bob-omb who was coincidentally just now going on as you watched them move across the stage. Getting in their positions, this time an unfamiliar face following suit.

You sighed again as you questioned how anyone would get you mixed up with him unless they hadn't seen his face or knew his full name which was overall stupid, after all Scott was a pretty common name and it would be smart to get his last name but then again most of these people you met at parties so what did you expect. You truly found it irritating whenever you got mixed up with the male, it being slightly offensive as well. You did not date a highschooler and never would do anything so sick in the first place, you also did not die as you stood here now perfectly fine.

Which did make you wonder if he faked his death as he was now back, standing on the stage in one piece and alive as he played with Sex Bob-omb. The only reason you didn't confront people over this was because you were horrible when it came to socializing and there's the fact sometimes people would be messing around with you, and you wouldn't even realize. You also were overall just terrible with confrontation, leaving you to just respond with how they got the wrong Scott.

But that didn't matter now, setting the bottle down and taking a seat you pondered on ways to make your nervousness slowly dissipate as someone sat down next to you. "One beer, please." He beamed as he pulled his shades off, smirking at the bartender who immediately recognized him and got to grabbing the man a beer. Soon shifting to the side as his gaze trailed across the crowd and then settled on you, your eye's widened as his met yours.

This wasn't good, you were already dealing with anxiety and now you were sitting next to someone who didn't even look like he'd be found a club like Rockit, where they were now holding a competition for shitty bands to compete. Of course you knew better than to judge someone by their appearance, as who knows why he was here. And then there's the fact he could just have an eccentric taste, truthfully he looked like a Johnny Bravo wannabe but he was pulling it off at least.

But besides that fact, you felt intimidated by him and that just added onto you not being able to socialize well. As the male flashed a grin, "You don't have to stare at me like that, I know. I'm awesome." He stated as he took the beer from the man behind the counter. Picking up a pen as he immediately wrote his signature down on his recipet, then placing it down and handing you it. You were confused as your eyebrows furrowed, was he apart of a band perhaps?

You hadn't recognized any of the bands names on the list so it was hard to tell, if not then maybe some type of celebrity or something? But here in Rockit? Talk about strange, he did look like he could possibly be a model though. His tall and muscular build could easily be eye candy for a lot of people, so maybe he really was a model. It would make sense in a way with how he carried himself, you shook your head before finally asking the question that was plaguing your mind.

Taking the receipt as you spoke, "Sorry, who are you?" And just like that you were met with silence which you quietly panicked inside at. The man just peering down at you for a few minutes before repeating the question you had said out loud, "Who am I? Well, I'm the one and only Lucas Lee of course." His response didn't help you much but you knew you had heard the name before as you stared down at his signature on the receipt. You honestly didn't know what to say in return as you scrambled through your mind for an answer to where you had heard it from.

And that's when you were reminded of who he was, your eyes widening as you looked back up at the male. A famous actor, was he? You remembered your bandmate "Sookie" gushing about how he was now working at second cup, which was exactly where she had gotten his autograph. You had barely been paying attention as you watched her mouth move, that same glittery gloss she wore painting her lips. Seems his acting career was over because of some scandal you did not know of, or that's what you at least have memory of.

Your fingers loosely gripped the receipt as you nodded, about to say something before being interrupted by someone shouting your name. Two familiar figures were heading over to you, your eyes settling on them immediately as you questioned what they wanted. The two being Sookie and Mo, of course. Sookie had her hair tied up in a ponytail, the familiar black curls all bunched up. Her nails painted pink and that same glittery lip gloss she always wore on her lips, as she spoke out, her words were muffled by the bustling crowd around them.

Mo followed behind, his style never changing as he wore his regularly white button up shirt with some weird tie that matched his socks. Today's theme being, Garfield? Was that right? You couldn't tell really, as they moved through the crowd you waved them over. You were going to turn back to apologize to Lucas when a loud squeal was heard, you instantly recognized it as Sookie's as the two had finally made it over. Your eyebrows furrowing as you hoped you didn't have to deal with her fan-girling over the man while you stood there awkwardly, your nerves getting worse.

Her lips curved into a smile as she quickly made her way towards the two, settling right beside you. It was no lie that you loved Sookie but sometimes she could be too much for your own good, with her being a burst of joy and the talkative one of the bunch. While you tried to hide in the shadows because you were horrible with chatting and didn't understand social ques, which had made things pretty awkward at times. Causing you to get paranoid about how you appeared to certain people.

Sex Bob-omb was just now finishing their performance which soon led to a new band coming on stage, meaning Pocket Lint was next. That explaining why the two came out. Probably to make sure you were okay and didn't bale on them, which would be the least of their worries as Mo was always the one vanishing. It didn't matter much as he dealt with promoting and getting the bands name around, those flyers for Pocket Lint plastered all around Toronto being made by him after all.

He wasn't apart of their band anyways really as he had his own to deal with, him being new to Canada and American caught their guitarists attention. Then there was the fact he was apart of a semi-popular band which the male was having problems with, as you had heard all about him dipping on them during a show that Rockit held last week. Seems he was physically and mentally struggling with some things at the moment, as Sookie described how he had a whole new wardrobe and appearance switch. Wanting to change everything.

Arzhel their guitarist wanted to try and get him to join as he was his bands vocals, with Pocket Lint needing their own vocalist as Arzhel dealt with most of the singing and Sookie sticked to the drums while helping out with lyric writing. The three of you being tight knit together as you were their bass player, overall everything was pretty good and Mo helped quite a bit. So it was nice to have him around when needed.

You had just gotten another beer while you watched Sookie talk to the male, beaming about the band and other things. With Lucas soon ending it by giving her another autograph, this time signing her bag which filled her with excitement. Thank God it was just Lucas Lee out of all people, who knows what would've happened if you ran into Envy Adams. You'd have to hold her back from pouncing and bombarding the rockstar with questions, as well praise.

Of course that was a more dramatic reenactment of the situation but you wouldn't be surprised as Sookie absolutely adored the singer, which you truthfully found cute and it made everything easier as you knew exactly what to get when it came to presents. As you had gotten her Clash at demon's head latest album along with some other things you'd believe she liked for her last birthday, to say she was pleased would be an understatement.

As your face had blemishes on it, mainly because of the red lipstick that had beared her lips that night. The memory had brought a smile to your lips as you rolled your eyes, watching the woman finally make her way torwards Mo who seemed to be lost in conversation with a familiar face that you forgot the name of. Your eyes soon leaving the three as you glanced back at Lucas, who had just now asked you a question.

"You, have we met before?" You raised an eyebrow at his question, muttering a simple no as you pondered on why the two of you would've met which you then remembered he could possibly be talking about Scott Pilgrim. "I'm the other Scott, not Scott Pilgrim." He responded, his eyes meeting the male's eyes again. Watching as Lucas thought it over, nodding with a smirk. "Well other Scott, it's nice to meet you. I heard you're apart of a band?" He asked as he stood there.

He was interested in you, though of course that wasn't clear. He just found it amusing that you treated him as if he didn't use to be some famous star, the receipt you had from him now crumpled up and laying on the counter. You hadn't even realized you did that, just a regular occurrence of yours as you weren't the the type to keep receipts. You soon took another sip from the beer in hand, "Yeah," your lips parting as you stood there thinking of how to respond.

"We go on next, me and my band. Pocket Lint, we're pretty good. If you're not bored by the end you could come hang out, that's if you're interested. I'm sure Sookie would enjoy that." You wanted to say you would be happy to have him around for the night that way you could get to know him more but of course anxiety got the best of you, maybe come to an understanding as to why your drummer loved him so much besides well his looks.

You were fairly surprised that you had even managed to keep conversation with the male, perhaps the alcohol in your system pushed you a bit. Or Lucas just had an aura about him that made it easy to talk to him but even so you were still worrying about what he thought, after all he was a famous star in the past. You watched as the man grabbed a napkin, writing something down. Before holding it out, peering down at your hands to watch you take it before he brought his gaze back to your eyes.

"Definitely, I'll be there. Call me, won't ya?" He stated with a wink, your fingers brushed against his as you took the napkin while ignoring the playful wink he gave you. Reading his number over in your head as you stared down at it, you were careful as you put it in the bag hanging from your shoulder. Adjusting the strap before humming, "I should really get going, I don't want Arzhel yelling at me. I'll see you around though, later?" He questioned with a small smile which Lucas returned with "Of course." While waving you off as he ordered another beer.

Now here you and your band were stuck at Arzhel's house, Mo drunk, practically topless as his unbuttoned shirt hanged from his torso and wearing only his boxers along with it which were Garfield themed like the rest of his outfit. You were shocked to not find his bra to be Garfield themed at this point, talk about bold. But that's just how the male was, he even had a collection of converse's that were multiple colors. Wearing the black ones now, instead of his black oxfords. Which truly made the lasagna socks he had on pop, it sounded ridiculous and looked ridiculous in some people's eyes like Arzhel but hey it was a sense of style.

As for Arzhel he was currently picking up behind him, as he grabbed the familiar pair of black pin-striped pants off the floor of his living room. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he rolled his eyes, watching the other male empty a glass of red wine as he plopped down onto the couch next to Sookie. Her pulling his head against her body causing him to lean against her with a sigh as his gaze settled on you, he waved the glass at you with a smile which caused you to let out a sigh in response.

Pondering on if the male would be okay, since he had an argument with his bandmates, he had been sticking around when he could and if he wasn't then he was drinking or sleeping his problems away with some new random person he met at a party. Or at least trying to do so, the sound of Sookie humming as she ran her fingers through his hair with a smile was heard. You watched as Arzhel slowly made his way towards the two, peeling Mo's fingers away from the wine glass as he shut down his complaints with a soft hush.

The four of you were overall exhausted, it being an hour since you left Rockit with a drunk Mo. You had tried finding Lucas after your show but were swept away in the crowd, and in the end never found him, but you did have one thing. His number, you held the crumpled receipt and the napkin in your hand as you stared down at the numbers. Pondering on what to say if you called him, anxiety filling your chest as you listened to Arzhel ask Mo if he'd be staying the night which the male just scoffed and answered with an of course.

You then cursed under your breath before speaking, "Sorry, do y'all think y'all be able to take care of him without me? I have somewhere I want to be, if that's fine." Snookie smiled and nodded, not minding at all while Arzhel patted Mo on the shoulder as he rised. "Don't even have to ask, just don't go getting yourself into trouble and if you're drinking, get a friend. We'll take care of Mo, he'll be fine plus he's been staying at my place for a while anyways so I got him." He explained with a muffled tone as he moved, placing the clothes down on the coffee table before walking past you and nodding at you as he pulled the cigarette from his lips with an exhale.

Which you nodded in return, Sookie soon spoke as she glanced at you for a few minutes. "Have fun!" She winked, which caused you to raise an eyebrow but you shrugged it off. Making your way towards the front door, grabbing the coat off the rack and taking a step outside. Soon you had your phone in hand, pressing each button to dial in the actors number. Then bringing it to your ear as you walked, praying he'd pick up as you exhaled.

It didn't take long for someone to pick up on the other side of the line, you heard the familiar tone of Lucas's voice. "Hello, this is Lucas Lee speaking." Which earned a soft chuckle from you as you stopped in place, causing the male to speak again. "Other Scott?" He questioned, which caused you to picture him raising his eyebrow as he asked. "Yeah, it's me. Other Scott, or well just Scott," He pointed out as he started walking again, "I wanted to know if you're still up for hanging out, or is it too late?"

"No, not at all. I'm always ready for a party." A grin dancing on his lips as he joked, but you didn't catch it as you responded. "I meant alone but I could figure something out if you would prefer being around more people, my bandmates are resting so I might have to dig a bit online." You were soon met with his signature chuckle as you heard the sound of shuffling and digging through the phone, Lucas obviously doing something on the other side. "We can spend some time together, alone. Got a a place in mind?" His voice even thicker than how he had answered the phone at first, perhaps he had just been asleep before you called.

"There's a park, the one with that weird statue of some guy I forgot the name of. It's next to the skatepark if I remember." You soon trailed off as you pondered on the street name, soon telling him the location which caused Lucas to hum before speaking. "I'll be there, give me fifteen minutes. Nothing more, nothing less." It didn't take long before he hung up, you smiling as you fist pumped in your head. Glad that went well, as you relaxed. Your anxiety slowly dissipating, while you started walking at a faster place.

It didn't take long for you to arrive at the park, your hands fumbling with the receipt you still had as you tried to straighten it out as best as you could. Sitting on a bench as you waited for the man, the sound of wheels rolling against concrete soon reaching your ears. As you raised your head, you were met with the familiar figure of Lucas, this time wearing his leather jacket. His skateboard emitted a grinding noise as it grounded to a halt, the wheels scraping against the pavement.

Soon propelling the skateboard upward and effortlessly catching it in his hand, his eyes fixating on you as he moved torwards the bench and took a seat next to you. "So, come here often?" He wondered as his eyes fell on your face, his breathing releasing a visible puff of air from his lips. Then dissipating into the cold atmosphere, you nodded as you watched his lips. Something you had grown used to, always watching everyone's lips move as they spoke.

