#i had no break so my energy is nonexistent

[cod-dump]

I’m not Simon Riley, I’m Ghost - Chapter 20

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Blood in his mouth, on his claws and clothes. A bloody corpse before him, he didn’t stop until he knew the inexperienced mage was dead. And once he was, Ghost turned what truly mattered.

Soap was staring blankly before him, one fist gripped tightly and the rest of his body remained limp. If Ghost didn’t know any better he would’ve assumed Soap was injured, paralyzed beyond any possible movement. He knew better, he knew this was a spell. But the mage who apparently casted it was defenseless when Ghost charged him, not a single spell used to try to stop him.

Ghost’s kneeled next to Soap, he could hear his heartbeat. It was slow, his blood was at a practically halt in his veins. Breath nonexistent. But he was alive, frozen almost. His eyes did nothing as Ghost touched his face, there wasn’t any indication that Soap even knew he was there. Ghost’s gaze returned to his tightly gripped hand.

He gently pried it open, knowing that acting quickly with such a spell in effect would cause serious damage. Once Ghost managed to lift Soap‘s fingers away, he saw the source of the problem. A ring. Silver with engravings on it. A conductor, a magic conductor. For mortals incapable of harnessing magic themselves.

Ghost took the ring and pocketed it. He knew nothing of magic or the magic that humans harnessed. Breaking the ring could permanently leave Soap like this, frozen or barely alive. He needed to find someone who knew what to do, someone who knew magic. And that task itself almost gave Ghost a headache just thinking about it.

The smoke from the building above finally coated the room they were in. The soldiers above who Ghost surprised by bursting through the wall were either dead or ran off, abandoning their temporary base and leaving it to the flames. Though the spell prevented Soap from moving, from speaking and even being aware, it was protecting him from inhaling the flames. He was barely breathing as is.

Soap’s luck will forever amaze him.

”You’re a fucking idiot,” Ghost hissed as he picked up Soap, making sure not to act too quickly, “A lucky idiot, but still an idiot.”

Ghost secured Soap in one arm before he moved, quickly getting them out of the building as it burned away, collapsing into the ground. When they got outside, Ghost was surprised to find Engel waiting for them. Glowing, energy crackling around him.

He took note of the sergeant, energy fizzling out before he was once more human… in appearance.

”That’s why you took off the way you did… the director was startled by what he saw on the cameras.”

Ghost would normally be on edge, a human having footage of him would’ve sent him on a rampage to destroy it. But he had Soap in his care and Price at his back. He could care less about the footage.

”Had to go get my sergeant before he killed himself. I’m sure this is plenty of evidence to prove to the director he should back down.”

The bodies should be enough, their gear marked with the same emblem that their arms dealer identified himself with. The weapons that were in secured storage were ripe for the taking. Ghost had no doubt Engel could get what he needed before the flames engulfed it all.

”Yes… it is enough… Your sergeant is entranced.”

”Can you do something?”

”Yes. I take it that the spell was casted by an enhancer?”

”Conductor. A ring.”

”Hm… Take him back to the base. I’ll see what I can do before you return. I doubt you will be able to have a coherent conversation with the director at the moment.”

Ghost wanted to laugh, the thought of Director Bonnet unable to treat him as he did before, as a man. It was amusing. There was plenty of time for laughter, but at the moment Ghost needed to get Soap back to base safely.

So he started walking.

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At the end of his walk, Ghost was greeted quickly and rather aggressively. As he had walked back on base, a force of armed soldiers would surround him.

DGSE agents had guns pointed, uneasy by Ghost’s earlier display. He would’ve growled, made a show for them daring to point their weapons at him. But he had Soap in his arms and while the spell he was under protected him from the smoke back at the warehouse he was held at, a bullet would still hurt him — Kill him.

”Put those guns down, now.”

Ghost shouldn’t have been surprised considering things, but Farah’s appearance still startled him. The DGSE took her orders into thought before they lowered their weapons, the woman glaring at them before she turned to Ghost.

”MacTavish- Is he alright? Alive?”

”He’s alive, paralyzed by a spell.”

”Fuck- More like frozen. Where’s the mage that casted the spell?”

”Dead,” and he didn’t regret how satisfying it was to say it.

Farah scoffed loudly, full of disbelief. Some spells could be modified, unique to the one who casted it. Meaning it’s very difficult to safely break the spell. But the man who casted it used an conductor, he had no personal connection to the spell he used, the magic did not pass through him to create it.

”A conductor was used.”

Farah visibly calmed, “Shit… get him to the plane. We’re leaving.”

”Engel said he could lift it.”

”Right… him.”

Farah ushered Ghost and Soap to the plane, their things were already there and Lieutenant Jamison was pacing anxiously. She seemed relieved to see them and then she tensed. Ghost chalked it up to the blood splattered across him and Soap’s unnerving limp body in his arms.

”Shit-“

”He’ll live.”

Ghost tensed before he slowly lowered Soap into a seat. He looked over to see Nik, watching them carefully from the back of the plane, near the door to the cockpit. He was observing only Ghost and he obviously didn’t care enough to hide it. He stepped forward, his and Ghost’s gaze locked onto each other. This was the first time Ghost had seen Nik since the big reveal, since Hassan was taken down.

He didn’t like that he couldn’t get a read on Nik, never could. And right now while the man stared him down shamelessly. Farah stood next to Ghost and Nik turned his gaze on Soap. Ghost looked at Farah who had a hard glare directed at Nik before she turned back to him and Soap.

”The Captain never mentioned you when he said he was sending someone to get us.”

”Nik and I were working nearby. John asked Nik for a favor and he agreed, I decided to tag along.”

She turned her attention to Soap, “Do you have the conductor on you?”

Ghost fished out the ring from his pocket, Farah carefully taking it from him. She looked at the engravings and gently turned the ring in her hand. She cursed in Arabic before she turned back to Ghost.

”The gem is missing.”

”Gem?”

”Most conductors have a piece of raw material with a direct connection to the realm of magic. This one is missing it. Unless the mage had a separate item on his person.”

Ghost cursed, already standing to head back to the warehouse. He wasn’t familiar with magic or how humans harnessed it, he didn’t know that there was meant to be a gem with the ring. He didn’t know that the mage had something on him to pull the magic to the ring. Yet he still felt like he should’ve, for Soap’s sake.

Farah placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him still.

”You’ll waste too much time going back to find it. We’ll take Soap back to base and I’ll-“

Farah cuts herself off and Ghost feels a bristle of electricity in the air. He turns to see Engel standing on the edge of the ramp of the plane. Ghost noted the lack of agents, like they had all suddenly decided to go back inside. As if Ghost was no longer a threat.

”Lieutenant,” Farah stared Engel before he looked to her, “Commander Karim. A pleasure.”

Farah nods her head to him but said nothing. He looks to Nik before he walks up the ramp, stopping when he nears Ghost.

”You have the conductor?”

Farah looks to the ring in her possession before she holds it out to him, “Mind if I record this?”

”For your records, Commander?”

