#but who hasn't started it yet or who would prefer listening over reading

[anothersoulless]

Red Windows - Matt Murdock X Reader (Soulmate AU)

Another Day writing your Soulmate thesis for work, nothing else. That's what you thought. When the Morning dawns and a Devil ends up in your apartment, the same song stuck in both of your heads - what could go wrong? When your Soulmate ends up being a vigilante, the answer is easy to find: everything.

Set in a world, where even after Electra's Death and Daredevils partial hearing loss, Nelson & Murdock & Page are still together and never departed. This is partially due to my own stupidity and confusing the lore, but also simply because of I love the plotline but goddamn, I just want them to stay together.

Proof Read? Yeah, no.

Warnings: None. This does say Matt Murdock X Reader,can however also be seen in a platonic way. Also, maybe like Part 1? Idk, not sure tbf. Hate the ending, but here goes nothing. No use of Y/N or any placeholder

Soulmates. A thing everyone was talking about, sometimes singing so their Soulmate could hear it. Talking to someone else, one didn't know, someone far away, somewhere on this world. Or universe you guessed, considering the recent outing of a bunch of aliens, gods and more. Someone had to be their Soulmate, you guessed.

A lot of people thought Soulmates meant something romantic and were disappointed whenever they found out it was usually a platonic relationship. You should know. After all, you were studying philosophy with a focus on Soulmates. It was a topic that had interested you for a long time now and the older you had gotten, the more you had been fascinated by the mechanics of Soulmates and what the existence of these even implied. You would have preferred to go into the science field of things, however, since progress has been stagnating it was cut out of a lot of universities. So philosophy it was.

You had turned 29 a while ago, yet, had never heard your soulmate sing. Maybe whoever it was just wasn't that into it? Sometimes you sang a little tune to them, to this day to no avail. You were currently working on a thesis about Soulmates and the indications of the inevitability of future and choices and consequences, barely being able to write down all the rapidly passing thoughts on your sheet, when your best friend barged in. "It's Break Time for you and for me. Pack your things. We have an hour and I will not stand being in this office building for longer than five more minutes!"

You laughed slightly, grabbing your stuff and leaving the building right after them. They didn't wait until they started rambling to you, but you were content to listen. "So I met this girl yesterday, she was like, really cute. Short hair, ripped jeans, a flannel? Undeniably incredible taste in fashion. Also, the way she verbally decimated those guys? Absolute slay. The Guys were like trying to hit on a girl or something and wouldn't leave her alone, a real shame to be honest. She was really cute, asked her out." You smiled "That's nice, what did she say?" "That she already has a girlfriend. God, why must all the good Partners always be taken? It's so unfair!" You smiled lightly "Wouldn't know about it" Your friend gasped. "Exactly! I can't understand it, how no one sees you and wants to go out with you! Like, none of the good ones that is. I would totally try." You laughed. "Oh I would as well" "Dating yourself?" You looked at her "not my point, but totally yes."

The Break was over faster than you expected, but the work even longer. You sighed, when you looked at the clock, finally being allowed to get off. You closed your Laptop and said goodbye to the man behind the counter, who had just arrived and wished him a good and peaceful workday. Hell's Kitchen hasn't been the same for a while now, after Daredevil disappeared, the crime rate skyrocketed again, and a lot more Mutants were involved in it as well. You guessed because they didn't feel like they fit in, you couldn't blame them. The glass doors swung close behind you, the cool air of the evening of approaching fall nearly sending shivers down your spine, only nearly though. You fished out you phone and earphones out of your pocket, plugging them in and putting only one on. It was way too dangerous to walk around nearly deaf. You resumed the playlist you were listening, enjoying the song that came next, one of your all time favourites.

Take me to a light show before we go

Chemicals inside us line our bones

Your steps echoed through the street, the dark orange sky darkening slowly but surely fading into blue. The Bus station wasn't far away, and since your workplace didn't provide you with a parking spot, you took the bus. It roughly took the same time anyways.

Everybody's wasted, on their phones

Digits on the dancefloor, then our clothes

Next to the bus station there was a bakery, which you went to all the time while waiting for your bus. It wouldn't arrive for another 15 minutes, plenty enough time to buy yourself whatever you wanted. You usually opted for the same, but sometimes you felt like switching it up, like today. You asked for your order, waiting for the kind cashier to pack it.

Even if it blinds us

I'm reaching for the light within the fever

I'm reaching for your hand

You payed the cashier, taking your order and going back to the bus station.

The space between our fingers

Sparks, I feel them linger on

The bus arrived and after scanning your monthly ticket you sat down, thanking your work for not letting you get off in the middle of rush hour. The drive was quiet and you arrived home safely, deciding to get out of your work clothes and make yourself comfortable. You relaxed a bit, before deciding to head to bed, humming the melody of the song stuck in your head.

Next time let it go

Break my skin, Red Windows

So I'll know

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It wasn't morning when you woke up, and it wasn't your alarm that woke you. The crashing of a window, heavy breathing and pained groans. Despite yourself, you stood up after you heard another crash - glass, maybe your table or a glass you just hadn't put in your dishwasher yet. You armed yourself with the first thing you could find - a belt - and stalked to your living room. The man had stopped trashing around, leaning heavily on a counter, shattered glass on the floor. He was still panting, but definitely trying to hide it. It was Daredevil. Daredevil stood in your apartment. Sure. yeah. Just a normal Tuesday Night. Not to mentioned he was supposedly gone.

You didn't know what came over you, but the only thing your brain was able to scamper together was a breathy "Hi" to the Vigilante. A pained smile graced his features "Hey." You stood there for a second, before remembering that he was leaning on a counter, just shattered a glass and was probably in a lot of pain. "Oh my god, wait, let me-" You vanished to get the Frist aid kit from the bathroom, returning to him in a matter of two minutes. You never thought you'd really have to use it, you didn't really expect a crime fighting Devil to appear injured in your living room. You hadn't seen any blood in the darkness, but you were sure to turn the lights on to take care of the man.

"Alright, just sit in the couch and I'll prepare... I don't know, what do you have? Bulletwounds? Were you stabbed, slashed?" The man laughed slightly but didn't move an inch. "Do you even know how to treat wounds?" "No, but that doesn't mean you can't guide me, you must me very well versed in this field." He still didn't move. "You gonna come over here?" He hesitated but pushed himself off the counter and waddled towards you, totally not noticing the couch and swaying harshly against it. He cursed under his breath and felt along the backside until he found the seating part. "Damn, you must be really out of it, not seeing the couch like that." He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, rough night" "Did you get hit in the head?" "No" Phew, thank god. One least thing to worry about. "Okay, could you like, get rid of the suit?" "Want to see a Vigilante naked so you can give it to the press?", He joked, you laughed. "No, but maybe I want to be able to keep a secret just for myself"

He got rid of the suit, wearing a thin black shirt and pants underneath, they reminded you of those that ice-skaters wore while training sometimes. His left leg was soaked, and not in sweat or water - in blood. You bunched the thin Leggings over the injury and came face to face with a red leg and a white structure, that looked way too much like a bone to be anything else, exiting his skin. "Fuck." "Yeah" "You walked with that?" "I did more with that then walk." "And you're human? Not just Thor in disguise or something?" "Pretty sur einem, yes" "That's wild. Okay, anything else?" I got shot and stabbed in the side, don't know how they got through the suit." "Alright, alright. Yeah, sure, we can.. we can work something out. I think" He laughed again, a charming laugh, you noted. "What do I do?" "Is the bullet still inside?" You pulled him forward from his leaning position, pulling up his shirt and seeing a matching hole in the back. "No" "Okay, that's good. Now you'll have to-"

You got more comfortable with him guiding you, knowing and feeling that he knew what he was doing. Sometimes he needed to help you a bit and in the end, you were done and he was still lying on your couch, his pantleg was still bunched up and his shirt was off - it had just been easier than him needing to hold it up while also guiding and helping you. While he was putting his shirt back on and sipping on some water you had brought him, you were already cleaning up the mess. You couldn't help yourself humming that song, calming yourself down why you did so, passing by Daredevil to clean the table and floor, the couch was something to worry about later. You weren't gonna throw an injured man off of your couch just to clean his blood. "My Soulmate sings that song all the time." You looked up from the puddle of blood, mixed with water and bleach you were scrubbing at and observed the man. He had a small smile on the lips that were visible. "Your Soulmate?" He nodded "Yes, she keeps singing this song, always at the same time on weekdays. I guess she gets off of work then." "Why are you telling me this? I could use this against you." "Doubt it. You would've called an ambulance or police if you would go against me" "Maybe I'm building trust to betray you."

"Why do you want me to distrust you so badly?" You stayed silent. "It's not about me", you started after a while, "it's about you. You need to be careful. Not all are as friendly as I am" "That, I only know too well." Silence. "My Soulmate doesn't sing. Never." "Never?" "No. Not even humming. Or jingles, absolutely nothing. I heard him once, back a few years ago. He was drunk, singing something very badly. He was practically screaming." "That must have been exhausting." "It wasn't. I was absolutely ecstatic. I had heard him for the first and only time that night, while he hears me on a daily basis. Sometimes I wonder if I am bothering him, because he doesn't sing at all, or if he died. I just hope he is a good man." "I am sure he is." Before Silence could settle in again, you spoke up "When your Soulmate sings Red Windows a lot, it shouldn't be hard to find them. Only round about 200 people listened to the original on YouTube, where it came from. 200 people in the entire world, shouldn't be hard to find. Not only that, but some of these probably don't even like the song." "Could you play it for me?" You were startled. "What?" "I couldn't find the song. Could you play it for me?" "Uhh" you stood up, washed your hands thoroughly with soap and got your Phone. "Sure." You typed in the name of the song, letting it play and setting the phone down on a clean surface.

In Time let it show

Feel that scarlet Undertow

As it flows

You hummed with the song, swaying a bit to the beat and going back to cleaning. The stranger on your couch watched you.

Even if our bodies start to burn

And our passion starts to turn

I don't want our night, the night, tonight to end

So

Daredevil shifted on the couch, getting up while mainly using his uninjured leg and grabbing another cloth to help you clean the blood, sitting on the floor instead of kneeling like you were.

Next time let it go,

Break my skin, Red Windows

To my soul

So I'll know.

He grabbed your wrist mid-cleaning. "You should go to bed. This is my mess, I'll clean it. You have work tomorrow, so you should definitely get enough sleep" "But you need to rest as well" "I've had worse, you should really go to sleep. I will sleep in a bit as well." "You can stay as long as you need to. And you need to rest. Leave the cleaning to me." "Of course."

After waking up, you understood that that was a stupid request from you, seeing that he cleared the shattered glass, and that every surface was clean - the Couch still had some stains but it was mostly clean. There was breakfast on the table and a man, back turned to you, helmet off, sitting and eating. "Good Morning. I see you didn't rest like I told you." "And you did" He didn't turn his head and you didn't look at his face, when he pulled his mask over his head again, hiding his black hair. "Don't you have work to attend as well?" "I.. I do." "Then you should take a cab to work and get a coworker or friend to help you." You sat down and started to eat - scrambled egg with bacon pieces mixed together with some herb you had lying around. You didn't know what it was, your mother had brought it over when you had moved - but he seemed to know. "Shame about your window" You looked at the pieces of cloth and wood (where did he get that stuff from anyways?) covering the busted window. "Yeah, that's not gonna sit well with my wallet, I'm afraid. A shame, indeed" After the Breakfast was finished, and he was back in his superhero suit, he looked back, before walking out the fire escape. "Go to a Lawyer named Matt Murdock, he will help you" "Don't think I have money, big guy" "He doesn't take money. He takes whatever you are willing to give"

And just like that, you sat at work, sitting over a half-finished sentence in your thesis and pondering about this being a dream. The Fact you had been so unfazed probably was a sign of - no. You didn't believe you'd think his, and that this was the reason that convinced you, that it had all happened. You don't even remember what you did with the belt you were holding, it seemed like a big blurr, the moment you had seen him. You clearly remembered patching him up and all that, but God damn did you want to tell someone. And tell someone you did. Your new lawyer for a case that wasn't even a case. You didn't even know why exactly you looked him up and called him, but oh well.

"Matt Murdock, Attorney at Law. What is the reason for your call?" You gave him your name, hesitating before continuing. "This may sound weird, but Daredevil crashed into my window yesterday evening and told me to call you to get that situation sorted out." The Lawyer chuckled. A familiar voice, a familiar chuckle, you realised. It was slightly different, but you couldn't shake the feeling as if you were talking to Daredevil again. Stupid Vigilante crashing into your window and your mind. You desired emotional compensation, even though he had no negative effect on you. The Lawyer chuckling was having a lot more negative impact on your mood. Of course he wouldn't take you seriously. "Do you happen to have insurance?" You nodded, then sighed, remembering you were on the phone. "Yes, but I don't think it covers crashed window because of a Vigilante type of Damage" Another laugh "Come in with your contract and I'll see what I can do" "What about Payment?" "You don't need to pay me, if you have no money. I am only here to help" Damn. So it really was whatever you were ready to give, sure.

Since a Memory is locked in tight

Even in our dreams we'd never find

Any hidden Details, not one sign

Not even your dial tone, if not mine

Making your way to the lawyer's office, your trusty Google Maps as your guide, you silently sing the song to yourself. You took off one of your earphones when you reached the building,riding the elevator a few levels up to the designated one. There was a door with a metal tag on it. In bold, pretending letters it read Nelson & Murdock & Page. You knocked beside the tag.

