#he can throw himself into the sun i'll cheer

[sweetsbfreex]

𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)

pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader

warning: none just fluff!

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Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except  for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble. 

Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.

“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice. 

“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.

 “Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”

“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.” 

You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone. 

-

It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office. 

You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls. 

“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father. 

Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold. 

And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his. 

Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps  around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.  

Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it. 

When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod. 

“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out

“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”

“Where are you headed anyway?”

“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly” 

Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep. 

“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”

You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well. 

“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss. 

“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks. 

As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”

“No” she responds.

“Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”

“It’s okay” she lisps. 

-

Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk. 

With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.

“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back. 

“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down. 

“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?” 

“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick. 

“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter. 

“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model. 

Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine. 

He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh. 

“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist. 

“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her. 

He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat. 

Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely. 

“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”

“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen. 

“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out. 

“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands. 

“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands. 

“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?” 

She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through. 

“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”

“Yea? What do you want to do?”

“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father. 

-

Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.

“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down. 

“Tiger”

She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure. 

There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late. 

“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste. 

“Bad word, daddy!”

“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator. 

-

“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip. 

Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air. 

“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”

‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say. 

“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror. 

Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek. 

“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do. 

“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly. 

The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…

“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester. 

Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!” 

Steve chuckles at her cuteness. 

Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them. 

A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.

He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear. 

It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time. 

In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime. 

He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck. 

He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off. 

“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings! 

-

“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes. 

He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand. 

“Does a PB and J sound alright?”

“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach. 

The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter. 

Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.

He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do. 

As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest. 

Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him. 

Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch. 

“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead. 

“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek. 

Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him. 

-

It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise. 

You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing. 

As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together. 

His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married. 

They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload. 

You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm. 

He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles. 

“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before. 

“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?” 

His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.

“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”

He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will. 

“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy  tie.”

“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom. 

He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom. 

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[cybertroniannugget]

Balancing on the ice❄️

I'm here for you pt.2 (Fluff ending because pt.1 was kinda dark and this is CHRISTMAS TIME)

Dec 13

After the not so great encounter earlier, Optimus takes it upon himself to cheer you up.

The sound of your phone ringing catches your attention and as you lift it up you see, that it's Optimus calling you.

Pulse rising you pick up with the usual 'hello' as a greeting.

"My sincerest apologies for contacting you this late but would you mind walking over to the main hangar?"

"Eh, sure no problem. Why though?"

Fidgeting with a pen you listen to his answer.

"After today I wish to drive somewhere with you."

"Just you an I?", you ask, letting the pen fall onto the floor.

"As long as the idea does not arise negative feelings in you."

You nod, realizing he couldn't see you.

"Of course!", you answer a little too excited.

"I'll be there in a minute."

"I will meet you there then."

He hangs up the call and you could hear your fast pulse in your ears.

Quickly getting into your winter clothing, you walk outside to where the Prime was already waiting in his truck form.

The driver's door opens, inviting you to get in.

Carefully you do so, unsure whether to close the door yourself.

It closes on it's own, the warmth of the cabin welcoming you.

"It will be a 20 minute drive. If you wish to remove your winter coat you can place it next to you onto the passenger's seat.", Optimus's voice echoes over the radio.

You remove your coat, keeping it in your kap though.

"Now please fasten the seatbelt.", he says and you do as you're told.

The engine starts with a loud rumble, the vehicle setting in motion, leaving the base.

The first few minutes of the drive are silent.

Desperate to break the silence you speak up.

"If I may ask, where are we going exactly?"

"I wish to keep it a surprise."

You nod, again realizing that he CANNOT SEE YOU.

"That's fine."

Another moment of silence before he turns to speak.

"How are you feeling?"

"After what happened today?"

The Prime hums.

"Pretty awful to be honest. It was scary. But you saved me. I wanna thank you for that."

"I deemed it necessary to take action."

You chuckle. "Never thought I'd see you hit someone square in the face like that."

"I deemed it necessary.", he repeats.

"If negotiation cannot get me far..."

"You'll throw hands.", you finish his sentence after noticing he couldn't find the words to do so himself.

Ten minutes later he stops and you get into your wanr coat again.

The door opens and you get out, careful not to slip.

Before you stretched an entirely frozen lake. Tge light of the setting sun colored the ice in purple and orange. Mesmerized by the sight you don't notice the shifting behind you. Only when Optimus stands beside you in his mass displaced form you connect the dots.

He was still a head taller than you in this form.

"Now, what's your plan, Prime?", you ask, hands on your hips.

"Teaching you in how to keep your balance on the ice."

Eyes widening you look up at him.

"Wh-now?! Why?"

"Because you deserve to enjoy yourself, which you were not able to do today. I am here to change that if you allow me to."

He extends his servo, which you grab hesitantly.

He nods, slowly guiding you down onto the ice

"I don't think this is a good idea.", you mumble doubting the whole situation.

"I am here with you. Holding no ill intentions."

"I know.", you respond, holding onto his arms for dear life.

"Let's do this then.", you try to convince yourself that this not end in a total desaster.

After a few initial rounds of tumbling and falling once, you got quite the hang of it.

Certainly you couldn't move across the ice as gracefully as Prime, but it could be worse.

"You are improving."

"Because you are patient with me Optimus.", you admit.

"Pressuring you would not prove to be of advantage. I let you take all the time you need and be patient."

Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for what you were saying next.

"And that's why I love you Optimus.", you blurt out.

"There I said it."

His eyes widen for a mere moment, before his gaze relaxes, looking at you with nothing but love.

"Wait, don't tell me you feel the same?!"

"How could I not feel love for you? From the few people on earth accepting us, you are the most welcoming. Every aspect of you is something I admire greatly, and I wish to learn more about who you are."

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[kaycode1999]

Monkey King x Reader PT. 7.

@bowbeforeyourphrogness @mimimroawwww

A month later Y/N is still living in the town working in one of the shops, but Wukong had remained in a depressive state. Sandy, Pigsy, and Sangzang could see how heartbroken and angry with himself he was. He hadn't been himself ever since they'd left Y/N in the town, and as much as they all tried to cheer him up it didn't seem to do much.

Just after the sun has set, Y/N is closing the shop she/he/they now work at straightening things up when she/he/they hear the door open and close. “ I'm sorry, but we're clos-” Y/N starts as she/he/they are rounding the corner and freeze when she/he/they all but run straight into a demon. Said demon is one of the more human-looking demons she/he/they had seen, it had normal skin though there were light red streaks that went all around its body, longer claw-like nails, and red glowing eyes.

Once the surprise wears off Y/N starts backing away looking toward the area she/he/they had placed her/his/their demon-killing sword. “ Now now.” The Demon says with a devious smirk “ There's no need to feel threatened. I'm not here to hurt you.”, Y/N narrows her/his/their eyes grabbing the nearest object and getting into a position readying to throw it.

“ I've never met a demon who wasn't out to hurt people, so forgive me if I don't exactly trust you” Y/N warns, “ Your friends are actually the reason I'm here.” the demon starts “ Well, one of your friends specifically.”. Y/N grips the object tighter glaring at the demon further. “ What are you talking about?” Y/N demands.

“ Monkey King.” The demon says “ I heard through a few different sources that you were very close, but recently had a falling out. How sad.”, he gives a sarcastic/mocking sad look. “ What does that have to do with anything?” Y/N questions, “ A few, shall we say- friends, and I are planning to take him out. I thought I’d offer to let you in on it given what went down with you two. I mean, surely after how he treated you - you’d want to get revenge, right?”

“ I’m not stupid.” Y/N scoffs “ You're using that as an excuse, I know you're really after the monk. You want to take Wukong out because he's Sangzang’s strongest defense, and once he's out of the way you'll go after the monk.”, “ No matter what happened between Wukong and I. I won't let you hurt Sangzang or Pigsy and Sandy” Y/N warns. The demon chuckles waving her/him/them off, “ Well- If you're that concerned…. What if I vow not to harm the monk or your other friends?” he offers “ I'll make a sacred pact with you, that way I won't be able to betray you.”

“ That's all well and good to say, but Wukong is immortal. How exactly do you think you'll be able to kill someone who is literally unkillable?”Y/N asks. “ We have a solution for that already.” the demon says taking out a small vile “ This is the only known substance that can take away full immortality. The concoction can only be activated by being consumed by someone who's immortal, and once it's activated it will send us a signal”, he hands the vile to Y/N. “ You give this to the Monkey King, and We'll take care of the rest.” he says.

“ Why would you trust me with this?” Y/N asks “ I mean how do you know I won't betray you?”, “ Well, you're in a unique position. You're someone he trusts, you can get close to him without raising his suspicions. And this is an opportunity for you to get back at him, make him pay for what he did to you” the demon explains. Y/N hesitates for several moments before speaking up, “ The only one who will get hurt is Wukong?” Y/N questions quietly. “ I swear, I will only kill Wukong.” The demon says holding out an open hand “ Do we have a deal?”, Y/N hesitates for another few moments before slowly shaking the demon's hand. “ Ok, I'll help you.” Y/N says.