”ULF tries to keep it up to date with… well, everything we come across. Big universe, we like to be somewhat informed what’s in it.”

Engel looks her up and down before he nods, his silent permission. Ghost knew Farah already had recordings of him, already had written down much about him, all without permission. Her asking Engel just shows while neither seemed to know what he was, it was clear he was overwhelmingly benevolent in nature. Unlike Ghost.

Engel slid the ring onto his middle finger, Ghost watching in fascination as the ring adjusted to fit perfectly. He flexed his hand and the ring started crackling to life. Ghost felt his heartbeat speed up as Engel approached Soap. Farah had her phone out, recording as Engel took Soap’s forearm in hand with the ring in direct contact with his skin. A moment would pass before what looked like blue lines darted across Soap’s skin, gone in an instant. And as soon as they left, Soap‘s breath returned to a normal pattern of visible intake and exhale.

Ghost let out a breath of his own. Soap was free of the spell, yet he was unmoving. He sat there, unaware, eyes focusing on nothing. Engel swiped his hand over Soap’s face, closing the man’s eyes before he stepped away.

”Why isn’t he waking up?”

”That was a powerful spell on him, Lieutenant. It’ll take some time before the fog clears and he’s back up,” Farah said, putting her phone in her pocket after seemingly saving the video she had taken.

”It was a heavy spell,” Nik confirmed, “Looked like it wasn’t measured correctly when it was casted. But Soap will be fine.”

Ghost grunts, focusing on Soap.

Jamison finally cleared her throat, reminding them of her presence.

”We should leave before the director makes an appearance.”

”Let him. He touches my plane and I’ll make him regret it.”

Jamison eyes Nikolai before the man turns and walks back to the cockpit. Engel steps away from Soap, Ghost moving closer to the unconscious man as he did. Engel removes the ring and holds it out to Farah.

”I trust you’ll keep this out of the wrong hands.”

”You trust it in mine?”

”You look like you can handle it.”

Engel turns and makes his way out of the plane, Ghost watching him from the corner of his gaze.

”I’ll handle Bonnet. At least until you’re in the air.”

Then he was gone. Ghost has seen the vanishing act before from entities that weren’t as subtle. It was obvious that they were there beforehand, having made some noise to indicate that they had left. But Engel? Ghost didn’t like how he left so silently, as if he wasn’t there to begin with. If he didn’t feel the change in the air then Ghost would’ve questioned having seen the entity at all.

Farah leans over to secure Soap into the seat but Ghost looks at her, the woman stopping as he did. She moves back carefully, watching him with curious eyes.

”Grab a seat. Nik has rough take offs.”

A loud scoff comes from cockpit and Farah smirks before she turns and heads towards it. Jamison silently secures their bags before she sat down on the other side of the plane. Ghost straps Soap in before he sits next to him. He didn’t even think about it, but the strangeness of it all was creeping on him. He looked at Soap, watching him breathe and listening to his heart before he huffed.

This was all very strange and he could already hear Runt’s nagging and Price’s lecture over what happened. Ghost leans back in the seat, allowing his eyes to close and let himself rest as they head back to 141 base.

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#eldritch fic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #fic #fanfic

[slushycoookie]

Washing His Hair

Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Word Count: 817

Content: Fluff, you and Mig are nakey, gets a little suggestive near the end

Summary: After constant complaints, you decide to wash Miguel's hair.

A/N: Wanted to start off with something soft and sweet. Who doesn't wanna run their fingers through this man's hair??

“Baby, I don't need you to wash my hair.” 

You held back an eye roll as you turned on the shower. This entire week your boyfriend complained about how he needed to wash his hair. But he was always busy, be it running Alchemex or Spider Society. And when he had time, he was too exhausted to. 

Cue you, who missed him the whole week. Only able to call him during his breaks and when he finished having the weight of the world on his shoulders. You weren't much better. Your job has been more stressful than usual recently. Both of you needed some R&R.

“I'm not hearing it.” You scolded while feeling the water to make sure it was to your liking. “Strip.”

Miguel grumbled, pulling off his clothes and throwing them on the floor in the bathroom. You shed your clothing too before pushing him inside the shower. You were grateful for your boyfriend's size. The shower is big enough for the two of you. And a shower chair. You requested he buy it to make his life easier. 

Just being in his presence made the tensions from the week slip away. Your muscles relaxed as he helped wash you up, dragging the washcloth over your skin. His lips plant gently on your forehead. You returned the favor, making sure his back was scrubbed as he complained about not reaching it properly. Admiring the hard muscle by giving it some smooches. 

Now, to the main event.

Miguel sat himself on the chair as you got the hair products ready. Even with the chair, he was still taller than you. So you did have to reach up a little to wash his hair. Those soft, luscious curls you admired when he wasn't facing you were gone. Drenched from the water. You pouted at the sight, running your fingers through it to ensure it was wet.

“Pick the shampoo that smells like strawberries.” He recommended, “I like that one.”

You observed the white and red bottle, realizing this was one you saw when you went to the store a few weeks ago. You didn't buy it but distinctly remembered you and him liking the smell. 

“You're cute.”

Miguel hummed as you started lathering up his hair. Clear gel turned into soap bubbles while the strawberry scent filled your nostrils. Your fingertips pressed along his scalp, causing him to sigh lowly. Your lips couldn't help but curl up at your plan working. He put his head back, giving you more room to work with. His mouth was slightly agape at the relaxing sensation. 

You admired his relaxed state. The crease in his brow was nonexistent. His eyes closed as he was taking it in. It's a shame you had to tell him to get up so he could rinse off. 

“Hmm, smells good…” He says before sitting back down for round two. 

“It does.” You acknowledged, running your sudsy hands across his sea of hair. You carefully made sure the suds didn't get into his eyes. Not wanting to ruin the serene atmosphere.

After rinsing off the second time, Miguel kissed your lips. The action caught you off guard, but you returned it with the same energy. He wasn't done yet. The last step was the conditioner. You felt Miguel shift a few times while you rubbed it in. You weren't sure of the reason. 

“You missed a spot, baby.” 

You blinked, stopping momentarily. “Huh? Where?”

“Come around, I'll show you.”

Curious, you maneuvered to face him. Only for strong arms to wrap around your waist, his face buried in your chest. Giggles escaped your lips while you continued the head massage. His own ran across your wet skin, placing kisses here and there. You felt his hands go downward to your bottom, playfully squeezing it. 

“Don’t…” You warned, but it was half empty as you partially enjoyed it, “I’m still not done…”

Miguel tsked, putting his hands on your waist. “Hurry up then.” He pressed another kiss to your collarbone. 

“Don’t rush me.” You pursed your lips as he let out a soft grunt while running his fingertips on your sides. Your movements stuttered at the tender touch. You two didn’t have much time left.

Pulling away, you allowed him to rinse off the conditioner before stepping out of the shower. One last time, you felt his wet hair, pleased it was finally clean. 

“Now I don’t have to hear your complaining for a couple of days.”

Miguel chuckled, drying his hair off with a towel. “Was it that bad?”