But I heard it in surround sound

In a private space between that only we found

Like a feeling we can't shake

They are watching through the keyholes

Wishing they could be this close

When a blonde woman opened the door, you completely took off your headphones, stopping your music effectively. She seemed surprised. "Didn't think we'd get someone today, come on in!" You entered, slightly confused. "Uhm, I called earlier, and I was told to come in whenever I can in business hours." The Woman nodded. "Who did you speak with?" "I think it was uh... A man, Murdock, I think?" She lit up. "Ah, yes, let me just check with him really quick!" She disappeared in one of the doors, the one to the left, and reappeared a few second later. "Sorry I didn't think of you, I was on break so Matt took your call, if you could wait a minute, he will call you in." You thanked her and sat down on one of the free chairs.

You were singing under your breath, just loud enough for your ears only, when you heard you name being called by a very familiar voice, a man standing in the door that was previously unoccupied, a small, smug smile on his lips. You stood up, noticing his red tainted glasses. Unusual, you noted. "Good Day, Mister Murdock, thank you for seeing me" "I just want to help, come on in." You followed him into his office, noticing how he kept one of his hands on a surface at all times, making his way to sit at his table, a bunch of thick books laying in one corner, and - you noticed - Sheets of Paper with bumps on them. Braille. You sat down at the chair in front of the desk, while he set up a recorder. "Would it be alright if I record the conversation?" "Yes, of course." "Okay good. Then, let's start." He pressed play. "Please state your name and the reason you are here." You gave him your name again, before elaborating "Yesterday night or this morning, i didn't look at the clock, but I had already gone to bed, I was woken up by a crashing sound. I went to investigate and found the Vigilante Daredevil had crashed through my window, severely injured. I helped him and just before I went to bed he told me to call this office." "About your insurance?" "Yes." "Okay, do you happen to have the contract with you?" You affirmed once again. "What kind of contract?" "It's an Appartment I had to take because of my workplace, so it's an insurance contract with them, they pay for round-about normal insurance. Don't think those cover Superhero or Vigilante Damages"

You ended up reading the entire thing to him, not even understanding half of the stuff you were reading. He did though, obviously. You ended up staying well past opening hours, tomorrow was your free day so it was fine for you - and apparently also for the lawyer. Karen Page had left around half an hour ago, so you volunteered to find the kitchen and make some coffee and a small snack, while he worked through some of his Texts in Braille, saying something to the recorder from time to time to keep it on his mind. Quietly singing the song to yourself while searching in the small kitchen for the coffee beans.

Next time, let it go,

You found the coffe beans and put them in the grinder, positioning the first cup underneath and letting the coffee run.

Break my skin, Red Windows

After that one was done, you did the same with the second cup. Bringing the two cups back, you stopped singing under your breath right in front of the office. You opened the door with your elbow and sat down the two cups p, settling back into the chair.

"You really like that song" You didn't think he'd heard you, so you were slightly surprised. "Oh, sorry if I was too loud" Matt Murdock smiled "It doesn't really matter how loud you are, it's a good song, I've heard it on loop thelastfew days" Oh, so he already knew the song, weird coincidence, considering how unknown it was. "I have been too, it's a wonderful song." "Well, I didn't really have a choice, but definitely better than other songs I had to listen to." He didn't have a choice? "Has your Soulmate been singing it?" He didn't answer, instead sipping on his coffee, giving you a fairly cheeky smile and focusing back on his work. A few Minutes passed, when you heard him hum. You heard him hum twice.

One was in you head and the other was, well, right in front of you. You were baffled. "What?" He stopped, his eyes shielded behind the red glasses, still looking straight ahead. He gave a questioning hum. "Uh... Sorry, i just had a thought" "About us being Soulmates?" You faltered. "What? How did you know?" "Because I knew since you came in. He went to take of his red glasses, unfocused eyes looking in your direction, but feeling like they still looked past you. "I didn't want to rush, but I admit, it was a pleasant discovery." "Huh".

You eyes fell to the red tainted glasses, like Red Windows.

To my soul

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[carousellights]

The Boy With The Headset | Part 2

Synopsis: The world was always so loud. Moving so fast without any care for the people who might get left behind.

All the commotion of college seems to put Y/n’s life on autopilot. Her only safe haven being the almost absolute quiet of her dorm room.

Jisung can’t seem to handle the constant sounds of life preferring to drown himself in music instead.

The boy with the headphones who sits next to Y/n seems to blend their noises into a perfect melody.

Word count: 1.4K

Pairing: music major! han x student! reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining

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Jisung straightens out his posture as he hears the click of Changbin coming in. Changbin sets the food on the table, starting to unpack the bags while setting all the different foods in their correct place. Another click of the door causes Jisung to turn his head. “Sorry I'm back so late I was at the studio helping some of the guys in the dance department.” Chan sat in his respective spot while opening his food he mumbles a quick thank you to Changbin.

While Jisung could admit that his roommates were louder than he liked most of the time he could never imagine living with anyone else. They were very considerate of the fact that Jisung just needed places to be a bit quieter. Too much noise at once made him feel like exploding. He even cherished moments like this. Eating in complete silence gave him time to prepare himself for the conversation that would flow later.

As they all finished eating Chan took everyone's trash, putting it into the trash while the two other boys made their way to the living room. Once they all got comfortable, Chan decided to break the silence, “So did she end up helping with the track?” as Jisung was thinking of how to answer Changbins voice filled his mind “Wait, Jisung you had someone else listen to your track? Are you replacing me?” Finally gathering his thoughts Jisung decides to speak, “yeah she helped me a lot actually. Though I think I'll come with you to the studio tomorrow because I have to redo the guide.”

Chan tilts his head “why do you have to redo it? Did the guide get deleted too?” Jisung shakes his head but before he can answer he feels Changbin hit his shoulder “Don't ignore me. I'm very confused. Who is this girl?” Jisung lowers his head filling him in on the details, “also I need to redo the guide because I think the vocals need to be higher to flow better.”

As Chan clicked on a show he lowers the volume and put on subtitles looking at Jisung to see if the volume was ok. As the first episode ends he can't help but remember that he hasn't responded to you yet. As he pulls out his phone he feels like he's being watched. Looking up he sees that his friends are leaning over to see what he was doing. “You guys are so noisy” he mumbles and reads over Y/n’s text again while his thumbs hover over the keyboard.

“Dude just text her back she's going to think you're avoiding her.” Jisung glances at Changbin before drafting out his text. What should he even say? Was it too weird to respond so late to her message? Just as he was about to delete it, Chan reached over and hit send. His heart dropped. Turning off his phone he set it down turning to Chan. “Don't look at me like that ji! If I didn't send it we both know you would have just deleted it.” As the show continues in the background he feels a buzz looking down your name lights up his screen.

Y/n: Great! I'll try to get us the same spot as last time!

While smiling he types a reply sending and tries his hardest to not overthink.

-

Jisung: I'm looking forward to it

Her heart is pounding. Standing in a crowded supermarket was not her plan. Why the market was crowded on a Friday night was a mystery to her. After seeing his text Y/n couldn't help wanting to get the snacks right away. Just to be prepared. Making new friends was hard. Which is why she couldn't pick between getting sweet or savory snacks. If Jisung didn't like the snacks she brought then he wouldn't want to hang out again. At least that's Y/n’s way of thinking.

Y/n needed to pick fast. The muddled conversations were becoming too much for her to handle. With her clouded judgment, Y/n places both options in her cart and rushes to check out. The beep coming from each scanned item brings her closer and closer to wanting to leave the store. Wanting to just be back in her room.

As she walks through the door Y/n sets down her groceries putting them into their places in the pantry or fridge. Just try to study this weekend so you won't be such a mess on Monday. Grabbing her backpack Y/n sits down laying her papers out in front of her. Placing her most important papers closest to her. Y/n picks up the small note Jisung left. His handwriting is messy and crooked. Was this his normal handwriting or was it rushed? Smiling, she opens the note and puts it into an empty drawer.

After looking at her notes for thirty minutes straight Y/n realized that trying to study was a lost cause. Not being able to focus without someone else also working near her. Not even bothering to put her notes away Y/n heads to the bathroom to wash up.

Laying in bed with her wet hair thoughts just keep racing in her mind. At times like these Y/n wonders if having such a quiet apartment was a curse. There was an ache, a yearning, nothing she thought of could satisfy it. Standing up Y/n takes out her CDs and plays a random track hoping to distract her. Laying in her bed just seems to give her the same fate. Drifting off to sleep.

-

Sitting in the last class of her Monday schedule was normally ok. But normally Y/n wasn't waiting for the clock to read 12:20 so she could leave. The professor's words seemed to drag on with no end. As soon as the clock turned, Y/n stood from her chair and rushed out of the class. Walking across campus usually gave her a way to clear her mind. Yet today was not normal. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees filled her mind. The sound of her shoes hitting the pavement.

Making it to the library Y/n sets her bag down on the chair and rushes to her apartment. She needed to keep that spot. She maybe had twenty minutes to get the snacks and get back to the table before someone else moved her things. Rushing in, Y/n grabbed a beach bag and stuffed it with everything she had picked up on Friday. Did she need to bring drinks? Did Jisung consider drinks a part of snacks? Looking at the time she divides to just leave with what she has now.

Walking back into the library Y/n sets down the snacks and sets her notes on the table. Biting her lip she starts spreading out her papers. Brushing away the feeling of guilt by remembering Jisung’s note. Pulling out her phone it's 1:20 pm. Glancing around her she then texts Jisung.

Y/n: I got us the same spot!

Sighing Y/n stands up and looks at the books surrounding their table. As the seconds ticked by, few people began leaving. Maybe due to late afternoon classes. After reading the spine of the books for the second time she checks her phone again. 1:40 pm. She checks the text to Jisung. Unread. Sitting at the table she contemplated packing up. Staring at the notes she hears a small voice behind her.

“I'm sorry I'm late. I was picking up some drinks for us.” Jisung sat down and pulled his laptop out from under his shoulder. “I didn't really know what drinks you liked so I got a few.” he set down his bag on his chair and pulled out a variety of drinks. Once they were all set out you stood up and set down all the snacks on the table. “I didn't know what snacks you liked so I got a few.” Their eyes found each other and they broke out in laughter. Y/n calmed her laughing with a faint smile still on her lips. As she looks at him she notices his eyes have a shine to them even with the minimal light surrounding them. As they study, they fall into what seems to already be their routine. The faint music from Jisung’s headphones seemed to be the only noise that Y/n needed. It wasn't overwhelming. It was perfect.

As the evening stretched on, all of Y/n’s built-up work was done. Leaning over she sees Jisung playing his track. Looking at the sticky notes placed by the touchpad she sees a small note. Titled ‘Y/n’s likes’ on it is written her favorite drinks and snacks.

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[student-in-nightraven]

Hi!! Uhm, may I ask for a matchup for Twisted Wonderland? If you're not busy that is-

I'm Southeast Asian who's around 5'2 with long black hair and dark brown eyes(the ones that kind of look black? Idk) I usually wear a shirt and shorts

I'm an INTP 9w8 and my sign is a Leo! I don't really know what I am or want to be yet hahaa- I'm an introvert and I'm good with socializing and pretty loud when I feel like it. I'm not very confident in anything either,,, I think I'm a quick leaner? I sometimes sleep(not that I stayed up all night, I can't stay awake past 11-12) or draw in class but it hasn't really gotten that bad yet or maybe it's too easy?? I have a bit of a short temper and I get get sarcastic and passive aggressive usually,, I sort of don't like it too much cause I most of the time regret it an hour ish later while thinking it over,, also very stubborn, but a bit easygoing with what people want. I'm trying to be more understanding and more openminded but yeaaah,, I tend to worry lots about the future and I get stuck in the past,, my hopeless romantic ass 💀 oh and I have to mention that I'm a someone who's scared of everything 🤡, including the dark, uh I think my mood is all over the place? Definitely not 100% sane but not insane (you can trust me 🤭(laughs in trust issues)) I'm a big crybaby who will cry over something little like not being listened to. I always say I am or am not going to do something but I do the opposite like I'll say I won't study but end up studying on the weekends in the morning,,,

My hobbies are drawing, writing, reading and singing! I love drawing characters or little chibis of my favorite characters and give them to my friends or writing short stories for my closer friends to read! Back then I would probably say only singing,, but I think that was cause I had a confidence boost that time,, I don't really think I'm that good but not exactly bad? I'd love to perform if I didn't have stage fright,, I have once or twice but still (๑°ㅁ°๑)‼

My likes? Uhm I like stickers? But I usually give them away,, I love flowers and flower language esp being on the giving end! Just imagine the reaction waaaaa I prefer staying inside but I'm not too against going out if it's not too far or late. I'm not really the best at my language but I love when I see it used, I think it's v v funny when I see my favs use it!! I sometimes talk to them in it when I'm too shy(?) to say it in English

I really don't like people who are narrow minded and people who bs alot since I prefer things short and clear. I have a complicated relationship with cheaters and people who ask questions during exams since I'm against it but don't really know how to feel when my friends to it. Not really a rule breaker but will complain and ask why if I don't see a point or reasoning behind it. I hate assumptions and being ignored. I get sensitive and petty when that happens- I esp don't like being treated like i'm weak (even tho I prob am) due to my emotions. I rant a lot and I hate when they don't really listen, start comparing and say I'm weak for it :( I know it's not rational but I can't control how I feel damn. Other than that I hate not being acknowledged for my skills, not that I have anything special but it's not completely 0

Oh wow that was pretty long, I keep rechecking- uhmm thanks if you did finish reading this!

