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With You Again

König x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship, mentions/descriptions of war, brief mention of guns, references to male and female masturbation, praise kink, size kink, dry humping, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, dom!König

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A/N: thank you to @phnyx for helping me round out the edges of this piece <3 and thank you TONS to @xsvenjasophiex for helping me with the German vocab and grammar. I appreciate you endlessly!!

I have been so THIRSTY for this man lately y'all, Jesus. Brb, thinking about him speaking German to me

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The mud sticks to his face like thick glue, his body caked in the dirt as he trudges on through. And the relief he seeks is nowhere in sight, not even when he retreats to the trench. He has to duck, to bend at the knees until he’s in the safety of his designated bunker, his team’s barracks. He feels no reprieve, not even when sitting on the wooden bench. The body he’s worked for years to build is exhausted, forced to its limit. And yet, he must go on. Not only for the others, for he is the one they rely so much on, but for you.

And that’s when he glances down at his rifle, resting on the mass of his thigh. His chest is still heaving, heartbeat evening out when he sees it - the picture of you. It’s of course torn and covered in dirt but he wipes it off often enough to still see it. Your sickeningly sweet grin, your gorgeous face, the way you’re laying.

“Meine Welt.” It’s quiet, said through a tired breath. And even though his lids are fluttering, desperate for rest, he focuses on you. You keep him awake, alert, you remind him of what he’s fighting for. (My world)

Out in the field, he looks to you often. And when he has time to rest, he’ll take off his helmet, looking into the inner rim. The same picture of you graces his desperate orbs, delivering him an ounce of peace. This photo doesn’t get torn as often as the one on his gun, and still, it’s not the cleanest copy he has. While he keeps two with him at all times, he keeps the third and most pristine one hidden away.

When he’s clean enough to lie down, stripping himself of his khakis and weapons, he’ll lay his body over the cot he’s been given. But before he allows himself his much needed sleep, he’ll reach under his pillow, searching for that exact same scene. The one he captured on a Sunday morning, the view of you in his bed. Your shared bed.

“Smile, Schatz.” He’d grinned, holding the polaroid camera over you. (Sweetheart)

It was early enough for you to still be waking up, your hair a complete mess with the blankets crumpled around the bed. But he thought it was adorable, the sight of you. The morning sun shone around your sleepy form in the most elegant of ways, even though all you had on was his oversized shirt. You smirked up at your enormous lover, offering a flirty grin. And the longer he looked at it, the more he saw your nipples rising beneath the fabric of his shirt, the hem of your panties peeking out along your thigh. This photograph was all he needed. When he couldn’t calm his mind, this is what he turned to. And when his arousal ran high, it offered him release.

What you’ll find in his innermost parts, is emotion, emotion that ran wild like the river and raged like the sea. He longed for you, in the purest of ways. His devotion to your well-being was unlike anything he’s ever experienced. And daily was the occurrence of his words floating across a secret page.

I miss you, every day. And every day only serves to prove that I am living my life away from you.

It tore him to pieces, being gone for so long. He wonders about how lonely you must feel, going about your day-to-day activities with no one but yourself. How big the house must feel, with only you in it. But when he’s home, he fills it completely. Not just with his physicality but with his emotional presence.

“König,” You practically sob into his shoulder, holding onto him. The way your hearts pound for each other, the way your body releases all its tension when you’ve been reunited, are two sensations you positively yearn for.

“Mein Mädchen,” He coos, repeatedly rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’m home.” (My girl)

It’s the pose you always fall into, your signature snuggle - him on the couch with his legs spread, and you cuddled onto his lap. You’re straddling him, arms wrapping around his neck while you press your covered front to his.

“How have you been?” He asks gently, his voice soft. And when you lift your head, he cups your face, thumb sweeping over your skin. “Ich mache mir Sorgen um dich.” (I worry about you)

“Why?” Brow furrowing, you tilt your head, resting in his large palm.

“You are meine Welt, my everything.” He explains, his eyes full of emotion as he says it. “You are my peace, and thinking of you alone in this house brings me pain.” With a heavy sigh, he brushes his thumb over your cheek once again. “And I have enough pain.” (My world)

Cuddling into you, he releases another breath, feeling you cradle his head against your chest. “I am just fine, mein Liebling.” The softness of your hand runs down the back of his head, still covered. “And even better now that you’re back.” (My darling)

You’re everything he could ever need. With you, his woes from war are gone. With you, he feels human again.

With the amount of ease you put him in, it’s not long before you’re lifting that hood, putting your lips on him. Usually, it would be alarming, someone lifting his mask. But for you, he’d do anything. And yet, you still haven’t seen him without it. You respect him too much to do that.

His lips find yours again and again, searching for the love they’ve been neglected. It’s sloppy, lazy, the two of you taking time to just enjoy it. Your tongues slide along the other’s in a rhythm only the two of you know, the actions entirely unhurried. Neither of you are rushing this - you’re finally receiving the time you’ve been missing.

“Baby,” As soon as he does it, you’re pressing against him, against the firmness of his chest and abdomen. He knows how much you love his body heat, forgoing his shirt quite quickly.

Shifting your hips over his, he groans, searching for your mouth again. You’re partially under that dark hood, devouring the moans coming from his lips. And then you’re dragging yourself over him, repeatedly grinding down onto his steadily rising erection. Easily, those incredibly large hands find your hips, guiding your movements and urging you to apply more pressure, to move a little faster.

“Your beautiful body… it already feels so good against me…” His accent is thick, hungry.

“I love how you sound,” You breathe out in return, sighing. “When you whimper…”

One muscular arm wraps around your lower back, sneaking beneath your shirt so he can feel your skin. He can’t help the noises he makes, he’s unable to keep himself at bay whenever he’s with you. You’re all that’s been in his head for weeks on end.

“So needy,” He grunts out, thrusting upward between your legs. “As soon as you see me…” Ducking his head down, he finds your neck, holding onto your waist while you rub yourself over him. And his words prompt a certain heat to run up your neck and to your cheeks, filled with a sense of aroused embarrassment from his teasing.

Turning your head, you try to hide your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering. But he sees, and he doesn’t like it.

“No, don’t hide from me. Don’t hide that pretty face - mein Gott, so fucking cute. I want to see that look when I touch you.” (My god)

“König,” Another whine, fingers clinging to him. He’s throbbing between your legs, constantly rubbing himself up against you.

“Look at me, pretty thing.” He demands, though his words are spoken softly, passionately. And he says it so sweetly that you almost can’t disobey him. “There you go,” Comes that genuine praise, his voice growing breathy and ragged. “Good girl.”

Lifting his hand to the back of your neck, he stares into your eyes, flicking back and forth between them. Shaking his head gently, he breathes out in awe, “Beautiful thing.”

It’s easy to enjoy it, the taste of his mouth and natural scent, the overall sensation of him. And while he finds incredible pleasure in the feeling of you grinding against him, your gorgeous mouth meeting with his, he wants more.

“I need to feel you.” König whines against your lips.

Carrying you with him is easy, you don’t even have to move. All he does is stand, holding onto your thighs while you hold onto him. And in a half a dozen strides, you’re in the bedroom, being laid down by your love.

Even quicker than you, he removes your clothing, immediately laying himself out between your thighs to hover above your body. Your surroundings are barely lit, but he doesn’t need much to see the beauty of you. He traces your body with his hands, the curves more familiar to him than his own breath. And immediately, he’s finding your chest, massaging the softness of your breasts before taking your nipple into his mouth.

“I’ve missed these…” He mumbles over you, hot breath soaking into your skin.

His tongue slides effortlessly across your body, humming happily when your legs lift to the sides of his torso. Already, you’re grinding up against him, wanting that same friction you’d made on the couch.

“My small doll,” König grins, sliding the bulk of his body down your stomach, crawling between your thighs and settling above your center.

Calloused palms and worn fingers caress your thighs in the gentlest ways he knows how. You’re so soft, so tiny and delicate. He treats you like glass, like if he moved you wrong, you’d break. But he’d never break you.

“I’ve dreamt of this… of licking you again. Süße, I’d do it for the rest of my life.” He’s mumbling just above your sex, the words barely having time to come out before he’s attaching his mouth to you. (Sweetheart)

Immediately, your back arches for him, nails digging into the muscles beneath his skin, clawing at his shoulders. He’s sucking your lips into his mouth, slurping on the wetness he’s already coaxed out of you. Pushing his tongue inside, he licks into you deeply, moaning when you suffocate him with your thighs.

“Baby, baby.” Gasping, you shove your hips up against him, feeling the familiar flick of his tongue over the quivering peak of your sex.

But he doesn’t move, doesn’t speed up or slow down, he just continues. His eyes roll back from it, from the way your hips shift against him and the way you taste.

“Entspann dich, meine Engel.” He’s gasping, staring down at your glistening lips. “Let go for me…” And then he’s burying himself into you again, stuffing his tongue into your center while his nose rubs against your clit. (Calm yourself, my angel)

He can see the way your chest heaves, can hear the way your lungs tremble when you breathe. And he wants to feel it, god, he wants to taste it.

“König,” And then he’s moaning into you, feeling it rush onto his tongue.

His taste buds tingle with it, your release, repeatedly lapping at your sensitive center. Your thighs shake from it, jerking against his head while he holds you, strong hands keeping you in place for him.

“Perfect,” That deep voice groans, kissing your lower stomach. “Perfect…”

Lifting himself, you witness his biceps flex, the muscles in his chest tensing as his face returns to the smooth slope of your shoulder. You welcome him in, arms looping around his neck before he lifts his head, wet lips and chin pressing into your cheek as he says, “Doing just what I ask of you.” And then a sloppy kiss pressing into your skin, your cheeks plumping from his praise.

“Are you ready for me?” But he’s already grabbing himself, the tip of his dick kissing your clit before he rubs it over your wetness. “My, my… how wet you are… can you hear it, Süße?” He’s pressing his nose into your cheek, grinning. (Sweetheart)

“Mhm,” It’s forced out from your throat, a mewl, followed by a forceful gasp.

He’s pushing into you, the intrusion of him thicker than you remember. The searing heat from his skin spreads throughout your body, his chest pressing down into your own as he explores deeper.

“Deep breaths, my love.” Yet he’s struggling to steady his own. “That’s it, keep your eyes on me.” And this makes him so happy. “That’s so good, Liebling, precious thing…” (Darling)

Staring into his eyes, you wince, jaw dropping as he delves inside. It’s slow, gradual, because he knows if he goes any faster, this will be too quick of an endeavor.

Dipping his head down, he sighs out in awe. “Look at that, look how you open up for me. Oh, Süße, I’ve been dreaming of it since I left.” (Sweetheart)

“I’ve missed you, meine Kriegerin.” And that phrase forces a shiver through him. (My warrior)

“Oh, you were meant for it.” He grunts, finally thrusting into you with a desperate huff. “Meant to take me, to feel me deep inside… stretching you to fit. That’s it, keep breathing for me…”

But still, he’s not moving fast enough for you. It’s so slow that it’s agonizing, feeling the lazy drag of his veins against your walls, still sensitive from your first high. And it brings him great pride in knowing he gave you that gift so quickly. He’s hoping to give it to you again.

Feeling timid, you turn your head, hiding your face in the sheets. “P-Please.” But he just grins, coming down to grab your jaw, pulling your face back toward him.

“My cute little doll…” Your soldier muses, voice deep, sultry. “Say it again.” He’s addicted to it, addicted to the sounds you make when you’re taking it deep just the way he likes it.

His stare is possessive, dominant, insistent. And you give in. “Please.”

Just like that, he’s snapping his hips into your pelvis, and with every ounce of strength he has. It almost paralyzes you, the overstimulation of it all. His tongue on your neck, his body pressing you into the bed, his tip punching against your cervix.

Sliding his hand forward, König’s fingers intertwine with your own. He drags it up along the bed, holding it above your head. The groans coming from his chest rumble across your own, your head thrown back as you experience him. Jesus, you’ve missed this, you’ve prayed for this, to be in his arms again. Naturally, you cling to him, holding him as if he’ll never leave again. And you wish it was the truth.

“L-Liebling,” König grunts, feeling your nails dig into his back. He’s buried himself inside you, all the way to the hilt. “You’re squeezing around me so, so tightly.” His accent is thick, eyes closed as he attempts to even out his breaths. (Darling)

“I want it again.” Groaning, he shoves himself into you again, listening to the wet squelch of it. “Let me feel it, sweetling.”

