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headcanonenthusiast · 3 months
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Simon Riley NSFW headcanons
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Ladies, gentlemen and everyone inbetween, here he is. Here's the extremely popular man himself, Simon Riley.
I know how much people thirst over Ghost, and even though I personally don't he's a character I absolutely adore. Hoping I can do him justice with this one ❤
(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)
Enjoy!
Nsfw under the cut
-Don't really think he has the highest libido in the world.
-When he is in the mood, though, you're not sleeping that night.
-Have you seen the way this man talks? He's pretty confident in his looks. And he totally sprinkles that confidence into intercourse.
-"Look at tha', not even in you yet and you're already blushin."
-This is so random, but I feel like rainy nights get him in the mood.
-Its probably because you're less likely to go anywhere while the weather's bad. In his mind, as long as the weather isn't the best, he's got you glued to the bed for the night.
-"Where you goin, luv? Weather's nasty today."
-And no matter what excuse you give, his head will tilt slightly and he'll give the smallest smirk imaginable.
-"But it's so cold out. Wouldn't ya rather spend some time with me? The bed's nice n' warm."
-His grip on your hips is tight, so tight he usually leaves marks on accident.
-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard.
-Not the most vocal in bed, but he does grunt a lot.
-Not much of a talker, either, but depending on what you're into, he'll throw out the occasional praise or degrading word.
-"There we go, atta boy/girl. Hold still f'me."
-During sex, his eyes are locked on you, but not specifically on your face. He keeps his focus on your cock/pussy as he touches it.
-Expects your eyes to be on him the whole time, however. Does not want you to look away, even for a second.
-"Eyes on me, darlin'. Don't you look away, now."
-"Good girl/boy. Much better."
-Good with his fingers, and he knows it.
-Will totally finger/jerk you off with your back against his bare chest, his lap as your very own seat while he does so.
-"Christ, your legs are shaking. My fingers feel good, don't they?"
-His strokes are deep, and usually not terribly fast nor too slow. It's a good middle-ground that doesn't tire either of you immediately but is still satisfying.
-A big fan of pulling your hair if it's longer (consensually ofc, consent is important af yall).
-Something that really turns him on is the way his hand is able to completely cover yours. Enjoys moving a hand from your hip to your hand, giving it a few tight squeezes.
-And those squeezes aren't just him doing them because he wants to, he actually uses it as a non-verbal way to say "I love you", because like I said earlier, not very vocal.
-And he always does that at least once during sex. But sometimes he'll forget to do it, so he'll squeeze your hand as you're falling asleep, just to remind you of the fact he loves you.
-Is obsessed with painting your dick/pussy/ass with his cum. Your lips, too, when you give him a blowjob.
-When he's finished, you can see the way his body relaxes. It's like he's suddenly won the lottery and he no longer has back pain after sex.
-Aftercare isn't anything extraordinary, but he figures you need alone time after sex, so, unless requested, the shower is all yours for however long you want it.
-Also, he's not an asshole. Its not like he'd suddenly act distant after sex or anything, it's just that he knows you can take care of yourself. That's why he waits for you in bed, allowing his chest to become a pillow for your head to rest on.
-Now, Simon has never really been able to fall asleep super quickly, but after sex he passes right out.
-And it's not even because the act exhausted him, either. He just has this odd sense of contentment after being with you that lulls him into a more eased mindset, which is very difficult for him to get.
-In other words, he feels much more fulfilled with you by his side. And he'll be sure to thank you the next morning, chin on your shoulder while he gently squeezes your hand.
That was fun to write! Even though I'm not attracted to Ghost like everyone else reading this post is, he's still up there on my fav COD characters list.
Let me know who I should do next!
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saetoru · 1 year
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tee do you ever think about how telling rich boy gojo you’re proud of him makes him caught off guard a bit? everyone just brushes off his achievements because they’re to be expected so the first time he hears it from you it makes him do a double take :(
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[ PROUD ] GOJO SATORU.
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you say it off handedly the first time, just a casual statement as gojo playfully boasts about acing a quiz he didn’t even study for. his head’s on your lap and you’re scrolling through your phone with one hand while absentmindedly playing with his hair with the other, and it catches him by surprise.
“guess how much of a genius your boyfriend is,” he grins, “i got an A on that quiz i forgot to study for. pure genius, huh?”
because that’s gojo, praising his own accomplishments for himself so no one has to—filling the void alone because no one will. you chuckle quietly as your nails rake over his scalp, moving your hand to gently pinch his cheek as you nod.
“very genius,” you agree, and he grins gleefully—because that’s enough. it’s a small acknowledgment, but he doesn’t dare hope for more. and then your next words make him pause, make him wonder if he heard you correctly. “i’m proud of you, toru.”
proud.
and in all honesty, it’s a casual statement. it’s almost like you said it without even fully thinking about it, but it sounds so sincere—so painfully sincere—that his breath hitches in his throat. it’s the way the words are so easy to slip from your tongue, gliding off like they don’t need a second thought, like being proud of him is normal, like it’s as involuntary as the beat of your heart.
you seem to notice his reaction too—because if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t soften your face like that, or cup his cheeks like this right now, leaning down to press gentle kiss after the other across his face. it’s like you’re making up for years worth of moments that have been brushed aside, like you’re making up for the hurt parts of him that yearn for just one time that someone really looks at him. you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, across his forehead, along the angle of his cheekbone until one final press of your lips meets his own.
“‘m very proud of you,” you hum, rubbing a thumb over the soft flesh of his cheek, “always am. even if it was just luck this time,” you add teasingly, pinching his nose.
he grins, let’s the feeling bubble up his chest and spread until they reach his fingertips, let’s the warmth tuck itself under his skin and knit into his muscles as he relaxes against your hold. because here, when it’s just you, when the world’s not looking for gojo and he gets to just be satoru, you appreciate the small things no matter how trivial they seem to be.
even just doing well on a quiz.
“hey,” he defends, “it was a hard quiz.”
“it was over the first chapter. the easiest one, satoru.”
“but you’re still proud,” he winks, but you know it’s just to hear you say again, just to grant him one more opportunity to listen to the foreign words so he can really engrave them in his brain.
and maybe he thinks it’s the last time he’ll hear them, that it was just an accident and you’ll never repeat them again—because why would you be proud of him? why be proud of things that are expected?
but it doesn’t stop you from whispering them against his forehead once more. “yes, i’m very proud,” you murmur before pecking the skin.
“lots to be proud of when you’re dating me, sweetheart,” he says smugly—but if his voice is a bit strained and his lips are a little wobbly, you don’t mention it, and he’s grateful. “i’m a real catch, huh?”
“oh yes, i’ve won the lottery,” you nod, playfully flicking his forehead. and then your eyes turn tender, and your smile is sweeter, and the way you hold his face is as delicate as the love on your expression. “i love you, toru.”
“love you too, you sap,” he teases, but the look on his face is content, hopeful even, that maybe he has something to be proud of besides himself for once.
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your honor i luv him :( he’s my baby :(
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wxnheart · 1 year
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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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note: the idea for this came up out of the blue and I was encouraged to write it so here you go. the premise is simple: what picture of your significant other do you have as your lock screen? as always, I hope y'all enjoy it! And now we have the sequel!
Captain John Price - About as sickeningly sweet vanilla as you can get. Your lock screen is a picture of him geared up, signature hat on, holding a lit cigar, and smiling at the camera like he won the lottery. You always told him his smile was radiant. Seeing him smile makes your day.
Gaz - Your lock screen is a picture of him hard at work. He's reading something and boy, is he concentrating hard. He doesn't believe you when you tell him that he scrunches his nose up while he's thinking. Well, now you have proof.
Soap - You swoon every time your phone lights up. It's a photo of him flexing one arm, smiling, and winking into the camera. You managed to get him after he finished working out and getting those gains. You also may or may not have jumped his bones right after taking said pic. Gah, you fucking love this man...
Ghost - LMAO. So you were trying to be discreet about it (emphasis on the word trying) and capture Ghost just standing there, gun in his hands, minding his business. Menacingly. Motherfucker got your ass because just as soon as you pressed the button, he looked right at you. So now you have a picture of Ghost standing there, gun in hand, minding his business and glaring staring at you. Menacingly. Reactions to your lock screen are either "Holy shit, who the FUCK is that?" or "Wow, he looks cool." You can only sigh adoringly every time you see it. That's Babygurl for you.
Alejandro Thee Stallion - You have a picture of him running a hand through his hair with his eyes closed. No, it isn't intentional; he was actually scratching his head. BUT, it was just the perfect moment and hell yeah, you rejoiced when you got it! He looks modelesque and orgasmic in it. You showed it to Rudy and now Alejandro is wondering why Rudy looks like he wants to laugh every time he sees him.
Rudy - It's actually a picture of you and him together being all cute and shit. And that actually wasn't your first choice. It was originally a picture of him knocked the hell out, bundled up in his favorite blanket, and having the best nap of his life. He looks so boyishly cute when he sleeps. Rudy actually had to put on the puppy dog eyes so you wouldn't make that your lock screen because he's had that blanket as long as he's known Alejandro (who has also seen said blanket) and apparently there's a betting pool going around in Los Vaqueros around the fact that Rudy has yet to get rid of it. It's a long story.
König - You actually have a picture of him sitting down against a wall, arms on his knees looking cool as a cucumber. He's really just chillin', taking in the atmosphere, and staring into space. Looks badass doing it, too. His eyes are pretty entrancing and the picture really puts into perspective how tall König is because he absolutely does not look it when he's sitting down. You also realized that he likes to make himself comfortable in confined spaces. Huh. Wonder if he's aware of that, too. He caught a glimpse of your lock screen by accident and whether you know it or not, he's flattered that he's the first thing you see when you look at your phone.
Phillip Graves - You got a picture of him doing his best Zoolander impression (Blue Steel, y'all) because you forgot to turn the flash off. Whoops. Don't you dare show that to the rest of Shadow Company. Spoiler Alert: You... kinda-sorta-really do. Whoops.
Valeria Garza - One word. Badass. She looks like a fucking badass on your lock screen. Those toned arms and tattoos are out for the world to see. Windswept tresses. And she's smirking at you, too? Oh, baby! You're falling in love all over again.
