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mintsv · 10 months

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cherry blossom - k. gyuvin (ch 2)

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read chapter 1 here!

pairing ➷ gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : you and gyuvin were in your last years of high school and lived beside each other. at school, he's captain of the basketball team, gyuvin is friendly and easygoing, not to mention he's extremely popular. on the other hand, you're the class president and have been for many years, you very studious, making you not have many friends. nevertheless, your fateful friendship bloomed under the cherry blossoms of april.

genre : romance . fluff . angst . high school au

word count : 3.5 k

warnings : swearing (i think that's it lmk if theres more!)

notes : sorry this took wayy longer than it should, silly fact is i had to write a lot of these on the airplane :) anw this chapter's a lot of angst and the storyline became kinda messy im very sorry i tried my best, i hope it's okay tho and i might make a follow-up fluff chapter if this turns out well!

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'do i like y/n?"

gyuvin thought to himself, suddenly not being able to think of anything else other than that question. gyuvin was very unfamiliar with the terms : 'like', 'crush', or 'love'. the idea of having crushes and a partner had never really piqued his interest so to think of his bestfriend, you, in a romantic way gave him mixed feelings.

ultimately, he remembered his initial task which was to bring you home after the tiring day you went through. shaking his head, he put those thoughts behind him and began rushing to the gym. just as he arrived, he saw your figure with a blonde haired boy sitting on the bleachers happily chatting while sharing two cans of coke, the drink you usually bought for him after every tournament.

unknowingly, gyuvin felt his heart sink into his stomach at the sight. again he couldn't understand what he was feeling, he placed a hand on the left side of his chest, feeling how his heart beat quickened with every sight of you.

'stop overthinking, your heart's beating fast because you just ran here idiot.' gyuvin thought, removing his hand while his feet trudged their way up the bleachers.

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"y/n!" he shouted loud enough for the both of you to hear. your head peeked from the blonde's broad shoulder before bidding him a farewell.

"it was nice talking to you ricky, i hope we can continue this conversation someday." you grin as you wave him goodbye, packing up your things with a small smile plastered on your lips, obviously in a better mood than before thanks to ricky.

you walked to gyuvin, finding him a little odd than usual but you decided not to question it.

"cmon let's go!" you awoke the boy from his trance, his head shook similar to a puppy as he awkwardly swung his arms around your shoulder.

"yeah sorry, let's go home." he apologized before rushing out of the gym, his arm was still around your shoulder and he was practically dragging you by the head considering your evident height difference.

still, you decided not to question why he was suddenly awkward and nervous, usually that was your job but you let it slide this time.

"gyuvin wait!" your eyes caught the view beside you, the sun was still setting over the horizon, faintly illuminating the cherry blossoms as it's petals danced in the wind. you quickly took out the camera you had bought the other day, playing with the settings trying to get the perfect shot. you have always been infatuated by nature and it's doings, things as simple as catching a sunset could lift your mood in seconds.

the brunette knew how much you loved taking photographs, with no other option he stood beside you and waited. unconsciously, his gaze shifted from the view to your figure. starstruck, gyuvin gulped as his eyes traced your features illuminated by the golden haze and somehow he felt the same feeling of his heart speeding up, beating in sync with every glance he takes of you.

"gyuvin isn't it so pretty?" you said, leaning towards the railing of the bridge you were on as the comfortable chilly wind brushed past you.

"yeah, very." but he wasn't looking at the sunset. he mirrored your movements as he leaned to the railing to place himself beside you, afraid you'd be uncomfortable, he finally pryed his eyes away from you to take in the sunset that was equally as beautiful. after a few minutes gone by, you broke the silence as you felt a wave of tiredness wash by you after the long day.

"it's getting dark, lets go home now." you give the boy a thin lipped smile, and he nodded in return.

the night ended with the both of you walking home together in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company even when there were no words to be exchanged, and although you don't realize it, it was one of the things gyuvin was grateful for. your presence always had the ability to heal his social battery after a long day, and all along, you were his serenity. why did it take so long for him to realize?

arriving at your doors, you bid farewell to the boy as he waited for you to go in your apartment first before himself. after confirming you were okay, he laid in bed, sprawled out like a starfish as he stared holes into the ceiling. his mind went back to everything that had happened and unintentionally the boy began to fall asleep with a silly smile glued onto his lips.

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the day after, you open your front door to be met by an unexpected sight.

"hey, ready for school?" the boy spoke with a charming smile, dressed tidyly in his school clothes with his hair neatly styled.

it took you a few seconds to take in his surprising appearance, it was usually the other way around and you'd wait for him in front of his door but the new change didn't upset you, even though it was a little strange.

"yeah.. let's go.." you both began to walk to the bus stop but what surprised you was gyuvin didn't take the initiative to sling his arms around your shoulder or initiate any contact like usual, sure it rather upsets you but you didn't want to seem clingy so you tried to ignore it.

until breaktime, gyuvin continued to act strange towards you. you offered to have lunch together but he refused saying he had plans with his teammates. so there you were, taking your lunch to your classroom and eating unaccompanied. at one point, you remembered the homework you were assigned to check this morning, taking the papers out of your desk compartment and setting your half eaten lunch aside.

you felt the break time become increasingly boring, while everyone was gathering with their friends, you were stuck doing duties as class president and most of all you felt a slight headache occur. just as you were about to put away the papers, a voice called out.

"y/n, there you are." you turn to look at the owner of the voice, although a bit dissapointed you were glad you at least had someone to share the pain with.

"oh hey ricky, what're you doing here?" you respond as the blonde takes a seat beside you, bringing out his lunchbox and putting it on his table. you put away the papers and placed your cold lunch in front of you.

"thought you could use a friend." he gave you a small smile as he began eating the food he brought. in return, you open your lunch and start to eat in the presence of a friend to accompany you.

"by the way, have you been looking for me?" you noticed how ricky was sweaty and panting when arrived so you assumed he must've spent a hefty time looking for you.

"well, actually gyuvin asked our whole b-ball team to have lunch with him, he said it was important and i assumed you were there too, but you weren't so i came looking for you."

"if it's important.. why didn't you stay to listen?" you asked curiously in which ricky replied with a scoff.

"gyuvin just ended up rambling about girls and crushes and all that, it seems like he has a crush on someone but he wouldn't tell us. most of the team ended up leaving anyway, i think only yujin and taerae stayed." your hands stop from taking another bite, feeling your heart sink at the sheer thought.

"what else did he say?" you were hesitant to hear more, but your curiosity took over.

"hmm.. something about it being recent and i think their name is-"

"Y/N!" you flinched from shock, turning around to see gyuvin in front of the classroom door he just barged through.

"speaking of the devil.." ricky whispered to you before saying goodbye, vacating the awkward atmosphere and leaving you alone with gyuvin in the classroom.

after ricky's departure, gyuvin sprinted onto the seat beside you, the one ricky had just sat in.

the silence was so deafening you would hear if a pin dropped. truthfully, you couldn't bear eye contact with him, but you didn't necessarily enjoy the discomfort you were currently in either.

"what're you doing here? i thought you had plans with the team." you say in a voice lower than a whisper, hoping he had heard and you didn't have to repeat yourself.

"oh um, i feel bad for leaving you, anyway i have something to tell you-" you cut him off in between, feeling your heart drop to your stomach from both his words and the fact that you thought he liked someone else.

"you felt bad for me?" anger welled up along with the feeling of your heart wrenching.

"wait no no no that's not what i meant but i need to tell you something!" gyuvin panicked, moving his arms in the air when realization hit him.

"gyuvin i'm perfectly fine, ricky was here anyway so i don't understand why you had to come. i'm not someone who always needs to be taken care of, i'm not that weak gyuvin." you ranted, saying whatever came to your mind impulsively and unintentionally ignoring what the boy was about to say.

"y/n i never said you were weak, what's wrong with being taken care of? can you take some time to see where i'm coming from first?" taking one of your hands in his as he searched your eyes with a pleading look.

"i'm trying to gyuvin, but whenever i do i can't help but think you will see me as a burden, someone that has to be walked to school and back home everyday, someone that has to be accompanied when eating, or sometimes i'm someone that can't even attend your matches and support you." you reply, holding in the tears threatening to fall as you stare deeply into his orbs, in fact you just needed reassurance. that was all you truly wanted from him, 'i don't' two simple words you hoped to hear.

"well i'm just trying to look out for you. maybe if ricky did those things to you, you wouldn't mind." the boy's impatience took over as frustration fueled his body for a split second.

his blunt words did nothing but worsen the ache in your heart. you quickly packed up your things, not having the energy to reply to him anymore.

"you know what, i'm not feeling well, i'm going home early, gunwook will take care of the class. and don't follow me." part of you didn't lie, you felt your head still throbbing from inexplicable pain. but you also had to excuse yourself from seeing gyuvin any longer.

you stood up, getting ready to leave until a hand pulled you back.

"y/n, are you mad?" what a stupid question, you thought. you didn't answer him, harshly letting go of his hold on your wrist before walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind you just in time as the bell rang.

in the classroom, gyuvin sat back down in despair. he ruffled his hair brutally after realizing what he had said, ruining the perfectly styled hair he did at 6 in the morning just for you. in fact, gyuvin was trying to say 3 words : 'i like you' but somehow he had messed everything up. unknowingly he felt a something slide down his left cheek.

'shit why am i crying?' the boy thought to himself, he quickly wiped the tear as he stood up furiously, startling the students who had just came in the classroom. seeing the scene he was creating, he quickly packed his bags, mumbling a few sorrys before heading out of the room to the basketball court.

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you rush out of the classroom and down the stairs with your head down, wiping a few stray tears along the way. suddenly, you were stopped by someones chest blocking the way. you were about to walk around him but he had stopped you once again, holding onto your shoulder as he forced you to look up.

"y/n.. what happened?" the tall blonde asked in a worried tone.

"nothing, i don't feel well so i'm going home." again you tried to walk past him but ultimately you were stuck in his grasp.

"did gyuvin do something? you can tell me." you start squirming in his hold, trying to get out as you felt the pain in your head worsen.

out of the sudden, you felt ricky let go completely as your view was no longer the blonde rather a tuff of brunette hair.

"what do you think you're doing asshole!" gyuvin held the boy from his collar as his back towered over you almost protectively.

"i think i should be the one asking. what did you do?" ricky emphasized on the 'you' and when he felt gyuvin's grip weaken, he pushed the boy off, dusting off his blazer before walking off with a smirk on his face.

gyuvin threw his head back in annoyance, ruffling his already messy hair as he turned around to face your figure.

on the other hand, you were pissed at what he did, it made you feel like you always need to depend on his help once again. your tears have already dried up, leaving your cheeks stained in which gyuvin couldn't help but notice.