“Please, make me. Make me, baby.”

Tilting your hips upward, you meet his thrusts. You’re squeezing his hand, feeling comforted by both his palm and the presence of his face in your neck. His muscular thighs flex against your legs, chest heaving above you as he feels you tremble. And the act of you clutching his hand, the sensation of you quivering around him, is making him lose his goddamn mind.

Your soft sobs provoke a small growl from his lips, his pelvis snapping against your sex. He’s throbbing inside you, scrotum drawing up tightly to his body as he begs for your release.

“König,” You wail, only to be met with, “Take it.”

What started out as innocently sweet has turned into ardent arousal, your body being ravaged by this hulk of a man. You’re his to claim, his to lay and spend every day with. And when he’s done wringing your body dry of pleasure, he’ll be there to coddle you, too.

Your body reacts so openly to him, whether or not he’s actively touching you. It’s all too easy for you to welcome him, your limbs wrapping around every inch of his body. The mere thought of your lover was enough to make your hands wander, your thoughts running wild in your head. Inhaling a sharp breath, you sigh, sliding your hand between your legs as you think of him.

But the sharp shrill of your phone shocks you back to reality, eyes blowing wide as your head snaps to the side. Immediately, you reach for it, heart lighting up with affection when you see who it is.

“König?” Your voice is eager, wanting.

“Meine Engel,” Comes that rough, sweet voice. “I am on my way.” (My angel)

Inside, your chest swells with emotion, head lolling back as you release a satisfied sigh. And on the other end of the phone, he hears you sniffle, smiling sincerely beneath the cover of his hood.

“I know, sweetling.” He coos, picturing your pretty face. “I’ll be there, I’ll be with you again soon.”

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pairing. lee chan (dino) x reader genre. fluff. warnings. bestfriends to lovers trope, kissing summary. "Where do you see yourself in the next ten years?", "Hmm, maybe I'll be a famous astronaut" Chan chuckled and asked. "That's cool, but what if... what if I was with you?" word count. 1352 a/n. GUYS! MAESTRO. STREAM. NOW! I wasn't going to post this until later but i had to talk about maestro being such a masterpiece! i had to come here and talk! seventeen always hits hard with their comebacks! I'M CRYINGGGGG! BRB

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The worn swing set creaked as Y/n pushed herself lazily back and forth, the setting sun casting a warm glow on the children's playground. Chan sat beside her, fiddling with a loose shoelace. They'd spent countless afternoons here, building forts, climbing the rusty monkey bars, and forging a friendship that transcended scraped knees and shared ice cream cones.

"Hey, Y/n," Chan started, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n stopped swinging and tilted her head towards him. "Yeah?"

"Where do you see yourself in the next ten years?"

The question which seemed to come out of nowhere, hung in the air, a foreign concept to their ten-year-old minds. Ten years seemed like an eternity. Y/n pondered, kicking her legs out to propel the swing higher.

"Hmm, maybe I'll be a famous astronaut," she declared, her eyes sparkling with imaginary constellations. "I'll be exploring different planets, discovering new life forms."

Chan chuckled. "That's cool, but what if... what if I was with you?"

His question warmed Y/n's cheeks. "With me, on a spaceship?"

"No, silly," Chan mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "Just... with you, in general."

The sudden shift in seriousness surprised Y/n. She felt a flicker of something new ignite in her chest, something beyond the comfort of a best friend. It was a seed planted that day, buried beneath the innocence of childhood.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

Years flew by like leaves in a whirlwind. They navigated the awkward middle school phase together, Chan with his ever-growing frame and Y/n with her blossoming self-confidence. High school brought a new wave of emotions. Y/n found herself stealing glances at Chan during lunch, admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his jaw clenched in concentration while studying.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, while sprawled on the living room floor surrounded by college brochures, Y/n decided to play a prank.

"Hey, Chan," she nudged him playfully. "Rumor has it you've had this giant crush on someone since forever. True or false?"

Chan choked on his laughter, spitting out a stray Cheerio. "What?! Who told you that?"

Y/n smirked while building up a lie. "The gossip fairies, obviously. Come on, spill. Who's the lucky girl?"

Chan averted his gaze, cheeks flushing a familiar red. "It's... no one. Just a silly rumor."

"You're telling me that you've had zero crushes your entire life? That's bullshit. Tell me who it is." Chan remained stubbornly silent.

“It’s not like that” Chan shyly replied while burying his face on some random college brochure.

“Then tell me..” Y/N tried to tickle him, a playful war of wills unfolding between them.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

College brought them to different cities, the constant physical connection severed. Yet, technology bridged the gap. Late-night phone calls, filled with laughter and whispered secrets, kept them close. One particularly lonely night, Y/n mustered up the courage to revisit their childhood question.

"Hey, Channie," she said, her voice soft over the phone line.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Do you remember when we were little, sitting on that old swing set?"

“Yeah, you said you wanted to be a famous astronaut” he softly laughed at the irony because you were studying to be a graphic designer.

“True, but do you remember what you said?” Y/n's heart hammered against her ribs.

That childhood question, once a whisper in the golden light of the setting sun, now hung heavy with unspoken emotions.

"Nope! No. No, I don't," Chan interjected a little too quickly.

Y/n chuckled. "Come on, don't play dumb. We were ten, talking about the future."

"Right, the future," Chan mumbled, his voice strained. "Look, it's getting late, we should probably—"

"Do you remember what you said?" Y/n pressed gently.

Silence. Then, a barely audible whisper, "Yeah, I remember."

"You said you wanted to be with me in the next ten years." The words hung heavy in the air, a shared memory dusted off after years.

"Y/n..."

A pause. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest. "Well, Chan?"

He was in love with her. The weight of that realisation both terrified and thrilled her. It was like a missing puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

They graduated, entered the 'real world', and found themselves back in the same city. Y/n, now a budding graphic designer, and Chan, pursuing his passion for music. They fell into a comfortable routine, spending weekends catching up, sharing dreams and anxieties.

One evening, walking home from their favourite ramen joint, the city lights painting the night sky, a comfortable silence settled between them. Suddenly, Chan stopped, turning towards her.

"Y/n," he began, his voice serious. "There's something I need to tell you."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "I... I've been wanting to tell you something for a long time," Chan finished, his voice barely a whisper. The streetlamp cast a golden glow on his face, highlighting the vulnerability in his eyes. Y/n, her own cheeks burning, felt a nervous flutter in her stomach.

"What is it, Chan?" she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, with a rush that took his breath away, Chan blurted out, "I'm in love with you, Y/n. I have been for a long time."

The weight of years lifted from Y/n's shoulders. A soft smile played on her lips. "You just found out?" she teased, mirroring his confession from their phone call years ago.

Chan's surprised laugh was a relief in the tense air. "You... you already knew?"

Y/n nodded shyly. "Maybe a little bit." Their eyes locked, both hesitantly reaching out, fingers brushing against each other like a test of the waters. The touch sent a spark of electricity through them, a jolt that ignited a dormant fire.

Suddenly, a loud car horn blared, startling them apart. They both burst into laughter, the tension dissipating into nervous energy.

"So," Y/n said, a playful glint in her eyes, "what are you going to do about it?"

Chan grinned, his eyes twinkling with a newfound confidence. "Well, how about we start with this?"

Before Y/n could react, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a hesitant peck. It was a simple touch, barely a brush of skin, but it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

They pulled back, both breathless. Y/n looked up at him, her eyes searching his. The spark was undeniable.

"Again," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Chan didn't hesitate this time. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. His kiss was different this time, deeper, filled with unspoken emotions they had both kept buried for years. It was a meeting of finally acknowledged feelings, a slow burn igniting into a passionate dance.

They pulled away slowly, foreheads resting together. The night air buzzed with the unspoken promises hanging between them.

"Wow," Y/n breathed, a shaky smile on her lips.

"Yeah," Chan murmured, his voice husky. "Wow."

They stood there for a moment, lost in the afterglow of their first real kiss. The streetlight seemed to dim just a fraction, creating a world of their own under the city lights.

"So," Y/n began, a playful smile returning to her face. "Does this mean no more pretending you don't remember the swing set incident?"

Chan chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Maybe I can make it up to you. Next time, the ten year plan will be a bit more specific."

Y/n laughed, leaning into him. "I like the sound of that."

Their future, once a fuzzy blur, was now starting to take shape, coloured by a newfound certainty. The childhood promise whispered on a swing set had finally blossomed into something real, a love story finally finding its voice.

As they walked hand-in-hand towards their home, the city lights twinkled above, a silent witness to the beginning of something beautiful – a love story ten years in the making.

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Was reading thru ur answered asks again (also hey lol i CAME BACK--) and like. Oh my god. It gave me The Most Idea.

So you get isekaied to Teyvat right? They hear your og language, they revere every single worf from your mouth, yadda yadda yadda. But like. How does SLANG AND THE OTHER ASPECTS OF UR OG LANGUAGE translate. I am having VERY heavy flashbacks to Pokemons "jelly filled donuts".

So like-- for example: (this is the first one that came to my head dont judge me i am tumblr trash) (lets also assume that traveler has perfect understanding of ur language and slang and all the nuances of it)

Lets say you and the traveler were hanging out with some of the Vision holders, and the traveler had some shenanigans and pranks or something planned. After they pull their shit, you say "i hate you so much (affectionate)". Which kind of throws the Vessels in for a loop because like-- their god literally just said they HATED someone. And hate is a PRETTY STRONG WORD. So they should DEFINITELY strike them down for catching their gods ire but-- AFFECTIONATE????? how does one hate someone affectionately???????? Does this mean their god hates the traveler but decided to recind their hate last second? Is it some form of Divine and Holy emotion that cannot be described by the mere words of their language????

Meanwhile youre just there vibin and having a blast with the traveler while you casually give them a philosophical crisis AHAHAHA

Another example is shortened words-- because i know teyvat doesnt have shit like "ily" or "omg" or "lmao" or "fyi" or "brb". Because honestly, without the cultural knowledge and background of the internet, these sets of letters are just fucking GIBBERISH.

And i know that like-- i know enough internet slang abbreviations that i can literally just talk in jumbles of letters, so how in the WORLD would the vessels interpret that? Because its very clear that their god is just using the letters of their language, HELL they might even use Teyvatian letters so what in the world are they saying????

So theyd just hear a convo between the traveler and reader thats like:

Reader: traveler, i gtg asap; tldr i forgot some stuff back in the cr brb

Traveler: wait fr?

Reader: yeah fr

Traveler: lol f

Reader: (sighs) ffs man-- anyways brb for real

Traveler: cya

And the vessels are just watching the exchange like "huh?? What????? What just happened here??????" And theyre just wondering if they used teyvatian to talk in the "divine language of the gods" but nah-- yall are just dickin around AHAHA

Hey, so it came to my attention some of this was AAVE, and while i am southern so things like "ya'll" got included w/o me thinking - thats not an excuse for me to use this as a white person.

so if you wouldnt mind letting me please know if i do this as we talk abt language more and more - i do not want to repeat shit like this again.

I'm genuinely sorry to any black readers out there.

I've personally seen and cringed with you when I see imagines/reader things that assume a white person as default,

All I can do in ur eyes is promise that I am actively putting a stop to my ignorance of things like AAVE, and ask for forgiveness (which you arent obligated to give, never feel that way).

So with that in mind, read the ask below with caution, although it has since been edited.

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ITS YOU!! >:D

A treat for ur ask my liege 🤲🍪✨️

I think u were literally the first asker after my first SAGAU/Isekai language brainrot post!! Omg u came back with a banger LMAO

What in the public menace is this...

(Gif is traveler and u pranking bitches)

Traveler knowing our world + language + SLANG?? INTERNET?? is SUCH A CONCEPT

So much room for inside jokes

I absolutely love the first one u said about phrases these days/gen z ig? slang

Its like so dramatic now that i think about it

Hate / love / dead / die / just straight up threats towards ur friends as affection or if theyre annoying u 😭

So many explicitives that make it hit harder too "go fucking die, my love <3"

^^^Or yeah like contradictions lol

♤

I think it was @nexylaza (srry abt the tag!) who replied to one of my earlier asks about blunt language how that might sound like to Teyvatians like ur emotions sound more extreme than what u actually feeling (which makes sense ur literally using hate = mildly dislike LMAO)

Same situation here like what u said ^^^

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(Ok i did lovely Aether awhile back so we'll go w/ Lumine this time! <3 u Aether!!)