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minustwofingers · 10 months
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exoplanet p.6 (ellie’s journals)
summary: you’ve won the life lottery as one of the few people on earth with parents who gained admittance to the most prestigous safezone in the world after the outbreak. but after a lab accident sends you out to jackson, wyoming, real life hits you fast. it’s a good thing that a hot lesbian finds u. (lol). mean ellie at first, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, fem reader asf
warnings: a significantly different writing voice! this is going to be a very different vibe from the other chapters since i had to write it as i imagine ellie would (which is a lot different than i do). slight nsfw content (mdni), language, mentions of violence/gore, angst, ellie’s pov is actually really depressing
a/n: soooo i know it’s been almost 3 months...and i’m really sorry about that! a lot of stuff happened in my life and i kind of fell off writing for quite some time. but i finish series, so i’m going to get through exoplanet in its entirety so i can finally give you all closure. some preliminary notes: know that these are modeled after how i imagine ellie would journal if she did journal this much. canonically she didn’t do that much writing that follows a narrative like it does here. i think it’s honestly a little ooc for her to be emotionally responsible enough to talk out her feelings, but given that there’s no other way to tell her side of the story (save for legit rewriting it from her perspective, which would take another 6 months or so and be horrifically repetitive), i decided to just suck it up and write it. i’m sorry if it sounds awkward, since she definitely doesn’t write in a voice that i have much experience with. the next chapter will be better!
word count: 5.5k
tags~ @intrnetdoll @dazedshoon @lovecaraya @pctcr @sariyaflowr @loser-keiji @prettyplant0 @666findgod @sawaagyapong @rystarkov @buzzybuzzsposts @addisonnie @galacticstxrdust @elliesbabygirl​ @pinkazelma @ariianelle @lu002 @blairfox04 @sparkleswonderland @elliesflower @muthafuckingstargirl @elliewilliamsissubermommyoml @eviestevie-14 @quicksilversg1rl @guacala @crtcrp @overtrred28
(i haven’t updated this yet bc my tags aren’t working)
a special special SPECIAL thanks to both @roarriita and @elliesflower​ for being soooo sexy and betaing for me. you both are so wonderful and helped me sm in feeling good enough to post this :)
without further ado, enjoy ellie’s journals!
January 20th, 2038
Today’s been…fucking…
I don’t even know where to start. I don’t get why this sort of shit always happens to me. First it was being bit and somehow surviving. Then it was getting carted off across the country. And now some girl basically falls out of the sky, claiming that she comes from some sort of paradise up North?
I’ll spare the immediate details. I don’t think I’ll forget the basic stuff—her name, the way she looked clutching at her knees in the clearing and shaking. That stupid shirt she had on and that expensive scarf.
I still want to believe that she’s just a liar who happened to get lucky with running into us, but even without Joel vouching for her story, I don’t think I’d ever be able to buy that she’d been living in the same world as us. I’ve never met someone without scars before. I didn’t know that there were people out there who didn’t have marked up arms and faces. Or people without calluses. Did you know that hands can be totally smooth?
Anyway. Tommy says that he’ll try and reach out across the contacts he has. Joel has her living right down the hall from me in the meantime, so now I have to share my bathroom. Hopefully the Terranovan authorities are good at finding people. She takes so fucking long to shower. It’s a wonder the whole compound still has hot water.
[One page of drawings follows: Dina smiling in the snow on her horse, Joel playing his guitar]
January 25th, 2038
Maria says that they’re thinking about breeding Shimmer soon. I know she told me because that means I’ll need to ride another horse for a little until she recovers and I know that we need another generation of foals, but it still made me cringe for Shimmer’s sake. She’s too free-spirited to be a mother. She doesn’t deserve that.
I went stargazing last night. It was pretty. Lots of shooting stars. I ran into the girl while I was coming back from the meadow. She gave me a weird look, and I could tell she wanted to ask me where I’d been but kept her mouth shut. Sometimes I regret dropping off that bag of clothes. I really fucking liked that gray sweatshirt, actually. I’m not even joking. It looks weird to see it on someone else.
[Half a page of drawing follows of the night sky with labeled constellations]
February 5th, 2038
Long time no see. I’ve been pretty busy with patrols and helping Maria with securing the walls. Joel made me try some of that coffee that our new house guest brought. It was just as awful as I remembered, but he seemed happy. So one point for the space girl. I guess.
Dina’s been hanging around more. She just broke up with Jessie (yes, again). She swears that it’s for good this time, but I’m not so sure. She also talks a lot about Y/N and what little detail she’s gathered about her life back in Terranova. I thought teasing her by asking her if she had a crush on Y/N would make her talk less about it, but it just made things worse.
I miss when things were normal.
[One page of drawings follows: one of Shimmer in cross-ties, another of a girl’s face, half-finished with the face scribbled out]
February 12th, 2038
Today I’m sad. I’m in bed with that book about astronomy that Joel nabbed for me on patrol a while ago and there’s a section I wanted to read that’s completely waterlogged. It shouldn't be a surprise. It’s decades old and has survived through an apocalypse. Normally things like this don’t bug me much because I’m so used to it. Half of my Savage Starlight collection is damaged. I don’t think I’ll ever find the first book to actually complete the series, and that’s okay, because I’ve never expected anything more. But now that I know that there’s a world out there where I’d never have problems like this, stuff like this hurts. It’s so stupid. I’m lucky to be alive. Compared to what’s left of the world population, I live a much cushier life than most. But for the first time in a while, I’m wishing for more.  
“Greed is the enemy of happiness” is what Maria would say if I ever said this kind of shit out loud. But is it really? Or is it just realizing what life can be?
[Half a page of a drawing of the solar system, with each planet labeled]
February 22nd, 2038
Maria let me pick the sire for Shimmer’s foal. It felt kind of gross, to be honest. I asked Maria if there was any way for Shimmer to choose and I was only sort of joking, but she just laughed anyway and patted my back. I won’t have to worry about finding a new horse for another two seasons or so, she told me. It’ll be weird not having her for a little.
She also told me that there was still no word from anyone who knew anything about Terranova. She said this to me in this placating voice, like she thought that I was going to punch a hole in the wall or something after hearing it. That seems to be common when it comes to people talking about Y/N and me. I don’t know why so many people think I don’t like her staying with us.
I don’t, by the way. Let me be clear. But I mostly feel indifferent about her now. She doesn’t bother me as much anymore, not since she started getting out of the house. I think she might be helping in the gardens, but I’ve never actually asked. We don’t talk a whole ton. I don’t think she likes me all that much.
[A drawing of Shimmer’s head poking over her stall door that takes up one page]
March 2nd, 2038
Today was finally our first nice day of the year. I would’ve enjoyed it more if the bird that lives in the tree outside my window hadn’t blown me out of bed at 4 in the fucking morning. I’m exhausted now. It’s been a long day. Joel says I need to take Y/N out on patrol soon. Why, I have no idea. Maybe he just wants me to actually befriend her or something, and I do nothing but patrols now. He can’t possibly expect her to be a good patrol partner.
Thankfully, I checked the logs when I came back. The route he wants me to cover with her has been the quietest all season. I doubt we’ll run into anything. If we do, I’ll probably be able to handle it. Hopefully.
[Half a page of doodles, mostly of nature and wildlife with the exception of a half-finished doodle of an arm clad in a fabric that drapes like silk and a hand with polished nails]
March 3rd, 2038
Many surprising things were learned today. I can’t believe it’s illegal to be gay in Terranova. Sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just—out of all the things they could be bothered by, it’s that? Really?
March 12th, 2038
I haven’t been good at journaling recently. I don’t really want to talk about why. You know why.
[Six pages of drawings, with many unfinished doodles of Y/N—including but not limited to her on her horse, her reading on the couch, and one with her sitting in what is a very loose interpretation of a classroom, taking notes]
March 13th, 2038
I will feel more normal tomorrow. Hopefully.
[Two pages of drawings, all of Y/N. One is her bent over a book, the other is her smiling up at you]
March 14th, 2038
I did something really stupid. I think I should probably just document this here so I don’t accidentally drunkenly spill it all out to Dina at the next bonfire. This is so embarrassing. I don’t get why I feel this way. It’s so stupid, you know? To feel anything towards someone who’s so…I don’t know. Different.
She gives me the weirdest looks sometimes. I can’t tell what they mean. It feels like she’s judging me. And why wouldn’t she be? I bet all the girls she spends her time around back home are just like her—perfect, orderly, pretty, proper. The day before I took her patrolling she gawked at the shorts I was wearing. It was borderline offensive. Actually, fuck that. It wasn’t borderline. It was offensive. You don’t just stare at people like that. She should know that.
Anyway, I invited her over to my room last night. Normal, right? Because we’ve been doing that a little since I took her on patrol, by the way. I’m not sure if I mentioned that before. But this time I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m…I don’t know. Creepy? Strange? Scary? She told me that she thought I was intimidating. And then I called her “untouched”, like how some old-timer devout Christian wackjob or whatever would describe virginity. It was so fucking weird of me. I don’t know what got into me, but she kept doing this thing where she kicked my foot with hers or touched my knee and it just threw me off. It took me forever to fall asleep last night—I kept replaying what I’d said to her, especially how I’d told her that she wouldn’t have made it if she were me like I was some sort of hardcore survivalist. I think I embarrassed her. I’m never doing anything like this again. I’m going to be dead sober every time I see her from now on.
I’ll stop talking about that. Y/N did come back after I’d made a fool of myself and showed me her collection of movies, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. I haven’t watched any movies since I was with Cat. When we first started dating, I’d invite her over and she’d sit right where Y/N did last night. I’m trying to not think of the implications, because it’s space girl, and she’s going home sometime soon.
[Three pages of drawings follow—some nature drawings of ferns and moths, others of Y/N with wet hair, her knees tucked up to her chin like she’d been in Ellie’s bed that night]
March 19th, 2038
It’s the Spring Equinox. That’s the first thing Y/N told me this morning when she saw me in the kitchen this morning. She gave me a mini lecture on what that meant for the planet’s axis tilt and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I already knew, since she seemed really excited to tell me.
I made a horrible discovery yesterday, by the way. Maria came up to me and told me that Tommy had decided to reach out to some of his other buddies up North to see if they had any connections to Terranova, and for the first time, I felt myself hoping that it wouldn’t work.