"let's go." he took your wrists with a strong grip, practically dragging you whilst you try to pry his fingers off.

"leave me alone gyuvin, i can go by myself and i don't need you!" you yell, although the pain becomes unbearable. seeing your struggle felt like thousands of daggers flying through his chest, automatically he loosened his grip to gently hold your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

"y/n, please don't hurt yourself like this. i'll explain everything once you get home and rest okay? let me take care of you one last time." with his free hand he took ahold of your tear stained cheeks, gazing deeply into your orbs while he felt tears gather in his own.

despite your anger, your heart couldn't help but soften. you have always had a soft spot for the puppy-like boy. when you felt his hand comfortingly rub your cheek, you let out a sniffle.

suddenly you felt your head throb, you stumbled forward to be caught by gyuvin. you shut your eyes from the discomfort as gyuvin quickly read the situation, turning around to lift you onto his back. your arms automatically circle his neck while his latched onto your thighs, slightly rubbing his thumb in a comforting manner.

you rest your head in the crook of his neck defeatedly. gyuvin mumbled some incoherent words you could barely hear before he began speed walking to your apartment.

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arriving at your apartment, you were already worn out and sleeping on the boy's back. just then he had remembered he didn't have your apartment key, he decided to rest you in his own flat. he unlocked his door, closing it behind him before rushing to his bedroom as he placed you on his bed carefully.

"wait here okay? i'm gonna go get your meds" he spoke to your sleeping state as he put his hand on the top of your hair and gently stroked it.

in the kitchen, gyuvin prepared some medicine and cooked up a bowl of porridge taken from a recipe you used to make from him when he was sick. after everything was ready, he took a deep breath before entering his room once again to find you still sound asleep.

he placed the food tray onto his nightstand, pulling up his blanket to cover your body before turning on the small nightlight and closing the curtains to create a comfortable homey atmosphere.

at last, he sat down on the floor beside the bed to be eye level with your sleeping figure. the boy sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear to get a clear view of your face before starting to talk, thinking you were still sound asleep.

"y/n i'm sorry, i really really really am." he sighed, making sure his voice wasn't loud enough to wake you up as he continued,

"i know i'm an asshole for not telling you sooner, hell i messed up so bad i made you cry. what i wanted to say all this time was that.. i like you, a lot." the boy sniffled, holding in his cry so he could finish the sentences he prepared.

"the argument we had today made me realize that i don't deserve your kindness. i don't and have never thought of you as a burden, in fact i wish you'd trouble me more often. y/n i know how hard you try to satisfy other people, you stay up late to arrange events for the class, you agree to revise other people's work even when you haven't done your own, you do every group project alone but after all of that you still try to attend all my matches, make me lunch when i forget, or take care of me when i'm sick, so i just want to do the same for you."

finishing, gyuvin wiped his tears, his eyes traced your features illuminated by his small nightlight. he had always thought you were the most beautiful person in the world though he hadn't had many chances to see you up close. just tonight he had confirmed his feelings, he was completely and utterly in love with you.

"y/n remember to eat the porridge before it gets cold and drink your medicine with warm water, i'm sorry i disturbed your sleep. i'm going now." the boy stood up getting ready to leave but on his second step, he paused deliberately when a hand latched onto his wrist.

"i'm sorry too.." you sat up from the bed, tears gathering in your own eyelids similar to how the boy looked a while ago.

"w-wait no no don't cry again or else i'll start crying too.." in a split second, gyuvin was sat in front of you and holding your cheeks with both of his large hands as he wiped any tears that fell. the feeling of his warm palms on your icy skin made you melt in his touch.

"gyu i'm sorry i didn't listen to you, it's just that before you came, ricky told me something about you having a crush and it made me really upset so i ended up getting mad at you even though you did nothing wrong. i was scared i was bothering you too much because you always go home with me and you never go home with your other friends even though they ask you to. and whenever i get sick you always skip school like you're doing right now and i feel like i'm in the way of you just because we live beside each other." again you rambled continuously in between your sobs and sniffles, your mouth speaking whatever comes up in your head.

"of course not, i never feel troubled doing all those things for you, hell i'd do anything for you. but wait, why did you get mad when ricky told you i had a crush?" gyuvin stared at you doe-eyed as he waited for your reply.

"cause well.. i guess j like you too." feeling embarrassed, you tried to look everywhere except his eyes but the hands holding onto your cheek made it impossible to do so. eventually you locked eyes with him again, failing to escape the inevitable situation.

your faces were inches away from each other with only the small nightlight and the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains to illuminate the cold room.

after a while of gyuvin processing your words, a silly grin crept onto his lips before enveloping you in a bear-like hug. his arms circle entirely around your torso while his head snuggled into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the fabric of his hoodie as you both share a comfortable hug.

breaking the hug, gyuvin looked at you when he suddenly remembered what he was originally here for.

"wait, your porridge is already cold now and the water too and you haven't drank your medicine-" you cut him off by a short kiss.

"shut up." you chuckled when gyuvin actually stopped talking, staring at you wide-eyed with his lips parted.

"what? do you want another kiss?"

"is asking really necessary?"

you didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, but you leaned in slightly lifting yourself up to meet his lips again. this time, gyuvin responded to the kiss as he held your cheek, guiding you while it only lasted a few seconds both of you pulled away with faces redder than tomatoes.

"so does this mean we're a thing now?" gyuvin asked, holding both of your hands and swinging them like a kid would.

"yeah, whatever.."

"we're in such a serious situation and you're still saying whatever?"

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it seemed like your headache slowly seeped away the longer you spent time with the brunette. eventually gyuvin forced you to eat the porridge he made although it was a little on the salty side and you ended up staying over at his place, ending the eventful day by watching a horror movie with your boy-friend.

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manias-wordcount · 2 months

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GRGRGLEGLEF i hope ur taking requests at this time because I cannot find a “reqs closed” sign anywhere

can i request Yosuke Hanamura or Yusuke Kitagawa w a male S/O who likes photography??? And maybe one day they ask them to model in one of his photos?? thank u!!! (Headcanons :P)

again very sorry if your reqs were closed D:

S/o who likes Photography HCs (Yosuke Hanamura, Yusuke Kitagawa)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Yosuke Hanamura

When you said you were into photography, Yosuke thought it was going to be one of two things

“Boring” nature shots of Inaba OR cool, epic action shots (*cough* of him *cough*)

So imagine his surprise when you ask him to model for your photos

And imagine his surprise becoming even bigger and MORE dramatic when you tell him you don’t want action shots of him splashing in the take or riding a scooter- you want to take portraits of him

Begrudgingly, he’ll accept (because he loves you too much hehe) but he’s going to be awkward about it the whole time

You’ll probably take him around beautiful sights around Inaba like the shrine or the Flood Plains around sunset and have to coach him through all these different positions and poses

You’ll probably have to tell him a thousand times to “smile normally” and “stop looking miserable” because he’s starting to get bored just “standing around and looking pretty for you”

But once you show him the final product, don’t worry- he’ll be amazed at your skill and just amazed at how good you made him look

Sure, he may grumble a bit about how you took hours dragging him around only to end up with less than 10 photos that you’re satisfied with but he does thank you profoundly

You made him feel beautiful and loved when you showed him just how good your favorites looked (in the most, manly way he swears)

Yusuke Kitagawa

Yusuke is a guy who GETS it (kinda)

Since the man is (primarily? completely?) a painter and you’re medium of choice is photography, there are definitely some rules and ways of going about finding and showcasing a subject that differs between the two of you

But an artist can absolutely appreciate another artist’s work, even if you both engage in different forms of art so expect this guy to 100% be your biggest hype man

Y’all probably go back and forth with trying to spark inspiration for each other when one of you is stuck in a slump

Either way, Yusuke is not only honored- he’s thrilled to pieces when you ask him to be your model one day

Though he’s a bit difficult to work with at first

He has his own eye for aesthetics and naturally prefers to do his own poses and expressions (while maybe even directing how you should frame him in the photograph)

But once he cools his jets and lets you do your thing, everything works out

He’s more than happy with seeing your final product and he’s really able to understand your vision once he sees it come alive in the printed photographs

Might even make him so happy that he’ll make a completely abstract painting of his emotions in that moment and even name it after you haha <3

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miliwritesnow · 11 months

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Am I the only person who thinks that Bakugou would have a weird taste when it comes to beauty? Like none of that love at first sight type deal, and more like love at first fight? I feel like it makes sense for actions to be what attracts Bakugo. Not a pretty face, or whatever constitutes as kind or nice behavior. Rather than explaining it, I thought I'd write an example instead.

Bakugou Defines Beauty (His POV)

Bakugou knew the exact moment he began to like her.

He had no concept of beauty in this world. In fact, it was something he never considered in anything. Things weren't pretty or beautiful. Not paintings, not flowers, not those stupid sunsets, and there's no way he thought of any woman as pretty or beautiful. He didn't have a preference for anything in that sort, which was probably why he thought he'd stay alone for the rest of his life.

And that was fine to him. He didn't mind being alone, if anything, he welcomed it.

But on a particularly dark night, on a particularly busy day at work, Bakugou witnessed it.

Effortless movement, as though her entire body danced the fight a million times, as though each action engraved itself deeply, down to her very bones. Every movement was calculated and precise, with nothing unnecessary in the way she swung and shifted her weapons. There were no flashy tricks, no special gimmicks nor deceptive tactics. She fought in a way that was straightforward and genuine, as though her quirk was only an accessory to her embodied, natural strength. She lived and breathed battle as though it was air.

And it couldn't be just that. She had a way of bringing about an unjustifiable slight annoyance in every fight he fought with her. Her every move was a challenge. A challenge to keep up, a challenge for the enemy to strike if they dared. She kept her enemies close but kept him even closer to her side—so close that you would think she'd get in the way with how damn close she positioned herself.

But that wasn't the case. She was watching. She predicted every swing of his arm, every fucking explosion, every kick, and long-distance shot as though he were one of her enemies. She moved out of the way exactly at the right moment without having to hear any warnings from my mouth. She never feared the enemy, never feared being in the same vicinity as his blasts, and she sure as hell never feared the possibility of getting hurt at all. It was like she knew in that pretty little head of hers that she was just that damn good at what she did.

But what really did him in was that damn face. A natural composure that shrouded dangerous bright orbs. Because she was so damn close, Bakugou had a clear view of the way her hair clouded over her face and the way it swept away in brief moments to reveal small portions of a deadly calm expression. The moment he looked into those eyes, time froze, and his heart stopped along with it.