*idk at an event/party for your arrival or something, and ya hungry fucks r hoarding the buffet table lol 🍻

You: "Shut the fuck up Lumine-"

Lumine: "Why r u pouring ur drink like ur in a earthquake lmao? Shaky hands lol"

*The immediate area of people around you go dead silent

*Lumine laughs

💀💀!!

Lumine: "Your gonna miss our cups LMAO"

You: "Bitch!" (u grinnin too lol)

*the whole rooms now quiet 😭

Lumine: "Don't spill- 🤣"

You: "I fucking hate you u whore <3"

(And u give the most genuine like abt to laugh smile🥰 )

*...a confused and kinda scared tension fills the room lol

*So poor Noelle, is like, oh. my. god. Creator is that upset with Lumine?? I must try to see what happened, how I can help! I dont remember Lumine doing anything bad to them! Shes wonderful y u do this to her 🥲

Noelle: "Uh, um, e-excuse me? Is every-everything al-alright, Y-y-your Majesty?"

You: "Huh? Yeah why??"

Noelle: "...w-well..."

UR FACE LIKE "😗?" LMFAO

*The room is staring at Lumine, in a mix of like shock, fear, and a little admiration for taking ur hate?? mood swing??? so well,,

theyre just waiting on Noelle to get an answer from you as to why you hate someone u seemed to care so much about, esp since they were ur first vessel 💀

look what you did their poor hearts u gonna give them a heart attack soon

Noelle: "A-a-a-a-are y-y-you s-sure??"

SHE IS SWEATIN

You: "🤨🤨??"

*Lumine finally notices why theyre all quiet and kinda concerned looking, bc u sure as hell wouldnt 😭 (i mean it is normal speech for u)

And Lumine's like: "No Noelle we're all good! It's just how Your Grace's home world, er, speaks for slang? Its overexagerated purposely dont worry love"

...

*Im sure they dont all believe her (or even you if u tell them 😭) and are just like,, REALLY NERVOUS CHUCKLING WHILE LIKE SWEATING-

And it takes a good like 10 minutes for the conversations to start getting back to their volume again, and they all still are looking over their shoulder checking on you guys 😰

(U did pour drinks w/o spillin tho🍻)

♡

THE TEXTING SLANNGGG

Ok, but u and Lumine would fucking write letters to people, and being the little shits pranksters u are,

(Bc u kno Teyvat dont got nothing else bc we're in the medival ages, besides having cameras- 🙄 )

And u guys r constantly-

"oh yes yes, that sounds all well and good Keqing, please inform the Qixing that I'll be there ASAP"

AND THEN-

"oh haha, silly me, i forgot that only Lumine/you get that stuff, sorryyyy 😋!!!"

SOME PUBLIC MENACES LMFAO PLEASE

And it just spreads to ALLLL the official documents u write or literally any letters sent to anybody-

And everyone else is feeling like the friend that got sacrificed to walk in the grass instead of the sidewalk 💀💀

While also being like "??¿?¿??? 🥲🥲😀😀???"

Is this ancient code?? Why does Lumine get to know it??

Why dont the like??? really old deities understand it??!!

But then nerds like Tighnari, Albedo, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Sucrose, Ayaka, Kokomi, Xingqiu, Childe, Yanfei, Shenhe, Kazhua, Sara, Ayato, Heizou, Cyno, Kaeya

Try to "solve" the letters or slang, poor things and not a single one of them gets it (y did u do this to them lmao)

(God i finally looked at a character list so i wouldnt leave anyone out, but theres so many of these fucks by now help)

^^^But all these ppl try to solve it in different ways/for different reasons that im too lazy to type out individually, u can see it right??

Some see this as an ancient scholarly code thing, some of them think of it like a rlly hard puzzle, and some just rlly want to put the mental effort into knowing/not being left out 😭😭

And if anybody happens to see some letter exchanges w/ Lumine or like any written responses, you do not. stop. using. text slang. back to back.

(Like what u put in the ask💀)

And its so miserable for those characters mentioned especially, bc they look like scrambled letters 😭

Honestly them seeing u two talk to each other via letters just proves that the letters even mean anything at all to them, bc how did u understand each other, otherwise???!!

(No one would ever realize u guys were fucking around unless u told them 💀)

✨️Sorry✨️this✨️isnt✨️that✨️great✨️i✨️just✨️wanted✨️ to✨️ expand✨️ on✨️ what ✨️u ✨️already ✨️had ✨️nothing ✨️new✨️ 🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

I felt feral and out of it when i wrote this, i literally dont remember a single word i typed on that bullet list..

SO i still have asks/requests im gonna answer but i will be posting my follower event poll!! CLICK ME :) ♡

Yall get to choose what i write about for some posts :D

(You can be a new follower!)

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BTW

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WHAT A GENIUS

I hope my shit writing was somewhat ok of a reply to read to pay u back for that great idea lol

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bratshaws · 2 months

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through the hourglass 364. brb x oc

a/n: ello (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She didn’t sleep well that night.

She lied there, eyes locked on the ceiling as her husband slept next to her. She was trying to understand what was going on, and why oh why they don’t have a break from this. Beatrice exhales quietly through her nose, looking back at Rooster who had his back to her.

So, what did they had on John so far?

…nothing.

Mav called Cyclone but all the Vice-Admiral could say was that he did look like Rooster, but he didn’t look that old to be his uncle.

She turned onto her side, her gaze lingering on Rooster's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so serene, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside her. Beatrice smiles softly, gently brushing some of the hair that curled on his forehead.

She slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to wake Rooster as she made her way downstairs. She needed some time alone, some space to clear her head and sort through her thoughts.

The house was quiet as Beatrice descended the stairs, the only sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. She paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she gazed out into the darkness beyond.

The night air was cool against her skin, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees in the yard. Beatrice closed her eyes, letting the peacefulness of the night envelop her, if only for a moment.

With a sigh, Beatrice turned away from the window and made her way to the living room. She settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket around her shoulders as she curled up against the cushions. She heard Jolene’s claws clicking, looking back only to see the pittie trotting towards her, “Hey girlie.” she smiles, “C’mere.” and she pats the cushion.

Jolene wagged her tail happily, her tongue lolling out in a canine grin as she bounded onto the couch beside Beatrice. The warmth of her furry body pressed against Beatrice's side, and Beatrice stroked Jolene's soft fur. Jolene leaned into the touch, emitting a contented sigh as she nuzzled closer to Beatrice.

"You're such a good girl, Jolene," Beatrice murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Jolene responded with a gentle woof, her eyes filled with warmth as she gazed up at Beatrice once she plopped her head on her thigh. “Yeah,girl,I know…” she rubs her eyes, “I’m just a bit tired is all.”

Beatrice sat in the quiet of the living room, her thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. With a heavy sigh, Beatrice leaned back against the cushions, her gaze fixed on the wind outside, the leaves moving, fall was just around the corner.

With a weary sigh, Beatrice closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into a restless sleep. Her dreams were filled with whispers and shadows, with echoes of a past she couldn't quite grasp.

It doesn’t last long because she hears his footsteps walking down the stairs.

Beatrice stirred from her restless slumber as she heard the soft padding of footsteps descending the stairs. She blinked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up on the couch, glancing towards the source of the sound.

Rooster emerged from the darkness, his silhouette illuminated by the dim glow of the moon filtering through the windows. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze searching the room until he spotted Beatrice sitting on the couch.

"Hey, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice soft with concern. "I thought I heard you downstairs. Everything okay?"

Beatrice forced a tired smile, nodding as she pushed herself up from the couch. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice hoarse with sleep. "Just couldn't sleep, that's all."

Rooster's brows furrowed with worry as he approached Beatrice, his eyes filled with tenderness as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "You sure?" he asked, his tone gentle. "You seem...restless."

Beatrice sighed, leaning into Rooster's touch as she met his gaze. "It's nothing, really," she insisted, forcing herself to sound more awake than she felt. "Just...a lot on my mind, I guess."

Rooster studied Beatrice for a moment, his gaze searching hers for any signs of distress. He seemed to sense her reluctance to talk about whatever was bothering her, but he respected her boundaries, choosing instead to offer her comfort and support.

"Okay," he said softly, pulling Beatrice into his arms. "Want some company?”

Beatrice melted into Rooster's embrace, feeling a rush of warmth and security wash over her as she rested her head against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline in the midst of a storm.

Rooster held her close, his arms strong and comforting around her. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing against her hair with a gentle caress. "Now,gorgeous.” he begins, “What’s bothering you really?”

"It's just...everything," Beatrice finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The uncertainty, the constant worry...about you, about the kids, about...everything."

Rooster tightened his embrace,and his fingers gently tracing soothing circles on her back as he listened to her pour out her fears and anxieties.

"I feel like I'm drowning sometimes," Beatrice continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "Like no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to catch my breath. And then there's...this whole ordeal."

“Hmmm…”

She blinked up at him, “...you don’t seem that bothered about it.”

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's observation, his gaze shifting away for a moment before meeting her eyes once more. "I won't lie, Bea," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "It's not that I'm not bothered by it, but... I guess we’ve been through so much already.” he shrugs “And yeah, it is weird and yeah, this is……uh…I dunno, not something I’d like but, we’ll be okay.”

Beatrice studied Rooster's face, searching for any signs of the turmoil she knew must be brewing beneath the surface. She could see the shadows of worry in his eyes, the furrow of his brow betraying the weight of his thoughts.

"Sometimes it's easier to put on a brave face than to let the fear consume you," Rooster continued, his voice soft but resolute. "But that doesn't mean I'm not affected by it. It's just...I've learned to compartmentalize, I guess. Which,I know, it’s something I don’t have to do but…right now its helping.’

“...okay.” she frowns, “...I just wish we had a break, you know. We…dealt with so much in the past five months…”

Beatrice's words hung heavy in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they had faced in recent months. Rooster felt a pang of guilt wash over him as he listened to her, knowing that he had played a part in their shared struggles.

"I know, Bea," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I wish I could give you the break we deserve, but...I just don't know how."

Beatrice leaned back slightly, meeting Rooster's gaze with a sad smile. "It's not your fault, Roos," she assured him, her voice gentle but firm. "We'll find a way to get through it, just like we always do."

"You're amazing, you know that?" he said softly, his voice filled with awe. "Even when everything seems impossible, you still find a way to keep going. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed with warmth at Rooster's words, her heart fluttering with affection. She leaned into his touch, savoring the closeness they shared as she looked into his eyes.

"We're a team, Roos," she replied, her voice steady with determination. “It is stressful but…we’ll be okay.”

Rooster felt a surge of pride swell within him at Beatrice's words, his love for her deepening with each passing moment. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

"I love you, Bea," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "More than anything in this world."

"I love you too, Roos," Beatrice whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I’m sorry for waking you up.”

Rooster shook his head, his grip tightening around Beatrice as he held her close. "Don't apologize, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "You can wake me up any time."

Beatrice nestled into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her at his words. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully relax in the warmth of his arms, the weight of their worries momentarily lifted from her shoulders.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's embrace, finding solace in the simple act of being together. Eventually, Rooster broke the silence, his voice gentle as he spoke. “Gorgeous.”

‘Hm?”

“As much as I love our couch, maybe we could go back to bed, hm?” he smiles, “Because it’s bigger and better?”

Rooster's suggestion brought a small smile to Beatrice's lips as she looked up at him. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she agreed softly, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her. "Our bed does sound more comfortable."

With a shared nod, Rooster helped Beatrice to her feet, his arms wrapping around her waist as he guided her towards the bedroom. They moved slowly, savoring the intimacy of the moment as they made their way through the dimly lit hallway.

As they entered the bedroom, Beatrice shuffled towards the bed, slipping under the covers with Rooster close behind her. They settled into their usual positions, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of each other's embrace.

Rooster wrapped his arms around Beatrice, pulling her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry you're feeling stressed, Bea," he murmured, his voice filled with concern. "But I promise, we'll get through this together."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with gratitude for his unwavering love and support. She reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek as she met his gaze. “I know…I just want your ceremony this saturday to go well…”

“It will go well.”