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[asha-mage]

Cauthor. Weapon.

[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]

Mat sat on the tower's edge, the quarterstaff balanced across his knees. Below him, far below, across the streets of Falme people still seemed to seeth in a great mass, gathered in the great square before the tower, cheering for the Dragon, for salvation, for prophecy fulfilled. For now.

Today they cheered. Tomorrow they might become a mob to tear down the tower and all inside of it. For fear, for hate, for the desire to not see the same prophecies they exalted today, fulfilled on the morrow. Absently, Mat let his hand slip along the quarterstaff touch the blade of where had lashed the Shadar Logoth dagger to the end, but he managed to stop his hand short of touching it. Something would have be done about the dagger, and the Horn. "Is it hard?" A voice came from behind Mat, and he half turned to look up at Rand. It was hard to see him, with the sun silhouetted behind his head, seeming to give him a crown of pure radiance. It made Mat's mouth dry, for just an instant, before Rand lowered himself to sit beside Mat. But instead of following Mat's gaze down to Falme, Rand was staring at the dagger, his lips thin. "Is it hard?" Rand asked again. "To have it so close but...." He spread his hands.

Mat shrugged. "Yes." He admitted. HE could be honest that far- with Rand at least. "But not as hard as it was."

Rand tilted his head to one side in question. "Why? Because you can still use it like this?"

Mat shook his head. "Maybe. Or maybe I've just gotten used to it. IT doesn't really matter." Rand looked doubtful but Mat let the subject lay. He couldn't put it into words that Rand would understand, and if he tried he would only spark guilt and frustration. Mat had to work to keep his eyes from going to Rand's side, where the dagger had pierced his skin, creating a twisted gnarled wound that not even Moiraine's healing could affect.

Mat knew, deep down, he would never be tempted by the dagger again now. Not after what it had done to Rand. Something in Mat had twisted apart, hardened against the dagger's call, the moment it had pierced Rand's flesh. The moment it had hurt the person Mat cared most about in this world. Mat didn't know if he would throw the dagger into the ocean, or send it off to the White Tower, or simply try melting it down for scrap. But he would never use it, never touch it. Not now. He couldn't, anymore then he could sprout wings and fly. Something in his nature rejected the idea.

He would find something else, something better, and that weapon, he would use to protect, rather then destroy- his own life, and Rand's, and the people they cared for.

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[sitizelter]

🩵Sky Full of Stars🩵

Loscar ♡ Pt.4

Pt. 4 finally here!! Sorry it took so long, but now that the season's over I can take more time to write 😭😭

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The ringing of the church bells echo the streets of Melbourne, meaning it had just turned 6pm. Oscar finally comes back home after closing up the workshop, he pops a sliced apple in his mouth before trudging back to his room.

With a grunt, he throws his bag on the floor and falls onto his bed. The sunlight peers through the crack of his window, golden hour had come. He rolled over onto his back, dialling in Logan's number to videocall him.

A content sigh escapes from Logan as drowsy eyes blink open to flashing numbers signifying an incoming call. Squinting against the morning light streaming in, Oscar's cheerful face fills the display stirring a sleepy smile to his face.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite delinquent." Logan chuckles softly still finding his voice, rubbing the remnants of dreams from stubbled cheek.

Taking him in leisurely sprawled across rumpled sheets, Logan notes the weary lines etched onto Oscar's face.

"You look exhausted, mate. Everything all sorted at the shop?" Logan inquires gently, seeing as ever through his brave mask to the weariness beneath.

"Some... 'fans' found out I helped my dad out here. Started clobbering all over the place, got me here feeling buggered out." Oscar murmured out with a heavy sigh.

Brows furrow in concern as Oscar's admission washes over the american through the speaker. Fans can be notorious, bringing praise one moment and chaos the next without care.

Oscar swore under his breath as he massaged his temples, "Sorry Loges, y'know how I am."

"Don't you dare apologize, mate." The other says gently yet firmly, shaking his head. "I understand the pressure better than most. You've nothing to explain to me."

Holding his exhausted gaze, Logan let steadfast care shine through his own. "You did well to make it home in one piece, yeah? Try and get some rest now - I mean it, Osc. No tinkering or plotlines tonight."

A soft chuckle escapes as the american thinks to distract. "Maybe put your feet up, watch some Netflix. I can gripe at you for missed calls in the morning when you've got your spark back."

"No, wait Logan-" Oscar suddenly shoots out. He clears his throat, regaining his composure.

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"Stay on call with me. Your... voice helps to clear my mind." The aussie explains. He adjusts himself on the pillows, getting comfortable.

Logan blinks in mild surprise at Oscar's outburst, unusual to such candid vulnerability from him, before melting into an easy smile. Oscar's request sends warmth spreading through his chest where stress and uncertainty once gnawed.

"Alright then, mate. You've got me." Shifting to mirror his snug position, Logan gets cozy against piled pillows and watches the other expectantly through the screen.

"Well now what do you want - me serenading you to sleep like a lullaby?" Logan teases gently to lighten the atmosphere, hiding his own concern for him. "I haven't got the pipes for it I'm afraid. But I'll talk your ear off as long as you need, Osc. That I can manage."

"Just relax and rest now, yeah? I've got you."

Oscar sighs in content, glad that the other could understand how he's feeling then. "What did you dream about last night?" The aussie asks, his voice is soft.

Logan ponders Oscar's question thoughtfully as he tries to remember what he had dreamt of the previous night. A faint smile plays at his lips, fondness evident in lowered tones.

"Actually, there was one that's stuck with me. We were back in the park near your dad's shop, remember - the one with that huge gum tree we used to climb?"

Chuckling softly at the image, Logan nestles deeper into feathery pillows and lets nostalgia's soothing warmth embrace his tired bones.

"We must've been... what- 15? 16? Sun was just starting to set, painting everything orange and rose. And we were laying in the grass, talking for hours like we used to..."

His gaze softens as it meets Oscar's through the screen. Quiet falls between, filled instead by memory's gentle refrain. For what need have words, when hearts have known each other so long?

"I'm glad it was that one," Logan whispers finally, hoping Oscar hears all he had left unsaid too.

"I'm glad you dreamt of that one too," Oscar breathes out.

"Sorry that our calls have been quite... short lately. Ugh, it doesn't feel the same, I miss us. When are you visiting again?" Oscar turns his head to look at Logan in the screen. His eyelids were half-lidded, with barely visible eyebags underneath them.

A pang of longing lances the american's chest at Oscar's weariness shining plain. He wishes nothing more than to reach through the call and gather Oscar into arms, let his head find rest upon his shoulder as days go by.

Stroking fingers tap a thoughtful rhythm upon blanketed thigh as schedule runs through his overtired mind. "Not sure offhand on exact dates... few weeks maybe?" He ventures tentatively, hating the uncertainty.

Their gaze holds tenderly through slowing blinks. "Tell you what though - why don't I shuffle things around and come next weekend instead, if you'll have me? Barge in, cook us dinner, we can put on a show and just relax, yeah?" A soft smile plays on his face, hoping the offer of sooner solace may lift spirits, if only briefly.

Oscar's eyes shined for a moment. "Yeah. Of course, next weekend would be great."

"I'll make sure to tell mom that you're staying over. Hopefully she'll make her Shepherd's pie that you love so much." Oscar teases, his playfulness making an reappearance from underneath his tired outlook. A genuine grin brightens Logan's face.

"God, I can taste it already." Logan sighs wistfully, relishing memory of flavors mingling on the tongue. "Your mum's Shepherd's pie is honestly the cure for everything bad. And her company, of course!"

Warmth blooms anew in Logan's chest at thought of familiar embraces, gentle smiles and care that emanates from the walls of Oscar's childhood home.

"Get some rest soon, mate. I'll sort the travel details tomorrow."

Oscar nods, "Mhm, G'night." He mutters out. He looks at the other through the screen again, with Logan's face being brightened up by the morning sun.

A faint smile plays once more on Logan's cheeks as fond gaze lingers warmly upon Oscar. His cares are the american's own; if that alone can offer even moment's solace, all the journeys of world are worth the walking.

"Now get some rest, darling. I'll see you soon." Logan whispers before he ends the call, with his heart so very full.

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Once the call ends, it only leaves Oscar alone with his thoughts. His eyes are wide open, with his ears ringing and repeating those last few words spoken by the american.

"Darling. Did he really call me 'darling'?"

Oscar felt blush fill in his cheeks. He rolls over and buries his reddened face into his pillow. He felt like a 8th grader that had just fallen in love again, kicking his feet while blushing like crazy.

The aussie takes a minute to calm down. Logan might've only been teasing him. But what if he wasn't? What if he really meant it?

A shy grin appears on his face. He swears he isn't being delusional, more like... optimistic.

"Darling." Oscar whispers, with his heart fluttering.