Bright orbs that reflected the serenity and calmness of a full moon, and yet shone with the fiery tenacity of a burning sun. She wasn’t holding back. It was an expression that boldly announced that she would do anything in her power to win against the foe before her.

Bakugou didn't pride himself for his knowledge of beauty or anything of the sort.

But what he witnessed that day was undoubtedly the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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the price of power - 01

pairing: mob boss!sebastian stan x wife!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of organised crime and violence

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Y/N had convinced herself as a young girl not to believe in happy endings, or to believe in them in normal circumstances. At least, not the whole story of the prince coming in saving the damsel in distress and galloping into the sunset. Yet, despite all odds, she found herself happily in love, living in the city of love with who she swore was the best baby someone could have. Life pretty much had developed into a fairytale for her, things were good and even if she thought for a long time, she couldn’t figure out anything she wanted. However, no one told her on her wedding night how to actually be what she had signed up to be.

- Hey, you gonna serve or you afraid to lose? - her half-brother called out to her, his racket in hand.

- You talk too much, Dan! - she rolled her eyes, throwing up the ball in the air before hitting it with the racket.

She’d taken up tennis as a suggestion from her husband, well, kind-of. Things over the past year had been complicated, going back to normal and adjusting to a life she’d spent her whole life witnessing from the side-lines wasn’t something easy. Gwen had the training, Gwen knew how a wife of a mob boss should behave, knew how an heiress should behave, what to wear, where to go, how to seek and how to protect herself. Y/N did not. Sure, she’d watched it happen, she’d heard about it and god knows she’d heard Gwen complain about it but now it was her life. All of the danger and the moral and ethical code was now something she suddenly had to master while Gwen jet set around the globe. On top of all that, she had her son and learning to become a mum was something new to her as all. Sebastian did what he could, he guided her through all he could but even he had to admit that some things were just, well, some things were just instilled in you. He’d always tell her that he was raised for the job, it comes naturally to him. Funny how she used to consider that a disadvantage.

Tennis had just been a way for her to find a normal hobby to do, away from the house. She’d usually bring Nate in his baby carrier and play against one of the ladies in the country club or one of the trainers, but today her brother had decided to visit. He’d told her it was to see his nephew and his sister, but Y/N knew better to believe those were the sole reasons. She did know one thing and that was Dan. She knew he was here because he cared but she knew he was also here at the hand of their father.

- So, how’s your husband? - and there it was, her suspicions confirmed. It always started like this, like a carefully crafted dance where he attempted to bring up Sebastian as smoothly as possible.

- Good. - she replied with a shrug, hitting the ball with the racket once more.

- How so?

- If you want to ask about the job, ask about the job, Dan. Although, you’d be better off asking him than me.

- You know how cagey your husband can get. He’d soon tell me his blood type than anything about the business.

- Maybe dad should ask him. - she smiled sarcastically. - After all, it is dad who wants to know, isn’t it?

- Can you blame him for worrying about his kid? - he shot back. - The man finally gets to tell you you’re his kid and you get married, knocked up and move to Paris? At least let him worry.

- He’s not worried, he just doesn’t like him.

- He is worried and it’s not like Sebastian makes it any easier. You’d think he’d be more open to actually sharing considering you’re his wife and one day you’re gonna fill his shoes.

- One very distant day.

- All I’m saying is, it wouldn’t hurt for him to share with dad what he’s doing every once in a while. Or share it with you.

- You know ... - she put her racket down. - Next time you say you wanna see your nephew, you might wanna talk about him a lot more before moving onto Sebastian.

She looked over to the corner of the caged tennis court where she had laid the baby comforter. Nate liked being in the sun, he enjoyed the sounds of the balls hitting the rackets and the grass and would usually doze off after one or two matches. These days he was the one who brought her some sense of normalcy, the sense of having a family which matched the one in 80s sitcoms and parenting books.

- You do have an adorable kid. - he sighed. - Can hardly believe half of it came from your husband.

- Maybe our family just has really strong adorable genes.

- I think that’s just you, sis. You know I’ll go bald just like dad in a few years. That if your husband doesn’t speed up the process.

- Sometimes I think you two just like bickering.

- Well, sometimes, I think you just like watching us bicker.

- It ... - the words died in her throat as she noticed a series of black cars pull up. Odd.

Dan had the same thought, crossing over to her side of the court and following her to the corner where Nate was. She recognised those cars, they belonged to Sebastian and as that thought dawned on her, her heart seemed to stop beating and that buzz which accompanied her frequent anxiety attacks settled in her ears. Men who she equally recognised moved down and towards the court with neutral faces and she hadn’t noticed she had started moving away from them until her back hit her brother’s chest.

- Mrs Stan we need to go. - the first one on the court spoke but it didn’t register on her. All her brain could compute about was Sebastian. Was he okay? Why were all these men here? - We need to go.

- What’s going on? - Dan spoke up, his arm wrapped protectively around her sister.

- We need to go, it’s not safe.

She wasn’t sure when or how she’d gotten in the car and hadn’t completely come to her senses until it sped up down the road. She looked inside the baby carrier, unbuckling her son from the little chair and bringing him instinctively against her chest before turning to Dan. He didn’t know what to do or how to react, instead he just smiled at her, attempting to calm down his sister but that didn’t appear to work. Her hold tightened against her son, her fingers twiddling with the fabric of his onesie as they brought her back to her house. She didn’t want the door to open, she didn’t want to see what awaited her, she couldn’t ... she didn’t want to see it if it was bad and like a bad joke, her mind could only replay him shot on the ground. She couldn’t ... no, he couldn’t. They would’ve told her, right? They would’ve told her.

One of the men opened the door for her and she struggled to step in, only doing so when her brother held her hand. Inside, the home looked exactly like she’d left it and as she turned her head towards the living room, she spotted her husband on the phone, walking in circles. Her breathe returned to her in a wave, her heart rate decreasing as she attempted not to cry out of relief that he was ok. He turned his head to meet her, dropping his phone to the ground and rushing to his wife.

- Are you alright? - he cupped her face, inspecting it for anything different than the one he’d woken up to this morning. - You’re okay. You’re okay. Nate ok?

She wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her or if he was reassuring himself.

- What’s going on? - Dan crossed his arms. - Just sent your whole army of gorillas to get us and they don’t even say a fucking word?

- None of your fuckin’ business, Daniel.

- Seb. - she whispered, holding his hand. - It’s fine, we’re fine. What’s wrong?

- It’s your dad, angel.

She should’ve known good thing don’t last for very long.

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mandomaterial · 1 year

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Mawey Txampay

Pairing: Tonowari x Reef!Na’vi!Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: none really, loneliness, finding someone unconscious, lil bit of fluff

Notes: i actually wanted to make this a rlly rlly long one-shot but i just LOVE the idea of Tonowari teaching us the way of the water and falling in love with us! What do you think? I’m thinking of putting some angst in a few chapters… cus drama and stuff… please leave a comment :P pics not mine, credit to the owner!

Alone was all you were. You knew how to take care of yourself and you were fine with it. Living a peaceful life on an island with no one but yourself. You weren’t always alone though. Remembering the time you spent with other Na’vi always brought a warm flutter to your heart, but that was a very long time ago. You don’t know how you ended up on this desert island where nothing but the sea surrounded you or how to ever return to where you came from and to be honest, it didn’t bother you anymore.

Having grown up on the island has toughened you up and given you lots of time to be with yourself. Being this close to nothing but nature brought you closer to Eywa as well and with every passing day you felt closer. You were pretty happy with your life although you had no one to share it with. Spending your time working on the cove you called home could only keep you busy for so long until you decided to go for a swim.

You walked along the little path that led you to the shore where you walked closer to the seam of water and land. Always liking the feeling of the sand crumbling underneath your toes when you walked along the beach you looked out to the horizon and admired the sunset. This day wasn’t special, it was just the same as the previous ones. Nothing ever changed and it was starting to make you feel down. Being young and having nothing to do was truly one of the worst things.

Suddenly feeling a little wave splash against your feet took your attention away from your thoughts and back to the water. Sighing you took a couple of steps until the water reached your hips and you could feel a gentle current pulling you deeper. You followed the current until you reached your favorite spot on the island. It was a small stone platform where you often spent your evenings just looking around in silence. You never felt the need to talk out loud so you never did. But you craved change in your life.

Just then you felt something shift in the atmosphere. Something had happened and you wanted to find out what. Curiously looking around you felt the urge to swim further out to sea. You’d never gone further than the rock, after almost drowning once as a child while looking for a way off the island, but today you just had to. Starting to swim you felt the current shift and push you further. Maybe this was Eywa telling you that something was out there.

And truth be told, you saw a mysterious shape floating far away. Of course, you decided to investigate. So you dove down into the water to gain some speed. You flicked your tail behind you and only returned to the surface for air. After a while of swimming you started to wonder what it was that was floating there. It didn’t look like anything you were familiar with but as you got closer and closer it started to look like a person. Intrigued and worried you quickly swam closer with a new burst of energy.

Once you reached the figure it turned out to be a male Na’vi. He looked similar to you and that was all you knew. He wasn’t moving so you quickly pressed your ear to his chest to check if he was breathing. And thank Eywa that he was. You felt the steady beat of his heart and decided that you would drag him back to shore. You flipped on your back and floated under him. You gently gripped his chin, tilted it up so that his head would stay over water, and started your journey back to shore.

It took quite a while until you got to your little rock for a quick rest. You held his upper body on your lap and admired him. He was still breathing steadily and you couldn’t help but want to touch him. Not thinking about it too much you reached out and stroked the side of his right arm. Your fingers traced the thin black lines that were engraved on his skin, not knowing what they were. Just now the whole situation became real to you. You rescued a stranger and you were way too comfortable with him already. Maybe it's because you’d been alone for so long but your face flushed and you continued swimming back to shore with him in tow.

Your toes touched the shallow sand and as you started getting out of the water you changed your grip on the mysterious boy and dragged him out by the shoulders. You laid him down on the sand and sat down next to him. He didn’t move and neither did you. But now that the two of you were out of the water, you could take a closer look at him. His hair was braided and tied in half up half down style with a bun at the back of his head and the rest open and sprawled around his neck. Continuing down, his shoulders were broad and connected to a strong pair of arms that lay motionless next to his chest. He looked as if he were sleeping just a tad too peacefully so you reached out and placed your hand against his chest to feel for a heartbeat. Once again you felt the strong beat of his heart and pulled your hand away quickly as if you had done something forbidden. You looked over him once more and he seemed to be pretty close to your age. He wasn’t a child but he also didn’t look that grown up but you weren’t sure.