She smiles more, “...it will…” she yawns quietly “At least…well, we’ll sleep well tonight,right?”

Rooster's arms tightened around Beatrice, offering her a sense of security and comfort as they settled into bed together. He pressed another tender kiss to her forehead before shifting slightly to make them both more comfortable.

"Absolutely, gorgeous," he replied softly, his voice a soothing murmur in the quiet of their bedroom. "We'll sleep like babies tonight."

“More than our own babies?”

He chuckles, ‘More than our own babies.”

Beatrice nestled into Rooster's embrace, feeling the weight of her worries begin to lift as she relaxed into the warmth of their shared bed. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the tranquility of the moment.

As they lay together in the darkness, the only sound in the room was the steady rhythm of their breathing. Beatrice listened to the sound, finding a sense of peace in the simple act of being with Rooster.

Rooster shifted beside her, his warmth seeping into her bones as he pulled her closer. "I'm glad you're here with me, Bea," he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper in the stillness of the night.

Beatrice smiled with her eyes closed. "I'm glad too, Roos," she replied softly, her voice filled with affection. "You are…my favorite person.” she whispers, “In the whole wide world.”

Oh his poor heart couldn’t take how cute his wife was while sleepy.

"You're my favorite person too, Bea," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "I love you more than anything."

Beatrice smiled, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to Rooster. She felt a sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that she was safe and loved in his embrace. With a contented smile, she allowed herself to drift off into a peaceful slumber, her worries melting away in the warmth of their love.

He glanced down at Beatrice, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful like this, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her.

With a gentle touch, Rooster brushed a stray strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his fingers lingering against her soft skin. He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, savoring the sweetness of the moment as he whispered words of love and affection into her ear.

“We’ll be okay,gorgeous.” he whispers against her skin, then inhales the lavender clinging to her hair, “...we’ll be okay.”

They just had to figure out who this John was.

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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GIRL I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW HOSHI ROT SAME SAME.

So. I have a few.

- I bet Hoshi it's the type to squeal and get hyped when you do little things: set a pic of him as your lockscreen, support his tiger agenda, stay awake waiting for him to get home... I bet he'd tell everyone about all those things.

- He's absolutely the type to get matching things for you both: hoodies, silly pajamas, phone cases ...

And now for the true brain rot:

- I see him being open to try new things in bed but I think he'd hesitate a lot when it involves "hurting" you in some way (like spanking or edging) Like, he'd say "Okay let's do it!!" And then in the last moment scream "Ahhhh I can't" and hide his face in your neck

- You could surprise him with nice lingerie one day and then he'd get obsessed with it and randomly buy you cute sets for you to wear (and for him to ruin)

I'll be back if I remember more brb

Me opening this ask and being overwhelmed with feelings. But fr thank you for sending it in. Lets go over these one by one shall we?

I bet Hoshi it's the type to squeal and get hyped when you do little things: set a pic of him as your lockscreen, support his tiger agenda, stay awake waiting for him to get home... I bet he'd tell everyone about all those things.

100% percent. Imagine him just bragging to the rest of the group about how supportive you are. Holding you close, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as he takes your phone and shows your lockscreen to like Jihoon. Who ofc just rolls his eyes. "My baby loves me so much." You'd be so embarrassed but then just pick up his phone and show them the picture he has set of you. "Looks like my baby loves me so much too?" He'd just laugh and kiss your neck nodding.

- He's absolutely the type to get matching things for you both: hoodies, silly pajamas, phone cases ...

Like no joke every time he comes home you get a new matching item. He gets that cute little cat beanie, well so do you just in a different color. "Couple beanies!"

LOL I love this so much. The idea of him nodding and just being like I can do that sure. Being such a daddy about it. All sexy. Getting you naked, all laid out for him. His hand running over your ass then as soon as he's about to slap your ass he just laughs and hides his face. "But what if it hurts?!" You would just groan into your pillow as he kissed your neck and ran his fingers between your legs trying to make you feel good instead. "That's the point Soonyoung...a little pain feels good baby." Now you've peaked his interest again.

- You could surprise him with nice lingerie one day and then he'd get obsessed with it and randomly buy you cute sets for you to wear (and for him to ruin)

You'd have more lingerie than clothes and then imagine you decide to wear like a corset top under a blazer in public??? He's fucking done for. He's drooling into his dinner. He's undressing you with his eyes the entire dinner and then by the time he has you in the car he's got his fingers buried inside you muttering in your ear about how fucking delicious you look. How he can wait to ruin your lingerie and you.

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nightswithkookmin · 2 years

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Did you watch the recent Run BTS episode? It filled me with such joy.

They're such a bunch of chaotic individuals when they're together in that environment. My brain is out of practice speed reading the multiple translations! 😆

The editors of Run BTS are *chefs kiss*. Hobi & Namjoon are their biggest victims.

And JK imitating Bam, then Jimin immediately calling him 'Bamie'. 🥰 Plus JK's, "Is he leaving? What did he say?" My delulu mind is convinced JK went to Lotte World because he thought that's where Jimin would go. 🤭

Mi love your brain

Okay, I'm finna watch it😆

If you are free now let's have a watch party 🥳

I'll just keep updating this post with my live reaction.

LET'S GOOOOO

Aaaaaaaaahhhh- NOT THIS SONG PLAYING AT THE START! LAWD I'M IN MY FEEELSSSSS!!!!

HOLD. I need to twerk on the beat!

RUN BULLET PROOF RUN RUN BULLET PROOF

Enough time has passed to make a baby?? Boy if you don't stop🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

No but JUNGKOOK?💀

This is such a weird habit to have not gonna lie. Change Jimin's position in a line up and he would almost always so naturally and so unconsciously turn to face him. That's his north star 🌟 right there. This is too much for me to handle🤧

PARK JIMIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Let me play the beast to your beauty!

Lets role play. I'll wear red you wear blue🥺

Naa JIMIN! ITS JUST ONE MINUTE IN.

YALL COME GET YOUR BIAS!

Literally one minute in and he's already feeding into Jungkook's praise Kink. SO SICKENING. For a "submissive gay looking guy" he sure knows how to TOP💀

Just one of these days Jimin will look into the camera and tell me I'm a good girl naughty kitten. Fingers crossed on the universe. It will happen. Thank you baby Jesus for an answered prayer. In Jesus' name, Mwah

Eh????

Where is everyone?? OK. I'm taking a break. Brb

Sorry, I took a long bathroom break- which is a lie but imma need yall to believe it- so let's carry on.

I love how JM talks about growth and just how pragmatic and realistic he is in assuming change is erratic and inevitable. People change in the minutetest of ways every second. Yet some people in the Fandom hold them to their past selves everyday, adamant to accept they may feel different about certain "friendship" bonds they formed at the inception of their band, may have gotten used to or over their fear of intimacy and now can let themselves be vulnerable in a way that doesn't threaten their sense of self, may have recoiled a bit and found a new appreciation for their privacy and overall might know the script a little bit better now to control the narrative.

And the contrast between Jikook is marvelous. Its been so long I forgot how merely watching them on screen feels so wholesome. Look how effortlessly JM exudes such wild dark feminine enery which is usually in his resting face but can switch it up into this aegyo childlike character sprinkled with performative innocent- yet he is far from innocent. A power damsel is what he is.

Contrastinly, you have Jungkook who for all intent and purposes looks far from innocent, strong, traditionally "MASCULINE" but has such an innocent almost childlike soul. I want to hug them both.

[Aside. You guys, this is weird huh? I'm shy sharing my raw thoughts with you like this☺ This is how people start thinking I'm weird and shit but I'm just a very passionate person]

Update.

There's something really warm and humbling about Namjoon asking Jungkook for answers and telling him he is so smart.

Oops. There it is, the OT7 Jungkook praise chorus🤣🤣🤣

I swear if he doesn't have a praise Kink he's certainly being conditioned to develop one🤣🤣🤣🤣

GOLDY

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theknittinggoblin · 11 months

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I'm travelling internationally soon, and I just found out that despite my destination country allowing you to bring your pets with you if you fill in the forms, none of the airlines we could travel with allow pets to be flown to or through there. At all.

I'm gonna have to leave my cat here with my parents for 1-2 years.

Brb just gonna go cry for 10000 years

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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 8 months

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For every action, a reaction - Chapter 1 - Inertia

Pairing: Raven Scientist (Victoria Van Gale/The Raven Leader)

Summary: Taking a step back from our poetry nerds, this instalment focuses on academic research projects, less than legal shenanigans, and most importantly, two coworkers who are smart enough to be geniuses in their respective areas but apparently not enough to confess.

Over the span of two decades.

Seriously.

Somebody has to do something. Before all their students lose their minds.

Updates weekly.

Notes: Hey, you guys! Welcome to another part in the Carpe Diem series. This one diverges a bit from the previous content (as you may have guessed from the lack of latin motto title), but it was still planned alongside the other fics in the verse and was intended to be part of the story all along. I'd strongly reccomend reading the previous instalments in the verse before getting to this, however, in case sketchbook is not your jam, I guess I should just say that this is an University AU and release you into the wild. Hope you have fun, because I sure had a blast writing it!

You hear those cries for help? Yeah, I currently have @waddles-ex-machina locked in my basement. Only gonna let her out if I hear you all guys saying 'thank you, waddles'. Takes a real trooper to proof read this thing, let me tell you. Brb gotta go check if she's doing well inside the lil cage (which is to say, once more, thank you so much, waddles. you're a true angel <3)

Read it on ao3: (Carpe Diem verse) (This chapter)

When Victoria first came to the University of Trolberg, she was full of energy and eager to prove herself. The university had accepted her for their doctorate program, during which she’d also be an assistant professor to the Weather Sciences undergrads, and she couldn’t wait to spread the knowledge she’d acquired (and to get even more in the process).

The project she was working on wasn't exactly revolutionary; she’d get there, eventually, there was still time. But it was something that made her heart beat faster, so she was sure she’d end up doing a better job than all those stuffy professors who walked around like the world had done them a disservice by existing. Victoria was excited by the knowledge and the possibilities, and she was sure that that was the right path.

Before the school year even began, she found herself treading through the campus grounds, holding in her hands a device she’d helped build. Her current research was on the effect aerosols had on the weather, so she’d decided that measuring the concentrations of those particles in the area she’d be studying for the next couple of years would be helpful.

One thing she hadn’t taken into consideration, however, was the fact that for her being focused meant losing any notion of time. And space. And reality. And, well, anything that would be useful to her in an unfamiliar, open field. But that was just life, wasn’t it?

She’d been in the middle of gently hitting her device, since its panel had started showing readings that were most certainly not true, when an all too familiar rumble filled the air. Victoria should have realised this was coming, it was her job, goddamnit, but she’d been too immersed in walking around with her measuring machine and writing its readings down to notice the things that really mattered: the static in the atmosphere, the humidity, the clouds closing in and blocking the sunlight.

The price for her misstep came in the form of heavy drops of cold water. Knowing that rain was only the first step, and that soon lightning would likely follow, Victoria began running away as fast as she could. At some point during her walking, she’d entered a forest that she assumed was where the Biology people did their field work, and among the trees she had remained. If she wanted to survive much longer, though, she would have to change that immediately.

Victoria barely felt the weight of her backpack as she jumped over fallen tree branches and dodged puddles of mud. What was truly bothering her were her clothes; the feeling of wet clothes sticking to her skin drove her insane, making her wonder how wise it was to stop running and take them all off. In the end she decided that risking death by lightning or by pneumonia wasn’t worth it, but spent her entire marathon cursing the water that dripped from her clothes and down her legs, soaking her socks inside her galoches. As soon as she was safe, she promised herself she’d fling them far, far away.

Strands of black hair stuck to her forehead, but she didn’t have the time to stop and tie them back, even if they drove her as insane as her clothes. She needed to get out of there, if lightning began and hit one of the trees near her, she was a dead woman.

Or at least a really angry and hurt one.

When finally the limit of the forest came into sight, Victoria almost laughed in victory; she only didn’t do so because she realised that what came next was an open field, and if any rays decided to fall in the general vicinity, she’d certainly be taken for target. There really was no way to win.

Breathing heavily, she stopped running when she reached the border of the forest. Water and wind clouded her vision and made her eyes sting, and with the part of her brain that hadn’t been overcome by adrenaline and sent into survival mode she thought that it would have been much smarter of her to have turned back the way she came when the rain started, instead of running further into the unknown. But there was no turning back now.