"I guess, I usually just come when I need a break or some fresh air. It's the perfect place to relax at night after a long day." You explained to him as you fidgeted with your fingers, glancing away every few minutes before focusing on his lips again as he started talking. "I see, it is quite nice. Peaceful even." His eyes not leaving you once as he watched your expression and body language, his eyes soon settling on the receipt that he didn't even notice you took after leaving the bar.

For some reason it made him feel warm, something so small but significant in a way. Even though you didn't know of him that much or minded him being an actor you still seemed to care, it was sweet in a way. His gaze followed your fingers as you blowed at them, trying to warm them up. You soon glancing at the male with an eyebrow raised, your lips parting as you pondered what had him so lost in thought.

What he said next really shocked you in a way, as you stared at him. "If you let me, I could help keep your hands warm." He uttered out loud, surprising himself even but it wasn't notable with his expression being blank. You wondered what he meant by that as you sat there, holding your hands out with a nod. Watching as he took hold of your hands, covering yours with his and bringing them to his lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Gently blowing at them, his eyebrows furrowing as he focused.

Your eyes widened at the gesture, it did help in a way but also caused a bubble of nerves to rise. But not the bad kind, more like butterflies in your stomach. You felt warm, you couldn't focus on his eyes or lips anymore. Just staring at your fingers as you thought of what to say, letting out a heavy breath. This wasn't what you expected for the night as you sat there, watching him closely. "Is that helping?" He asked as his eyes met yours making your breath get caught in your throat, making it even more difficult to say anything.

It took a minute before you could say anything, not being able to peel your eyes away from his. "Yeah, it is." You muttered, your voice coming out gravelly. You didn't pull your hands away and he didn't let go as his focus went back to your hands, continuing to gently blow at them. Silence filling the air as you both had sat there together, you savoring the moment of subtle intimacy as you acknowledged the way he squeezed your hands every couple minutes. If this was how you were to end your night, you didn't mind at all. If anything enjoying it.

Once done he lowered your hands but kept his fingers intertwined with them and truthfully you didn't want to pull your hands away, finding it comforting. As you leaned back against the bench, relaxing with a sigh of relief. Your gaze settling on the sky, it seems you'd be here for a bit and you didn't mind it all. Basking in the silence and the moment, he was right about it being peaceful but it was even better now that you had someone with you.

#Spotify #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #lucas lee x reader #lucas lee

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 3 years

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“ON APRIL 22, 1969, SHORTLY AFTER BEGINNING a lecture in his course on dialectical thought before an audience of nearly one thousand students at the University of Frankfurt, the eminent Frankfurt School sociologist and Marxist cultural critic Theodor W. Adorno found himself in an unusual situation. A student in one of the back rows interrupted him, demanding that he engage in "self-criticism." Another student silently walked up to the blackboard and wrote the following words: "He who only allows dear Adorno to rule will uphold capitalism his entire life." After Adorno told the class that they would have five minutes to decide if his lecture should continue, three female students dressed in leather jackets rushed the podium. They showered him with roses and tulips, exposed their breasts, and tried repeatedly to kiss him. Incensed and humiliated, Adorno stormed out of the lecture hall.

This incident, which came to be known as the Busenaktion ("breast action"), has never figured with much prominence in American studies of the Frankfurt School. Americans are far more apt to think of the leading figures of Critical Theory–Adorno, Max Horkheimer, Herbert Marcuse, and others–languishing in exile in New York and southern California during the Nazi period, or of the eclectic blend of Marxism, psychoanalysis, and sociology that characterized their thought. Their work is famous for its mandarinism, its abstraction, and–especially in the case of Adorno–its uncompromising commitment to the independence of critical thought and high art. Yet in Germany, on the thirtieth anniversary of the student revolts of 1968, the Frankfurt School is also remembered for its vexed role in the volatile, sometimes violent political upheavals of the 1960s.

The Busenaktion was just one of many confrontations between the increasingly "praxis"-oriented German New Left and the theoreticians who had been its mentors. The turbulent evolution of this relationship is the subject of Wolfgang Kraushaar’s elaborate three-volume work, Frankfurter Schule und Studentenbewegung: Von der Flaschenpost zum Molotowcocktail, 1946—1995 (The Frankfurt School and the Student Movement: From the Message in the Bottle to the Molotov Cocktail, 1946—1995), published in Germany this past spring by Rogner & Bernhard. A political scientist at Hamburg’s Institute of Social Research and a bona fide ’68er, Kraushaar has produced a painstaking and lavish collection. It consists of a meticulously detailed historical overview, an extensive compendium of documents and photographs, and a collection of retrospective essays with titles like "Dialogues on Theory and Praxis" and "The Oedipal Complex of the ’68ers."

The story that these volumes tell ends on a sorry note. Adorno and Horkheimer, the grand old men of the German intellectual left, saw their lectures heckled, their institute occupied, and their own students, notably Adorno’s protégé Hans-Jürgen Krahl, turn against them. In a moment of despair during the student occupation of the institute in January 1969, Adorno called the police. Students were outraged at his betrayal. "Adorno as institution is dead," declared a flyer distributed by a radical group of sociology students in April of that year.

Adorno himself would survive just another few months. He died of a heart attack in Switzerland on August 6, 1969, at the age of sixty-five. Six weeks earlier, he had written to Marcuse of his "extreme depression" and of his revulsion at the fascist overtones he sensed in the tactics and demands of the students.

Yet relations between leftist German students and their mentors had not always been so antagonistic. Kraushaar begins in the late 1940s, when Horkheimer and Adorno, the two central figures from the prewar incarnation of the Frankfurt-based Institut für Sozialforschung, returned to Germany from their American exile. Their "critical sociology," which fused the insights of Weber with those of Marx and Hegel, along with their trenchant critique of fascism, attracted students looking for alternatives to the positivism and conservatism that dominated German intellectual life.

When Horkheimer first returned to Germany, originally as a guest professor at the University of Frankfurt in 1948 and then as the chair of sociology and philosophy in 1949, his students received him warmly. From the outset, he and Adorno assumed the role of spokesmen for "the reeducation of German youth." Because they were left-wing intellectuals and returned Jewish refugees who had been personally affected by the horrors of National Socialism, the two were less suspect to radical students than instructors who had remained in Germany under Hitler. Both found that German students took to their ideas, and both recognized promising signs of intellectual advancement among their disciples. "They are learning to express themselves and to have the freedom to say what they believe," announced Horkheimer in a Frankfurt-based student newspaper in 1960. Several of their early students and associates, Jürgen Habermas among them, would go on to become leading intellectuals.

As the political climate shifted in the mid-1960s, however, the very students who had been vocal and independent just a few years earlier became disenchanted with the Olympian detachment of their mentors. In 1964, under the charismatic leadership of Rudi Dutschke, the radical organization Subversive Aktion undertook a series of confrontations with the elder spiritual leaders. Dutschke was also largely responsible for the spread of anti-Establishment activism within the growing Sozialistischer Deutscher Studentenbund (Union of German Socialist Students, or SDS), which demanded the total transformation of German society. His group challenged the conservatism of the Adenauer administration and declared that the denazification of West German society and its institutions had been halfhearted and ineffectual. The rise of the civil rights and anti-Vietnam movements on the other side of the Atlantic further inspired the radicalism of these students. In a 1967 debate, Dutschke dismissed Habermas’s thought as outdated; Habermas responded by calling Dutschke’s unbridled activism "left-wing fascism."

At the same time that Adorno was working on such rarefied theoretical works as Negative Dialectics (1966) and Aesthetic Theory (1970), the SDS was operating under the banner "Enlightenment through Action," and engaging in demonstrations: against the Vietnam War, against repressive university reforms, and against the right-wing German media monopoly. The elder professors were not amused. Like such American Old Guard leftists as Irving Howe, who expressed distaste for Tom Hayden and the American Students for a Democratic Society, the Frankfurt School veterans were disturbed by the youthful disrespect of liberal institutions and disgusted by what they saw as a dogmatic faith in the primacy of action. "I established a theoretical model of thought," Adorno remarked. "How could I have suspected that people would want to implement it with Molotov cocktails?"

But members of the student movement did not abandon the work of their elders altogether. They circulated pirated copies of Dialectic of Enlightenment (1947); they rediscovered Georg Lukács and the Marxist texts of Walter Benjamin; and above all they turned their attention to the writings of Marcuse. His One-Dimensional Man (1964), already influential in America, appeared in German translation in 1967. The year before, Marcuse, who had remained in American exile, visited Germany. At the University of Frankfurt, he gave the keynote lecture at a student-sponsored conference on Vietnam, an event at which more than two thousand students were present and which led to mass antiwar demonstrations. Already known for his support of the American student movement, and for his mentorship of Angela Davis, Marcuse drew instant sympathy from the German students and formed a lasting friendship with Dutschke. In his celebrated essay "Repressive Tolerance" (published in German in 1966), Marcuse declared that in the case of insurrections among the oppressed, "no third party, and least of all the educator and intellectual, has the right to preach them abstention."

Unsurprisingly, Horkheimer and Adorno were suspicious of Marcuse’s engagement with the student rebels. A firm believer that science (Wissenschaft) and culture (Kultur) should be autonomous spheres, free of any direct involvement with politics, Adorno declared that he would remain a "theoretical human being," unwilling to draw practical consequences from his ideas. "If I were to give practical advice in the way that Herbert Marcuse has to a certain extent done," Adorno remarked in a 1969 interview in Der Spiegel, "it would be at the cost of my own productivity."

Although the students vilified him for such quietism, Adorno’s view of them was more ambivalent. On his deathbed he dictated a final letter to Marcuse, hoping to prevent the gulf between them from growing any wider. His words struck a remarkably conciliatory note: "I am the last to underestimate the merits of the student movement," he insisted. "It has disrupted the smooth transition to a totally administered world"–the world whose coming his own work so passionately decried.

In 1959, in his lecture "What Does Coming to Terms With the Past Mean?"–a key text for Germany’s postwar confrontations with its National Socialist legacy–Adorno had argued that the most urgent task facing postwar Germany was the eradication of those aspects of German culture and society that had enabled fascism to take root. In a different way, the German ‘68ers saw themselves as carrying out that very task. Of course, the wounds of the past, inflamed by the rise of terrorism (led by guerrilla groups like the Red Army Faction), in the 1970s, may not yet be healed. But now, thanks to Kraushaar, participants in this generational conflict can begin to come to terms with their own past.

- Noah Isenberg, “Theory At The Barricades.” Inside Publishing. 1998.

#theodor adorno #max horkheimer #herbert marcuse #frankfurt school #postwar germany #student left #far left #student rebels #students in revolt #youth in revolt #marxism #marxist theory #new left #student movement #subversive aktion #sozialistischer deutscher studentenbund #academic quote

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guys I was considering changing my url...opinions? what would y’all think?

#still kinda off but wondering about random stuff and trying to distrac my mind lol #anyway #idk #i was thinking about something w hockey in general not a specific player yk #but im not sure yet #I have a couple of ideas #i love softbarzal but idk #ive been talking about a lot of stuff here not only him or the isles which was my main goal when i started #along w the flyers of course #but still #deleting later

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❁.*･ﾟGoing On A Haunted Hayride ⋆｡°✩

⟶ ticket no. 17 ɞ

w/ Sano (Mikey) Manjiro | Hanma Shuji |

Warnings - none

I’m procrastinating a lot so this took a while to make but I got it out before October ended sooo yay. Back to requests now

ʚ Sano (Mikey) Manjiro ɞ

Mikey was super excited, he likes the thrill of being scared on occasions like Halloween. His life is pretty scary as it is but this is just the ‘fun’ kind of scared. Once you two arrive there’s a long line ahead of you, waiting, and waiting, Mikey keeps complaining that his feet hurt but there’s no way your going to carry him!

Once you two get your tickets you have to wait for a wagon to come. On the flyers it said it drags you into the woods for almost a mile. When you sat on the hay-bales the first thing Mikey did was complain about the hay poking his ass. of course Mikey held your hand the whole time, when the suspense was building by making it a few feet into the forest he tightened his grip on your hand.

“Mikey, let go your fine.” You lightly whispered, when you looked over at him his focus was on the trees.

Mikey blurted out, “I think I saw a shadow y/n.”

You giggled a bit, of course he saw a shadow it’s a damn ‘haunted hayride’ You we’re kind of hoping Mikey would get really scared so you could see his reaction.

You looked around at all the others on the hayride and a few of them looked concerned and started to look behind them. You were kind of creeped out now, you felt a touch on your back which made you jump a bit. This was creepy. Right after someone or something touched you Mikey let out a childish scream and held onto your whole arm.

“Y/N! Something touched me!” Mikey screamed and everyone on the ride looked over to you to. You chuckled at Mikey's scream it sounded like a little child. Now the voices started and before you could process what they were saying a clown jumped right in front of your cart, you didn’t even notice the hayride slowing down.