It’s awful. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Even in Jackson, where things are comparatively much better than the rest of the world, there’s risk. Just this winter, one family had to be kicked out when they were found hiding an infected son. No one here is completely safe, just safer. I shouldn’t be selfish. Y/N needs to go where she’s meant to be, where there’s no chance of infection or invasion. I’ll be fine. I just need to get over whatever this is.
Speaking of her, I need to go get her to tell her that we’re heading out on patrol in just a few minutes. Fingers crossed she doesn’t accidentally shoot me, but Joel swore up and down that she knows how to handle a gun now. Sure. Haha.
I’m back. It’s the middle of the night and she only just left my room. I don’t know how much detail I need to go into—chances are I won’t forget this. But for bookkeeping purposes: patrol did not go so hot. I had to give her stitches without any local anesthesia. I’ve never given stitches to anyone nearly in my lap before. I was really nervous, too. I don’t think I’ve ever had to focus so much on keeping my hands steady when it came to stitching someone up before, not even with Joel.
I’m starting to think that maybe I was wrong about thinking that she didn’t like me. I still can’t tell exactly what she thinks of me, and I know that it’s a really bad fucking idea to be entertaining thoughts like these, but tonight she did something that made me reconsider. She got under the covers with me, and instead of moving away to keep us from touching, she rested her head next to mine on the pillow.
I hope she couldn’t hear how much my heart was racing. People can’t hear that kind of stuff, right? Even if they’re close?
I’m being ridiculous. There’s no way she—No. She doesn’t see me like that.
March 21st, 2038
She rested her head on my shoulder today. I don’t know what to think of it. If she was normal and grew up like the rest of us did, I would know exactly what to think. But she’s not normal, and it’s not fair of me to treat her like she is. Maybe this is, like, a culturally acceptable thing back from where she grew up. Maybe rich people just cuddle each other all the time. I wouldn’t fucking know, and unfortunately no one in this godforsaken town can help, because there’s a distinct lack of what Maria calls the “bourgeoisie”. They’re all either dead or back where Y/N grew up, doing whatever rich snobs do.
Even if it is normal for her, I feel like I can’t stop analyzing everything she does. She seems more nervous around me than she does anyone else, but she lingers like she can’t help herself. I’ve noticed that she stumbles over her words and touches me much more than is really necessary. Or at least I think she does—maybe I’m just imagining things.
But even if it means what I think it does, I can’t let myself think like this. It’s not fair to her. No one deserves to live here if they have the choice. At least the people out here know how to handle it. She doesn’t, and I don’t want her to turn into the type of person who does.
When I stitched her up and teased her about being weak and sensitive, I think she thought I was insulting her. I try not to think about it, but if I let myself wallow too much, I’ll wonder what kind of person I’d be if I wasn’t so jaded. Maybe I’d draw more, or read more, or write more. Maybe I’d be an easier person to love. I didn’t get to choose how I turned out. It just happened to me.
So if she has the choice, I’m going to do everything I can to help her make the right one. I don’t want her to be like this.
March 29th, 2038
I had a dream about Riley last night. I haven’t had one of those in years, not since I was traveling with Joel. We were back in the mall, and Riley had just turned the lights on as a surprise. I had this feeling then, like I was being given a second chance. That I could set things straight and do what was right. I woke up before I could insist that we leave.
[A drawing takes up half of the next page. It’s a crude depiction of the mall Riley turned in.]
April 4th, 2038
It’s the middle of the night again. I can’t sleep. I’m so disappointed with myself about what I did tonight with Y/N. At the time, it seemed like a really good idea. She likes me back, apparently. I was right about everything that I wrote about earlier, I guess. But it certainly doesn’t feel like I thought it would.
It’s not like there’s no part of me that isn’t thrilled that she feels the same way. That’s why I gave in and slept with her. But even when she told me how she felt, even before I completely lost my self-control, something heavy was already hanging over me. Regret, maybe. Or guilt. I don’t know. What I do know is that this can’t last. I can’t make this good for her like I want to. She needs to go back, and she needs to be able to feel like she can make that choice without feeling like she’s leaving anything good behind.
I’m not a spiritual person. but even so, I can’t help but feel like that dream of Riley was a sign. This is my second chance. I’m not going to fuck it up this time. I’ve already been an accomplice of so much suffering. Y/N is going home, and I’ll never see her again when she does. That’s that.
It took all I had left in me in the end to kick her out. She looked so hurt, and the fact that she tried to hide it made it even worse. I wish I could tell her why this can’t work, but I don’t think she’d understand.
[A drawing of Y/N kissing Ellie’s palm follows, her hair slightly mussed]
April 6th, 2038
I need to stop making rash decisions like knocking on her door late at night and asking her to come over. I really don’t know what’s gotten into me, because whenever I see her now, I can’t help but freeze up. Like last night, when she kissed me and touched my face and told me she thought I was a good person. I panicked and told her—well, nevermind. I don’t really want to repeat it here. It was mean, but I didn’t know what else I could do to get her to stop.
She was already tearing up by the time she left. I had to sit down and breathe deeply for a few minutes before I was sure I wasn’t going to be sick. I don’t really think I want to write more about this right now. It just makes me sad how unfair this all is. Of course the one time after Cat that I meet someone I really like it just has to be in one of the cruelest scenarios possible. I just have no idea what to do.
[Five pages of drawings follow of Y/N in bed, her head tilted back against the pillow, her eye’s half lidded, and her mouth slightly agape. Ellie redraws this multiple times, x-ing out parts that don’t seem quite right]
April 10th, 2038
I know this is none of my business, but she’s been spending a lot of time with Dina lately. She nearly got herself killed getting a gift for me with Dina yesterday, which feels like some sort of especially cruel joke. The universe isn’t being very fucking subtle right now.
If what I’m worried about is right, at least Dina has the option to come with her up North. She’d test negative.
April 20th, 2038
I would really like it if I could have one short break from the misery that’s my life right now. I turned 20 yesterday, accidentally introduced Y/N to my ex, proceeded to get much drunker than I meant to, completely fell off my rocker and asked Y/N to stay the night, and then discovered this morning that not only has Terranova found Y/N but that my strategy of keeping Y/N at arm’s length completely failed.
She wants me to come with her, and she’s threatening to stay here otherwise. I did the only thing that I could think to do and snapped at her.
I’m so tired of this. I hate having to act like I don’t care. This is the third time now that I’ve had to say something nasty to her to keep her from getting too close. I just want to get in bed and sleep until she leaves and I can pretend like nothing ever happened and that everything is normal.
[One page of drawings of Y/N passed out in her bed and Y/N grinning while holding a lopsided cake]
April 28th, 2038
I know I haven’t been writing much again. Sorry about that. I just can’t bear to think about my life right now. I know I should be relieved—this is what I wanted. I wanted her to go where it’s best for her.
But there’s still that selfish part of me that keeps me up at night. Y/N is going to leave this place never knowing how I feel about her. Logically, that should be what I want. This way I won’t need to say a real goodbye. I know I won’t need to now, since she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. It’s really fucking immature of me to be so hurt by what she must think of me now, but I can’t stop.
I wonder how long it will take for me to stop feeling sad about this. I’ve never had to process anything like this where there’s nothing I can do. With Riley and Sam, I at least got to heal from the knowledge that I was going to help make the vaccine to save the world. But losing Y/N just because of where we come from is totally meaningless. I can go forward knowing that I made it easy for her to make the right decision, but that only goes so far.
I don’t know how I’m going to handle this. I’m going to practically live with Dina so I don’t need to be alone for the first few weeks.
I wish May 8th would just come already so she can go away and I can get on with my life.
May 1st, 2038
Things have changed some. Joel cornered me in the kitchen last night and told me that I needed to grow up and just appreciate the rest of the time I had left with Y/N. I was going to agree and try to walk past him, but he stopped me and told me that he needed me to escort Y/N. I guess he’s right. She can’t go alone, and Joel and Tommy are getting a little too old for week-long expeditions into the wilderness.
He also told me that I need to apologize to her and make things right, saying shit like I’d regret it forever if things ended between us like this. I don’t want to admit it, but I think he’s right. When I told him that she’d originally threatened to stay if I didn’t go with her, he blinked, hard. Then he told me that he had an idea.
I’m faking it. I’m telling her that I’m going, even though I’m going to leave her when she gets picked up. I don’t know how I’m going to pull it off. When I told her in the meadow last night, she was so happy. I know it’s really sappy and cliche to say this, but I felt my heart shatter, bit by bit. I’m not a very good liar, not to people who are important to me. But I suppose I’ve been lying to her all this time, kicking her out of my room and telling her that I didn’t want anything more with her.
I can do this, I think. I have to do this, or else she might threaten to stay, and I don’t think I have it in me to be cruel again. Not to her. I guess I’ll just trick myself into feeling like I’m actually coming with her, like we have a chance of actually being together. I don’t know. We’ll see.
[One drawing of Y/N laying down in the meadow that takes up half a page]
May 3rd, 2038
It’s easier than I expected. Y/N sleeps over in my room at night, and if I don’t think too hard about it, I can pretend like things will always be like this.
I’m getting to be such a sap, though. I almost broke down in the bathroom today while I was getting ready. It was over the stupidest thing—a toothpaste bottle. Y/N always folds it so neatly, making a perfect, tight spiral of plastic near the end. It used to really bother me when I first had to share with her (because who does that—it’s weird and doesn’t do anything since she doesn’t manage to squeeze out the extra in the bottom anyways), but the thought of throwing it out when it finally emptied and having to find another one that’ll never be folded again hit me and suddenly I was counting my inhales and exhales. I don’t really give a shit about toothpaste. It’s just that it was the moment that I realized that she’s really going to be gone soon, you know? Slowly but surely, the evidence of her stay here will be wiped away and replaced. Someday I’ll forget all the little details about her.
She’s knocking on my door. I need to stop being so depressed and go see her before she picks up that something’s wrong.
[One small doodle of Y/N smiling and rolling her eyes while brushing her teeth]
May 6th, 2038
Dina’s coming now. Y/N told me this morning after she went to say goodbye. I feel really shitty about this. I guess I should tell her that I’m not going now, because this way Y/N needs to go home to get Dina the help she needs, but I just can’t bring myself to. I’ll have to escort both of them to the pickup spot anyway since Dina’s weaker now that she’s pregnant, and the thought of having to spend a full week with Y/N after she knew I lied to her makes my skin crawl. I can’t tell who I’m trying to protect by doing this—me or her. Maybe both.
