#but the same people turn around and say kind words and put effort into caring for others but never me

[edenavari]

On the Matter of Mirrors

Eddie is still trying to convince Steve he and Nancy are made for each other. It comes up, like, everytime they hang out, which is all the time, because Steve couldn’t stay away if he wanted to. He doesn’t, but he also wishes Eddie would quit trying to set him up with someone else. 

‘Cause, like, here’s the thing. Steve likes girls. He also, he realized sometime after Robin came out to him, quite likes boys. He likes Eddie. Like… Really likes him. Practices pick-up lines in front of the mirror kind of like. Wears a little more black and tousles his hair just right to give himself a subversive edge he never used to have, just the right amount to trigger a subconscious response without appearing to be tweaking his fashion sense at all. Has mastered the art of wearing eyeliner without looking like he’s wearing it, and it took him a fucking while to work up the nerve to go out like that, not that anyone but Robin noticed. 

But Eddie just will not drop the Nancy case, no matter how many times Steve tries to stir the conversation away from her, and between his budding crush and the crushing fear that it’s never gonna be anything but one-sided, between the slightest of sore spots Steve still sports about the way things with Nancy ended in the first place and the bitter edge of never managing for something to start with Eddie after weeks of efforts, it’s beginning to grate, right? 

“So what’s the problem?” Eddie insists, bounding circles around Steve like an eager puppy, and something in Steve’s ribcage snaps. 

They’re in Steve’s room studying when it comes up once a-fucking-gain. Eddie is taking accelerated summer classes so he can finally graduate by September, and by some inexplicable fuckery of fate, despite Steve’s own dirt poor records, he’s turning out to be a decent tutor. Something about Eddie managing to focus in a way a classroom environment never allowed him to. Maybe because most teachers and over half the student body were openly hostile at worst and aggressively ignoring Eddie at best, all because of his last name or his tattoos or his loud brassy cheek.

All the same, Eddie does get distracted fairly easily, and an hour in, he’s bounced off the bed and started rattling reasons Nancy Wheeler is definitely Steve Harrington’s soulmate. Steve groans noncommittally, gets up to grab his water from the desk and takes a long swallow as Eddie keeps needling him. 

“You’re the problem, Eddie,” he all but snarls, when he really meant it to come out exasperated at worst.

He snarls, though, and Eddie stiffens, his eyes going cold and hurt and the corner of his mouth turned down in anger. 

“Right,” he says, and it sounds so casual Steve thinks he won’t make a big deal of his tone after all. Fool’s hope. “I’ll get out of your perfect hair, then,” Eddie spits out as he makes for the door, only Steve stands in his way, hands up in surrender. 

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” he starts. 

“No, you’re right, it’s none of my business,” Eddie interrupts, but he steps back, gesturing wildly as he speaks. “It’s not like we’re even friends, you just got saddled with me because of Dustin. We saved the world together? Big deal! My involvement was incidental, really, more of an inconvenience than any kind of help. Why would you want my opinion, of all people’s, right? Even by this point. Get out of my way, I’ll quit stepping on your toes. Go on!”

“I don’t want you to go, Eddie,” Steve tries again. 

“Just want me to shut up, is that it? Not really my strong suit, you might have noticed.”

Steve can’t help smiling. “I have noticed.”

It only seems to rile Eddie up even more, throwing his hands out and making to step around Steve again. “Man, what do you want from me?”

“Is this allowed?” he breathes out, extending the last word beyond its scope. 

Which puts him within reaching distance of Steve, who grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and presses him, careful not to jostle him too bad but firm enough to counter his manic strength, against the wall. He doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything, just presses a touch too close, lets himself imagine that he’s going to close the distance entirely, cocks his head and licks his lips and hangs there in a way he hopes spells it out for Eddie without inducing any kind of panic. 

Eddie, hands still up at shoulder height, lets out a little huff close to a whimper when his back hits the wall, bracing himself for a hit that would never come, and maybe some part of him knows this, because he doesn’t look scared or angry anymore, just kind of confused with a side of grief, and it doesn’t take two seconds for him to start to look intrigued, maybe even, if Steve allows himself a little optimism, interested. 

His lips part on a sharp inhale, and they’re close enough to smell each other’s skin, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s mouth, a little watery and out of focus, edging forward in a way that could just be a twitch, just a consequence of holding his breath the way he is, plausibly deniable, subconscious no doubt, only when Steve mirrors the movement, he does it again, gaze moving up and down from Steve’s eyes to his lips and back and back again without blinking, until twitch by twitch their noses graze and their mouths connect and Steve closes his eyes and concentrates on maintaining that seal over Eddie’s plush, pliable pout, because if he didn’t focus, he’d be way, way overeager for a first kiss. 

He moves back after several seconds with a shaky exhale, swallows as he finds Eddie’s eyes again. His blood is thrumming in his fingertips, somehow he feels both cold between his shoulder blades and warm down to his toes, and if Eddie looks at all put out he thinks he might never manage another mirror in his life. 

The look on Eddie’s face is pure disbelief. 

Steve shrugs, not quite settled on the matter of mirrors. “I thought you made a point of breaking the rules?”

A glint starts to wake in Eddie’s eye that’s looking more delighted by the minute. 

“Just as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“We’re in the clear, then,” Steve whispers, leaning in, just a smidge. 

Both of Eddie’s hands sink into his hair as he pulls him into another, much steamier, kiss. Steve lets his fists fall from Eddie’s lapels and knot over his back instead, lets his mouth drop slightly open, an invitation Eddie wastes not a second to follow through on, teeth scraping and back arching like he wants to sink all the way into Steve, and by the time they’re parting, breathless, cheeks flushed, mouths stinging, Steve’s one hand is braced against the wall, holding himself up, knees too weak to do the job on their own. 

“I thought you could barely stand me,” Eddie heaves.

“I can’t,” Steve admits. “You drive me nuts. Just not how you thought.”

Eddie frowns, suddenly serious. 

“You should forget all about Nancy.”

Steve frowns too. “That so?”

“Hm-mm. She’s taken, man. And not all that. You need to move on.”

“Damn,” Steve sighs. “Am I being desperate?”

“Pathetic,” Eddie nods, barely a whisper against Steve’s lips, and they break into smiles in tandem. “Forget all about her,” Eddie repeats. 

“Who?” Is the last word Steve gets out. Then he’s busy enough he really does forget. 

When he fixes his hair in the bathroom mirror in the morning, he walks away with a wink.

Give us a kudos, if ye dare x

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steddie oneshot #first kiss

[jaylienpotter]

Conceited

Jegulus one-shot

Warning: Lily Evans bashing (kinda)

"Why don't you give me a chance? Even to be friends?!"

Regulus turned around and walked towards the source of the noise. He knew that voice very well.

"I hate you, Potter!"

Seemed like Black's crush was getting rejected again. Part of him was sad for his brother's best friend, another, more selfish side of him, was relieved.

"Why?! What did I ever do to you? I know I was a prick to Snape sometimes-"

"You're a bully!"

"I'm not a bully! Snape isn't stupid, nor weak, nor innocent. He does the exact same thing we did to him! He's not a victim." He wasn't wrong, to be a bully meant it was one-sided. Snape and Potter were more like mortal enemies.

"Even then, you're still a rich, obnoxious, arrogant, selfish prat who doesn't shut up about himself! You're so bloody conceited!"

That hit. He could see the hurt in those dark brown eyes. People didn't know the effort the tanned skinned boy put into helping others, making sure everyone is happy, included, safe. He could have all eyes on him yet no one noticed. Except Reg. He noticed James.

"That's not true." The pair turned to him in surprise, pale hands becoming fidgety with the sudden notion of being watched. He kind of regretted speaking up.

"James doesn't talk about himself. Yes, he's sometimes a bit obnoxious and loud, and he does talk a lot but it's never centered around himself. You're getting confused with my brother, Evans."

"Oh, please. Those two are the same. You're not in Gryffindor, you don't hear them all the time." Right, but he did hear from the boy in private. In their late night talks that started after Sirius ran away. Because James didn't want Reg to feel alone. He noticed. He cared. He helped.

"What does he say then? About himself. Not about his friends. Or the stupid pranks they all pull." He dragged the word 'all', making it a point that it didn't count.

"Do you know his favourite colour? Favourite animal? Favourite classes and professors? His grades? How many people he's dated? Anything about his home life? His life goals and dreams?" It was too late to back out, the rant had begun, and you bet Blacks finish what they start.

"Because I don't think so. He might talk a shit lot, but it's about his group plans, his friends, making jokes, making others laugh when feeling like shit as so many do nowadays," himself included. "It takes a lot to get him to talk about himself as an individual, actually. You would know if you gave him a chance. But for someone so against judgemental people, you really do focus on his appearance." Green eyes wide, pink lips shut tight. Regulus contained his smirk.

"He's a good person. A great friend. Selfless and caring despite being from an old pureblood family. And he fights for what he thinks is right. He fights for others. With his big personality comes a big heart. So if you don't make space for the love he has to offer just because you think you don't believe he has it in him, he's not the conceited one." Red hair nearly flew with Lily's stormed exit. She hadn't liked their interaction in the slightest. It was better that way. She wasn't deserving.

Piercing dark eyes were burning a whole through black curls. Reg avoided James's gaze, afraid of what he'd say. He only faced him when he felt the boy closer, and he could swear Potter's eyes were sparkling.

"You meant that...?"

"Of course. You care so much about everyone else that you forget yourself. You couldn't tell me what you wanted to do in the future because it would depend on what your friends decided to do with their lives. You're the most selfless person I know, and if she thinks otherwise, she doesn't deserve your love or friendship."

Silence. He really wanted the older boy to say something, but he just stared, lips slightly parted. Icy blue eyes looked away, shoulders tensing from the attention.

Warm strong arms surrounded his small figure, nearly making him halt. But Potter's sweet, intoxicating smell had him relax and melt in his arms, wrapping his much slimmer ones around his tanned waist.

"Thanks, Reggie." His heart skipped a beat at the nickname and he hoped James didn't feel it against his own chest. He was also thankful to have his face covered, absolutely certain that his white cheeks had turned fully pink.

#jegulus #jegulus oneshot #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter #regulus black #Lily Evans bashing #Not anti Lily Evans #I love my girl #It's just in this fic #And don't forget it's from Reg's pov #harry potter marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Inspired by that previous snippet of yours, write one where in the bathroom Villian is taking care of their hero's numerous hickies they gave them all over their body? Post frickling frackling?

The villain’s fingers slid down the hero’s exposed back and even though the hero was a little more than just tired, their body flinched.

“Easy,” the villain murmured and the hero could see their eyes piercing into their back in the mirror. Subconsciously, the hero’s gaze fixed on the villain’s, observing with the same intensity the villain used to observe their back. Once they actually looked at each other through the reflection, the hero was quite flustered. “Sleepy?”

“Yeah,” the hero answered. The hero didn’t know where the villain got their stamina from but it was impressive to say the least. Most of the time, the hero fell asleep immediately but the villain could last several rounds and go after their day five minutes later.

Their fingers travelled down the hero’s back again.

“I overdid it.”

“I like it,” the hero said. “It’s like putting paint on a canvas.”

“You’re a masterpiece without my artistic efforts.” They kissed the hero’s shoulder very softly. “You don’t need me for that.”

The villain put their flat hand on the hero’s shoulder, trying to cover as much space full of hickeys. The hero felt the familiar warmth as the villain attempted to get rid of the blood beneath their skin with their powers.

As always, the villain traced the long, deep scar on the hero’s back. Sometimes it was distracting, especially when the villain was under them and the hero tried to concentrate. But the hero guessed it was their subconscious telling them to obey.

“You know that happened years ago, right?” Their shoulder got hot and the hero knew that was the only comfortable pain they had ever experienced.

“Hm?”

The hero reached the scar and let their fingers go over it.

“Oh, yeah…” The villain let go of their shoulder and found a new place to heal. “You were still so young.”

“You were young, too, you know. I forgave you.” The villain looked at the hero’s reflection and despite their attempted smile, they seemed to feel guilty.

It had been painful. To get stabbed in the back felt horrible but being betrayed? God, the hero hadn’t been able to leave their house for months. They hadn’t eaten, had barely slept…all of it had pulled them into a depression that sucked on them like a parasite. Forgiveness had taken its sweet time.

“You made a mistake. People make mistakes. Especially at seventeen,” the hero said. They wanted to take the villain’s hand but they knew they couldn’t reach it.

“We didn’t talk for years. We lost too much time,” the villain said. “I feel like all I can do is apologise over and over again but it doesn’t change anything.”

“Hey…” The hero turned around and hooked one finger into the villain’s pants to pull them closer. “We needed that time for ourselves. We didn’t lose anything.”

The villain didn’t seem to be satisfied with that answer.

“I hate hurting you,” the villain said. “I hate that I can’t heal that scar. I hate that…I hate what I did to you.”

“I’m not something broken you have to fix, darling,” the hero said. They smiled and cupped the villain’s face gently.

“I know…but I carved myself into you. I forced this onto you and it’s a reminder for both of us what kind of monster I used to be.”

“You have changed, though. And I forgive that kid who followed orders blindly because they were scared.” The hero stood up on their tiptoes, now the same height as the villain. “And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

They grabbed the villain’s jaw and kissed them very gently. Although they knew the villain needed more time, the hero would repeat these words for centuries if it meant that their partner would finally accept this.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[lowkeyrobin]

Jock!reader who's like really nice to everyone and has a crush on Ethan and tries to flirt with him while Ethan is tutoring him and FAILS MISERABLY and Ethan just thinks it the most adorable thing ever ahhhh plss🙏

- ♣️

YES YES YES HELLO ♣️ ANON!!! welcome my third child 🙏🙏🙏🙏 literallt love u sm thank you for this pookie

ETHAN MORGAN ; flirty jock and flustered geek

summary ; jock!reader who has a crush on ethan and fails successfully to flirt with him

warnings ; language, cheesey stuff lol, reader is described as a basketball player but can totally be changed, this also isn't that great tbh

word count ; 1k

masterlist

You rest your letterman jacket on the back of the chair you sit on, being greeted by Ethan. He opens his binder to the homework in the Geometry packet, and you do the same, mentally preparing yourself. You notice his white binder is covered in stickers and some reference to vampires, witches, the supernatural, and beyond. Ethan was kind of your friend, you were more than acquaintances but you didn't talk outside of Geometry and English class.

You were one of the very few nice people on the basketball team, or maybe you were just a decent person and didn't judge people all too quickly. Otherwise, you didn't mind needing the tutoring from Ethan, you appreciated it really, if you failed another test you could be at risk for getting kicked off the team and you might lose the opportunity for a scholarship to college.

"Okay, so, what exactly do you need help with?" The brunette asks, looking up at you as he runs a hand through his hair, looking a little nervous.

"I just don't know how to like, figure out what shape they are like, how Mr. D wants us to, and like how to find the second base or the height" You explain, "Like, I know how I just can't remember the like, equations, I guess. And when I do, I get the math wrong"

He nods, "Okay, so, you know how to find the areas and perimeters well enough, though, right?"

You nod.

As he begins to explain how to solve your problems, you notice his orange t-shirt, accentuating the perfectly placed blush on his cheeks, faint but definitely pink. The way he spoke to dumb it down for you a bit but to not infantilize you made you smile a bit, seeing as he cared about your feelings. You notice him rub the nape of his neck, seemingly anxious or nervous around you, or maybe uncomfortable because he didn't know how to teach, like how Mr. D should be teaching you this and not poor Ethan, wasting his study hall for you.

You were already very, very aware of your crush on Ethan Morgan. He was your every thought, he was in your blood, in your ears, in your eyes, and in your tears. (weezer reference)

But, now was not the time to dilly dally about with high school crushes, these next 35 minutes could potentially determine your entire future. You needed this free ride to college, otherwise you'd turn into another old person working a job that pays minimum wage for maximum effort.

As time lugged on, you couldn't help but not focus on your homework and instead focus on Ethan and his gorgeous face. He looks back up at you after asking a question, seeing you were totally zoned out staring at him.