It started to get dark so you decided to get up and bring him to your little cove for the night. Standing behind him, you tried picking him up but quickly noticed that it was impossible without the help of the ocean. Feeling stumped you thought about what you could do. You can’t leave him here, can you? What would happen if he woke up? Should you just get some supplies to spend the night here? That was the best idea you could come up with right now so you jogged to the cove where you looked around for the things you needed. You picked up the mat that you weaved after lots of trial and error, a few fruits that you had picked earlier, and the spear that you had carved. With all your stuff you ran back to the boy and set up camp a few feet away from him. Laying on the mat, facing him, you watched him for a while until you fell asleep under the stars.

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The sun shone brightly and you started to stir awake with the sounds of the ocean waking you up. You rolled around a bit until you suddenly remembered the events of the past day and sat up quickly looking for the boy. And there he was, still motionless, laying next to you.

The sun was already high up in the sky so you decided to gather some food for when he woke up.

Getting up and walking to the edge of the forest with your basket in hand, you were thinking about the boy. Why was he here? How did he get here? Did he know the way back? You decided that it would be pointless to start thing about stuff you would eventually get answers to and continued looking for ripe fruit that you could pick.

After a while, you determined that you had picked enough and rushed back to the beach. As you walked over to the spot where you had left him, confusion struck your face; the boy was nowhere to be seen. Where could he be? Had he left without you? Were you all alone again? You dropped the basket with a little too much force, the food spilling out of it; you were upset. Clenching your fists, you stomped around the indentation in the sand; kicking sand over it as if that would make everything disappear.

You faced the ocean, trying to calm down, when you suddenly felt something slam into you from behind, a force that knocked the wind from your lungs and sent you tumbling to the ground. The sand scraped against your skin as you hit the ground hard, your head ringing from the impact. She tried standing up gain but something heavy pressed against her. Maybe you could wiggle out from underneath? You tried that but suddenly felt something sharp against your neck. “Don’t move” you heard; your eyes widened in shock. Was this the boy that you saved? Why was he hurting you? You saved him! So you spoke your mind “Hey! Get off me!” You were met with silence and the knife inching closer. This sent a pang of fear through you “…please don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything!” you tried.

“Where are we? Why did you take me here?” was your reply. Why would he ask that? You didn’t know that. “I don’t know! And I didn’t ‘take you here’. You were floating in the ocean! I rescued you!” This seemed to stun him long enough for you to turn around under him. He quickly put more of his weight on you and pressed the knife close to our throat again, in silence. You recognized the boy, staring into his teal-blue eyes, admiring the sparkles in them. He seemed to look you over too, his eyes moving up and down quickly.

For a few moments of observing he sat up on his knees and shuffled off you, plopping down next to you. “Do you live alone here?” he asked, while you were brushing the sand off your arms “Yes, I live alone here… not by choice though” you saw the confusion hit his face and cracked a smile. “What? Why didn’t you leave?” “You really think I haven’t tried that?” you giggled “I swam for hours just to save you”

The boy didn’t respond; why didn’t you use an ilu to swim that far out? “Why didn’t you ride an ilu?” This time, your face was struck with confusion “A what?” “You don’t know what an ilu is?” “Obviously” you rolled your eyes. The boy suddenly had a sympathetic look on his face “Well, ilu are animals that live in the ocean. My people-“ “Your people?” “Uh, yes, I live with a lot of people in a village named Awa'atlu.” You looked at each other and he felt his heart beat faster as he saw your eyes fill with wonder, curiosity, and hope. He averted your gaze, his face flushing a tiny bit. “By the way, my name is Tonowari…” he muttered. You gave him your name as well and asked how he had ended up in the open sea.

“The last thing I remember is bonding with a tsurak and trying to ride it.” Before you even had the chance to ask, he already explained what it was; a large, powerful flying fish, that could breathe underwater and above. “I was trying to bond with it for my Iknimaya, that’s like a test you have to pass to be considered an adult and hunter in my clan.” So you’re a hunter?” He chuckled at your curiosity “Not exactly- I have to bond with it and be able to ride it, and I ended up here” he laughed. That made you giggle and you figured that he wasn’t so bad after all, he was actually quite charming.

“What’s it like in your village?” You asked with a sad tone in your voice. Tonowari’s eyes were fixed on the horizon “It’s beautiful; peaceful. You can spend your day however you like- after completing chores of course. My favorite thing to do is riding ilu with my friends outside the reef.” he smiled, remembering his adventures fondly.

“Will you go back?” “Of course, I have to go back. Besides, my father probably already sent out someone to look for me. He overreacts easily” he chuckled. You wanted to ask if you could come with him, but the fear of rejection kept the words in your mouth, so you just nodded.

Tonowari stood up and walked closer to the seam of land and sea. “Have you tried leaving with a boat?” He turned back to look at you, offering you a smile. You shook your head gently, choosing not to meet his eyes.

“Then we should get started”

#avatar 2 #avatar fic #avatar tonowari #avatar: the way of water #tonowari x you #tonowari #atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow tonowari #atwow x you #avatar #fanfiction #tonowari imagine #tonowari x reader

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animehouse-moe · 7 months

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Spy x Family Season 2 Episode 2: Damian's Research Field Trip

The two chapters this episode adapts are ones that remain as standouts to me, each for different reasons. They're very rare, and very fun and impactful, and the team behind this episode has done a great job with adapting them so I have plenty to talk about!

As is the case for Spy x Family on the regular, Bond's chapter goes into great detail with what is only a few panels. What was originally a montage of Bond avoiding his dinner like the plague turns into far more of a story than it originally was.

Within the improvements there's also a few fun ideas that appear from Bond's imagination, like cutout Loid.

And the art for the sunset/rooftop Bond scene was very pretty/fun.

The majority of the legwork comes from Loid's infiltration mission though, where they bring some really creative ideas. I loved this top down tracking sequence, and they do a good job of working it in as they make use of distance and space somewhat consistently in Bond's runaway sequence.

Similarly, they use this sequence to prep viewers with the use of first person perspective via a cool shot of Loid following Bond through the compound.

I think the only thing I can really say I'm "disappointed" in is the masked Bond reveal. In the manga it has a more intense feel than what the anime brings, but it's definitely still fun.

It really is interesting though to see where they sneak in the good animation and choreography. If you blink, you'll have easily missed this solid cut of Loid that followed up the previous image.

And then there's the bond kick. Loved this moment in the manga, and it's even funnier in the anime with the expression of the scientist.

But truthfully, I don't think this part of the episode holds a candle to what follows with Damian. I loved this chapter so so much in the manga for what it does about the expectations of children and how they can weigh on them and stop them from being kids, and the team understood that message completely.

Right away, they start with the entire idea that surrounds Damian. Not so much "I'm better than you" but "I must be better than you". And what better a way to do that than to (like the manga) place the children that are able to be children and have fun beneath Damian.

And then there's this piece, of Damian spacing spacing out. It might not seem important at the moment it appears at, but it plays so much into the point of this chapter about Damian being a kid. The sheet tied around his neck like a cap and the vacant stare up into the sky show that he's idly daydreaming, as a kid should. I'll come back to this point later.

Anyways, the rapids appear, and while there might be some wonky stuff, I also think there's a lot of fun and well done pieces with it. Like Mr. Green's perspective of the kids while they're in the Canoe.

I'll skip over the middle part because there's not a whole lot to talk about, but I love the dedication to showing the kids enjoy themselves here. Having the insert song and sort of playing with the style of the animation and even art to a degree creates such a palpable sense of fun and innocent excitement. A lot of the scenes also just look plain pretty.

Onto the important stuff, and man is there so much. I love this part so much for what it does in regards to fostering creativity and imagination in children through education.

Here, Mr. Green's talking about the wonders of nature and how enjoyable they are, looking up through the trees at the night sky, striking a pose somewhat similar to the one I mentioned Damian was in earlier.

But what's more important is what comes next: Damian's POV. What a stunning choice for the anime to make with having him look down.

There's two pieces to this exchange, and both are really valuable.

The first is how Damian's unable to daydream due to the stress and pressure he feels from his father in regards to becoming a Stella scholar. The kid only knows of school, and results are all that matters to his father, because of that, in moments like this one Damian's unable to daydream or soak up what's around him like Mr. Green.

On the flip side though, what we see in front of him is not an empty pair of hands, but one holding the fish that he caught and cooked. It provides a sense of disparity between Damian's inability to be free of school, but his desire to do so. He caught that fish with his friends, it's a symbol of the happiness he experience during those moments, and holding it with his own hands is his reminder of that. But it's at odds with his greater worldview.

It's such an incredible direction to take with the scene, and it speaks so loudly about the struggles that Damian experiences.

But Mr. Green, and the episode remedy that in wonderful fashion.

The first time we get to see what Damian's looking up at is when he's with his friends.

It makes me want to cry it's so damn cute and valuable. Damian's looking up at the stars with his friends. The stars that he initially equated to stella stars, before his friends interjected with their opinions on them. Simple opinions that compare the stars to sugar, or just how big the universe is.

It's so valuable because it's taking from the moment of happiness that Damian experienced with the fish, and expanding it to include the world around him. It's just so, so important because of that. It takes his daydreaming, upward stare in isolation as he remains lost in his mind about school, and replaced it with pure happiness and wonder at spending a night under the stars with his friend. Just such an important message that's delivered in absolutely wonderful fashion.

And shoutout Mr. Green for supporting the dreams of these kids and encouraging them. Offering all the right words he neither pressures the kids into a future, or lets them get away with a being half-hearted about their desire. It's just so wonderful to see both him and Mr. Henderson see the how these children have struggled with schooling as of late, and to then try and help them unwind and appreciate the wider world that exists around them.

An incredible and important chapter in the manga, and one that sees equal importance and value in the anime. These first episodes of the second season have absolutely been standouts so I'm incredibly excited to see what they bring next.

#spy x family #spy family #anime and manga #anime #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger #anime reccs #anime recommendation #anime review #spy family anime #spy x family anime #forger family

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Supernatural Masterpost

Main Masterpost

one shots

A Brother Like No Other (Sam x Dean) - Sam sometimes forgets that he’s not the older brother.

Toast (Sam x Dean x Castiel) - Castiel makes toast for the first time.

My Humans (Sam x Dean x Castiel) - Dean sticks post-it notes to his brother’s back, and Cas is one confused angel.

Louder Than Thunder (John x reader) - John helps you overcome your fear of thunder.

Sunset (John x reader) - You and John have a picnic and watch the sun set.

Tears (John x reader) - You talk to your dad before he leaves to go on a hunt.

A Father’s Love (John x reader) - “No man in this world can love a girl more than her father.” You learn this after having a pretty horrible argument with Dean.