Sorry but I already closed the matchmaking I'm just writing the ones that were requested before I closed it:(

[dykepuppet]

Gonna get greedy and say.....all the ones that you haven't been asked yet :)

thanks for this :))) idc about numbering im just answering what im remembering.

which oc has never had their first kiss?

I guess this is at the start of the story, so jude's pretty fresh. Midge, contrary to popular belief, also hasn't.

what oc has the best music taste? the worst music taste?

Douglas even though it's overrated. Rob, obviously. I think most of the cast of St. Jude's Beach has great music taste tbh.

what was an oc’s first slow dance song?

Not many of my characters like slow dancing. Bill probably danced to some schmaltzy 40s crooner, or glen miller though.

which oc prefers to dip someone? to be dipped?

you know im fucked up bc i thought this was talking about the dip from roger rabbit. Darry likes to dip girls... Midge likes to be dipped... by girls ;)

which oc has the most cohesive color pallet? the craziest color pallet?

For a good solid colour pallet... I like jude in hawaiian shirts. Just seems fitting for her. Craziest... Maybe Kenver and the other bluebirds in their bright 60s clothing but it's gorgeous.

what is one universe/story an oc would fit in to besides the one they live in?*

Uhhhhh rob in [redacted]. Everyone in Valley in the Sun belongs in the Jungle Book.

what’s one canon character all of you ocs LOVE? one they all HATE?

My ocs don't exist within another fandom but they have lots of opinions on old hollywood. All of my OCs love Gilda.

which oc has the most friends?

Genuine friends? I think Crevette, she has a good support system.

which oc has the most admirers?

Doug or Bill. Ah the contrast between a british invasion and victorian celebrity.... Doug has more fans the world over but anyone who knows Bill really likes him.

which oc likes country music? which oc HATES country music?

Midge would love country music. Unfortunately this is nonsense to the rest of the cast of Valley in the Sun who thinks it's hot garbage.

which oc has has the most lovers/flings/partners?

Thomas McGrath or Rodney who is a little slut.

which oc gets crushes the easiest?

Jude, if someone looks at jude with An Emotion, she will throw herself at them.

which oc likes to read to their partner? which oc prefers being read to?

None of them... do this... They'd do it for their children though.

which oc dog ears pages? which oc thinks that’s an ABOMINATION?

Armand seems the kind to dog-ear pages and then Caroline will DIE because those are her expensive leather bound books and he's getting his nasty fingers folding them.

which oc hates the taste of water?

All my ocs love water and being hydrated because i don't propagate problematic messages <3.

which oc is the most practical?

From out of left field... Leo is pretty practical (I just want some variety ok im saying Bill to everything).

which oc loves scary movies? which oc only watches them to cuddle?

Rob loves scary movies, her favourite is alien and she forces like everyone she knows to watch that and Cronenburg movies. Jude cries and tries to cuddle and Rob tells her to quit being a little bitch and look at James Woods's stomach pussy.

which oc would have a successful music career?

Well :) Doug of course. Rodney is also a great trombone player.

which oc got excited when taylor swift came back? which oc got excited when MRC came back?

Sorry my ocs listen to good music only lol.

which ocs believe in ghosts?

Lucy, she has a whole late night radio show about the paranormal.

which oc is chronically online?

No one thank god but if they had to be, I think doug would have a few mental breaks on his twitter for the world to gaze upon.

which oc pronounces it meh-meh instead of meme?

Rob's grandparents.

which oc has the best skin care routine?

Midge. She is putting oils on her face that you wouldn't even know about. Her skin is always lovely and glowing, she looks like a coca-cola ad. Gil Elvgren type skin.

which oc has the best handwriting? the worst?

Lucy has gorgeous handwriting. Douglas's is so bad no one can read his notes except adelaide who learned how to write from him, and therefore ALSO writes like shit.

who would be your ocs celebrity crush?*

Everyone crushes on Gilda. Douglas is also many of my ocs' own celeb crush. I think Scout would like David Farrar and Leslie Howard too.

THANKS SO MUCH XOXOX

#long post #look at my ocs boy

[soopersara]

Throwback Thursday Podfics are going on hiatus!

Audio editing takes time, and after 16 weeks straight of a new podfic (of an old fanfic) once a week, I’m taking a break to finish NaNoWriMo strong and to get a head start on a few other projects.

I’ll be back to posting new podfics each Thursday beginning in January, and in the meantime, there’s almost six hours of completed podfics you can listen to! 

On to the compilation post!

Brightest in the Dark | Rating: G | 01:23:28 A less-than-friendly interruption in the crystal catacombs pushes Zuko and Katara together, and they have to work together to find a new path.  Chapter 1 | 30:55 | On AO3 | Direct Audio Link Chapter 2 | 27:37 | On AO3 | Direct Audio Link Chapter 3 | 24:56 | On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Zutara Week 2019

Gifts | Rating: G | 7:07  When Sokka drags him out on a "manly shopping expedition" on Ember Island, Zuko finds a gift for Katara. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Speak | Rating: G | 19:49 Stealing from pirates doesn't go as well the second time around. But at least Katara doesn't have to be alone after she's captured. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Shattered | Rating: G | 6:09  Leaving Ozai alive has consequences. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Mentor | Rating: G | 8:37  Zuko and Katara get advice from their friends before their first date. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Youth | Rating: G | 9:17  Zuko and Katara try to figure out how this parenting thing works. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Found | Rating: G | 29:09 When Sokka comes up with an idea to get rid of Joo Dee, Katara finds herself in the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se with a tea server she did not expect to meet. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Easier | Rating: G | 12:11 When Zuko arrives at the Western Air Temple, he tries to reconcile with Katara. Which involves doing lots of chores. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Zutara Week Throwbacks

Secret | Rating: G | 23:02 Katara doesn't want to let anyone know that she's been having trouble with nightmares, and when Zuko finds out on his own, she struggles to accept his help. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Dragon | Rating: G | 12:56 Zuko and Katara revive a forgotten Fire Nation tradition to solidify their engagement. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Zutara Week 2020

Reunion | Rating: G | 11:01 Months after she vanished from Ba Sing Se, leaving only a note behind, Zuko finds Katara by accident in a poverty-stricken Fire Nation village. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Counterpart | Rating: G | 10:30 While digging through old paperwork in the palace with Katara, Zuko comes across reports of a spirit whose powers sound oddly familiar. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Fuse | Rating: G | 37:06  A rainstorm separates Katara from her friends and when she takes shelter in a nearby barn, she finds Zuko already inside. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Celestial | Rating: T | 42:26 An unexpected dip into the koi pond at the North Pole brings Zuko in contact with the spirits and grants him insight to his destiny. A destiny he isn’t sure he wants. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Hesitancy | Rating: G | 14:06 After Zuko helps bring her family back together, Katara decides to give him a chance. Just a little one. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Affirm | Rating: G | 13:04 After confronting the man who took her mother's life, Zuko and Katara take an extra night away from their friends so Katara can begin to sort out her emotions. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

Rebirth | Rating: G | 12:42 While Katara is resting, a still-injured Zuko wanders off and gets stuck by the turtleduck pond. On AO3 | Direct Audio Link

#zutara #fanfiction #podfic #zutara fanfiction #zutara podfic #throwback thursday #soopersara's scribbles #in case anyone is wondering #the plan for next year is to record all of my drabbles and oneshots first #and in my spare time #I'll be working ahead on recording and editing A Tale of Ice and Smoke #and since Ice & Smoke is going to be such a huge undertaking #I won't start posting the podfic until the final chapter is at least drafted #then anyone who is interested in the longest thing I've ever written #but who hasn't started it yet or who would prefer listening over reading #will be able to follow it through weekly podfic updates!

[norangeyyy]

Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

#I'm writing for the gang again hell yeah #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo's bizarre adventure #narancia ghirga #narancia #narancia x reader #leone abbacchio #abbachio x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bucciarati x reader #guido mista #mista x reader #pannacotta fugo #fugo x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #||»•norange.writes

[barcaavengers]

Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt. 1

Note: I just had to jump in the Bucky Barnes train after watching TFATWS and with Sebastian looking like that it gave me much needed muse to get back into writing. So Here it is! I feel like this is fast paced but I'm already working on the second part. Let's see how this goes. This goes from Episode 3 and transitions to Episode 4 at the end so consider some spoilers? As always, let me know your thoughts and I'm open to ideas!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine.

The idea of going to see Zemo to get any leads wasn't something you were particularly fond of when Bucky decided to go in there by himself. Yes, you trusted the soldier, but it was Zemo who you didn't trust. He was responsible for the break up of the Avengers. If it wouldn't have been for those events you would have all been together to defeat Thanos.

Your combat skills were what gave you the spot in the Avengers. You didn't have a serum, or superpowers, no tech to give you advantage, you were just really good with guns, strategies and tactics, learned to think outside the box.

You know everything is about to go to hell when Bucky takes you and Sam to a warehouse filled with cars and starts talking about breaking Zemo out of jail.

"Do you remember what that man did to all of us? To you? To T'Chaka?" You ask between Bucky and Sam who were looking at each other, that was until the squeak of the warehouse house doors interrupted. The three of you turn to look as a shadow got closer until…

"What the hell?! You said it was hypothetical! What is he doing out, Barnes!?" You snarl and take two quick steps towards Zemo.

"We need him, Y/N!" Bucky blocks your path.

"You are going back to prison!" Sam shouts, Bucky putting his hand on Sam's chest.

"If I may…"

"No!" The three of you shout, looking at Zemo before turning to each other.

"It's the only way! We can't do this alone!" Bucky states. "When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you two backed him. You broke the law and stuck your neck out for me… I'm asking you to do it again."

"This is different! It was to protect you from him but now you are asking us to work with his ass after everything?" You question. You would do it in a heart beat because he was asking for it, but the thought of being crossed by someone like Zemo was what had you on edge.

Sam only sighed and you knew, yet again, he would go through with Bucky's plan. "Okay. If we do this, you won't make a move without our permission…" Sam says and your eyes close as you let out a huff.

You are all walking down the bridge once you get escorted to the city of Madripoor, Low Town specifically. "You need to stay in character, no matter what happens" Zemo says.

"The assistant, shouldn't be that hard" you say with a roll of your eyes.

"Anyone would love such role, Y/N. I would prefer if your dislike didn't show when we get there" he says. "It is the only way to explain why we brought a lady along to such dangerous business."

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, but thanks for your concern. That's sweet coming from someone like you" you say and you can spot Zemo smiling from your spot behind him.

"You okay?" Bucky asks once he falls behind you, looking at the surroundings and taking everything in.

"I'm not thrilled about this, but I guess we have no choice" you say as you look around, then your eyes fall on his frame. "What about you?"

"I don't know anymore…" he says before you all get inside the club.

Everyone fell silent when Bucky walked in, watching him, wondering if it really was the Winter Soldier. You have never been in the same space with Bucky in public, so the whispers and the looks had you feeling a kind of way, almost defensive, but you had to keep your role and give smiles to strangers while you walked with Zemo with your arms linked. You look around the place, leaning against the counter, hiding back a smirk as Sam drinks whatever the hell they just put in on his 'usual' drink.

"Zemo might not be welcomed here, but his assistant can stay as long as she wants" a man says into your ear and you are quick to move away.

"Excuse me?" You eye the man on your side.

"What's your name pretty face? I can get you a better job than being an assistant" the man reaches to push your hair away from your face, letting his hand linger on your shoulder and your body tenses. Sam meets your eyes and slowly shakes his head, knowing you were about to break character and beat the hell out of this man. Zemo noticed, but kept a neutral expression.

"If he doesn't take his hand off you…" You hear Bucky murmur under his breath. You gesture with your hand at him carefully to not give anything up, just raising two fingers towards him.

"Who says I want a better job?" You smirk and reach for your drink, sipping on it on one go.

Zemo turns to look at Bucky, and you have heard the words Winter Soldier in Romanian enough times to know them, so when Zemo speaks them and Bucky nods, your heart stops. He is swift in his moves and in a blur he is gripping and twisting the hand of the man that was bothering you. He looks back at you as he shoves the man away, your eyes meet for a moment before it all starts. Men from left and right start throwing themselves to him, like if they stood a chance against the Winter Soldier. Seeing him like this sent chills down your spine. Quick, agile, ruthless. His moves were so calculated, so life ending. The Winter Soldier might be gone but his skills and moves were there alright, you only hoped it was just that.

"It didn't take much for him to fall back into form" Zemo says on your side almost as if he read your thoughts.

"Make it stop, Zemo or I swear I'll jump in the fight…" you snarl.

"Stay in character or the whole place will be upon us" Zemo says and you let out a huff. "Your soldier will be fine. It's all part of the show…"

"He is not my soldier…" your eyes couldn't get away from Bucky, who now had a man pinned on the table and that's when you hear the clicking of a gun.