“No…not at all…” Your playful tone caused small laughter to resonate in the bathroom. Before you left to change into clean clothes, an arm wrapped around your waist. You felt his solid chest against your head, his gentle heartbeat in your ears. 

“Thank you.”

Your body felt warm at his embrace, taking it in. “You’re welcome.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #slushycoookie writes

[sc0tters]

In The Break | Mat Barzal

summary: the Barzal house is at its breaking point without their key member their to save the day.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, grammar that I think a four year old would use.

word count: 2.09k

authors note: this is officially probably one of my favourite (soft) things that I’ve written. Like I can’t get over how cute everyone is. But like weirdly enough I can’t tell if I acc like this so I’m just going to how that it had the luna stamp of approval.

You didn’t think would had ever been more excited to have Mat back home as you were in that moment.

Tilly had been teething and James wanted his father at every waking moment.

Your energy was practically nonexistent as your one year old wasn’t sleeping through the night and that meant that you weren’t either.

It seemed that all three of you were at your wits end and as both kids were sat in the playroom with Tilly sporting her red swollen cheeks. James had gone on about how he couldn’t wait to see his father you knew you were being stupid but it hurt you hearing his praise as he had done nothing but spew the negative words that were in your four year olds Arsenal.

You tried to brush his hair wanting to get him ready for the day “I’m home!” Mat called out as he opened the front door making both kids turn their heads in the direction of him.

Before you knew it you were shoved to the ground as they both seemed to finally behave as they stopped their negative moods “hi baby!” Mat cooed as he crouched down and wrapped his arms around the boy.

Tilly waddled after her brother causing her father to gasp at her improved abilities at walking “where is mama?” The hockey player’s eyes lit up as he saw you tuck your hair behind your ears.

A smile formed on Mat’s lips as he so effortlessly held the children to his sides “hi pretty lady.” It seemed that he didn’t take note of the dark circles that lay under your eyes “was thinking we could go get ice cream with them?” His words cause the kids to cheer as Mat kissed your lips.

That was honestly the last thing you needed to hear. Both kids had won the battle of avoiding nap time until their father got home “Til hasn’t had her nap yet.” You pointed out with a sigh.

You weren’t expecting any shut eye during this time as Mat had been gone for two weeks and you did miss your husband. But you knew that if both kids didn’t try for their naps you would be the one to truly pay the price later on “they won’t be that bad.” As all three sent you a smile you couldn’t help but sigh as you nodded conceding defeat.

It was almost like you could have been a fortune teller. Tilly had cried herself to sleep as she was so grumpy without her teddy that not even Mat’s arms could put her mind at ease.

And your sweet little James had been sat on his fathers lap with every chance he could get.

So now you were not only sleep deprived but you were also feeling neglected.

Mat loved seeing how his kids looked up at him but as he held James in his arms and had Tilly in the carrier as you walked ahead of them to the front door.

Getting Tilly to sleep was easy as you simply placed her in her cot where Mat offered to take over in changing her into her pyjamas. James on the other hand began to have a fit as he realised that his father was nowhere in sight as you sat down on his bed with a book “daddy daddy daddy!” He complained kicking his legs “J daddy is with Tilly right now.” You sighed opening the book.

Yet that seemed to aggravate your son further “I want daddy not you.” Again you knew that James didn’t know the gravity of his words but in that moment you wanted to just break down.

You tried to ignore him as you began reading “I hate you momma where’s daddy!” Having children was another moment of learning how to bite your tongue and you had been doing so much better “you think I want to be here either!” You yelled back finally letting your anger go “I’m tired and for the last two weeks you have treated me like I’m not here!” As James flinched your eyes went wide.

Not once in the four years of being his mom had you ever raised your voice “J I’m-” before you could reach out to apologise Mat walked in “daddy!” James cheered.

Mat sent you a look of concern as you got up “think he wants you to read this.” You mumbled shoving the book into his hands as you let the door shut behind you “momma always said this was a book huh?” Mat smiled as he nestled into the mattress as James rested against him.

Guilt drowned you as you sat with your hands around your knees letting the warm water from the shower land on your back before the droplets slowly dripped down your skin. Tears painted your cheeks as you so badly just wanted to wake up and see that this was all just some bad dream “baby?” Mat called out as he walked into the bedroom.

It didn’t take him long to realise that you were in the shower “shit y/n!” Your husband didn’t care that he walked into the shower with all of his clothes still on.

In one quick movement Mat helped you up before he pulled you into a hug “Mat!” You cried as the hockey player reached behind you to turn the shower off.

Your tears soaked his shirt as you realised all the things you are frustrated about, not being able to make Tilly feel better as she teethed, James deciding that he hated you and how you let it get to you. But most of all how Mat came in and ruined the schedule you set with the kids.

Usually you wouldn’t have cared if they missed a day but you were tired and felt unloved and for that you let it irritate you today.

So you pushed Mat away as he handed you a towel “baby?” He was surprised to see the glare you sent him as you wiped your eyes.

Mat stood there with wide eyes “you went against me today.” The only rule you had about being parents was that you two had to remain united and that’s kind of hard when he ignores your scheduling.

He remained silent as you continued “how am I meant to keep it together here when you come in and play god or some shit becoming their favourites all over again.” You knew you were being stupid but it made you want to cry as you thought about it when your throat grew tight.

The hockey player scoffed “sorry that when I don’t see the kids for two weeks I want to go do something fun with them!” He felt like your statement was beyond aggressive as it quickly turned into a screaming match “Mat I told you that they needed to sleep and you still went with what you wanted!” Before he could even think about his rebuttal the baby monitor went off.

Tilly’s cries pulled your attention away from your husband “I would go but I’d hate to fuck with her sleep schedule.” Mat’s words had you rolling your eyes as you wrapped the towel around your body “fuck off Mat.” You spat shaking your head as you walked out of your room and down the hall to hers.

Her eyes grew full as she turned her head to see you “hi my love.” You cooed picking her small body up letting her head rest against your shoulder.

Usually you weren’t one for picking her up and rather just showing her that you were there but tonight you needed a hug from someone who seemed happy to see you.

So you two stood like that for fifteen minutes as your gentle swaying of your body caused her to finally settle “good night my girl.” You placed her back into her crib before you brought your fingers to your lip kissing them before you let them press softly on her forehead.

The darkness of the hallway back to your room reminded you of the state that of chaos that you had left Mat in.

You nervously chewed at the inside of your cheek before you took a final deep breath and pushed the door open.

Mat seemed like a shell of himself as he had the baby cam in his hand as he replayed the footage of you humming some random rhyme as Tilly fell asleep “I never know how you do that with her.” Mat blurted out as you were always the one to save them when the kids woke up in the night.

It was a taken that Mat could never even fathom as he tried everything but most of the time their own tiredness would come back and bring them into a deep sleep.