I’m losing my two favorite people here, and they don’t even know it yet. But this is the best option. This is my chance to finally do some good in the world.
May 7th, 2038
I’m about to go stargazing with Y/N for the last time. I don’t think I’ll be writing in here again until I get back. I don’t want to risk losing this while I’m out in case something crazy happens. Which it probably will, but I canonically happen to be really good at living when shit hits the fan. Also—I don’t imagine Y/N to be a particularly nosy person, but if she ever came across this and thought it was a book or something, it would make things really awkward. So, you’re staying tucked carefully under my bed until I come back later this month.
I don’t know how to handle this sort of goodbye. I don’t really know how to handle any sort of goodbye, I guess, but at least I’ve been through them before. I may not do it well, but I know how to live when people I love die. But this isn’t like that. No one is dying (hopefully), and more importantly, I know it’s a goodbye this time. I see it coming on the horizon and I can’t even tell anyone about it. How does anyone deal with that? How does anyone cope?
Y/N’s knocking on my door now. I need to go before I start thinking even more and do something stupid like start crying or whatever.
I’ll be back in about two weeks.
June 1st, 2038
Sorry for not writing. It’s been pretty shitty, actually. It took me 5 extra days to get home because some scavengers gave me trouble. I hardly slept for most of them. I ran out of ammo about 4 days out and had to use my knife for everything I ran into until I was able to raid the cabinets of this abandoned cabin. Nearly got taken out by a clicker, too. It was not fun. It was especially not fun because I was not feeling super great to begin with, for obvious reasons.
Things haven’t gotten any better since getting back to Jackson. Y/N didn’t take her stupid Exoplanetary Systems textbook and now I’m struggling with whether or not I should throw it out. The rational side of me says to keep it because it was published after the outbreak and probably contains updated information that isn’t anywhere else. The rest of me doesn’t even want to look at the stars anymore because it reminds me of her.
It’s really hard not to blame her for ruining everything. I can’t go out and ride my own horse without thinking about the first time we went on patrol together and she dropped my gun and nearly killed one of us. And I can’t even relax in my own home, because I’ve spent almost every night with her since March in my bed. Sometimes when I hear a creak in the middle of the night I assume it’s her walking down to the bathroom or getting water until it hits me again that she’s never coming back.
I know I’m being melodramatic. There are many other worse problems I could be having right now. But I don’t even have my best friend anymore. I wonder if Dina and Y/N are angry with me for lying. I wonder if they’re settling in okay. I hope that Y/N manages to fix whatever her research was and that Dina gets better.
[Twenty pages of drawings of Y/N and Dina together. Some are snippets of them on their expedition to the pickup site. Others are pictures of Y/N and Dina walking around with smiles on their faces in what looks to be a city]
June 21st, 2038
It’s been over a month since I’ve last seen her. I had a breakdown while getting ready for bed when I realized that I didn’t remember what her voice sounded like anymore.
[Ten pages of half-finished drawings, each with its face scribbled over]
June 28th, 2038
I don’t think I really remember what she looks like—not exactly. I’ve been trying to draw her because I’m still in the habit of making decisions that are definitely not good for my mental state. I just can’t do it, and it isn’t for the lack of trying. Every time I get to her eyes I keep drawing something that looks wrong, but I can never tell why. I compare it to my earlier drawings of her from when we first met and it feels like meeting her for the first time again.
Joel says it’ll pass and that he’s proud of me for doing the right thing. Jessie and I have been hanging out more. Even if he won’t admit it, I can tell he’s miserable without Dina. But he understands why she had to go—just like how I feel about Y/N. And Dina too, of course. Jackson feels like a ghost town without her.
July 17th, 2038
I haven’t been writing or drawing in here for a while, I know. I was going to just go ahead and start a new journal—you know the one that Maria gave me for Christmas with the dark blue cover—but it didn’t feel right to just stop without explaining. Otherwise I’ll feel like an asshole for wasting so much paper.
I don’t want to move on from what happened with Y/N and Dina. I really don’t, but I don't think I have a choice. If I keep going on like this, I’ll never be able to live normally again. I’m just sick and tired of being sad all of the time. So I’m not going to write here anymore. I don’t think it’s realistic for me to forget all about it, because I don’t want to forget her. Not really. But I guess if I want to get better, I’ll need something different. So, here’s that. The beginning of my fresh start. “Fresh start” and you call me overdramatic!! haha. Y/N was here!
(You left this on your nightstand. I promise I didn’t read too much. I opened it because I thought it was your sketchbook. I’m going to put this back since I hear you walking down the hall now.)
ok as an aside my blog is broken so my stuff isn’t notifying people when i tag/showing up on dashes or in tags. please reblog if you’re comfortable so people can actually find this! thank you!
final a/n: i totally get it if this wasn’t quite your cup of tea this time—i just really wanted to iron out ellie’s pov before their reunion in the end. which is happening and not a spoiler because i have always promised a hea! this was a change in pace for the story and i promise you that the next chapter will be more normal/align more with my normal writing style. i have also changed my mind (probably) and have decided to stick with writing an epilogue! so two more chapters are coming before this is totally over. thank you so much for waiting and being so patient! i love you all dearly ok bye bye now
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I definitely felt the shift in mood in the video too... And I know a lot of people said Jimin has Jungkook to protect him now (and I know the vast majority only meant it jokingly) this video made it really clear to me that they BOTH need each other and that I'm SO SO SO grateful they won that lottery. For whatever personal reasons those two seem to be extra sad about their ms
I agree with you. It's been a bit annoying to read how many fans argue about who made the decision for whom because many make it sound like one of them somehow sacrificed themselves for the other and I don't think that's the case. This had to be a decision that worked for both of them. That they both wanted and maybe needed, even if the reasons were a little different for each.
Many have talked about Jimin needing Jungkook but we have seen that for years Jungkook has needed Jimin to be his emotional support. Jimin is the one who wiped Jungkook's tears, who cheered him up when he was too hard on himself, and who ran to him when Jungkook had an accident because he thought he would be crying. Jungkook on the other hand, seems to be Jimin's safe place, the one who makes him laugh, the one who gets him out of his head. The one that Jimin always says is there to protect him. The one who often calms any insecurities Jimin may have.
It is mutual support. It's 'I'll be there for you as much as you are there for me'. Maybe sometimes one needs to give 70% because the other can only give 30% but that's how human relationships are. And that's how I think their relationship is.
This is something that Jimin and Jungkook wanted to do. This is something that maybe Jimin and Jungkook needed to do.
They decided to do it this way because Jimin needs Jungkook as much as Jungkook needs Jimin.
Or they did it this way because they both wanted this way.
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Dr. Stone Senku Head Canons
Fandom: Dr Stone
Summary: Just head canons cuz why not
Characters: Senku, Taiju, Chrome, Tsukasa, Yuzuriha, Gen, Kinro, Ginro and Kohaku The rest of them are still in the works and will be like 2 or 3 posts, also open to requests of later anime charas as well!
Tags: Fluff, crack, romance
Note: Has a few minor anime spoilers from like season 1 or 2 so I hope you're up to date-ish! Just a bunch of Senku brain rot at this point LOL
Extra note: this is VERY old i wrote it like..... 2020? maybe even 2019 so i'll prob re do the whole thing ^^'
Senku Ishigami
Random head canons:
- He likes memes enough said
- Def laughed at that one video of the slice of bread falling over (see video above)
- Has had a crush o n c e and never again
- My man would never admit it tho
- Okok but real quick crack head canon about his hair:
- Originally it was actually spiky when he was young (like we've all seen those crazy pics of kids with really spiky hair)
- Byakuya was just like "If he likes it why should I change it"
- Eventually it started to grow down tho but Senku used hair gel and hair spray to keep it in place
- I know what y'all are thinking: "But Chimuko what about in the stone world?" Now hear me out on this-
- He shaved his head while in Africa studying Ebola cuz it was really hot there
- And because he styled it the same way for years it just grew back kinda coarse and in that position
- When Senku realized this he was actually happy he didn't have to waste money on hair products anymore XD
- Also why it stays like that in the stone world, it just
- Grows like that LOL
- He probably brought explosives to the park before the stone world cuz he was doing an experiment and needed space
- He almost got arrested for this
- Was lowkey jealous his dad went to space before he did but is actually really proud of him
- He needs to be reminded to eat and sleep sometimes because he gets so into a project
- is actually a really good artist
- HE. CAN. COOK. I SAID IT
- After all food is just science right?
- God the amount of chemical burns this boy has gotten by accident is so concerning
- Does that thing in the grocery store where he hops on the cart while he pushes it (I just think this would be cute ianwkddoisjwskdkxoa)
- Plays so many video games and has probably at least once tried to design/program his own
- Yuzuriha has painted his nails before. No I will not elaborate
- Taiju convinced Senku to try out for a sports team once.....
- It didn't end well
- Takes those weird quizes online like "What kind of pizza topping would you be" just so he can make fun of them
- Secretly is interested in them tho cuz how do they get their conclusions?? The scientist in him is showing
- Genuinely sees Ishigami village as his responsibility and wants the best for all them 🥺
- This man says "fuck" so often it's almost religiously
- Tries not to say it too much in front of the village kids but he lets it slip once in a while
Relationship head canons:
- Oh he's teasing his S/O any chance he gets
- Period.
- PDA? Eh. He's not much for it
- At most a peck on the lips and thats if he just won the lottery or smth very exciting
- It takes a bit.. but eventually he's gonna wanna cuddle his S/O every time they're alone
- In the lab alone? Cuddle.
- Sitting in the science shack? Cuddle.