Things take a bad turn real quick. Sam got caught in his character thanks to a phone call. Selby got killed and now there was a bounty for her killers who were apparently the four of you, then Sharon saved your assess and took you to her place. You were getting ready for the party, something comfortable to fight should it be needed. Bucky leans against the bathroom frame while you curl your hair, "You know that will go away soon though, right? When you pick on the next fight."

"If it lasts me two minutes it would be worth it" you say with a smirk as you look at him through the mirror, placing the iron on the counter you turn to look at him, he offers you a weak smile. "Well you look handsome" you say as you eye him. The black suit looked so good on him, and it just made his blue eyes stand out.

"You look... beautiful" he blinks as he eyes you, his hands falling into his pockets.

"Well thank you" your cheeks flush. After a few seconds, your gaze softens when you feel he is...off. "Are you okay, Buck? I know that what you did back there..." you trail off.

"I'm fine. Its just… I'm still processing..." he shrugs.

"You shouldn't have gone through with the plan. We could've found another way…"

"We didn't have time to find another way. Zemo knew that way would give us the information we needed" he says.

"I still don't like that he is using you like this..." you say with a frown.

He remains silent for a moment, wetting his lips before speaking. "Y/N, I know we-"

"You two done?" Sam interrupts and James takes an annoyed intake of breath, your gaze drops.

"Yeah" James walks away without a look back and you chew on your lower lip.

"Did I interrupt something?" Sam says with a smug smile.

"Get out" You walk out of the bathroom and Sam throws his arm around you, laughing.

"You two were having a moment there, weren't you?" Sam teases as you walk, poking on your shoulder. "Listen, you gotta do this smoothly. He is all rusty. He hasn't had a date in like 70 years."

"He probably wants to be by himself to finish that notebook, and right now nothing can distract us" you frown.

"You distract each other already" Sam says between laughs. "One of you will be in danger and the other will run and save the other."

"That's what I mean. Zemo said it earlier, the Winter Soldier has a reputation. If he has to keep playing the part, I'll be trying to stop him even more than I already do. I can't blow off the mission because of whatever this is..."

"Alright, you got a point, but talk to him, alright? If you want, take him out of the party and work it out" Sam pats your back as you walk out to the living room area.

"Looking sharp, Y/N" Sharon says with a grin once you come out and you twirl with a laugh. "Enjoy the party. Stay out of trouble, I'll see what I can find."

"Shall we then?" Zemo asks, holding his arm out to you.

"Let's go" you link your arm with his, just to play along. After this time with Zemo you figured out you might as well enjoy yourself, there was still a long way ahead before getting rid of him again. He didn't seem so bad since he broke out, you still didn't trust him though.

Once at the party, you stick around with Zemo. Sam and Bucky are somewhere around the lounge surveying the place, you all still had a bounty on your heads anyway. Meanwhile you are with Zemo, who was making some moves that had you giggling and laughing. He took your hand and started going around you before letting go and you grin. "Should've known you were this fun I would've helped breaking you out" you tease over the music.

"Didn't had a chance" Zemo says and smiles as he claps while letting the music move him. He eyes something behind you before looking back at you. "Your soldier can't seem to stop looking at you" you want to turn around, but you decided against it.

"He is not my soldier…" you say. "He is just watching out for us. We have prices on our heads remember?" You tap your head as you say the words. "And you have him acting as our bodyguard."

"I know your hatred was fueled when I had him act in such way, and I do apologize for such plan but it was the only way" he says. "You would know if you understood how things realistically move" he says.

"Apology accepted" you say. Zemo takes your hand and twirls you, and you catch a glimpse of Bucky walking towards the two of you.

"I believe we have company" Zemo says into your ear. "You know where to find me" he says and walks out and into the crowd with his own, awkward dancing pace. You giggle at it before turning around and finding Bucky close.

His shoulders were tense under that black suit that made him look so good, and his scowl was too obvious. "Having fun with Zemo?" He asks, everyone around you was moving to the music, except him who only looked to where Zemo had disappeared to, his tongue poking in annoyance at his cheek.

"Just wanted to get to know him a bit more. Is not an everyday thing we hang with a Most Wanted prisoner" you say with a shrug. "Who you broke out of jail may I add."

"I didn't do anything" he says and his gaze averts from yours.

"For being one hundred and six you are an awful liar, Buck" you smirk, but he doesn't say anything. His hands are tucked in his pockets, eyeing everything but you. "Relax. Enjoy the music."

"This isn't my type of music" he says coldly and looks around the place once again.

"Fine…" you stop on your moves. Might as well take Sam's suggestion, plus you could see this scenario and the music was too much for him. "Come on, let's go back upstairs and talk" you hold your hand out for him and he looks at it, he hesitates before his glove covered hand wraps around yours and you lead the way.

"I told you, I'll be fine" he sighs as he sits down on the couch, you sit right beside him.

"Bullshit, Barnes" you say as you drop down. "When you were fighting those people…"

"It was just an act…I'm not a killer anymore..."

"I know, Buck" you reach to put your hand on his knee, which he eyes before looking at you. "But you didn't go to therapy to get over this only to be pulled again for a show. This isn't right."

"I'm okay, I promise…" he trails off. "I'm just getting used to all of this" his hand covers yours, sending electricity through your nerves.

"I promised Steve I would look out for you to not do anything stupid," you smile at him "I am not a super soldier or have any powers, but if I can help. I will do what I can…" you admit to him. His blue eyes look into yours and your heart stops it's beating for a second.

You hold his gaze and shift your position on the couch, your leg was already falling asleep since it was under you. "I-" he pauses and you can see his mind wondering, thinking, calculating. Sam was right, you could almost see the gears turning.

"Talk to me. I know you have something to say" you smirk.

"I guess that what I'm trying to say is, I am glad that you are with me in this mission even after everything-"

"Don't. Please…" you were sure he was going to bring up that one time where Sam, Steve and Natasha, as well as yourself, were attacked by him while trying to get a hold of Hydra. It was the first time you had seen him, you didn't know him, but you feared him. You are a mere human and he is a super soldier, the most dangerous soldier for the past years. He had tried to kill you back then one way or another, guns, knives, grenades, but somehow you survived.

Then you met him when Cap and Sam went after him, seeing him act like a normal person triggered something in you. How could someone like him turn into someone so dangerous? The time you spent watching after him, and fighting alongside the team had warmed your heart towards him to the point you admitted to yourself you caught feelings for him. How could you not? You were the only person to go to Wakanda to see him after he was freed, and it will be an understatement that you cried your eyes out when he told you the words. That was when the two of you started having a connection.

"You okay?" His voice echoes and you realize you had zoned out.

"Yeah. Sorry I was just thinking of…" he eyes you curiously, those steel blue eyes had you going weak. You inch closer and you feel him move, his head siding in a way that all you had to do was… "I'm so sorry for this, Buck-"

"What are you apolog-" and your lips muffle his words when you press them against his. You hated this. Losing your control the second you are alone with him. This wasn't right, but it felt unbelievably nice. His lips don't move, so to save yourself more embarrassment you pull away and duck your head to avoid his gaze, hoping that your hair is covering the redness of your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that…" you pull your hand away from under his, daring to look up at him. "We should go back to the-"

This time, he interrupts you. His flesh hand moving in a blur to the back of your head to bring you in for another kiss. His lips were rough on yours even when they parted slowly, but what did you expect? For him to be the womanizer Steve once told you he was? That now that he was free he would be kissing any girl? You let out a sigh of relief through your nostrils before pulling away.

"Did I do something wrong?" His eyes were soft with worry as he tried to meet yours.

"No. Gosh no" you bite your lip. "Don't apologize...I just lost myself there…" you giggle and he smiles weakly. You move forward again but stop, looking into his hues for approval before you lean in again slowly and his lips capture yours. He dares to part his lips and you tilt your head slightly, so does his, deepening the kiss only slightly.

"Y/N? Are you- Sweet Jesus!" Sam voices echoes through your ears and Bucky quickly pushes you away lightly, but enough to have you away from him.

"Sam. I-" You try to explain.

"Nuh-uh. I saw enough to know what was going on."

"Any leads?" Bucky asks, trying to divert the attention, standing up now.

"Sharon found him" Sam says. "Let's go, and no PDA while I'm around, okay?"

"When all of this is over-" Bucky starts as you two walk down the containers, Sam, Sharon and Zemo a few feet ahead.

"I shouldn't have done that" you insist. "My timing was off.."

"You make it sound like it was wrong when it wasn't" he pulls out his gun and so do you.

"It was" you nod your head as you walk. He reaches for your hand, looks at the group in front of you before he pulls you to the side behind a container, your body between the two.

"I have wanted what happened more than you know" he is soft in his words and his eyes divert to your lips for a moment. "I just...I have a past, Y/N..."

"A past you are free from now, Bucky" you point out. "You are not The Winter Soldier anymore. You have grown from that ever since Wakanda…" you assure him. "I'm not even asking you to accept it to start something because I know its way too soon-"

"You don't understand" he slowly backs away from you.

"You don't trust yourself entirely yet, do you?" His eyes avoiding your gaze made you frown. "I knew that this would have consequences. I'm going to talk to Zemo."

"Y/N, wait" he catches your arm as you turn and he brings you close. "We can't trust Zemo. You know that…" he says. "I am not sure how to explain it, but-"

That's when it hit you. "You don't want him to know we are each other's weakness…" you voice and his head nods slowly as he swallows.

"That's why we need to sort this out, but later, not during this…"

"Y/N?" Sam calls out and you frown.

"On it!" You whisper shout back.

"Be careful. I'll go in with Sam…You stay with Sharon…" he says and your head nods.

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"Walker I swear if you don't shut up I'll make you swallow that shield" your arms were crossed, leaning against the wall behind Bucky who was guarding the stairs. Zemo was cuffed, Sam was inside talking with Karli, Walker and Hoskins had found their way to you and now were here.

"Easy there. I'm just worried about your partner being in there by himself" he says and you notice the glare the Sargeant gives him.

"You have been messing this whole operation the moment you got here" you spat.

"Aren't you worried about Sam back there?"

"He can handle himself. He is doing what is right, unlike others" you eye him up and down and his whole face darkens, taking a step forward and you take a defiant one as well.

"Think carefully what you will do next, Walker" Bucky puts his hand on his chest.

"Let him. I can kick his ass and take that shield off his hands in a heartbeat…" you hiss.

"This is all easy for you, isn't it? All that serum rushin' through your veins. You let your partner in there with a Super Soldier, that blood will be on your hands if things get dirty in there…" Walker says to Bucky. How dare he!?

For a moment, you ponder on his words and you can't stand the thought of Sam being in there getting beaten by Super Soldiers while Walker could be right. You didn't want him to be. What if they took him? What if…?

"Buck…" you put your hand on his bicep and he looks at you, knowing very well what you wanted to do.

Of course, Walker wasn't very good with entrances since he literally waltzed in calling Karli and saying she was under arrest. Super Soldiers showed up everywhere and your eyes widened. Karli pushes Walker and then storms off running.

"Karli!" You call and look at Sam.

"Go! We got this!"

Your head nods, eyes shift to look at Bucky who was fighting a Super Soldier off before you storm to the direction Karli headed to. You see her walking down the corridor, not too far from you. "Karli, wait! This is not what it looks like!" Karli says and she stops in her tracks, looking back at you.

"It is exactly what it looks like! You are working for Captain America!"

"What? No! We hate the guy!" You admit bluntly, honesty can get you places after all, and at least she stopped. "We just want to work this out. There has to be a better way to fight for what you want, Karli…" you say and get closer.

"Yeah. There is...But first, you will help us deliver a message before we trust you again" your head tilts to the side curiously when you feel arms around you and you feel a pinch on your neck. Your eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden until you can't hold them open any longer.

-Bucky's POV-

After fighting some of the Flag Smashers off he meets with Sam, Walker and Hoskins in the middle of the building.

"We lost them" Hoskins says as he looked around.

"You made us loose them! I had everything under control until you stepped in!" Sam complained.

"Where is Y/N?" Bucky asks as he looks around.

"She went after Karli. I haven't seen her since..." Sam says, his phone goes off and Bucky is quick to move close to him as he opens the message. "They got Y/N…" Sam's brown eyes shift to look at Bucky who was clenching his jaw yet his eyes showed how worried he was, and mad for letting you go after Karli alone.

"That's it." Bucky turns on his heels and started walking the other direction.

"Bucky!" Sam calls but it didn't get the man's attention. "Bucky!"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #reader #james buchanan barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel #tfatws #(weakness) #(mine) #tfatws imagine #title might change later #avengers imagine #avengers #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines

[darkfinch]

Like colors and outfits and haircuts and vibes!!

[Original Ask] Out of curiosity: ideal hell au aesthetics for both Eliot and Moreau?

!!! thank you for clarifying, i made some melodramatic hell au aesthetic collages bc the answer is just "canon but 2 inches from the left" and im gonna say too many words abt it :)

SO. here's too many words abt aesthetics.

i’ve always been of the baseless opinion that eliot started growing his hair out after he left moreau, as a way to be a little less recognizable (also something something bodily autonomy)? so since our hell au eliot has not actually done the leaving, yet, he’s still bound to moreau’s own aesthetic preferences for his people; i think his hair’s a little shorter than it was in rundown job in this au, and it gets longer the longer he stays with the team.