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#OKAYY 4TH PART OUT #oscar at the last part is literally me #ALSO streets are saying that logans contract announcement is coming on tues? #god i rlly hope so #james bowel has to stop playing with my feelings #f1 #f1blr #logan sargeant #ls2 #oscar piastri #op81 #loscar #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #🩵🧡

[ghostlycoze]

Hello. What do you think about Sohone from Guardian of the Moon?

Woah, didn't think people were very interested in Mune, but I'll take any excuse to ramble about this silly comfort movie!

Sohone's an interesting character; as a kid I used to hate him because he was written in a way that was kind of meant to be unlikeable at first. Egotistical from the get-go and quite objectifying to Glim, and also pretty against the night people (and sort of the dawn/dusk folk too). He wanted to be the guardian of the sun not purely to maintain the balance, but to impress women, stroke his ego, and throw a harpoon... Yeah, recipe for a not-cool-guy. I held a good grudge as a kid, even after he has a lot of character growth and such, I still thought he was a prick lol. But I took these asks as an excuse to rewatch the movie and I honestly like his character a lot more now that I can properly analyse him.

He almost has a corruption arc and loses himself to that spite, but once he snaps out of it (thanks for the sacrifice, Phospho), he has a lot of development during the final battle and the following scenes with Glim's not-death. One of the last lines where he says "You really are the most powerful guardian of all time." to Mune is the most notable moment, instead of trying to take all the credit or at least keep them on equal footing for his pride. It's nice to see, and I noticed a smaller detail during the scene where he rechains the sun to the temple; or rather, a lack of a detail. Up until then, every time he did something remarkable (outside of the underworld), it would cut to his fans cheering for him, another chance or Sohone to brag. But in that scene it instead cuts to the wider world being bathed in sunlight, like his objectives have changed to actually restoring balance rather than just gaining attention. I dunno, that's how I read it anyways! He's a simple character, as you'd expect from a kids movie. He fits the trope of "egotistical brawn", but I still like the changes he has throughout the story.

I've rambled way too much but still, even if he isn't a favourite character of mine or anything, I appreciate the character arc he gets and the role he plays in the story.

Also bonus points for his funky design; he kinda looks like a planet, and the cat-like nose and... Hair? Fur? It's a cool look, especially during the corruption scene.

Thanks for the excuse to talk about this cute lil movie! I'm curious to what others think about this movie, the characters, the story, all of it. Feel free to send more asks or reblog/comment your own thoughts :D

#ghost rambles #ask reply #Mune #mune guardian of the moon #Sohone

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Why do you make me feel this way? - Chapter 11: Abide

"So, what's next for us?" Astarion smiled. "The world's our oyster, and she has many pearls we can choose from. I honestly don't mind what we do, once we get - ow! What the –"

The vampire spawn flinched with a yelp. His skin hurt, prickling like red ants, like he'd burned himself on a fire. Astarion stared at his hands and realised in utter terror that he was starting to burn in the sunlight. His first instinct was to run and duck. But he wasn't the only one who realised his dire situation. Tav ripped her cloak off to throw it over Astarion's head while Shadowheart cast darkness above them. Gale called upon the Weave and portalled them right back to their room in the Elfsong Tavern. Astarion squatted in the corner furthest away from the window. He was shaking with adrenaline, fear, and anger. Gale closed the curtains, while Shadowheart and Halsin joined forces to heal the vampire spawn's scorched flesh.

"Why? Why am I damned to hide in the shadows again? I should have ascended!"

Astarion clenched his fist, curled into a ball, and started to weep. He hated it; feeling helpless and powerless again. Tav hugged him.

"Even though the sun burns you again, it's not the same as before," she told him, "because this time, you aren't alone and not under Cazador's thumb."

Astarion lifted his head to look at her, tears blurring his vision. Tav stroke his hair, held him close, and comforted: "This time, we join you in the shadows."

She started humming that soothing melody again and Astarion let himself be lulled by it.

Tav was right; he wasn't alone anymore. Astarion remembered his conversation with her on the rooftop when she'd pleaded him to stay with her. The bard wouldn't leave him and he wouldn't leave her. With a sigh, Astarion relaxed his tense muscles and leaned against Tav's broad shoulder who kept humming to him and kissed his cheek. Gale, Halsin and Shadowheart joined them on the floor with pillows, making themselves comfortable.

"There's something alluring about resting during the day," the archdruid mused, looking up at the grained wooden ceiling. "It's as time slows down for you while the rest of the world keeps running."

"Poetic," Gale remarked. "Back in Waterdeep, I liked to spent the mornings watching the ships leave the harbour. It's truly a majestic feeling to have the privilege to rest while others must go on with their day."

"I don't remember much of my past," Shadowheart chimed in, "but I remember how much I liked getting lost in a good book. Time stood still for me, but when I looked up from my reading, hours had passed without me noticing."

"It sounds very tempting and nice in theory, but I'll never be able to walk in the sun again," Astarion muttered.

"Then, let's walk in the moonlight instead," Tav replied, encouragingly stroking his hand. "I tend to get a sunburn anyway."

Astarion snickered.

"Thanks for cheering me up, darlings. You make me feel much better."

"Good," said Tav.

The merry bunch of weirdos stayed in their spacious room, napping the day away. Turns out, both Tav and Halsin made wonderful pillows. Astarion snuggled against Tav's shoulder, listening to the noise outside their room, and smirked when Gale began to snore.

Perhaps, life in the shadows wasn't as dreary as he feared after all.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion #astarion ancunin #halsin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #tav #the ending we deserve #we were robbed so I fixed it myself

[yanderelovlies]

There were loud cheers as most of the gang with their gear on hand ran onto the beach, hoping to find the perfect spot. Jack was behind the group carrying the more heavy object, a big smile on his face. He was glad Jane had suggested this little trip it had been a while since the Sunnytime Crew got to hang out like this.

When he got to the spot Cloudybelle picked out, Dan quickly came to Jack's side, helping him set things down. "Thanks, Dan!" Jack let out a happy sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Jane was the next to run over as she started digging through the bags, pulling out two swimsuits. "Come on, Belle! We gotta get some chaning rooms before the other girls here hog them all!" Before she could respond, Jane grabbed Cloudybelle's wrist, dragging her to the changing rooms.

Rory and Dan were not far behind them, making their way to the men's side of the chaning rooms. Jack shook his head, smiling before plopping himself on a towel. He watched the waves coming and going with the sounds of the ocean and faint chatter around him. It was nice to finally relax after the end of the week.

As his eyes wandered to the area around him, he noticed a lone silhouette sitting on one of the large rocks at the corner of the beach. He tilted his head and squinted a bit, hoping to get a better look. Right when he went through, he got a better look he felt air rush past him as Jane ran towards the water. "The last one in is a rotten egg!"

Jack could hear Rory scoff but still run past him with Dan not too far behind them laughing. Jack tried to see if he could spot the figure again, but no long after, he felt a hand on his shoulder before Cloudybelle walked in front of him. "Go ahead and get change, Jack. I'll stay and watch our things."

With a forced smile, he nodded, standing up. He tried to see if he could find the figure again, but when he saw nothing, he made his way to the changing room.

.

As the day progressed, the more tired Jack had became. So, with a satisfied sigh, Jack made his way out of the water and onto the sandy beach. As he began making his way back to where they sat in the corner of his eye, he spotted the same figure once again sitting in the same place as before.

Now that he was closer than before, he could see the figure better. they were facing the beach clearly people watching. He took a step closer, noticing that they were wearing something, keeping their legs together, and sparkled beautifully in the sun.

Were you one of the people who swim with a fake mermaid tail? or better yet, performed at one of those pirate themed restaurants? So, lost in thought, he didn't realize he got close enough to where they noticed him.

They hesitated before finally going into the water and out of sight. Jack sighed in disappointment before shrugging and making his way back to where they sat again.

.

You waited a bit longer before coming back to the surface. You looked around, trying to see if the man from before was still there. You spotted him further away, talking to the brown haired man from before.

You were sure he saw you, but he didn't seem alarmed like your family had told you. He didn't even try to throw a net at you! Maybe he could be a friend! was that even possible? you sure hoped so.

.

As the day came to an end, the beach became less crowded. Making it easier for Jack to see if he could see that mysterious person one more time. Luckily for they were still around. Sitting in the same position as when he first saw them.

He approached them again, his pace getting slower the closer he got. Once he felt he was in ear shot, he raised his hand and waved, "Hello there, friend!" He gave them his signature smile, trying to make himself seem as friendly as possible.

It seemed to work as they gave him a shy smile and wave. He could feel himself brighten up a bit about to come closer before stopping. "Can I come closer?! I would hate to keep yelling like this!"

They seemed surprised at first before nodding and motioning him closer. With a little more pep in his step, he comes closer till the water meets his knees. There was still a bit of space between the two of you, but he was glad he was now able to get a good look at them. They were even more stunning up closer.

"I'm Sunny Day Jack, but you can call me Jack."

"I-im Y/N." They were clearly nervous, unable to meet his eyes. It was kinda cute, honestly

.