Ladybird (Gabriel x reader) - Gabriel. A brother, a protector, a survivor. And most importantly, your best friend.

Into Battle (Gabriel x reader) - You’re about to enter the biggest battle you’ll ever face. A snowball fight.

A Light in the Dark (Dean x Crowley x reader) - Part of being an older brother means chasing away the nightmares. That’s what Sam and Dean’s been doing since you were a little girl. Now, it’s Crowley’s turn.

All That Matters (Sam x Dean x reader) - You lose against Dean in a wrestling match. What could get worse than that?

Get Some Sleep (Castiel x reader) - When you refuse to go to sleep, it takes a certain angel to remind you who’s the boss.

To Annoy an Angel (Castiel x reader) - There’s no better way to pass the time than annoying Cas. Cas, on the other hand, has a different opinion on the matter.

Fade Into You (Castiel x reader) - Sometimes, you just need a hug, and Cas is all too happy to oblige.

Bring Him Back (Gabriel x reader) - Gabe was here, but he wasn’t… here. Not your Gabe, anyway. But don’t worry, you’d bring him back.

Hey Brother (Dean x reader) - You were meant to be home six hours ago. Dean’s not happy. At all. Or: Even when you’re alone, your brother is always there.

Living (Sam x Dean x Castiel x reader) - Cas walks in on you and Dean sliding along the hallway in socks. It’s all fun and games until someone breaks their ankle.

Nobody Knew (Lucifer x reader) - People forget that the Devil was once an Angel.

Gimme a Kiss (Crowley x reader) - Crowley wants a good night kiss, and he’s not letting you leave without one.

I’ve Got You (Crowley x reader) - You’re injured, and the first person you go to is Crowley.

About a Dog (Sam x Dean x Castiel x reader) - Even dead, Gabriel still finds ways to make you happy.

Learning to Love (Sam x Dean x Castiel x Jack x reader) - A nephilim asks an angel for dating advice. What could go wrong?

Archangels and Austerity (Gabriel x reader) - After Jack asks you out on a date, Gabriel turns up… and he’s not happy.

Toro (Dean x reader) - He looked like a bull about to charge. And what do you do when you’re faced with a bull? You run.

A Memory (John x reader) - Jack has disappeared, you haven’t heard from Cas in a while, and you’re starting to miss how things used to be.

Taken (Sam x Dean x Castiel x Jack x reader) - The blood of a virgin is needed in many a spell, and Sam and Dean have become accustomed to turning to you. However, after one particular night, they’re about to find out they’re going to have to turn to someone else from now on. And it can’t be Jack.

Real (Dean x reader) - While Michael’s possessing Dean, he says things to you that make you think.

Soldier (Gabriel x reader) - Gabriel finds out you’ve been keeping something from him, and he’s not impressed.

Locked In (Sam x Dean x Castiel x reader) - Jack’s locked in the box, and you’re only just finding out.

A Little Unsteady (Jared Padalecki x reader) - You have to get a cavity filled, and it’s your first one. Naturally, you’re quite nervous, and who better to help calm those nerves than Jared Padalecki?

drabbles

John x reader (“I was just worried.”)

John x reader (“You can’t give up something you haven’t even started.”)

John x reader (“Remind me never to play this damn game with you again!”)

Dean x John x reader (“Are you really reading right now?”)

John x OC (“I shouldn’t have to tell you how dangerous that was!”)

John x OC (“You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”)

Gabriel x reader (“I don’t care when you go to bed, but do you have to wake me up in the middle of the night with your loud music?”)

Chuck x reader (“You forgot to say the Magic Words.”)

Sam x Dean x reader (“What are you running from?”)

Dean x reader (“Give them back.”)

Chuck x reader (“Don’t make me come get you.”)

Sam x reader (“You don’t scare me.”)

Gabriel x reader (“Move over!”)

Dean x Ben x reader (“Seriously, have you seen how old he’s gotten?”)

Castiel x reader (“That’s against the rules.”)

Crowley x reader (“When am I going to join your little game? Hm. Never.”)

Bobby x reader (“Could you stop throwin’ that damn ball against the house?”)

Gabriel x Chuck x reader (“Wanna build a tree fort?”)

Dean x reader (“Sorry, I can’t help you.”)

Dean x reader (“How long will this take?”)

Castiel x reader (“Oh? You want me to tickle you that bad?”)

Gabriel x Chuck x reader (“Now, let me watch the freaking movie in peace!”)

Dean x Sam (“You’re okay, Sammy.”)

Dean x reader (“I love you.”)

Dean x reader (”Don’t tell Sam?”)

#supernatural #masterpost #supernatural masterpost

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pastel-peach-writes · 9 months

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BAELOYYY YASSS!!! Would you be down to write some fluff👀 like aloy and fem!reader stumble upon a pretty lake or something and they're just messing around and maybe the reader get hit with a wave of mischief and pushes her in? Or!! Aloy teaches her how to override a little watcher to have a cute little buddy to keep them company and angjkwkw (can you tell that when i played the game i kept wishing that i could pet the watchers after i befriended them? lol) Thank youuu you're the best!! XD

Hiii! I'm so sorry I'm writing this late. I'm going to do both, but I'm really interested in a mischievous reader so i will do the first one. enjoy!

Cool Off | Aloy x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: It was supposed to be a relaxed day. After training for the Proving, you and Aloy decided it would be nice to have lunch by a secluded lake. Aloy isn't too fond of what follows.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Use Of Y/n, Pre-Game One Discovery, Cursing

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

The sun during high noon was nothing compared to the afternoon sun in the Sacred Lands. Though the sun wasn't exactly overhead, the closer it got to its sunset position, the brighter the sun shined. Its beams and rays on your skin made sweat beads appear on your forehead and roll down your face.

"Come on," Aloy's voice snapped you out of your misery. All you could hear was her items cling and clang against each other as you scaled a mountainside. The heavy swish of her leather and the smashing of the gravel underneath seemed familiar somehow. "It's not that far from here. You'll make it."

"Says you," you seethed. "Not all of us were blessed with an endurance only lions had. And not everyone has ridiculous leg muscles such as yours." You went on all fours to climb over a decent-sized rock, but its surface burned your skin. You winced and let go of the rock.

You lose your footing on the loose gravel and your heart sinks down to your stomach. You can't think of anything but your impending doom.

That is until there's a strong grip on your wrist.

Aloy pulled you up with a slight grunt. She shook her head with a teasing smile as she moved you beside her. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to talk shit while scaling a mountain?"

You narrowed your eyes. Of course, she would take this as a moment to mess with you. Despite the tensed jaw and urge to flick her ear, you're grateful for her fast reflexes.

Aloy was always the one to catch you before you fell or to get you out of trouble. You don't know how she does it.

It started when y'all were six.

She was training with Rost and you were with the grade-school kids. You wandered off, distracted by a butterfly and then the pretty flower it landed on. Engrossed in the beauty of nature, you didn't notice how far away you were from your group. Once you realized they were gone, it was too late.

Tears welled up in your eyes. The feeling of impending doom dawned upon you and you couldn't help but wail. You cried and cried as you sat flat on your tush.

Again, not aware of the things around you, you couldn't see that you were attracting the attention of a few watchers. How could you notice anyways? You were a kid who thought they lost their ticket home. You thought you were never going to see your family again.

Hell, you sure weren't as heavy footsteps of machinery quickly made their way toward you.

With tears clouding your eyesight, you turned around to see an alerted watcher running towards you. It was on a mission and you were its target.

You brought your arms up to block your face. Your heartbeat threatened to explode out of your chest and your tears were hysterical at this point.

You were never going to see your parents again. You were sure of it when the watcher came five feet within you.

But then all of a sudden, the watcher fell to its side. Almost as if it's been shot with something. You froze. This is what everyone saw before they died, right?

A small girl with red hair and a blue headpiece came running over to you.

At that moment, you couldn't decipher who she was or what she was saying. Everything was a blur and you felt as if you blacked out.

Eventually, an older man walked over and the three of you went to find your group. You were silent the whole time, but grateful. If it wasn't for that girl and her rocks, you would've been dead.

Since then, Aloy was always there to save you. You were sure it was exhausting for her. It was exhausting for you to get into trouble all the time. Eventually, you stopped getting yourself into danger less and less, but you never stopped seeing her. Even though she was shunned, you didn't care.

You two were attached by the hip.

Because Aloy was in tune with the constant danger that roamed the planet, you've always wanted to catch her off guard. Maybe you could do that now while the two of you are supposed to be "relaxing".

"Shut up, Aloy. Thank you for saving me." You let a smile show on your lips as you walked past her. At the top of wherever the hell Aloy wanted to take you was flat. There were bushes, rarely any trees, thin bushes, and a lake near the cliff edge.

The mountaintop wasn't a place for hiding, so there weren't any evil-ass robots trying to murder you either.

You sat at the edge of the lake. It was a beautiful deep blue and was surrounded by green florals. On occasion, there were some colorful flowers that peaked through the taller portions of the grass.

Aloy sat beside you, groaning like an old man as she did so. "Yeah, of course, but, you don't have to thank me. I appreciate it, but my saving you from the stupid danger you get yourself in is just something that comes with our friendship." With a small grin, she handed you a leather pouch full of food.

In a brief moment, your fingers grazed each other. Neither you nor Aloy flinched or shuddered from it. Finger grazing and long eye contact have been occurring a lot as of late. You didn't question it. You liked the butterflies the actions gave you or how your body felt warm all of sudden.

"Yeah, I know." You took a piece of bread out of the pouch and ripped off a bite.

You and Aloy sat at the lake eating for a while. There were moments of silence, moments of chewing, and moments of conversation. You two were happily laughing away with full bellies by the time you finished lunch.

Aloy sat crosslegged and rested back on her palms. You had your legs stretched out in front of you, crossed at the ankle. Mimicking her stance, you rested back on your palms.

"Ugh, it's so hot!" Aloy groaned. In her dramatics, she threw her head back. She closed her eyes shut as the sun beamed on her.

From the side, you could see she was sweating all the way from her hairline to the back of her neck. You couldn't blame her though. All the gear you had to wear got hot on the worst days and it's not like all the hair she had was keeping her cool either.

"You should cool down, Alo," you hummed. Your gaze remained on her as she shook her head like a toddler.

"I can't! It's too hot!" She fell onto her back. Exasperated, she wiggled her limbs around. "This grass is too itchy and my water isn't cold anymore!"

Laughter erupted from your stomach. You quickly cleaned up the remainder of your lunch. "You're so dramatic, Aloy. There are many ways you could cool down."

Aloy cricked her neck over to you with a pout on her lips. "How?"

"Well, as you mentioned, water." You shoved your trash into your pouch.