There was a scream in the distance.

With the gale ricocheting all around her, it was a wonder she even heard it, and a miracle she didn’t assume that it was coming from inside her own mind. But another second of attention made her recognize the scream for what it was.

An offer of help.

“Over here!” The voice shouted. “A few more metres! There’s shelter!”

Fuck it. Victoria thought. I’m gonna die anyway, it might as well be in the hands of a stranger in the woods. I hope they make a true crime podcast about me.

So she ran. And when she was close enough that the curtain of falling water didn’t stop her from seeing it, a small cottage showed itself to her with all the grandiosity of an oasis in the desert.

Almost as soon as she was on the porch, a towel was put over her shoulders. She was told to take off her boots and go inside the house, where the person who had shouted after her, a woman with a kind smile and short brown hair made her sit in front of the fire to warm herself.

She was safe. That same woman would later on give her a warm change of clothes and a mug of tea, and tell her she’d only been able to see her because of the light coming from her device, which had not resisted the run through the open field. That would lead them to talk about Victoria’s project, which would in return spark a conversation about the woman’s job, and lead them to the realisation that they worked for the same university now, and would be kind of like coworkers once classes began.

And that was the first time Victoria met Birgitta Bloom.

………

The first time the Earth Sciences department organised a joint lecture and invited both of them to be in it, it had seemed like a happy coincidence. It had still been early on in the semester, but the head of the department had found it best to offer that presentation as soon as possible; conclusions about climate change became more worrying by the second, after all. At that point, they had already become friendly acquaintances, waving and smiling at each other whenever they crossed paths in a corridor and following each other on facebook, however little they both used it.

It was by doing so, in fact, that Victoria had found out that the cottage she’d met Birgitta in was her own, and part of the land she and a couple of other sponsors had bought in order to keep it for conservation. It was a budding project, but a noble one in Victoria’s opinion, and the only thing that surprised her about it was that apparently during her foray she’d left the campus’ grounds without even noticing. She only hoped there hadn’t been any fences she’d jumped over, because otherwise she’d really need to worry about her lack of attention to her surroundings.

Excited about having been invited to take part in something like that, Victoria had found Birgitta in her office and invited her over for coffee at her apartment, so that they could plan their lesson properly.

That was a normal thing that coworkers did on a strictly professional scope, right?

Not having had a car, or any loved ones living in Trolberg when she moved there for her doctorate, Victoria hadn’t seen the point in renting a place in town. Instead, she lived in an apartment complex that was just outside of campus, like most students who were there to continue their education after their masters degree.

They took the ten minute walk there together, shooting ideas for the lecture at each other. She kept worrying she’d run out of things to say, and then the silence between them would be awkward, but it hadn’t been the case. It seemed like the more they talked, the more they had to discuss with each other.

Her apartment wasn’t at all impressive, especially not now that she hadn’t even bothered to finish taking all of her possessions out of their cardboard boxes and into their new designated places. Victoria had figured she’d spend most of her time in the campus, so she had only rented a one bedroom with a living room and a small kitchen. Knowing her working habits, she might as well have rented a bedroom on its own, but Helper needed a bit more space to lounge around.

In the end, it was him who first caught Birgitta’s attention when they arrived. They had been talking about how it would be good to open their lecture giving the audience an update on recent studies and findings and then move on to a discussion, when Victoria opened the front door and they were put face to face with a scruffy orange cat, licking its own side.

“Oh, how adorable!” Birgitta squealed at the first sight of it, making him startle and look up at her. “Is it yours?”

Victoria closed the door behind them and blinked as her coworker crouched down to let her cat sniff her hand.

“Well, it is my house. Would be a little awkward if he wasn’t, really.”

“What’s his name?” The cat already was pressing his head against her hand, earning a gentle caress to his pale fur. Old age was beginning to come for the poor dear.

“Helper.” She stood by her side in the middle of her living room, watching as her cat, who barely ever let anyone other than her come close, purred in delight with Birgitta’s attention.

“Oh, and does he help you with anything?”

“He knocks my stuff over, so there’s that.”

Birgitta’s chuckle was melodic and gentle, which was fortunate. If her laughter was the loud type that sounded like something breaking, Victoria would probably still try to get it out of her, but she wouldn’t enjoy her success as much.

This sound, however? She could hear that for the rest of her life with no complaints. And little did she know at that time, but that was precisely what she would have to do.

…......

Fifteen years later

“You’re distracted today, professor.” The girl said, sipping at her coffee while looking at her with curious eyes. “More than usual, at least. Did anything happen?”

With a weary sigh, Victoria let her spine slide down the back of the bench they were sitting at, making her posture look more like a shrimp’s than that person’s. It was a cold winter morning; Christmas break was only a couple of weeks away, and Victoria was eagerly looking forward to it. Not for Christmas in itself, but to get an escape from the nightmare circus that was her life in that University. She hugged her knee length white coat, which looked almost like a cold weather version of the lab coat she was always in, tighter around herself as if that could protect her from that student’s penetrating stare.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. I’m fine.”

The lift of her brows was enough to tell Victoria that she didn’t believe her for a moment.

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me.” She said, toying with a ring on her finger with one hand and holding her paper cup with the other, fingers stiff due to the cold. “But you’ve seen me vulnerable and you’ve helped. I just want you to know you can trust me to do the same.”

It was hard to not trust her, given all the maturity and strength she’d shown since they met, but surely there were boundaries that had to be respected in a relationship between professor and alumni. It had been a weird day, that. She’d been in the library, looking for a book one of her students had asked her about, and heard some sniffing from a nearby shelf. Somehow, she’d ended up at the cafeteria, trying her best to console someone who was barely more than a teenager, and definitely not Victoria’s problem.

And yet, here they were. They had each other’s phone numbers and now frequently met for coffee around campus. After all, what was Victoria losing with that? Even after all those years at the university, she hadn’t made any true friends, and that student seemed like the sort of person who also didn’t have the easiest of rides connecting to people.

Especially not now that her reputation had been trashed, she supposed.

In the end, she decided that no matter how unprofessional it was, it would do no harm, so why keep avoiding it? She’d already found herself in a spot where she was in love with the same woman for over a decade and the only person she felt comfortable enough to open her heart to was a disgraced English and History student, so it wasn’t like things could possibly get worse at that point. Or at least, she preferred to believe they couldn’t.

“Ugh. You win.” She groaned, as if she hadn’t been dying to talk the subject over with someone. “The person I like is single again. She broke up with her boyfriend - they were only together for a couple of months, really - and before I came to meet you she found me and gave me the news. She was smiling. What the hell does it mean when someone tells you they’re single while smiling?”

Kaisa gave her a level look after checking that there was no coffee left in her cup. “Listen, I am far from being an expert. But my mother made me sit through enough romcoms that I think it’s safe to say she wants you to ask her out.”

“It’s not like that between us.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It can’t be like that. We basically work together, imagine the mess if we got together and the even bigger mess if we fell apart!”

“Don’t you think that that’s a problem for… future Victoria?” Kaisa answered, hoping that it was the right thing to say. In all honesty, she could see the merit in that logic of Victoria’s. Not risking it was definitely safer, and you sure as hell wouldn’t catch her doing something silly like ‘confessing feelings’ anywhere in the near future. But the girl found that she was much better at helping people when she gave the advice she imagined Tildy would give, instead of her own.

“Well, yeah, but future Victoria would be pissed if I let her take the fall. Besides, I don’t even know if she likes women!”

“Show me a picture.”

Victoria blinked at her. “Pardon?”

“Yeah, show me a picture. I want to know what she looks like.”

Sure, why not, Victoria thought even as she picked up her cellphone in her pocket. It’s not like we’re both professors at the institution where she studies. How badly could this end?

After a brief moment of fumbling with her gloves before she managed to unlock her phone, she opened Birgitta's profile on Instagram, and handed it into Kaisa’s waiting hands.

“I hate this website.” Victoria grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “No idea how to use it.”

Without looking up, Kaisa answered. “And yet, you have an account.”

“Yes, well-” She failed to keep herself in check and began bouncing a leg. “It’s the one she’s the most active in currently.”

“Aw, that is cute.” Still scrolling through the profile, Kaisa had been too immersed in looking at the pictures to remember to put any intonation in her sentence, but Victoria appreciated the sentiment even if it was delivered in a monotone. “I’ll give it to you, I hate it as well. Can’t see the point in it.”

“Even for stalking crushes?” Victoria snorted.

“Oh, I don’t think I have to worry about there being any cottagecore lesbians in my future.”

“What the-” She stopped bouncing her leg as she turned to the girl, who was still scrolling. “What the fuck is a cottagecore?”

“It’s this.” Kaisa looked up and met her eyes for long enough to assure herself that the professor could see her pointing at the screen. “This is a cottagecore. She’s gay, by the way.”

Victoria opened her mouth. No sound came out, but a puff of smoke came from it. From the moment she’d met Kaisa, the girl had acted a lot more insecure than what the professor would consider healthy. And yet, here she was, sounding like a judge issuing a verdict.

“But she had a boyfriend.”

“I’m using ‘gay’ as an umbrella term” Kaisa rolled her eyes, like she was the professor talking to an uneducated interlocutor. “And she has a pixie cut. There’s just no other explanation.”

With her elbows resting against her knees and rubbing her temples, the scientist sighed. “Listen, I know that this may be the case for your generation, and if it is, all the power to you guys, but there are some truly nasty people my age with pixie cuts, you know?”

“Well, yeah, but she leads a conservation land trust, so she’s clearly not a Karen. Gay is the only other option.”

Victoria opted against asking who Karen was and why she was bad, and turned to look at Kaisa again. The girl was looking at her with one corner of her mouth lifted up. Either it was an attempt at a compassionate smile, or the girl was restraining herself from laughing at her. Victoria decided that both were equally probable as she was handed her cell phone again.

“Don’t stress about it. I’m sure everything will work out in its due time.”

“You sound like one of those generic gift cards.”

“Isn’t that how comforting people works?”

It was, Victoria supposed. But next time she’d probably rather Kaisa be direct with her and just tell her what she was thinking. There were enough cheesy gift cards in the world, Kaisa didn’t need to pose as one of them. Something told Van Gale that the girl probably felt the same.

“Anyway. Thank you for listening, even if this was stupid. See, this is why I love your generation. I don’t even have to worry about you being a bigot before coming out.”

The look Kaisa gave her made her wonder if she had inadvertently committed a hate crime, or if she had been wrong and Kaisa had been just waiting for the conversation to end to commit a hate crime herself.

“Holy shit.” The student whispered, bringing her hands to her mouth as her eyebrows drew closer. “Van Gale, I know the first thing we need to fix in your life.”

“And that is…?”

“Your abysmal fucking gaydar.”

………

One year later

Edmund felt lost in his life. After having graduated in Biology, there seemed to be so many possible roads ahead of him that there might as well be none. Did he have the patience to go into teaching? The focus to go into research? The drive to go into field work? If anyone knew, it certainly wasn’t him. So he did what anyone whose only certainty was not wanting to move back in with their parents did.

He decided to get another level of education.

I’m his defence, it wasn’t just because he was unsure of what to do next. He had an actual passion for Conservation Ecology, and since one of his favourite professors had noticed it and offered to advise him for his thesis and somehow get him a scholarship if he did a Masters, he really didn’t see a reason not to.

Besides, someone needed to stay in the house to look after his little cousin.

Professor Bloom was, in his opinion, a genius. And a very productive one, at that. You could shoot her whatever question you wanted to about local wildlife and she’d answer without a second’s wait, on top of putting her money where her mouth was and guiding several projects, all of which Edmund had read all about while deciding if getting this degree was a good idea.

His heart almost jumped to his throat when the door to her office opened and the woman herself found him standing in the corridor. He’d had contact with her while graduating, of course; if she hadn’t noticed his interest, he never would have bagged the offer she gave him. But it was one thing to be in projects she led in the university, and another entirely to have private tutorings on the subject she mastered.

He was coming to realise he was maybe a bit of a fanboy.

With a warm smile, professor Bloom opened the door wider and invited him in. There was a desk at the centre of the office, and behind it a glass window. By the desk, there were two chairs that had been angled somewhere between facing each other and facing the table.