Now that you were closer to the man from before, you could see why some of the moms whisper about him when they thought no one was listening.

"Where do you perform?"

You tilted your head at the question. That was an odd question and certainly not one you thought he would ask. You've never performed before you were a gatherer for things your people need. Which is how you ended up here on the rock. "I don't perform."

He seemed shocked at first before nodding. "So it's a hobby then. Do you have different tails or just the one?"

You looked down at your tail, clearly confused. Your tail was interchangeable. It's stayed the same day in and down out. "Just the one...?"

He nodded in understanding, yet you were still confused. It's almost as if "Do you not think me a real merfolk?"

He blinked once then twice at you. "...real?"

you nodded as your expression turned to one of worry.

.

Jack could feel his mind go blank at their statement. They are a...real merfolk? as in they are a mythical being?

He watched as they edged closer to the rock and closer to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded the blank look on his face. He blinked again, his brown eyes focusing on them again. "Are you really?"

They nodded back a unsure smile gracing their features. "Yes I was just gathering things when I got distracted."

"Is that why you kept disappearing and reappearing?"

They nodded as their smile turned shy and genuine. "Yes... the glass on your beach is valued... especially the different colored ones."

Before Jack could respond, he could hear Dan call out to him. When turned, all their things were packed and put away, and Dan stood alone, waving to him. "I guess it's time to go." he turns back to them."Will you be here again? I would love to be your friend."

They looked at him in aw as they beamed at him. "I would like that!"

.

.

It had been months since then, and there hadn't been a day that went by. Jack didn't come to see them. He enjoyed their company, and he always excited to hear the stories they shared. Eventually, without realizing it, he had fallen in love with you.

Unfortunately, your time together was coming to an end, and he knew it. With winter quickly approaching They needed to travel to warmer waters. So on the last day you had together, he wanted to make sure his feelings were known.

To show he was serious, so with the help of cloudybelle and his sister, he made a simple of beautiful necklace with some of the prettiest glass he could find. He remembered they told him that merfolk gave gifts when they wanted to court someone. What better gift than a handmade one?

With a final shaky breath, he made his way, your normal meeting spot gift in his pocket.

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You nervously clutched the clam holding your gift. You knew you had to leave soon, but you couldn't leave without telling him. Even if he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. You needed to tell him.

As soon as you let out a shacky sigh, you heard the familiar footsteps of the man in question coming closer.

"Hey sunshine! sorry it took so long. I got a little...side tracked." He got close to the shore before taking off his socks and shoes. "The gang gives their hellos." He chuckles as he rolls up his pants and walks further into the water.

You giggle watching him. "How is everyone?" As he begins to talk about what been going on back home, you fidget with the clam again. You wanted to pay attention to what he was saying, but the thought of what you were about to chews at the back of your mind.

"Is everything okay, sunshine? You seem out of it."

You jumped slightly, looking back at him. "Oh..umm..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Can...can you come closer?"

He looked at the distance between you two before rolling up his pants further. Once he did, he walked close enough for you to be able to reach out and touch him.

Silently, you opened the clam and held it out to him. You hoped he understood the meaning be hind the gift.

.

As They lifted the clam, showing him the bluest pearl he had ever seen. He knew exactly the meaning of the gift. Silently, he digged through his pocket, bringing the necklace out. "Seems like we had the same idea."

The two of you exchanged gifts shy smiles and blushes across your faces. "I know you leave today, but I wanted you to know how I feel... and I will always wait for you."

They looked up from his gift, tears forming in the corner of their eyes. Before Jack could say anything, they launched themselves off the rock and into his arms.

He was quick to catch them and hold them in his arms. Despite it being the first time, it felt so right.

"I swear I'll come back, and we can start our life together."

"I can't wait, sunshine."

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #sunny day jack imagine #mermaid au

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 07. December - "handshake"

Kacchan: Omg you are such a looser gahahah Deku: Why? What did you get? Kacchan: *image attached* What is this even?  Deku: A smiley face? What else would it be? Kacchan: Pathetic Get over here asap I'll give you a handshake for the ugliest doodle of the century hahah Deku: No need to be mean..! (ಥ﹏ಥ) Kacchan: Being mean is my core strength. Deku: Do it better then. Kacchan: Huh? Deku: Draw a better smiley face. And then we ask the class who can do it better - And then the winner shakes the loser's hand.  Kacchan: Bet, LOSER

Izuku strolled into the classroom and his eyes immediately fell on Katsuki, who was sitting at his desk, hunched over, the tip of his tongue in the corner of his mouth, scribbling furiously. Trying not to draw attention to himself, Izuku sneaked over to his own desk, put his backpack on his chair and stopped himself from risking a glance to the front. Next to enter the room was Eijirou, sleepy and cheerful, giving everyone his typical pat on the back, throwing his bag on his desk and sauntering over to Kacchan. "Morning, bro. Don't tell me you didn't finish your homework?" "Shut up," was the simple reply, and Kirishima interrupted his hearty yawn to stare at him in surprise. Meanwhile, Izuku loaded his desk with books and his pencil case. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" Kacchan continued to scribble for a moment and then lifted his paper so that Kirishima could have a look at it. From his perspective, Izuku couldn't see the result yet, but he could clearly see Kirishima's face scrunching up in an effort not to snort. "That's…" he looked at Izuku of all people for help, but he was no help at all, "... lovely. Is it a flower?" The sheet was torn from Katsuki's grasp and Denki held it up to the light. "I think it's a sun." Hanta stepped up beside him and looked up at the paper, then down at Kacchan, who slumped back into his chair. "It's an angry smiley face," he explained matter-of-factly. Denki lowered the paper with wide eyes and exchanged a doubtful look with Sero. "Obviously," he nodded and gave Katsuki a thumbs up, the corners of his mouth quivering with suppressed laughter. "Better than this, right?" Izuku recognized the small note, or what was left of it. Kacchan had apparently cut off the part with the writing and slid the small rest with the microsmile across his table. His three friends leaned over the tiny piece and seemed even more confused by it than by the fact that Katsuki was drawing sun-like smiley faces. "Dude, what the hell?" Denki laughed and tried to grab the little green snippet, but Kacchan had carelessly blown it off the table. "Defeated, Deku," he announced with the confidence of a professional and turned to Izuku with an outstretched hand. Izuku raised his eyebrows curiously at the paper in Denki's hands before he shrugged, "I haven't seen yours yet." "You don't have to," Kacchan gestured to his friends with a nod of his head, "they've already decided." And suddenly, he snatched Izuku's right hand, which had been lying innocently on the table next to his pencil case, and shook it violently. "Always a pleasure to compete against you, loser." "But-" Well, his objection was lost in a small explosion and a surprised cry as Kacchan, without a care in the world, set fire to the paper still in Denki's fingers.

#chwhwn #mha #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #deku #chat fic #bkdk #bkdkchat #bakudeku #fluff #fanfiction #fanfiction ideas

[spacerangersam]

I've been thinking about patjulian for a while now and I was wondering if I could have some hcs? I don't mind them being for certain aus or just in general at this point I'll take any

you absolutely can, I'm more than happy to talk about them

bi4bi couple, truly

They’re very much ‘I could fix him’ vs’Ii can make him worse’ couple and they’re both right

Pat encourages Julian to be a bit more thoughtful, a bit kinder, while Julian cheers Pat on to be more snarky and stand up for himself more

Though Pat would hate to admit it, he kinds of likes how he’s allowed to be a bit mean, a bit angry, a bit bitter around Julian without having to worry about upsetting anyone

If he says something rude, Julian’s just going to laugh and it’s kind of refreshing, having someone he doesn’t have to be happy around 24/7

Julian likes it too, getting to see a side of him that most others don’t 

They both have similar tastes in music and can enjoy a good jam session to a bit of ABBA. They would also both enjoy Mamma Mia and they would both cry at the end, even if Julian would vehemently deny it 

(in a living au, Pat always has tissues on hand whenever they watch movies just for this, because if there is a sad moment, no matter how short or mishandled, they will both be crying)

I am also of the opinion that they would both really enjoy watching James Bond movies together - it’s got plenty of 

Julian falls first. This is so important to me, I cannot stress enough how important it is to me that, regardless of the au, Julian falls first, and he falls hard

He has a week-long crisis, both sexuality and just a general panic about it being Pat of all people where he just, hides away and panics 

Pat falls slower and later, and when he does eventually have that Oh moment, it still takes like a good month for him to catch on that Julian likes him too. Even then, it’d only be because someone else told him, to his face, yes, he likes you (probably Robin)

He tries to brush it off with excuses at first - oh, I’m probably the only one he thinks would allow this, i’m convenient, etc - and then goes onto assuring himself it’s just a fling, a hasty crush, someone prettier will come along and Julian will move on, and then like a year passes and he tells himself it’s only time before Julian gets bored and cheats and that’s fine, that’s okay, because it won’t be a surprise like with Carol, he knows what kind of person Julian is and there’s a sense of comfort in that