Aloy groaned. "You don't listen to me. I said my water isn't cold." Aloy stood from her place on the ground. She figured she should help you clean up instead of whining and rolling on the floor like a toddler.

The water in her flask wasn't the water you were talking about. For Gaia's sake, there's a whole ass lake in front of you two. A little dip in it won't hurt.

It took five minutes to clean up the trash and you would've been done quicker, but you kept messing with Aloy by throwing grass scraps at her or refusing to give her the pouch full of trash.

It was 5 pm now and the sun would be setting soon. Despite the cooler air that usually came around this time, Aloy was still hot. Her skin was sticky and dry, her face scratchy, and the clothes on her were giving her sensory nightmares.

She stood by the lake edge with her eyes closed. She tried to let the freshwater smell take her whole and calm her down, but just like her hair, her anger was firey.

You've been watching Aloy take deep breaths and trying everything she could to calm herself down.

For some reason, neither of you suggested going home.

You both liked the silence the mountaintop provided and the comfortability you two had away from other Noras. She could laugh and joke with you and you could be carefree and mindless with her. You both could be your authentic selves.

Aloy scowled, clenching her fists. You didn't have to see her know her nose was scrunched and her eyebrows furrowed together. You could also bet her lips tensed into a thin line. "Ugh, this sucks!"

"Relax, Aloy."

"I'm trying!" She whipped around to face you. "Can't you see that? This heat is unbearable. I physically can't calm or cool down."

Besides cutting off the oxygen, what was one way you could take out a fire?

Water.

As Aloy continued to ramble and yell about how she couldn't cool off and how unfair it is that she has a full stomach yet couldn't enjoy the feeling of being full, you charged forward.

She was too clouded by her fiery rage to notice.

In the middle of her rant, you pushed your firm hands on Aloy's abdomen. She screamed out your name, but it was drowned out by the enormous splash of the lake.

You hunched over, laughing and holding onto your stomach.

Aloy swam to the surface, her cheeks puffed up. Her freckled cheeks were red, but you couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. "What the fuck was that!"

Through your laughter, you reply, "You need some way to cool down, right? Why not go for a swim?"

Aloy smacked the water's surface. "This isn't funny! Stop laughing!"

Her water smack splashed some water your way, but you didn't mind. You weren't a typical fairytale witch. A bit of water won't kill you. "Oh, come on! You wanna laugh too," you leaned down with your hands on your thighs. "I can see it on your face."

No, what you saw on her face was the spark of a devious plan. Aloy reached out of the water and pulled you in. With another splash, Aloy erupted into laughter.

From beneath the water, you could hear her muffled laughter. Her laughter brought a natural smile to your face, but you had to pretend you were mad at her.

So, when you swam up to the surface, you feigned scowl. Aloy only laughed harder.

"Okay, I get it now!" the freckled girl said. "This is funny. Are you enjoying your swim?" Aloy taunted by sticking out her tongue. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a smile permanently plastered on her face.

If her pulling you into the lake is what it takes to get her to smile, so be it.

You responded with a shrug. A smile threatened its way through. "It could be better."

The golden light from the sun shined onto the water making it clear and crystal. Not to mention how the golden rays brightened up Aloy's hair and face. You never noticed how much darker her hair was when it was wet.

Because of the ethereal sight of Aloy, you couldn't help but admire her. Her green eyes stared back into yours with the same admiring glint.

She was having the same thoughts you were having about her skin, hair, and eyes. Staring into your eyes made time stop. She wouldn't dare to pass up the opportunity of being in forever with you. "You look really pretty," Aloy whispered.

You snickered. "Pretty? That's all you got?" You swam closer to her.

Aloy shrugged, a shy but amused smile on her face. "What am I supposed to call you? Beautiful? Handsome? Charming?" She swam closer to you.

A simple pen could be used to measure the distance between you two.

She snaked her arms around your waist and you put your own around her neck. "Those would suffice." Your voice was softer than before. You made a note to speak slower for clarity, emphasis, and mood.

Similar to her smile, Aloy grinned. She leaned in and you could feel her breath on your skin.

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or hallucinating. Maybe you hit your head as you were pulled into the lake. You closed your eyes to scan your body for any signs of pain, but there weren't any. When you opened your eyes again, you could see Aloy's gaze never left yours.

Your breath hitched. Finally, you leaned in too, threatening to close the gap between you two.

You closed your eyes again, but this time to prepare yourself for the spectacular kiss that was to be blessed upon your lips.

Aloy's lips barely ghosted yours when she stopped. You opened your eyes to find her smirking at you. She pulled away, giving your sides a teasing squeeze.

Now it was your turn to feel fire all over your face and body. Suddenly, the lake's water wasn't doing any justice. "Aloy, you tease!" You huffed as you shoved her shoulders.

Aloy laughed. She stumbled back from your shove. "Oh, what? Did I do something? Was there something you want from me?"

You didn't dare to reply. Instead, you huffed and swam out of the lake. It was all in good fun, you knew that. But damn, it was embarrassing to have your crush know you want to kiss them.

Aloy followed after you, giggles and laughs escaping past her lips. "Hey, hey," she grabbed your wrist. She pulled you to her body and yet again, her eyes didn't dare to leave yours. "Don't be embarrassed, okay? I like you too."

"Who said I like you?" you scoffed.

Aloy looked you up and down. Her smirk made an appearance. "Your body language when we were in the lake. No one leans in, closes their eyes, and holds on tight to someone they don't like."

All you could do was pull away with a slight smile. "You're an asshole."

"Meh, but you like me and I like you too." Aloy wiped some of the water off your face. "Don't worry, Splash, you'll get your kiss soon."

WC: 2,436

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #aloy x reader #aloy horizon #aloy #aloy fanfic #horizon zero dawn fanfic #horizon zero dawn

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 months

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Mother's Scrapbook

Summary: The Fire Family takes a vacation to Seychelles. Azula is trying to start a summer romance with the tour guide and Ursa just wants to take one photograph with her daughter.

She meets the girl by chance on the shores of La Digue when the sun is high and the heat is rolling. She has a pretty smile that competes with the sunlight. Azula supposes that it isn’t pure happenstance, she had booked the tour afterall. An all day excursion of the island and the next one over.

Where happenstance comes into play is that her initial tour guide has fallen ill—parasites of some sort in his fish dinner. So she has met the man’s daughter.

It is just she and mother for this particular adventure. Zuzu had wanted to go snorkeling, a means of making good on his promise to Katara that he would bring back neat pictures of the ocean. Of course, uncle wanted to tag along. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been able to guess that father was fond of snorkeling. Apparently he is interested in the stingrays.

Mother on the other hand has a particularly adventurous spirit. It is one thing that they share.

She just hopes that the woman won’t be overly gushing about this.

The girl, who introduces herself as Seicho has a deeper complexion and pretty, soft brown eyes. She wears a wooden turtle necklace, likely hand-carved. “So you guys are staying in one of those spa resorts?”

Azula nods. She has been enjoying the Rock Spa and its jacuzzi and manicure services. “We have a garden villa.”

“That sounds lovely.”

Ursa nods. “The facials and massages are amazing. My husband claims that he didn’t enjoy it but I haven’t seen him this relaxed in decades.” She ends with a chuckle.

Seicho returns it. “Well first things first. I’ll show you around Anse Source D’argent.”

.oOo.

Most of the photos she snaps have been candid and stealthy. Azula doesn’t care for taking pictures. It has been so long since the two of them have bonded and there is so much that she doesn’t know about her own daughter. She only has this sneaking suspicion that the girl doesn’t like to be photographed because she has a habit of finding flaws where there are none.

Mostly Ursa has been capturing nature shots, picturesque panoramas of the palm trees and the hiking trail before them. She has managed capture a few images of slumbering flying foxes and white fairy terns just before they took flight.

Somehow it had been much harder to take a picture of Azula. But finally she has one. The image shows up on her camera screen; Azula is squatting in front of one of several tortoises attempting to feed it a handful of leaves while Seicho stands to her left, stroking the tortoise’s shell.

Ursa smiles at the photograph. Decidedly, her next mission will be to convince Azula take at least one photo together. She can’t remember the last time that the two of them have been in a picture together, let alone one that features just the two of them. It would be a lovely addition to her scrapbook.

“Do you want to try to feed them, mother?” Azula asks.

“Of course I would.”

Azula takes the camera from her and Ursa allows herself to be on the other side of the lens for a change.

“We should take a picture together.” She suggests a little ways down the hiking trail.

“Here?” Azula furrows her brows. “Shouldn’t we find a more scenic spot?”

It isn’t a yes, but it certainly implies that she might just get that photo of the two of them, if she chooses just the right setting. It is only night one of their vacation. Ursa smiles to herself, she has a feeling that she will get that photo eventually.

.oOo.

From atop her granite perch, Azula kicks her feet at water that reflects a mango-pink lemonade sunset. The rocks look pink in this light and Seicho’s face is painted a soft gold. The girl’s hand falls atop hers.

“It’s pretty isn’t it?”

It would be much easier to make the most of the moment if mother wasn’t there observing and giving her what is supposed to be an encouraging thumbs up. It only brings color to her cheeks and she hopes that Seicho hasn’t spotted the woman.

Azula nods. “I’ve seen sunsets in Hawaii, The Maldives, and Tahiti. I like this one the most.” Although, nothing truly compares to the volcanoes in Hawaii. “It’s a good way to end the first evening.” She wonders how Zuzu, father, and uncle are doing. She speculates that they are probably making their way to one of the resort’s restaurants, likely picking out a seat that overlooks the water. Zuzu is quite fond of ladob and she and father have taken a shine to the kari bonit.

“Roasted breadfruit?” Seicho offers.

Azula scrunches her brows at the fruit.

“I guess that it doesn’t look particularly appetizing, but it is tasty.” Seicho promises.

Reluctantly, Azula picks up a slice. Even more hesitantly Azula pops it into her mouth.

“Well?”

Azula hums. “It’s alright, I suppose.”

“It tastes better with coconut oil and other fruits.”

With nowhere left to take the conversation, Azula resumes looking out at the winking waves as a balmy breeze tosses her locks about. The world around smells fresh and salty. She finds herself slipping into a daydream of sorts; one wherein she and Seicho are walking across the sand while their families enjoy a beach picnic.

They are supposed to have a family picnic on day three of their vacation.

“Where did you get that necklace?” Azula tries to resume the conversation.

“It was my great, great, great, great, grandmother’s. It has been passed down for generations. My mom lets me wear it sometimes.” She pauses. “So what brings you to Seychelles?”

“Family vacation.” Azula finds herself staring off again. “It’s the first one that we’ve taken since my cousin Lu-Ten died.”