Wanting to discard the towel you found one of Mats shirts that you had folded that morning so you put that on instead of your own clothes. You remained quiet as you brought the towel to the bathroom unaware of how Mat followed you “I don’t mean to always play good cop with them it’s just that I’m not always around in the season and-” Mat rambled on as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Now your guilt about lashing out at him came out “it’s fine babe.” You shook off his thoughts as you turned to face him “no it’s not.” It was clear that the hockey player wanted you and the kids around more than he got to see you “you’re their great mom and an even greater wife to me.” His hands wrapped around your neck as you hugged him.

Somehow that contact felt different to the one from thirty minutes ago. This time it was with love and care as he watched you smile when his lips pressed against your head “you deserve to be treated better than you are.” Mat had tried coming up with the lecture for James but he didn’t know how to do it without getting angry at his son.

Sure two years ago James was a total momma’s boy who refused to be with anyone who wasn’t you but Mat knew that if James spoke to him the way he had spoken to you, Mat would have lost it.

Maybe it sounded stupid but you had both gone through your insecure moments with the kids and you were now realising that “can we go to bed then?” You yawned finally wanting that sleep that you had waited so long for.

Mat laughed as he nodded “let’s go.” He watched as you pulled him out of the room back into your bedroom where your bed was a sight for sore eyes.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of giggles and Bluey blaring through the speakers of the tv downstairs. Mat wasn’t next to you so he had obviously woken up to spend time with the kids.

You yawned stretching out as you smiled to yourself letting your back comfortably rest on the mattress “momma?” A soft voice came from the door causing you to look up.

James stood there with his plushie that Tito had brought him back from Vancouver over the summer “hi J,” before you could say anything more your eldest was running into your room as he jumped onto your bed and quickly into your arms.

The sight warmed your heart “what is it my baby?” You cooed running your fingers through his hair “I love you,” James looked up at you with tears in his eyes causing you to frown.

Your finger wiped at his cheek “I love you so much love why are you crying?” You didn’t mean for your words to come out confused as you tried to soothe the boy.

James fiddled with your bracelet, a habit he picked up watching you do it when you were nervous “sorry I yell at you in room.” Your mom had told you that you were going to have moments where you knew you were a good parent and this felt like it was that.

You gave the boy a squeeze as you kissed the top of his head “I’m sorry too.” You mumbled with both you turning to the door as you heard someone walk up the stairs “you two got room for two more?” Mat asked as he pressed a kiss to Tilly’s cheek drawing a giggle from her lips.

The sight gave you so much joy as your heart felt full “always.”

#Mat Barzal imagines #Mat Barzal x reader #mat barzal oneshot #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #hockey oneshot #imagines #oneshots #amber writes fics

[the-traveling-poet]

hi Lynn!! I’ve been binge reading your profile and let me tell you, I love your reading. May I request some Levi x reader fluff where they're married n have a 3 y/o daughter named kutchel. Levi's wife is 8 months along with their 2nd kid. They're all excited n kutchel just wants to play. Kutchel tries to drag reader along to play but reader is very exhausted n cant keep up w kutchel but still tries to hide her exhaustion n make her happy. Levi comes back from the tea shop or something after work, and it’s worried his wife will overexert herself n tries to make both his girls happy? Thank youu ❤️ (Post-war, canon Au)

Family

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It seems three years was all the time it took for you and your husband to fully embrace your new lives together.

After the war, you were finally able to just focus on the two of you rather than possible impending dooms around every corner. And you couldn’t have been more grateful for the break. Engagement, marriage, conception and childbirth were all things you never imagined you’d have the luxury to experience with Levi, but after finding out you were pregnant with your second child, the reality of it all became oh so sweeter.

But eight months into the second journey, you learn that sometimes you do still need some help from your lover. And Levi is happy to provide.

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Pairing: Husband/Father!Levi x Wife/Mother!Reader

Warnings: Post-war, pregnancy, parenting stress

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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A/N: Absolutely anon! I hope I did this justice for ya, I don’t have kids of my own so I hope I got this right! Sorry for the wait, work got in the way.

As always if anything written doesn’t fit your preferences, I’ll happily rewrite!

Enjoy~

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“Mama!”

The drawn out cry made you sigh. Not in annoyance. Never, in annoyance. Rather, it was a sigh of your ever growing fatigue. Staggering to your feet, you stood from the couch with a labored breath and turned to face your daughter with a careful smile.

“Yes, Kuchel?” You asked softly. No matter how tired you became, nor how round your belly grew, you’d always have the energy to tend to your daughter’s ever growing list of demands.

Kuchel raced about the living room, giggling happily as she babbled on about something or another that had prompted her to gain your attention. You couldn’t help but wearily smile; just where did she get all this energy from? And where could you find some?

With a hand in your belly to support the weight, you grunted as you crouched down to your knees to catch your daughter as she raced closer to you than the child suspected she had. With a shrill cry that stung your ears, she flopped around haphazardly in your arms once you nabbed her.

“Wanna go see papa!” Kuchel cried out in a mixture of laughter and whining. Heaving a sigh, you prepared yourself to remind her, once again, that her father away still away at work.

“Honey, daddy’s still at the tea shop. He should be back in only an hour!” You cheered her on, hoping your joyous tone would distract her from the fact her perception of time was all but nonexistent.

“An hour?!” she pouted, shooting you a look from under her unruly black curls. Silver eyes pouted up at you from your lap, making you smile at the resemblance that mirrored her father’s.

“I know baby, I know. We just have to be patient, yeah? When daddy gets home, you can greet him at the door. But no jumping, you hear? We can’t have you straining daddy’s leg again.” You reminded her, sternly but still lovingly.

Kuchel pouted in your lap, then hastily stood.

“But…If I can’t climb daddy, why he so tall?”

Her question left you speechless. Oh, the odd question from a child who could only string together simple sentences.

“You can climb daddy when he’s sat down. Otherwise, you’ll tip over his cane and strain his knee. You don’t want daddy to hurt, do you?”

Immediately Kuchel’s face sobered in expression, her eyes wide and plump lips parted.

“No! Not hurt daddy,” she scoffed, so much like the way her father did.

I guess more than physical traits are genetic, you thought with a sigh. Struggling over your very much pregnant belly, you managed to stand yourself back up. Watching your energetic three year old bounce excitedly across the room, and glancing down at your swollen abdomen, you really couldn’t find any room to complain.

“I miss daddy too,” you interrupted her ranting, “But he’ll be home soon enough. Now,”

Walking over to your kitchen, you pulled a knife out of your cutlery draw and picked an apple from a woven basket sat atop the counter.

Re-locking the drawer, (you can’t trust young children to not open any door or cabinet they can reach) you picked up a plate and began to cut.

“How about you enjoy a nice snack before dinner while you wait for daddy, and I’ll take a rest on the couch with you?”

“But you just got off the couch, and it’s daytime!” Kuchel pouted, the pitter patter of her bare feet sounding off the tiled floor as she waddled her way into the kitchen to watch.

“I know honey, I know.” Sighing, your subconsciously placed a hand over your belly, feeling the baby within gently press against your touch.

“Growing a baby makes mommy tired. It takes a lot of energy, even if I’m not moving.”

Kuchel stared on in silence, her bright eyes staring at your enlarged belly deep in thought. After a moment, she shrugged.