- Mining for minerals? Well it may be a bit difficult but he'd sure as hell try
- Would run a lot of his plans by his S/O and tell them exclusive things
- Like something about the plan that will fall into place later that no one else knows about yet
- Once he's more comfortable with his S/O he'd be fine if you carry him around the village
- The boy has low stamina as is, just give him a break lma
-He's fine being wheeled around in a wagon so long as he doesnt have to do any physical work
- Would call his S/O his best lab assistant or partner in crime
- They would be a power couple hands down
- Catches himself doodling a picture of his S/O when he's thinking or drawing a blue print
- If his S/O said "I love you" and he was ready for it, he'd be all nonchalant and say something dumb like "I know" and then get all blushy later when they're alone and say he loves them too
- If his S/O said "I love you" and he wasn't ready well... His S/O has broken the poor boy, I think he'd be speechless or say something dumb like "Well yeah of course i'm so cool after all", def changes the subject right after
- Making his S/O gifts is his main source of showing affection
- Even if his S/O mentioned something in passing without much meaning behind it
- boom
- He'll put it on their bed or in the lab where he knows they'll find it
- He's ok with pet names but he'd rather be called something sweet than do the calling, he's shy teehee
- Tries his best and would honestly treat first times with his S/O (in regards to anything not just that) as expirments
- But not in a rude or inhumane way obviously
- Just like quietly taking notes to himself or takes extra long to do or say something new because he's going over all the possible outcomes in his head
- His S/O has to be a little patient with King of Science or else you'll get him flustered hehe
word count: 924
published: oct. 4th 2023
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I’ll beg on my knees for Dream saying I love you for the first time
you can get off your knees now don’t worry <3
Pairing: Cc!Dream x Gn!Reader
Fond Firsts
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He says it on accident, a one-off, but you certainly didn’t miss it. Not when they’re the words you’ve been aching to hear—and say—since the moment he first kissed you.
The movie, a horror he swears by, wasn’t one you had ever seen before. Hence the horror movie after Halloween, because spooky season wasn’t just limited to October with him. The first scare was minor, something you had been expecting the entire time. All the other ones? Not so much.
You had jumped for the thousandth time, blushing furiously and rolling your eyes at how Dream had laughed and tugged you closer to him. His arm was settled around your waist, pinning you close to him. Not that you minded. But the laughing stung just a bit.
“It’s not funny! You didn’t tell me there was so much… horror!” You defended yourself, making him laugh harder.
“It’s a horror movie!” He had exclaimed, then dropped with L-bomb with a casual smile on his face. “You jump so much, oh my God. I love you.”
And just like that, your breath was stolen.
You watch as his smile falters as he realizes, his eyes widening as he straightens. “Oh, shit. Fuck fuck fuck.” He murmurs, mostly himself. Panicked.
Was this a bad sign? A good sign?
You open and close your mouth wordlessly before finding something to say. “Are you okay?”
“I didn’t mean it.” Dream blurts out.
Hurt, sharp and roaring, tears up your insides. Claws your ribs apart, exposes your heart, and rips into it like a lion feasting. Oh.
“You… didn’t mean it?” You repeat slowly, like saying it all in a rush would break everything.
The movie, still playing and loud, is forgotten.
“I mean, I meant it, obviously, but I didn’t mean it then. Wait, no, I meant it then but not timing-wise. I just mean that it’s true but I had something planned! That wasn’t meant to happen right now!”
His hands, one along the curve of your waist from previously and the other newly placed on your arm squeeze like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You don’t run, not from him, but his fear is there all the same.
You’ve known him long enough to know the way he’s speaking. The rushed, panicked rhythm. The way he gets louder, higher-pitched. How his words don’t seem to match his brain anymore, because what he’s thinking and saying are two different things with the same objective.
But you’ve definitely never seen him panic over something like this. And there’s definitely no guidebook on what to do if your boyfriend fucks up and accidentally says “I love you” for the first time.
You curl a hand into his hair, soft beneath your fingers, and tug his lips to yours. Dream doesn’t resist, greedily taking in the kiss. He doesn’t pull away completely either, leaving his forehead resting against yours.
“I love you too.” You assure him, then add, “dumbass.”
“I had a plan.” He laments. “I was going to take you to a nice dinner and kiss you Goodnight and say it then.”
The fact you could picture it makes you laugh. Wine and candlelight, because he’s cheesy. It probably wouldn’t have ended with a kiss goodnight—you were both suckers for falling asleep together—but he definitely would’ve still found a way to make it the most romantic confession of love.
And yet, you prefer it this way.
“You can still do that.” You offer, smiling as he steals another kiss from you.
“It’s not the same.”
“I can pretend.”
“It’s still not the same.”
“I’m really good at pretending.”
He laughs, finally, and you’ve won the lottery. “Fine. I’ll surprise you with it.”
Dream pulls away, thinks better of it and gives you another kiss, then resettles to watch the movie again.
“I love you.” You hedge, studying his expression.
“I love you too.” His eyes and smile are soft when he glances at your face. “You’re missing all the good parts.”
“None of it is the good part.”
“Just watch.”
Sighing endearingly, you do as told and tune back into the movie.
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just saw your bart posts where Tim is freaked bc bart is less than human due to the speed force
I’m relatively new to the comics scene; are there any storylines where the reason for Wally’s estrangement w his parents is because they’re weirded out by his powers?
like a “speedster gothic” type take where their son has been replaced by this Thing(tm). it may look like wally and laugh like wally and geek out like wally but it’s not their son, it’s this super powered freak that’s trying to replace him?? Bc I think that’s a more realistic take on these well-meaning but extremely traditional Midwestern couple upholding the status-quo that have been confronted with a supernatural horror masquerading as their child (esp if we explore the take that wally was in a coma after the accident… he wakes up and is simply Not Wally anymore, at least not to them) rather than making them randomly verbally and physically abusive alcoholics like fanon often does.
So. Multiple things.
"well-meaning but extremely traditional mid-western couple" is extremely inaccurate I'm afraid. Wally also wasn't in a coma (that's a YJ animated thing) and they didn't know about his powers until he was well into his teenage years. Also, "randomly verbally and physically abusive alcoholics" is not a fanon thing, it's extremely canon.
Just for starters though: Rudy would not be freaked out if Wally displayed supernatural abilities. Rudy would be thrilled. Because Rudy is a member of cult and the only reason he married Mary and had Wally is because the cult told him to. His son was going to be 'powerful' and 'special'. Which is half the reason Rudy was so abusive (he literally hits Wally all the time in canon. Especially as a child but even as an adult. Even going so far as to bring other cultists to jump Wally in his own house) to Wally because Wally was just a normal average kid. If Wally was doing spooky shit Rudy would be ecstatic.
Uh, but yeah Rudy is fucking insane. Threaten to poison the little league coach to let Wally on the team insane. Run a child labor camp filled with landmines insane. Hire a hitman to murder his wife insane. THESE ARE ALL CANON THINGS HE HAS DONE.
Now, Mary isn't physically abusive but she is financially and emotionally abusive. She drained Wally's bank account after he won the lottery in like a week. She really only cares about appearances. She will nitpick the hell out of Wally to make sure he reflects well on her. She was also thrilled about Wally's powers btw. As long as he was public about his identity. She wants the world to know that her son is a hero. Her son is better than everyone else.
So yeah, I just don't really think it'd work considering Rudy actively wants Wally to display supernatural abilities and Mary acts like a pageant mom. Also hella inaccurate to say that Wally's parents are only abusive in fanon. Rudy's behavior could rival the goddamn joker, he's an actual sociopath. Mary is more subtle about it but goddamn, she isn't who she pretends to be.
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The Guardian of Republic City: Mako x Female Reader - Part One
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Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
Growing up poor in Republic City, you knew what it was like to search the street for pennies and have the rich look down on you like you were worthless. You'd grown up in the poorest section of the city with your mother and father who both worked 2 jobs each and still struggled to make ends meet. Their great-grandparents had come to this city from the Water Tribe hoping to find a better life but got stuck in the same cycle poor people always got trapped in and it was passed down to each new generation. All the way to your parents and you. When you were 16 your parents were both killed in a bending accident. A rich official was taken a wrong turn into your end of town and someone tried to mug them. The man's guards didn't hesitate, retaliating brutally, not caring who they knocked down trying to get the thief. Two such casualties were your parents. They didn't have water bending like you and were defenceless from the guard's flames. Your father was killed instantly shielding your mother and your mother passed away in the hospital a few hours later. You got to her in time to say goodbye. In her last moments she gave you the key to the family safe hidden under the floorboards in your small apartment. It contained all the money they'd managed to save over the years but it wasn't much. She told you to build a life for yourself and that she loved you with her last words. When you counted out your parent's life savings it all seemed so futile. They'd worked so hard and for what? You couldn't afford the rent alone on your wage and your landlord didn't care what you'd been through. He told you to pay up or get out. So you knew your time here was numbered and packed your meagre possessions to head to the water tribe where you hoped your distant family would take you in. Your parents had many family friends in Republic City and you did too, with your best friend Shara actually offering to take you in with her family but considering she had 5 other siblings you didn't think it was fair to take her up on her offer. So you said goodbye and bought your ticket for the boat to the Water Tribe. You had some time to kill before it left so you wandered around the pier and stopped at a small shop. You bought yourself a tea drink your parents had always said was too expensive but you promised yourself you'd buy it one day. Seeing as this was your last day in the city and you were almost penniless you figured you had nothing to lose and also bought a lottery ticket for fun.   You sat on a bench waiting for your ship and drank your tea as you scratched your lottery ticket, not really paying attention. "One airbender...two airbender..." you counted but paused as a third airbender appeared. One more and you'd win but these things were impossible to win right? Nobody even won them...then you revealed the fourth airbender. Time seemed to freeze and you felt like this was some sort of dream. You rubbed your eyes and flicked all the dust off the card but no there were really four airbenders. You had won the jackpot. You looked around almost expecting someone to grab it off you and quickly put it away safely in your pocket. You gathered your items and turned away from the boat. Republic City wasn't done with you yet.