(i also think hell au eliot is a little physically smaller than our canon eliot, because he's hasn't been running jobs solo and he hasn't been his own first and last line of defence for a while? no one's getting close enough to him that he needs to be able to Take Hits etc. i think he probably starts putting on more weight when he joins the team.)

clothes & colours: we know moreau likes his people in black-on-black everything, so eliot starts out v dark v monochromatic. once he starts trying to sell Nate's Eliot TM as a Real Person with Preferences, he goes out and grabs some henleys and some plaid shirts and some jeans (so cheap so so cheap), but I don't think he ever gets to Our eliot's jewel tone situation?

hell au eliot is like regular eliot except washed out and desaturated and a lil empty; he's not going for The Iconic Red Eliot Shirt. he's going for the saddest noncommittal brick red you've ever seen in your life

(i think by the time we get to season 3, eliot looks v much like Our eliot who we know and love, long hair and accessories and all, + warmer richer colours to break away from moreau's cool dark palette)

For Danmien Mornmo, every time I write this man he is drinking wine in a black silk robe, at sunset, like I cannot stop him it’s his life’s true calling and his default state

uhhhh aesthetically he is.....goran visnjic in a variety of suits. theres not much different here. he usually looks well put together unless it’ll benefit him not to; when he’s mad at eliot, he’s in the full suit. further into the au when he’s pressing on eliot's Sense Of Loyalty or Protective Nature Tee Em he’s either got the tie and the jacket off or he’s gone back 2 the robe, hair ungelled. he’s not actually more vulnerable either way but he is Signifying that he is. Stratégique

vibes for the lads: we're taking the dog metaphor and running a marathon with it. for anyone who has read my eliot/moreau fics u know abt my devil+hellhound bullshit for them and i am back on that wholeheartedly with this au. eliot's slamming the Devotion button in his brain like "i would like 2 feel Something. something. Something" and moreaus like "obviously he's doing Fine, very normal and functional, i'm gonna send him to the states to run a grift on sophie fucking devereaux". wise

the VIBES did i say dog metaphor. corrosive loyalty. found family but you're screaming very loudly about it. rediscovering ur personhood via robinhood shenanigans. moreau as a corrupting and consuming force. eliot is about 35% human person and the rest is just static. the vibes they are bad <3

♫ for listenable vibes i've got a chronological eliot playlist here, a moreau playlist here, & a pre-canon eliot/moreau playlist over here ♫

[POMES from the pics: first poem is from i never figured how to get free by donika kelly; second is from hunter's moon by yves olade.

quotes are a modified quote from the zoo job and a moreau line from the show, respectively]

thank u for coming 2 my rambling if u made it this far i hope u have a wonderful day :)

#finchtalks #undercover eliot au #see this is why u cannot ask me vague things i will do. this. apologies <3

[babychoko]

🌺𝔸 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥🌺

Disclaimer: Thanks for checking in. I‘m not pretty sure about this story since I haven‘t written fanfictions a long time ago. I hope I get back into writing. Also english isn‘t my first language. If there are any mistakes, my apologies dear reader.

The reader is a female.

Please do not repost my story.

When I graduated from high school, I never felt like I really knew what I wanted to become one day.

I thought that as soon as I graduated from high school, a big burden would fall off my shoulders.

I will pick something and study it.

Then it should all be over.

That's how it should have been.

But for now, I've decided to grit my teeth and just keep going.

As if that wasn't enough, I even lost contact with my friends. I didn't think it was true that you have less contact with them after graduation. After all, there is the internet for keeping contact.

However, most were rather busy with their partners or lived too far away. We chat less and less.

I should not worry about it. Because I should have expected it.

I had no choice but to just keep going. I will study, find a job and then work.

I wonder if I'll get married and have children...? That would be funny. I used to strongly dislike that.

My family laughed and said the people who reject it very strongly will get married and have children first than the people who plan it in advance. The unexpected will happen.

Well, I'm still not really convinced of that.

During the time before university, I spent my time working part-time jobs or reading.

And now I'm sitting in a lecture.

My attitude of just accepting everything hasn't changed yet.

I‘ll just keep going.

Homework that takes a lot of time?

I will do them.

Essays?

I'll get right on it.

Work while studying?

How else will I be able to pay for some things?

Whether my grades are excellent?

Not really. But as long as they remain decent....

Less free time?

Well, life is not a luxury.

After the lecture, I still had some time until the next class.

I chose a quiet place and started working on my homework.

I was really tired.

After some time I heard it again.

A soft voice.

Oh, didn't I mention that?

Lately I've been hearing a soft voice.

This voice sings, hums and rhymes beautifully.

Every time I hear it, I feel like I am charged with energy.

Every time I’m working on my essays while being sad: this voice cheers me up.

This is the reason why I work in the garden of my University most of the time.

To hear that voice.

And maybe the person doesn't know it, but I admire them.

Wonder if I've seen that person one day?

Sure I did.

He was anonymous to me until one day it started raining. The place where I study has fortunately a roof. So I did not get wet.

I only heard the splashing of the rain and then some footsteps, no longer his singing.

I felt a presence and then I lifted my head forward.

It was a boy with braids, a little shorter than average. He had beautiful long eyelashes, clear skin and was slim.

He was half wet from the rain, yet he looked at me with a calm smile.

"May I join you?" he asked gently.

Somehow I couldn't get a word out then.

My pupils dilated slightly as well as my lips.

The pounding of my heart intensified.

So that's what he looked like...?

I just managed to nod and pushed my notebooks towards me a bit so they didn't take up all the space off the table.

"Thank you."

He sat down-

Not across from me.

He sat down next to me and leaned back, sighing. Then he brushed his slighty wet hair back.

I blinked several times.

He's so close to me.

"I'd prefer wind alone..my instrument is getting wet from the rain..." he mumbled.

Then his lips formed into a smile, he looked at me.

"What did you think of my little singing so far? You've been eavesdropping on me until now, haven't you?~".

"Huh? Well..." was all I could get out.

He knew I was listening to him? The whole time so far?

"Everytime..I see you, there is a monotone look on your face..so I figured I'd play some songs of mine for you. Right behind that tree up ahead!"

"You did that..just for me?", I asked quietly.

He nodded, as if it was pretty normal. Then he looked at my notebook. For a while, it was quiet between us.

I don't know why, but he didn't seem like a stranger to me.

"My, you sure are busy. I see you working on your homework all the time. Do you like your classes that much?", he asked quietly.

I just looked at my notebook. No words came out.

If I like my classes?

It was like everything was broken.

The bubble I built for myself of not worrying about whether it was my passion.

The thoughts and fatigue I always pushed aside until now.

"Oh?" his eyes widened a little as my eyes got a little wet.

I'm not really going to start crying in front of someone I've only just met, am I?

"It's okay. You've always done your best until now, right? I've admired you for that for a very long time," he said with a smile.

For a very long time?

I couldn't get any sentences out and was still looking at my notebook with teary eyes. Then I nodded.

"Please, get some rest“, he said calmly, but a little worried.

Tears rolled down my face as I closed my eyes. I was somehow getting more and more tired as I felt a cool breeze from the wind. It was pleasant as the gentle breeze swept across my cheeks and eyelashes.

He slowly lifted one arm and put it around me. Carefully, he let my head rest against his shoulder.

It was somehow..soothing. Like this wind was blowing away all my worries that I had been trying to banish until now.

After that, I don‘t remember what happened.

I only remember that we said our goodbyes just before my next lecture and that I was relaxed going to class.

His name was Venti.

It was a strange way to get to know someone. But what I knew was, that it didn‘t feel wrong. Since then he became a very close friend.

Venti stopped playing on his Lyre and yawned. „I‘m beat.“

„From sitting in front of this tree?“, I said as I raised an eyebrow. „And what about your class? You‘ll miss it.“

„Ehe“.

Nice answer.

Oh, that big change of attitude? I seriously..don‘t know.

The first time I met him he seemed very different from now. He was somewhat more mature. As if he was a totally different person.

I just don‘t get this boy sometimes.

„Hey (Name)! How about a nap? It‘s pretty sunny! The perfect weather for a-“

„Venti go to your class.“

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1 you are here.

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#venti x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #babychokogenshin

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

An Afternoon Detour

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

Characters: Alex Spencer x Thomas Hunt Book: Red Carpet Diaries Book 3 Word Count: ~1,000 Rating: General Prompts: ​@choicesaugustchallenge : road trip

Synopsis: Thomas and Alex take an afternoon detour to Solvang (California) on their road trip.

This takes place during RCD3 when Thomas struggling creatively and Alex suggest they take a short road trip. This is the third part of their journey but each is a standalone story: [Part One] [Part Two]

A/N: This has been in WIP for like 8 months. I was super inspired to write this side trip at the time, but haven't had the motivation since to complete it. Rather than leave it in WIP any longer, I decided to wrap up the snippets/scenes I had started and then, make a collage of their time in the Dutch town to show what they did/saw based on my original notes to represent the parts I didn't end up writing.

"Is this your surprise?” He looked around skeptically at the quaint Dutch town.

“Nope.” She slipped out of the car and walked toward the path.

Thomas quickly followed, taking her hand once it was offered to him. “What are we doing here then?”

“Walking.” She smiled, leaning further into his arm.

“Why?

"Walking is good for you.” She did her best to keep a straight face as she continued. “Remember what our dear friend Tucker Paisley said, walking ‘gets the blood flowing, grows your brain potential by, like... three times.”

“If I recall, Mr. Paisley was not fond of walking, preferring instead to let technology do it for him,” Thomas corrected, the corner of his lip twitching upward at the memory.

Alex shrugged and leaned closer to him. “Just because he didn’t practice this philosophy himself doesn’t mean he was wrong. Indulge me.”

The bright, cheerful flowers radiated under the mid-day sun, while the bold-colored buildings transported them into another world. Four wooden windmills stood watch over the many guests strolling the streets of the town out of time. The warm, pleasant aroma of fresh-baked bread, sugary sweets, and tantalizing treats wafted out of one of the town’s five bustling bakeries.

“Mmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes. “We must get some aebleskivers before we leave.”

His brow arched at her familiarity.

“I might have read some reviews when I picked this as a stop on our road trip tour." She pulled him forward. "Come on.”

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“You have a little—” Thomas touched his finger to the place on his face that mirrored where Alex had some jam on hers from the aebleskivers.

“Here?” She carefully moved her tongue along her lip in the opposite direction, a playful smirk claiming her mouth. “Maybe over here?”

“Allow me.” He lifted his napkin, but she pulled away.

“Nuh-uh.” She chewed her lip, leaning into him.

He exhaled noisily, sighing in defeat. He placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, opening just enough to take in the drop of jelly.

Alex turned into him, capturing his lips softly in a chaste kiss.

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"What are we really doing here?" The question had been on his mind since their arrival. He knew they were doing more than walking.

"What do you mean? We're just having fun." Alex shrugged innocently, guiding him ahead toward the bronze Little Mermaid statue above the glistening reflecting pool.

While picturesque, the town was not one he would have anticipated being of interest to Alex. "And yet, I feel as though you have an ulterior motive."

"Who, me?" Her mouth fell open as she feigned disbelief.

His eyes narrowed at her, not letting the question go.

She sat on the ledge surrounding the serene fountain, patting the stone beside her. As he accepted her request, she took his hand, allowing her thumb to caress his skin. "I know you're struggling and more than you let on. I know this hasn't been easy for you, even when you try to hide the depth of your frustration. You're so talented—the most brilliant man I know. You need to get out of your head. This trip is about finding inspiration in both the familiar and unfamiliar."

His gaze fell to the cobblestone street at his feet, his fists clenching slightly. His lips pressed together, and his shoulders slumped forward. He felt like a failure and a fraud, completely unworthy of her. She had everything ahead of her, and his achievements seemed to be behind him. "You shouldn't have had to take time away from The Secret of Ninradell for me. Nurturing your own career is important."

"I didn't have to, I wanted to. And my career is important, but nothing is more important than you—than us." She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "We're a team. We help each other. For better or for worse, in good times and bad; there is nothing we can't overcome as long as we're together."

"Would you still wish to marry me if I wasn't everything that I was, all that I think myself to be?" He posed, unable to meet her gaze.

"Yes, of course," she replied immediately, without a moment's hesitation. "Thomas, I love you. Nothing will change that."

"How can you be certain?" He turned back into her, his eyes searching for answers.

"Would you still want to marry me if when we return Ninradell was ruined and my career was damaged as a result? If a gossip rag destroyed me tomorrow, would you still want me?"

"Yes." He nodded his agreement. "I will always want to marry you."

"That's how I know." She cradled his face. "What we have is stronger than anything else. I believe you will get through this, as I believe in us."

His head shook. "Your optimism never ceases to amaze me."

She smiled, wagging her brow at him. "I am quite amazing."

His lips turned up, "that you are."

Her cheeks warmed under his adoring gaze.

"I love you, Alex. No matter what the future holds, the one thing that will never change is how I feel about you."

"And I, you." She curled into him, letting the soft trickle of the fountain behind them create a serene soundtrack.

"Try something for me. Close your eyes for a minute. Listen to the melody of the water falling from the fountain and the rhythm of the horses' shoes against the cobblestone, the murmur of visitors like us making memories to treasure. Breathe in the fragrance of the tulips in the gardens. Let the light breeze dance across your face, tickling your skin and bringing with it the aroma of the delicious foods escaping the restaurants and bakeries." Alex spoke softly and slowly, allowing him time to process and attempt to draw inspiration from the small details around them. "The Little Mermaid story is about redemption. The statue behind us is filled with melancholy. She looks lonely, looking out into the distance, searching. I've seen that look on you. I know you're searching for what's next, for what's in store for you. You'll find what's right for you when you're ready. And nothing will stop you. You can't beat yourself up anymore. Unlike this statue, you're not alone, and you'll never be."