“That’s weird. Why did you grow one of it makes you sleepy?”

“Well, both your father and I wanted another baby. You’ll be a big sister, yknow that?” You hummed over your shoulder as you finished peeling the apple and handing her the plate.

“I guess so,” Kuchen mumbled as she bit into an apple slice. Seeing she was satisfied, you slowly made your way over to the couch to lie back down. After a moment, you felt your daughter struggle to climb up onto the furniture to join you. With a sleepy smile, you ruffled her hair and closed your eyes.

“Wanna go outside and play pretend?” Kuchel suddenly asked, disrupting the peaceful silence around you.

Heaving a sigh, you gave her a tired smile over your shoulder.

Please, Levi. Get home soon…

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A single click of the lock on his front door made any tension leave Levi’s shoulders. Finally, he was home.

Since he was a young teenager, he’d always dreamed of the day he could open up his own shop and run a peaceful business. And sure, he very much enjoyed his craft for brewing and steeping various drinks for anyone who stepped foot through door of his small shop.

But at the end of the day, there was nothing he enjoyed more than returning home to his small family. Listening to his daughter’s excited squeals as she tried to climb him like a tree in the threshold, seeing his wife’s radiant, and relieved, smile ever present on her face when they reunited in the safety of their home.

Though he dreaded leaving them for this sole reason, it made coming home every day so much more sweeter.

Heaving a sigh, Levi twisted the door knob open and stepped into their home.

The silence that met him immediately concerned him. Looking around, he saw no trace of his child or lover. Tensing up, he looked for any sign of their whereabouts.

There’s no way in hell Y/N convinced Kuchel to nap. That kid doesn’t sleep.

Shuffling his way further inside, he leaned on his cane to remove his shoes as he peered around corners. Just when he started to let panic take over, a jarring bang sounded from the kitchen.

Limping along as fast as he could, he tried his best to keep the panic from taking over. But the moment he rounded the last corner, all traces of worry faded away. Though slightly miffed, Levi couldn’t help but smirk to himself ever so slightly.

Sat in the middle of the kitchen floor and covered in both dirt and flour sat his child. He watched her tracing patterns in the mess on the floor, babbling to herself for every shape she drew. Levi cleared his through after a moment, trying his hardest to appear stern.

But he never could with his little girl.

Kuchel whipped her head around with a gasp, eyes widening at being caught. But soon enough a shrill giggle bubbled out of her throat and echoed off the walls.

“Daddy!” Kuchel cried out, slipping to her feet to tackle him in a hug. Biting back a grimace, Levi put an arm around her shoulder and peered down at her.

“What are you doing, Kuchel?” He asked in an even tone.

“Playing!” She replied innocently, blinking white powder from her eyelashes. Biting back a sigh, Levi picked her up and positioned her on his hip.

“Where’s mommy?” He asked her, brushed some dirt from her nose.

“Sleeping, again,” his daughter pouted, playing with the buttons in his coat.

“You probably tired her out, brat. Come on, we’ll get you a bath then clean this mess up.” Levi mused, unable to keep up his ‘stern father’ facade. Setting her back down he let her tug at his hand as she led the way to the bathroom, babbling and giggling all the way. They passed through the living room, seeing you slumped on the couch.

Ruffled hair, mismatched clothes, large belly poking out from under your tee shirt, lips parted and slightly chapped; Levi could only chuckle to himself as he continued on through the room.

“You know, mommy does a lot for you. For us,” Levi spoke quietly to his daughter.

“And look how pretty she looks while doing it.”

“Prettyyy,” Kuchel whispered in agreement, smiling up towards her father.

With an approving nod, they continued on.

“Now go on, get. Grab a change of clothes while I start the bath.”

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Hearing muffled giggles and low voices, you squinted your eyes open in confusion. It wasn’t but five minuets ago your daughter was bouncing on your legs, begging to go outside and play, wasn’t it? Yet looking out the window settled into the far wall you saw the last rays of the sun poking through emerald colored leaves from your front yard. Groaning, you sat yourself up and instinctively checked your belly with a soft touch. Feeling the baby stir ever so slightly, you smiled in relief.

Another loud giggle interrupted your train of thought, bringing you back to the present. Furrowing your brows, you could only imagine what Kuchel had found to occupy herself with while waiting on you to awaken and for Levi to return.

Levi…

Staggering through the living room, you peered into the kitchen to see just what the young girl was up to.

Stood in the center of the room was your daughter; a white cloth tied loosely around the bottom half of her face and a broom in her tiny hand. In front of her stood Levi; a cloth to match her’s adorning his face as he held a dust pan.

“Come on brat, it’s not that hard. I hold the pan, you brush the dirt and flour into the pan. We’ve been over this.”

“This isn’t play!” Kuchel whined, stomping her tiny foot.

“Sure it is. We’re playing cleaning; it’s the best game.”

“No it’s not!”

An unbidden chuckle escaped you, but the hand covering your mouth did nothing to muffle the noise. Both heads of raven hair shot up to stare at you in surprise as they let their cleaning supplies fall to their sides.

“Mommy!”

“Babe?”

Not knowing who to focus on first, you decided on both at the same time. Staggering forward, you ruffled Kuchel’s hair as you placed a soft kiss on Levi’s cheek.

His eyes softened significantly as he draped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. Holding him tightly, you draped one of your arms over his shoulder while the other rested on Kuchel’s head. Giving them a playful glare, you looked over the half cleaned mess on the floor.

“Now just what is all this?” You questioned in mock demand. Neither of the two would meet your eye for a moment as you looked them over. Grunting something incoherent under his breath, Levi stopped down to pick up your daughter and hold her against the both of you.

“We’re playing cleaning,” Levi explained quickly, much to Kuchel’s dismay.

“No! It’s not play, it’s chores. Daddy tricked me!”

“I wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t made this mess in the first place.” Levi scoffed, shooting her a betrayed look.

“But I want to play outside,” Kuchel pouted. Smiling softly to yourself, you glanced up at Levi with a raised brow.

“Honey, would you mind playing with Kuchel outside for a little bit? The mess can wait; I’m exhausted and she hasn’t slowed down once today.”

Thought you thought he might pause and think up a protest, Levi didn’t. With a soft peck to your lips, his eyes lit up with a smile he so seldomly showed.

“Of course darling. Go back to resting. Kuchel and I will be out in the yard if you need anything.”

Giving him a grateful smile, you stepped back to let Kuchel fall to her feet with an excited giggle.

As she raced to put on her shoes, Levi took a step closer to you and placed a careful hand onto your belly. You both chuckled upon feeling a tiny kick against his palm.

“Missed you,” Levi whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a longer kiss. After a passionate moment, you broke away and smiled thankfully up at him.

“I missed you too. Come join me once you’ve tired out Kuchel?”

“Give me ten minuets,” Levi mumbled against your lips before pulling back with a small smirk, seemingly already having forgotten about the messy kitchen.

As you watched them exit the house, you couldn’t help but to chuckle to yourself where you stood leaning against the wall.