  4 years later Mako hated attending these fancy parties but ever since Bolin left and Korra went back to the Water Tribe he couldn't be picky about what his one remaining friend Asami wanted to do when she was back in town. So he donned the suit he ironically wore on his first date with her and walked into the building. He gave his name to the man on the door and was waved inside. He was anxiously assessing the room when Asami found him. "Mako!" she called and rushed over to hug him. "It's so good to see you" she smiled and he nodded "you too, you look great". "So do you! it's been so long". "Too long" he agreed and got the content happy feeling you get when you're with a good friend. The two chatted, catching up before Asami introduced Mako to a few people. "Y/n will be here tonight and I want you to meet her" Asami said. Mako nodded "yes your new friend, the one you made in the Fire Nation". Asami nodded "she's amazing Mako! You will just love her". Mako pursed his lips but didn't comment. He'd heard a lot about you in the past few months. A rich philanthropist from the Fire Nation who had come to save Republic City's poor. You'd arrived earlier this year and had set up factories and businesses in which you mainly employed the poorest of the city. You gave them good wages and safe working conditions which quickly generated a lot of workers and in turn lots of output with you opening up more and more locations. Asami had met you in the Fire Nation on a visit and helped you set up your first factories here in the city. Since then you'd since been working together closely and now you successfully supplied most of her factories. You'd also been providing education for your workers too and now had opened a school for their children too. That's what this whole party was for. It all sounded a little too good to be true in Mako's opinion. Some rich stranger shows up from nowhere and just starts helping the poor people for little gain herself? Something had to be wrong. You had to have some ulterior motive. "I just don't get why she chose her of all places" Mako said "rich people rarely do things out of the kindness of their own hearts". "She's a nice person Mako, not everyone has a deep dark secret". "But nobody even knows that much about her" Mako argued "where is she even from?". "There's nothing wrong with being private Mako and we know she's from the Fire Nation. It's not some big secret". "Then why start an empire here? Why not back in the Fire Nation? There are poor people there". "Well she told me she spent some time here as a child. We must've just made an impression on her that's all" Asami shrugged before shushing him "oh it's starting". Mako turned to see the host calling for attention. He explained how you were a friend of his and described the new school you were building. He exaggerated it in the typical way rich people did and Mako resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This whole event could've fed kids like him and Bolin for months. Then when you appeared Mako did hesitate in his ridicule of you because well you were beautiful and he was a stickler for pretty women. You were dressed in a gorgeous fitted suit with a beautiful wrap that hung off you dramatically. Your hair framed your face and your bright eyes showed curiosity and warmth. You weren't smiling but had a kind expression as you surveyed the room and joined your friend. Everything about you just screamed extravagance which reminded Mako of how he felt when he first met Asami. Totally out of his depth in a room full of people who never helped people like him. Still he was here to enjoy the party and be with his friend so he ignored everyone else and focused on Asami, the one rich person he knew he could trust. Your POV You eyed the room suspiciously and kept an anxious track of the time with your watch hidden just out of view on your wrist. You only had a limited amount of time here and had to do a round of the whole room before you could politely slip away. You'd saved your friend Asami for later in the evening as you figured you'd need a friendly face at the end. So as you were nearing the end of the night you approached her and she saw you coming and smiled. "Y/n" she grinned and hugged you. Her friendliness always surprised you and it was one of the reasons you felt comfortable with her despite her high-class status. "Asami thank you so much for coming, it's wonderful to see you" you smiled back. "I wouldn't miss it for the world" she told you and then glanced at her friend. You immediately panicked when you saw he had all the firebender features. Black hair, high cheekbones, golden eyes...textbook Fire Nation. Your story was pretty solid but being around people from the country you were supposed to have grown up in made you nervous. "Y/n this is my friend Mako, he's an ex-pro-bender and a detective under chief Beifong". That immediately made you relax as he was definitely from Republic City then. "Mako this is y/n, philanthropist, CEO and all-around great person". You smiled at Asami and then extended a hand to her friend "nice to meet you Mako". "You too" he said but his eyes didn't match his words. Judging by his suit which didn't fit him very well and looked a little worn, he wasn't from money. You and Asami chatted for while but Mako didn't say a word. You glanced at him and tried to bring him into the conversation "so Mako are you enjoying the party". Mako nodded "I am but I must admit I find it hard at these events sometimes". Asami elbowed him but you shook your head "no it's fine, please tell me why you find it hard". Mako looked at Asami and then continued "just the splendour of it all seems...wasteful and unnecessary. The food alone here could feed 10 kids for a week". Asami look livid but you nodded "I agree". "You do?" Mako asked and you nodded "yes that's why all this food has been purchased from local businesses across the city to help those small families and communities flourish. Any leftover food is being sent directly to a food bank to feed the homeless and poor. The outfit I am wearing was purchased from a charity auction where I bid money for it with the proceeds going to the Earth Kingdom refugees in Republic City. This building is one I recently bought and in the day it is an educational space for my workers who could never afford school or need qualifications to reach their desired careers. I assure you Mako I understand your frustration with these events and I would not attach my name to it if I hadn't tried to make it as beneficial to the community as possible". You finished your speech to find Mako staring at you stunned while Asami just stood there smirking "now do you see what I mean about her?" Asami asked. Mako nodded "I do...I'm sorry for questioning you". You shook your head "not at all, we all need to be questioned to keep us in check". Mako smiled "it's nice to know we have some rich people who actually care about the little people. You lived in Republic City too didn't you?" Mako asked. You tensed up as you always did when someone asked about your past but nodded "originally, but I've lived in the Fire Nation since I was a child". Mako looked like he was going to ask more questions so you excused yourself as someone called your name and said goodbye. "It was nice to meet you" Mako said and you nodded "you too" and walked away trying not to rush. You checked your watch, you had 10 minutes to go. Mako's POV After you'd walked away  Asami smiled "she's amazing isn't she?". Mako nodded "she is, I totally had her wrong but there's one thing that's bothering me. She lied when she said she grew up in the Fire Nation". Asami frowned "what, how can you tell?". "I've been trained in interrogating people and she was lying. Not about anything else just about growing up in the Fire Nation". Asami shrugged "how strange, why would she lie about something like that?" and Mako shrugged just as clueless "I have no idea". An hour later Make was on his way home when he heard shouting. He ran around the corner to see a rich man he recognised from the event earlier yelling. He was running towards three figures who were rushing away from a building. The man caught one of them by the arm and tried to stop them but the other person just knocked him down with water bending. Mako rushed forwards to help and caught the man "I'm an officer what's happening?". "This is my building and they're robbing me! Stop them!' the man yelled and Mako turned to see the van had taken off and the motorbike was following. He targeted the bike and sent some firebending at it. The fire knocked the bike over spilling the two passengers to the floor. One checked the other was okay before standing up to fight Mako. The water bender. "I'm an officer of the Republic City Police, surrender and put your hands up" Mako said although he knew it wouldn't achieve anything. He was right, the thief shot a beam of water right at his head. Mako dodged but the thief was definitely on the offensive trying to push him back. Mako tried to outmanoeuvre the fluid attacks but his formal wear was making it hard to fight back. He cursed his smart shoes as they slipped on the wet floor and barely raised his arms in time to intercept the attack coming right for him. He was thrown back by a jet of water and collapsed on the floor trying to regain his footing. However by that time, the thief had disappeared on the motorbike and there was nothing Mako could do.   They got away. A few days later Mako was still recovering from his fight with the water bender. He had bruises galore and still felt like a failure which didn't help considering the man who got robbed blamed him completely. The rich gentleman told Beifong it was Mako's fault for not apprehending the thief and that he should be fired. Asami told him the man was an asshole but this was a whole other level and Mako was almost pleased someone robbed him. As it had been a trying week Mako took a long dinner to meet Asami. He headed to her office and almost walked right into you. He jumped as he saw you and instantly felt embarrassed for questioning you the other night. "I'm sorry" you said moving out of his way but he shook his head "no I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, it's my fault". "It's Mako right?" you said recognising him and Mako resisted a shiver as your eyes scanned him. "How are you?" you asked and Mako smiled "I'm good thanks, how are you?". "Well thank you" but you trailed off noticing the bruises on his face "are you okay? What happened?". "I'm fine I just found some people robbing a factory on the way home from your party and tried to stop them...it didn't go well". You frowned "I heard something happened but I had no idea you were the officer injured. I can't help but feel partly responsible". Mako could tell you were sincere and quickly shook his head "it was your fault..you didn't rob him". "They did that to you?" you winced and Mako nodded "yes but I'm fine I promise". You nodded  "well that's good...I apologise but I must run. I have a meeting in town". Mako nodded "of course" and stood to one side to let you pass. He watched you go and stood staring for a few seconds before he carried on inside. He walked into the building and found Asami. "Hey ready for lunch?" she asked. Mako nodded "I just passes y/n, she noticed the mark on my face and asked if I was all right". Asami smiled "she's nice like that and I can tell you think she's attractive". Mako went to disagree but Asami smirked "I know you Mako there's no use lying" and so with a sigh he went quiet. Asami smiled "you should try talking to her. From what I can gather she doesn't have tons of friends here and I'm sure she'd like to get to know you. You both have a lot in common considering you're both from Republic City and the Fire Nation". Mako frowned, worried you'd judge him for how little he knew about his heritage "I might do". "Why don't you just stop by her school one night? They do evening classes, maybe there's something there you'd like to learn?". Mako shrugged and told her he'd think about it. Your POV You returned home and made sure you were alone before proceeding to the hidden staircase underneath your bookshelf. You walked down the lofty staircase and came to your underground storage unit. Shara was there sorting through the loot with two of her brothers and you nodded to her "how's the shoulder? Need any more healing". Your best friend smiled "I told you last night the bruising is misleading. I'm fine". "You fell off a motorbike" you reminded her and she gave you her arm sighing. "So I've been sorting through the stuff all day" she said and you nodded "is it what we wanted?". She nodded "it is, the exact shipment. It couldn't have gone any better...except perhaps for that fire bender". You nodded "Detective Mako, should I be worried about him?". Bihan, Shara's eldest brother hesitated "he's a good cop which is bad news for us. I don't think we need to be worried yet but I'd keep an eye on him. He's friends with your friend Asami right? That's the perfect excuse". You nodded "that’s a good idea I’ll do that”. “He’s cute though” Shara said under her breath and you shook your head as her brothers glared at her. “What? He is!” she said defensively and you chuckled “thanks for sorting all of this, do you need a lift home?". Shara’s younger brother Rulo smiled “Y/n we live 3 streets away”.  "I know but you guys are the closest thing I have to family. You helped me set up my business and all of this when I had nobody else to turn to. You’re all putting your lives at risk to help me so giving you a lift home is the least I can do”. Shara shook her head “y/n we all agreed to help you because we believe in you and trust you”. Rulo nodded “already you’ve changed this city and made all of our lives better. Not to mention our younger siblings can actually go to school because of you and we’re all in classes too!” he said happily. “We think of you as family too” Bhian told you “and family help one another...although it is weird seeing you in that disguise” he said gesturing to the black wig and golden contacts you always wore to hide your identity. “So the point is, you owe us nothing” Shara said “but we will take that lift, it’s cold outside”. You smiled and left your hideout safely secured. 