Thank you for reading and indulging me int his story even though it isn't finished and the parts here aren't as "polished" as I would like.

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#thomas hunt #thomas hunt x mc #thomas hunt x oc #thomas orson hunt #red carpet diaries #thomas hunt rcd #playchoices #choices #rcd3 #fan fiction #alex hunt #alex spencer #halex #thomas x alex

[santastic]

[5am adventures - choi san drabble]

"god, my parents are literally going to murder me if they realise I snuck out, san," you whine, rubbing your face as the reality of your little crime begins to hit you.

granted, it's not actually a crime, but it might as well be because if your parents catch you missing from your bed then you're done for.

"they won't find out, angel, and even if they do," he says as he drops an arm around your shoulder, "I promise to visit you in hell when I get there, 'kay?"

you scoff and shake his arm off, giving him a Look™. he just smiles lazily and shrugs, skipping ahead a few steps and stretching his arms above his head.

"wait, why do you think I'm going to hell, huh? you literally call me angel!" you point out, catching up to him just so you can give him the side-eye.

he sticks his tongue out at you rebelliously, but you know that means he's got no smart retorts left, so a victorious smile finds its way to your tired face.

the sun hasn't started rising just yet, but the sky is a faint blue-grey colour as night becomes early morning. streetlights still light up your path as you walk side by side, and at this time of day, it almost feels like you're two movie protagonists exploring an abandoned neighbourhood in the middle of an apocalypse.

"doesn't it kinda feel like a zombie movie or something?" san comments, reading your mind.

"in that case, I'm happy you're my companion," you say, and just before he can coo at you, you add, "'cause at least I won't feel guilty when I use you as bait, y'know?"

"those are bold words from someone who can only run half as fast as me," he responds with an eyebrow raised.

for a moment, it looks like he’s getting ready to prove his point, but then he realises he’s too tired to put in that kind of effort and instead you both break out into laughter. he turns away from you and you loop your arm through his as you continue your walk.

leaning your head against his shoulder, you say, "I know you'd never leave me behind like that. I'm such good company, it'd be a shame to lose me."

he just scoffs and tells you you're on thin ice, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

reaching the end of the street, you realise he’s leading you to the unfinished part of the estate, decorated with random sand dunes and areas marked out for houses yet to be built. as a kid, you lived in a neighbourhood with a similar layout, and you remember the adventures you’d go on with the kids who lived next door.

you’d pretend to be vampires on a hunt for blood, or mischievous princes and princesses running through your kingdom’s village. sometimes, the adults would even join in and play a game of fantasy-themed tag with you guys, but secretly, you always preferred the thrill of sneaking away without them realising.

funnily enough, even now, it seems like you have that internal feeling of longing for fun, risks and adventures. that’s why san knew you’d sneak out with him, even if you complained about it.

“I really like this time of day,” san comments as he kicks away the fragments of brick on the path. “like, I feel like my thoughts are so much clearer, and I don’t have to think about what’s next on my to-do list, you know?”

he walks ahead to a sandstone wall surrounding a plot and takes a seat, crossing his legs. you sit beside him with your legs hanging over the edge, and he tilts his head as he thinks to himself.

you find yourself admiring his profile absentmindedly, and you can’t help but feel it’s a little unfair how lovely he looks in the pale light. when his gaze finds yours again, you immediately look away in embarrassment, but he doesn’t comment on it.

he hesitates for a moment before he finally says, “I think it’s kinda special when it’s just us two out here.”

at that, you look up again to find him watching your expression carefully, nervously. this time, it’s him who looks away first.

he picks at the jagged rocks poking out of the sandstone, and you find it cute because you know he only fidgets with things when he’s nervous about something.

“god, it’s so cliche, but you really feel like home to me. I feel like I can say anything that’s on my mind and you’ll just listen and care and, I don’t know, I can just trust you wholeheartedly and I know you won’t hurt me, and I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, and it’s so...” he trails off, sighing when he realises he’s rambling.

flicking a rock from the wall, he grows quiet again. he won’t look up at you, but you can tell he’s waiting for a response.

“I get it. it’s the same for me. you know me the most,” you tell him, and even though he’s still staring down at the wall, you see his eyes widen, so you continue, “literally, there’s no one else who I would be able to tell the things I tell you, and maybe it kind of seems like I take that for granted ‘cause I don’t thank you nearly enough, but I’m so grateful, san. seriously.”

there’s a moment of silence after that, but it isn’t awkward and you don’t feel the need to fill it. it’s like you’re both sitting there and processing the real meaning behind what you said. you have so much more to add but right now, no words come to mind, so you can only hope that he understands what you’re feeling.

you’re pretty sure he does when he stands up and reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers casually as he gets ready to walk around together again. feeling a little braver now, you decide to speak up.

“so, I know we should probably sleep when we get back, but would you be down to go out like this again tomorrow?”

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#this is my first full ateez drabble ever #like I wrote a oneshot and a bunch of timestamps but no little drabble things like this #and im very happy about it cause im just so soft for san HSGJHS #and it's a lil bit based on my actual childhood memories so even softer #n e ways I hope u enjoy! <3 #ateez #san #choi san #ateez san #ateez x reader #san x reader #ateez imagine #san imagine #ateez fic #san fic #ateez scenario #san scenario #ateez fluff #san fluff #ateez drabble #san drabble #choi san x reader #choi san fic #choi san drabble #atz drabble #atz san #atz x reader #santastic ateez drabble #santastic atz drabble #this is queued to be posted on my bday too so happy bday to me and here's to another year of simping for choi san!

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Neon Nostrade ABC NS/FW Headcanons

Okay. I’m gonna do this for our baby girl because well, she has a different set of kinks altogether. 

By the way, I will be referring to KuroNeon and KuroNeon when I’m doing this headcanon. 

Rated R Warning: Lots of vulgar terms. Don't like don't read. Don't go inside a cave and complain it's dark. I will block anyone who complains.

Let’s go for the ABC Headcanons of this brat: 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s two moods: either really drowsy after a good fuck or talkative. If she’s worn out good, she will be very sleepy and just want to lie on her partner’s chest. 

If she still has energy left, she likes to have a pillow talk with her partner. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Girlie is proud of her curves and face. She knows she’s cute and she has the curves. She’s not afraid to dress up for her man and drive them absolutely crazy. 

She likes her partner’s biceps and back. She likes to scratch and caress them when they are in a missionary position. 

If she's with Kurapika and knows his Kurta identity, she worships his eyes (kinda fucked up but yes!). She likes how it turns scarlet because of his deep intense lust (and maybe hatred) while they’re having sex. She finds it alluring, like a moth to a flame. For Chrollo, it's his spider tattoo.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This girl swallows. Nuff’ said. She likes to be milked too. She's submissive and breedable.

She also likes having her partner's fingers stuffed into her mouth after they finger her. A little taste on how wet she is. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She has a bunch of lingerie shoots that doesn’t show her face. She then post it on OnlyFans to gain extra income. Just lingerie pics because she enjoys modelling for it. However, she won't show her pussy or boobs. Those are VIP access only.

She also fucks her new head bodyguard aka Kurapika and had a one time fling with Chrollo. Papa must never know this.

Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not so much. She isn't a virgin per se (really think one of her clients or Chrollo took her virginity), but she also hasn't gotten around much due to her father having people to guard her 24/7. She usually doesn’t take the lead so most of the time she just goes with the flow. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to do with her partner dominating her. Girlie likes to get dicked down hard. So think of missionary, doggy and all sorts of variations that goes deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is very childish and teasing alright. She's not serious about it. To her, sex is for fun. She wants to enjoy it. She giggles a lot whenever she gets a pleasant reaction from her partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah. She goes to those high-end bikini waxing services to get her pussy groomed once ever three months. She may show her lingerie to others but she only shows her lady parts to someone special and she has to make herself look presentable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Uhhh... she is playful. She usually relies on the non-sexual dating part that her partner does for the romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This girl likes to read smuts or listen to audios to get herself wet. If she really wants to get down on it, she uses a good ol' vibrator to buzz herself. She has to do it in a room though, where no one is around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

*clears throat* This girl makes the best porn to write LMAO. I can think of a few kinks when it comes to her (and her r/s with Chrollo or Kurapika).

With Kurapika:

Discipline and Bondage: Her bratty attitude pisses off his stern no-bullshit personality. Sometimes she does it on purpose to egg him to punish and fuck her. She secretly enjoys it when he spanks her, be it using his hand or his belt. She realises that he might be into bondage based on the chains on his hand so she suggested tying her up. They used ropes, clothes, handcuffs and of course (actual, not his Nen) chains. He sometimes chains her up Shibari style and likes to see her pussy drool over the chains. This starts whenever she acts up, throws a tantrum and Kurapika has to deal with her bs. It's not easy disciplining this naughty brat but he likes the challenge until she's an obedient brat begging to be his cumslut. When she's being a good girl, he'll reward her with a good fucking and another present (e.g. jewellery or handbag or whatever she wants).

Degrading and Humiliation: This comes with the disciplining part. Whenever he disciplines her, it comes with degrading her. Neon loves to be called all sorts of degrading terms: slut, whore, brat. He's usually very uptight so it turns her on when he gets vulgar during sex. It gets even more intense when it's hate-fucking. He's supposed to dislike flesh collectors but here he is enjoying the flesh of a pretty collector, and so they engage in hate-sex filled with degrading her and Neon loves every filthy second of it.

Breeding: Yes, I know I said Kurapika ain't gonna want kids, based on my analysis of him and it makes sense. Only after he accidentally knocks her up, then he'll realise "hey, this ain't bad". So when Kurapika realises that perhaps repopulating the clan isn't that bad, Neon is more than happy to produce kids with him and be the freakin Kurta baby factory. The whole baby-making process is fun, they will make sure they won't waste a single cum drop. Neon also loves to address Kurapika as "Daddy" because she knows it makes him feel powerful and it represents fathering her children. Sorry Light Nostrade, Neon has another daddy now.

With Chrollo:

DD/LG: Their age gap and height difference screams sugar dating. He loves to indulge in her materialism and spoils her like a brat she is (he just steals those items and gives it to her). Chrollo is one freaky mf who calls her princess, kitten, baby girl and all sorts of really cute nicknames. Chrollo isn't like Kurapika who would degrade her. He likes to praise his little sex bunny because positive reinforcement works. He wants her to dress up in all those frizzy lingerie costumes and roleplay in DD/LG.

Toys: [See the T for Toys for this one]

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One word: power. 

That is in the form of money and dominance in her partner. She loves it when they give her what she wants materially, be it that nice taxidermy butterfly necklace or that designer brand clothes and accessories. She doesn't care how you get it, but if you give it to her, she's sure to reward you.

Another thing that for sure turns them on is being dominated. Be it with Kurapika, Chrollo or anyone else, Neon loves to be dominated and fucked. Hold her by the neck. Let her know who is in charge. Make her beg to be fucked. A little possessive dirty talk will get her wet. Anything to do with establishing ownership of her.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neon likes having sex in the bedroom or in the guy's office. She likes to disturb her partner while he's working so they end up doing it in the office. Or some luxurious hotel. A bathtub will be good too.

There's a very specific location I want to write her having sex with Kurapika. A location so messed up yet so angsty but I will keep quiet about it for now. You would need to be one creative sicko like me to guess this one. Heh. 😶😶

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A big no is her being 100% dom. Neon is kinda lazy in that aspect. She doesn't like to do all the work and wants the pleasure/pain handed to her. At most, she'll ride the guy while she's on top but she's going to be a real tease about it, hoping that they would get impatient and flip her over. When they do, she'll be more excited because that's what baby girl wants.

Stuff like pee or anything to do with that is something that she'll never do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes to have her pussy eaten out of course. And how they make her come through oral sex. However, she prefers to give SLIGHTLY more. Just slightly. She likes to get her hair grabbed and face-fucked. Sometimes she engages in cock worship.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, she says things like "fuck me harder", "don't stop" etc. to encourage getting fucked at a faster and rougher pace. Especially when they hit her G-spot. That sends her crazy. She does appreciate the slow and sensual but only at the beginning or near the end. Depending on the context of the sex session.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah. She likes quickies. This has something to do with disturbing and teasing her partner while he's at work. Yes, I'm talking about Kurapika. So a little quickie just for him to relax and catch a break is Neon's favour for him for working so hard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She's game on taking risks. She's actually the one who will initiate and explore with kinks she finds on the net. Heck, she once proposed getting fucked against the window and in the balcony, risking the fact that someone might see them (Papa absolutely must never know what his daughter has been doing). The fear and thrill of getting caught arouses her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think at most two rounds. The sex can be really intense and this girl lacks stamina. She didn't go through formal Nen training (remember that she got hers without training), and her partners are Nen users and physically fit so they wear her out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them alright. She uses a vibe to pleasure herself. It comes in handy when she gets horny during ovulation and there's no one to dick her down.

As for using them with a partner, she uses a lot of toys with Chrollo. Whether it's the anal beads when Chrollo wants to get her ass fucked while he rams the front or making her wear vibrating panties in public, she's sure down for it. She also will wear a tail butt plug to complement her kitty outfit that Chrollo instructed her to wear. She'd gladly follow whatever freaky fantasy he wants.