But it never happens

It probably takes like another four months before they’re forced to have a very awkward conversation about it and it finally sinks in that yes, Julian is around for the long haul

Despite what it might seem like, Julian is the more tactile partner, always putting an arm around Pat’s shoulder or a hand on his back, throwing his legs over Pat’s lap etc

Pat uses every pet name under the sun and Julian acts like he finds them all disgustingly soppy, but he doesn’t, he absolutely doesn’t 

Julian only has one, dear, and at the beginning, he would only ever dare use it when they’re completely alone and Pat’s already like, fast asleep

(sometimes, Pat would only pretend to be asleep in hopes Julian might say it)

Pat’s a dog person, Julian’s a cat person, and in a living au they’d definitely end up with both a cat and the dog (ironically though, the cat prefers Pat and the dog, Julian)

Also, Pat would do all the cleaning in the house, Julian all the cooking. Why a rich kid would know how to cook is beyond Pat, but Julian is really good at it so he has no complaints 

All the ghouls are baffled by this relationship and very concerned on Pat’s behalf- except Robin. He’s had to sit through all of Julian’s whining and moping and so knows it’s not just some joke or trick, and is very glad for it to be over

Julian tries to teach Pat how to play chess, but Pat is so bad at it. They settle for playing snakes and ladders, or monopoly 

I don’t think they’d ever get married (two failed marriages between them are enough, thank you very much) but they would exchange rings, a little promise between them without all the flash and drama

I'm going to stop here because if I don't, this could end up being like, 5 pages worth of notes asdfg

#the only bad thing is that i absolutely can't think of a decent ship name for them #it can't be a combo of their names. like. in no way can you make a half-decent sounding one #i think it'd have to be more abstract #idk if anyone has a good idea lemme know because my head is blank

[magicalgirlartist]

[ID: a series of 8 digital drawings, all of young adults facing forward. The backgrounds are all solid colours: green for 1 and 2, yellow for 3 and 4, blue for 5 and 6, purple for 7, and pink for 8. 1: a white woman with blonde hair hanging loose with 2 braids on either side of her head, green eyes, and a big smile waving at the viewer, wearing a knee-length green overall dress over a white off-shoulder top and brown ankle boots. 2: the same woman in the same pose but with brighter blonde hair and green eyes, 2 long braids coming out to her sides, a green and white dress with layered leaves for the skirt, white sun hat, and white boots with green leafy trim. 3: a black woman with short coily black hair, brown eyes, and a gentle smile waving at the viewer, wearing a yellow tank top, jeans, and an orange and blue plaid shirt tied around her waist. 4: the same woman in the same pose but with slightly longer hair and yellow eyes, a bright yellow and light orange dress, a light orange and white cape, and gold bracers with a sun emblem on them. 5: an East Asian man with a short brown ponytail, 5 o'clock shadow, brown eyes, and a small grin waving at the viewer, wearing grey and blue board shorts, a blue muscle top under a green short sleeved hoodie, and sandals. 6: the same man in the same pose but with a much longer thin ponytail that's seafoam green and blue eyes, wearing a blue bandana, blue vest, blue tank top, and baggy blue pants tucked into tall boots. 7: a white person with short red hair, dark blue eyes, and a grouchy expression waving condescendingly. They're wearing a red t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, baggy black pants tucked into red boots with huge belts on them, and black fingerless gloves. 8: a white woman with orange-red hair in 2 buns, green eyes and glasses, smiling and pointing towards her face. Shes' wearing a white button up, pink skirt, long light brown cardigan, white knee socks, and pink loafers. End ID.]

I had the idea a while ago "what if there was a PreCure series with the same basic plot as your average Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons/Stardew Valley type farming sim" and from there, Garden Variety PreCure was born!! I am slowly teaching myself Ren'Py so someday I might make this into a real thing, but for now it's just some character concepts and basic plot ideas, which I'll put under a readmore because this post is long enough already lol. But for now, here are the player character and her four love interests!

Juniper "Junie" MacDonald/Cure Orchard: a sweet, cheerful woman in her mid-twenties, Juniper inherits her grandfather's farm after he suddenly passes away and throws away her unhappy life in the city to start over again in the small town of Bellcrest. She's a bit naive and responds to stress by crying, but she has a big heart and is always thinking of others. Juniper is very social and loves to gossip, and she also loves fashion. By tapping into the power of the land, she can transform into Cure Orchard. She is the player character.

Raine Stellato/Cure Sunburst: a low-key, calm woman in her early twenties. Raine has lived in Bellcrest her whole life and is training to one day take over the local general store ("Stella's") from her great-uncle. She doesn't say much, content to just sit back and listen, but this often leads to people thinking she's not paying attention. Raine loves art and animals and spends most of her time away from the shop painting landscapes and taking care of strays. By tapping into the power of the sky, she can transform into Cure Sunburst. She is a potential love interest for Juniper.

River Park/Cure Seafoam: a boisterous, easygoing man in his mid-twenties. River moved to Bellcrest in his early teens and opened his fishery ("Fish Forward") when he was 19. He has a very relaxed attitude, sometimes to his own detriment since it can cause him to forget or avoid important things. River spends a lot of time working out, but he's fairly clumsy and often hurts himself while doing so. He also sews and knits a lot of his own clothes. By tapping into the power of the sea, he can transform into Cure Seafoam. He is a potential love interest for Juniper.

Cypher "Cy" Magnus: a surly, enigmatic person of indeterminate age. Originally from another world called the Field of Life, Cy has lived in Bellcrest for the last few years, running an antique shop/jack of all trades business ("The Broken Hourglass"). Secretly, they're also a wizard who has been trying to keep the nefarious Eclipse Corporation out of Bellcrest. They tend to be pretty grouchy and talk around what they mean, however when they get excited they start speaking quickly and over-explaining everything. Cy tends to do handiwork for fun and is constantly adding rooms to their shop/house/wizard tower. They are a potential love interest for Juniper.

Elizabeth "Libby" Pearl: a shy, passionate woman in her mid-twenties. Libby grew up in Bellcrest, went away to university, and came back demanding that the town build a proper library. She got her wish, and has since been installed as the only employee of the library/archives/museum/school ("Bellcrest Learning Center"). She's awkward around people she doesn't know, but tries to be friendly, and when she wants something badly enough she dives in headfirst. Libby is a hopeless romantic who loves romance novels, movies, and TV shows. She's a skilled writer as well, though none of her planned novels have lasted more than a few chapters. She is a potential love interest for Juniper.

#precure #fancure #precure fanseries #art #original art #digital art #if i had a nickel for every time i made a blue fancure with a pirate theme. i would have 2 nickels

[mae910do]

The Stronghold Guardian - Part 2

Archie and Valorie travel through the sea by boat and reach the Continent in order to cross it to Yumi's village...

Archie was laying on the wooden floor of the boat and stared up at the sky trying to relax despite the itchy excitement. He was praying for Yumi to be safe and had only one desire: to throw himself into her arms after apologizing. However, the trip was long and he his only means of distraction was the company of Valorie.

He told her about his childhood at the Mansion, his experience as an Arch-Illager and why he was so afraid of the portal. He also told her about Yumi for a long time, again and again... Valorie remained silent but was a good listener, until she interrupted him:

V: "Uh..!? what do you have in your hand ?"

A: "Hrm ?! That ! It's an eye of ender ! They are used to activate the portal, I couldn't take them all so I tried to hid the others in my room... Imagine if someone shows up in the Stronghold while I'm not there and they use my eyes to reactivate the portal !!!"

V: "Oh Archie... That huge enderman beast was defeated years ago... We took care of every piece of the Orb there is none now." She said laughing and stroking his shoulder to reassure him.

Archie growled. Of course she can't understand, she is strong and brave... She will laugh less if ever this creature dominates the Continent again, he thought. I almost want it to come back just to give her a good beating...

Archie changed the subject and asked Valorie to pull out a map. Their plan was to land near Arch Haven, then cross the Pumpkin Pastures and the Soggy Swamp to finally arrive at the Squid Coast Village. It was going to take them at least three days...

After a few minutes of chatting, they finally arrived at the beach where they could set foot. Archie was relieved, he was starting to get a little sick from this long sea trip. He looked behind him and could barely see the Stronghold which was miles away. He felt a little sad but this emotion was quickly swept away by the joy he had to be here again, on the Continent.

It was noon, a spring sun was shining high in the sky and the sound of the waves was crashing against the sand of the beach.

Before leaving, they had both stopped for lunch. Valorie offered Archie slices of pork in bread and some red berries as a meal (also Archie was confused by the amount of fruits in Valorie's bag). The food may have been trivial for the Hero, but for the Illager it was a king's meal, after so many years of being malnourished. The best thing he had so far in the Stronghold was grilled Silverfishes... He may not completely carry Valorie in his heart, but now, she was rising in his esteem.

V: "You know Archie, I can lend you a weapon if you want to defend yourself !"

The Illager nearly choked on his sandwich !

A: "A weapon !? To fight ?!?... Valorie, I spent my childhood being forced to fight, I suck..."