"Y/n?" He waves a hand in front of your eyes, trying to snap you back to reality. (eminem reference, wow I'm on a roll today)

You blink, "Oh, shit, sorry, uh, what'd you say, pretty boy?"

You couldn't even think about the words spilling out of your mouth until after they already fell. Those words hit Ethan like a falling anvil, his face turning bright red as he tries to shrug it off as you were just surprised and trying to be nice to him.

"Uh, this is the equation, uhm, try solving it"

You awkwardly nod, writing down the equation and putting in the numbers with the respective variables. You solve the equation, ending up with 24 for the height. He looks confused, having got a different answer. He scooches over to you, trying to figure out where you went wrong.

"Y'know, you're like a walking calculator. A cute one though" You shrug, he looks at you with a slightly confused and amused face, "I dunno what that even means, sorry"

He nods, "Oh, okay, you I think multiplied by two instead of dividing"

"Oh, whoops" You pick your pencil back up, fixing your mistake.

"There you go!" Ethan smiles, "It's just little mistakes, you'll build on it" He lightly pats your shoulder.

"Did you know Ancient Romans used to brush their teeth with their urine? And it actually worked?" You randomly ask him, fidgeting with your pencil.

Ethan blinks, slightly confused before he lightly laughs. "I hate you, focus on the Geometry, no stalling"

"Do you hate me or are we about to kiss right now?"

"Dude. Did you get that off Pinterest or something?"

"...Yeah"

He hides a laugh and bites his lip, "Okay so you-"

"Damn, are you Terms and Conditions? Cause I'd love to blindly agree to whatever you say"

Ethan quickly covers his mouth, "Shut up!"

You laugh a bit, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't sleep for shit last night and I'm getting frustrated cause I don't understand this"

"You'll learn!" Ethan smiles, shaking you lightly by the shoulders.

Some time later, the bell is about to ring, dismissing you to lunch.

"Thanks Eth" You lightly smile, "Oh, uh-" You reach into your backpack, pulling out some homemade cookies in a plastic Tupperware, handing them to him. "These are for you. I have to go to lunch in a second" You say, pulling your backpack over your shoulders, carrying your binder and pencil in hand.

"Oh- thank you!" He smiles, watching you stand up. The smile falters a bit due to awkwardness, "Uh- I have lunch next period too-"

"Bye Ethan, see you later! Love you, dude!"

Ethan is left confused and slightly shocked, cheeks a little red.

He knew you had a crush on him, he felt the same way, but he loved seeing you miserably fail to flirt with him. You were no romantic, if anything, a hopeless romantic in your thoughts.

He smiles, looking down at the red-lid Tupperware, seeing soft, chocolate chip cookies inside, his favorite.

"Thanks, Y/n," He whispers with a little smile, then gathers up his binder and books, shoving them in his backpack.

He notices a tingling feeling in his face, feeling a familiar warmth on his face as he thought about the nicknames and dumb pickup lines you'd spilled out of your lips that past half hour. God, would he love to kiss those lips of yours. He sighs, realizing he should definitely let you do that some more before he asks about it at all.

Thankfully, he'd been able to have slipped a note into your binder before you left.

"Hey Y/n! If you need any help tomorrow I'll be in the library. Bring your pickup lines with you, and I might help you not get kicked off the team. -Ethan"

#lowkeyrobin #mbav #mbav x reader #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan mbav #benny weir #rory keaner #♣️ anon #rory mbav #mbav oneshot #ethan morgan oneshot #gn reader #they/them reader #rory keaner x reader #benny weir x reader

[jamiesfootball]

Moe stared face to face with the one-eyed rat and contemplated the unfairness of a society wherein your existence relied on caveats.

Sure it’s a rat, but this one’s nice.

Sure it’s a rat, but this one lives indoors all the time and never interferes with anyone else.

Sure it’s a rat, but have you ever considered it has rat friends who really love it?

Keeping it indoors must really help with overpopulation.

No one wanted rats, not really.

Sure, the rights of rats had never been more boldly understood. They were pets like any other, and the people who had them cared for them the same way you would any other pets. But there was a difference between a pet rat, one that lived in a family, and a non-domesticated rat, one that roamed the streets without any intention of settling down.

The metaphor may have gotten away from him.

That was fine.

This rat technically had both its eyes, but the right one was milked over. The presence of functional without any of the appearance. A portion of the world obscured, extra effort needed to make sense of it.

Moe stared face to face with the one-eyed rat and wondered if any of its little rat friends ever conflated something missing with something wrong.

The lads were talking about the Bantr promo ads.

Or they had been, but now the lads were talking about girls.

Used to be that if the topic of girls came up, Moe could rely on Colin to shift the subject, always interrupting the flow of conversation to ask if someone had a comb or some socks or a can of Lynx he could borrow.

After years of being a professional footballer, he should really have basic hygiene dialed in by now, but that was Colin for you.

Also used to be that if it weren’t Colin, Jamie would inevitably derail the conversation. Moe wasn’t sure if it was missing socialisation cues or problems with learning socialisation in general, but Jamie had missed the usual lessons that girls were a topic ‘men’ should enjoy discussing, and were therefore worth discussing for all of the some time until Moe wanted to put his head through a wall.

Used to be that you couldn’t pay Jamie to stay on topic. 

One second it was girls, then it was the girls on Lust Conquers All, then it was lads on Lust Conquers All, then it was breakfast-themed alcoholic beverages, then breakfast cereals, then some new snack he’d seen when he was getting petrol and had anyone else tried it yet, then it was what kind of fabrics everyone preferred in their cars, then he was off on whether or not he should get tested for allergies because after he’d switched to a new detergent, his sheets were making him itchy.

That had been the time Moe insisted on helping him test for bed bugs. Jamie had taken him up on his answer because as insensible as he could be, he took hygiene seriously, and also because Isaac had threatened to kick him out of the dressing room forever if it turned out Jamie was infected with tiny creepy crawlies.

As soon as they arrived at Jamie’s house, Big Ben – a fat orange cat with a grumpy face and a Gucci collar – came up to say hello, yowling in their faces until Jamie bent down to give him ear scratches.

Both cat and owner followed Moe room to room. Moe diligently laid down the test strips while Big Ben twined around his legs. Jamie talked his ear off about Jurgen Klopp’s Gegenpress tactics and whether it was a strategy Ted might be open to trying.

(He even pronounced all the words correctly; he must really be serious.)

That was the other thing he’d noticed lately – it used to be that no conversation left around Jamie could go long without returning to football. When they’d signed Zava, Isaac had actually called a team-minus-Jamie meeting to discuss how best to prevent Jamie from cornering the legend himself with aggressively pointed questions about obscure matches no one remembered.

To Moe’s knowledge, that hadn’t happened yet. Without being asked, Jamie respected Zava’s space far more than he respected anyone else’s, and he hadn’t gone on a proper football rant in a while.

Now it spewed out of him like a dam unleashed.

Equally demanding of attention was Big Ben, who threw himself at Moe’s feet with his paws curled up in front of his chest in a false act of supplication that Moe wasn’t going to fall for. 

When Moe stepped around him, the cat repeated the gesture, adding a plaintive mewl for good measure. After his third attempt at gaining Moe’s attention, Jamie scooped the cat up – an impressive feat, considering it was the size of a small blimp.

Jamie cooed at the gargantuan ball of hair, “Cut that out. He’s trying to help us out, King.”

The cat purred in contentment, already satisfied.

That was the difference between cats and rats. The cat could have what it wanted, because its needs were understood.

A big acceptable tomcat; a man amongst men.

A man, full stop.

In the end, Jamie didn’t have bedbugs. Just delicate skin and bad taste in overpriced household products.

After educating Jamie on how the phosphates found in laundry detergent had devastated oceanic ecosystems around the globe, Jamie and his cat solemnly promised to look up Moe’s recommendations. Both wore matching, befuddled expressions and a sort of distracted interest, as if Moe was a creature that, once gone, would cease to be more than a novelty. A one-time interruption in a life that would spin rather much the same once he was gone as it had before he arrived.

Or he’d let the metaphor get away from him again.

That was fine.

Moe went home.

Remy had a cage for when Moe was away. The first thing he did whenever he returned was open the door to his rat’s home. Together they roamed the flat, clueless in communication but free to do whatever they wanted.

What Remy wanted to do the most was curl up on Moe’s shoulder, making a nest between him and the couch cushions while he dozed into a peaceful rat nap.

Moe might not matter to the world, but Remy mattered to Moe.

With Remy for company, Moe had everything he wanted.

No one’s making the rat participate.

In no way was Bantr a worse option as a sponsor than Cerithium Oil. Not in a million years. The damage Cerithium Oil had done to the planet would stretch on forever – there would never again be people in the world not affected by their disregard.

But at least Cerithium Oil had never given a damn whether Moe Bumbercatch was ‘single.’

He hadn’t wanted to be a part of the new Bantr promo in the first place, but group advertising didn’t work on an opt-in basis. Everyone at the club did their bit knowing that somewhere down the line someone else would do the same for them. The team relied on each other that way. For every Sam Obisanya and Dani Rojas and Jamie Tartt who racked in money for the children at the annual gala, there were a dozen smaller PR stunts that could be handled by one of the any-players.

Moe didn’t mind being one of the any-players. What he minded was the arbitrary nature by which his participation had been decided. He disliked the sensation of being ‘singled’ out.

Moe put up with dozens of small slights every day.

Like the ‘mens’ label on the toilets by the dressing room, even though they were the only team that used this part of the stadium and therefore had no reason for the specificity. The culturally acceptable amount of sexual innuendos surrounding men’s fitness whenever it came time to do interviews. Team movie night, which purported to be about emotional release but usually revolved around rom-coms or media geared towards children (many of which also featured romance.) Most days these weren’t more than a prick against the skin, a bristle of discomfort that lingered more in memory than in lasting hurt.

Richmond was a good club, with a disproportionate amount of good people and a host of benefits to make up for it. 

One of said benefits of Richmond: the talk around the dressing rooms tended to be more palatable than what he’d dealt with in past dressing rooms.

How unfortunate that past performance was not an indicator of future results.

Zoreaux held up his hands to fend off the jeering. “All I’m saying is that when this shirt comes off? There’s no need for words. I let my body do the talking.”

He invited booing, really. Only Dani approved, nodding sagely as if this was great advice (which made a certain amount of sense; Moe couldn’t imagine any advice would make Dani less successful at winning people over.)

Once towels had been thrown and collected, the attention turned to the next victim in line.

Isaac elbowed Colin. “How about you? What’s your pitch for getting a woman to stick out a date after she’s taken a spin in your car?”

Colin took the good-natured jab with a corner kick smile. “Keep it simple. Go for drinks, catch a film, and if the movie sucks, I’ll pay for your Uber home.”

This was treated to a round of chuckles and a few outcries of ‘lame!’

Personally, Moe appreciated his teammate’s brand of dry self-deprecation. Colin gave off the sense that he was someone who knew himself well enough to make a joke of it—a quality Moe certainly couldn’t say he’d cultivated.

Hard to cultivate in sand when you were meant to have soil.

“Hey Jamie, what about you?” Colin asked, making a grabby motion towards the Lynx cupboard. “Did you think of something to say for the ads? Or are you just going to take your shirt off?”

A can of Lynx was tossed across the room with little regard to aim. Colin fumbled the catch. 

Languid with his knees pulled up on the bench, Jamie’s smirk did nothing to dissuade Moe’s notion that he was a large, acceptable feline in his natural habitat. That said, his answer came surprisingly devoid of the self-congratulatory manner with which they were all accustomed.

“Date’s not about me, is it?” he said simply. “I’m not doing it for me. I’m just there to show her a good time.”

Some thoughtful hums and considering ‘good points’ went up around the room. Personally Moe thought that sounded lonely. His own experiences in dating were limited, but he was pretty sure that fun was the point.

Hence why he’d stopped doing it.

As if sensing his dissatisfaction, Jamie narrowed in on him. “Moe, how about you? What wisdom are you bringing to the women of Bantr?”

Sometimes, he had to remind himself that he was used to slights.

Moe shrugged into his jacket. “Haven’t decided.”

Some of the joking demeanour slid off Jamie’s shoulders. His uneven eyebrows puckered together, the slit on the right making the effect of his expression more severe.  “What d’you mean you haven’t decided? We film tomorrow.”

“Means I haven’t decided on anything I want to say to help our corporate overlords squeeze more money out of our increasingly impoverished society.”

“Ah, we can help you figure something out!” Dani offered. He seemed excited by the prospect. “What do you like to do on dates?”

A tingling sensation spread into his hands. “I don’t like dates.”

Colin tried to share a smile with him. “Too capitalist for you, boyo?”

“Who the fuck doesn’t like dates?” asked Zoreaux, perplexed and usually kind and now-

Moe sidestepped the scrutiny. “It doesn’t matter, because we’re not looking for real dates. We’re just selling the idea that we could be looking for dates. It’s an illusion.”

“He’s right,” Colin added. Heads swivelled his way. “It’s not real. If one of us was seeing someone, this wouldn’t even be considered cheating. It’s just doing a job.”

Moe raised an eyebrow; Colin was hardly someone he’d describe as cynical, but that response was practically dripping with- with-

With something he couldn’t place. He’d come back to it later.

“Is that the problem then?” Goodman asked, throwing an arm around Moe’s shoulders. He sounded positively chuffed. “Finally found someone and you don’t want to share?”

“No.”

“Ooh, I think we hit a nerve,” O’Brien chortled.

Moe pushed Goodman’s arm away. “Sure did.”

Once again, Jamie’s confusion was a mirror image of his cluelessness kitty cat’s when Moe refused to follow the script. “Hey, man, we were just messing around.”

He reminded himself that the slights didn’t matter, because it wasn’t like he’d told anyone that he was being slighted.

He also reminded himself that the rat can do whatever it wants.

Because Moe didn’t want to make an exception of himself. He didn’t want an exceptional place, a place he carried around with him where people would edit their words in his presence and continue unfiltered the moment he left. He wanted a life free of caveats. A normal life, in a normal place. He wanted the place he was already in to not have been de facto claimed by the majority. He didn’t want to speak up only to defend himself against accusations that he was spoiling their fun; he just wanted somewhere where his inclusion could be felt without the stinging sensation that he was being patronised – that the world had built around him a pocket, instead of letting him choose to crawl inside.

He wanted to be more than a rat in a pocket.

The rat wanted a home too.

He fled the dressing room.

Call that rat behaviour.

The way Moe figured it, he’d developed an aura of mystery enough that his exit would either be seen with a classy amount of intrigue or with a neon sign glaring on his back. There was no in-between.

“Moe, wait up!”

The approaching canter of Jamie indicated that the answer lay towards the option cast in a garish light.

Jamie slowed to an awkward stop. “Hey, man.”

Some hits happened so often he hardly noticed anymore; today wasn’t one of those days.

“Sorry if we were prying too much. Didn’t mean anything by it you know,” Jamie explained, in a tone so sharpened with sincerity and glass that it pierced Moe sharply between his ribs.

He liked Jamie, really. He loved everybody on the team. It was the world he didn’t like, and hardly their fault that the world extended beyond what their eyes could see.

“Yeah, I get that,” he sighed. His hands still felt tingly, and he pinched his nose. “Just not up for it today, alright?” Or any day.

Jamie bobbed his head in agreement – only to stop suddenly, his head tilting as he studied Moe. With growing wariness, Moe watched his hands slip under the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric around his fist. It was a motion Moe had caught himself mirroring a few times, usually when he needed a little extra oomph to push through some discomfort.

Anxiety creeped into his chest.

With entirely too much focus, Jamie spoke carefully, “I’m just saying, it’s none of our business if you’re seeing a girl. Or anyone.”

He added the last bit in a hushed voice.

The missile missed its target by miles. Nevertheless, Moe felt dizzy from how close it’d come to contact.

“No,” he answered. Because what?

The confused tomcat expression returned to Jamie’s face. Without giving Moe a second to catch up, he changed topics completely.

“You know those two girls Dani was seeing?”