“AHH!” Mikey gasped and held your arm tighter, you too weren’t expecting it. You closed your eyes for a second and then opened them to look over at Mikey. The tractor started moving again but you could see Mikey's scared expression still stained on his face. You patted Mikey's head and couldn’t help but giggle a bit, this was kind of funny.

You went deeper into the woods and now you couldn’t see past all the trees. Little ghosts hanging from trees that glowed led the way, you could hear more footsteps and other people who were on with you talking about a chainsaw noise.

“Y/n! I hear a chainsaw, do you think he’s coming towards us?” Mikey asks you like you would know the answer to that. You respond by looking at him and shrugging your shoulders. You were getting a little on edge now and the ride started to slow down again. The chainsaw noise got louder and louder but now you could definitely tell it was getting closer step by step. Before you knew it a man with a chainsaw came sprinting out of the woods, heading straight for the cart. You let out a little scream along with the whole cart but Mikey's reaction was nothing. What why that’s weird?

“I knew he was coming.” Mikey said confidently now leaving his arm away from yours. You put a confused expression on your face, he was literally screaming like a child 2 minutes ago. Your not letting this die though all his friends must know how childish he was haha.

At the end of the hayride you made it back to the warehouse where you waited and they had free apple cider and marshmallows to roast over a bonfire. You were trying to get your marshmallow a nice golden brown, trying your best not to burn it. Mikey on the other hand let his marshmallow fall into the bonfire- oh boy. Luckily they gave him a new one, you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“Don’t let this one fall now.” You giggled but Mikey's determined expression told you that he was going to make the perfect marshmallow. Well that died down fast because his caught on fire and became completely burnt. He still ate it anyways and you gave him a sort of disgusted look, your marshmallow was a crispy golden brown that you were very happy with. Safe travels home!

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ʚ Hanma Shuji ɞ

Waiting in line was a struggle, hanma kept draping his body over your shoulders and it really weighed you down. He was basically about to fall asleep on your shoulders, at least he was keeping you warm....kind of. The strong breeze wasn’t helping the cold temperature at all, you held both your shoulders together almost like hugging yourself attempting to keep you a little warmer than before. You both could hear loud noises coming from the forest as you got closer and closer to where you’d buy tickets, it almost sounded like a train but there wouldn’t be a train in the woods..right?

You displayed an excited smile while glancing at hanma that quickly turned into a scared expression. “um, there’s someone running out of the woods.” You point over towards some trees and looked up at hanma, he chuckled a second and then pulled out his phone and started playing games. You lightly smacked his arm and gave him a angry look. He may be unfazed but you wished he’d at least act like he was scared.

As you two walked onto the hayride you decided to make it your mission to scare him or at least make sure he gets scared. we all know deep down he deserves it. The ride started moving and it followed a narrow dirt path that just barely was the width of the hayride. You wanted to side on the outside part to get the most scare out of everything so you leaned towards hanma as it got bumpier and bumpier.

The tractor drove up by two big trucks, this clearing looked almost like a construction site. As the ride just passed by then one of the horns went off and it was l-o-u-d. Your body shook and took hanma's arm to hold onto. You noticed the ride stopped and several clowns started coming out from behind the two trucks. You heard hanma yawn and looked up at him he was basically about to fall asleep. The clowns appeared in every direction and honestly creeped you out a bit- their makeup was done really well.

As the hayride started moving again the clowns started shaking it and saying nonsense like “Don’t go that way.” “Watch behind you.” And other things. You heard multiple footsteps following the hayride but they quickly faded away after moving for some time. You shook hanma hoping it would catch him off guard a bit but he shows no reaction :(

When the hayride slowed down again you were prepared for people to come running out of the forest or something…but instead your tractor driver immediately jumped up and turned his head towards the ride. You almost screamed as your body jumped, there was no way anyone expected that. You heard little kids whispering and even their parents were scared. The drivers mask was a clown with pealed off skin, very…..nasty. Hanma's expression was showing a little scared like, you figured this must have caught him a little off guard too..

The hayride started moving again once the driver sat back down, the woods got dense and there were fake ghosts hanging in the trees and pumpkins on the ground to light the way. You could see the lights from the place you had to wait which probably meant the ride was almost over. Before you knew it hanma let out a small scream, when you looked over a fake spider had fallen from the trees. What a surprise, of course he got scared by the most basic thing.. you looked over to him and couldn’t help but giggle, he finally got scared. mission accomplished!

Happy Halloween to all that celebrate!! Have a nice day/night.

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sorry to request yet another one, but you are such an amazing writer. Could I possibly have a romeo and juliet type story where reader is sleepybois sibling and is in love with either poly dream team (dream,George,sapnap) or just george xx

dream x george x sapnap x reader + sleepy boys x sibling!reader

trigger warnings: swearing, yelling, character death, Wilbur being a dumbass

premise: you are one of Philza’s children, and have fought for L’manburg’s independence, we follow your secret romance with the enemy, of course, this tragedy knows no happy ending

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You carefully dropped down over the side of the L’manburg wall, ducking into a roll before standing up and dusting yourself off, starting to sneak away.

A hand clamps around your forearm, pulling you around the side of a tree.

You hold back a yelp, instead turning with a smile, whispering, “Mr. Sapnap we simply must stop meeting like this.”

“And what? You’d have us march through your gates announcing ourselves to your brothers, I think not.” Nick chuckled.

“Well, I suppose that would put a damper on things.” You grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He fit your hand into his, pulling you along as you started for where the others would be waiting, “Especially when they are so against our dear Dream.”

“To be fair, he was against us.” You argued.

“But no more.” The man himself pointed out, stepping out of the shadows, rising his mask enough to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Because we continued to fight? or Because you wanted an excuse to talk to me without it being over a declaration of war?”

“I believe it was because Tommy gave up his disks,” George offered, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek, “Hello dearest.”

You sighed, “Phil gave him those disks. They were one of the only things to survive the blast.”

Behind the mask you could tell Dream’s face fell, and he started to turn away, “I- we did what we thought was right.”

“Blowing up my country was what you thought was right?” You challenged, crossing your arms, “You even had the audacity to cheer as my head was separated from my body by the sheer force.”

“Here we go again.” George muttered.

“We didn’t know you then! Things have changed! You and your people are free now!”

“That does not change our history.” You said indigently.

“What about when Sapnap burned the forests? That’s part of your history too yet we don’t see you yelling at him!” Dream exclaimed.

You sighed, “The forests were replanted with his help, and he has shown remorse, and regret over his actions.”

Surprisingly Dream wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest, “If that is what I takes to gain your trust, then I am sorry. I hope my past mistakes do not haunt you any longer.”

Reluctantly you wrapped your arms around him, smiling as the other boys joined the embrace.

After a few moment Dream pulled away, “c’mon, we may even have time for a proper date.”

“An election?” You questioned, “But your already the president.”

Wilbur grinned, “But I put myself in that position, if we do it this way everything is fair!”

You glanced down at the papers littering his desk, “Wil I don’t see how this makes things fair, I mean,” You picked up the note book where he’d been witting makeshift ballots, “Closing the ballots early? The people will only have one option! How is that fair?”

“Actually, I’m running as well.”

You turned to see Quackity entering the office, “You? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

The man frowned, “Well, I figure if Wilbur here gets a chance to do it fair why shouldn’t I?”

“We’ll be able to beat him easily.” Your brother quietly assured you.

“You alright love? You seem stressed.” Nick said quietly.

You sighed looking up at the sky, “Wilbur plans to hold an election. He believes we can over take Quackity and Swag 2020, but now Fundy and Niki have made there own party as well.”

George turned, propping himself up on his elbow, “That doesn’t sound good. If he’s already in charge why does he need to be re elected?”

“We put him on the throne, Tommy, Tubbo, Niki, Fundy and I. He wishes to be there fairly with the support of the people.”

Dream hummed, “Do you think he could win?”

“It’s possible,” You sighed, leaning back against Nick, “But campaigns have been tricky, Tommy managed to dig up Jshlatt. They though he could help, but now he’s trying to make a claim to having a spot on the ballot.”

“I thought he was dead.” George said.

You laced your fingers through his, “Well now he’s just a drunk who’s running for president. God I hope it was just a joke.” You muttered the last part.

The boy shared glances, Nick hazarding, “What happens if someone else wins?”

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t change much for me, technically I hold no office other than managing my brothers and the campaign, it’d shift me further out of public eye, but, I think Wilbur wouldn’t handle it well.”

Dream began to trace shapes into your open palm, “Well, with you in charge of the campaign I doubt your brother will fail.”

You smiled, “Let’s hope so.”

A few hours later, as the sun began to disappear beyond the hills of L’manburg you stood up from the picnic, bidding your lovers farewell, “Wilbur’s meeting starts soon, and I’ll be missed.”

After a few traded kisses you started back through the woods toward L’manburg, sneaking back in through a gap that had never been fixed in the wall, pausing at your house to change back into your L’manburg uniform before hurrying off to the white house.

“Your late!” Tommy called sharply as you entered Wilbur’s office.

“I lost track of time working on the last of the posters.” You pulled the rolled up tubes of paper from the bag you’d grabbed at the house as well.

Wilbur took the tubes as Tommy looked at you skeptically, “Yeah, doing that and what else?”

“Well I was talking to Phil today telling him about the election,” You sat down next to Tubbo, “But not much else.”

Wilbur sighed, dropping a flyer on the table, “We have more important notion to discuss, it would seem that Shlatt is serious about this.”

You grabbed the flyer, looking over the bolded, ‘Shlatt 2020′ and then back at Wilbur, “This can’t be real. I thought you closed the ballot.”

“The people favor him enough to allow him a spot on the ballot.” Tubbo sighed.

“We still stand a chance though,” Tommy said quickly turning to Wilbur, “Right Wil?”

Your older brother hesitated, wavering for a moment, before nodding, “Yes. Yes of course.”

“(y/n) I must ask you some thing.” Wilbur said as the meeting ended and Tommy and Tubbo headed out.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you sneak out?” Your breathing hitched but he continued, “Who are you meeting? What are you hiding? Who do you talk too from- from the SMP lands?” His voice turned to acid at the last words.

“I don’t go anywhere, outside L’manburg. Other than for walks in the forest on occasion.” You lied.

Wilbur examined your face, as if searching for something, “Fine then. Don’t tell me, I will find out sooner or later.”

He strode out of the room, leaving you to pull out your com tablet, privately messaging Dream, ‘it might be a bit before I can see you guys again’

‘:(’

You rolled your eyes quickly typing, ‘Wils getting suspicious, I’m just trying to keep you safe’

‘george also says :(’ Was all you received in reply, so you quickly put the tablet away, heading out of the office and out to the street.

You took a deep breath, looking back at the podium, ballots would be collected tomorrow, and then everything could change.

“Last night, before the last of the ballots were collected, Mr. Quackity of the SWAG 2020 party made an agreement with Mr. Jshlatt of the SHLATT 2020 campaign, that if neither party won the popular vote, they would combine there votes, creating a collation.” WIlbur announced.

From your place to the side of the stage you froze, fear coursing through your veins.

“And so, the combined percentages of SWAG 2020 and SHLATT 2020, bring the coalition to 46% of the popular vote.”

Your heart pounded in your ears, feeling Tommy freeze beside you.

“Which means, the coalition government of SWAG and SHLATT 2020, have won the L’manburg election, by 1%.”

The world seemed to slow as parts of the crowd erupted into cheers, Quackity jumped around on the stage yelling as Wilbur slowly moved away from the podium, out of the corner of your eye, near the back of the stands you see your boyfriends all looking down, but you paid them no mind, instead looking Shlatt dead in the eye as he grinned maliciously at you, before turning to address the crowd.

Wilbur tugged you and Tommy away from the stage, “We’re citizens tonight.”

Shlatt leaned over the podium as you took seats near the front of the crowd, “Well that, was pretty easy.”

You felt your brothers grip your hands, as you stared up at Shlatt.

“You know what I said when I announced this campaign? I said ‘things are gonna change’ I looked every citizen of L’manburg in the eye and I said ‘you listen to me... this place will be a lot different tomorrow.”

He smirked down at you, “So let’s start making that happen. My first decree as president of L’manburg- as EMPEROR! Of this great country!”

Your breathing hitched, “Is to revoke citizenship-! Of TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, and (Y/n)! Get them out of here!”

Suddenly it seemed as though every weapon in the city was trained on you as Tommy dragged you up out of your seat.

Wilbur was yelling at you to run, but you remained frozen on the spot, turning to look at the podium one last time before following your brothers, only a few steps behind, most of the crowd beginning to disperse

Some one practically screamed your name, and you turned in time for an onslaught of arrows to bury themselves in your body.

The last thing you saw before crumpling to the ground was Dream, Nick and George rushing toward you.

Shlatt strode off the stage, trying to move closer to your body only to be blocked by Dream’s outstretched sword.

He peered around where George had flung himself over you, “I want them out of here as soon as they respawn.”

You woke to someone pressing a damp cloth to your forehead, and excruciating pain spreading throughout your body.

Your eyes flicked open, looking around at the cave you found yourself in, in confusion. When you tried to sit up a gentle hand pushed you back down, “Don’t, you only respawned fully a day ago, you're too weak for that.”