Lord, what had you done to deserve them?

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[rosehxnt]

oh, simple thing

characters: ruggie bucchi, jade leech, jamil viper summary: small moments of serenity don’t come often with your hectic schedules warnings: might be ooc, mentions of stress (jamil)

Ruggie Bucchi  When you got a message from your boyfriend saying he’d finished all his running around for Leona, you immediately went to search for him.  As you went to open the door to your dorm he was already there, donuts in hand.  "If I'd known you were going to bring food I would've offered to pay for it." You pouted.  "There's still time," Ruggie said, giving out his signature laugh. "But really, I noticed how hard you've been working and decided to pay this time."  "You work just as hard as me, Rugs. Let's break into those treats though, I'm hungry."  You split the donuts evenly between the two of you, cutting each in half so you could try each flavor. You told each other about your days and shared any anecdotes the other hadn't heard yet.  "I don't understand how someone like Leona can go through so much laundry," Ruggie said, finishing off his last piece, making sure to get as much frosting off his fingers as possible. “It’s always overflowing whenever he calls me to take care of it.”  "Tell me about it," you commented. “Grim seems to make messes on purpose and leaves me to take care of them.”  “At least we’re finally getting some time off from that,” Ruggie said, swiping some frosting from the corner of your lips.

Jade Leech  It was about an hour into the hike you'd promised you would take with Jade every other week. He refused to tell you where you were going and gave no warning when he would stop to look at nearby plant life.  Your legs were nearly burning but as usual, he was unbothered. The occasional breeze gave you some brief relief from the steep slopes.  He suddenly stopped once you reached even ground, but didn't move to inspect or gather any fungi like you expected.  “Jade?”  “Yes, pearl?”  “Why’d you stop?”  “So you can rest for a bit,” he said, now facing you. “Don’t you remember wanting to sit down on this fallen tree last time we were here?”  You looked around his broad frame for the first time since you stopped and noticed the mossy trunk you’d insisted on leaning on two weeks prior. Sitting next to it was a small basket and some patterned cloth.  “You have been very busy on top of working at the lounge with us, so I’ve prepared a small picnic for us as well.” His considerate gentlemanly manner never failed to amaze you.  “Thank you so much, Jade,” you said as you walked over together to spend the rest of the afternoon cashing in on well-deserved rest.

Jamil Viper  Jamil was no stranger to stress, what with Kalim's seemingly nonexistent sense of self-preservation and the pressure to keep him safe and in line lest his family would be in big trouble.  Usually, when he had some time off he'd spend it alone, but ever since you'd come along, he found himself longing for your presence.  You met him in his room, where his roommate was long gone. Jamil was sitting on the edge of his bed smiling when you approached him. You could tell he was tired by the way he nearly melted into the sheets, but he still gave you the energy you were used to.  He greeted you by holding your hands and gently kissing your knuckles. You could still feel his exhaustion even through light touches. It made you want to bear all the weight on his shoulders as your own.  "What do you feel like doing, Jamil?"  "Just staying here with you is good," he replied as you sat next to him.  "You've worked really hard today. You know that right?" You locked hands with him. "I'm proud of you. I'm always so very proud of you."  "I know my dear," he squeezed your hand. "I know."

a/n: i believe that jamil deserves to know he’s appreciated for his hard work m.list & rules

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[leclercskiesahead]

first pole of the season

hello everyone! merry christmas! I wanted to give a very big thank you to everyone who left messages on my deco tree, you are all so sweet and made me smile, I appreciate you all. Wishing you all the loveliest holiday season and hopefully another great year. I love seeing everyone's content and tags as they come. I tried to hunt down as many trees as possible to leave messages but I'm sure there are many I missed. This is my xmas present to you all.

The coffee machine was broken that week.

Charles didn’t drink coffee, but he noticed because Carlos had been a lot less enthused about their preseason activities that week. And he'd heard his teammate grumbling about it to Sylvia that morning.

Charles was normally the more proactive one during media shoots anyway, always messing around in front of the cameras, wanting to see his shots, picking out accessories and suggesting his own poses. Carlos preferred to wait for direction, only occasionally joking about a position he was put in. Or laughing nervously when a camera got too close to his face. But he was especially subdued for this team wear shoot. Not even one dry joke or empty threat to pull a stupid face.

Is this really just because of coffee, Charles wondered.

When they were given a short break, and Carlos yawned and announced he was going to take a nap, then promptly laid down on the couch for the shoot, no one batted an eye. The newer staff or external crew laughed it off as a joke, ones who had been around longer and knew Carlos better shook their heads in sympathy.

Then everyone just kind of…scattered. A few people went out to get snacks or drinks (none with espresso, unfortunately). Other retreated to the sides and began scrolling on their phones. And Charles was there. In the room. Nothing to do.

He leaned against the back of the couch, an old, brown fake leather thing. It wasn’t very high, so it was almost like a seat for him. He twiddled with the sleeves of his race suit that was hanging around his waist.

He hummed a little bit, but no one paid him any mind.

So Charles’ mind started to wander.

He looked over the couch, at the man stretched out across the seats, hands folded nicely over his stomach, eyes closed.

He’s not actually sleeping, right?

“Carlos,” Charles whispered. His usually soft ‘r’ in his accent was almost nonexistent when he tried to keep him voice down.

Carlos did not respond.

Has he actually fallen asleep?

A random thought then occurred to Charles, one that made him smile impishly to himself.

Bracing one palm against the couch frame, he carefully swung one leg over, then the other, until his legs were both dangling across Carlos’ laying body. And then he began to slide down.

“Mmh…what are—nngh…” came the sleepy, confused groan from below him. And then Charles felt a hand come to push at his thigh.

Ha, he knew he wasn’t sleeping.

He had woken up too late, though. Charles settled onto Carlos’ body, giggling at the annoyed grunts from underneath him. He wobbled a little when Carlos tried to buck him off, but managed to stuff his hands in the gaps between Carlos’ legs and the seat back, finding some purchase to rebalance himself.

“Cabrón,” Carlos grunted. His voice still sounded a little sleepy, which just made Charles want to laugh again.

“Cahlos,” he sang. “You are taking up all the space!”

His reply was another grunt and shove at his thigh.

Somewhere in the room, someone wondered aloud, “what is happening?”

Charles had not noticed when the crew had returned and started adjusting their equipment again. He leaned back on his arms and shifted, trying to not put all his weight on Carlos. The last thing he needed before preseason testing was a flattened teammate.

Another voice said, “are you alright, you two? We can carry on with the shoot if you have so much energy.”

“No,” Carlos grunted, his Spanish accent coming out in full force. This time, however, he pulled Charles towards him.

Charles fidgeted, not expecting Carlos’ sudden compliance to his antics. But as he shifted to readjust his weight, he found the reason for this sudden change.

He had to clamp down on his tongue to stop the laugh that nearly burst from his throat.

Carlos was hard.

Charles shifted again, earning a small, short groan. Fingers clamped down harder around his thigh.