“What happened to him?”

“He and my grandfather were part of a search and rescue team. No one was there to rescue them.” She will leave it to Seicho to piece the details together. The wound is still rather raw in spite of the years gone by.

“I’m sorry to hear it.” Seicho frowns.

Azula shrugs. “I’m glad to be going on vacations again.” It is a simple, lighter way of saying that she is glad that her family is finally on the mend after tragedy and tension had put such a rift in the unity of it.

As embarrassing as it is to have mother lurking about, she is quite relived that the woman cares enough to hover and supervise. To have the woman’s encouragement. “The hike was nice, mother rather enjoyed it.” And they had rather enjoyed each other’s company for a change.”

Seicho grins. “Thanks! It was my first time giving a tour! I’ll let my dad know that you think I did a good job.”

Azula nods. She casts a glance at the hand that is still resting atop her own.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I can move it if you’d like.”

Azula shakes her head. “You can leave it there.” She doesn’t think anyone, family aside, has ever held her hand before. She has never had someone hold her hand the way that Mai holds Zuko’s. This isn’t exactly hand holding but it is close enough to make her stomach fluttery.

She catches Seicho’s eyes. They reflect the sun perfectly. So much so that Azula is inclined to say that they were made to do just that.

She doesn’t kiss Seicho that day, but she has all week to try.

Perhaps it will be a short thing.

A tiny little blip of a summer romance.

But it will be a memory to cherish and look back on when she sees the pictures in mother’s scrapbook.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #ursa #seicho #Azula/Seicho #Azula/Cupholder Girl #fanfiction

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invisibleraven · 8 months

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"Your smile is beautiful. I want to see it more often..." + Rulie?

Reggie sighed as he wiped his hand over his face wondering yet again why he decided to take up photography. There were only so many flocks of geese and sunsets to capture on film right?

He was kind of stuck on his final project which had the topic Everyday Beauty-the subject matter was up to im but time was running out, and he honestly wasn't sure what he could shoot.

"Why don't you just take photos of us?" Bobby joked. "We're hot shit!"

"That is actually not the worst idea," Reggie mused. "Taking pictures of the parts of us that we don't see as beautiful, but show inner beauty!"

"Okay, I was joking but that sounds amazing Reg," Bobby said, clapping him on the back.

Reggie took up his camera, and planned each shot, asking each of his friends to pose for him, showing off the parts of themselves they felt the most insecure about. They parts they had been mocked for, or felt ashamed of. No holds barred, but Reggie would let them choose what they did.

A shot of Luke, shirtless, proudly showing off his top surgery scars.

A close up of Alex's hands, covered in callouses and holding a bottle of Ativan.

Bobby hugging Celia, the flag to the Philippines held between them.

Willie sitting on his skateboard, clutching his cracked helmet in one hand, and the key to his childhood home on the other.

Flynn with her hair in it's natural state-no braids, no weave, but a brilliant smile on her face.

Carrie standing by herself, a blurred crowd all around her, face frozen in a silent scream.

Reggie even took a picture of himself; capturing the rosacea on his cheeks, the freckles on his nose, and the crooked grin that had been the source of shame for so long.

He only hit a wall with Julie.

"It's stupid," she muttered. "I know it's a stupid thing to be insecure about."

"What is it?" Reggie asked.

"My smile," she said. "Kids always made fun of the gap, about how it made me lisp when I was younger, always whistling at me."

"Is that why you never smile for us?" Reggie asked quietly.

Julie nodded. "And I know you guys wouldn't make fun of me, but it's so hard to make those voices go away, to believe anything but the negative."

"I get it," he replied. "I suffered through years of braces and a retainer and I hated smiling with either one. But you know what I did?" Julie shook her head at him. "I smiled more. If I made it seem like they couldn't bother me, they stopped trying."

Julie giggled at that, releasing her smile, and Reggie held a hand to his heart.

"Your smile is beautiful. I want to see it more often..."

"Stop!" Julie protested, but now she seemed unable to stop smiling, bright and beaming.

"Can I please take a picture?' Reggie asked. "Maybe if you see yourself the way I do you'll finally realize how beautiful you really are."

"That's the point of your project isn't it?" Julie asked.

"Pretty much."

"Okay then," Julie agreed, letting Reggie pose her against a flowy curtain, leaning towards him and unleashed her smile once more.

Reggie took a moment to take her in, and was sure his hands were shaking as he lifted the camera. Taking picture after picture, capturing Julie as she smiled and laughed, and finally pulled him in for a picture of the two of them, faces squished together, their smiles filling the frame.

Reggie didn't submit that one, instead printing it off and it lived on his nightstand, and it was that pose that they recreated on their first date after he aced his project, after they got engaged a few years later, and again at their wedding.

And Julie's smile was big and bright in every single one. Just as beautiful as always, just like her.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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mogoce-nocoj · 7 months

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Something Kris-centric, idk, something fluffy about the holiday they're on or something? Sorry it's kinda vague

Btw I'm sure you'll do great, good luck:)

you got it! something fluffy about the boys trying (and failing) to help Kris relax. gen, no pairing, just a silly holiday thing. thank you ❤️

Thailand is beautiful. Kris knows this — he has, after all, been one of the first to suggest it as their destination. He has been here before, they all have. And it's been good, really good if he's being honest. There's just this one thing that has been forming in this mind the day they got here — the guys are up to something.

It starts pretty much innocuously. It's their first evening and they're all at the pool doing what can be called lounging. That is, holding their feet into the cool water, catching the sunset and sipping on drinks. (Longeros, huh, Jan? Bojan would probably tease if he were here. Which he isn't. But that's a story for another time.)

Kris himself is lying on a deck chair, phone in hand, with his head finally empty. Trying to catch the perfect shot of when the setting sun hits the water, he nearly doesn't notice when Jure comes up to him, his bare feet nearly noiseless on the lush grass beneath them.

What he does hear, however, is the “Kris!” that is half-whispered and half-shouted into his ear. Startled, he nearly drops his phone and wheels around to stare directly into Jure's grinning face.

“Can you maybe, like, not do that?”

“Sorry.” Jure shrugs and really doesn't look sorry at all. “I was just wondering if you wanted something to drink? Mark is trying to make those new cocktails and he was asking around if anyone wants to try them.”

Kris raises one of his eyebrows. “And you don't want to?”

“Ah, my beer is still mostly full and Jan and Nace are trying to do something with the pineapples they got from the market. I'm not actually sure if they want to eat them, right now it looks more like they're playing some sort of game where they're trying to hit it with a stick or something?”

What the fuck, Kris's mind helpfully supplies and he turns around to witness how Jan masterfully manages to decapitate the poor pineapple with one hit of — oh my god, is that a knife tied to a tree branch!? Nace behind him is only nodding appreciatively, one hand on his shoulder like some kind of teacher.

Kris decides that he will not think of the dangers this could pose to any of their limbs because he's on holiday and Mama-Krisko also needs her break, thank you very much.

“Anyway,” Jure continues, not bothered at all. “I didn't want to interrupt whatever they're doing, so. Drinks?”

And yeah, Kris does, actually, want one. (To be honest, there's no one else whom he'd trust more with the drinks than Mark whose eye for photography miraculously also translates to an eye for measuring ingredients. Well, he'd probably trust Nace, too. But not right now.)

“Sure,” he shrugs, yawning. “I'll just wait until the sunset is over —”

“No worries,” Jure interrupts, smiling. “I'll get it for you.”

And, huh. Kris's narrowed eyes follow him as he makes his way back towards the bar. Because it's not that Jure isn't usually helpful when it comes to these kinds of things except — well, he isn't. His clumsy nature usually leads him to spill more drinks than actually drink out of them and normally they've developed a kind of routine that prevents Jure from carrying any sort of glasses filled with liquid.

This time, however, everything seems to work out fine. Without any problems Jure returns to him with a perfectly nice longdrink in his hand. It's even decorated with a little umbrella and a cut pineapple piece next to it (Kris dimly hopes that this one wasn't a victim of Jan and Nace's shenanigans.)

He thanks Jure who salutes him before bouncing off to join Mark behind the bar. Sipping on his drink, he turns his attention back to the sunset and realises that he has missed the golden moment of the sun hitting the water — but then again, he thinks, enjoying the cool taste of alcohol on his tongue and the warm air around him, he could get used to this. There surely will be other opportunities in the future.

The other thing happens the next day when they're choosing a movie to watch for the evening. They all want to watch something different, all in varying moods, indecisively scrolling through various streaming platforms.

“We should watch Footloose,” Kris suggests jokingly, knowing very well that Jan would rather watch anything else than something like Footloose. (Kris, however, enjoys the silliness of it. When you're living a life such as this one, hectic and stressful and sometimes just overwhelming, you learn to enjoy movies with ridiculous premises such as this one.)

Jan, however, only gives him a mild look.

“Sure,” he agrees, shrugging. “Why not.”

Wait, what.

Kris blinks at him. When Jan doesn't say anything, only moving to make room for Kris on the couch, he doesn't question it, wordlessly starting the film.

Later, when the movie is finished and Kris suggests heading to bed early so that they can maybe take a day trip tomorrow, they all nod without any opposition. Kris only looks after them in confusion as they head off to their respective rooms because it's never as easy as that.

Yeah. Something is definitely wrong.

“Okay,” he starts the next morning during breakfast. “Something's not right and I need to know what.”

Three pairs of eyes stare at him in confusion. Kris tuts once, placing one of his hands on his table while first pointing to Jure.

“You usually avoid bringing me things that can break easily like the plague. And now you've been bringing me drinks for two days — and managed to not drop even one of them. What's up with that?”

Jure only stares at him, clearly not knowing what to say.

“And you,” he turns to Jan and Nace, “have been eerily agreeable whenever I said something. Like, I'm not surprised about Nace because he's the only one with any kind of sense here but Jan? You didn't even complain when I forced you to watch Footloose. And you hate cheesy romances like that.”

They all stay silent. The cogs in Kris's head keep turning until —

He pales.

“Oh my god, has something happened back home? Is that your way of easing me in before delivering the information?”

For one hysterical moment he thinks that the only news that could be so bad that they needed to distract him from it is that they need to reschedule all the upcoming tour dates because god forbid something has happened to Bojan, or any other of their crew members for that matter, or there's been a problem with some venue —

Nace puts his hands on his shoulder, eyes wide with concern. “Everything's fine, stop spiralling.”

Kris exhales once, focusing on Nace's grounding touch.

“We just —” Nace hesitates. Jan shoots him an encouraging look. “We just wanted to — do something good for you.”

What.

Kris raises his eyebrows critically. “You what?”