With Kurapika, they don't use toys except for bondage items. If Neon were to sleep with a woman, she'll prefer to get fucked with a strap on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Neon is the queen of teases. Especially if her lover seems uptight. (Yes, Pika boy, that's you).

She'll randomly sends him nudes while he's working. She'll touch his lap/balls lightly when they're eating side by side. She'll say stuff that sounds suggestive in inappropriate timings. She'll wink. She'll roll her tongue while eating and making eye contact. Just to initiate sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neon has a high-pitched voice. She's very vocal during sex. She can't help it. Honestly, she sounds like those girls in hentai porn but more genuine lmaoo. She'll moan, squeal, whine, squeak and pant with the occasional "yes", "fuck me", "harder" and all the short needy dirty talk to push them to do her rougher.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to shop for her outfits. It excites her thinking what type of kinky outfit she should buy to make her partner horny. Be it another lacy lingerie, bunny outfit, kitty outfit, she'll be sure to look delectable in her man's eyes.

She looks REAL good in pink or white. Most of her outfits are in that colour. 💖💖

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Neon has a B cup. She doesn't have those giant breasticles like Pakunoda or Shizuku. But that's understandable. I once estimated her height based on Chrollo's height and the manga panel where her head is at his shoulder. She's about 150cm, maybe even shorter. She's a petite girl. She has curves in proportion (she's not a loli, she's just small in height). But that's her charm. She's cute. Easily carried to be fucked.

Side note: The height difference between her and Kurapika (171cm)/Chrollo (177cm) is so good in this aspect (if you guys know what I mean) hehehe kekekek.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hmm... I think Neon is mid. She does likes sex but she isn't a sex addict. She gets in the mood easily, especially when she's horny during ovulation. She won't be in the mood when she's angry or upset at not getting what she wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's exhausted after it happens. Definitely be sleeping like a baby. She'll lay on her partner's chest and doze off comfortably. If she still has the energy, she'll demand for round two or just pillow talk. Chatter her way until she falls asleep.

To end it off, I would like to give you guys some links to fanart where Neon is being hot, art by @anotherworldash :

Cat Outfit

Cat Outfit with Buttplug

Bunny Outfit Regina George reference

Neon in Shibari ropes

Chrollo and Neon

Kurapika and Neon

Neon sucking Kurapika off [Yes, you read this right]

Neon in pink lingerie

#neon nostrade #kuroneo #kuraneo #kuroneon

[author-a-holmes]

Underwing Challenge Day 3

"Who is your main cast? Describe as many of your OCs as you can cram into one post."

(Event Link) - (Day One) - (Day Two)

As many as I can cram into one post? Whooo-boy, you have no idea what you've asked for <3

Because Stolen is a Fantasy Romance, it's written in Third Person Close/Limited from the points of view of Stella Korazon and Reilly Mosswolf.

Stella Korazon

"Loving someone forever is the easy part, so long as you actually love them in the first place." - Stella

At the start of Stolen, Stella is a young but very talented thief. She was raised by her Da', Colm Korazon in a wagon that they used to travel the East Coast caravan route of Moryann.

Her greatest skills include being able to read a persons body language, and her pick-pocketing. She was taught how to fight, but her preferred reaction is to evade, dodge, run, or a mixture of the three.

Physically she's small. Short, and very slim, and with long blonde hair to her waist/hips and large blue eyes that make her look younger than she is, a look that she often uses to her advantage.

Stella's also a very good mimic, she can copy people's patterns of speech and behaviors as long as she's given sufficient time to study them.

Her biggest disadvantage is innocence. While Stella isn't naive to the dangers of Moryann, or the darker sides of the world she lives in, her Da' always encouraged social isolation. Teaching her to trust him, herself, and no one else. This makes for a strange dichotomy to her character that I enjoy playing with where she might be able to flirt with a mark and fluster them enough to rifle through their pockets unnoticed, but blush and stumble when being on the receiving end of genuine thanks or kindness.

Reilly Mosswolf

"You're in trouble, and I can help. Do I need more of a reason than that?" - Reilly

Reilly's parents were murdered when he was very young. He's elven, so very young for him was around 22 years, the developmental equivalent to mid-teens.

After his parents death, Reilly had his younger sister to look after, so he took to stealing. He was rather bad at it, and was caught. Luckily, for him, but the Guild Master of the Antillune Thieves Guild, Aldune Lamuird.

Instead of turning Reilly over to the guard, he took Reilly and his sister into the guild and looked after them, training both siblings himself when they expressed a desire to learn the trade.

At the start of Stolen, Reilly is 252 years old, and the current guild master having inherited his position from Aldune. Despite that he, and the guild, are in trouble.

For the previous year or two, there has been a rival guild from the Western side of Moryann beginning to encroach on the Antillune Guild's territory and while it hasn't yet escalated to an all out war, tensions are building.

Not least because around 6 months prior, Reilly's sister was found dead, having been clearly tortured. While Reilly is sure that the rival guild are responsible, he has no evidence and won't put the thieves under his protection at risk for a personal vendetta.

Physically, Reilly has the black eyes and sun-burnished skin of his mother's Desert Elf heritage. He also has black hair that he keeps shoulder length, and a scruff of a beard that helps give a messy edge to a face that would otherwise stand out in a crowd. He also has the traditional Forest Elf tattoo's that span from shoulder to wrist along his left arm; His family history written in elven.

His strengths are his experience, and his willingness to listen to opinions and advice other than his own. Reilly is a strong fighter, and Aldune taught him to carefully balance the racial specific talents of both his parents bloodlines, and to use them to his advantage. He has the powerful blows that belong to the forest clans, but the speed of the desert elves, making him a formidable opponent before he even picks up a blade.

Reilly's biggest disadvantage is his fear of losing people. Over the years, Reilly has lost almost everyone he's ever loved or cared for. His parents, Aldune, his sister Eryn, even a lover or two. He has an inner circle of people he relies on within the guild, six people he trusts above all others, but his best friend and the only one truly able to get through to him is Dara Brookor.

Reilly uses nicknames and pet-names to distance himself from his guild members, giving the illusion of closeness, but using the affectionate names to distance himself, and make sure he can't put a real name to a face should one of the people under his protection turn up dead.

It's when Reilly begins to use a person's real name, that they've truly begun to worm their way under his armor.

***

Stella and Reilly are surrounded by a small supporting cast, each of whom has a very important part to play in either the main characters lives, or the main plot, although that may not come to fruition within the first book...

Dara Brookor

"So you're trying to tell me that, when you realised you were developing a meaningful connection to a person you have known for less than a decade, you didn't panic, pull back, and avoid them like a complete moron?" - Dara

Dara runs most of the administrative side of the Antillune Thieves Guild. She handles all the records, job allocations and thief payments, and is also responsible for pairing up thieves whose skills will compliment each other.

She's also the best friend to Reilly Mosswolf. She met Reilly, and his sister Eryn, when they were attempting to steal from one of her clients. Before joining the guild, Dara ran a brothel in Antillune, and when Eryn Mosswolf tried to disguise herself as an employee to get close to her target, Dara interfered in an attempt to protect her staff.

Once the situation was explained, she ended up helping Eryn and Reilly with their job, and occasionally passing along information on good targets if a client tried to skip out on their bill.

Dara is over six feet tall, and almost half as broad, which is the only sign of her part ogre heritage. She has honey-blonde curls that she keeps cut to her jaw, and dark blue-green eyes.

She made good use of her imposing form to keep her staff protected and her clients in line, but eventually her establishment was set on fire by a competitor, which is when Reilly asked her to work for him instead, in the administrative side of the guild.

The fact that it meant Reilly got out of most of the paperwork was, he swears, simply a bonus.

Dara's strength is her ability to connect with people. While she isn't a thief, her long history in Antillune has given her a network on contacts across the city that feed her a steady supply of information, and Dara can quickly utilise those contacts to seek out any specific leads she or the guild needs.

Her weakness is that she doesn't want to think badly of anyone, and it can cloud her judgement. She doesn't automatically look for deceit and deception, which has often led to her finding herself in dangerous situations.

Thankfully, Dara strikes an intimidating form, can curse like an Antillune sailor, and knows how to wield blades well enough to back up her threats.

Myris Orinan

"I am not the youngest graduate from the college of Wizardry in nearly two centuries for nothing." - Myris

Myris Orinan is, simply put, a genius.

A forest elf in possession of extremely powerful elemental magic, Myris is one of only 3-4 people in Moryann who can control all four branches of elemental magic and manipulate them simultaneously to access the rare Kurro or Healing magic.

He completed his training at the College of Wizardry in less than 100 years, making him one of the youngest graduates to ever complete the training and he is also passable-to-fluent in over ten languages.

Myris is also entirely mute.

Married to Tanar Orinan, the pair met when Tanar had been hired to steal something from the library in the College of Wizardry. Myris discovered the thief, mid-job, because he'd been working late into the night and bound Tanar before demanding an explanation for his presence.

Tanar agreed to surrender the book, and forfeit the contract, in exchange for being allowed to court Myris and the pair were quickly inseparable.

Due to this close association with the Antillune Guild, however, Myris was attacked, kidnapped, and tortured for information on the guild, and on Reilly Mosswolf in particular.

Even though, at the time, he had no knowledge to give, his attackers punished him for withholding information by forcing an alchemical mixture into him that burnt away his vocal chords, effectively rending his magic useless as it's commonly accepted that without the ability to speak a spell, spellcasters and wizards are rendered powerless.

Myris proved everyone's theories on elemental magic wrong however by slowly developing his own language using hand positioning and finger shapes to communicate words and phrases, and with practice and strength of will he gradually taught himself how to cast spells with a non-verbal trigger, instead of a spoken one.

While Myris has physically recovered as well as he can from the experience, and his magic is as strong as ever, despite requiring more effort to cast non-verbally, Myris has been left with a powerful hatred of Vine, and an ever encroaching fear that such an attack will happen again.

After his recovery, and several assessments by the College to prove that he could continue to retain his Wizard title, Myris moved to the Antillune Thieves guild to work as their wizard in residence, providing wards and magical services to the guild in exchange for a modest fee and even working to create unique items to help the guild function better and to keep its members safer.

Myris does not leave the Guild grounds without Tanar by his side, and even then only in exceptional circumstances. If he is required to leave the guild for any reason, it also tends to leave him with nightmares for several weeks.

Honorable Mentions

I had some others I was going to do but this is so long already, and I'm already 7 hours into Day Four that I'm pushing them into an honorable mentions section instead.

Tanar Sotor Orinan, Indre Larieth, Lurall Penrith and Nilion Kurez are all additional members of the guilds Inner Circle.

Tanar is half plains elf and half human, and is married to Myris. He used to be the thief partner to Eryn Mosswolf after Reilly was made guild master.

Indre Larieth is a half-elf who was recruited by Nilion Kurez, but has remained steadfastly loyal to Reilly for many years. Due to her Snow Elf heritage she can appear stand-offish and cold, but she cares deeply for her chosen few, and will go to extraordinary lengths to do whatever she thinks is nessecary to protect them.

Lurall Penrith was once trained by the Ikhari guild of assassins. It wasn't a path he chose, but instead of running her decided to become good enough that the guild would have no choice but to allow him to leave. After he met Reilly, he leveraged the backing of another guild to convince the Ikhari to let him walk away. Lurall now runs the Guild Outpost in the Western Desert, but frequently visits Reilly in Antillune.

Nilion Kurez is a Forest Elf, and has been a member of the Antillune thieves guild since Aldune Lamuird founded it. He helped write many of the guilds laws, and has known Reilly most of his life, having watched him grow up inside the guild, and in many cases been one of Reilly's teachers.

Hawk Denill is the face of Vine in Book One, and the person who hires Stella to break into the guild and steal from Reilly Mosswolf. He is a dark character who I intend to be a thorn in Stella and Reilly's side for at least the first three books. Once a member of Reilly's own guild, Hawk was banished when the guild discovered he was responsible for a series of grisly murders in Antillune. Hawk has returned to the city only recently, confident with the backing of a new guild.

Liandra 'Andy' Jenkin is a bright but brash young thief who Dara partners with Stella once she settles into the guild. Andy is Human, but makes up for the disadvantages this gives her in speed and strength by sheer enthusiasm, and stubborn determination. Andy has a grudge of her own against Vine, since their people laid an ambush on her last job that injured her and killed her previous partner.

Colm Korazon is Stella's Da'. While Colm is also a thief, he's not a particularly good one. He raised Stella in a travelling caravan, using it as a base to sell all sorts of false herbal remedies, imitation magical items, and any other junk he could con people into purchasing. All the while training Stella to do what he could not. By the time she was old enough to blend in with the crowds that gathered around his stall, the items he attempted to sell were merely a distraction to allow Stella to silently search through pockets.

#Underwing Challenge #Writeblr #Underwing Writing Challenge #Ari Speaks #Stolen #A Stolen Story #Writing #Stella #Stella Korazon #Reilly #Reilly Mosswolf #Dara Brookor #Myris Orinan #Tanar Orinan #Indre Larieth #Lurall Penrith #Nilion Kurez #Hawk Denill #Liandra Jenkin #Andy Jenkin #Colm Korazon

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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[majwrites]

Lighter fluid

Sick Boy

Summary: Sick Boy and his sibling somehow managed to stick together throughout the years

Note: the only info I have about Sick Boy is from the Trainspotting movies. Didn't read the books yet.