Charles had to press his lips together to stop himself from giggling out loud. Any other time, he would be flattered and proud at having this effect on Carlos. Right now though, he just wanted to make the most fun out of this.

So he lifted his arms and let his whole weight sink down on Carlos' hard on.

This time, the grunt was more like a growl, so low that Charles felt rather than heard it, rumbling through his teammate's body. It made something inside Charles twist with delight. Even though he was the one in control here, he still couldn't control his body's reaction to his teammate, especially not when Carlos made noises like this. Deep, low, animalistic. It sent a pleasant shiver up his spine, thinking about it.

"Are we ready, or..."

"Cinque minuti, per favore," was Carlos' response. His voice was a little tense, but to an outside ear, nothing out of the ordinary considering his decaffeinated grumbles the whole morning. His eyes were pointedly shut, as if pretending the whole situation with Charles sitting on him did not exist. "You gave us a fifteen minute break."

Everyone just laughed and shook their heads, but heeded to Carlos' request. As they turned back to their own devices, Charles took the opportunity to carefully slide off the very impressive tent of Carlos' race suit. The hands on his thigh and lower back tensed as he moved, but relaxed when Charles kept himself perched on the edge of the couch, leaning back so his body kept a certain monument out of sight.

As funny as it was, certain things were for his viewing pleasure only.

Carlos, to his credit, managed to will himself down quickly, and "stirred" from his "nap" promptly after five minutes.

But Charles was not done with him yet.

"Okay, quick pit stop to change, and then we meet at the gate for the outdoor filming, bene?" Sylvia announced, and Charles took his chance.

“Yes, box box,” he joked.

Then he leaned in to whisper in Carlos’ ear. “Box for hards.”

His reward was a pinch to his ass.

“I will get you for this later,” Carlos muttered, low under his breath.

His tone made it clear that they were spending the night at one of their houses. Likely in the bedroom and nowhere else.

Charles giggled. He was already looking forward to it.

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[zukadiary]

Hi!💓 I have a few questions, apologies if they are a lil vague, it's just something that has been on my mind lately as a fairly new fan:

1. Was it ever clear that Chinatsu is the next top? Was it the reason for Ari's transfer, or was it a need for ninbante in star and that's why Chinatsu became the next in moon?

2. Also, how did you predict back then that Coto will have a long run as top star? Based on what in particular?

3. Why did Tamaki became top star comparably so early?

4. And I know that lgbt+ culture is practically nonexistent in Japan, but i still wonder if any of the actress ever talked abt it or addressed it in any way? Has anything regarding lgbt happened around taka that you know of?

Thanks a lot for your blog!! I am writing a wiki page in my mother tongue for taka rn, since it doesn't exist yet, and ur explanations clarified a few things for me, so thanks a ton again! 💕

Hello! Not vague at all :)

It was NOT personally clear to me that Chinatsu was going to be top (usually these things are obvious, occasionally we get a surprise). I don't think it was the reason for Ari's transfer though; it's impossible to know for sure, but my guess is more because of Oda (they don't want her to wait for Ari to finish) and some need to balance Hoshi. With Chinatsu as an older top, she can stay for a shorter time (similar examples would be Sou Kazuho and Hokusho Kairi, also older tops who stayed for three Grand Theater shows) and Oda can become top sooner.

I had a feeling Coto would be a long top for a number of reasons... 1) she's extremely popular and puts a lot of butts in seats, 2) she has a reputation for being a "mini Yuzuki Reon," who also stayed for a really long time, 3) the Hoshigumi producer has a bit of a reputation for putting a lot of stock in high-powered top stars and somewhat neglecting the nurturing of his track, and 4) until Ari came over there was no clear successor, which made me think they were going to ride Coto until they figured it out.

I've only heard rumors about this... one that Miya Rurika didn't want to be top star, one that Manaki Reika was so popular they designed the troupe around her and the producers didn't like her and Miya/Kacha together as much as they liked her and Tamaki together... but again, there is no way to know for sure.

Firstly, LGBT+ culture is NOT practically nonexistent in Japan—not saying this to correct you, but it's an impression a lot of people get and it makes them sad! So I want to share the reality of it! LGBT+ activism is way less prevalent than in other cultures (and as a result, legal protections are definitely behind), but this is true of pretty much all types of activism (I had an interesting conversation about this with a group of Japanese climate activists). There is a rich LGBT+ nightlife scene, and over the years Japan has been fairly ahead of the curve when it comes to queerness in media and fan culture. There is, however, a very "we pretend we do not see it" energy despite the prevalence. That said, Takarazuka actresses are almost definitely forbidden from talking about this while active, and discouraged while retired (especially if they stay in entertainment). Even if they are not actively discouraged, because there is no culture around being open about it on a real and personal level, they certainly wouldn't out other people and likely wouldn't out themselves. There are OGs both in and out of entertainment who are not shy about living as their honest selves and you can pretty much tell, but it still doesn't tend to be something they openly talk about (Nanami Hiroki and Miya Rurika have discussed breaking gender norms in interviews, but have skirted around saying anything definitive about themselves). The one exception I can immediately think of is Misuzu Aki retired and blogged about moving to Europe with her female partner.

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[starseungs]

➳ 11:11pm. hhj

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

light(?) angst, bestfriend!hyunjin, unrequited love — 0.7k words

made this just to post smth while i finish my wips </3

ⓒ written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

"Why is everyone in love except for me?"

Hyunjin passionately complains, turning off his phone to toss it to the side after finally getting tired of seeing countless happy couples on his feed. "It's almost insulting to be left out like this."

You side-eyed him without much care to hide the somewhat disrespectful action. It was on purpose anyway—you wanted him to see it to prove your point. "Maybe if you lessened your expectations for every relationship then you wouldn't be whining pathetically on my apartment couch."

"And lower my standards? No way," he gasped in an exaggerated manner. You merely yawned, already having expected his response. "I have a very specific vision only my soulmate would be able to recreate!"

"Yeah, right. Your soulmate is probably grass, because you really need to touch some."

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes on you. The sharpened gaze barely affected you after having gotten used to it for years now. "You don't get to scold me like this, you're literally single too."

You couldn't help but scoff at the words you unfortunately managed to hear. Hyunjin wasn't entirely wrong—you were single too. But you believed there was a major difference between both your situations.

"Unlike you, though," you started, pausing for a split second at the sight of Hyunjin's attentive stare. It made you want to cry. "I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

"Come on, Y/N! Don't you want to see how other people would react?" He tried to sell it to you like some on-sale product. "You said it yourself; you're not looking for a relationship, then boom! Boyfriend!" Hyunjin looks up at you with a proud grin, to which you find yourself holding your breath too.

"Mysterious, right?"

You grit your teeth. From the day you first met him as a freshman in college up until this very moment, Hyunjin had barely changed. Of course, there were many aspects of him that had matured, as well as skill wise also improved—but the Hyunjin you knew never changed in your eyes. And you could say that neither did you. He was still the same one you befriended, the one you held oh-so-dearly, and the one you loved.

That fact only made you even more opposed to the idea that would just break what was left of your sense of rationality.