“What’re you doing here?” You groaned.

Technoblade chuckled, “I heard someone say rebellion.”

You looked at him confused for a moment before he elaborated, “This is Pogtopia, cause apparently Wilbur can’t go more than a few months without establishing a new country. Tommy found the cavern after they were ran out of L’manburg. Tubbo is working with Shlatt to hunt you guys down, and Wilbur is trying to start a plan to get the country back.”

“How’d I get here? my bed is all the way in L’manburg.”

Techno grabbed one of the baked potatoes he’d brought up to your room, offering it to you, “That’s the thing I was meanin to ask ya, is there a reasonable explanation as to why it was the Dream Team who brought your body back here? All dramatic and not wantin to leave?”

You face flushed and you turned your head away from him, “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.” You brother said, moving to lean back against the wall.

You giggled nervously, “I guess it technically started when L’manburg was still fighting for independence...”

You told him of the strange glances during war councils, the way Nick had stopped in his tracks when he saw the way you looked forlorn at the burning wood, the way George found ways to sneak you trinkets signed ‘from someones special’, and the way you were never in any real danger during many battles.

You recalled your first real meeting with Dream after you had gained independence, the way he’d seemed so different then than at the signing of the peace treaty, the way that You’d received help replanting the forests, and the quiet still moments shared by the channel George almost unaware of your being there.

It was the first time you had really spoken about your lovers to anyone, and though it took a weight off your shoulders it added another as Techno subconsciously pulled out his axe and began to sharpen it.

“They wouldn’t hurt me, and the conflict that we shared was between the SMP Lands and L’manburg, not us.” You finished quietly.

Techno looked at you quizzically, “Your telling me Dream, the Dream, Mister Manhunts and smp and god among men Dream, would willingly put away his conflicts, his gains, his leverage, just for you?”

“For all of us.” You said firmly.

“That why he kept Tommy’s disks?”

“Tommy willingly gave up those disks for the country.” You muttered.

Your older brother ignored you, “That why he openly endorsed Shlatt as soon as your back was turned?”

You froze, pushing yourself to sit up, even as it made your head spin, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Shlatt’s key endorsement, you know, the endorsement given to the guy who was suppose to endorse Wil?” He watched as your face fell, before quietly starting out of the room, “I won’t tell either of them, but if Dream loses a life cause you find out it was true, don’t look my way.”

You fished your com tablet out of the pack that was lying next to your cot, ‘we need to talk.’

“(y/n)! Thank god your okay!” Nick exclaimed, throwing his arms around you.

You hugged him back before turning to face Dream, “Why did you endorse Shlatt?”

He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, “And I don’t want a denial or an excuse, or- or any of that. I just want to know why you did it. Why you didn’t tell me?”

Shakily Dream pulled off his mask, looking you in the eye, “I didn’t mean to do anything that would hurt you. Technically I never publicly endorsed him, he took a piece of advice and ran with it to the people. If I had known he was going to do that I would’ve never talked to him in the first place. If I had known he was going to exile you, if he was going to take one of your lives I would have killed him where he stood with no hesitation.”

The mask shook his hand, and George gently took it from him, lacing there fingers together encouragingly.

“I know I fucked up talking to him but if he goes near you, or tries to get you exiled further, or anything like that, he’ll be dead. I- I will do what it takes to help you get L’manburg back.”

You bit your lip, still partially holding on to Nick, “Why did you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to add to the stress.”

“Also, you said Wilbur was getting suspicious, and you stopped talking to us for two days.” George pointed out.

You nodded, quietly rubbing at your eyes, “Uh, yeah, uh, so Techno knows.”

Nick stiffened, “What?”

“Technoblade knows about this- uh- us.”

“T- Technoblade, your brother, as in, The Technoblade, Mister violence, and blood god and technoblade never dies, knows about us?” George gulped.

“He only threatened Dream, so don’t worry?” You said sheepishly.

Nick chuckled, “Wonderful, that means we get out with our heads and Dream gets to fight to the death.”

“I don’t see how that’s fair.” Dream pouted.

“Maybe I just thought it better to threaten you cause I know if I tried to take the other ones you’d come for me anyway.” Techno said, striding into the clearing.

The boys sat there looking at him for a moment before he sighed, turning to you, “You better get back inside ‘fore Wil goes insane. An’ you guys better clear out before Tommy sees you and goes berserk.”

Reluctantly your boyfriends nodded, quickly muttering goodbyes and leaving, only slightly in fear of Techno, and you turned to your brother with a sigh, “He can’t keep me locked up forever.”

“He’s worried. Paranoid even, thinks Shlatts gonna send someone to kill you again,” Techno explained, guiding you back towards one of the entrances of the cavern, “The stress is getting to him.”

The days spent in Pogtopia began to blend together, the only memorable ones being the ones that were spent sneaking out and seeing your lovers, though you never excepted to see one of them within the cavern itself.

You had come down one of the narrow walkways of your new home, and when Tommy had grabbed your wrist, hissing “Dream is here! And he’s going to help Wilbur blow up L’manburg!” you were not nearly prepared to see him handing Wilbur a rather large bag.

Wilbur grinned wickedly, “This is perfect.”

“Wilbur,” Your little brothers voice was shaking, “Give me that tnt.”

Dream drew his sword, holding it up almost lazily in Tommy’s direction, “I’m going to have to step in on this one Tommy.”

You could see him smirking under the mask as you pushed Tommy behind you, “Wilbur what are you doing?”

“What needs to be done.” He said coldly, “If I can’t have Manburg no one can have Manburg!”

“And you think blowing up our home is the right move?” You said cautiously.

There was something different in Wilbur’s eyes, “No survivors.”

Techno watched this from his spot on the wall, “Wilbur I think we need to have a discussion, things like this take time to plan. (Y/n) why don’t you escort our guest out.”

You nodded sharply, starting towards the back of the cavern, “This way green boy.”

As soon as you got outside the cave you grabbed his wrist, shoving him against the rock wall, “What the fuck are you thinking?”

The now lopsided mask reviled his cocky smirk, “Shouldn’t this be the other way around?”

“Shut the fuck up! What are you thinking?” You hissed.

“I’m helping you get back your L’manburg!” He sounded all too happy about it.

“By siding with him? He’s gone manic Clay! He’s fucking insane!”

Dream winced at the words, “He’s your brother. You have to side with him.”

“My brother is gone. I side with that man because I am loyal to my family, so long as Techno and Tommy are with him I am. If there was ever a time for you two to ever get along it would not be this.” You backed away from him.

“(y/n), I’m just trying to help.”

“I know,” You said softly, turning back to the cave entrance, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Wars tomorrow.” George said quietly.

You nodded, carding your hand through his hair, “That it is.”

The month had passed quickly, and after the incident at the festival, and then Quackity’s meeting with Shlatt you seemed to have blinked and the eve of war was upon you.

You had snuck out, now spending your last night before the world changes again with your boys, huddled up together in one of the castles parapets. (It had been quite a shock to you when Dream dethroned Eret)

“We will be on different sides, how will this even play out?” Nick asked.

“Only time will tell.”

Dream, mask long since forgotten to the side, bit his lip, “(y/n), George, I want you to stay out of the fighting.”

“We can handle ourselves.” You argued.

“It’s George’s job to stay neutral, and you’re on your last life. None of us want to lose you.” He said softly, looking over Nick’s head at you.

“I will fight for my country. No one will stop me.”

“Even if Phil came back and told you not too?” Nick asked with a chuckle.

“Well-” You laughed, “I suppose it would depend.”

A while later, you began to head back to Pogtopia, your boys insisting on walking you back.

Upon reaching the cave you kissed each of them, “Until we see what tomorrow brings.”

They gave similar goodbyes, and you darted back into the cavern.

Coming around the corner someone grabbed your wrist, tugging it hard, and you came face to face with Wilbur, “Where the fuck were you?”

“uh- o- out.” You stuttered.

“Out with your boyfriends?” He taughtened, dragging you down through the cavern, past the new rooms that had been carved out recently, “When were you planning on telling us of this little fling?”

“What are you talking about?” Tears sprung to your eyes.

“Oh I know all about you and Dream and Sapnap and George! You and your fucking betrayal! Why the fuck would you try to betray me? I’m your brother!” He exclaimed, practically throwing you into a newly constructed cage.

You dug your nails into your palms, “Wilbur, please.”

“I know it was them who disconnected the TNT, who you keep sneaking out to meet, who you were conspiring against me with!” He locked the cage and you caught a glimpse of Techno, leaning against a wall looking down.

“Wil I never conspired against you!”

“We’ll see about that.” He hissed, “You’ll stay here until this is over. I may fail at regaining my L’manburg but I will not fail to kill those men.”

As he strode away you looked to Techno, “Techno what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he managed before hurrying away.

Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you looked around the abandoned alcove of the cavern, there was no getting out of this.

Quietly you pulled your com tablet from your sleeve, sending a messege to Phil, ‘dad I need help, Wil’s gone insane’

You leaned against the bars of the cell, Pogtopia’s few members had long since left for the battle, and you were still here, trapped where Wilbur had left you, none of your boyfriends were responding to your pings, feeling utterly hopeless.

“(y/n)?” A yell echoed through the cavern.

“Phil!” You called desperately, “I’m in here!”

A few moments later your adoptive father appeared in the doorway, shocked upon seeing the locked cage and your tear stained cheeks, “(y/n).”

You nodded as he quickly began to work at the lock, pulling you into an embrace as soon as the cage opened.

“Dad,” You hiccupped, fighting back a new wave of tears, “He’s insane! He’s gonna try to blow up Manburg again! And he’s gonna try to kill them!”

“Who is?” He asked gently.

“Wilbur! He’s gone mad!”

Phil pulled away from you to look you in the eyes, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, sniffling.

Phil took a deep breath, looking around, “Okay, you get down to where they’re fighting, you try to keep Wilbur distracted once it’s over, I’ll try to think of something to stop the tnt.”

You nodded, quickly forcing yourself up, running out of the cavern.

You hurried through the woods, pushing yourself to go faster, making it to the crest of the hill as people flooded out of the van, cheering, people of Pogtopia, L’manburg and the SMP lands alike.

You charged down the hill, not seeing Wilbur standing to the side.

“Dream! Sapnap! George!” You yelled.

They turned to see you running at them, relived to see you okay, still not understanding the cryptic things Wilbur had been saying.

“(Y/n)-” Dream was cut off a yet another arrow planted its self in your back.

“Love?” You whispered, before crumpling to the ground.

They rushed forward, but it was too late, you were gone, and George early screamed, burring his face in an expressionless Nick’s shoulder.

Dream looked up at Wilbur, whos cross bow was still raised, utterly broken, “What the fuck have you done?”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #dream x george x sapnap x reader #dream team x reader #teddy06 writes

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sepublic · 2 years

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Ba-Wahi

Many caverns and tunnels wrap around the ‘bones’ of Mata Nui, which act as support girders and foundational bedrock for the landscape. Some places in the Matoran Universe might have their gravitational fields centered around these bones; A cavern below Mata Nui’s femur will have gravity opposite that of a cavern above, like an upside-down world. The physics are kind of similar to what you’d encounter in Super Mario Galaxy; Some places in the Matoran Universe really have their gravity all over the place.

Again like Super Mario Galaxy, there will be caverns where gravity is situated along the surface, so that you can walk on the ceilings and walls. Some domes will flip their gravity past a certain height, with floating rocks often demarcating these gravitational borders (like the Hollow Earth in Godzilla VS Kong). Ba-Matoran have an innate sense regarding the direction of gravity and its intensity, and can safely navigate these areas, known as a Ba-Wahi, with little issue.

Those who aren’t Ba-Matoran will often find themselves disoriented by the unusual layout of gravity, disoriented by unexpected shifts; Some have incorrectly predicted whether the direction of gravity will shift or not, and in what direction, leading to quite a few accidents. Some Ba-Wahi caverns resemble space, with pitch-black walls and ceilings, studded with lightstones coming in a wide array of colors and arrangements like crystalline constellations.

A Ba-Metru is the same concept as a Ba-Wahi, but with buildings and rooms where the direction of gravity is openly marked, designed to be easily navigated; Some rooms have gravity oriented in one direction, others have multiple directions assigned to different areas and sections. Spherical chambers where inhabitants can freely walk along the surface also exist. Ba-Metrus are often very small and concise compared to other cities, as they’re able to make the most of interior spaces; And a few zones have gravity’s direction shifted around, according to the time of day and/or function, as part of the city’s routine. This is usually done to facilitate some manner of travel and/or render some areas more, or less, accessible at specific intervals.

And of course, some areas of the Matoran Universe lack gravitational fields altogether, especially in those crystalline caverns that resemble the constellations in space; Gravity is instead anchored at several points scattered throughout the interior, namely the centers of various structures floating about these caverns, often rooted in one point through stasis technology, others orbiting around even larger structures. Miniature planetoids are a common sight, as are floating islands, with bridges and ropes connecting them to each other for travel.