Moe nodded, feeling very much like a trap was being laid before him.

Jamie bounced on his toes, full of nervous energy as his eyes flitted around. “And you know he’s still seeing them, yeah? Like, the three of them are still together.”

Moe did not know that. Why just that morning, Dani had leaned up against Zoreaux, phone in hand, bemoaning how much more successfully his friend’s Bantr profile attracted matches (an opinion that only belonged to Dani.)

Jamie shrugged. “Just saying, we already got an extra non-single guy signed up. Seems fair then that one of the single guys should get to sit this one out.”

If he was dizzy before, now he found himself fighting back a wave of nausea. For someone swatting through the dark, Jamie had gotten remarkably close at hitting the heart of the matter.

Heart cowering in his throat, he let the tail of the truth slip loose:

“Not single.”

For once, Jamie didn’t press. He went unusually still, and he blinked slowly at Moe like-

The fuck, was he intentionally copying his cat?

Moe sighed. His own hands fisted into the front of his shirt, where they could tremble instead of his voice. “Single implies the existence of a double. Or a triple. Or any further number of consenting adults, I presume.” He shrugged. “Point is I don’t see myself like that.”

It was the closest he’d ever come to wriggling into the light.

“Oh,” Jamie said, an odd hint of wonder slipping under his tone.

Moe looked at him.

Really looked.

Beneath Jamie’s shocked expression, something understanding crawled beneath the floorboards.

The rat stared back at the cat, confused at how the trap had snapped on them both.

The cat stared back, perhaps not even realising they were stuck in a trap.

Perhaps in looking for a mirror, he’d ignored any signs of familiarity.

Moe found himself saying, “You know that time we all went to that pet sanctuary? When Isaac got Bun-Bun?”

“When Sam got tricked into getting two snakes?”

Moe nodded. “I went back later and adopted a rat.”

Jamie perked up, tossing contemplation and personal space aside in favour of crowding up close like he intended to twine himself around Moe’s legs. “Can I see it?”

Moe retreated. “I don’t have it on me?”

“No shit.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “But you got pictures, don’t you?”

He said it with the self-assurance of someone who believed that taking thousands of photos of your pets every day was normal activity.

Moe shrugged and took out his phone. He did take a lot of pictures.

Heart in hand, he showed Jamie his phone. “This is Remy.”

In a remarkable display of restraint, Jamie lasted about five adorable rat photos before whipping out pictures of his cat.

One by one, the team filed out of the dressing room while Jamie sat next to him on a bench in the hallway, the two of them swiping through their favourite pictures. Jamie kept insisting he make Remy his own Insta so that he could show him off to the world.

Cat behaviour.

Isaac gave them an approving nod as he passed. Colin watched curiously but didn’t say anything. Goodman and O’Brien attempted some apologetic sign language, the success of which somehow captured the meaning, ‘Sorry for our impudence and thoughtlessness. Next team dinner, first round’s on us, yeah?’

That’s how you won rats over: you offered them cheese. You placated them with drinks. You won them over by dangling something they wanted in front of them, and then when they crawled out of hiding, you picked them up and held them to the light.

Jamie blew out a breath and flicked off his phone. “Alright. I better get going, or this one’s going to scratch my eyes out for dinner being late. How bout you and this ad then? If you want, I can tell them you couldn’t make it.”

Moe tested the light. “Depends on what kind of excuse you’re going to give.”

“Nothing, I suppose.” Jamie shrugged like it was that simple. “Unless you want me to?”

“Not really,” Moe confessed. “But they’ll probably ask anyway. Like it’s their business.”

“It is a business, mate,” Jamie pointed out – for a second time that day, one of Moe’s teammates demonstrating an uncharacteristic amount of cynicism. “How about….”

He chewed on his lip, feline attention turned to a rodent’s problem.

“…How about I tell ‘em you had a rat emergency?”

“A what?”

“It’ll confuse them, won’t it? ‘Cause no one knows what it means. Sounds exotic and shit. Could mean anything from ‘my rat’s escaped’ to ‘my rat’s got off it’s leash and into the petunias and it won’t come out’ to ‘my rat’s got a sexy photoshoot coming up and I need to knit him a tiny outfit.’” 

Sounded like a good life, the version Jamie made up in his head.

Then again, Moe had never had the opportunity to break out his size 14 knitting needles.

Jamie waited for his answer with all the eager impatience of a cat with its paws curled up against its chest. Attention-seeking behaviour. False supplication.

Something that had needs easier to understand, yet every bit as trapped in a cage.

Moe supposed you drew cats out the same way you would any creature. You offered them care, respect, affection when they needed it – space when they wanted it. You offered them freedom.

Maybe you offered to sit in the trap next to them, because it was unfair to make them do it alone.

The metaphor may have gotten away from him.

It really was fine.

“Might show up anyways. It’s for the team, isn’t it?” Moe decided. He nudged Jamie in the side. “Besides, this way if I change my mind halfway through, I can lie and say I need your help with the rat emergency.”

Never one to stay on topic, Jamie turned to Moe with bright eyes and asked, “Have you ever thought of dressing him up?”

“What? Remy?”

“Yeah! Saw this picture online the other day of a little rat dressed up for the tropics. It had sunglasses and a tiki cup, and it was chowing down on a peanut that barely fit in its hands. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a rat so happy.”

Moe should not have expected better from someone who dressed his cat in Gucci.

But he didn’t hate the thought.

The rat was not alone.

#if this feels a little all over the place and rushed that's because it is! #i started this yesterday morning #I had to get it out of my brain so here we are #aromantic moe bumbercatch #aromantic jamie tartt #aromantic asexual agender moe bumbercatch #to be specific #the greater richmond pet acquisition #moe bumbercatch #jamie tartt #excessive metaphors about cats and rats #writing snippet #except it's the whole thing #ted lasso fic

[amaya-writes]

since you asked for it... how about some headcanons of mikey, sendou, hanma and draken of when the reader brings them a bento box with their lunch? but not any lunch- those cute ones with animals, happy faces, flowers, etc.

Notes: this req is like sooooo cute omg- uh anyways idk Sendou very well so I didn't write for him

Warnings: n/a just fluff lol

Characters involved: Mikey, Hanma, Draken

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Mikey thinks your bento is the most adorable thing ever.

Or at least, he would have thought that had he not been having lunch with the rest of the Toman leaders that day.

"Not a word."

He might have tried to sound intimidating as Mikey picked at the octopus-shaped sausages you had made for him, but there was no mistaking the pink flush dusting his cheeks.

The others chose to keep the teasing to a minimum because they think of you like a sibling, but they do think it's absolutely adorable that you pack him bentos like that.

Mikey will probably pretend to be annoyed the next time he sees you, but with the way he clings to you and whines about it, it's clear that he was just flustered by how cute the bento was.

This kind of backfires for you though because now he always wants his rice shaped like little rabbits and his sausages like octopus.

Even throws a fuss if you so as consider giving him a normal bento after then.

Hanma Shuji

Is lowkey confused at first.

He still thinks it's super cute but he just can't really understand why you would think it was a good idea to give him one of those cute bentos.

Unlike Mikey he isn't actually embarrassed by it or anything. He thinks it's adorable and even shows it off to the others.

If anyone dares to try and make fun of him he just tells them they're jealous their partner doesn't do the same for them. This is usually followed by a threat to beat them up.

Overall, he's pretty neutral about it.

But expect to be teased A LOT when he meets up with you after that.

Hanma will literally not stop going on about how he thinks it's so adorable that you put in so much effort for his bento.

"You probably just wanted me to praise you for being good at it didn't you?" He only stops when you pretend to be offended and say you won't make him bentos again. It's only then that Hanma tugs you to him by your waist and genuinely thanks you for the food.

You're a little struck by how sincere he is in that moment, especially when he mentions he's not used to other people taking care of him like this.

But your cute little moment quickly turns back into another teasing fest as he pesters you about what you want to make for him next and calls you his cute little housewife/husband.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

Pretends to be indifferent, is dying inside.

He thinks it's absolutely adorable that you would bother doing something like this for him, especially since he never really got bentos as a kid.

But he also has a mean and scary reputation to uphold which is why he can't help but turn a little red when seated with the rest of Toman eating Tamagoyaki with little faces on them.

Baji and Mitsuya are the only ones who dare to tease him while Mikey casually steals a bit of his bento just because it looks cute.

He even complains about how Draken got such a cute bento and says he'll ask you to cook him cute things too.

Ken doesn't even realise he's lowkey glaring at the thought of you doing something so sweet for someone else until the rest of the boys start laughing.

When he meets up with you later he doesn't really say anything and just casually thanks you for the bento.

Or he would have done that had Mikey not been with him.

The shorter blond took great pleasure, droning on and on about how Draken was totally blushing while eating the bento and threatened to kill him when he said he wanted you to make him one.

You know Mikey well enough to be able to tell he's just joking around but that doesn't stop Draken from casually trying to trip him.

Once Mikey leaves the two of you alone (after a lot of complaining and teasing) Ken takes a moment to genuinely thank you for the bento.

He's also pretty intrigued about how you made it and asks you about the stencils you used etc.

Ken even considers making you a cute bento in return someday, after all, he's a decent cook since he always had to cook for himself and he'd love to return your kind gesture.

#mikey x reader #hanma shuuji x reader #draken x you #mikey imagine #hanma x you #draken hcs #mikey headcanon #hanma x reader #draken fluff #manjiro sano fluff #hanma fluff #ken ryuuguji x reader #manjiro sano x reader #hanma hcs #ken ryuuguji imagines #manjiro x reader #hanma imagine #ken x reader #tokrev scenarios #tokrev headcanons #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n

[nishithedevil]

wow i didn't expect this to get so much attention so uh here's part 2 :D

Capital Prince and District Princess

Lucy Gray x gn capital reader

part 1 part 3 part 4 part 5

When I entered through the door, the sweet aroma of my grandma’s cooked dinner filled my senses. Returning home from the chilly outdoors and being greeted by the comforting and appetising aroma of delectable homemade food was an unparalleled joy.

Tigris greeted me at our door, helping me remove my coat. “How was your first day? Corio told me you both became mentors. How exciting! I want to hear all about it.” She said excitedly while placing my coat on the rack next to Corio’s.

"Yeah, we did," I began as we strolled toward the dining room table, with Corio and Grandma already seated, anticipating our arrival. "And I did something quite foolish, but it turns out to be quite significant”.

All eyes were on me, the anticipation evident, as we paused before commencing our meal. Taking a bite, relishing the flavors for a moment, I finally responded, “I went to greet my tribute, and you won’t believe how badly they treat them. And all because they are from a lower class! It’s ridiculous! They placed them in a zoo cage, treating them like animals, and callously laughed as if they were devoid of human feelings and emotions!”

I sit up and push my chair back, my hands coming down onto the table, still holding the fork in one. A gasp escapes Tigris’ lips, meanwhile Corio doesn’t even bat an eye, wiping his mouth gently with a napkin.

Tigris puts her hand on mine, a silent gesture to make me sit down again and continue eating.And I proceed to do just that, disheartened by the extent of cruelty even within my own family. Grandma on the other hand was most likely already been through enough to be used to this kind of behavior from the capital towards the districts. I reassure myself that it's for this very reason that she, along with Corio, remains silent, choosing to focus on her meal without uttering a word.

I make an effort to consume my meal swiftly, eager to escape the sombre atmosphere. As soon as I finish, I head down to my room, shutting the door behind me, no longer wishing to dwell in their melancholic mood.

Emerging from the shower, I see Tigris seated on my bed, patiently anticipating my return.

"Tigris, you startled me," I exclaim, making my way toward her while drying my hair with a towel. She gestures to the spot beside her on the bed, prompting me to join her. Without hesitation, I comply, leaving my towel on an empty chair beside my bed.

“I know how awful this all must seem Y/N, believe me I despise the hunger games as much as you do. But there’s nothing we can do except try to help your tribute win. I know Corio has no purpose in this, so I entrust it to you to ensure your person gets to live," she implores, and I can detect the desperation in her voice.

I gaze at her, contemplating how someone could emerge so sweet and caring in the midst of a harsh family like ours. Perhaps it's because she isn't related to my late father, a figure who scarcely deserves that title.

I grab her hands in mine and look at her before speaking, “Trust me Tigris, I’ve been wracking my brain for ideas on how to help her survive. But I need to get to know her more. Understanding her resilience gives me insight into the feasibility of her survival in this challenging situation.” I let out honestly, my heart aching at the thought of watching that sweet girl die in a savage murder.

Hearing her sigh, she nods and stands up. Giving my hands a squeeze before she turns to the door to leave me. She puts her hand on the door handle and turns her head around, “I’ll always support you, no matter what decision you make.” She says before finally leaving me with only my thoughts to keep me company.

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The next day, our morning classes were the same. The same people, the same lectures, the same teachers, the same exercises, like there’s nothing wrong in the world. That made me almost gag at how normal these people view this kind of genocide.

At lunch I take more than I usually do, two of everything and a bit more. I sat down in a pretty blind spot, a table for only two people, next to a wall that people pass by without batting an eye on it. Opening my bag, I take out the other tiny one I packed with me just for this, and I put all the food in napkins and inside it. Thankfully, I was right, no one batted an eye at me.

As I put the food bag into my school bag, Sejanus comes opposite of me, a tray in hand, “Mind if I sit? I don’t know where Corio is”. I nod at him, gesturing with my hand for him to take the empty seat opposite me, and he gladly does, setting his tray down in front of him.

He began to eat, taking a few bites out of his selected food, then asked, “What did you do with the extra food you got?”. I look at him confused, how the hell did he notice that? Was he next to me? No, I know I managed to get in line between people who we have no mutual knowledge of. But then how…?

“I saw you before I got in line, and got curious as to why you were getting more food than one person could manage to eat in one sitting.” He shrugs, like it’s nothing, just his curiosity asking.

Before I could say anything, he continued, “It’s for your tribute, right? Lucy Gray was it? I saw you on television yesterday, and that stunt you pulled. You know, the only reason I’m a mentor is because my dad threw money at some people and managed to make me one. To my best friend. God, it’s so bad being capital. Everything is worse than I already thought they were.” He continues eating, but I see him leave a plate with a few sandwiches, which made me think if he’s going to do the same thing I’m doing. Then we continue eating in silence, without a word agreeing that we’re going to the cage together after.

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On our way there, Corio joined us, wanting to see his tribute face to face for the first time and see what he was dealing with, despite probably not caring much, in my opinion.

When we arrived, Sejanus hurried a bit further from us, yelling his friend’s name, then waving food at him through the bars. That made the situation look even worse, and it made me internally cringe. Meanwhile Corio only straightened himself and walked a bit to the side from me.

I shrugged and went straight to Lucy Gray, who saw me coming when I was only a few steps away from the cage, and got up from the uncomfortable rock she was sitting on. “So you did come back.” She smiles as I pull my bag forward and start unzipping it to give her the food.

She looked at me with a calm composure.

When she took the napkins, she turned to Jessup and called him over, “Here, take some.” she offered him, but he rejected her. Instead of giving up though, Lucy Gray pushed on, “Don’t pretend like we both didn’t hear your stomach growling earlier. Take it”. He obliged and took the food, then huffed and went back to his spot on the rock. Corio and I watched them intently.

“Hey, what happened to his neck?” Corio asks Lucy Gray when Jessup left. I turned to her, awaiting an answer too, to the bizarre mark behind his ear. “He got bit by a bat on the way here. He was trying to let me sleep. God, I just hope it doesn’t get infected.” she says, sympathy pouring out of her words.

She then fully opened the napkin revealing all the food I got. “This is quite a lot of food. How’d you manage?” she asked as she crouched down to eat. I crouched down with her. Taking a bite of her sandwich, I looked at her with a small smile and shrugged, “I have my ways.”

She hummed at that, and after another bite she remarked, “Quite the rebel, aren’t you?” and I laughed at that, “Oh yeah, I’m bad news, sweetheart.” to which she followed suit and laughed along. But then we hear a clunking sound and we turn around to see a classmate of mine playing with the thirst of her tribute. Keeping her water bottle a bit out of reach for him as she laughed.