V: "I could teach you !"

A: "I just told you that in my Mansion they already tried to teach me how to fight." he said, trying not to be rude. "Maybe in another universe I'm happy to have a super cool ocelot armor or a huge powerful fire axe, but here I... I'm just a loser..."

V: "In any case, you can count on me to protect you, Archie !" She said with a big smile "I'll be your Guardian !"

Valorie's dazzling smile blinded the illager, her kindness and cheerfulness shone as much as the sun which was already shining bright enough above them. She held out her hand to him as a promise, a hand he shook back, being far too moved by the sympathy she radiated.

Although Archie was feeling sleepy after his meal, he had to move on for Yumi. It is after their break that they continued their journey again.

The two teammates bypassed the village that was here, right next to the beach. the Arch-Illager had marked the spirit of the Villagers, they were traumatized. The Villagers will never forgive me... he thought, hiding behind his hood. It's better for me to be discreet as much as possible...

A: "Valorie, do people... talk a lot about me here...?"

The Hero kept a low profile at his answer, she knew he was sensitive and that he would have trouble taking what the Villagers think of him. Even though Villagers are peaceful, some of them had badly advised the Heroes to imprison him, or even worse, to sentence him to death...

V: "Err.. You know, it's been about 5 years since you and your orb dominated the continent.. They don't really talk about you anymore but it's safer not to provoke them..."

Even if deep down Archie already knew it, he couldn't digest the Hero's words, and he felt like she didn't say all the truth. His dream of being part of a caring community, filled with people who look out for each other, shattered again. He clenched his fists with anger not knowing what to say, and a Hero telling that irritated him even more ! He continued to walk beside Valorie in silence, while the latter looked at him with a worried expression.

The two acolytes continued their journey, moving further and further away from the sea towards the Pumpkin Pastures.

Arriving there, the orange landscape and the smell of pumpkins was in the air, it was like autumn was eternal here. Archie took a deep breath to relax, he had never been able to enjoy this place before, it changed a lot from the Stronghold.

I remember sending Walda to the village to prevent the Heroes from coming. She had failed... He reminded himself, still thinking about the spell he had inflicted on her as a punishment for her defeat. Indeed, her former right hand had returned defeated, decorated with bruises and wounds, she had also lost an eye... As the Arch-Illager, he was furious and had taken care to humiliate her before locked her up in the dungeon, no longer good for anything because of her shredded body... Archie shivered at this bad memory before looking at Valorie. Could she have done this to Walda ? He frowned holding his head, trying to drive away these disgusting thoughts, he also didn't want to imagine how Walda would react if she saw him again today...

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The road was calm, there was no threat, no barbarian Pillager troops, and no more undead in the daylight, the Orb of Dominance no longer there to protect them. Nature was perfectly calm, Archie told himself that he didn't even need Valorie to help him anymore, until evening came...

They had spent a day traveling from the Stronghold to the Pumpkin Pastures. Valorie took out of her inventory the necessary tools to spend the night. She pitched the tent and lit a campfire like a professional, as a hero she was used to it, she had been doing this all her life.

Meanwhile, Archie looked at her without saying a word. He would have liked to make himself useful so as not to seem lazy, but he had no idea how to prepare a camp and stood there with his body frozen and his arms tightened around him to comfort himself.

After she finished, Valorie sat down by the fire and held out her arm to Archie to offer him a slice of bread which he immediately accepted.

They were both exhausted from their journey, especially Archie who had very short legs, he had never made so much effort in a day when he was in the Stronghold, for once he really wanted to sleep.

He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again in panic at the sound of a wet growl.

V: "Uh-Oh, Zombies..."

Archie's heart throbbed at the word the Hero had just uttered, he was terrified by the mobs and by the death that would await him if he had the misfortune to encounter one.

A group of three zombies moved towards them in an extremely threatening manner, which left Archie speechless and completely terrorised. Valorie slid past him to protect him and pulled out her Chill Gale Knife whose shiny sharp blade could make shake of fear an entire troop of Pillagers.

She put a foot forward and, in the action, sheared off the arm of a first zombie before decapitating it. The freezing enchantment of her weapon created an even colder atmosphere, slowing down the other two monsters with the cold.

V: "Don't worry Archie... I've got your back !"

Valorie knew Archie was scared, but hearing no more words from him she got worried and turned to him.

V: "Archi-!"

In her tracks, Valorie grabbed Archie's entire body with her left arm while her other arm rushed to finish off a baby zombie standing right in front of her. Probably the culprit, she thought... The Hero still managed to take down the other two enemies while having another agitated small Archie zombie on her shoulder who tried as best he could to scratch and bite her, in vain...

She jumped, screaming in horror at the sight of her friend who threw himself on her. Archie's eyes had changed to a menacing red and his skin had turned green. He had been zombified !!!

Day broke, and Archie opened his eyes with difficulty. He was tied to a rope in addition to having a golden apple forcefully stuffed into his mouth. Next to him was a tearful Valorie with a good ration of potions and apples.

The little Illager was far too ill right now to grumble on Valorie. She who had promised to protect him, she had failed by making Archie live one of his biggest fears. It was his first night on the Continent in years and it had gone off in the worst way. He was starting to miss his red-checked blue blanket in which he slept while he was staying at the Stronghold... He had spent the morning resting and sulking in the tent that Valorie had built for him.

Archie's feelings towards Valorie were now much more mixed. Continuing to trust her was getting harder and harder for him. I hate her, I hate Heroes, he screamed in his thoughts as he clutched his cloak between his teeth. I always end up in the worst situation because of them. I just have to hold on until I meet Yumi and then it'll be over. Despite this misadventure, it is she who lodges him, guides him and feeds him. He had no choice but to stay with her to take advantage of her help.

Not being able to sulk forever in his tent, Archie took his time waking up and getting ready while being in a bad mood. He had a band-aid on his leg that hid a deep zombie bite and still felt very nauseous. Valorie was compassionate, she had insisted that he rest all day but Archie was reluctant, he wanted to see Yumi as soon as possible !

The Hero felt really bad for not being able to protect him, it took her less than a day to break her promise as his Guardian. Especially since she liked Archie a lot, even if she enjoyed playing the valiant knights, she wanted more than that, she wanted to be his friend !

Finally ready to leave, they continued to walk in the Pumpkin Pastures to head towards the last step before the village: the Soggy Swamp.

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#g au #The Stronghold Guardian #part 2

[foodandfolklore]

Hans In Luck

Since I referenced this Brothers Grimm Fairytale while Sharing the story Mr. Vinegar, I thought I'd share to compare.

Hans had served his master seven years, and at the end of the seventh year he said,

"Master, my time is up; I want to go home and see my mother, so give me my wages."

"You have served me truly and faithfully," said the master; "as the service is, so must the wages be," and he gave him a lump of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and tied up the lump of gold in it, hoisted it on his shoulder, and set off on his way home. And as he was trudging along, there came in sight a man riding on a spirited horse, and looking very gay and lively. "Oh!" cried Hans aloud, "how splendid riding must be! sitting as much at one's ease as in an arm-chair, stumbling over no stones, saving one's shoes, and getting on one hardly knows how!"

The horseman heard Hans say this, and called out to him,

"Well Hans, what are you doing on foot?"

"I can't help myself," said Hans, "I have this great lump to carry; to be sure, it is gold, but then I can't hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder."

"I'll tell you what," said the horseman, "we will change; I will give you my horse, and you shall give me your lump of gold."

"With all my heart," said Hans; "but I warn you, you will find it heavy." And the horseman got down, took the gold, and, helping Hans up, he gave the reins into his hand.

"When you want to go fast," said he, "you must click your tongue and cry 'Gee-up!'"

And Hans, as he sat upon his horse, was glad at heart, and rode off with merry cheer. After a while he thought he should like to go quicker, so he began to click with his tongue and to cry "Gee-up!" And the horse began to trot, and Hans was thrown before he knew what was going to happen, and there he lay in the ditch by the side of the road. The horse would have got away but that he was caught by a peasant who was passing that way and driving a cow before him. And Hans pulled himself together and got upon his feet, feeling very vexed. "Poor work, riding," said he, "especially on a jade like this, who starts off and throws you before you know where you are, going near to break your neck; never shall I try that game again; now, your cow is something worth having, one can jog on comfortably after her and have her milk, butter, and cheese every day, into the bargain. What would I not give to have such a cow!"

"Well now," said the peasant, "since it will be doing you such a favour, I don't mind exchanging my cow for your horse."

Hans agreed most joyfully, and the peasant, swinging himself into the saddle, was soon out of sight.

And Hans went along driving his cow quietly before him, and thinking all the while of the fine bargain he had made.

"With only a piece of bread I shall have everything I can possibly want, for I shall always be able to have butter and cheese to it, and if I am thirsty I have nothing to do but to milk my cow; and what more is there for heart to wish!"