You arrived at your school shortly afterwards and smiled at your assistant headteacher Naoki. "So how is our first week looking?" you asked. "Excellently" they smiled "attendance was been exceeded even our own expectations with almost 97% attending. Much higher than the local schools. It seems your theory about making the school local and the hours accessible was correct". You smiled watching the young students clustered around tables with their heads in books. Then you looked to the left where the adults were also learning skills from how to read and write to complex mathematics. "I am pleased, this is more than I could've dreamed". "We've had a lot of interest from all over the city too. An officer came in just a few minutes before and mentioned he knew you" they said gesturing to a tall figure in the back. You recognised Mako immediately from his broad shoulders and paused, your conversation with Shara and her brothers coming back to you. You had no idea why he was here but you had to remain calm and play this perfectly. 
Mako was reading the list of classes your school offered when you appeared beside him "anything caught your eye?" you asked. Mako jumped before he realised it was you "y/n! It's nice to see you again. I just wanted to stop by and see how your school was doing but I can see it's doing amazing". You smiled "yes we've had a lot of interest. Most of the children's parents work for me so it’s great childcare and the parents are right across the hall studying too. It warms my heart to see families being able to receive an education together". Mako nodded "I bet it's more than most of them ever dreamed, they must be grateful to you". You shook your head "everyone deserves the right to education and to pursue the life they want. I am only providing them with that right". Mako smiled becoming fonder of you by the second "is there any way I can help out?". "Help out?" you asked "I thought you were here for lessons". Mako paused "I was but hearing you talk about bettering other people's lives makes me want to as well. I used to be one of those kids and I want to help other people so do you have use of me?". You smiled "I think so, we have bending classes Monday and Friday evenings. I'm sure the students would be floored to have an ex-pro bender as their coach". Mako smiled "I'd love to! What time does it start?". Mako's POV Mako walked out of the school feeling more peppy than usual. His hope had been restored in the world somewhat and he now had an excuse to spend more time with you. It was only when he got home that he wondered how you knew he was a firebender. Asami had only said he was a pro-bender and never mentioned his element. Then Mako realised there were many ways you might've worked it out. His appearance alone was a pretty big give away and you could've asked around about him. He hoped it was the latter. The idea of you asking people about him made him smile. Mako had a good feeling about you.
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This wonderful request was by @aoncyberplague and I loved writing it! 
This will be a three to four part series but I’m not sure which as I haven’t finished writing it yet :) 
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edgesystem · 6 months
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Bone Velvet
My very first Big Bang! And my first grishaverse fic. And my first real use of this tumblr account. Lots of firsts, really. Thank you @grishaversebigbang for existing so I can make random stories and get awesome art out of it.
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Summary: 
Mal has spent his entire life in the shadow of his popular and competent childhood friend, Alina Starkov. But when a terrible accident exposes his ability to summon light, he is torn from everything he knows and taken to the little palace for training. Given true power for the first time in his life, Mal finds himself in a position where his choices will affect all of Ravka.
A role reversal AU where Mal is the sun summoner instead of Alina.
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Alexei
One marker in, Alexei decided he was finally going to confront Alina, and it only took until the third marker for him to actually do it. The boards of the sand skiff creaked slightly as he made his way to the strange blue light Alina sat directly underneath, sketching the beginnings of a new map.
She was stunning, as alway. There was a vibrancy to her, an inner glow that always took Alexei’s breath away. He was not alone of course. Her natural aura combined with her delicate shu features and made her widely popular. Alina had numerous suitors, both in and out of the cartography corps. Yet she never seemed particularly interested in any of them. Alexei himself had given up some time ago.
“What are you making? He asked her.
Alina smiled slightly and Alexei tried not to faint on the spot. “A map of the fold.”
He peered over at the piece of paper, trying to glimpse her work in the dim light. He could make out a few decrepit buildings, the markers for the skiff and even a volcra nest slightly ahead of them. Alexei could barely see an inch away from his own face, but he was certain the map was accurate. Alina had a knack, something no one could properly explain.
“Is that why you did it?” Alexei asked, “So you could map the fold?”
“Did what?” Alina laughed nervously. Her smile could melt all of the ice in Fjerda
“I saw you in the map room.”
Alina’s expression quickly transitioned into a distressed frown. “I didn’t mean for everyone to get transferred. It was only supposed to be me.”
“I’m not mad.” Alexei reassured her, “I just want to know why.”
There was a brief moment of silence when Alina’s eyes drifted over to the side of the sand skiff. Alexei was already fairly sure he knew what she was looking at, but he turned around anyway.
Sure enough, standing at the edge of the ship and glaring into darkness was a wiry scrap of a boy. He looked rather sickly, which made him seem even younger than he was. Malyen Oretsev, the unfortunate boy who won what the first army called the nightmare lottery. The only person Alina seemed to ever pay attention to.
“You should tell him how you feel.”
“What? No. We’re… we’re just friends.” Alexei couldn’t help but find the situation sadly ridiculous. Here he was, standing next to the girl he was in love with, encouraging her to be honest with her feelings. Perhaps he should take his own advice. As much as he felt like he’d given up any chance of the two of them being together, he was starting to think he would still cling to that hope until the words were actually spoken.
There was only one way to know.
“Alina?” he started, thankful that the dark hid his trembling hands.
“Yes?” she asked
There was a great jolt that sent the low-light lantern to the ground. It shattered, enveloping the skiff in darkness. Alexei didn’t think. He acted on a deep, irresistible instinct that sprung into motion before he could even process what he was doing.
He struck a match.
Witch an ear-piercing shriek, the volcra descended upon them in an instant, dozens of them swarming the ship with their sharp teeth and leathery wings. He felt a claw tear into his shoulder and the pain forced him to drop his match. He winced as the dark void lit up in flames, silhouetting the grim scene as volcra attacked first army and grisha alike.
There was a part of him that knew he was a coward. That part wanted to stay, to help the rest of the cartographers. But he was merely a mapmaker, no real help to anyone. And that deep instinct was beginning to take hold of him again. The pure cold need to survive overtook his body.
Alexei ran.
He was over the skiff and running through the thick dunes of the fold before he could properly think. Desperately, he tried to think of the brief look he caught of Alina’s map in order to gain his bearings. But it was difficult to find a cardinal direction in the pure darkness. For all he knew, he was merely running further into danger. Alexei turned back to the burning ship, attempting to use the light to find any possible landmark.
That was when the light started. It washed over Alexei like a wave, causing the volcra around him to scatter. Shielding his eyes with his hand from the brightness, he caught two figures in the center of the blast.
Hovering several feet above the skiff, dangling from a volcra’s talons, Alina Starkov hung limply. The only tension was in her hands, which were turning white from how firmly she was holding onto the person beneath her.
That person was Malyen Oretsev, the surly tracker boy, and he was shining like the sun.
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ne0nwithazero · 6 months
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I'm curious, who between Rouxls and Klieg first brought up the idea of having Lava?
This is going to sound bad but I can't shake the feeling that Lava was an accident baby :'D
Maybe they had talked about it previously but it was a thing they kept putting off, mostly because they had no idea what a kid between them would even look like and there were some concerns that it was a dangerous game of genetics lottery
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I drew this a while back as a joke but I was way too embarrassed about posting it LMAO But it's close to the reaction :'D
There were some doubts :') Klieg has always been very "Ew children" but he kind of grows out of that eventually, and hearing they're having a baby, he's just scared he'll be a jerk again and starts creating all these dramatized nightmare scenarios in his head
Rouxls is kind of used to his dramatic outbursts and knows to distinguish between the serious and the overreacting ones. This outburst is... in the middle.
But he still trusts Klieg enough to know they can both handle this. Like despite everything, I think Rouxls really does like kids and Lancer already stays with him so often, maybe he'd want to have a kid too, and Klieg has entertained the idea <3
Afterall, Klieg gets along well enough with Lancer and Tenna and the Fun Gang, despite how much he claims that he's terrible at dealing with kids, Rouxls very much thinks he's coming up with excuses
idk, a mature conversation later, they decide they want to keep the baby QwQ It's just that there was a lot of emotional preparing for it (and baby-proofing the house with child-friendly puzzles)
I guess it's a feeling of being scared of being a parent because what if you don't like the kid? It's not the kid's fault and you don't want to mess them up :( They were both nervous but very excited about it ;v;
No matter what, it's impossible to feel ready until it actually happens :'D Lucky for them, at least Lava won the genetics lottery
It's the context for this and why Klieg's immediate reaction to seeing their babi is going panic mode hiding LOL He definitely admires Rouxls for seeming as ready as he is
In the end, they both turn out into weird fun dads to a dear sweet precious Elavabelle "Water Bear" Lightkaard (tHAT SURNAME IS A JOKE, but part of me is shuddering and going "...Is it...?")
...what was the question again?
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hunting-songs · 16 days
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Car accident  - some form of on-road collision between the two muses ((LOL Hisoka can't drive, who let him behind a wheel???)
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The air outside of the rastaurant was cold, icy even, and washed into Senritsus face like a splash of fresh springwater. It washed away the headache the noises from back in the restaurant had hammered ( like the silverware clanking on plates); hammered (like the hasty footsteps of all the waiters and the kitchenstaff); hammered( like the much too loud voices of much too many people pushed together in one room); into her skull. It was an early evening. The streets were bathed in the reddish light of dawn and the sidewalks were pouring over from an ocean of people. "Well, than I will see you in December, Miss Döne.", the head of the artmuseum sounded as if he had just won in the lottery, which in some way he had. The 100-year old violine she was hired to restaurate at the start of the winter would lure in a lot of more visitors like the pied pipers song had lured in mice. Senritsu smiled at her client politely and wished him a good evening, told him that she looked forward to work on the violine and promised that she can´t wait to start her work. She did not told him that she was happy to be outside of the restaurant, she did not told him that she could not wait for him to leave because every other sound made her head hurt even more, she did not told him that all she wanted after a whole evening in a restaurant was to stuff her ears with wax, lay down and gasp for air as if she had been drowning in the noise. Instead she only said her goodbye kindly, and made her way over the restaurants parking area to have a few more breaths of this cool, fresh air. Still, hearing the little happy hop in her clients walk as he went down the street to disappear in the crowd made the woman smile. It was a tiered smile, but it was there. The musician breathed deeply as she loosened the broad velvethairband she had used cover her balding head and fix her hair into a braid; she breathed deeply as she hobbled around on one leg each to pull off her high-heeled shoes, clip their clasps together and throw the shoes over her shoulder to walk on socks; and she breathed deeply when she heard the car. The car that drove much to fast over the parking area. The car that was not curbing or slowing down.