“I just want to make it crystal clear I won’t be putting any pressure on you.” The woman began as she took a seat in one of them, leaving him no choice but to do the same. She eyed him with kindness and curiosity, making him feel a little like he was one of the critters she studied. Considering she was one of the best in her field, that probably meant something good for him. “Now, I imagine you have already given some thought about what your thesis will be, or have some options to explore. May we discuss them?”

He had, thank God, been able to bring some material for discussion, and he said as much as he opened his backpack to grab his laptop. It had been hard to settle down on one topic to concentrate his studies on during his Masters, so he had found it best to bring all of his ideas to his first tutoring, so that professor Bloom could tell him which would be the most useful ones. And which ones the university would be able to provide for, as well.

Just as he was opening his word document, however, there was a knock on the door, and the person on the other side didn’t bother waiting for a ‘come in’ to show herself.

“Birgitta, I got it!” Exclaimed a tall, slim woman as she opened the door. Professor Bloom, who had been patiently waiting for Edmund to present her his ideas, immediately turned her attention to the newcomer. “The project got approved- oh, sorry, I didn’t realise this wasn’t a good time.”

He managed to not allow himself to feel guilty for being in a professor’s office for an appointment at the time of the day he had specifically been invited to be there, but it wasn’t by a lot. The woman looked so crestfallen to notice him there that Edmund felt like he had done something wrong.

“Oh, that is wonderful!” Professor Bloom got up and walked closer to the woman holding out both hands to gently hold her arms. “Don’t worry, that’s just one of my students. I’m going to help him right now but maybe later we can meet up. I’d love to hear more.”

“Oh, there’s nothing much to say, really.” There was now an embarrassed blush tinting her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. “I just received the news that they want me to carry on with the research and wanted to share it with you. It’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal. It’s amazing. But I won’t push you about it. Send me a text if you want to share something else, okay?”

“Okay.”

Both of them looked like they had deflated considerably as the door was closed and the professor returned to her former seat next to him. Had that been his presence’s fault? It had seemed like it but at the same time, Edmund was reasonably sure that they had managed to downscale their conversation themselves.

“Sorry, mr. Pearson.” Professor Bloom said, eyes still glued to the door. “That was professor Van Gale. I imagine you’ll have some contact with her now that you’re in Conservation. Where were we?”

Even as they went back to the matter at hand, there was still a wistful haze in Birgitta’s eyes, one that Edmund recognized for what it was.

Oh no.

It was going to be a long couple of years.

.........

Two years later

If a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force. Edmund knew so, because his need for money to sustain himself in college had driven him to work in a professor’s project that involved a lot more physics than he would ever have liked to work with. Technically, he was working in the environmental and zoological parts of Ahlberg’s project, but the admission exam had required him to study some of the cornerstones for the engineering that was also involved in it.

The point was, he now had all those laws and formulas lodged in some corner of his mind, even if they barely had a chance to get out.

This was one of those chances.

It was a climate change panel, because of course it was. Every year they had at least one of those in the university, with attendance being mandatory for some courses and open to all. The annoying thing was - besides the nerve-wrecking statistics and new climate studies, that is - that every time, the same two professors were called. Sometimes there were other guests called to the round table to bring more sides to the discussion, but no matter what, professor Bloom and professor Van Gale were always there. And from older students, he had come to learn that it had been like this for as long as anyone could remember.

And they were always wrecks.

A big part of Edmund thought that the fact that they had sustained feelings for each other for so long was truly adorable. Anyone who had the slightest contact with either would be able to see how much they cared for each other. But there was a time and a place for longing glances and blushing when caught looking at your crush, and a lecture hall filled with university students, with a power point presentation on the climate crisis behind yourself was not it.

When the discussion ended and they were all free to go, Edmund tried to look around for Gerda, who he had come into the lecture with, only to find her staring fixedly at the professors. They were struggling to walk past the door frame, since they seemed to be stuck in an endless loop of ‘after you’. Not bearing to witness that for too long, they both gave each other a look that clearly asked ‘are you also seeing this shit?’, even though they both had lessons with professor Bloom and had, in fact, seen this sort of shit more times than they could count.

When they began their Masters, they used to keep the last page of their notebook to count how many times she’d bring up professor Van Gale, or how many times they’d behold any suspiciously yearning action from her. It used to be fun.

It wasn’t funny anymore.

With a sigh, Edmund put his backpack on his shoulders again, and made way for the exit with his friend in tow.

They would keep at that for eternity, if they were allowed to. Someone would have to be the external force.

#verse: carpe diem #fic: feaar #omg i hadn't noticed the fic name spells out like that KJHSDKJHSDKFJH #this one is like the opposite of an angel greeting. BE afraid. Be very afraid. these lesbians don't know what theyre doing #and they are dangerous #raven scientist #raven scientist ship #my fic #victoria van gale #the raven leader hilda

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 tags

tagged by @ahdriking thanks babe! Sorry this is super late!

okay....i might not hit 10? lol but i've also cheated twice 🙃

the following list is in no particular order

Supernatural: Castiel

Yes, yes yes...SPN...sorry...but Cas really is VERY close to my heart...the journey this angel goes through...learning about humanity...learning with humanity...and everything Cas experiences on earth with and without the Winchesters (Misha's portrayal of Cas definitely adds to why Cas is my fav)

2. Queer As Folk: Brian Kinney

This bitch istg...so i watched QAF after it ended and it was during a very difficult/tumultuous/uncertain time of my life...and then having Brian enter my life made it worse 🙃 (in the best possible ways)...He's so annoying, so rude, so slutty, so hurt, so alone...and i just...want to tell him that it's okay to love...okay to feel hurt...okay to reach out...okay to ask for help...no one will think any less of him...'you'll always be young, you'll always be beautiful, you're brian kinney for fuck's sake' okay i'm gonna go cry brb

3. Spirited Away: Haku

He dragon

4. Howl's Moving Castle: Howl and Sophie

They are BRILLIANT!!! as individuals and as a couple...love them so so much...their combined badassery is unparalleled...Howl will be a dramatic bitch and Sophie would be like 'i gotta go save my dramatic bitch'...also..Howl SO gets pegged by Sophie (i know she told me)

5. Kuroshitsuji: Sebastian Michaelis

uuuufffffff.....he's the devil....what more can i say....

6. Goblin: Goblin

okay when eun tak writes 'he has a sad smile' and they ACTUALLY run a montage of his sad smiles...bestie i died....i cried SO MUCH during THAT scene (no spoilers)...he's immortal, he's so done with your shit, he's hurt, he's in pain, he's burdened with life and all you want to do is hold this immortal being and rock him back and forth (also Gong Yoo ssi is just phenomenal...if you haven't watched it then please watch this kdrama)

7. Moon Lovers: Wang So

another hurt man....wow i have a type don't i...it's the 'i can fix/fuck/accept/love him' trope...he was never accepted for who he was, never loved, and it's this lack of familial love in the formative years of his life that fill him with unimaginable rage...and how he still simply moves forward...he achieves a lot later in life (but at what cost uuuffff)...i love the angst....right up my alley...(Lee Joon Gi the actor you are...again please watch this kdrama if you haven't already)

8. Kinnporsche: Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul

*waves hand* this entire blog is effectively dedicated to the man...just check my pinned post lol

9. The Untamed: Lan Wangji and Xue Yang

okay...wow...Lan-zhan <333 (i know i'm not supposed to call him that, only one person has the right hehehee)....his stoicism, his no-nonsense persona, his pride, his sophisticated rebellion, his loud and proud declaration of love (and it's not words....it's his actions), his hair, just everything <33 (and the absolute gremlin Wang Yibo portrays him in the live action....boyo!!! it's whiplash y'all hheeehehe...and yibo is my baby btw)

AND Xue Yang...he's one of the villains....he appeared on screen and i was like 'this one....i'm gonna take this one'

so ya...i like one of the heroes and one of the villains...i got range y'all...i got range...hhheehehe

okay now to tag others...do i even talk to 10 people here? hahhahaha i'm not sure lol....but here we go (as always please do this only if you feel like doing it!)

@sereinartemishan @discluded @rainbowcolored7 @aayuthaezhuthu @skamskada @domsaysstuff @mickolo @deliciouswastelandgoddess @matan4il @nattaphum

and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game #thanks ahdri! <3

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Um hello I’m kinda new here… I found your emergency requests on someone else’s blog and I really need one right now. My mom wont stop making comments on my body. It makes me feel really bad about myself all the time. Can you please write Takemichi, Chifuyu and Mikey comforting an s/o with body image issues? Thank you if you do write this!! If not, or if it’s too much, please just trash this!

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Thank you for trusting me with this. I know ALL about this one.

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CW UNDER THE CUT: mentions of bodyshaming.

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Hello! I'm here for another order, if isn't too much!

I would like a dark chocolate in oval form, with ganache, oreo and raspberry creme fillings! With Gold Foil (Saiki himself). Have a great day! :)

HELLO MI AMORE, COMING RIGHT UP!

I WILL be having a great day now, I wish you one as well.

So you better have one (ง'̀-'́)ง

This one’s a specific scenario! Oopsie he’s a little OOC here, but oh well.

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LAWDY I’m such a Kurapika simp helpppp

𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖...

The passing streetlights becoming nothing but blurry shines of ochre, as you were blinking in and out of reality. The low hum of the wheels against the road further lulling you to give into your exhaustion.

The only thing keeping you awake being Kurapika’s gentle humming with the radio. His peaceful voice accurately hitting every note, further leaving you wanting to hear it more and more. Him carefully maneuvering around obstacles and potholes to keep the little ones asleep.

Said little ones being absolutely knocked out in the backseat, with you sitting patiently in between them. Against your left thigh, laying Gon. His bright, determined and sparkly eyes, now being shut and unmoving. His mouth hanging slightly agape. As for your right shoulder, Killua taking refuge there. His fluffy hair resting against you, his normally stoic face relaxing peacefully. Gentle snores emitting from his mouth.

Your eyes continuously blinking as you stir in and out of reality. Finally drooping your head downward, gently bonking heads with Killua.

“Hey, (Y/N)…? You doing alright back there?” The blonde at the wheel asking, him stealing a glance through the rearview.

His eyes fixating upon your sleeping figure, and the little boys sleeping on either side of you.

“I guess they are.” Him replying to himself sweetly.

“Aww. How considerate.” Leorio cooing softly from his front seat.

“Hey! Leave me alone” the Kurta quietly yelping in response.

The brunette shaking his head and staring at the passing buildings and cars.

“Sweet dreams, everyone.” A whispered message being the last thing Leorio heard before his own head was lolling to the side.

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This is gonna be the first time I request from you and I hope you don't mind :))

An emergency request pls. So, i have this tendency of talkinga a lot, principally when its about something I really enjoy, one thing that is normal to happen when I talk too much is people interrupting me out of nowhere and never letting me finish, any time someone does that I just feel like crying honestly, and of course that happened today and no one seemed to notice. Could I have a scenario with Saiki where his partner normally suffers with that?

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Sorry about the long wait lmao I have a couple (like 10) of these in my inbox

CW BELOW THE CUT: Reader is ignored :(

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It’ll Pass (Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

A/N: Brb gonna go cry now. *not beta’d, not proof read. just the depressing ideas of a madwoman*

Bucky met her shortly after Steve brought him in, when he was still lost inside of his own mind, unsure of who he really was. She arrived shortly after, Bucky didn’t notice her standing in their shared apartment in Brooklyn until she spoke. He sore he had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Steven, if SHIELD finds out I am here, you know what they will do. I will do what I can to help you—“ she glanced his way and Bucky bowed his head, shame running through him. “—to help your friend, but I can not be captured, not even for you.

Steve nodded silently.

She hummed in acknowledgement. “Well then, I will require some things here’s a list.” She shoved a crumpled piece of paper into Steve’s hand “be a doll and go get them for me since I cannot show my face here.”

Bucky looked up again and fought to hide his smirk at her words. No one have ever called Steve ‘doll’ and his friend was blushing from head to toe. Steve, lost for words glanced at his best friend and left after a nod from Bucky.

Bucky tried to hide his annoyance. He knew Steve was just trying to help, but his hovering and worry was suffocating. He was drawn from his thoughts when the visitor sat in the arm chair across from him. His eyes scanned her form, she was tall and willowy, her form reminded him of the elves from his old fantasy novels. Her face was sharp, hard lines and angles, her eyes were a piercing orange color that made him inhale sharply. He felt as if they could look right through him, could see in the very depths of his soul, and he tried to suppress the wave of humiliation that flowed through him.