“Y’know, one thing we learned in district 12 is that hunger is a weapon. Your friend over there knows it" she emphasises as she points with her finger at them, with the same hand that is holding her half eaten sandwich.

"She's not my friend,” I reply with a deadpan expression, “She’s just poison with perfect teeth.” I groan out.

I get closer to the cage, grabbing a hold of one of the bars, to which Lucy Gray also leans in. I whisper, “Are you going to be sharing everything I give you with Jessup?”

She leans away a little before answering me. “But why? To strengthen my abilities in that domain and overpower him? Not exactly my forte".

Corio apparently overheard our little conversation and leaned next to me, whispering to Lucy Gray a bit angrily, "Y/N likes you for some reason, and they might be able to actually help you, try making suggestions to the Gamemakers. The audience might start sending you gifts, food, water, to keep you going. You just have to sing for them".

"I don't sing when I'm told, I sing when I have something to say. And I've seen your arena, there's nowhere to hide" she bites back, and I’m impressed. I haven’t seen anyone stand up to Corio other than me and Tigris like this.

Corio just groans and starts distancing himself from the cage. I hear him whisper under his breath some vulgar insults, but I shrug them off since thankfully, Lucy Gray didn’t hear them as she continued eating the last bites of her sandwich

"They say you get more money if you get more people to watch, and you say you wanna help me, which is it?" She rubs her hands to get a few crumbs off and then looks up at me. “No no, I do want to help you, honest.” I reply, “Corio is the one who wants the money, I’m starting to get worried he might turn into our father and that won’t do anyone any good.”

When she finished the sandwich, she opened the other napkins to see what else I got. When she saw a few cookies, she offered me one. I lifted my hand about to decline her offer but she shook her head and made me take it. “I saw how you were looking at me when I was eating. It’s fine, take it.”

In a surge of confidence, I blurt out, “That’s not why I was looking at you, Lucy Gray.” But despite my efforts, a blush creeps on my neck making me suddenly very hot. Lucy Gray on the other hand, didn’t seem startled, like I expected, but a smirk did appear on her lips as she looked at me up and down and leaned in closer. I followed unconsciously.

We both take a bite of the cookie, and she commented out of the blue, “I always thought there was more than enough food at the capital.” That makes me chuckle and think back on my childhood. A particular story pops into my head which makes me smile a little, but that was enough to feed into Lucy Gray’s curiosity.

"Y'know, one time during the war I ate a whole jar of paste, just to stop the pain in my stomach" I finally say. She takes a bite of her cookie and hums, “An’ how was it?” Now I take a bite, thinking about it and then causally shrug, "Pasty." I reply, which makes her laugh again.

Her laugh is so contagious and such a beautiful sound, just like her voice. I could fall asleep to the sound of her laughing and it would feel like I was on cloud 9, drifting through heaven without worries nor problems.

I realise she isn’t looking at me anymore, but behind her, at a little girl sleeping on her partner’s shoulder, and when reality crashes down it’s the saddest image you can see. "So sweet and young,” Lucy Gray begins, “reminds me of my cousin Maude Ivory. I can't stand them thinking about me like this" she looks down at that comment with a saddened expression on her face. That made me even more disturbed by the situation.

"I'm sorry" I say, extending my hand to brush the one she’s holding the rest of the food with.

She sucks in a deep breath, probably something she didn’t intend on me hearing, yet I still did, and straightened herself. “You seem like a good person Y/N Y/L/N. Sure would've been nice to meet you under different circumstances" a ghost of a smile plays on her lips.

"At one of your shows maybe" I suggest.

"Yeah. Could've had a drink, danced with you, like we had all the time in the world.”

I blush at her imagination, for a possibility that could’ve probably never happened. I dare look at her face, and see that she has that same adorable expression from earlier – her lower lip stuck between her teeth, her mind stuck inside her thoughts.

Though our weird moment of clarity was cut short, again, by a scream. The tribute, previously being teased by his mentor, took my classmate by her shirt, pinned her against the bars and took her bottle away from her hands. But it didn’t stop there. He smashed the bottle against a bar and stabbed the girl in the throat with the bottle neck before letting her drop to the ground.

We were taken aback while everyone around us screamed. I saw Corio running to the girl on the ground, maybe trying to save her. In panic I turn to Lucy Gray and take her hand in mine. She looks down at them, then up at me and back at the scene that just unfolded. At that moment the peacekeepers start shooting and I instinctively stand in front of Lucy Gray. Why I did that for someone I’m not close to, I still don’t know, but it felt right.

When the peacekeepers stopped shooting, they went over to take Corio away, kicking and screaming for someone to save her. But despite it all, his cries for help fell on deaf ears. I squeezed her hand before letting go, and making eye contact with Sejanus from the other side of the body. We both slowly stepped towards it, freaked out at the whole situation and at the absolute mess and absurdity this thing is turning out to be.

#lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #the hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #x reader #gn reader

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ summer's over !

pairing: hueningkai x reader summary: every year, huening kai would visit the beach. and every year, you would be there. but that would change. word count: 1.0k

many generations ago - like, many - your family purchased a beach house in a small coastal town a few hours away from where you were living growing up. and so, every summer right after school got out, you stayed at that beach house for a month and a half, until school started again. and it had been that way your entire life.

when you were eight or nine, you met kai. he was the same age as you (although he was still only seven or eight when you met, he quickly turned the same age), and lived just down the street.

kai was a meek boy, who swore up and down he was 'so much cooler' during the school year - dance team, choral groups… everything musical you could dream of. but summer kai was still so cool to you - though there were a lack of waves he knew how to surfboard, he was a true musician just like his dad and older sister, and he was kind.

and so every summer, you'd wait for kai on the beach by your houses, and every summer he'd show up right as the sun was setting and summer would truly start then.

at eleven, your parents decided to permanently move to the beach house - city life was getting to be too much for them, and somehow at the beach it was always summer.

except it was never summer for you without kai.

by the time you were fourteen you started seeing less and less of kai. 

'he's busy,' bahiyyih smiled, leaning over the counter of the book store you worked in. you laughed, rolling your eyes as you put away books. 'and he hates not being here. he whines about missing you every time we talk.'

you didn’t say anything in return, in truth you were too scared to. what would you even say? that you missed kai too? everyone knew that. there was nothing to say. no words could be spoken to fit how you truly felt.

'i keep telling him to come up, lea even offered to drive back into the city and get him.' she sighed, shaking her head as she spoke. 'apparently, his new friends tease him relentlessly about you.'

that idea was a foreign one.

kai spoke about you to others in the city?

he truly cared that much about you? 

after turning fifteen, you simply accepted you would no longer see kai. he barely answered the texts you sent him, and claimed he was just too busy with school. he wasn't a dumb kid, which was the strange part - what smart kid has to suffer through summer school? 

halfway through the summer, kai made a brief appearance. you were too busy working - too angry at him for abandoning you in some dusty bookstore - to see him. and so he came and went without even speaking a word to you.

'he's upset he couldn't find you.' bahiyyih whined, sipping leisurely on her iced tea. 'he said when he went by the store you were on your lunch break, and he didn’t have time to track you down.'

'sucks for him.' you huffed, staring out at the ocean.

there wasn't much more to say. hiyyih understood that. you were upset. kai was keeping things from you, and it was ruining your friendship.

during the last week of summer, at the ripe age of sixteen, and around the time most people packed up and moved back to the city - the time period bahiyyih and lea were leaving - kai appeared again. and this time? this time you couldn't hide.

"not here kai. not now"

"no i need to tell you the truth, please."

"kai i can't-"

"i can't not tell you though, you’re important to me."

"if i was important kai, you would put in the effort to at least text me back."

he paused, of course you'd bring up his lack of communication. it's not as if he chose to ignore you, he was refrained from talking anyone who was not family,

"i wanted to, really!" he began, defense at the ready yet so unprepared for your next words. "i just couldn't. and i want to be able to tell you why but i can't."

you frowned at his words. god, kai really hated when you were upset. it just wasn't fair he couldn't tell you.

"and that's the issue with us, kai. i can't trust you if you up and leave constantly, disappearing without any trace."

kai recognized the look in your eyes, and he knew it was one he would remember for the rest of his days. it was similar to the look you gave him at the end of every summer - well, used to give him. except this time, he could tell it was permanent.

"this is goodbye?" he asked, body tense as the realization hit him like a freight train. "i just need until the end of the winter to prove to you-" he pleaded, desperation kicking in.

"kai," you sighed, somehow already conveying everything through just one word. "i've spent too long waiting. i can't spend my entire life waiting. you'll leave today, go live your city life, and maybe i'll see you next summer. but me? i'm here, every day. i can't live here for eternity, waiting for you to maybe show up."

tears were pooling in your eyes at that point, and kai knew not to push you any further.

"this is goodbye." he muttered, more to himself than to you. it didn't feel real. it all felt like some terrible dream, and at any moment he'd wake up, still thirteen and preparing to make his annual trip to the beach.

but it wasn't a dream.

"summer's over kai, it's time you go home."

he nodded, watching you for any sign that you didn't mean what you were saying. but you did. you meant it all.

"do you think - are were still friends in some other time?"

your heart shattered at his words. you two weren't friends anymore.

"we're together in some universe - in the infinite combinations of worlds, in at least one there is no goodbye for you and i." you smiled, allowing the tears to fall.

and so, with those words, kai was gone. and summer would never come again.

authors note: this is my contribution to the holiday season!!! angst!!! also probably the last thing ill post for this year. this draft has been sitting here for 3 months. i wrote this september 25th. inspo also comes from yellowcards ocean avenue!!!

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[wito-chan-bla-bla]

Cats and their people

Your cat was annoying. He was big, mean, and always trying to look up your skirt! Sometimes you were afraid to find out what kind of person a huge white animal symbolizes

~

Au, where there is a cat next to a person from the age of fifteen, which symbolizes soulmate.

Dedicated to the gojo-cat images I've ever seen.

~

A few cats before you start!

Cats. Do you like cats? In fact, the answer is unimportant, because no one asks you… just like the rest of humanity, to be honest.

The thing was that everyone had a soulmate. It took a lot of effort to find your soulmate. And until that moment, a person is forced to drag a cat next to him.

So how does it work? When a person turns fifteen, a cat appears around him, which symbolizes his soulmate. In fact, the animal is not real, it does not need to eat, sleep or drink. The cat does this only because it copies the habits of the person it symbolizes. 

 A cat cannot go far away from the person he or she "cares about", just as a person cannot leave a cat. This can only be done when soulmate is found, because in this case lazy lumps of wool can be turned into tattoos.

The morning you turned fifteen, you almost suffocated. When you opened your eyes, you realized that someone heavy was lying on your face. Pushing the creature away, you realized that it was a huge white cat with sky-colored eyes, which was so fluffy that its strong paws were barely visible.

When I say that the cat was huge, I mean the whole meaning of the word huge. If you take the cat by the front paws and stretch it out in length, it will be almost as tall as you. Yes, you've never been a particularly tall person, but this big hulk scared you.

When you started to descend, the cat, as befits his kind, tried to jump on your shoulders, which is why you almost fell down the stairs. Years later, you got used to his weight, which was clearly less than a real cat would have, but the first time you almost broke your back.

So you started living with a big white cat nearby. And your life was absolutely unbearable!

When you were still in school, a harmful animal loved to lie down on your desk, interfering with homework. At such moments, it was impossible to move the cat to the side even by a centimeter, you even used a vacuum cleaner to drive away the fluffy lump, but the animal turned out to be fearless, and in the end you had to lie on the bed until the cat decided to sit on your face.

The animal that you called "Meiwaku", which means "annoying", could not sit still during your lessons, loitering around the classroom and interfering with others to learn. The cat often even jumped on the teacher's desk and meowed loudly and plaintively, and you eventually had to hide the soulmate symbol in a box for the same harmful animals as him. Unfortunately, you couldn't do it for a long time, because Meiwaku looked at you with the most plaintive blue eyes after each lesson, and you had to take him back to your desk.

Meiwaku not only prevented you from studying, but also stole your food! Every time you took out a cookie and didn't put it in your mouth right away, the big cat appeared out of nowhere and ate the sweetness before quickly hiding under the bed. You shouted at the animal and tried to get it out from under a piece of furniture, but eventually gave up and sat sadly in the corner.

(At such moments, Meiwaku would come to you and gently rub against your hands until you started stroking him. His white fur was really soft, and you enjoyed every night when the cat slept with you in an embrace. (True, you almost always suffocated, because the animal just loved to wake up with a belly on your face)).

Meiwaku loved rummaging through your stuff. Did you put the dried things on the bed to put them in the closet later? It's better for you not to turn away, because after a moment the cat will be sitting on the stack and innocently meowing, looking at you with the eyes of a real person. Also, you should not forget to close the cabinet doors, because the animal will be happy to sit in boxes with shoes, on your shelves and even hang on hangers. (You'll never understand how such a whopper could fit into your modest wardrobe).

And the cat wasn't just lying on your things! He also stole them! One day you put all the garbage you want to throw away in a box, including cheap sunglasses from your childhood. Meiwaku didn't waste any time and immediately started rummaging through the junk, until eventually there was an object on his nose to protect him from the sun. You ran after the screaming cat for a good five minutes until you finally gave up, allowing the animal to walk around the house with a satisfied look and sunglasses on his nose.

(Sometimes he took them off, as if he had lost them, but after a while he reappeared with an object that was holding on to his muzzle for no one knows how).

On top of everything else, Meiwaku was a hidden pervert! (Yes, he's a cat, but he still behaves like his human incarnation. Sometimes, however, it still seemed to you that it was your soulmate looking at you through heavenly eyes). Every time you hurried to school in one skirt and socks, the big white cat lay down in the aisle, hugged your leg with two paws and looked with the most innocent look under the skirt, as if your underwear could really interest him.

Of course, Meiwaku was useful not only in the fact that his wool does not fall on every surface in the house, so your clothes are always clean. The cat seemed to sense your mood very well. If something upset you, he stole the phone from your hands, carefully holding it in his fanged mouth, and forced you to run around the house until you can only think about how the animal infuriates. If you were crying in bed, Meiwaku would always lie on top of you and purr so loudly that you couldn't concentrate on your own terrible thoughts. Sometimes the cat licked your face, removing the tears that had managed to roll down your cheeks. 

And Meiwaku was also a great scarf! One day you forgot to take something warm with you on a school trip and used the cat as a live collar! The cat surprised meowed a couple of times then, but in the end just closed his eyes, turning into one solid fur. Your friend almost fainted when your "collar" meowed softly and opened his eyes that appeared out of nowhere.

In short, your life with a white cat was filled with madness, stealing your cakes and other sweets, trying to push Meiwaku out of the bathroom when you were washing, and warm hugs with the big ball of wool on winter evenings.

In general... not everything is so bad. Especially when the cat does not fall apart on the floor, becoming like a carpet, and you do not step on it while talking on the phone, which causes a wild squeal of pain.

However, sometimes you looked at the cat and couldn't figure out who your soulmate was, what he looked like. He should have white hair, beautiful eyes, tall stature and be simply unbearable. But are there such people? You weren't sure.

But you kept burying your face in the white fur and sniffing the ever-fading smell of cakes while the cat innocently opened its mouth and meowed. Sometimes they stroked his furry belly with hooting when Meiwaku was lying in the sun and resting with his paws tucked up to him.

What a pity that all these cats are never visible in the photo....

*+*

When Satoru turned fifteen, he did not even immediately realize that now a cat would constantly walk with him. Back then, he was still living in the clan's manor, and therefore woke up in his luxurious room all alone. The maids were waiting outside the door to help the young master get dressed, but Gojo only sent them away.

Satoru wandered around the room, yawning, idly going through his kimono and yukata. His favorite things were already packed in a suitcase, so the sorcerer had to wear traditional clothes.

As a result, he decided not to change clothes at all, staying in his pajamas, and go to breakfast, since his parents would not join the "fun" anyway, and the teenager didn't care about the elders. Satoru was already planning to calmly leave his big room, but realized that the air resists today more. Gojo made a lot of effort and even started looking for a curse when he heard a yawn behind him. 