In the blink of an eye the woman had sprinted back over the whole lenght of the parking area. But the car did still not slow down. Pain stitched into her feet when the concrete bored through her nylon-tights into her soles. But the car did still not slow down.
Her shoes flew over the parking lot, long forgotten, not even noticed.But the car did still not slow down.
There was the wall of the restaurant in her back, the cars lights in her eyes and-
-the cars brakes hit with such a shrill sound Senritsu felt as if she had turned, just for a moment, truely deaf. Standing with her back pressed against the wall and only a handwide between her chest and the cars bumper, Senritsu,gasping panicky for air, decided for herself that she really had breathed enough of that fresh, cool air for the day. And the whole night. And also the next day. From one second to another the noises of the city around her returned and the migraine Senritsu had hoped was gone returned in full strenght. And along those noises she heard the drivers uncomfortable familiar heartmelody. A few seconds passed in which Senritsu was standing still against the wall, eyes as round as plates and only slowly noticing that in her sprint over the parking area she had ripped her nylon tights and her bare toes turned very cold against the icyness of the concrete. "I could almost think-", the Music-Hunter said slowly and tilted her head to the side like a confused bird as she tried to fit the mental image of Hisoka to the man in the suit she saw in the driverseat : "-you wanted to drive me over." Listening, listening, listening attentive, like an animal ready to jump away at any little glimpse of danger, Senritsu slowly moved along the wall and around the car. Yet as soon as she reached the drivers door her before hectic voice had turned into the usual soft humm. The Music-Hunter leaned her shoulder against the carside in a long, relieved huff that sounded as melodic as a song: "What did I do to deserve this target-oriented parkingstyle, mhmmmmmmmm?" [ @muddsludge ]
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toujokaname · 1 year
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A Handsome Man In The Midst Of Good Luck / Episode 6
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Author: Chitose Umeda
Characters: Kaoru, HiMERU, Rei, Niki
"Look out!"
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Season: Winter
Location: Saison Avenue
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Kaoru: But you know. This series is real popular in the dorms right now, and I’m sure there are kids who’d want the figure that you won, right, HiMERU-kun?
HiMERU: ―That's right. Oukawa mentioned that he also read the original manga, which is why HiMERU decided to pull for it.
But it was not supposed to be like this. HiMERU would have been satisfied with receiving some of the smaller prizes.
He even made sure he paid with cash this time, not with electronic money...
Rei: And the change was 777 yen ♪
Kaoru: That was only possible because HiMERU-kun bought a tablet along with the lottery~
The clerk was so surprised that his eyes were rolling. Even the customers in line behind me were clapping their hands.
HiMERU: He told HiMERU, "You are very lucky, sir!"...
Kaoru: I guess it was a first experience for the clerk, too, right? Compared to HiMERU-kun, both Rei-kun and I got poor results.
Rei: Mhm. We tried a few times to take advantage of HiMERU-kun's luck. But all we got were the smaller prizes.
By the way, I will give the smaller prize I won, a coaster, to HiMERU-kun as a present ♪
HiMERU: That's... thank you...
Rei: You must be feeling your good luck by now, HiMERU-kun. Why do you look so gloomy?
HiMERU: ......
―Even when HiMERU is told that he is "lucky", he doesn't really feel like he is.
In the shopping mall, HiMERU was only walking at the back because he thought it would be impolite to walk in front of his senpai.
If the order of entry had been different, one of you would have been the five millionth visitor.
As for the raffle draw at this convenience store, HiMERU grabbed all of his tickets from the bottom of the box.
It is possible that the tickets themselves were not mixed well, and the top prizes, including the special prize, were just concentrated there.
Rei: You insist on asserting that it is all about probability theory. You're composed, or maybe stubborn...
Let us ask HiMERU-kun, who goes to such lengths to avoid being aware of his good fortune.
...Do coincidences pile up and become inevitable? Are there no coincidences in this world, and everything is inevitable? What do you think, HiMERU-kun?
HiMERU: ―In addition to coincidence and inevitability, HiMERU believes that there is fate and the unexpected in everything.
HiMERU knew this could happen, but it wasn't supposed to be this way. He thinks that these things cannot be measured only by coincidence or inevitability.
Kaoru: You keep dodging~ Well, we're aware of HiMERU-kun's good luck, even if he refuses to recognize it.
HiMERU: ...Anyway. It's past noon, what will the senpai be doing for lunch―......
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Kaoru: Look out!
HiMERU: ?
Kaoru: You okay? If you hadn't stopped to look at your watch, you would've been hit by that bicycle.
HiMERU: ...Is that so. HiMERU is glad he didn't get into an accident.
Good thing HiMERU "coincidentally" checked the time.
Rei: ...You could have been seriously injured, but this time it was just another "coincidence"?
From the outside, it looks like a wave of good fortune coming your way.
HiMERU: If it is a wave, HiMERU hope it recedes soon. He doesn't want to be pushed in any further.
Kaoru: Ahaha. Are you fed up with being pushed around by your good luck?
It's true that now HiMERU-kun seems to be a person who will encounter good fortune just by walking around.
Rei: It is like the saying goes. "Where HiMERU-kun walks, luck will follow"[1]...♪
HiMERU: Please stop. The luck so far... No, it's true that HiMERU has been swept up in incidents.
And. If HiMERU could get the luck he desires, he might feel happy...
But up to this point, there is only the feeling of being dragged into events―
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HiMERU: Nghh?!
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Kaoru & Rei: ?!
Rei: W-What's the matter?
HiMERU: HiMERU suddenly felt a weight at his feet... Or rather, something suddenly grabbed him...!
(HiMERU said he hoped it would recede soon, but he didn't expect the opposite of good fortune to suddenly happen...?)
???: ...lp, me...
HiMERU: ...?
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Niki: Hi-HiMERU-kun... Help me, please...
HiMERU: Shiina...?!
Niki: *Thud* Gh~...
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HiMERU: Shiina, hold it together! Shiina...!
Location: Diner
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Niki: *Munch munch munch munch*... *Gulp*!
*Munch munch munch*, *Gulp gulp*! *Chomp chomp*...!
HiMERU: ―Shiina. HiMERU knows you're hungry, but please eat with more composure. It is unseemly to have sauce on the corner of your mouth.
Niki: Yes, sir! I will listen to what the man who saved my life says!
*Munch, munch*... (Chewing slowly)
HiMERU: ―That's an exaggeration. HiMERU doesn't think you should use a grandiose expression such as "the man who saved my life" so casually.
Niki: ...*Gulp*. No way, I'm not exaggerating or making a big deal out of it.
If I hadn't found HiMERU-kun... And now, if I hadn't been treated to food by HiMERU-kun like this...
I'd be in a lot of trouble right now.
This is a reference to the proverb, "犬も歩けば棒に当たる", which means that good luck may come unexpectedly. The literal meaning is "even a dog could be hit by a stick if walking".
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ginger-grimm · 4 months
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🐱 + baby boy Ryan? <3
THANK YOU @daughter-of-melpomene
If they're a light or heavy sleeper: Ryan is a pretty light sleeper. He was before for training purposes and when the drugs got ahold of him he practically never slept. Once he's sober sleep is pretty hit-or-miss.
What they would do if they won the lottery right now: I think he'd put the money in a savings account and still spend a chunk of it on gifts for his loved ones, just to say sorry for them having to put up with a lot.
If they have a special item that they couldn't bear to lose: His first ever hockey stick, which his dad got for him. It sits safely in his room and he would never take it out to play.
One negative personality trait of theirs: He's prone to addictive behaviors, even before the pill addiction, he would have bouts of addictions to things from his phone to doing bets with little monetary value.
Their favorite 70s song: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
The color(s) associated with their zodiac: Blue (Sagittarius)
Their favorite comedy movie: 21 Jump Street
About one person they've lost: His parents honestly meant the world to him. They endulged him in his quest to become a professional hockey player and would take him sledding in the Winter and watch him play in the leaves for hours in the Fall. He loved them very much and their death in the accident is really what drove him to his early downfall.
A quote I associate with them: "Inspired by the fear of being average."
If they're a lover or a fighter: He's a lover trying to disguise himself as a fighter.
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daughter-of-melpomene · 3 months
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🐱 + Laurens!!!
I always love asks for my boy Laurens!! Thanks a bunch, Grace!! <3
If they're a light or heavy sleeper: He's not exactly a light sleeper, but not really a heavy one either - he's somewhere in the middle.
What they would do if they won the lottery right now: Make sure both of his parents would never have to work another day, and then make sure all his debts were paid off, before buying some nice things for everyone he cares about and then donating the rest.
If they have a special item that they couldn't bear to lose: He does have a few things he considers lucky, but not really anything he couldn't deal with losing.
One negative personality trait of theirs: He is an absolute master and maven at holding grudges, and while much of the time those feelings are justified, it can be frustrating when he continually refuses to let go of bad feelings towards someone.
Their favorite 70s song: "Vienna" by Billy Joel.
The color(s) associated with their zodiac: Light green and yellow (Gemini).
Their favorite comedy movie: Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
About one person they've lost: One of his best friends in college, a guy named Jason, died in a car accident a few years after they graduated. The two of them first met at a frat party Laurens's roommate forced him to go to, when a wasted Jason puked all over Laurens's shoes. Laurens took pity on him and helped him get some water and food, and they were fast friends right after.
A quote I associate with them: "If you don't want a sarcastic answer, don't ask a stupid question."
If they're a lover or a fighter: Something else, really. He's not exactly a lover, but he doesn't like violence, so he's not really a fighter either.
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send me 🐱 + an oc!!
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husbandhoshi · 2 years
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hmm im really into the idea of desperate cheol like … he just has a such a big fat crush on you that when you’re sitting on his lap unbuttoning his shirt for the first time, he’s looking at you with the goofiest biggest heart eyes and the dumbest smile because he truly feels like he’s won the lottery. when you kiss, he bumps noses w you by accident because he’s so gassed that he has the privilege of being able to kiss those pretty lips of yours. wants to kiss and touch every inch of your body because he genuinely thinks you’re perfect. he thinks he goes to heaven when you cum on his tongue and you’re moaning his name. if he died between your legs at that moment he’d die a happy man
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