She smiled at him then, it was small but kind and it strangely made him feel better, less panicked.

“What is your name?” She asked, her head tilted inquisitively.

“James.” He responded. Steve called him Bucky, but it didn’t feel right, he didn’t feel like Bucky anymore. He didn’t quite feel like James either, but she had to call him something and he would die before he let anyone refer to him as ‘The Asset’ anymore.

His answer made her smile again and she hummed in acknowledgement, sitting back in her chair and placing her hands into her lap palms up. He wondered if she did that on purpose, to make him feel more comfortable, to assure him that she had no weapon. She looked at him with a look that conveyed that she could tell what he was wondering.

“Why are you here?” He asked, trying to keep his tone even as to not show how on edge he was.

“I am here to try to help you, to help your mind heal. But only if you would like me too.”

His breathing picked up, the idea of someone messing with his brain made him want to flee and hide like a scared child. “Steve wants you to fix me, to make me remember who I was.” His eyes were lowered to the carpet, trying to focus his breathing, to ground himself but his head shot up when he heard her response.

“I don’t give a damn what Steve wants.” Bucky’s frown made her continue. “I am here to do what you want.”

What he wanted? Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted anything. What did he want? He wanted everything to stop, he wanted to not feel so overwhelmed, to not feel anything. He wanted to sleep without the nightmares. He wanted Steve to stop looking at him with that look of longing. Longing for him to get better, for him to return to the person he once was. He wanted to go back, to rewrite history, back to the train and fall like he was supposed to; die like he was supposed to. He couldn’t admit that to this stranger, he could barely admit it to himself, so he deflected.

“What was on your list?” He asked.

“Just a few necessities.” She continued after glancing at him “coffee, beef stew, chocolate chip cookies.”

Bucky’s look of confusion must have not been a surprise because she kept talking. “I find that during trying times it helps to have items that fill you with warmth and happiness. What did you think I would need? Eye of Newt, Wing of a bat? I am not a witch.” Her voice was humorous and he felt himself smile slightly, just a twitch of his lips, like the muscles of his face were atrophied from disuse.

“I don’t think I have ever had Chocolate Chip Cookies.” Bucky said, sadness in his voice

“You’ll like them, I promise.”

—

Bucky was sweating, his brow creased in concentration. He felt her cool hand brush over his forehead to smooth out his worry. He was lost in a memory, Steve was there but he was small, struggling to breathe. Bucky was running, carrying him up the stairs to their apartment, needing to get him out of the cold.

Bucky had come to learn that this was something he had done a lot in his past. Steve was sickly before the serum, always getting into scrapes or having trouble with is lungs. He saw the irony in their situations, he used to take care of Steve and now here Steve was taking care of him. She was taking care of him to. She had never told him her name, he had asked Steve about it once, his friend didn’t know it either.

“When I met her she wouldn’t tell me either, Buck. She said name’s have power, and that she would not allow another to wield such power against her. She told me to call her whatever I liked.” Steve shrugged.

Bucky called her Angel, not to her face of course. He referred to her as Ma’am out loud, but in his mind she was his Angel. Her gift, that’s what she called it, was to heal. She could heal anyone; mind, body and soul. He had refused her at first when he found out. He hadn’t thought he deserved to be healed, some days he still didn’t but despite his doubts, his hesitations she was there. She never pushed him, never pitied him, she accepted him for who he was then and there. He didn’t deserve her.

—

When he had first asked for her help he had just awoken from a night terror. He awoke with his metal hand around Steve’s throat, his best friend turning purple under his fingers. He had dropped Steve like he burned him and had fled, he ran until he couldn’t run anymore. He cried, wailed, breaking down so completely that when she had found him he had nothing left. She sat with him then, saying nothing, just offering her presence. He knew then that he needed her help, that he was a danger to everyone around him, to continue this way would be dangerous.

“Will you promise me something?” The words came out in a rasp, his throat hoarse from crying. She squeezed his hand once in acknowledgment that she was listening. “If you can’t help me…promise me you’ll end it. That you’ll do what needs to be done, destroy me before I destroy someone else.”

She turned her face to him then, the expression there unreadable, some emotion he couldn’t decipher. Her voice was soft. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

—

Part of him had hoped she wouldn’t be able to help him. That she would fulfill her promise and end it all, but slowly he began to heal. He didn’t get to pick and choose his memories, that wasn’t how her healing worked. It all came back in fragmented pieces, the good and the bad in one big jumble. But no matter what she was there with him, an anchor. Her voice whispering to him, reminding him that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

He began to feel her in his mind even when she wasn’t using her gift. It was like she had taken over the space where the Soldier used to hide, illuminating the dark parts of his mind with her warmth. He felt pieces of her inside of him, whenever the nightmares came, when he couldn’t stop the flashbacks of what he had done, her essence was there, bringing him back. He didn’t know if he could live without her.

—

She was with him for almost a year before she was discovered. They had been in the living room, her reading and him journaling, when Steve came bursting through the front door.

“They know.” He panted

He expected her to react, to be scared, angry, something. But she was still, calmly shutting her book before placing it back on its shelf. “How long do I have?” She asked.

“Not long, maybe a few hours.”

She nodded once and glanced at Bucky, an unreadable emotion in her eyes. “My bags are packed Steven. Will you grab them and put them in the car for me? Bucky and I need a moment.”

Steve nodded silently and began what she asked.

Bucky was spiraling. She couldn’t leave, he needed her. He wasn’t ready, he couldn’t do this without her. She was always there, a constant in his life. Who would he make tea for every morning? Who would recommend books for him to read? Who would be there to hold him as he cried? This couldn’t be happening, he wouldn’t let it happen. He could stop them, keep them from coming for her. It wouldn’t take much effort to let himself slip back into the icy cold of the soldier; it was always there waiting.

He was brought back to the present by her hand on his cheek, forever his anchor. “It is time, James.”

His eyes filled with tears and he willed himself to not let them fall. “But I’m not ready.”

She smiled at him, the brightest smile he had ever seen. “Yes you are. You will be just fine James Buchanan Barnes. This I know.”

One tear fell and she swept it away with her thumb.

Steve was back then, suddenly beside her, his hand on her shoulder. He shot Bucky an apologetic look “You need to go, there’s not much time.”

She nodded and got ready to stand but Bucky grabbed her wrist keeping her knelt in front of him.

“But I love you…” he whispered, swallowing hard before he continued, “I love you.”

Her face was an open book then. Her eyes conveying to him all the things she could not say. The emotion in her stare did not match the words that followed. “It’ll pass.”

Bucky let her go then, let her walk out, taking her warmth with her. He could feel her receding out of his mind. Her light leaving his soul with every further step she took. Before the last bit of her left his mind he heard it. It was soft, barely discernible but he knew what the voice had said.

“I love you, too.”

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Like riding a bike or the best is yet to come: Kids In Glass Houses. 'Smart Casual' 15th Anniversary Tour. Review.

Kids In Glass Houses with The Nightmares.

O2 KENTISH TOWN FORUM, LONDON.

O2 ACADEMY BRISTOL

GREAT HALL, CARDIFF

It's been a week since Kids In Glass Houses shows and it's been truly 'a bitch of a week'. Double dose kind of one. Almost like it had to balance out the truly great one I had when I went to see KIGH in London, Bristol and Cardiff. Because THAT week, every time I screamed those words, especially on Saturday, they simply were not true. For the first time, in a very long time. Like magic. I guess three time's a charm.

To say it was an emotional week, it would be an understatement. It's been a whirlwind of emotions: from bawling my eyes like a idiot while singing 'Sunshine' (which was followed by 'The Best Is Yet to Come', which didn't help at all) on a very rainy Wednesday to tears of joy as I was going back home on Saturday and reading KIGH's after-show's photo caption 'BRB... MAKING A NEW ALBUM!' [spoilers!].

Nine years ago I thought I was singing some of those songs at their show for the last time. It was gloomy, it seemed their hearts were not in it anymore. The KIGH chapter came to an end. 'Well, we lied!' Aled seemed to be having the time of his life, back at it, going through 'Smart Casual' like hurricane. The joy, the electricity was back up and running on high voltage, sparkling between the band in their eyes, smiles and little comments. The “aged like fine wine” applied absolutely, the band seemed to be better than ever, their form sizzling, their performance on fire...

Funny how things tend to go full circle, or go yin/yang: an experience that made my year/extremely mentally exhausting work week, a very naïve relation from 2008 show, when KIGH supported Simple Plan in Poland, when I barely knew one song and wished I could know more/ singing every single one of the songs from 'Smart Casual' amazed how they have weathered the time and are still fresh, on point. The burnt-out and tired last shows v. rebirth celebrating the album that started it all. Magic.

15 years ago 'Smart Casual' came to be in a room at the estate, filled with fax machines... or something like that. And 15 years later it means so much to so many... Nothing's changed, yet everything is different (including the fact that Cardiff was 'the first PG Kids's show' [as in there were kids in the audience] so Aled had to mind his tongue, so he couldn't swear, which resulted in 'Flip' instead of 'Fuck' and one hashed out, I guess “Damn!” passed somehow, but hey, it was hard to hide the excitement. Can't blame him. It was sight to see, or hear, I guess, when the room was filled with the choir of voices carrying the tune. And cheering, constant, happy cheering, with every first note of every song (“they're cheering like they don't know what song comes next?!” said the girl next to me at the Bristol gig and I couldn't help but laugh, she was obviously right since it was 'Smart Casual' track listing, yet, I understood the cheering, it's nice to be excited every now and then, also: it seemed for once I wasn't the biggest grump – even though I wasn't at my best that night, all the bad went into that sad, sad poem I wrote that afternoon and so the only thing that was left for me to do was to fully immerse into the happiness of the live show). As much as I enjoyed Bristol gig, it seemed a bit off with, let's call them: technical issues. The sound at times was a bit off, especially during The Nighmares' show. The confetti seemed to misfire and half of it blew on the stage rather than spill at the crowd (not that I mind). Aled dropped his microphone, landed in the crowd, recovered the piece of equipment and mocked himself mercilessly for it (since he went against everyone's advice and got himself cordless mic he said he should have known better that he would do something like this and until Bristol it worked just fine). Hey, as long as it wasn't Cardi B/ 50 Cent sort of thing (and it wasn't) I bet fans were rather happy to have Aled jump onto the barrier.

To add to the 'off' vibe – a girl smacked me in the face, right after the show ended and KIGH were taking after show photo, she went through the crowd like a battering ram, just to be in the photo, since I showed fim resistance that was my reward. There was no black eye, just a crappy feeling, so it wasn't as bad. And the show kind of seemed rushed. 'Lilli Rose' was cut from the setlist. But, but it was still absolutely wonderful and emotional and crazy good.

And on Saturday, their homecoming gig their smiles were brighter than at the shows before, and even though again 'Lilli Rose' got the boot from the setlist it was still a perfect night. With all the gratitude (and Aled thanking their loved ones for putting up with them this past year), cheeky spelling (instead of 'play D.E.AD' crowd was supposed to chant 'A.L.E.D.' which seemed to work especially in Cardiff) and fun it made the 'Smart Casual' 15th anniversary shows fill to the brim with great memories.

I must say I'm impressed they managed to keep the 'making new album' surprise under the wraps and revealed it they way they did. Well played.

Setlist:

'Smart Casual'

Fisticuffs

Easy Tiger

Give Me What I Want

Saturday

Lovely Bones

Shameless

Girls

Good Boys Gone Rad

Dance All Night

Pillow Talk

Raise Hell

Church Tongue

Encore:

Sunshine

The Best Is Yet to Come

Lilli Rose

Peace

Youngblood (Let It Out)

Matters at All

Few words about the opening band: The Nightmares.

Black roses and candles darkened the stage and set the mood for the support act – The Nightmares. Noir and goth aesthetic was laced and bound with synth filled indie rock that roared through the venue. Was it emo? New wave? Dark pop? Punk? Well, it was a mix of everything, packed with twisted, dark lyrics. Not something I expected, but something that was a great start of the evening.

I enjoyed it very much. They've just released their debut album 'Séance' and you can listen to it here.