Jetpacks are a favored mode of transportation in a Ba-Wahi or Metru, but not as practical elsewhere. In areas where gravity is mixed and matched and skewed, natural flyers have also managed to adapt to the environments. Unique Rahi that float and drift through ‘space’ have been designed by the Makuta, able to effortlessly navigate the gravitational ‘currents’. Aquatic caverns are easier to navigate, but nevertheless disorienting in their own way, and are populated by all strange manner of life.

Since ‘up’ and ‘down’ are arbitrary terms amongst Ba-Matoran, many have maps of the Matoran Universe considered to be ‘upside down’ compared to how most people perceive it. This is a matter for debate; Especially as in space, there is no up and down, and this is where Mata Nui spends most of his time. The majority of the Matoran Universe’s gravitational direction is arbitrary, though the intent of the Great Beings’ design is worth considering.

Voya Nui’s break off from the Southern Continent probably had something to do with this system of conflicting gravitational pulls and directions; The Southern Continent likely boasts, or is located near, a massive Ba-Wahi of its own. Said Ba-Wahi’s inverted gravity must’ve interfered with Voya Nui’s during the Great Cataclysm, contributing towards its ejection as did the eruption of the Codrex’s energies below.

On Spherus Magna, natural gravitational fields skewed from the rest of the planet’s gravity also exist; It too has its own floating islands, miniature planetoids, vertical cliffs that people can walk upon, and even massive underground caverns similar to the Ba-Wahis of the Matoran Universe. When the Great Spirit Robot was dismantled, many Ba-Matoran and other species used to these mismatched fields migrated to these locations; They find large swathes of uniform gravity to be rather limiting and constricting, and thus Ba-Matoran and their neighbors often prefer to remain isolated to a Ba-Wahi.

Hence, Ba-Matoran sometimes come across as one of the rarer variants of Matoran, when in reality they simply stay confined to a spot; As mentioned before, they make the most use of interior space, and so despite having relatively similar numbers to other elements of Matoran, come across as the most obscure. Recreating a Ba-Metru is simple, since Ba-Matoran are already familiar with artificial gravity as a mechanism and how to replicate, alter, or even neutralize it, with Ba-Toa not needing any technology to do so; The Ba-Matoran and their neighbors are the future pioneers of space travel.

#bionicle #YaBr #headcanon #headcanons #fanon #gravity #matoran universe #spherus magna

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The Missing Formula

This is neither a request or anything I specified on my WIP list, but I couldn’t get this scene out of my head until I wrote it. Not a sickfic, not even that angsty. Just a little piece that makes my heart happy. Wish my college experience had included a Claudette.

Word Count: 1,520

CW: mild mentions of overwhelm, mentions of s*x repulsion.

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The Fresher’s Tent was a rendition of how Rin would have imagined Hell to appear. Not the only rendition, and not the worst, but definitely one of them. There were too many people and too many different noises, and all she wanted to do was turn around and run back to her room.

The university’s societies and clubs each had their own stand set up inside the giant marquee, with committee members armed with stickers and condoms to lure in new sign-ups. It made Rin sweat with panic every time she thought someone was going to hand her the latter, so she mostly kept her eyes on the floor until she reached the spots she wanted to visit.

First, she had made a beeline for the University Outlook, a student publication that she hoped to contribute to over the course of her time there. She’d also signed up for Science Soc, though she’d been too shy to properly engage with the committee members as they copied her details from her student card and handed her a membership card.

Come on, Rin! she thought to herself as she wandered past the other booths, trying to avoid knocking shoulders with any of the other students that were strolling and darting in every direction. This is your fresh start. It’s what you’ve always wanted! Time to be bolder. Time to put yourself out there, and –

“Hi, hello there!” The voice was dull, and abrasive enough to make Rin stop and glance at whoever was speaking to her, just to confirm that they were, indeed, speaking to her. “Are you a fresher?”

Rin’s eyes shot to the floor. Stranger. Talking to her. Fuck. What to do? Answer the question, probably. Make eye contact, if possible. Just stop staring at the damn floor!

“Yeah, but... please don’t give me a condom.”

Smooth.

“Uh, it’s okay. I wasn’t going to.”

Rin swallowed against the thick feeling in her throat.

“My name’s Claudette, and my pronouns are she/they.” The person presented Rin with a flyer that was covered in streaks of rainbow, and photos from outdoor events. There were way too many faces and places for Rin to focus on any of them. “Wanna join Pride Soc?”

Rin blinked in surprise, first at the stunning individual who was giving her attention, and then at the flyer again. LGBTQIA+ Pride Society. “Oh. Um, thanks, but I’m not – I’m not gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay.”

Rin glanced up again. Claudette was positively breath-taking, all six feet of her, along with the thick, dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Rin quickly spotted the pin on their cardigan that read “she/they”, nestled amongst a collection of others. Her eyes picked out the rainbow pride flag, along with the blue, purple, and pink stripes of the bisexual flag, but she was totally lost on the others.

“We also accept allies. You look nice.” Claudette blinked sluggishly behind their wide, gold-rimmed glasses. “That’s why I stopped you.”

Rin felt her cheeks redden. Based on the facts that she didn’t recognise most of the flags on Claudette’s pins, or even know what all of the letters in LGBTQIA+ stood for, she didn’t feel qualified for this.

But Claudette was still looking at her, like they were waiting for an answer.

“W-well, my two best friends are queer,” she blurted out, before remembering that people who bragged about having gay friends were famously uncool. She cleared her throat. “I’ll join as an ally, is what I mean.”

“Great,” the person said, casting their eyes down to their clipboard. “Can I have your name and your student number, please?”

Rin still had her student card in her hand from the last booth. “Sure, it’s, um, it’s all on here.”

“Oh, awesome,” the society member’s facial expression didn’t budge as they took Rin’s card and jotted down the details. In the meantime, Rin looked down at the flyer again, grimacing at the string of letters that followed LGBT. She reckoned the Q was for ‘queer’, but beyond that, she was lost.

“So, um,” she half-laughed, “the I and the A? What do they stand for?”

“Oh.” The person’s tone suggested that she was a bit perturbed. It took Rin by surprise when they continued, in an easy-going voice. “The I is for intersex, and the A stands for asexual.”

Rin almost smirked at that, taking her student card as Claudette handed it back. “Some of your members are plants?”

Their eyebrows raised as they reached into the bag clipped to their waist, pulling out a society card with the rainbow and the string of letters printed across it.

“Well,” she mumbled, handing the card to Rin, “I’m asexual, and I don’t personally identify a plant.”

Rin gulped and snatched her new society card, feeling like she was about to be punched in the gut by a stranger.

“Then again,” Claudette droned, “I can’t speak on behalf of the entire ace community.”

Why? Why had she said that? She shouldn’t try to be funny! People never picked up on it when she was trying to be funny. Rin suddenly wished she’d put on at least twice as much deodorant that morning, because she could sense that the panic-sweat and the humid-tent-sweat were beginning to mingle.

She had her membership card. Claudette had gotten her to sign up. She could run away now, and never show her face at a Pride Soc event in her life, and Claudette would quickly forget they’d ever met.

I’ve definitely lingered too long to run away now. In any case, Claudette looked like she could have caught up to a sprinting Rin by just casually walking several paces forward.

“I’m – I’m so sorry,” she choked out. Brilliant. Here she was, on Day One of her university life, already acting pathetic in front of the first cool person to pay her even a smidge of attention. Not only that, but this person was doing a job! She had no specific interest in Rin, besides the fact that she was a fresher and could help the society reach its membership targets. “I don’t know why I even said that. Sometimes my mouth just – I –”

“Dude.” Claudette shrugged. “Relax, okay? You’re all good. It’s not the first time I’ve heard the plant joke.”

Rin exhaled, part of the stress leaving her lungs. So, Claudette had realised that she’d been making a joke. That was something.

“I just – I’ve actually never heard of a person identifying as asexual. What does – what does that mean?” Rin grimaced when there was still no shift in Claudette’s expression. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“’Course,” Claudette nodded. “So, asexual means that you don’t feel sexual attraction to any person of any gender. Some asexual people are repulsed by the idea of sex itself, but some of us aren’t. For example, I’ve had sex, and I’ve enjoyed it, but I don’t feel sexual attraction towards potential partners. Oh, this is the asexual flag, actually.”

Rin’s eyes flicked to where Claudette was pointing, towards a pin on her cardigan. It was shaped like an ace from a deck of cards, and was striped with black, grey, white, and purple.

The panicked heat was suddenly replaced by a cold wave of… something.

“The A is also for aromantic,” Claudette added, pointing vaguely to the flyer again. “Sexual and romantic attraction are different, which is something not a lot of people realise. Some people are aro and ace, meaning they don’t feel sexual attraction or romantic attraction.”

Rin blinked as soon as the stranger in front of her paused. “Oh.”

“These things all exist on a spectrum, too. There isn’t just 100% asexual or 100% allosexual… Sorry. I’m going on and on. You can leave, if you like.”

Rin swallowed again, realising the flyer was trembling slightly in her hands. She looked down at the letters, pinpointing that A – that A that seemed to glow on the page – until it began to blur. She quickly reached up under her glasses to try to stop the tears from falling, but even if that had worked, she’d have been betrayed by the sob that suddenly rose from deep in her chest.

“Oh… honey –”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry –”

“Are you okay?”

Thirty seconds ago, a voice in the back of Rin’s head would have said no. It would have said that she was mostly okay, besides a few dark spots inside of her that reeked of not okay. It felt like those spots had just felt the kiss of the sun for the first time ever, and instead of being overrun with cobwebs and filth, they were as clean and bright as every other part of her.

“Yeah. I think – I think I’m okay?”

Claudette hummed with uncertainty. “You sure?”

That feeling, that suspicion, that the people around her must have been faking or exaggerating… That feeling like trying to solve a maths problem without knowing the formula, but when she asked her friends for the formula, they acted like it didn’t exist…

“I… I think I’m asexual?” Rin exhaled, hearing that her own voice was growing louder than she would have liked, but unable to control it. She had to fight through the urge to throw a stoic veil over the smile that pulled achingly at her cheeks. “And aromantic.”

Claudette broke into a smile in response. They glanced over their shoulder and mouthed something to one of the other students running the booth, before turning back to Rin. “How about you and I go grab a cup of coffee?”

Rin’s jaw trembled as she nodded. “Yeah. Yes, please.”

“Awesome. I’m so tired of standing here and talking to idiots.”

#StW Rin #fic #OC fic #an actual happy fic no strings attached #Swallow the World #sickfic OC #whump OC #my OCs #Lucyverse #Lucyverse Claudette

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Flags and Labels

Part of Writer Wednesday by @flightlessangelwings & @autumnleaves1991-blog

Pairing: Modern AU, pan!Din Djarin x Bi!Reader (GN, no pronouns, no Y/N)

Word Count: >2k

Rating/Warnings: Mentions of a religious upbringing and trauma from that past. Essentially Din grew up in “The Children of the Watch” and was very sheltered, but is now exploring the real world. If I’m missing anything else I should tag in this vein, please let me know.

pride / “Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

You smiled brightly at Din as he gazed around, a look of wonder on his face. The street was alive with colour. Walls, windows, fences, parking meters: Everywhere you looked were multicoloured flags of every kind, representing the various people taking to the streets to celebrate their freedom to be who they are. The people themselves in the streets were just as colourful. They sported flags and bright colours and all kinds of eccentric accessories, showcasing who they’re proud to be. The joy in the air was palpable, contagious even.

You had been friends with Din for nearly two years now, the two of you having met at the local library. He always took out such interesting books on a variety of subjects, both fiction and non-fiction, and shortly after becoming acquainted with him you found out why. He had grown up in a very strict religious sect - some would go so far to describe them as a cult - and had been sheltered from many things until his early adulthood. When he became comfortable with you, he had just as many questions for you about the “real world” as you had about his past.

One topic that had come up as you two talked about Din’s past was his sexuality. He had known from a young age that something was different. His religion had been strict about heterosexual couples being the only way, shunning all other types of love. You happily helped him find books and resources he could look into, to further explore his feelings. You also opened up, sharing your own personal journey and experiences as you came to terms with your bisexuality.

When you suggested taking Din to this year’s pride, he was both nervous and excited. He still wasn’t a fan of large crowds, a side effect of his upbringing. He also didn’t know what to expect when he got there. With some research and reassurance from you that you wouldn’t leave his side, he agreed. You were so glad he did now that you were watching him take it all in.

“All these people…” Din trailed off, losing his voice.

“They all support love.” You finished the thought. “Regardless of labels, they all just wanna be who they are, love who they want. There’s always some protesters, but whatever, don’t pay them any mind. We outnumber them.” You chuckled.

“I had no idea this was out here, all this time.” He breathed.

You had to bite your lip to keep your own emotions in check. The look of awe, the unshed tears in his eyes. You felt drawn to the sweet, quiet man like a moth to a flame. You’d been falling for him for months, the embers of your crush only stoked when he opened up about his sexuality and yes, you were in his spectrum. The glimmer of hope that he might be attracted to you dangled in front of you like a feathered cat toy… but you just couldn’t risk it. He had opened up to you, come to you for guidance and a shoulder to cry on. You felt guilty taking that away from him if you pushed that line too far. You’d crush on him silently while remaining a pillar of support.