Flashbacks to the 90s are cursive.

Warnings: smoking, drugs, alcohol, loss of a child, lots of cursing

This one goes out to my brother @malexmalereader

"The fucked up thing is that I never thought we'd make it that far", they ashed their cigarette onto their now empty plate, "you get what I'm saying? The past 23 years have basically been a bonus round". There was no reply. "Are you listening to me? I was supposed to kick the bucket decades ago, and now what is this? 42?", they lit another cigarette. "How many fuckin times did I tell you to stop ashing on the plates?", he took the plate and put it in the sink behind him. "Wouldn't have to if they wouldn't have banned smoking inside bars, you shouldn't have gotten rid of the ashtrays". "Stop running your mouth or I'll throw you out". "You wouldn't dare", they were now ashing directly onto the counter. "You know what, we're going outside", he took their cigarette and put it out on the plate in the sink. "What's prompting you to take a walk, Sick Boy?". "Stop calling me that". "Never". "Put on a coat". "You're not my boss". "Still three years older", Sick Boy took his own coat and their coat off the clothing hanger. Outside they reached into his coat and pulled out the box of cigarettes. "What the fuck, will you ever stop doing this?",he didn't make an effort to get back his belongings. "Left mine on the counter", they lit another cigarette before stuffing the pack and lighter back into his pocket.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing", they didn't even enter the room. "Cocaine", he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "In grandma's bathroom?", they stepped inside. "Where else? Don't talk as if you never did this", he proceeded to snort. "I actually never did", they searched their pockets for a pack of tictacs and finally found it. "Those are orange flavour", he noted, "anyways, what do you want?". "We're leaving in a few". "Tell them I'll be there any second", he cleaned up the evidence. "You can tell them I'll be there any second, I need this bathroom".

"Did he say anything to you?", he dug into the pocket of their coat this time to fish out another package of tictacs. "You think I'd talk to Begbie if I saw him?". "Fair point, doesn't answer my question though". "I don't even think he'd recognize me anymore".

"What I'm saying is why would you prefer something like Goldfinger if we have Timothy Dalton playing Bond. He's clearly the best", they continued cutting out a picture from the newspaper. "Sean Connery was the first one to play Bond. His films are the classics", Sick Boy took a sip of whiskey. "And I'm not denying that, but Roger Moore is way funnier and Timothy Dalton is my personal favourite, which should already count more simply just because I love him", they put down the scissors. "So you're the movie expert now? Remember who you learned from". "Sick Boy, you didn't teach me shit. I saw all these films with my own two eyes", they picked the scissors back up. "I taught you everything you know, and put those scissors down", he stirred his drink. "Sure thing, where would I be without you, brother".

"You want to watch Spectre with me? We could make it to the late night screening", they were both smoking in the backyard. "You've seen it thrice already", he put out the cigarette in the ashtray, "and how many times do I have to tell you to use the ashtray, you're ashing this thing all over the place". "Cause you're hoarding the ashtray", they kept ashing onto the table, "Spectre is a masterpiece, we can watch it multiple times". "Only if you pay". "Deal", they went inside to get ready. After a few minutes they were ready to leave. "Is Timothy Dalton still your favourite Bond?", Sick Boy closed his jacket. "I love them all", they pulled a hat out of their pocket and put it on, "Timothy Dalton is still the best though". They walked on in silence.

"You want to get out of here?", they finished their fifth cup of orange juice. Sick boy just nodded. They got up in sync. "Say something, Sick Boy. They're starting to suspect something", they got out of their chair and tossed him his coat. He didn't reply. "We're going for a walk", and they both left the house. "They all didn't even know about her", Sick Boy still looked messed up. "I know about her", they lit a cigarette and passed it to their brother before lighting another one for themselves. "Will you tell them?". "Never", they took a long drag, "unless you want me to tell them".

"It has all come full circle now", they were sitting on a stone in the backyard. "What do you mean?", Sick Boy looked like he hadn't slept in days. "I mean Spud has never done anything wrong so it's only fair that he got to betray all of you". "Of course you'd side with him, hasn't changed in 20 years", he snatched their scarf and put it around his own neck. "I'm just saying this whole plan was bound to fail, you should've built this cultural exchange youth center thing for real, it would've been less trouble", they put their hands in their pockets, it was really getting cold. "Of course you'd say something like this. You should show a bit of compassion". "You want to stay at my place tonight?", they yawned. "We're in our 40s, I'm not going to have a sleepover with my sibling", he wouldn't admit that there kind of wasn't another option. "We could have a Bond marathon. Our future is bound to be trash anyway, so what does it matter now". "You had me at Bond marathon", and with that they both headed home.

#reader insert fanfiction #gender neutral reader #trainspotting #sick boy #simon williamson #t2 trainspotting

[onesunnyboi-blog]

nariko n all!! if it hasn't been asked yet laskdjflk

Okay! sorry it took me a while to answer, i really wanted to make sure I’d answered these questions properly and in detail! B) hope u like her, realm! 

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?she can sit and mark papers for hours on end - being a U.A teacher, she wants to hand back marks and feedback that’s been thought through for students so she’ll take her sweet time.

How easy is it for your character to laugh? if she doesn’t like you, she will never laugh. unless it’s sarcasm. but if she does class you as an acquaintance or friend then you can catch her giggling quite easily.  

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)she’ll read but generally she suffers from nightmares/night terrors due to her father’s quirk (he’s a villain and she’s like 8) piss of pls let me sleep)

How easy is it to earn their trust?okay. Nariko doesn’t trust until she has had countless pieces of evidence to prove that the other person isn’t a threat or a calling card from her father. there’s also the fact that she fears getting particularly close to anyone in fear that her father will find out and use them against her. so rather than face that outcome, she remains quite lonely. however, you can edge your way into her heart and once that trust is earnt you will have a very loyal and dedicated friend.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?she considers them to be immovable. you break the law and that’s your fault. you should have followed them.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?nostalgia is triggered when she’s warm in her bed and there’s the gentle tapping of rain at her window - it reminds her of her mother’s wonderful quirk and her own and the times she spent as a child figuring it out with her. however, the nostalgia is accompanied by a hurt that will never cease.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?her mother would always tell her to stop doubting herself - “you have a brilliant mind, Nariko, you must use your head to guide your actions”. she’s brilliant at tactics!

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?no

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?“I’m alright!” she still tells it to this day. it doesn’t haunt them necessarily but she feels bad for not being upfront to her friends. but then again. she’s kept a lot of her past to herself and they don’t need to be burdened.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?nariko is very good at pretending she understands something, and once she’s away from the person explaining she’ll kind of go 8) uh oh i’m screwed then research the hell out of whatever she didn’t understand.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?crimson! or silver

What animal do they fear most?horses. they’re enigmatic. you can never tell what they’re thinking. and they have spindly legs.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?nariko can be either very meticulous with her words, choosing the right ones to strike certain emotions from her audience OR she can just be spontaneous. it all depends on her emotions at the time. when calm, she chooses words wisely. when irritated by someone (AHEM ENDEAVOUR THE PENIS-) she chooses words she hope can cut deep.

emotional/passionate/angry? there’s less of a filter and her true thoughts will certainly surface.

What makes their stomach turn?her father.

Are they easily embarrassed?not really, though it depends on what it is a person does.

What embarrasses them?when All Might starts being all affectionate towards her in front of people. they’re really close friends and he knows things about her no one else does and although she asked him to NOT let anyone know they were super close because of the DICKHEAD DAD SITCH he can’t help but be silly around her. she goes bright red lmao. 

What is their favorite number?seven

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?Okay. Nariko wouldn’t really feel like explaining it at all, but if she really had to then it would maybe go something like this: Romantic love is feeling like you are one half of a whole thing, and feel incomplete until you finally meet that one person who completes the whole with you. Platonic love is wishing to see your friends happy, but not wanting to be the sole cause - you’d protect their values etc, but the difference from romantic is that they’re only a little bit of fulfils your life. Familial love is something that is deep rooted, unbreakable and ever-present… but its earnt. Familial love is feeling like you always have a home with that person, to always be able to return to them in seek of comfort and warmth. Familial love is returned in such a way that makes you feel like even if the whole world was against you, that love would last through it and be a guiding light.

Why do they get up in the morning?To teach the next generation of heroes to be the best they can be - and also to be tactically knowledgeable. 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? She becomes distant because she knows such feelings shouldn’t be harboured - especially if they’re towards something/someone that she’s fond of. If the jealousy is towards someone she has no trouble being feisty towards then jealousy may show in a more sarcastic/bitter way.

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? She simmers until she can’t quite keep the feeling bottled up inside, then she’ll probably say something simply so she doesn’t mess things up because of how she feels. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? Tbh, I don’t think she’s ever really thought about it - her life and the path it has taken her down wasn’t so easily accommodating to teen-talk, so she never really had any friends that she could talk about it with. She hasn’t had the ‘chat’ with her Godmother simply because there’s never been an opportune moments between keeping her hidden from her father and training to become a hero etc etc. so i feel that Nariko hasn’t had the opportunity to talk about it, but had she, i doubt it would have been an open conversation.

What are their thoughts on marriage? It has to be for love. She wasn’t fond of the idea of ‘quirk marriages’ because who would subject themselves to a loveless marriage simply to get ‘good children’? Ahem, she pointedly looks at a shitty-flame-beard.

What is their preferred mode of transportation?Motorbike tbh 

What causes them to feel dread?Ummm, her father, anything to do with him. Over the course of her working at U.A there have been many things that have occurred which imply her father is on the move. Not being able to read his movements and predict his next move keeps her on edge.

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?Unpleasant truth. No point in lying. Although she can be somewhat hypocritical - she would tell a lie to not hurt another, if she deemed the truth to much to bear.

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?Usually, sometimes she hasn’t but Nariko doesn’t talk about it. 

Who are they the most glad to have met? Okay there’s three people they’re glad to have met: Toshinori, Her Godmother Rinka and Bakugo. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?Not really, usually she’s very quiet and not the conversation starter. 

Could they be considered lazy? Not at all. Nariko is a hard worker and does copious amounts of work to teach students and plan fulfilling lessons.

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?Oh gosh, very hard. She didn’t manage to save a child once and she suffered from the guilt eating away at her that she basically ‘retired’ from hero work. She became a full time teacher of tactical theory so she could avoid being out in the field. She does miss being a pro-hero though. 

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? She will sit very quietly and listen intently, a gentle smile on her features as she listens to them rambling on about their likes. She doesn’t get overly excited but she is supportive. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? Ha ha ha. Nariko is terrified of finding love and she’s far too afraid and oblivious to notice it dancing around screaming in front of her. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? She carries a notepad everywhere with her to write things down.

What memory do they revisit the most often?The night her mother passed away. More so in nightmarish dreams whilst asleep.

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? Oh god, she can’t… ignore them one bit. Someone is wrong and she’ll call them out for their problematic ways. I’m sure she’s had a word with Aizawa every now and again about the way he teaches sometimes… I’m not saying she’s right to do so but?? It’s Nariko and she’s quite the advocate. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?Quite. She can let them pull her down to the point where she thinks she’s useless because of them. 

How do they feel about children?She wants one, but only when she has defeated her father and put him away for good - she wouldn’t want them to live a life like she has.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? Badly, because her father needs to taste justice and she will not rest until he has paid for what he has done, not only to her but to her mother, Rinka and the innocent people affected by his villainous antics.If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? “I like both boys and girls, what more is there to explain?” QUESTIONS FOR CREATORSA) Why are you excited about this character?Because she’s not perfect. There’s a lot that has happened to her and she tries to hide all her secrets behind a cold mask. But that’s only scratching the surface of her character. I’m excited because ive tried to make her as in depth as i can to make her more realistic. Dunno if ive achieved that yet, but im happy to work towards that.B) What inspired you to create them?

To be honest, I can’t pinpoint exactly what inspired me, but i was watching bnha and thought ‘i wanna see if i could make a hero that good’ and then i wanted to see where i could fit her in that universeC) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? A little, i struggled with what her past was, what her present and future would be. Once figured, though, it was quite easy to sort everything else around her.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? I have edited her a few times, but thats been how she’d present herself etc - plus i liked to draw her differently and see how she looked. E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? I feel like i’d get along with her, yeah, cause once you get to know her she can be really caring. I think she would see me like she sees her students: someone she needs to protect whilst not appearing as though she’s really invested in them. F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?I feel a lot of love towards her and how she is, as well as being extremely proud. G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

I think her somewhat cold demeanour towards people on first meetings and thereafter if she doesn’t feel close to them. It’s just a front to keep people at a distance because of her situation, but i feel like she could go about dealing with things differently. She doesnt have to face her father alone, having many friends and heroes behind you would be so much better.H) What trait do you admire most?I admire her resilience.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?yes.J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

No, when it’s a pre-existing universe I try really hard not to be drastic in changing things, or I’ll not change them at all. Everything pretty much stays the same, with just some added details if i would want her a part of canon. I try not to make the story deviate from it’s original path, because it’s not my story - usually i let the events in the canon affect my oc.

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thanks for the ask @realmzenith hope u had fun reading this! 

if there’s anything else anyone wants to know about her let me know!

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