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through the hourglass 247. brb x oc

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He doesn’t hear her footsteps once she enters the bathroom,his eyes were closed anyway and he was busy rubbing his eyes free of any soap. He didn’t jump when he heard her voice, but he did stop moving when she spoke, “Roos?”

“Yeah?”

“So…I talked to Shells.” he hears her seat on the sink, her sandals flopping on the floor and a sigh escaping her lips, “She uh…she said she’ll take Nikki for us.” Rooster stops wiping his face when he says that, even peeking his head out from the shower to watch his wife, “Believe me, she was the one who suggested it.”

Rooster paused in the midst of his shower routine, the sound of rushing water and his own thoughts temporarily silenced by Beatrice's unexpected revelation. He watched as his wife, perched on the bathroom sink, met his gaze with a small grin.

"Shells is willing to take care of Nikki for us?" Rooster repeated, his voice tinged with both surprise and gratitude. "That's...unexpected. I mean, I know she's always been a bit unconventional, but this is...a big step."

Beatrice nodded, her expression earnest. "I know, Roos," she replied. "I was surprised too. But she insisted, and I think she genuinely wants to help us out with this situation. She understands that it might be better for Nikki not to be exposed to whatever might happen at that dinner."

Rooster considered his wife's words, the water from the shower still cascading down his body as he leaned against the tiled wall. He trusted Beatrice's judgment, and if Shells was offering to look after Nikki, it was likely with good intentions.

"Alright," Rooster said, a small smile forming on his lips. "If Shells is on board and you think it's best for Nikki, then let's go with that plan. It'll give us one less thing to worry about."

Beatrice's shoulders visibly relaxed at Rooster's agreement. She had been concerned about how their daughter might react to the unusual dinner with Miranda and Mark, and knowing that Nikki would be in Shells' capable hands eased some of her anxiety.

Even though…Shells was…very unhinged.

"Thank you, Roos," Beatrice said sincerely, her voice filled with gratitude. "I know this whole situation is...well, it's a lot."

Rooster sighs, letting the water fall on his face and clenching his eyes for a second "Well,we’ve been through worse." he said softly. "Remember that.”

“Yeah…”

“Like your ex.” he mutters, ‘Several deployments.”

“That weird chick that had a one night stand with you.”

He snorts in the shower, closing the faucet and watching as the droplets ceased to fall down his body,grabbing the towel hanging close by, “Yep, that too.” he dries himself the best that he can before he peeks back out at her, ‘But how are you feeling about this whole thing? Really.”

Beatrice couldn't help but let out a sigh as she considered Rooster's question. Her feelings about the upcoming dinner were complex and conflicted. She knew that her husband was probably going through similar emotions, and it was important for them to be open and honest with each other.

As they often were.

She slid off the bathroom sink and approached the shower, the steam enveloping her as she leaned against the glass door, her eyes locking with Rooster's. "Honestly, Roos," she began, her voice soft and vulnerable, "I'm a bit scared. This whole situation with Miranda and Mark, it feels...unsettling. And I worry about how it might affect Nikki and the twins I–." she rubs her forehead, “I know we’ve been through worse,I know but…shouldn’t we have a break from weird people?”

Her voice, her questioning, was so quiet and tired it hurt his heart, ‘Baby…” he whispers, wrapping his towel around his waist as he walks out of the shower, hugging Beatrice from behind and kissing her cheek, “Gorgeous, come on…”

Rooster's embrace provided Beatrice with a sense of comfort and she leaned into him, letting the warmth of his presence chase away some of the unease that had settled in her chest. His kiss on her cheek elicited a small, grateful smile from her.

"I know, Roos," Beatrice whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I guess...I just wish we could have a break from all the weirdness, you know? Just…for once.”

“I mean, we both know the people that surround us are weird.” he smirks, relieved when that did break a smile out of her. Rooster pressed a tender kiss to the side of Beatrice's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before he softly spoke. "It’s just another bump in the road, baby.”

Beatrice closed her eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment. “I know…I’m just getting kinda tired of the bumps.”

With a sigh, Rooster pulled back slightly, his hands moving to rest on Beatrice's shoulders as he looked into her eyes once he turned her around. "We'll go to this dinner, get to the bottom of things, and make sure it’s over," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. "And if anything feels off or uncomfortable, we'll leave. That simple."

“I mean,I can ignore Miranda…but you work with Mark and–”

“Gorgeous,” his smirk only made her breath leave her lungs immediately, “You’d be surprised by the amount of people I’ve ignored over the years.”

Beatrice,while still hesitant, agreed with his words but couldn’t help the question: “Won’t that…I dunno, lead you into trouble?”

Rooster couldn't help but chuckle at Beatrice's question. Her concern for him always touched his heart, and he appreciated her looking out for him. He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing her cheeks as he met her eyes.

"Gorgeous," he began, his voice filled with warmth and affection, "ignoring people who don't matter is one of the skills I've perfected over the years. And believe me, I won't let Mark or anyone else lead me into trouble. I've got too much to lose."

Beatrice nodded,chewing her lower lip. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. "I trust you, Roos," she said softly. "I know you'll handle it, it’s just…everyone else I’m suspicious of.” he was still a bit damp because of the shower and the steam.

Rooster smiled, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to Beatrice's lips. He kept his lips there for a few seconds, only breaking when her nose exhaled in a relieved breath, eyelids fluttering and mouth shiny, “You are very protective of me…and I love it.” he smirks, “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Beatrice couldn't help but blush at Rooster's words. His affectionate compliment never failed to make her heart flutter. She smiled warmly, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his chest. "Well, someone has to look out for you," she replied playfully. "And I happen to be really good at it."

Rooster chuckled, his eyes locking with hers. "You're the best," he said sincerely, his voice filled with love. He leaned in for another lingering kiss, savoring the taste of her lips as their mouths met with a gentle, affectionate urgency.

As their lips parted, Rooster rested his forehead against Beatrice's, their breaths mingling. "I love you,gorgeous," he whispered, his voice low and their foreheads touching

Beatrice gazed into his eyes, her own filled with love and tenderness. "I love you too, Roos," she replied softly. “...and…we’ll be okay.”

He smirks, winking at her, “Always, gorgeous. Now,” he leans back, cupping her cheeks to kiss her forehead one final time, “I’m gonna change and we’re going to have some dinner and then get ready for your return to the Hard Deck. I know it’ll be next week but I think it’d be fun to have things set up.”

Her heart grew three sizes, because that conversation reminded her of the one she had with Shells. Her cheeks hurting from smiling so much…”...yeah,I’d like that,Roos.” she kisses his chin, those tiny three scars gently - enjoying how he hummed like a big cat who just discovered how wonderful chin scratches were - before she backs away, “I’ll just check on Nikki first, okay?”

Rooster smiled warmly at Beatrice's response. "Sounds like a plan,gorgeous," he replied, giving her a tender kiss on the lips. "I'll go change, and you check on Nikki. We'll meet in the kitchen for a bit, and then we can enjoy a nice dinner together."

With a final affectionate glance, Rooster left the bathroom to change into more casual attire for their dinner. Beatrice watched him go, then followed him out - earning a gentle slap on the butt and squeaking once she was in the hallway.

She made her way to Nikki's room,rubbing her sore bum with a hand and pausing by the door when she found Nikki playing with her toys inside her crib, her bright eyes and infectious laughter filling the space.

"Hey there, birdie," Beatrice greeted, her voice filled with affection. Nikki looked up with a wide smile upon seeing her mother. Beatrice approached the toddler, scooping her up into her arms and showering her chubby cheeks with kisses. “How did you get your toys in there,hm? I’m pretty sure I didn’t put it in there.”

Nicole giggled, then looked down to where Jack was lying. The large brown dog just opened one eye open then closed, huffing sleepily and rolling to the side instead of lifting his head, “...oh my God, are you teaching Jack to fetch? Really? Well,that’s really funny,hm?” Beatrice kisses her daughter’s hand, looking at the tiny little knuckles and sighing softly, “Nikki,you are going to spend some of Friday with auntie Shells…you remember her right?”

“Bells!”

“Yep, auntie Shells.”Bea smiles, kissing her forehead. “...for…safety reasons, You are too young to understand right now.”

Nicole blinked up at her with those big, curious eyes, her little hand reaching up to touch Beatrice's face. "Bells?" she repeated, seeking reassurance.

Beatrice smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from Nicole's forehead. "That's right, sweetheart," she replied. "Auntie Shells will take good care of you, just like Mommy and Daddy do."

Nicole seemed to accept this explanation, her attention turning back to her toys. She began to babble and play with her toys, the concerns of the grown-up world momentarily forgotten. Beatrice watched her daughter with a little smile, inhaling the cotton flower shampoo in Nicole’s hair and furrowing her brows, “...I just wish the stress was less by now. I wish your siblings were home already.”

They had one more month until they could come home, and she didn’t know if it was because the time frame was getting shorter but she was getting anxious hoping the twins came home quickly.

Hard to believe they’ve been there for eight months already…and well, they’d still have to do a few more exams and make sure they are healthy enough to be back home. Beatrice sighs, rubbing her forehead with the tip of her fingers, sitting on the rocking chair with Nikki on her lap, huffing out a sigh with her head tilted to the ceiling.

She wondered if that just added to the whole anxiety with the Haltons too.

She had been through a rollercoaster of emotions during the past eight months, from the joy of becoming a mother again to the worry and longing for her twins to come home. Beatrice couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety as she thought about the additional exams and tests the twins needed to pass before they could be discharged.

Rooster had been her rock throughout this journey, providing unwavering support and strength when she needed it most. But she knew that he, too, carried the same worries in his heart.

Neither of them had to be strong for so long, they both knew that.

Nicole, sensing her mother's emotions, reached up to touch Beatrice's face once more, her tiny fingers grazing her cheek. "Mama?" she said softly, her eyes filled with innocence and concern.

Beatrice smiled down at her daughter, her heart swelling with love. "It's okay, sweetheart," she reassured Nicole, her voice gentle and soothing. "Mama's just thinking about your little brother and sister. We miss them a lot, but they'll be home with us soon."

Nicole's eyes seemed to understand the sentiment behind her mother's words, even if she couldn't fully grasp the situation. She snuggled closer to Beatrice, seeking comfort and warmth. Beatrice kissed the top of her daughter's head, holding her close.

“Mama is just…having a lot of thoughts, is all.” she whispers, “...nothing else.”

Rooster entered the room, having finished his shower and dressed in his pajamas. His eyes met Beatrice's, and he smiles softly, seeing how her eyebrows were furrowed.He walked over to them, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Beatrice's forehead. "How's our little birdie doing?" he asked, his voice tender.

Beatrice looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips despite the underlying worries. "She's doing well," she replied softly. "We were just having a little chat about her siblings and everything…."

Rooster's gaze softened as he glanced at Nicole, his hand reaching out to gently stroke her hair. "We'll have them home soon,gorgeous," he said, “It’s okay.”

“I know,Roos…it’s just,maybe I’m tired?”

“Could be,baby,” he smiles, picking Nicole from her mother’s hold and bringing her close to his face, kissing those soft cheeks, “Why don’t we go downstairs now,hm? Have dinner, relax a bit?” he offers Beatrice his free hand, interlacing their fingers when she touches him, “Atta girl.”

Beatrice welcomed the idea of going downstairs to have dinner and unwind. She knew that Rooster was right; sometimes, a change of scenery and a good meal could work wonders for easing the tension and fatigue that had built up over the past few months.

She took Rooster's offered hand, their fingers interlacing naturally as they shared a comforting, silent connection. Nicole, now cradled in her father's arms, seemed content and ready for some family time. Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at how Rooster's presence could instantly lift her spirits.

“You alright?” he asks softly as they go down the stairs.

She smiles tiredly but nods, “Yeah.” she nuzzles his shoulder, “I’m okay,Roos…just a lot happened,huh?”

Rooster continued to hold Nicole in his arms as they descended the stairs, Beatrice following closely beside him. He glanced over at his wife, concern etched in his features. "Yeah, a lot has happened," he agreed softly. "But we’ve been managing,gorgeous.”

Beatrice leaned into him, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace. She looked at Nicole, who was now resting her head on Rooster's shoulder, her tiny fingers playing with the collar of his pajamas. "We are, aren't we?" she replied with a small smile. “We really are.”

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