“C’mon,” you wrapped your hand around his forearm - a safer place than taking his hand or feeling the enticing muscle hidden under the sleeve of his t-shirt - “let’s dive in.”

You watched Din carefully as you two walked the streets and took in all the sights. You wanted to know if he was getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable, but he took it all in stride. He had lots of questions about the performing drag queens, and not all that you could answer yourself. You laughed heartily at the look on his face when one queen draped her boa over his shoulders with a shimmy.

There were people doing tarot readings, which while he seemed intrigued about, didn’t want to miss anything else by waiting in the long line. You shared a rainbow coloured ice cream sundae which turned your tongue different colours as you went, both of you laughing as you stuck your tongue out periodically - you forced yourself not to think about how the flavors would taste on his tongue every time it came out a different colour.

You made a point to stop at some information booths for local groups, picking up flyers for Din to look over later. Sports teams, choirs, friendship/support groups; Din was absolutely shocked to find there were arms of religion that not only accepted but supported LGBTQ+ rights. You knew he was struggling with reconciling his religious teachings with the “real world” and thought maybe these groups might be able to help navigate it more than you could with your limited experience.

A face painting booth caught your eye and you dragged Din over, not that he was putting up much of a fight. There were a few people doing the face painting, some clearly artists who would do a full-face of whatever you requested, but also there were some that were simply painting pride flags on cheeks for the price of a donation to a local queer youth shelter.

You and Din looked over the board they had set up of different flags, all that you had seen throughout the day as you explored.

Dropping some money into the bucket, you sat on the stool and asked for a bisexuality flag. Din stood by and watched as the artist painted. You kept quiet, not wanting to cause them to mess up.

“Well? What do you think?” You prompted when they were done.

“It looks nice.” Din nodded.

“Did you want one too?” The artist asked, looking Din’s way.

You looked over to Din, smiling as you waited for him to answer. As comfortable as he’d grown in your time walking around and meeting new people, you didn’t know if he was ready to wear anything pride related. It was his call, but you looked as encouraging as you could.

“Um, can I get this one?” He asked, pointing at the Pansexuality flag. Your heart soared for him. It wasn’t exactly a declaration of finding the right label, but feeling comfortable enough to display the flag on his cheek was definitely progress.

“Of course!” They answered, gesturing for Din to sit in the stool as they got the right colours ready. As he sat, you gave his shoulder a squeeze. He looked up at you with a soft smile, eyes shining with excitement.

“Have you ever had your face painted before?” You questioned, realizing that it probably wasn’t the kind of thing he’d grown up with.

“I don’t think so.” He shrugged.

“Oh, it’s been a while since I had a virgin.” The artist teased with a wink, making you laugh as Din blushed bright red. You ran your hand across his shoulders to soothe him through the embarrassment, although all it did was make your own face flush as you felt the firm muscles twitch under his shirt.

“All done!” It took the artist only a few moments to swipe the three colours evenly along his cheek. They lifted a handheld mirror so Din could see for himself. He nodded his approval with a quiet thanks, adding some more money into the collection bucket.

“C’mere, let’s get into the sun for a picture!” You suggested as you skipped ahead of him. He followed, grinning at your excitement as you found the perfect spot and opened up your camera.

He leaned over you, head nearly resting on your shoulder as you started snapping selfies. Happy ones, goofy ones, serious ones. Your thumb automatically tapped every few seconds as the two of you made different faces. When Din pressed his lips to your cheek, the picture captured every ounce of surprise you felt.

“Thanks for bringing me here.” Din smiled as you tucked your phone away, trying to hide your burning face.

“Y-yeah. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You stuttered, picking at some non-existent lint on your shirt.

“Did I do something wrong?” The flatness in Din’s voice made your head shoot up. He was frowning, the excitement of the day all but vanished from his expression.

“No. W-W-Why… Why would you think that?” You shook your head, internally cursing yourself for the reaction you had to a simple, friendly kiss.

“I kissed you, and you…” He trailed off, gesturing at you in lieu of verbalizing his thoughts. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, Din. Don’t apologize-”

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while now-”

The two of you began speaking at once, only to both pause when you realized the other was talking.

“Trying to tell me what?” You asked, feeling that familiar heat rising up your neck into your cheeks.

“I… I like you… more than just friends…” Din admitted, looking down and kicking at a rock on the ground. “I guess today just… made me feel… brave.”

“Really?” You squeaked, voice malfunctioning as you fought to keep your body under control. You wanted to jump, sing, cartwheel, hell you would fly if you had the ability.

“You don’t have to like me back. I don’t want it to change anything.” Din continued, still focussed on the rock.

You tucked your hand under his chin, forcing him to look up and see with his own eyes how you felt about his confession. His eyes widened a fraction when he took in the wide smile you wore ear to ear.

“I definitely like you back.” You confirmed. “And you are one of the bravest people I know.”

A sigh of relief gave way to a matching smile on Din’s face, the two of you smiling at each other widely, neither sure what to say next.

“Din?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

The only regret the two of you held from your first real kiss was the smudged flags on your cheeks.

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#Din Djarin x Reader #Din Djarin x You #Mando x Reader #Mando x You #Din Djarin imagine #din djarin drabble #Din Djarin fluff #WookieTales #jey’s pride celebration 2k21 #Writer Wednesday

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Healing Touch

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Summary: Medical school abroad was the last line on your to-do list before starting the rest of your life. Everything was going according to plan. Everything, that is, until tragedy strikes your campus. In the wake of a professor’s untimely death, you’re partnered with the cute boy with a breathtaking smile in the newly combined labs. You find yourself unable to resist the dimples and shy glances, but his life is here with no plans of leaving. Will you continue on as planned or will you accept the hand that Fate had dealt you?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Final

The door to the bathroom slammed behind Yixing as he plastered his back against the cinderblock wall. The bathroom was empty, thank goodness. His heart was pounding, beating in rhythm to the pawing of the wolf. It growled at him to go back, to find you and claim you. He fought against it. Barely.

All this time you had been here, on this campus, and he never even knew it. How many times had he come close to almost running into you? Almost had a class with you? How many times had he walked into the student union or a lab or any other classroom and missed you by mere seconds? Having met you now, under these circumstances – it almost felt like Fate was taunting him.

Sliding down to the floor, Yixing let his head fall back against the paint-flaking stone. A small smirk tugged at his mouth. He’d found you. Like a flower blooming for the first time… you were beautiful. Your smiles had been small but stunning. When your hair fell like a waterfall hiding your face, his fingers twitched to push it behind your ear. Yixing had found girls pretty before, but you – you were fascinating. Like seeing a close up picture of a new planet a million lightyears away for the first time. As quiet as you were, he was determined to flip over the stones and discover what lied underneath.

Elation soon gave way to worry, though. Now that the first step was done, he had to proceed with caution. He didn’t want to scare you off or come on too strong. Knowing himself, he could get too excited and push you too far before you were ready.

And then there were the headaches. And the lost time. He needed to find the cause of it. He needed to understand what was happening to him. Because the last thing he would want is to hurt you.

Pushing himself back up to his feet, he went over to the sink and turn the cold water on blast. He cupped some of the water in his palm and cooled off heat radiating from his neck. Icy droplets rolled down his back and over his shoulders. It helped, sparingly. He gave a single glance in the mirror before turning off the water and walking out of the bathroom.

He knew that going to his next class would be a useless action. Paying attention was out of the question. There were ways that he could catch up in his spare time. Right now, he needed to be in a place where he was both surrounded by people (to keep himself in check), and yet alone for his thoughts. So, he headed for the student union. The buzzing of a hundred conversations hit him as soon as he stepped through the doors. None of them were clear, too intermixed to be deciphered. Perfect. Now he just need to find an empty table in a corner and-

“Hey, Yixing!”

Yixing blinked, searching around for the one who had called his name.

Baekhyun was standing up in his seat, waving an arm back and forth to get Yixing’s attention. The latter sighed. Maybe this was better. Maybe being alone wasn’t a good idea after all.

Sitting with Baekyun was Chanyeol, Jongin, Sehun, and Kyungsoo. Jongdae, Yixing knew, was in class. However, Minseok was usually with them. He must have been somewhere off with his mate. A quick surge of jealous struck through Yixing’s veins, but he tampered it down quickly. Soon enough he would be there, too. Soon enough.

Careful to keep his face as neutral as his facial muscles would allow, Yixing headed over to the others, dragging a free chair over from a nearby table.

“Playing hooky?” Baekhyun teased.

“Just didn’t feel like going to class.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Nor the complete truth. The statement fell somewhere in the middle. Like most things he said these days.

“Are you sweating, hyung?” Sehun asked from the other side of the table.

Chanyeol sniffed several times. “You still smell like your body wash. Is everything okay?”

Jongin pointed at him. “Your collar’s wet.”

Yixing shifted in his seat. Was it too early to tell them? Was it news that he should share with Junmyeon first? He knew he would end up going to Minseok at some point. Who better to go with for advice than the one person who’s lived through it already? Maybe even Ji Yeon might have a few words of wisdom for him. All five of his brothers were staring at him, waiting for an explanation, fictitious or otherwise, for this out-of-character behavior.

“She’s in my new class.”

“Who is?” Chanyeol asked.

Yixing didn’t reply right away. The words were sticking to the tip of his tongue like fly paper. Maybe he should just say “never mind” and go on with his day. This wasn’t the right setting to share this information. He shouldn’t have said anything. He should have waited until he got back to the farmhouse. He should have discussed this with Junmyeon and Minseok first. As much as he loved Baekhyun, he had a feeling this news would get back to the rest of the pack before he had a chance to tell them himself. Would Jongdae start to avoid him, too?

Before he had a chance to backtrack, Kyungsoo caught on. “Ah. You mean, her, don’t you?”

Yixing swallowed, the muscles in his throat contracting, making the motion difficult. Slowly, almost like a fishing bobber in the water, he nodded.

Letting out an exasperated scoff, Baekhyun hunched down in his seat. “This feels way too fast. I thought we would have time after Minseok until the next one.” He straightened up before leaning in close to Yixing. “Are you sure it’s your mate? Are you sure you just don’t think she’s really pretty?”

Yixing shook his head. “Minseok is right. The feeling is different. And immediate. It’s her.”

“Well, better you than me.”

“But think of the nice excuse it would give you to break up with Daisy?” Chanyeol teased.

“Who said I wanted to break up with her?”

“You did,” Kyungsoo deadpanned. “Last night.”

Baekhyun feigned being taken aback. “W-well, that was last night. I changed my mind. This morning.”

“I hope your mate gives you hell,”Jongin laughed. He turned to Yixing. “Is she pretty?”

Yixing didn’t dare fight the grin spreading across his face. He nodded eagerly. “Yes. Very. Very pretty.”

“So, you gonna tell Junmyeon?” Baekhyun asked.

“Of course. I will tonight. Back at the house.”

“At least we’ll get to see this play out more. I feel like we missed the good stuff with Minseok.”

“It’s not a movie for your entertainment,” Kyungsoo scolded.

Baekhyun simply shrugged, turning his attention back to the food in front of him. He’d gotten his teasing out of the way. Oddly enough, Yixing was feeling a little lighter. He hadn’t kept the secret long at all, but that was what a pack was for. They were there to keep you steady and to lean on when things grew tough. He could go to them for advice – well, some of them. Others were good for a laugh and help ease any weight that was baring him down. Each member had his strength, for which he was grateful. Three additional faces appeared, stopping him for a moment. But then Baekhyun started imitated one of his professors and Yixing was pulled away from the past and back to the present.

However, even as he smiled and laughed along with the others, one thing refused to leave him: Would you be safe? With his current… predicament, he worried about you. If anything were to happen to you – especially because of him – he would never be able to forgive himself.

Silently, he vowed that he would put an end to this rogue wolf – no matter who it was.

Perhaps walking wasn’t the best idea at the moment. It was chillier today; a cold front having moved in from somewhere out west overnight. The jacket you wore was thin, the wind sliding through the threads with more ease than water through a drain. But it seemed silly to take the bus with such a short distance between your apartment and the university campus. Certainly not worth the anxiety it would create.

Yes. It was good to walk. Good to get the exercise. And by the time you make it to the courtyard, you would be used to the cold. For now, you zipped the closure up to your chin and tucked your arms in as close to your chest as possible.

The campus felt like a ghost town when you arrived. Most of the students were taking refuge in the buildings, hiding from the wind between the walls decorated with tutoring flyers and motivational posters. Part of you thought to maybe do the same, to cut through the buildings to get a relief from the depressing weather, but that would take you longer. None of the buildings were straight shots. You could endure it. Or else, you could end up as another frozen statue on the grounds that would occasionally get covered in toilet paper or streamers by pranking students. At least you would actually look like something if that were to happen. Most of the artwork was of the abstract kind.