The sorcerer abruptly turned around and sent a paper knife grabbed from the nearest bedside table to his bed. When no one dangerous was found, Satoru began to walk slowly forward until he found a small cat with a coat of color (h/c) in the sheets.

Gojo blinked in surprise a couple of times, putting the "weapon" away. Usually cats, symbolizing soulmate, follow a person, but this animal clearly refused to follow the rules. Satoru smiled and beamed, because his soulmate seems to be very strong, since they can resist his will! The sorcerer grabbed the little cat and put it on his shoulders, the animal did not even wake up. With a big smile, the white-haired teenager hurried to breakfast.

At that time, Gojo did not yet know that the inability to get far away from his cat was not due to the strength of the animal, but to banal laziness. A small creature, not too fluffy, but quite soft to the touch, was constantly sleeping in any accessible place. And the laziness of the cat was so strong that Satoru lost in the battles for dominance.

At first, the sorcerer had to carry the cat on his shoulders, but the lazy ball of wool constantly fell back in his sleep, hitting the floor. And everything would be fine, because the animals could not die and almost did not feel pain, only the non-fluffy creature continued to sleep where it fell, preventing Satoru from continuing to walk!

As a result, Gojo bought a special bag and asked to make a hood in his form so that the cat could sleep there. The animal, by the way, was called "Taida", which means "lazy".

But, of course, Taida was not the ordinary cat. She not only slept and ate constantly. There were days when she was surprisingly active, constantly jumping on Gojo and rushing to gnaw curses with a loud hungry cry. She often crawled under the sorcerer's palms, asking for affection. If someone couldn't find Taida in a hood or a purchased bag, then the cat will definitely be on Satoru's lap!

In general, Taida was affectionate and sweet, lazy and sometimes crazy. This little creature loved to run out in the rain and play in puddles, and Gojo could not forbid the animal to enjoy life, often going out himself to jump in dirty water. The cat also always washed with Satoru and liked to sit on his head, sometimes deliberately lowering her tail so that the sorcerer could not see anything.

Although not everything was always so joyful. Taida hissed at Gojo when he tried to put a beautiful collar, clothes made for cats and other small accessories on the little creature. The cat agreed only to a handkerchief, which Satoru fastened around the neck of a small fluffy lump.

On days when the pressure of the whole world was finishing Satoru, and he did not leave his room, looking at one point, Taida sat on his chest or knees, stretching a thin and elegant paw up. Her soft pads flashed in the lamplight for just a second before Gojo received a light cat slap.

And while the sorcerer touched his cheek in shock, Taida jumped down to the floor and pulled him by the pant leg, like a dog wanting to take a walk. As a result, the animal sat on Satoru's head, meowing loudly, as if performing music for a march, while Gojo strolled in a nearby park, feeling the soft paws move back and forth, massaging the skin of his head.

At the end of the walk, Taida would jump into his arms and meow softly before closing her eyes and going to bed. Satoru smiled looking at the little creature, kissed the animal between the ears and carried it back to school.

In general, his life was calm and quiet, except that it was always necessary to check whether Taida had fallen out of the hood or bag. The only problem was that the cat was similar in appearance and character to many people, so it was very difficult to find who the animal symbolized.

But Satoru was sure that he would easily recognize his soulmate by the white cat next to that one.

In the meantime... he will wait and try to put another bow for paws on Taida.

*+*

You were looking directly at your boss, on whose shoulders lay a beautiful and elegant cat with short hair, which lazily licked its paws. You held Meiwaku tightly in your arms, which made plaintive noises and kicked you with his hind legs, wanting to walk around the office.

–Did you call? – you asked, bending down a little to better intercept the cat.

–Yes, (Y/S)-san, – the man said, not reacting in any way to your actions in relation to the white animal. In fact, having already found his soulmate, he is used to the fact that your cat is practically uncontrollable. – You have been working very well lately, and I would like to give you an important task. A certain ancient family asked us for help in preparing for the wedding. I don't know the reason, but they wanted you to work on this project. They paid a lot of money even before the discussion began, and I hope that you will cope with this task.

–Of course! – you involuntarily straightened up, and the cat fell to the floor with a thud. Meiwaku did not become a shapeless heap for a long time and rushed to study flowers and just green plants in your boss's room. You sighed, casting an angry look at the cat, and went to the man's desk to take the documents.

While you were discussing a large order with your boss, Meiwaku meowed softly, looking at the open shelves on which there were small figurines and compositions of artificial flowers. Noticing something interesting, the cat sat down slightly, meowing softly again, ready to jump.

–Meiwaku, stop! 

The next second, you dropped the documents and flew to the floor to pin the naughty cat to the floor. The animal whined plaintively, but you grabbed it tightly and dragged it across the floor, glad that Meiwaku didn't think to use his claws to stop you.

–Sorry, my soulmate is just an idiot, – you said, picking up the cat in your arms again. – Can I pick up the papers and examine them in my office? Meiwaku has already studied everything there, no problems should arise.

–Of course, (Y/S)-san. Despite the fact that I have already agreed to the deal, I am waiting for your response.

–I'll write to you by mail, – you muttered, grabbing the folder with one hand, the other barely holding the cat, which meowed endlessly, looking at the stuffed mouse on the shelf. 

You finally looked enviously at the small and calm cat on the shoulders of your boss. The little creature had a large and beautiful bow on its neck, obviously bought by the man's wife, because he was allergic to animals. Fortunately, soulmate incarnations were never "ordinary animals", and therefore did not cause anyone problems.

You bowed and hurried to push Meiwaku out into the corridor, where he began to walk masterfully to your small office. Other cats, meeting him on the way, fearfully moved away to the wall, and the huge white animal arrogantly raised its muzzle up.

–You're even more unbearable as a human being, aren't you? – you asked the cat, who looked at you with innocent blue eyes and immediately began to rub gently against your legs. – Tc, you are such a sycophant, Meiwaku.

You sat down at your small table. The cat immediately took his place in a large box, where your baby blanket and a small bunny toy, with which you often played, were located. The hare ended up between Meiwaku's paws, he rubbed his fluffy cheek against the coarse fabric before calmly lying down and starting to doze.

You've looked at the case. It looked like a wedding for people with taste. It was necessary to choose the right meaning of flowers, make beautiful combinations and create a bouquet for the bride. When you saw the amount that people would pay, you immediately wrote that you agreed to take up this case.

Taking out encyclopedias with the meaning of flowers to take them with you to Tokyo, you involuntarily ran your eyes over the family name. «Gojo». Having blinked in surprise, you decided to find information about them on the Internet.

Unfortunately, it only said something about the fact that this family originates from some era there, that it is quite hidden and honors traditions and other uninteresting and useless information. As a result, you decided to give up and find out about everything on the spot, continuing to put books on the table.

By providing a rough draft of the list of flowers that can be used at a wedding to celebrate two families, you realized that it was already evening. Grabbing things, you hurried home, looking before that to your boss to confirm once again that you agree to work

All this time, for some reason, Meiwaku was meowing anxiously, walking ahead of you and preventing you from accelerating. His long body got tangled in your legs, and as a result, you yelled at the cat, grabbed him in your arms and dragged him to the elevator.

And Meiwaku kept on and on meowing plaintively in your tight embrace…

*+*

Satoru sighed as he strolled along the neat paths leading to the next building on his clan's territory. Taida was especially restless today, constantly peeking out of his hood, putting her paws on his head and stretching out to get a better look at what was happening. As a result, the cat even jumped off and started walking next to the sorcerer, which had never happened before.

Gojo looked at the animal with concern. He sat down, stretching out his big hand, stroking almost half of the cat at once at a time. Taida purred contentedly, but suddenly her (e/c) eyes were filled with human horror, and she ran away from the touch, standing in front of Satoru and starting to hiss wildly and aggressively at the one coming towards her.

–Well done, Taida-chan, my good girl! – Gojo giggled, realizing that the animal was so displeased with the approach of one of the elders of his clan.

–Satoru-sama, you should treat your elders more seriously and respectfully, – the old sorcerer said, but the white-haired man had already started cooing with his cat, which continued to hiss angrily at a distant relative of Satoru, strongly fluffing his tail.

The older man sighed and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shifted his gaze to the head of the clan, who was playing with the cat. Clearing his throat, the elder said:

–Satoru-sama, you missed the monthly meeting again, so we decided ourselves that it was time for you to find your soulmate.

–Since when do you decide when I need to find my soulmate? – Gojo asked irritably, raising his cold blue gaze to the elder sorcerer. The old man was already used to it and was not particularly impressed.

–Ever since you don't go to meetings, – the old sorcerer cleared his throat. – Anyway. We found a girl that could be yours…

–It's not interesting, – Satoru immediately said, getting up and hugging the cat to his chest. – Actually, I came to pick up a blanket for Taida-chan. I'm not interested in your stupid decisions.

Gojo walked past the elder of his clan, who allowed himself a smirk at the head of the family. Satoru ignored this, kissing Taida on the muzzle and telling the cat to calm down, because there is no danger nearby.

Heavenly, like Satoru's, eyes looked into the sky. She should be arriving soon.

*+*

You exhaled with relief, yawning, when you finally left the airport. The flight was short, but you slept so well! Yes, all this time some child next to you was crying, but it never prevented you from getting enough sleep. Moreover, you hugged the soft and warm cat, so the flight was more than perfect!

Meiwaku continued to jump anxiously next to you, trying to grab your pant leg and drag you away, back to the airport. Given the weight and strength of this cat, he could have done quite well, so you hurried to pick up the animal and drag it away from the entrance.

Meiwaku is so huge that you always had to call a taxi because he was in everyone's way on the bus. Today was no exception, but you were able to quickly get to the estate of the Gojo clan. The territory belonging to this family seemed huge even from your place in front of the fence, and you now clearly understood why the payment for decorating the wedding with flowers was so great.

You were about to go forward to knock or call, when Meiwaku started to meow furiously and jump in front of your feet, making it difficult to walk. As always, you picked up the annoying cat in your arms and carried it forward. The animal began to meow louder and stronger, now somehow plaintively, while you were looking for any hint of a modern bell.

–Is it really her?

While you were looking at the high fence, Meiwaku was staring with all his eyes at the person sneaking up from behind. The white tail was furiously hitting your legs, paws were kicking the skin, meowing made it difficult to concentrate.

–Yes.

As a result, you turned your head to the cat, opening your mouth to ask what happened, but you couldn't. Everything around you suddenly began to float, and you closed your eyes, falling into someone's hands. The next second you lost consciousness.

*+*

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in quite a nice room... unless you were tied to a chair. Turning your head, you saw Meiwaku, who was trying to chew through the bars, shouting with displeasure. And how did you not wake up earlier from his wild screeching? After blinking a couple of times, you groaned. Why didn't I immediately realize that the Gojo clan is some kind of mafia family?.. But why would they need me in that case?

You frowned, I then heard footsteps. We decided to pretend to be asleep, but at that moment some grandfathers entered the room, and you felt even more uncomfortable. Meiwaku yelled louder.

–Tc, as unbearable as his human incarnation, – the head of a small group said irritably, looking at the cat, which hissed in response to his words. Then the old man turned his head towards you. – (Y/N) (Y/S)-san? – you didn't know whether to nod or not, so you pretended to be deaf. – You don't have to answer, we know it's you. You see, you are the soulmate of the head of our clan, so we invited you here.

And while you were rushing between "so no one really needs my skills?!", "in what place does this mean "invited"?!" and "if I'm his soulmate, then why DID YOU TIE ME UP?!", the old man began to explain further:

–The fact is that you belong to a slightly different world, so we couldn't find you so easily. In fact, in a sense, we are disappointed that you are not a sorcerer, but perhaps, since fate has decreed so, we have no right to argue with her.

The old man walked towards you, stopping and looking straight into your eyes. You felt uncomfortable.

–Despite the fact that you belong to another world, we cannot let you go so easily. Satoru-sama has been getting married for a long time, and this moment seems to be coming very soon.

–S-so there will still be a wedding? – you asked, looking at the old man in horror.

–Of course,– he nodded. – And it will be yours.

All this incredible dialogue was accompanied by the screams of Meiwaku, which now began to beat the ceiling with his hind legs. You turned your head to the cat, who meowed approvingly at you, and then continued to yell.

–But there are, of course, a few "buts", – you immediately tensed up. – The fact is that the head of our clan is an immature idiot. His decisions contradict the usual traditions that have kept our family together for many years. You are his soulmate, you will have a huge influence on him. I would like to offer you a small deal, (Y/S)-san, thanks to which you will be able to continue your life without conflicts between large clans of sorcerers that will threaten your life. Of course, after your agreement, we will release you. By the way, we apologize for such treatment. We just weren't sure that you wouldn't try to attack us and escape.

You froze, looking at the old man and not knowing what to do. Looks like I'll have to agree. Swallowing, you began to slowly lower your head down for a nod…

*+*

–Taida-chan, stop it! Where are you running to?! Didn't you like your new bag? I can buy another one! Or I will continue to wear you only in a hood! Taida-chan, stop right there!

Satoru was almost sobbing when his dear cat abruptly broke out of his grip and ran somewhere. Yes, Gojo could just stop and the animal started running as if on a treadmill, but could he do that to his cute pet? (Besides, it was still necessary to catch Taida somehow).

The sorcerer turned once again and started down the stairs towards the training halls before running on, following Taida, who was hurrying towards the warehouses and living quarters for the servants. Satoru tried to predict the moment when it is worth flying forward and trying to pin the animal to the floor, but still could not decide on it.

Meanwhile, Taida wrapped up once again and punched the paper at the door with her head, flying into the room. The technique immediately dissipated, and Gojo heard a creepy cat scream.

Satoru opened the door to see some girl surrounded by elders, and his cute Taida starts to beat the lock in the cage where a huge white cat is sitting, paws!

Gojo took a second to realize the situation.

The angry sorcerer walked forward and stood over the elders, who were smiling innocently. "You said yourself that you are not interested." Satoru just sent them all away, slamming the door with such force that it almost broke.

You were trembling in your seat, looking at the tall man, wishing now that the old people would come back. The man, breathing heavily after running, turned to you and walked slowly, squatting to look up from the bottom. You looked at his blindfold and didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the white-haired man pulled off the cloth and put on sunglasses, and you turned your head to Meiwaku, who now looked like cheese that was slowly melting on a plate.

–A-a-a…

–So you are my soulmate who is constantly sleeping, even if the music is practically screaming in your ears in the background? 

–So you're my soulmate who steals sweets and constantly tries to look up girls' skirts?

The man opened his mouth, turned his head to the white cat, who continued to snort discontentedly while Taida, who had found a new place to sleep, was sitting on him.

The white-haired man looked at you for a few seconds, and then the ropes fell off, and you exhaled with relief.

–I am Satoru Gojo, – he said, and you hurriedly turned your head when you heard the lock fall to the floor.

–I…

You didn't have time to finish, as Meiwaku knocked you down, almost forcing you to meet your head with the floor. Fortunately, Satoru caught you and picked you up. His own cat, awakened, easily climbed up the man's side and lay down in his hood.

–I…

–How about we chat somewhere else? I need to kill my relatives first, so this place won't be the best for our communication, – Satoru said with a small smile.

–K-kill?!

–Metaphorically speaking, – Gojo said with a sigh, clearly disappointed, carrying you away from the estate.

You pressed against his chest, feeling how a seemingly calm person's heart is beating fast. Smiling, you closed your eyes, lulled by his sweet smell.

By the time Satoru carried you to the gates of the estate, you were already quietly dozing in his arms, just wanting to be in the safety of his embrace longer.

Bonus (?)

You exhaled with relief, because now the big cat will not be constantly on your lap, which is why you often could not get up after sitting for a long time. The seal in the form of Meiwaku appeared on your shoulder. If you are not around your soulmate for a long time, the cat will come back and continue to annoy you.

You sat down on the sofa, enjoying freedom, when suddenly a huge body fell on you, pressing even harder against the soft surface.