And when he came to an inn he made a halt, and in the joy of his heart ate up all the food he had brought with him, dinner and supper and all, and bought half a glass of beer with his last two farthings. Then on he went again driving his cow, until he should come to the village where his mother lived. It was now near the middle of the day, and the sun grew hotter and hotter, and Hans found himself on a heath which it would be an hour's journey to cross. And he began to feel very hot, and so thirsty that his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth.

"Never mind," said Hans; "I can find a remedy. I will milk my cow at once." And tying her to a dry tree, and taking off his leather cap to serve for a pail, he began to milk, but not a drop came. And as he set to work rather awkwardly, the impatient beast gave him such a kick on the head with his hind foot that he fell to the ground, and for some time could not think where he was; when luckily there came by a butcher who was wheeling along a young pig in a wheelbarrow.

"Here's a fine piece of work!" cried he, helping poor Hans on his legs again. Then Hans related to him all that had happened; and the butcher handed him his pocket-flask, saying,

"Here, take a drink, and be a man again; of course the cow would give no milk; she is old and only fit to draw burdens, or to be slaughtered."

"Well, to be sure," said Hans, scratching his head. "Who would have thought it? of course it is a very handy way of getting meat when a man has a beast of his own to kill; but for my part I do not care much about cow beef, it is rather tasteless. Now, if I had but a young pig, that is much better meat, and then the sausages!"

"Look here, Hans," said the butcher, "just for love of you I will exchange, and will give you my pig instead of your cow."

"Heaven reward such kindness!" cried Hans, and handing over the cow, received in exchange the pig, who was turned out of his wheelbarrow and was to be led by a string.

So on went Hans, thinking how everything turned out according to his wishes, and how, if trouble overtook him, all was sure to be set right directly. After a while he fell in with a peasant, who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They bid each other good-day, and Hans began to tell about his luck, and how he had made so many good exchanges. And the peasant told how he was taking the goose to a christening feast.

"Just feel how heavy it is," said he, taking it up by the wings; "it has been fattening for the last eight weeks; and when it is roasted, won't the fat run down!"

"Yes, indeed," said Hans, weighing it in his hand, "very fine to be sure; but my pig is not to be despised."

Upon which the peasant glanced cautiously on all sides, and shook his head.

"I am afraid," said he, "that there is something not quite right about your pig. In the village I have just left one had actually been stolen from the bailiff's yard. I fear, I fear you have it in your hand; they have sent after the thief, and it would be a bad look-out for you if it was found upon you; the least that could happen would be to be thrown into a dark hole."

Poor Hans grew pale with fright. "For heaven's sake," said he, "help me out of this scrape, I am a stranger in these parts; take my pig and give me your goose."

"It will be running some risk," answered the man, "but I will do it sooner than that you should come to grief." And so, taking the cord in his hand, he drove the pig quickly along a by-path, and lucky Hans went on his way home with the goose under his arm. "The more I think of it," said he to himself, "the better the bargain seems; first I get the roast goose; then the fat; that will last a whole year for bread and dripping; and lastly the beautiful white feathers which I can stuff my pillow with; how comfortably I shall sleep upon it, and how pleased my mother will be!"

And when he reached the last village, he saw a knife-grinder with his barrow; and his wheel went whirring round, and he sang,

"My scissors I grind, and my wheel I turn; And all good fellows my trade should learn, For all that I meet with just serves my turn."

And Hans stood and looked at him; and at last he spoke to him and said,

"You seem very well off, and merry with your grinding."

"Yes," answered the knife-grinder, "my handiwork pays very well. I call a man a good grinder who, every time he puts his hand in his pocket finds money there. But where did you buy that fine goose?"

"I did not buy it, but I exchanged it for my pig," said Hans.

"And the pig?"

"That I exchanged for a cow."

"And the cow?"

"That I exchanged for a horse."

"And the horse?"

"I gave for the horse a lump of gold as big as my head."

"And the gold?"

"Oh, that was my wage for seven years' service."

"You seem to have fended for yourself very well," said the knife-grinder. "Now, if you could but manage to have money in your pocket every time you put your hand in, your fortune is made."

"How shall I manage that?" said Hans.

"You must be a knife-grinder like me," said the man. "All you want is a grindstone, the rest comes of itself: I have one here; to be sure it is a little damaged, but I don't mind letting you have it in exchange for your goose; what say you?"

"How can you ask?" answered Hans. "I shall be the luckiest fellow in the world, for if I find money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, there is nothing more left to want."

And so he handed over the goose to the pedlar and received the grindstone in exchange.

"Now," said the knife-grinder, taking up a heavy common stone that lay near him, "here is another proper sort of stone that will stand a good deal of wear and that you can hammer out your old nails upon. Take it with you, and carry it carefully."

Hans lifted up the stone and carried it off with a contented mind. "I must have been born under a lucky star!" cried he, while his eyes sparkled for joy. "I have only to wish for a thing and it is mine."

After a while he began to feel rather tired, as indeed he had been on his legs since daybreak; he also began to feel rather hungry, as in the fulness of his joy at getting the cow, he had eaten up all he had. At last he could scarcely go on at all, and had to make a halt every moment, for the stones weighed him down most unmercifully, and he could not help wishing that he did not feel obliged to drag them along. And on he went at a snail's pace until he came to a well; then he thought he would rest and take a drink of the fresh water. And he placed the stones carefully by his side at the edge of the well; then he sat down, and as he stooped to drink, he happened to give the stones a little push, and they both fell into the water with a splash. And then Hans, having watched them disappear, jumped for joy, and thanked his stars that he had been so lucky as to get rid of the stones that had weighed upon him so long without any effort of his own.

"I really think," cried he, "I am the luckiest man under the sun." So on he went, void of care, until he reached his mother's house.

#brothers grimm #fairytale #food and folklore #folktale #folklore #hans in luck #october #klickwitch #witchy #reading #story

[manyprofoundbonds]

was eternals good? not really (to me). do i love it? no. do i love the characters + relationships? yes. YES.

#also do i love the scenery??? YEAAAAH #by characters and relationships i do not mean ik*ris nor ik*ris/sersi by the way #he can throw himself into the sun i'll cheer #eternals #mcu #***

[shoyoist]

Could u do Mikey/Smiley x bimbo/himbo reader, please.

(Preferably himbo)

cw: just fluff. cute shit. like a hint of angst on mikey's part, and mentions of getting rejected. i did gn!reader, hope that's good with you <3 and i also did both nahoya and mikey because i got ideas and this was fun to do hehe.

ぞ | NAHOYA sits on his bike with his back to the handlebars, giving you his signature, gleeful grin as he eyes the drink you're cradling in your hands. "let me have a taste." he quips, snickering when your brows knit together and you pull the cup a little closer to your chest, lips twisting with indignance around the straw.

"c'mon, i'm getting thirsty. don't want me to start a fight while i'm thirsty, do ya?" your frown deepens — because yeah, that's true, isn't it — if your 'hoya is going to show you his best today, he's gotta be in top form, he was so sweet about bringing you here to watch him throw down the assholes that messed with you a few days ago, too.

the sunlight traversing through the sakura leaves above your heads falls into your eyes as you tilt your head a little, contemplating what to do. he places a suggestive hand on your leg, leaning closer and widening his smile when you shift your gaze back to him.

"fine," you say, holding the cup over to him. "only one sip, okay?" he grabs it from you immediately, assuring you that of course, he's going to take only one sip! before he takes the straw between his lips and sucks an entire mouthful of it down his throat in one go.

"hey!" you smack his arm and wrestle the cup out of his hand, face heating up as you take it away and stare in dismay at how it's now more than half empty. "i said one sip!" he slaps his own thigh, laughing at your expense as he wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand. "i did take one sip!"

"nahoya! you know how bad i wanted to have this for myself! i didn't even get to drink half!" your bottom lip juts out, voice going higher as you kick one foot out — it lands against his shin and it was a sharp fucking kick, but nahoya is too busy laughing at you to care. "you're too cute, so hot when you're mad at me." he reaches out to pull your cheek.

"whatever." you mutter, pretending to be more annoyed than you actually were, looking away from him and taking a half hearted sip of what was left of your drink. "aw, come on! i'm the one that bought you that, ya know." all he wants to do is rile you up, because he adores you that way, face flushed and hands fisted as you give him a piece of your mind — he just loves kissing all the anger out of you right when you're ready to throw hands. before you can retort, though, the noise of motorcycle engines arrive in the distance.

the park's been devoid of activity so far, empty due to how hot the afternoon sun was as it shone onto the sandy ground — it seems his opponents are finally here. the smile he's wearing doesn't stop stretching across his face, but now he's even more pissed at them than he was before. "they really had to show up now, huh?" hopping off the bike, he gives your knee a squeeze and lands a kiss on your cheek. "i'll get you another, right after i beat the shit out of these guys, m'kay? and if ya cheer for me, i might even give you a few kisses. those pretty lips are looking damn lonely."

your pout fades away as he turns around and faces the group of teens that's gathering at the gate, heart squeezing a little at his corny remarks and at the sight of his confidence, when he cracks his knuckles and starts walking towards them. "are you fuckers ready to face the consequences of messing with my bitch?"