“Yeah.” Jan nods, emphasising Nace's words. “Because of, y'know. The past few weeks.”

“Because of all the stuff you had to do,” Jure supplies, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Like, Finland with Bojan and Jere wasn't easy and then Stožice, and you've been doing so much — so we wanted to, uh. Help you relax.”

“Ah.” Kris blinks at them, head suddenly empty. “You wanted to help me relax. By bringing me drinks? And — agreeing with me?”

All three of them shrug.

“Did it help?” Jure asks, curious.

And Kris considers this because he actually has enjoyed the last few days. The drinks and the attentiveness and the feeling that people are listening to him. But then again, there's just been this wrongness in the air, too, because as much as Kris likes it when people listen to him, he also likes it when people argue with him and speak their mind and — hm.

“Kinda?” He decides eventually. “But I had this inkling that — something was wrong. Because — huh.” He hesitates. “I liked it but I didn't like that it felt that you were deliberately trying to — to do something. Like, something you normally wouldn't do.”

He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Can't you just be — normal.”

When he opens his eyes again, Nace is looking at him with an affectionate look in his eyes.

“Sure.”

Jan next to him nods.

“You got it, Krisko.” Jure leans in closer, squeezing his shoulders. “You know that we love you, right?”

“Yeah,” he says, fondly looking at all of them. “I love you, too.”

#I do not know if pineapples exist in Thailand. probably not. I liked the idea though #joker out #my writing #prompts

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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A quick guide to Nutty’s blog

Hi, everyone, new and old to this blog.

Been meaning to write this up for some time. Finally just sat down and wrote stuff because it needs to be done since I’ve recently been posting a few more things in one topic and a few less in others.

This blog started off as a fandom blog. It still is. You will see fanfic and art from the amazing Thunderbirds fandom, both mine and others posted here regularly. Along with prompts, discussions, challenges and other shenanigans. Love da Thunderfam.

If you haven’t already worked it out, Virgil is my fav Tracy brother, but love them all really and write them all to varying degrees.

However, I also post art and craft here, so you will see some of that. Some of you may have followed me recently for this reason. If so, welcome!

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So here is the key to my blog :D

For the Thunderfam:

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Bro combos - earth and sky, fishtank, astroturf - not a complete list this one and many more recent than some of the other tags.

There are some relationships tagged as well - virgil/kayo, scott/em, scayo, virgil/brains, gordon/penelope (pen and ink) - if you are not a fan of romance, I’ve have been tagging for that for about the last year, so it can be blocked if you desire.

I have also tagged all my major series, but you are probably better served by visiting my Ao3 account where everything is in order. But since I’m here...Kermadec AU, Supermen AU, Steampunk AU (and Where there be dragons AU), Callisto, Marks and Wings, Warm Rain, Gentle Rain.

And then there are some of the challenges held in Thunderfam - fanartam, fabfivefeb, irrelief, sensorysunday, nuttys fandomversary, fluffember.

Wow, that’s a lot of stuff.

For those of you not into fandom:

nuttybeads - all my crafting, which tends to be mostly beading, but does include crochet and micromacrame as well as whatever else catches my eyes and my wallet :D

nuttyart - admittedly this does include some fanart, mostly Thunderbirds, but from time to time, I do other stuff - like I should be doing :D

I’ve also recently started a palette challenge, for however long it lasts - you can find it tagged nuttypalette.

There will also be geeking out over nature topics and the occasional piece of photography usually of beaches, sunsets or critters.

And that is pretty much it in a nutshell (a very big nut in my case :D)

I hope you enjoy whatever you end up following here.

Nutty

(off the edge, but learning to fly)

#nutty is nuts

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thecoffeelorian · 2 months

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OC Sunday Catch-Ups...

...Small note to everyone--I had to get over a bad virus last week, so unfortunately, this is gonna be a fairly late installment. However, I don't plan on getting sick a second time, so hopefully, I can get one more (somewhat late) installment done before the third OC Sunday rolls around. Anyway! One more for Lyn Innsur!

No Pressure Tags: @freesia-writes @talesfrommedinastation @skellymom and anybody else who likes original characters!

1. If they were a SHOE, what kind of SHOE would they be?

First off, I imagine that Lyn would lean towards a pretty set of sandals that could also give her extra support during a walk around her hometown, so I decided on these as far as photos go.

2. What nature/scenery/setting most encapsulates who they are?

I imagine that Lyn would not only be used to warm climates/biomes and actively seek them out on other planets, but that she also would have no problems watching a sunset on the edge of a desert or grassland in spite of the wild animals that lived there. So...for a picture reference, I included this shot of a desert/great plain from Ryloth, as she still views that planet as home even though she's currently settled on Argann.

3. What's one thing you'd notice about them immediately and one thing you would only notice after a lot of time and depth?

Something that turns the average newcomer off is how Lyn shoots her mouth off at times, either when she's frustrated about something she doesn't quite understand as an autistic woman, or else when she's really angry about a certain issue and doesn't know how to voice her thoughts without almost shouting them.

It's the ones who stick around after the first impressions that get to see all the rest of her, such as her love of family; love of the natural world; her dreams of returning home and rebuilding her part of Ryloth; and generally wishing for a life without war.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #oc sundays #lyn innsur #original character #original female character #original twi'lek character #original autistic character #actually autistic

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 months

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4. "I have re-entered reality to conquer it. To bend it to my will. I am the law."

+1 Lawbringer

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's the spirit! I used to shape reality into my image. A long time ago. Those days are over now." He looks at his shit-stained Lickra(TM) jacket with a grim expression.

"Sadly, things aren't going that well in Idiot Doom Spiral Land. Haven't found those keys yet; haven't won that great piece of ass back. No word from my business-buddies..." He takes a sip from his beer.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - This guy's your buddy-buddy. You feel it immediately: you belong to an organization. A fraternity. Of *drunks*.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - *Idiot Doom Spiral*, huh? This is bound to be a good, high-concept conversation. At last!

"What do you guys do around here?"

"What is a... Tequila Sunset? You keep saying it."

"Be seein' you." [Leave.]

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "We are saving the world!" He looks at his comrades.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Please... please don't call... don't call..." begs the man in the pipe.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Okay, we're drinking. We're drinking alcohol -- that's what we're doing. I *tried* to save the world once, a long time ago, with enterprise, creativity and willpower, but that didn't work out."

"So now it's a pirate's life for me."

2. "What is a… Tequila Sunset? You keep saying it."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It's you. You're Tequila Sunset."

"How do you know this?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "We've met before, don't you remember?"

"No."

"Maybe?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Aha!" He takes a sip from his beer. "Do you want to know how Tequila Sunset came to be?"

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Tequila... Tequila Sunset... Something ominous there.

"For some reason the name Tequila fills me with foreboding. Maybe I *shouldn't* learn what it means."

"Go ahead."

"No, this sounds scary." (Back up.)

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "You think you feel bad *now*, wait till you've heard the story."

INLAND EMPIRE - No-no. You need the *wisdom*.

"Go ahead."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Mhm. Let me take a sip to moisten up my cords..." He takes a big sip, then begins: "Tequila Sunset rolled into Martinaise last Friday. And by *Tequila Sunset* I mean *you* -- the man, the myth."

"Wait, did we meet on Friday?"

"Was I alone?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Hey, let's not jump ahead of ourselves, this is *your* story. Stop interrupting." He takes another sip -- then continues.

"You got here on Friday to solve a case, hoping to be the early bird who gets the worm. And by 'the worm' I mean 'the buzz', because as far as I know, all you did was get piss-drunk..."

"Word on the street is you went around the local hostel telling people that you're a police officer and that it would be *really* fucked up if you shot yourself in the head right in front of them. That's pretty high concept, if you ask me."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - It is.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant's brow is furrowed. He's listening as casually as he can.

"What happened then?"

"Wait. This doesn't sound like me at all."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Well, the *word on the street* may be a rumour, but what happened next is the truth. I was there to witness it, along with these bums here."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Lies, lies, lies! He only speaks liessss.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It was a late Saturday night, when we, the Union of Moribund Alcoholics, were getting our drink on. Nothing remarkable about this, we get our drink on 24/7. Makes everything warm and glowy, I trust you know the feeling."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Oh yes, you do, *bratushka*. The only thing better than that is pushing the pedal to the metal after you kiss the tie. And off we go...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "One moment we hear the sound of a motor carriage revving up somewhere on the plaza, followed by a series of dings and bangs."

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Do you remember the sound of wood cracking? The billboard...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Naturally, loud noises pique the interest of anybody owning a pair of ears. That's just the reality we're in."

"Naturally."

"Uhm.. I want to get off this story-train right now."

AUTHORITY [Legendary: Failure] - You can't get off now.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - You have to stay.

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - The throttle is jammed and the brakeman's nowhere to be seen! There's no getting off this ride!

KIM KITSURAGI - "I think that we should let him continue with the story."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's right! I let you finish all of your stories that night."

"Anyway, there was a brief silence -- a *gasp* of silence, if you will -- followed by a real commotion. We heard the carriage careening towards the coast at top speed."

"Sounded like someone jumped the canal. We grabbed our brewskies and rushed to the jetty -- never underestimate the speed of an alcoholic…"

"What we saw was a sight to behold. A beat up police carriage, containing you. Right there on the beach. You revved the engine and screamed at the top of your lungs…"

"'THE TIME HATH COME.'"

So, naturally, being the curious cat I am, I asked what time hath come, to which you replied…"

"THE TIME HATH COME FOR TEQUILA SUNSET. THE END OF ALL THINGS."

"Oh god. What happened next?"

Say nothing. It's more dignified that way.

"Every word I said was true. Tequila Sunset will break the looms of reality."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Your reality contracted -- you jammed the pedal, ploughed right off the jetty and through the ice."

"We ran towards the ice, whilst you crawled your way out, miraculously unhurt -- covered in seaweed and shit. Like some kind of sea monster."

"When we finally got there you were sitting on the beach, crying. You said that your badge and uniform were in the car. It was too late to get in there though, the carriage had sunk too deep."

"Recognizing a brother in need, we offered our condolences and invited you to party with us, which you naturally agreed to…"

"We asked about the whole Tequila Sunset thing, and you told us it was your name now and insisted that we all call you that from then on."

"Wait, so is Tequila Sunset an event or a name?"

"Tequila Sunset, huh? Sounds pretty good."

"That's not my name. I'm Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. That's what you should call me."

"My real name is Harry."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I'm not sure. I think *you* were the event. Tequila Sunset. You know, as opposed to a Tequila Sunrise, which is *long gone*."

#disco elysium #idiot doom spiral #kim kitsuragi #don't call abigail #tequila sunset #horrific necktie

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