–N-now I understand why Meiwaku was exactly like that!

–Hey, I'm not so "annoying"! – Satoru said with pouting lips, pressing his head against your chest.

–Yes, yes, and I'm not so "lazy". Let's face it, Satoru, cats never make mistakes.

You sighed, slapping your hand on his back to hug him, not knowing that in just two months you will be sitting on the same sofa, only now Gojo will hug you from behind, because there will be a huge white cat on his knees, innocently meowing, and a small lazy creature of the same will sleep on your head colors like your hair.

#soulmate au #soulmate #satoru x reader #gojo x fem!reader #satoru x fem!reader #x reader #x fem!reader #Jujutsu Kaisen #gojo x reader

[mikuni14]

Cherry Magic Thailand - Ep 6

When in the previous episode Karan decided to publicly declare his love and put Achi in an awkward situation, I was, I admit, very dissatisfied. Plus it was very out of character with the Karan we knew.

I SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED THIS SERIES MORE. I hereby express my remorse for not believing that CM could maintain character fidelity and continuity, and for believing so easily that the series could hurt me and its characters

In my defense, I will only say that all the series I watch now have disappointed me and betrayed their characters at some point, so there was no indication that CM would be any different in this respect.

Karan, my beloved, what a guy! He can even make his own declaration of love, not about a himself, his own feelings, but about his beloved and his comfort 🥺 He doesn't say that he loves Achi and expect a response from him. Karan treated his confession as informing Achi that his feelings could hurt him, which Karan doesn't want to let happen. Karan feels that he must be fair to Achi. His confession wasn't even romantic, it was… informative. And apologetic. Karan apologized that his affection might disturb Achi's comfort in any way 🥺🥺🥺 Just… I need a moment *takes deep breaths*

I have no words to express how much I was touched by how Karan arranged his life around Achi's life without expecting anything in return. I can't put into words how much it means to me that Karan helps and takes care of Achi in his daily life. There is no need for grand gestures, sacrificing one's life or big drama in their relationship. No, it's about... turning on the kettle. I'm not lying when I say that I have tears in my eyes while writing these words.. Karan (like Mhok), are those types of men who love and treat their love as their own business, their own problem to deal with (like Gao Shi De). Fortunately for Karan, his love interest has the same level of humility, kindness and empathy as him… 🙄

This series is about people: a bit pathetic, who consider themselves to be a bit of a loser, humble, with self-esteem problems. Who, despite everything, still maintain kindness and do so much good for others, without expecting any reward. Without expecting others to bend to them - no, they all, even Pai and Rock, go out of their way to help others, bend for others without treating it as a big deal. And everyone tries so hard not to harm anyone. (after watching Achi and Karan, how can I accept Day and Mhok's potential relationship? lol nope. Not after Achi and Karan decided to notice each other's efforts and kindness. CM clearly shows that they both CHOOSE to notice the other person and their kindness, it doesn't just happens, it's a choice. Day also choose to be cruel and make everything about himself 🤷‍♀️)

What I absolutely love about this series is that when Achi realizes how much Karan means to him, he takes action IMMEDIATELY. He knows what phones are for 😀 The series moves the action straight forward, leads its characters to immediate confrontation, without creating strange "transitions" between scenes that create plot holes, which make frustrated viewers constantly ask "but why don't they just talk?", "why didn't he tell him about it", "why didn't he call, why did he have the phone, for games??". Or without the worst - like, before the characters talk to each other, there are a lot of stupid obstacles and misunderstandings resulting from lack of communication. Achi wants to say something to Karan -> Achi does it. Fucking A, 10/10 💯💯💯

Running to your beloved - very Japanese BL style 😂

Oh gods, I love Pai. How she was all: I WILL HAVE MY FUJOSHI MOMENT EVEN IF IT WAS THE LAST THING IN MY LIFE. Girl, literally same 😆

I love this series because of how warm it is, because of how much kindness there is in it, such ordinary, everyday, helpful, invisible, ordinary kindness. And how being good pays off.

I love this series because, even though the characters are not even together, the series is ABOUT THEM, and their scenes together are perfect, high quality, beautiful, funny, touching. In this episode, Achi and Karan are sort of "passing each other in their lives", and yet they have so many wonderful scenes.

At the moment, it's the best series I am watching and the best series of 2024 (although it's not over yet, so I emphasize, for now). Cherry Magic simply gives me a high-quality product, a whole lot of FEELINGS and ZERO frustration.

Next week preview: "When a man buys you a shirt, it means he wants to be the one to take it off" - excuse me, I'll just spend every minute of this week thinking about it 🤩

#cherry magic #cherry magic thailand #bl drama #thai bl

[wisteriadaydreams]

Can you make a part 2 of party crasher it was so good!!!

THREE'S NOT A CROWD

pairing: Kamado Tanjirō x fem!reader

genre: fluff

words: 2.1k

Part 1

You didn't think any of it when Tanjirō first interrupted your alone time with Nezuko, nor did anything cross your mind the second or third time.

After all, it wouldn't be strange for a brother to want to spend time with his sister, would it? And this is Tanjirō you're talking about, too. Dedicated, determined Tanjirō who would sacrifice a life of simple pleasures and coal-streaked hands for a life wreathed in shadows and the smell of acrid blood to turn his sister back into a human. Tanjirō who would sacrifice anything for Nezuko.

Their bond is one that you often find yourself be envious of. It's one built on years of mutual trust and support, and now even with Nezuko's inability to speak, they're still able to communicate as easily as ever before. One of the things that always bring a smile to your face is seeing the siblings interact — Nezuko making muffled sounds and gesturing animatedly in an effort to convey her thoughts, and Tanjirō nodding along and even asking follow-up questions as if they're having a normal conversation. There's no doubt in your mind that they understand each other, theirs is a bond that surpasses verbal words.

And perhaps another reason why it doesn't bother you is because you enjoy his company too much.

You're convinced that it would be hard-pressed to find anyone who doesn't want to spend more time with Tanjirō once they got to know him. (You know Inosuke does as well, even if he tries to deny it indignantly and loudly.) He goes above and beyond in helping others, and he spends time with people because he genuinely wants to get to know them. You can say something flippantly once and he'll somehow magically be able to remember it. You'll never forget that time when he brings you your favorite late night snack even though you've only mentioned it in passing once.

He's sweet and too kind for his own good and deserves everything good that this world cannot offer to him, so it's only right that you like to be around him so much, wouldn't it? Is it that unusual that even though you're already spending time with him during the day, you hesitate to tell him to leave the room because it never feels enough?

Though you think nothing of it, Nezuko seems to believe otherwise.

You like to say that you've become more attuned to your friend's thoughts and feelings, so you didn't miss the looks that would constantly flit between Tanjirō and you — pensive, with a knowing glint that makes her rosy eyes shimmer for a moment. On one particular evening, when the aforementioned boy has yet to barge through those shoji doors, Nezuko pulled you aside, her face knitted in determination.

Your senses tingled as you watched her write rapidly on your palm as if she has no time to lose.

"What do you think of my brother?"

You registered the question and thought about its motive for a moment, but the answer is already bursting onto your tongue before you can stop it. "I think he's a great friend. He never hesitates to lend a hand and he's always gentle with others. He's considerate and compassionate, and his strength always inspire me every day. I think you of all people know how wonderful your brother is, why are you asking me this?"

"Do you only think of him as a friend?"

You stared at the words even as the touch of her fingers have left your hand, something crackling under your skin like electricity.

"What do you mean? Should I be thinking of him as anything else?"

Nezuko gazed at you with that same knowing look as if she already knew the answer. You didn't understand why, but your heart started beating faster as you turn over her question in your mind. There's no doubt that you care about him. You would do anything to ensure his safety, from having his back in battle to tearing a piece of fabric from your clothes to put pressure on his wound. You drag his limp body inside after training and make hot drinks when both of you are in the kitchen, the moon high and the hallways quiet. You do all these things and more, and you know that he would do the same for you.

Isn't that what friends do when they care about each other?

But then there are the inexplicables. The light tremors that send your heart bouncing around like it's actively trying to escape from your chest. The way your stomach would flip and the hairs on your arm would stand up when he happens to move a little closer to you. The sense of belonging and comfort that turns your mind into a bed of clouds, something that you've only felt when you're with him. There are times when you feel like being around him is like standing too close to the sun — resplendent and blinding, burning down all of your defenses and filling you with light.

(You think you understand why a moth is so tempted by the flame.)

Nezuko's fingers moved to construct the beginning of another sentence, but the sound of the shoji door opening interrupted her. Tanjirō walked through and the wisps of her words is a thought unfinished, but you're able to fill in the gaps nonetheless.

Despite what you believed, those questions may be buried somewhere deep in your thoughts, but they never truly escaped. You still care deeply for Tanjiro, but those inexplicables have become more noticeable, more nagging and pulling at the strings of your mind. You like to think that you still acted the same around him, but perhaps the implication that your actions haven't changed is even more telling.

(And perhaps you're just afraid to give a name to what you can already explain.)

You knew you needed to talk to Nezuko and for once, as you walk towards her room in the middle of the night, you hope that Tanjirō won't be there. The noises of the peaceful night is lost on you as you focus on one destination in mind, but even as your ears seem to tune out the world, you're still able to notice the thump of very familiar footsteps.

"(Y/N)!" His voice is not loud enough to bounce off the walls, but enough to kick your heart into overdrive.

"Tanjirō?" Though you were hoping to not run into him, a traitorous part of you can't help but feel happy. "What's wrong? You looked like you ran here." It's barely noticeable, but you hear him panting a little, his chest rising up and down more than usual.

"There's...something I need to talk to you about. Can–can we go somewhere else?"

You silently debate on what to do in your mind. Although you really really want to talk to Nezuko right now, it's hard to deny him. So, after an arduous mental battle with yourself, you finally find yourself nodding. He takes you to a secluded spot in the garden that you showed him, where you know no one would interrupt you. It makes you wonder what is so important that he wants no one to walk in on you.

The moon is a beacon of light, and even the butterflies seem to have ceased their flight to make way for the silence. Even then, no one said a word.

You couldn't recall the last time you felt this jittery around him. He has always been able to make you feel comfortable, no matter the time or situation. So it's almost strange to see him like this, his feet rooted to the ground, him wringing his hands together, his eyes darting all over the place but never on you.

You think you should say something, but your tongue felt like it just turned into dead weight in your mouth. Inevitably, your eyes land on each other, but it manages to make both of you almost jump out of your skins and immediately look away.

"So...uh—" The act of talking somehow become an entirely foreign concept to you. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Right! Right...umm..." Tanjirō is just as tongue-tied as you are, his bottom lip being gnawed between his teeth. Finally, you see him take in several deep breaths, and after what seems like an internal battle, he gains back some of his confidence. He looks at you with that familiar, resolute spark, the one that always make you unable to tear your eyes away.

"I want you to know that I care about you, and not in the way you think. Well, no, actually, maybe yes like the way you think. I do care about you that way, as a friend and companion." His previous confidence slowly dissipates as he rambles, but you patiently listen to him. "But the thing is my care for you runs deeper than that. Whenever you get injured, I feel like I'm also the one that got hurt. All I wanted is for you to be safe, happy, and smiling. But then I realized...that I want you to always smile at me like that." His words make your breath hitch, but you're barely able to recover as he continues. "Your smile makes my day better no matter what, and I find myself wanting to talk to you, want to be with you even if it's too late to be awake. I admire how strong you are, admire how you're able to stand up no matter how many times you fall. I like how you would hum a little song under your breath while you're doing something. I like how you would close your eyes in satisfaction whenever you eat. I like how you would deny that you're sleepy even when tears form in your eyes from yawning. I like how you would grumble when it's too early in the morning and Inosuke's already causing a ruckus. I like them all...and I realized that it's because I like you...I like everything about you."

He stops for breath, his entire body shaking and his knees going weak as if he just went through the hardest training in his life. You, on the other hand, while your brain is desperately gobbling up everything that he said and examining them over and over again in disbelief and shock, your heart finally gains the courage to give the inexplicables the name that has been right there all along.

"...(Y/N)? D-do you want to say something? You don't have to answer anything right now if you don't want to! I-I just want to know what you're thinking."

"Oh. Oh." The word is soft as it spills from your lips. Raw, unbridled waves of emotions too rapid for you to place buzzes to the very tips of your toes, making your hands fly to your mouth when tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. "I can't believe it."

"(Y/N?! What's wrong?" Tanjirō immediately panics at the sight of them. "Was it something I said?"

"No, no, it isn't that." You wave your hands around and let out a bewildered chuckle. "Do you want to know why I was walking through the estate this late at night? I wanted to talk to Nezuko about you, about how I've been feeling different around you. But now, I don't need to do that anymore. Because I realize that I like you. I like you so much, Tanjiro."

"Oh my gods." His eyes are wide like the moon. "I was just with Nezuko. She was the one who got me to acknowledge my feelings for you. She told me I kept interrupting your time with her because I wanted to spend time with you, and she's...not wrong about that." He avoids your eyes as a blush overtakes his cheeks.

"Oh, I see. Well, I like spending time with you too." Now it's your turn to feel butterflies in your stomach. All those moments run through your mind, and you seem to see them in a new light. "So, where do we go from here?"

"I know that being a Demon Slayer throws us into situations that we can't anticipate. There's no telling what will happen in the future, what may happen to us. But even with such uncertainty, there's no doubt in my heart that I want to be by your side. I want to hold your hand and watch the stars with you. I want to eat meals with you and hear you talk. I want to lay on the grass and watch the clouds go by with you." There are many more things that Tanjirō wants and wants, but they can reveal themselves another day. "If that's alright with you."

His eyes burn like smoldering cinders, and you know that there's nothing he can ask of you that you would deny him of.

"Of course." You step closer to him, in search of that warmth that radiates like the sun, enough to finally understand what it's like to be set ablaze. "Of course."

(You're getting Nezuko whatever she wants the next time you see her.)

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#kamado tanjiro #tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro x you #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #sunshine of my life #he's my sun #a dream come true #wisty writes

[icebrooding]

I need more brain-to-words ability to convey this better but. Trahearne's aversion to his Hunt and actively trying to hide from it and postpone it due to fear of failure and that being connected to his position as the first of the Firstborn and seeing a reflection of how he took his role as the eldest.

He clarifies that it is an instinct for a creature to 'defend its young' (paraphrased), using this in clear reference to the sylvari as a whole, on how to care for the newly awakened.

And, as the oldest sylvari, to him this could mean the other firstborn too. Despite his best efforts, I think there is a lot of 'failure' of this principle regarding his interactions with the other sylvari in their youth.

Riannoc. The first three dead secondborn. Malomedies. The 20-something dead secondborn. It's entirely possible that, as the oldest, he may have seen them all as his responsibility. And while he says that something may not always be successful in protecting their young, we only really see instances in the sylvari youth where things went very, very wrong.

It would be one thing to make mistakes at times, but wouldn't this just come across to him as constant failure? Even if things were outside of his hands to do anything about.

He seemed to be around the Grove more consistently in his youth, but this obviously changed at some point to where he became 'that weird semi-isolationist sylvari who spends all his time in long-dead lands'.

Personally, I think the incident with the secondborn was the final straw before he started leaving for long stretches of time, since we don't really see the aftermath. If this was his way of perception, what do you think exactly would happen to him, mentally, if due to his age/position he sees himself as the one who should be keeping the other sylvari safe, but so many have died or been maimed in horrifying ways, and he hasn't been able to do a single thing to avert it? (This coming not long after what happened to Malomedies does not help, and it's possible that Cadeyrn could have exacerbated it, knowing how volatile he was the last time.)

I would think that maybe he turned to treating things at home the same way he would treat his own Hunt; trying to run and hide from it. He had the perfect excuse to leave the Grove behind and not have to think about having to take care of the other sylvari, and thus possibly fail them. He needed to distance himself as the only way to cope with the expectations he's put upon himself. To cope with not living up to basic instinct.

But it's something of a double edged sword; something he does to protect himself because he simply does not know how to otherwise, but his time away alienates himself from his home and family to the point he feels 'distant' more and more each time he comes back.