ぞ | MIKEY has been hanging out at the arcade for about an hour now, doing nothing but walking around and chewing on the popcorn he'd bought himself when he came in, trying to make the bag last as long as possible. he gives you a glance every now and then, as you sit at the bench near the entrance, blankly staring at your feet and blinking harshly once in a while.

he's pretty sure you've been sitting there since he came in, and curiousity's finally getting the better of him. he walks by, one hand in his pocket, the other carelessly holding his popcorn, and calls out. "hey, you good?" your head jerks up, and he notices that your eyes are puffy, tinted red, as your gazes meet.

for a moment, you just stare at him, as if shocked to see someone in here other than yourself — as if you'd thought you were in your own little bubble with nobody around to witness you. "uhm." you mumble, eyes snapping away. "yeah, i guess." mikey raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. he catches the way you're holding a crumpled piece of paper in your fist, and flops beside you onto the bench. "nah, you gotta tell me."

you rub at one eye with a closed fist, watching him closely. "what's it to you?" your voice is weak, but the challenge is still there. mikey shrugs, wondering why he's interested at all — maybe because he's here to relive memories, and hence, is feeling sympathetic. "just curious."

it's answer enough to you, it seems, since you show him the paper in your hands. "i've been in love with one boy for the longest time." you tell him about how you confessed to your long loved crush with a letter, and explain to him the disaster than came with it. the neon blues and pinks within the arcade light up the curves and lines of your face and hands as you turn to him, waving your hands around as you pour your heart out to him —

"he wrote me a letter back, only to reject me! i put in so much effort to the letter, planning everything i wanted to say and - and he tore it up and threw it in the trash, right while i was there!" you show him the paper in your hands, a big fat FUCK YOU being the only thing written on it. "damn." mikey comments. "that's one shit guy. i wouldn't care a lick 'bout him if i were you."

you give him an offended look, scowling over at him and snatching the rejection letter away from him. "you wouldn't understand." mikey shrugs, stretching out his legs and eyeing the lights overhead, thinking more about how you're kind of really cute. "yeah, i don't understand shit when it's useless. but i think you deserve better than a guy with such awful handwriting, at least." you cross one leg over the other, turning your face away from him to express your distaste. "bet your handwriting's worse, punk boy."

a moment of silence hangs in the air between you two, before mikey clears his throat. "wanna go have some icecream?" he glances at you out of the corners of his eyes, to see you fidget a little. when you open your mouth, your tone is embarrassed. "i ran out of money trying to win myself a plushie. i'll call someone to come pick me up in a bit . . . but i've got nothing." he laughs — you're definitely really cute — and gets up, shoving his hand into his pocket and leaving his popcorn forgotten at the edge of the bench.

"i'll buy you something, then. i'll get you a plushie, too." he watches the way your eyes brighten up, and adds as an afterthought. "and if ya want, i'll drop you home. i've got a motorcycle." you get up, stuffing the letter into the side pocket of your bag. your smile is sweet as it meets him, and he thinks, yeah, you deserve way better than whoever the douche that broke your heart is. "thanks, punk boy." you say, and he grins at you. "no problem, cutie."

#[ゃ] — rekha™ #—tokyo rev. / 小さい #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey x reader #nahoya x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #nahoya fluff #mikey fluff #tokyo revengers angst #mikey headcanons #nahoya headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev x reader #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro fluff #smiley x reader #smiley fluff #mikey x you #nahoya x you #mikey drabbles #nahoya drabbles #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers headcanons #mikey scenarios #nahoya scenarios

[wandawxdow]

A Kidnapped Soulmate Part 6

The snow crunched under your boots as Tomas, the camp leader, led both you and Aleksander to your quarters. The men conversed during the walk, but you were too distracted by your surroundings.

The camp was truly a sight to behold. After nine days spent travelling with a set amount of people, the busyness of the camp was refreshing. People talked loudly, unrestrained and casual despite camping so close to the Fjerdan border. It reminded you of your hometown, with people happy despite their circumstances, and despite your homesickness, you found yourself cheerful. You didn't process that the man, Tomas, had left until Aleksander’s study hand on your back nudged you into your shared space.

For being a temporary room, it sure was extravagant. The bed immediately drew your eyes and you could almost feel your mouth gape open. It was mid-afternoon by the time your group arrived, and the full day of non-stop travelling had left you weary. You could feel your soulmate’s eyes on you as you wandered around the room in awe.

“Do you like it?” he questioned once you finished your inspection. You tilted your head and raised your brows; what did he think?

He put on a gentle smile before explaining, “I have some things to do, but I'll be back soon.”

“Sure, ” you muttered, still entranced by the large space. Kirigan let himself out, and you sat yourself down on the foot of the bed.

Only a an hour later, you found yourself bored; Which for you isn't surprising at all.

You'd tried to read some old book you found for entertainment, but it didn't worked. So, you found your eyes drifting over to the plush bedding. Just a short nap, you reasoned with yourself as you peeled back the thick covers.

As you suspected, within moments the softness of the bed lulled you into a deep sleep.

A bang woke you later. Lazily, your eyes peeled open, expecting to see Aleksander. He had told you that he would return soon. The room was, disappointingly, empty.

Another bang reached your ears alongside a collective cheer. Sitting up in the bed, you looked over at the closed curtains serving as a door; Nothing out of the ordinary. Slipping your shoes back onto your feet, you stood approached the exit.

The curtain pulled away to reveal the outside world. With your head peeking out, you looked around. Two guards were stationed at the door and staring ahead. Beyond them, a flurry was activity was transpiring.

A trio of colours swirled together as Grisha seemed to dance together in a symphony unheard of by you. They were sparring as the sun set - dodging and attacking with a grace practised for years. While small groups fought, others stood around in a perimeter and cheered on. Truly, a sight to see.

You took a few tentative steps out of the tent, and without a reaction from the guards, you directed yourself over to the group. Despite your excitement, you recognised the two Heartrenders following behind you, likely as instructed by Aleksander.

You stood with the mob, gazing at the lighthearted sparring. A Tidemaker and Squaller were throwing punches in front of you with two Heartrenders battling it out beside them. In awe, your eyes couldn't leave the sight. Sure, you've seen people fight before. But no one so trained, so graceful, and so talented. No one who incorporated Grisha powers effortlessly with combat.

Little did you know that your own Grisha had returned and was staring at you in awe. Aleksander Morozova was used to being shamed for his powers, was used to Grisha being shamed by those who feared them. The look on your face though wasn't fear but amazement. You didn't fear their power, and neither did you fear him.

Men and women parted for him as he walked through the crowd to you. “Enjoying the show, ” he teased, alerting you to his presence. Spinning around, you smiled up at him. “Of course.”

Noticing some badly hidden looks, Aleksander offered his arm to you while looking clearly at the crowd. They'll all know you're his. It’ll be their only warning.

Oblivious to the possessive gesture, you happily looped your arm with his and followed as he led you away. Though you enjoyed the display, it paled in comparison to Aleksander, your very own Grisha.

Wordlessly, he walked you both back to the large dwelling, opening the curtain door for you to enter first. You do, noticing Aleksander freezing at the doorway. “What’s wrong, ” you inquired worriedly, tracking his eyes to the bed you’d woken from.

As your mind spun, as did his with thoughts of you and him and the future. The simple unmade bed brought him a flash of images of the life the two of you could have together; getting to wake by your side each day, and protect you at night. He wanted it.

Your wavering voice broke him from his fantasy, “We don't have to - I mean - I can sleep” Your foot tapped against the group nervously as you tilted your head to the bed, hoping Aleksander would get your meaning.

Was it too much, too fast? Maybe the other night was a fluke and he doesn't want you.

“No.”

You let out a breath at his short grumble, watching as he walks even closer to you.

“I want you to sleep wit- by my side.”

His eyes locked onto yours, waiting for a reaction. He posed a silent question, telling you that he's ready if you are and if not, he’ll back off. He’ll wait.

You felt your cheeks flush at his wording. You gave him a short nod, noting his expression change to one of relief. Not-so-subtly your eyes trail down his face to his lips. A smirk graced Aleksander’s face, and you barely got to look him in the eye before he leant even closer.

His eyes searched yours at that moment and once again, you slightly nod as encouragement. You’ve been ready for your soulmate for your entire life, and now he’s here in front of you. You’re ready.

His hands of your cheeks sent a buzz through your body, as though it's finally awakened after a lifetime of slumber. Their warmth sunk into your skin with the cold contrast from his silver ring. Most spectacularly, his lips pressed against your own filled every dream you’ve had since childhood. Your soulmate was there with you, and he wasn't letting go. So, neither would you.

Kinda thinking I should leave the story here...Thoughts.

For those of you who read my last part, I think I’ve worked out why I can’t tag some people. These specific accounts are the only ones who have never posted or reblogged anything. I'm thinking I can't mention them because tumblr thinks the account is fake/inactive.

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