Not that that was a bad thing. Most of it was quite interesting. But it gave you a headache, turning and twisting your head to look at the statue from a new angle, the picture changing each time. You preferred less complicated, more obvious art. Old portraits or watercolor landscapes were the sections of the art museum you spent the majority of your time in. It didn’t need to be complicated to be art, in your opinion. Every new artist was trying to “say something”, which was fine. It was their art and they were allowed to do with it as they saw fit. You were just the kind of boring person who liked a pretty picture, no added thinking required.

Yes. Boring, indeed.

“(y/n)!”

You stopped walking, confused as to who could be calling your name. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the new boy from your human physiology class – Yixing. He was jogging up to you, cutting through the grass, not caring if the canvas fabric of his Converse ended up soaked. He was huffing only the slightest bit when he came to a stop beside you. The tiny corners of his lips were slightly turned upward. You’d only met him a few days ago. How could he be seemingly elated to see you?

“Hi.”

He wasn’t the least bit discouraged by your steely reception. “Are you on your way to class?” He pointed in the direction of the science building. You nodded. Lying would make you have to take a weird, long way to the classroom and even then, you couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t see you in the hall. Besides, after your first class you would be seeing him again, at the same table. “Can I walk with you?”

Those five little words sent a surge through your brain, frying the motherboard and sending you into disfunction. Why did he want to walk with you? Pound, pound, pound your heart was going in your ears. He was smiling broader now as he waited for your answer. Surely, there were better available options in girls to walk to class.

“Why?”

Your hand nearly snapped up to your forehead. Where! ‘Where is your class’ was the question you were meaning to ask. But your brain was too focused on why he was asking you that the signals got crossed somewhere and the wrong thing came out.

The smile faded. “Oh, um… I just saw you and thought that maybe if we were headed in the same direction….” He cringed, his hand reaching behind his head to scratch nervously at his scalp.

“Sure,” you said without giving yourself a prior warning.

The smile snapped back into place. “Okay. Great.”

Neither of you moved. You were sure that part of the idea of “walking to class together” included actually moving your feet, but you didn’t start heading towards the building. Yixing didn’t budge either. He kept smiling at you.

A sudden burst of icy wind picked up. The gust bit right through your jacket, causing you to shiver somewhat violently. Your teeth were still chattering even as it died down again.

“Are you cold?” Yixing asked worriedly.

“No, I’m fi-”

He ignored you as he slipped his bag off his shoulders and removed his much heavier bomber jacket. He draped the jacket over your shoulders and replaced his bag. Now he was left in only a black T-shirt, but he seemed unaffected by the cold. Not even goosebumps gave away if he was uncomfortable or not. “I hope that’s better.”

You were hit with an overwhelming pine scent. Normally you hated the smell. It reminded you of those old car air fresheners that would hang from the rearview mirror. But this particular type… it was a struggle not to breathe in deeper. You didn’t want to come off as weird.

Or, weirder that you already were.

“Thanks,” you said shyly, unable to meet his eye. “We, um, we should probably start… walking.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

The two of you finally headed for the science building. You each stepped in rhythm with the other, falling into the pattern with such a natural ease that it made you curious. Your nerves were on high alert around him, but not in a way that made you scared of him. Not the “he’s going to kill me” kind of nervous. Just… on edge. You weren’t sure why he was interested in you – whether platonically or something else, you hadn’t figured out yet. You weren’t the typical college student in your experiences. Anxiety over social gatherings tended to limit your outings. Not that you minded. You needed to keep up the good grades to get into the university you wanted and the extra time spent studying helped. Your family was your main social outlet, but you didn’t see anything wrong with that.

The bad thing was, you knew how your family reacted and came to decisions in most cases. That sense of familiarity was lost when it came to other people, so you never were quite sure how to read them.

“What’s your first class?” Yixing asked as the building came into view.

“Organic chemistry,” you replied. Not your best subject, if you had to admit it. Biology was more your strong suit. “What about you?”

Yes. Good counter question. A natural one to ask. Right?

A dusty pink bloomed on his cheeks. “Psychology.”

You frowned. Those classes weren’t held in the science building. Those types of classes were the rest of the therapeutic college – several buildings away. Pointing to the doors that the two of you were now stopped in front of, you said, “Then why-”

“I saw you and wanted to say hi.”

Okay, like stated earlier, you weren’t the best at reading strangers. But you could almost feel your aunt nudging you with her shoulder in her cheeky fashion. And you would have to agree with her, it did feel like there was an air of flirtation underneath the innocent sentence.

“You wanted to say ‘hi’?” you repeated

He scrunched up his shoulders guilty. “Yeah. I thought that – since we’re going to be partners for the rest of the semester – that it wouldn’t hurt to get to know each other?” His eyes flickered down to the cement and then back up at you. “Is that alright?”

That simple movement made your heart flutter. “I guess so.”

Not the exact answer he was hoping for, judging by his reaction. He released his breath through his nose and nodded, his lips puckering a small amount. “Okay. I’ll see you in class.” You weren’t given a chance to respond before he stepped around you and headed off.

Now you were the one who felt guilty.

All through class, you struggled to absorb the material more than usual. You felt like a jerk to someone who was only trying to be nice.

No. Nice wasn’t the right word to use. Polite seemed too small a word as well. His interest in getting to know you seemed genuine, sincere. You were the one quick to pull away. You couldn’t help it. And you had immediately regretted it, wishing you could rewind and try a different response. Yixing made you more nervous that usual, which only overloaded your brain even more.

By the end of class, you’d settled on apologizing. You’d practice the speech over and over again in your mind to make sure that it made sense and conveyed what you were sorry for. And hopefully didn’t create a bigger mess.

Since you were right around the corner, you made it to human physiology early. You took your time taking out your supplies and lined them up on your side of the table. Every few seconds your eyes would flicker to the door in eager anticipation. The students who flowed in were never him. Oh. Goodness. Had you made him so upset that he’d decided to skip class altogether rather than sit next to you?

That fear subsided when you saw him walk into view of the open door. A shorter boy was with him. They were chatting in a friendly manner in the hallway, smiling and laughing occasionally. Yixing didn’t seem to still be upset from your earlier send off.

The shorter one, wearing a backwards cap and t-shirt despite the cold (were males really that immune to dropping temperatures?), glanced into the classroom and made eye contact with you. He whispered something to Yixing, who in turn snuck a peek of his own. He nodded to the shorter boy. The latter nodded as well. He patted Yixing on the shoulder and then left.

Oh, wonderful. Now what had you done?

Your entire speech went diving out the window as Yixing walked into classroom and sat down in his seat.

“Hey,” he greeted, throwing you off even more with a smile.

You lifted your hand and gave a rather pathetic wave. “Hi.”

“Did you have fun in chemistry?” he asked. Everything about his mannerisms reflected his earlier legitimate interest. It was almost as if the parting earlier had only been a bad dream in your head and instead had ended amicably, with no signs of awkwardness.

You were starting to relax. That was another odd thing about Yixing. Though your nervous system was on the fritz, you also felt at ease, almost. Already, you were finding appropriate and - dare you say - charming responses to his inquires and jests. “As much fun as one can with unstable molecules.”

“Better the molecules be unstable rather than the professor.”

You laughed, using your hand to cover the sound and wide mouthed expression that came along with it. Yixing dipped his head to hide a proud grin of his own. The professor walked in at that moment. You scolded yourself for not going through your speech before class had started. Yixing had distracted you. It might feel as needed now, but you still felt the urge to say the words.

And that distraction was continuing on through the period.

He wasn’t doing anything in particular, besides simply existing. Occasionally while taking notes or flipping the pages of the textbook, his elbow would bump into yours. You would mouth “sorry” before dropping your eyes down to the paper. He never looked like he was annoyed or bothered by it. At one point, you wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

Like the last time, Professor Jiang assigned the review questions at the end of the chapter to be completed during the final fifteen minutes. It took you almost that entire time to figure out the answers. You had to keep flipping back through the chapter and skim the passages to find them. You were definitely going to have to make a note to review this later if any of it was going to stick.

“Are you done?” Yixing asked once he saw that your pencil was down.

“Yeah.” Your confidence in your answers wasn’t as high as last time. To your surprise, though, your answers were more or less the same as Yixing’s. Maybe something did get absorbed during the lecture.

Taking your paper, he shuffled it on top of his to show you that he would once again turn it in for you. A pattern was beginning to form, but you didn’t want to read into it too deeply.

Okay. It was now or never. Although, you’d forgotten large chunks of your speech, you were going to go through with it.

“Yixing?” You barely made it above a whisper, but he heard you anyway.

“Hm?”

“I just wanted to say that I was sorry. About earlier. I didn’t mean to make it look like I was trying to be rude or that I wasn’t appreciative of your….” You lost the word you were going to say. The others that you grasped on to made you cringe. Niceness? Politeness? Pity? Thankfully, Yixing didn’t need you to finish.

“It’s alright. I’m not upset. I realize that I might have come on too strongly.”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

“No, I’m sure I did. Next time, if you like walking alone, you can tell me to go away.”

You didn’t like the idea of telling him to go away. You actually kind of liked him walking you to class, now that you’d had time to reflect back on it. The gesture gave you the same vibe that teen romances had given you in high school; a strange fluttering that usually only existed in daydreams.

You weren’t sure how to respond, so you gave a silent reply in the form of a small smile. Yixing took it as a good sign like you meant it to be. Then you remembered the piece of clothing you still had of his. You started to sleep out of the sleeves, but Yixing stopped you.

“Keep it. It’s not going to get any warmer today.”

You could feel your face exploding with heat. What did that mean, exactly? Obviously, you understood the direct context, but was there another meaning behind his kind intention? Whispers erupted behind you before you could really think it through. You peeked over your shoulder to see two girls staring at you as they spoke softly to each other. Their volume was too low for you to make out what they were saying, but their eyes said enough. A few flickers toward Yixing and it was easy to interpret: they were trying to figure out why someone like him was acting this way towards you.

Curious as to what had stolen your attention, Yixing looked back at the girls as well. At their continued whispering, he narrowed his eyes and then shifted his stool closer to you. It felt… protective, almost possessive. Not in a way that made you want to lean away. It was more like he was silently standing up for you. The girls immediately snapped their mouths closed and pulled out their phones. Yixing caught your eye one more time, making you smile. Professor Jiang called time on the period and you found yourself very unwilling to move from that spot. And, it seemed, neither was Yixing.

Yixing ran through the trees with pure giddiness and elation flowing through his fur.

Things couldn’t have gone better this past week and a half. You were opening up to him more, talking to him without long pauses in between and letting him walk you to classes, even if they were in the opposite direction of his own. You hadn’t given him his jacket back, but he took that as a wonderful thing. He wouldn’t have taken it back anyway. There were still things that you were holding onto, things that you hadn’t let slip in your conversations. That hardly deterred him. It would take time. These things didn’t just happen. Eventually you would let him in all the way and he would show you his true self. It was only a matter of-

Yixing stopped. Out of nowhere, his vision had blurred, blackspots covering bits of the forest. He wavered from side to side as he tried to regain his footing. The tree shifted back and forth like a teeter-totter. He pushed himself forward. He needed to get back to the house. But only a few steps and his head exploded with pain. He whimpered and, after a minute or so, he fell to the ground and the blackness took over.

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #yixing x reader #zhang yixing #lay #exo x fem!reader #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #exo college au #exo college!au #exo supernatural au #exo series #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #The Untamed Universe #Healing Touch

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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"WAKASAMA! In celebration of this joyous occasion and to uplift the spirits of all the students--I have also commissioned an artist to capture your awe-inspiring form! It is my lord, tastefully nude! Posed artfully while wearing the crown along with holding the sceptre and orb that represents your position as Heir to the Valley of Thorns!" Sebek puffed his chest up, absolutely pleased with his contribution to the party. "I had it hung in every room throughout the College! Including the dorms!"

Fire Emblem Awakening, Chrom and Frederick C Support except it’s Malleus and Sebek

“We just finished distributing the flyers shortly before your birthday party started, Malleus-sama!” announced a Diasomnia mob student.

The mob proudly held up a copy of the poster in question. Indeed, the illustrated Malleus was every bit as nude as Sebek had said it was, with the naughty bits censored by the angle of his knee as he knelt, a scepter in one hand and an orb in the other. A crown of thorns rested in his hair, and the illustrated Malleus stared intensely at any onlookers.

“Now all of Night Raven College will be able to gaze upon our Young Master’s perfect visage!!” called another, eyes sparkling. “Woe to the fools that spit upon the Young Master’s good name and image!!”

“THAT IS CORRECT!!” Sebek cried. “Those that so much as dare look at the Young Master or his illustration the wrong way... THEY WILL BE SWIFTLY STRUCK DOWN AND PURGED!!”

He raised a fist into the air and shouted, “ALL HAIL LORD MALLEUS!! PURGE THE DISSENTERS!!”

“ALL HAIL LORD MALLEUS!!” The other Diasomnia students joined in the chant. “PURGE THE DISSENTERS!!”

“PURGE THEM!!”

“PURGE, PURGE!!”

“Silence.”

The single word from Malleus’s lips was all it took to immediately still the exhilarated Diasomnia students. Their dorm leader wore a chilling expression devoid of all emotion, save for the fire in his eyes.