A lot of Trahearne's character is kind of about this person who manages to form many bonds with people, yet remains lonely. Someone who is looked up to and confided in, but has none to confide in himself. Someone who is a natural leader, but has nobody to guide him. Someone who is accomplished, but too scared to achieve what he wants.

(I mean, doesn't it say something when his most important life decisions were not of his own choice but rather things he was set up for by forces outside his control or through other people's suggestion?)

Trahearne eventually is able to overcome his fears regarding his Hunt, or at least is able to confront them, when the Commander comes into his life and becomes one of the few if not the only person he can look to the same way everyone else looks to him. By the end of the Personal Story, he is something of a changed man.

And I think, in some way, HoT could also be about him coming to face and cope with his other fear, regarding the sylvari and who he was to the rest of them.

At least, this is how I personally can read his character, and its a reading I like, since I really wanted to know more of what life was really like from his side, one full of expectation and responsibility and pressure.

I've re-written this exact thing several times now, because I just struggle to fully get across the idea I have here, but I figured I might as well throw it to the wind. and hopefully not get bullied for 'being too analytical on stuff that doesn't matter' again cri

#gw2 #text #trahearne #where Houx puts on their 'character analysis lens' and thinks way too hard on things #i just love him and i think there is some complexities there i want to REALLY dig into

[astroyongie]

Svt love language coming soon ? 😌

Seventeen Love Language

Scoups

Receiving: He would feel loved when people do things for thing, cook or do that extra chore he didn't had time. he believes in love that he can see

Giving: He is more of a communicator when it comes to giving love, he would be vocal about his feelings

Wonwoo

Receiving: Words of affection are very important to smooth his mind and soul. He only feels loved when it's spoken

Giving: Wonwoo is someone that is very honest, if he loves you, he will be voicing them out. So just like he loves receiving affectionate words, he will give them back

Vernon

Receiving: He needs people who will move and do things for them, that do acts of service and kindness toward him without him having to ask for it

Giving: Vernon shows his love through physical touch, either it's sexual or purely soft love

Mingyu

Receiving: He feels taken cared of when his partner buys him stuff, surprise him with a nice gift. He feels loved when people put thought on what he wants

Giving: You know he loves you when he spends a lot of time around you. Mingyu is busy but he will make quality time with his partner a thing

Hoshi

Receiving: Just like Wonwoo, he prefers to receive the wordings of the ones he love. Looking right into his eyes and voicing their thoughts and feelings

Giving: He talks a lot, and it's the same with his feelings because he is only genuine when he voices his feelings. If he never says 'I love you' back, then you know he won't care

Dino

Receiving: He wants to be pampered, someone that will take care of him, do things for him. He feels loved when people make effort to please him

Giving: Dino is the type to show his love through hugs, snuggles, soft pets. He can be very touchy when he cares for someone

The8

Receiving: Just like Dino, he feels loved when someone actually take care of him and of his needs without him having to be direct or voicing them

Giving: Dates, soft night out, eating in front of the couch, going to paces together. He shows his love by spending quality time with his partner

Jun

Receiving: He needs to hear people say that they love them, he doesn't have the best self confidence so he feels loved hen people are vocal about it

Giving: He loves to spoil his partner, he buys them a lot of gifts and are always surprising them with something

Woozi

Receiving: He doesn't care much about what the person does, he just want them to be honest and be vocal about the love they have for him

Giving: This boy doesn't have much Time in his life, so you know he loves you when he actually spends time with you despite having a lot to do

Joshua

Receiving: Pamper him, cooking for him, getting him things he had to time to get, preparing him a nice bath. These little actions make him feel loved

Giving: This is a mutual thing, just as he loves someone that will take care of him, he will take care of the person back. It's all about balance

Jeonghan

Receiving: Voice it, he has a big ego and he feels happy and content when his partner is very vocal about their feelings toward him

Giving: He is usually a very sexual guy, that shows his love through physical interaction. It's also about holding hands, touching, looking into your eyes.

DK

Receiving: Like most of the boys, he loves when there's someone who will do acts of service and actually take care of his needs so he can think about something else

Giving: He is very vocal, he has always been. DK would be the type to always say that he loves you, that he finds you beautiful, etc

Seungkwan

Receiving: Again, it's all about the acts of service, it's all about taking care of him, cooking for him, pampering him when he needs,

Giving: Good things is Seungkwan also gives back. When it's your turn you can't do things, he will do them for you and take care of you

#seventeen #seventeen astrology #seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Morning *waves*

For the touch starved prompts, "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" with Keyleth and Vax? Or with Percy maybe?

Thank you <3

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there hell yeah, i need more percy & kiki in my life

The sending stones are for emergencies. Keyleth sits on one half of the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, and stares at the small gray rock sitting accusatorially atop her bedspread. It's for emergencies, like dragon attacks or that time a gaggle of ettins was threatening Whitestone's perimeter. If the stones are used frivolously, especially so early in the morning, when the sky is pre-dawn gray and the birds are still waking, they can't be used later in the day in the event of an actual crisis.

(Because despite the crater in her chest, despite the way she can't get warm, despite the sheer effort she must put into each breath in and out, this is not a crisis. This is just her life now.)

She stares at the stone. The stone stares back. All she needs to do is get up. She will get up, get dressed, and leave the house—it still smells like him, all these months later, what kind of magic is that—and everything will be fine. She will smile, and it will not reach her eyes, and the people of Zephrah will pretend not to notice, and after a thousand years or so of this, she will finally be free. She just needs to get up.

(And what would she even say? Percy, I'm so sad today. Percy, the bed is too cold and the house is too quiet. Percy, I feel like I'm dying. Percy, sometimes I wish that I was. No. He has a family now, a child who needs him, a people to lead—just like her. She just needs to get up.)

Her fingers reach out, curl around the stone. It is cold, its weight a condemnation in her hand. It is irresponsible to use the stone like this. She needs to do better.

She squeezes it, brings it up to her lips. It glows a luminescent blue. "Percy? I'm not...okay. I'm not okay. Everything hurts. I can't breathe. Fuck, I can't breathe. I don't know what to do, I just need—"

Twenty-five words. The blue light fades, and the rock is a rock once more. It doesn't matter. She had nothing else to say, has no idea what she needs. (She knows what she needs.) She stares at the stone, and the stone stares back.

(It would hurt less if she stretched and cracked her fingers out into Minxie's claws, reached in and tore the heart from her chest. It would hurt less if she twisted herself into a bird, all black feathers and beak, and took off into the sky, far from here, far from where his boots sat and his laughter echoes. Gods, she just needs it to hurt less. There are so many years to go.)

The response takes less than half a minute. When his voice comes through, Keyleth sputters out the breath she'd been holding. "Keyleth? Get yourself to the tree. Don't pack anything, just get here. We'll take care of you. Gilmore will tell your father. I'll be waiting."

They hit her at the same time, the guilt and the relief. We'll take care of you, the we being him and Vex, as if Vex doesn't have enough on her plate, her own gaping wound to stitch closed. But it doesn't stop her from following instructions, stiffly, robotically. She stands, somehow gets shoes on her feet and a sweater around her shoulders. (She keeps her nightgown on. She can't imagine staying awake for much longer—but then, she can't imagine ever sleeping again.)

Her body carries itself to the cherry tree in the center of Zephrah, placed here for easy traveling purposes. The Air Ashari still sleep. In the distance, she swears she sees the flash of a black wing, but when she turns, she sees nothing but the mountain air. She places her hand on the trunk, rough (like his hands) and cold (like his half of the bed), and thinks of the Sun Tree. When the bark twists itself into a portal, she doesn't even have to walk through. She is pulled into familiar arms, and there is Percy's voice in her ear, murmuring low, "It's alright, Keyleth. I've got you."

And she lets herself fall.

#ask #ravendruid #lmao i'm mad at you for this one bc you made me make myself sad #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #my fic

[otomes-world]

"Under fantasy disguise" part Heartslabyul

i posted it before unedited (maybe a little), so when i looked it a moment ago i wanted to hit something with my head. okay, there is nothing new. i just corrected some typos. there are still plenty of them here, im sure. if you would find something strange - let me know. i`ll take a look. apart from that the plot remained the same as yandere behavior, mention of gore and 5k word.

Seeing greenery after long wanderings among the mountains was like a blessing from above. Leaning down to a small stream of clear water, you lowered your hands and took a couple of sips of water. As soon as the life-saving liquid flowed down your throat, you felt alive again. Slowly getting up, you began to explore the unfamiliar area.

You didn't know what was the starting point of your journey. Just one night, when you were returning home, a horse, black as night itself, jumped out from around the corner. Before you had time to figure out why, he flew at you with all the silt and the world around him disappeared. Opening your eyes, you saw only bare stones around you, proudly towering over you, as if laughing at your situation. A sudden rustle-.. you turned abruptly to see a cat or better to say some kind of animal rummaging through your bag.

"Nya! This is garbage! How will this help me become a magician?!"

Perhaps you have not fully recovered, because the thought of the strangeness of the talking animal did not flash through your tired head. You just silently waited for the animal to finish and throw away things that have become useless. Putting them back again - there was only a phone, a pack of napkins and other ordinary things, in the form of scissors and other things - you threw it over your shoulder and went wherever your eyes look.

There was another rustle behind him, "How dare you ignore the Great Grimm?!"

You lazily turned around when you saw the cat wagging its muzzle behind you. Perhaps he, like you, had nowhere to go - you thought and beckoned him closer. The cat was only useful occasionally. He knew about this world no more than you, that was, absolutely nothing. However, his company was better than going nowhere alone.

You exhaled tiredly. As soon as you were left alone, in silence, you began to sink into your thoughts. With an effort of will, you drove away the ghosts of the past in order to focus on the bright colors of a new day. However, you would be happy with anything. Everything was better than stones or stones or, for example, stones. Apparently, Grimm shared your position, since as soon as you stepped onto the green carpet, he immediately rushed off somewhere. You didn't worry, the cat always came back, and you knew that this case would be no exception.

"Servant!" Just as you thought, soon the loud voice of the animal was heard. However, what he held in his paws confused you. You expected to see some berries, maybe a small fish, but not a whole freshly baked pie. "The Great Grimm takes care of his charges!"

The cat, not understanding the look of complete shock on your face, continued to boast, holding the pastry high above his head. Such a discovery - or theft - could only mean two things: there were people nearby, and soon the owners of the pie were to appear. Hearing a noise growing in the distance, you wearily rubbed the bridge of your nose. With that kind of luck, or rather the ability to foresee the consequences, you could very well go fortune telling on the roads. If you had cards, of course.

Shaking yourself off, you walked over to Grimm and took the pie away, to an irritated, hurtful meow. Let you perfectly understand the feeling of your companion - you yourself would not refuse to eat something even remotely resembling food - this did not negate the fact that stealing was bad. And stealing, catching the eyes of everyone you could, was doubly bad.

You didn't have to wait long, the stomping of feet stopped somewhere nearby and was replaced by a loud swearing, "Jeuce! You, bird's head, I said that he went here! Let's get it over with before Riddle decides to rip our heads off too!"

"Nya-..!"

Grimm let out a scream, which he immediately muffled with his paws. Apparently, the prospect of losing his head did not please him, as well as you. Fortunately, you were not heard, because a second voice joined the first. "Deuce! De-u-ce! What did I do wrong?! AAA!"

His scream deafened you for a moment as you, deciding to take advantage of the situation, gently pushed the pie from the bushes in which you and Grimm had hidden a little earlier forward. The surprise effect worked, but not the way you planned. Therefore, having beckoned the cat behind you, you cautiously stepped out of the bushes, frightening the second young man, picked up the cake and held it out, secretly hoping that it looked friendly enough.

"My-... friend," you trailed off, choosing your word. "I took something from you. I'm returning it."

Unlike his companion, the red-haired, slightly more disheveled, took the pastry suspiciously and examined it, and then you and Grimm, who was hiding nearby. "Yeah, yeah, don't you think, we will believe that you didn't add anything to this pie?"

"Actually.. I think," you shrugged, spreading your arms. You simply did not have enough time and materials to quietly spoil the cake. Seeing that he wasn't impressed, you added, "We're sorry."

The blue-haired youth who insisted his name was 'Deuce' looked at you with a little less doubt. You glanced over at yourself and whistled inwardly. Your appearance left much to be desired. Who gets into the Other World with a suitcase of things? Certainly not you.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. Not the best on second thought.

"As I understand it, you have some kind of celebration?.." You asked carefully, and without waiting for an answer, you continued. "If so, we could go along with you and explain the situation to the rest of your friends."

To be honest, there was nothing to explain. Everything was crystal clear, but if someone could show you the way to the nearest town, so much the better. You might even be allowed to stay for a day. Perhaps a little more. Traveling without the mundane essentials was pretty exhausting, and you'd give anything for the chance to sleep on something other than land and take a bath. You hoped it existed in this world too.

As soon as Deuce wanted to object, the red-haired man immediately shoved a pie into his hands and spoke unexpectedly friendly with a wide smile. Now you had suspicions.

"How nice of you! Such as you don't see often, I'm sure head Riddle will think the same. My name is Ace Trappola, and this one," he gestured at the second youth, "Deuce Spade. We'll have to hurry if we're even more late, who knows what might happen."

Raising an eyebrow to his drastically changed attitude, you exchanged glances with the Grimm. The cat continued to hide behind you as you replayed the words in your head. Based on everything you heard about this Riddle, you liked him less with every second. Especially after the part with the head, or to be more precise, the loss of it. However, you had no other choice. You didn`t want to stay out in the wild any longer. Therefore, you nodded and, picking up the cat in your arms, followed them.

Surprisingly, despite the negative first impression, Ace turned out to be a good guy, albeit with a long tongue. Deuce, his opposite, tried his best to smooth over the words of a friend when he said something very rude. You were grateful to him, but his phrase in defense of your appearance in the form of "Maybe this is such a style!" didn't make you happy. You did your best to follow the rules of hygiene, but in the mountains it was especially difficult to do this. Moreover, even though you made an effort, your clothes were not designed for such travel.

To sum up, you looked pretty shabby with life and not only with it.

The cat after a while jumped down, went on his own and started arguing with Ace. Apparently, he felt comfortable. You were happy for him. At least someone from your company did not lose faith in the best. Along the way, you decided to ask a little about the world. Fortunately, your request did not hang in the air. Deuce did most of the talking, in whose narration Trappola occasionally inserted his comments.

The world you found yourself in was called Twisted Wonderland. The mountains were only part of a vast archipelago called the Night Raven lands. Right now you were heading to one of the residential areas - Heartslabyul, known for its adherence to the laws. There were not unimportant trifles, because for one careless act you could lose your head.

"If you're thinking of breaking a rule, don't, not while you're here," Ace added casually.

Before you started worrying about your safety, Spade continued. Beyond lies the steppes of Savanaclaw, inhabited by human with animal traits. The climate there was harsher than in Heartslabyul, the air was dry and full of dust. Only a few choose the steppes. Chaotic citizens were led by the of Leona Kingscholar.

"He's something like a king there," the red-haired man chimed in again graciously.

Kudos to you, Ace, you thought as you prepared to listen further.

Either the city or the trap - lake Octavinelle. The water stretches far beyond the horizon, creating a feeling of infinity. It was impossible to cross it along without the permission of the head of Azul Ashengrotto. The young man leaned over and whispered in a barely audible voice, "They say that he is able to fulfill any wish. As soon as you approach the shore, stones with elegant golden letters carved into them immediately catch your eye. You just need to fulfill the written and-.."

"Drown" Ace turned around. "What? If your dream is to become fish food or something worse, I`ll give you a flag."

As soon as you mentally made a note in your head to stay as far away from the reservoir as possible, Trappola took over the role of the narrator, “The main thing is not to get confused where to go. Ahead is the desert where the Al-Asim rule. Is something ringing in your head? So you are a bigger airhead than Deuce," ignoring his friend's discontent, he continued. "Actually, I don't know about the others, but the head there is pretty good. Much better than ours. But you still have to get to it. I doubt that you want to meet the Viper"

Snake? You knew that different animals lived in the desert, including snakes. This was no reason to single them out the way Ace did. However, it could be some very poisonous inconspicuous creatures, or vice versa gigantic. You would not want to face either the first or the second option.

"Then, is this the end?"

You guessed, but Deuce shook his head, "Beyond the sands lies the kingdom of Pomefiore. The forests there are so remote that getting lost and becoming a dinner for wild animals is easy."

"Better than meeting the locals," Trappola went on to put in biting comments. "I've only seen Hunt once and don't want to again. Although it's the same thing with head Vil. You have no idea how much he knows about poisons. If by some miracle you get further," the young man glanced at you. “Which is very unlikely, it’s easier to lie down and not move anywhere. A river flows through the whole area, which I don’t advise you to meddle in. There is a cave on the other side.”

"There are rumors that this is a portal to the Underworld," Spade shared, but was promptly interrupted by a friend.

"Yes, of course, and then lies the land of fairies. Only a complete idiot would believe it. No, the idiot will first go and take a dip in Octavinelle. That's why, I'd rather go headless than go anywhere," Ace stopped and you finally noticed that you had arrived. He turned around and defiantly waved his hand around the unusually shaped building. "Tada! Welcome to Heartslabyul. With any luck, you may keep yours on the first day~."

At his words, you involuntarily reached for your neck. You still had no idea if the guy was joking all this time or if he was serious. How could there be someone who could chop other people's heads right and left. As if in refutation of your thoughts, a scream cut through the air, from which you involuntarily cringed.

"Off with your Head!"

"Oi, I don't think we're on time," Trappola looked around warily. Taking the pie from Deuce and putting it back into your hands, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you forward. "But with Riddle, no time is 'right'. Flag with pie in hand, and what's your name?" You opened your mouth, but didn't manage to utter a word. "That's exactly what you're going to say to the head. Hurry up!"

You didn't walk, you were pushed by a force called Ace, whose intentions only now dawned on you. He was going to use you as a shield. Damn him, you thought. Him and Grimm, and that black horse, and the whole world. Imagination drew terrible pictures, but to your surprise, when the rose bushes parted, you saw not a great and terrible head, but a man younger than yourself. He also noticed you and for a while you looked at each other.

He was dressed in a white and red doublet with a long red cloak barely touching the ground. All his clothes were decorated with various card symbols and roses. You involuntarily drew an analogy with a children's fairy tale. Feeling another push in your back and a muffled "Say something" voice, you extended your hands with the pastries forward in a familiar gesture. 

"My companion and I," you nodded at the once again hushed Grimm, "travel through your lands. Hunger eclipsed his voice of reason," if he had one, of course, "and he took it without asking. Allow me on his behalf to bring apologize and return what was stolen."

The silence dragged on, during which you thought of what else you could say. Luckily, the head didn't look annoyed. He took a few steps towards you and spoke, "You could make a good citizen of Heartslabyul."

You didn't know if this was a compliment or not, so you simply replied, "You flatter me. That's what anyone would do if they were me. I hope my friend didn't ruin your party."

"No, but that doesn't mean that his guilt is completely exhausted. By the authority of the Queen of Hearts vested in me, I sentence him to help prepare the UnBirthday celebration. You," he looked at you. "You can join too if today isn't your birthday. Ace, Deuce, take the cake back to Trey and get back to work.

"I-.."

"The answer should be `Yes, head!`"

Before it dawned on you that you were not obliged to obey his orders, you mechanically responded in unison to the unfriendly chorus of voices of young men who grabbed you and Grimm and dragged you in an unknown direction. When you finally came to your senses, you were already far away. Restoring your breath, you already thought that the vast expanses of nature are not so bad. At least there was no need to turn into a card soldier. Everything that happens, involuntarily reminded you of one story from the past world. About the cruel Queen, about the court, about the lost one... You frowned, trying to remember how that story ended, but nothing came to mind.

Suddenly, one of the doors opened, revealing a spacious kitchen. On the table were laid out all sorts of sweets that you had already seen in your world. Except they were better. Much better. Like from the most expensive candy store. Which made it doubly surprising to see only one young man inside, who adjusted his glasses that had slipped to the side and looked at your noisy company that was waiting on the threshold.

"Chief Trey! We're with a present," Ace walked into his house holding a pie in one hand. As if it was entirely his merit.

"ADeuce duo with their heads~♪ Whose luck did you run out of this time? Ace? Deuce? Or maybe both?" Now you paid attention to the one who was about to leave, but stopped when he saw your trio. Then he leaned towards you, looking straight into your face, which made you immediately take a couple of steps back. "Hmmm~ A new face among the usual ones, what makes this party different from others?"

You spread your hands in a friendly gesture, trying to look as natural as possible. What was happening was starting to make you pretty nervous.

As if sensing your confusion and again wanting to help soften the atmosphere, Deuce patted you on the shoulder, "You know. Head Riddle obviously liked you, usually he doesn't even listen, but immediately cuts off head!"

"So, am I lucky?" You could not restrain yourself and asked, but the young man did not catch your sarcasm and continued as if nothing had happened.

"That's right! I'm so glad you're staying for the party. I'm sure you've never tasted better than Chief Trey's strawberry tart."

"Hmmm~" you smiled, deciding to close this topic for a while. "Can I wash my hands somewhere? If I can also wash my face, it will be doubly great."

It was about a week since you decided to stay in Heartslabyul. Might a little more, Might a little less. At some point, counting days became more difficult, and more of a whim than a necessity. You could not explain why this happened, because everything around Riddle obeyed the rules and strict routine. It felt like you were the only one who was kept in the dark about the time of day. 

Everything seemed too suspicious.

A beautiful picture attracted the eye, but the phrases thrown here and there did not allow the aroma of roses and delicious pastries to completely confuse you. On the way here, you managed to see not one or two, but dozens of people with red collars. Moreover, for others it was so familiar that the same Trappola, rushing forward, never paid attention to them. You did not know how true their story about other lands was, but how little they told about theirs was reason enough to doubt.

Speaking about Riddle during your stay, you managed to hear many different stories about him, but never saw confirmation of this. In addition, the only time in your first meeting. You could not understand how such a young man became the head at such an early age. However, after some time you noticed how much effort he made even when you could just relax and just go with the flow. 

However, you began to notice that very imperceptibly you stopped seeing and communicating with anyone, except for those young men whom you met for the first time. To be more precise, Riddle took most of your attention. Helping with documents, counting property, and in free time, cramming the rules, of which there were more than eight hundreds. It seemed that one could break the rule simply by walking down the street and breathing. Which was what you most often noticed when you see more and more people getting a new accessory.

Riddle himself was amazingly lenient to you. In cases where anyone would have already lost their head, you received a reprimand at best and at worst an hour of private study of the laws.

You might have been more than comfortable here, but if you stayed, you would not have found your way home. Convinced that there was nothing that Riddle did not know, you somehow shared your thoughts with him. A truly stupid decision. After a long conviction that other lands did not deserve your attention, moreover, are not suitable for life, the issue was closed and was not subject to discussion. However, you had taken some advantage for yourself. Rosehearts unwittingly showed you the map, which you later secretly hid in your bag from him. Not wanting to get caught, you no longer approached the library, strenuously pretending that the young man managed to convince you.

"Deuce?!" You almost screamed at the top of your voice, seeing a blue-haired young man was as unexpected as seeing flowers in the garden other than roses.

He immediately extended his hand to your face, drowning out the sound and looking around warily.

After making sure that no one was around, he spoke quickly, haltingly, as if he was running of time. "You need to get out of here. Head Riddle has been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. Ace and I will try to buy a little time, but no more. Grab the Grimm and get out before you'll be catched." Seeing that you didn't even question his words, he continued. "There's a room around the corner, two turns to the right. You can hide there for a while."

You wanted to say so much, but the words refused to form in your head. Instead, you put all the emotions you feel in that moment into one word, "Thank you."

Spade smiled and ruffled your hair, a gesture unfamiliar to him. His smile looked so sincere, and you found yourself thinking that this might be the last time you see it. Putting his hands on your shoulders and gently turning you around, he pushed you in the same way as Ace did in the first meeting. Without turning around - because you knew, otherwise you would not be able to leave - you hurried to where the young man pointed.

Following Spade's description, you found a small room that turned out to be a small bathroom or something like it. Closing the door behind you, you allowed yourself to exhale. Approaching the barrel with water inside, you took a mug lying next to you and, after typing a little, went to an empty wooden bucket. The cold water helped bring clarity to thoughts, as well as set goals.

First, find the little gremlin and then get away with him much further. Perhaps while everyone else was celebrating, you could slip into the kitchen and collect leftovers and get some water. Yes, you told Grimm that stealing was bad, but in the current situation, you were ready to come to terms with your moral principles. Either a small load on the conscience, or the absence of a head on shoulders. No matter how you look at it, the choice was clear.

Gently opening the door, you first looked around. The corridors were empty, apparently, the party, whatever it was, had already begun. Carefully taking a step forward so as to make as few noises as possible, you tried to figure out which way the kitchen would be. To great luck, after wandering a little, you found the treasured door and slipped inside. There was no one inside, and you, remembering the time, or rather its extreme lack, quickly looked around in search of at least some food. After a couple of minutes of searching, you found a jar of cookies in one of the lockers and immediately put it in a bag that you didn’t let go of all this time. Picking up some kind of thermos from your past world, you also threw it inside and approached the door, listening.

The silence was getting on nerves.

It seemed that all you heard was your own breathing and heartbeat. In your mind, you repeated once more: first find the Grimm, then the exit. 

Gathering your strength, you took a deep breath and walked out. The longer you were inactive, the more precious minutes you lost. Somehow, you managed to get outside, where your lungs were filled again with the scent of roses and something slightly pungent. The second smell that mingled was painfully familiar, but you couldn't figure out what it was. Holding your nose with your hand to breathe as little of it as possible, you dove into the freshly painted rose bushes. Why someone would need to paint flowers, you did not understand, but now it was in your favor. You hoped that the smell of paint and thick greenery would help you escape unnoticed. 

Moving as quietly as possible, you managed to stain your already shabby clothes and move hardly half a meter. Hearing footsteps, you immediately froze, ceasing to breathe from anxiety.

"Again someone ruined the mood of the head," an unfamiliar voice spoke up.

He was immediately told by another, "Does he ever have a good one? Come quickly, if you do not want to join this poor fellow," he nodded at his bucket and, dipping brush, continued to walk on.

The eyes turned into two saucers when you understand what exactly they use to paint roses. Suddenly, a metallic hue that you hadn't noticed before became more pronounced than the rest, completely overlapping the floral one.

Terrible.

Disgusting.

Sick.

You wanted to immediately jump out of the bushes and tear off the clothes that got `paint`, but you stopped yourself with an effort of will, forcing you to take slow deep breaths, ignoring the nausea rising to your throat. How could anyone celebrate, drink tea and eat sweets in such a place. Before it was too late, you should have run when your intuition first started to feel the trick.

Before... no.

You tried to regain your mental clarity. It was not too late. You still had a chance to get out. Just a little more effort and you could leave this horrible place forever. 

By the time you finally came to your senses, the footsteps and voices had already died down, so you continued to sneak. Little by little. By the millimetre. Noticing a stir in the nearby bushes, you froze, but noticing gray fur in a glimpse of greenery, you allowed yourself to exhale. You found the Grimm. The main thing was not to frighten off the cat so that he did not attract attention to itself. What could happen such that he decided to repeat your act and hide. The answer to you was a loud scream, which had already managed to eat into your memory, even though you heard it only the second time.

"Off with your Head!"

Through the gaps in the leaves, you could see how the face of the once sweet young man was distorted by a grimace of anger, and the face became so crimson that it could compete in color with.. `paint`. From one movement of the wand, familiar red collars appeared on the necks of those who fell under the hot hand. Among in the midst of the rising storm, you saw red and blue heads. That was enough leverage to get you to stop trembling completely. If you get caught now, then Ace and Deuce just took a chance.

Therefore, having set everything, just like them, you waited until everyone was not up to a stranger with a cat, jumped out and, picking up the cat in your hands, rushed wherever your eyes looked. Ignoring everyone around, the darkening sky, acquiring an ominous red hue; gusty wind uprooting rose bushes; sudden onset of rain. Touching the cheek on which the drop fell, you were surprised to notice that it was not water. Something black, acrid, thick. Something like ink.

Gritting teeth, you only pulled Grimm closer to you and returned to the gate in the distance. Legs twitched, lungs burned from low oxygen, as did tired muscles, but you kept going. You couldn't stop, not now. Making the last spurt, you literally felt the ground slipping out from under your feet. Falling down like a stone, collecting with your body every unevenness of the earth, you saw blackened rose petals sweeping above, whose aroma was no longer as pleasant as before.

Would you like to move forward?

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ARC-V Month Day 2: Kahyoreigetsu

Today is a day for the Bracelet girls. We have a couple things for the day :> We have plenty goodies so they’ll be under a read more! @arcvmonth​

First up is just a couple quick sketches of them!

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Here’s a headcanon dump, too! I write about the girls fairly often, and they appear in roleplays as some of my favorite characters to write. I like to emphasize their roles in AUs, too!

Yuzu: The world’s longest normal girl. She’s a kind person that wants to help her friends and we love her for that! Has a rougher side with a bit of a temper, which she indulges in around friends. On her own she can be hesitant to take action and gets intimidated by sudden changes. Basically “Do it” “But I’m scared” “Do it scared”. Also loves to money, but doesn’t everyone?

Ruri: Easily the most eccentric of the four. Before the war, she was certainly like Yuzu- and if you ask Ruri, she would make a Face and condemn that past self as simply “living by inertia”. The war has changed her a lot, and she tends to consider that a positive that makes it harder to connect with others. She’s inquisitive and believes people are good at heart- which fuels a fascination with the enemy and a sharp wit that sees masks and acts as something to break through. Sometimes she says inscrutable things or uses metaphors in confusing ways.

Rin: If Rin is Yugo’s common sense, then Yugo is her moral compass. It isn’t that she’s a bad person at heart, but that she does not care for large causes, great wars, symbols, bureaucracies, lofty goals, utopias... to her, it is all part of the same rubbish that keeps her head down. Rather, she cares for people, and Yugo is at the center of it. She’s not terribly friendly, on her own, but she would gladly see Synchro burn if it would benefit people she cares about personally. She is smart and scrappy and well aware that her dream of dueling with Yugo for the Friendship Cup will land one of them in forced labor. Complexities.

Serena: She’s all about her sense of right and wrong, which is often misaligned. She appreciates efficiency and strength, which sounds pretty villainous until you put her side to side with the other girls. Not one for talking much, she’s very actions over words. Her upbringing at Academia has left her unsocialized, so in a way, she’s like a spicy feral kitten. If you can beat her, you get her respect, and that’s an important thing for her. She wants to do good, prove herself and live with honor, which are all difficult things to do in her situation. Easy to frustrate, can get physical if annoyed enough.

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Last is a comic by Nihil and Birdie. It pertains a particular AU. (cw: Some blood)

RURI: I want to have a role. Serena says she doesn’t Get it. She cares for freedom, the forest, the wind in her hair... the blood in her mouth. So I turn from her, even though she is right. I don’t need to be a hero.

RURI: There is Golden-eyed Rin. She has plans she only shares with that person I look up to the most. I don’t get how she can call herself selfish when it is her efforts that will help up. A trial by fire. She is right- Heroes are covered in ash and sad debris. I look away.

RURI: I am certain Yuzu gets it. She just does not want it.

YUZU: People will die, can’t you see that?

SERENA: But I want to be free.

RIN: But the grudge needs avenging.

...

RURI: A solemn stare, it was loaded with a question:

YUZU: Can you handle the price of having a role in this tragedy?

RURI: I don’t just want a role to feel good. I want to understand, while I’m not in my brother’s shadow. Wings that protect. I don’t want to suffocate inside my egg. Let me face the sun, I won’t faulter, won’t flinch when I see the scars.

When I see her.

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