“Sebek.”

“Y-Yes!!”

“Mobilize a squadron to remove every last poster by the end of today.”

“E-Eh?! But Malleus-sama... How will we be able to spread word of your magnificence if the posters are removed?”

“Simple.” He held up a hand, a sinister green flame dancing in his palm. “I will allow my actions to speak for myself, rather than pretty images or words.”

Malleus closed his hand, quickly extinguishing the fire. “I understand that your intentions were not with ill intent--however, we must be cautious in territory that does not belong to us. Encroaching on others’ land is a sure way to get wrapped up in a war, and it speaks poorly on our manners.”

“I ask that you not make me repeat my order, Sebek.”

“Yes, Young Master!! Of course, you’re absolutely right!! P-PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”

“Forgiveness granted.” Malleus waved his hand dismissively. “Begone. You may return to the celebration once your task is complete.”

“YESSIR!!”

Sebek and the various mob students he led saluted before tearing off toward the Mirror Chamber.

... Malleus turned away and headed for a corner of the attic. Leaning his forehead against the wall and burying his head in his hands, he let out a long sigh.

How embarrassing.

(Elsewhere, in Night Raven College...

“... Why is there a poster of a nude Malleus in my cannister of lemon tea leaves?”

“DAMN IT, RUGGIE!! Why is that dragon bastard’s face all over my room?!”

“My, I was not aware that Malleus-san wished to advertise in the Mostro Lounge. I had better foot him a bill if he wishes to make his presence known at our business.”

“I finally get one moment to breathe from dealing with Kalim, and then this happens... I can never catch a break.”

“Rook, stop ogling those posters and tear them down. And no, I do not care how enchanted you are with them--they clash terribly with Pomefiore, and that is enough grounds for removal.”

“W-Who stuffed a poster of Malleus-shi in my gaming console...?”

“Dire, you had better punish the Diasomnia pups for this unruly behavior--”)

#Malleus birthday takeover

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sometimesiwritebadly · 4 years

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Doctor Agent Super Genius (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: You’re in a band and you wrote a song about Spencer.

Warnings: Language.

Notes: Not me going from posting nothing for months to posting two fics in one day. Nope, I’d never do that. Also this is kinda a Dumbass!Reader x Spencer, but like not really. That’s how I started it but it didn’t really end like that so whatever. Fluff, as usual. Spencer blushes way more than any normal person.

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist

You and Spencer couldn’t be more different.

Well, that’s not entirely true. You’re the same age, live in the same city. You both like reading and sci-fi. You both listen to a lot of music and love your jobs.

Of course, you can’t agree on any of those things. He reads classic novels in their original languages, and you read cheesy romance books. He likes Star Trek, you like Star Wars. He listens to classical music, and you listen to rock. He’s an FBI agent with multiple doctorates, and you’re a part time bartender/part time lead singer of a not-so-famous band who barely graduated high school. By all accounts, you two shouldn’t work. But somehow, despite all your differences, you’ve been dating for nearly a year now.

Your relationship really couldn’t be stronger; you live together, you’ve met his mother, he’s met your parents- but there was still one line the two of you hadn’t crossed. Meeting his coworkers. You know that he’s told them he’s dating someone, after all, they’re profilers. They could tell he was with someone after your first date. But for some reason, Spencer was still hesitant to introduce them to you. You tried not to let your insecurities cloud your thoughts, but well, how could you not? Was he embarrassed by you? Did he think they’d judge you for your lack of education and career? Would he break up with you if they didn’t approve?

You’d brought up meeting his coworkers on multiple occasions, of course, but he always had a reason to put it off.

“We’re all so busy, we’d probably get called off to a case before they even get to know you.”

“They’re just gonna profile you, Y/N, trust me, you don’t want that.”

“It’s a team bonding thing, I don’t want you to feel left out. Next time?”

So, when you found out the entire BAU was getting a week off after almost non-stop cases for the past two months, you knew this was your chance. You didn’t care if they were going to judge you, or profile you, you wanted to get to know the people closest to Spencer. So, when Spencer came home that night, he was met with you, holding a flyer for your band’s next gig.

~~~

“What’s this?” He asked, taking off his bag and putting it on the ground next to the door. Normally, you’d scold him for that - “There’s a perfectly good hook right there, Spencer.” - but you let it slide this time.

“Band’s doing a gig at the bar on Friday. And you have this week off, which means you get to come!” You handed him the flyer, and planted a kiss on his cheek as he answered.

“Of course, you know I never miss your-”

“And so can the rest of the BAU!” You cut him off with a sweet, and convincing smile on your face.

“Honey…” He started, but you wouldn’t let him talk you out of it this time.

“C’mon Spence! We’ve been together for almost a year now! I want to get to know these people, they’re basically your family! What’s the harm in having them come to the bar?” You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before your next words, “Do you really think they’ll hate me so much?”

“What?” Spencer was shocked you would even suggest that the BAU wouldn’t like you - how could they not love you? “No! They’ll love you!”

“Then why won’t you let me meet them?”

Now it was Spencer’s turn to share his insecurities. “W- I just...you and I are so different,” He started, before you scoffed.

“Yeah, no shit, Spence. Unless you have secret nipple piercings too.” You said sarcastically, enjoying the redness that covered Spencer’s cheeks at the mention of your piercings.

“Anyways...you and I are really different, and they’ll point it out. And make fun of me. And..and probably make you realize that you could do better than nerdy old me.” Spencer let out a breath at his confession, feeling a weight leave his chest that he’d been carrying for months.

“Are you insane? Spence, if anyone can do better it’s you!” Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but you kept talking, “I mean really Spencer, you’re a badass FBI agent! You’re a doctor! You’re a genius! Any girl would kill to have a guy like-” Spencer cut you off with an intense kiss. When he finally pulled away, just for a moment, he spoke quietly.

“So Friday, huh? You really wanna meet them?”

“Yes, you idiot. I really wanna meet them.”

~~~

When Friday came rolling around, you were both extremely excited and nervous. On one hand, you were meeting the BAU, who are practically Spencer’s family, and you knew their opinion of you could make or break your relationship. But, you’d written a song this week that you had yet to show Spencer, and you couldn’t wait for him to hear it at the gig. Again, you were nervous for him and the team to hear the song, but part of being a musician is being vulnerable.

You’d been rehearsing the song with your band all week - they were a little mad that you’d wanted to add a brand new song so last minute, but they all agreed it was good enough that it had to be on the setlist - so you hadn’t gotten to spend as much of Spencer’s week off with him as you’d have liked. Hopefully when he heard the song tonight, he’d forgive you for it.

“Why can’t I go to your sound check again?” He asked you for the fifth time that day, as you were getting ready for your gig. Normally, you’d love to have Spencer at sound check, and he much preferred watching you perform when there wasn’t an obnoxious crowd surrounding him.

“I told you, I have a surprise for you during the show, and if you come to sound check-”

“It’ll be ruined, I know. I was just hoping you’d change your mind.” He pouted, making you almost regret saying no to him. Almost.

“Trust me babe, it’ll be worth it. Go to dinner with the team, and I’ll meet you all at the bar at 8.”

“Are you sure you want to meet them?”

“Yes, genius, I’m sure. 8 o’clock.”

“Okay, 8 o’clock.”

~~~

When you walked onto the small stage with the band, you could immediately spot Spencer and the BAU in the crowd. There was a decent turn out, but Spencer stood out like a sore thumb. At least, he always stood out to you. You gave him a smile and wink, before standing in front of the mic to introduce the band.

The set started like normal, playing the songs Spencer knew by heart (of course, he only needed to hear the songs once to know them by heart, but it still made your heart soar when you saw him singing the lyrics in the crowd). You noticed the other members of the BAU enjoying the songs as well, which settled your nerves greatly. You saw who you could only assume to be Garcia and Morgan dancing provocatively together, the two other women - probably Prentiss and JJ - dancing modestly together, pausing to talk every now and then. You recognized Rossi from the back cover of his books, enjoying the music with a scotch and a slight bobbing of his head to the beat. The last person, from the process of elimination, Hotch, didn’t appear to be enjoying himself at first glance - but you could see a hint of a smile on his face as he lightly swayed to the music.

When you got to the final song in your set, you were looking right at Spencer as you introduced the song. “So, this next song is gonna be the last of the night -” A roar of upset came from the crowd, causing you to laugh as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. “I know, I know, I’m not happy about it either guys. But, it is a brand new song, and the inspiration for it is right here in the room.” The crowd grew in excitement this time, looking around at each other as if they could figure out who the mystery muse was. Spencer already felt a blush growing on his cheeks as he realized what your surprise was going to be. “This song is called Doctor Agent Super Genius!” You said with a large smile on your face, as the guitarist began playing the beginning chords.

Spencer’s blush was even more obvious now, especially since all his coworkers had looked away from the stage and towards him. He only shrugged in response, trying to show that he knew nothing about it. Before any of them could question him, you began to sing.

Most girls go for tall, dark, and handsome

But that’s not how I’d describe you

You’re a little scrawny,

Your hair is kinda funny,

And you’ve got enough brains for two

The music began to build, and you were looking right at Spencer as you sang.

You talk my ear off about random facts

That I don’t give a shit about, but,

I’ll smile and nod

As you go on and on

Cause I want you to take me out

You laughed a little, then began playing your own guitar along with the lead guitarist before the chorus hit.

You see he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, and he knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ just by lookin’ at me

He knows everything about everything

Especially what to do in between the sheets, hey!

As you played your guitar and did your best to interact with the crowd before the next verse hit, Spencer’s blush had hit an all time high. The team, clearly enjoying the suggestive lyrics and the way Spencer had reacted to them, were now all dancing. Well, except Hotch. He was just laughing at Spencer along with the team.

You claim that you don’t have luck with girls

But I don’t see how that’s true

Cause those ladies are insane if they don’t want an agent

Who’s as fucking cute as you

Yeah, you talk my ear off about random facts

That I don’t give a shit about, but

I’ll smile and nod, ask a question or two,

Cause I’m kind of in love with you

Once again, you played guitar as the crowd got ready to sing along, now familiar with the words to the chorus. Spencer wasn’t looking, but Garcia had pulled out her phone to catch his reaction. (She already had plans to play the video at your wedding one day)

You see he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, and he knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ just by lookin’ at me

He knows everything about everything

Especially what to do in between the sheets

Because he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, so he shoulda known better than to be with someone like me

He’ll never forget a single moment of it

I just hope he won’t regret it…

Dear God, please don’t regret it!

Doctor Agent Super Genius,

It’s time to be an idiot and,

Fall in love with me

The lead guitarist had one last moment to shine as the song ended, and the crowd went wild before the band exited the stage.

~~~

It had been 15 minutes since your show had ended, and you finally made your way out of the back. After a change of clothes, and a small pep talk from the drummer in your band, you spotted Spencer and the team at a table in the back. As you made your way over, you caught the eye of Penelope Garcia, who immediately stood up and pulled you into an unexpected hug.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I am so excited to finally meet you!” She said, letting you go for only a brief moment before pulling you into a chair between herself and your boyfriend. He only got to give you a brief hello before Penelope began introducing you to everyone. “This is Derek, Emily, JJ, Rossi, and Hotch. Oh! And I’m Penelope, your new best friend.” You laughed at her excitement, taking it all in stride.

“Hi everyone, I’m Y/N. I hope you liked the show!” At the mention of the show, Spencer’s cheeks, which had only just begun to resemble his normal skin tone, turned red again.

“Oh trust me, Y/L/N, that was the best concert I’ve ever seen.” Derek said, laughing at Spencer’s reaction.

“You did amazing, as always.” Spencer said, glaring at Derek briefly before planting a light kiss on your cheek. This time, it was your turn to have your cheeks heat up.

“Please tell me you guys have a CD or something I can buy, I mean honestly, I’d be listening to your music even if it wasn’t for you dating the super genius.” Emily said, causing your face to light up.

“We don’t have any physical CDs yet, but all of our music is on itunes and spotify! We’re hoping to put together an album soon, once we record Doctor Agent Super Genius and a couple other songs we’ve written recently…” And you were off, talking about your music was always something you could do for hours.

As you got to know the team, and they got to know you, Spencer realized how stupid it had been of him to put this off. Sure, you and Spencer were completely different, but you fit into his life perfectly. He could already tell the team loved you, and knew you’d be a part of all of their lives for years to come.

~~~

When you got home after a long night of talking at the bar, you were surprised to immediately be pulled into a kiss by your boyfriend. When he finally pulled away from you, your could only laugh before you spoke.

“What was that for?”

“Doctor Agent Super Genius.” Was his answer, before he pecked your lips one more time.

“Oh yeah? Did you like the song?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“I loved it. Although, you got something wrong.” You laughed lightly, expecting him to correct some grammar or fact from the song. “Falling in love with you wasn’t stupid. It’s the smartest thing I’ve ever done.” You beamed before kissing him this time, pouring all of your love into it as best you could.

“But you were right about me knowing everything. Especially in between the sheets. Care to let me prove it?” He said once you pulled away.

You happily let him prove his genius all night.

~~~

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