"You're actually insane, Hwang Hyunjin," you tried to keep your voice as composed as possible. He would likely never notice such a small change either way, but you're a lot more cautious about things. "That stuff is for fiction books. Nonexistent in real life."

He snorts at your comment. "Well, you'd be surprised. A lot more people do it than you thought."

"It's stupid."

Hyunjin hums, surprisingly acknowledging your stance. "I guess it's just normal for humans to crave love… and attention. Mostly for the attention," he lightly laughs at his own words—something you had to clench your fists quietly to as a silent reminder it could never be for you. "Still it's for fun, Y/N. We both don't have significant others or anyone courting us, so who'd get jealous?"

Yet despite everything you just did, you knew that it would end up in your loss. It always did.

"Damn it, fine."

Hyunjin's face lights up, making your heart flip and shatter upon landing because you knew you weren't doing it for the same reasons as him. Unfortunately, you've immediately come to regret your decision as Hyunjin slips his hand into yours without a word. You gasped at the unexpected feeling that had the butterflies in your stomach, circling in chaos. "Relax your hand," you heard him say, and for a second you forgot the situation you were in. "It looks awkward in the photo."

Oh. Right. You two were faking a soft launch.

It took you less than a second to release the tension from your hand. You knew it was merely you losing energy from the disappointment, but you would never admit it out loud. At least Hyunjin seemed satisfied, though.

"Should we put a caption?" He ponders, glancing at you for help. You bit your lip at what you were about to say.

"11:11, my wish came true."

Hyunjin raises a suspicious eyebrow. "That's… very corny—even for someone like you."

"It's not real anyway, might as well go all out," was your pitiful excuse, snatching the phone from him to quickly place the words.

And as you pressed the post button, all you could think of was how you hoped this was real. But 11:11 would never grant your wish like you wrote in the caption.

Not unless Hyunjin wished for you too.

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[my-writings-and-musings]

I'm FINALLY getting over a very nasty respiratory infection (still hacking after two weeks but no longer contagious yay) so let's celebrate with my first Earthspark snippet! This one follows GHOSTAgent!Reader being lost out in the field and needing a rescue from Megs, who owns my entire heart along with every other bot on this show. If you have any Earthspark asks please drop them in my inbox and I'll hop on them if time allows, I'll be posting some prompts soon!!

You couldn't feel your fingers or toes, but you could feel the earth beneath you rumbling from the approach of something big. Snow drifted between the cluster of branches overhead each time they hit, dusting your curled and shivering form with enough biting cold to wake you right back up. Had you the strength, you'd have reached for the weapon secured in the corner of your tiny shelter, but there was barely enough energy in you to lift your head. 

Hope of rescue was nonexistent in your mind when the tremors registered as Cybertronian footprints. No doubt this was the same Con that had shot down your transport and chased you into these snowy woods, coming to finish the job… Hugging your thin blanket about your shoulders, you hoped bitterly that they'd at least be quick about it. The cold left you with little patience for bragging.

Instinctive fear made you shrink back when the massive bot closed in, their servos pushing aside the thick tangle of frozen trees as if they were matchsticks. A fresh falling of snow blurred everything save for the glow of two intense red optics closing in.

Fear evaporated when you blinked through the icy dust long enough to recognize the hulking form bending down to get on your level.

"Megatron?" you croaked, voice breaking from more than exhaustion as you beheld his silver armor in the moonlight. You had been certain you would never see any of your friends again, so for your closest to come to your rescue was almost overwhelming. Judging by the relief in his optics, the usually stoic bot felt the same way.

"Thank the Primes…" he sighed, scooping you up into his sizable palms. Feeling the faintest hint of warmth through his touch, you went limp as he pulled you to his front, where the heat of his spark radiated most strongly. Life returned to your still shivering limbs as Megatron secured you comfortably in his arms, taking a moment to look you over for injuries whilst he basked in the simple fact that you were alive. 

"Are you hurt?" he asked softly, looking even more at ease when you shook your head. Beyond being a little banged up, the cold had been your greatest threat, and while you were still shivering his chassis was doing a great job warming you up. Still, the big bot knew humans required aid from so much time in the cold, and his gaze turned upwards as he rose to his pedes. "You still need medical attention. Let me get in touch with our ride."

Though you knew it was strongly advisable to stay awake, it was hard to deny how tempted you were to drift off cradled in Megatron's hands. The dim hum of his spark was like a tender massage at your side, and it was hard to feel at all on edge in the arms of one the strongest beings on Earth. Feeling his voice rumbling through his chest kept you from dozing off.

"Can't get a signal in this weather..." he snarled after removing his digit from his audial. Thinking quickly, he sheltered you from the still falling snow as he pushed through the forest. "Hold on, I'm getting you somewhere warm. We can wait out the storm so long as I can shelter us."

The abandoned shell of a building gave you both the necessary cover, even if the stone offered little protection from the cold. Thankfully you were warming up enough to be almost comfortable, even if the hours of exposure had left you more exhausted than words could tell.

"You can rest while I keep watch." he assured you as he sat with his back to a wall, keeping you in his field of vision as he ensured you were warm and covered. You swore a gentle digit stroked the side of your head as he spoke. 

"All will be well, little one."

#transformers #maccadam #transformers: earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tfe #tfe spoilers #tfe megatron #ghost agent reader #self insert #human reader

[forever-rogue]

Hey, l really enjoy your fics!

Maybe this is a weird request but I love sick fics! Could you do a tasm!peter x reader where reader gets carsick?

Even if you don’t do the request, thank you so much for all your other writing!

AN | So I misread this and made it just sick!reader, but I hope y’all done mind 🥺 Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You felt like you were on death’s doorstep from the moment you opened your eyes and were hit with the blinding light of the afternoon sun. Oh no. You had overslept. Not only had you slept all of the alarms you’d set, you were sick. That much was obvious from the burning in your throat, your sore body, and the raging headache. Today was most decidedly not going to be a beautiful day. The only good thing was that you didn’t have to work today and your missed classes would be easy enough to catch up on. 

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rubbed at your sleepy eyes, sitting back down on the bed. Your energy was practically nonexistent and you couldn’t even think straight. Your phone was sitting on the nightstand, so you grabbed it and saw that you had a lot of notifications - missed calls from a couple of friends that were in your classes, as well as texts wondering where you were. The majority though, not surprisingly, were from your boyfriend. See one Peter Parker. Judging from his texts, you were honestly surprised he hadn’t come over and broken down your door to make sure you were still alive. 

You decided to quickly call him to let him know everything was okay before going back to bed and attempting to sleep this all off. It rang just once before he picked up with a worried, “hello?”

“Hi Petey,” your voice sounded as awful as you felt, all scratchy and croaky. You could practically feel him cringing on the other end of the line, “‘m sick. I just woke up.”

“Babe,” he sighed lightly, already mentally planning on how he was going to take care of you and make you feel better, “I was so worried. But - and no offense, light and love of my life - you sound terrible. I’ll be over soon to-”

“Peter no-”

“Peter yes.”

“Honey boy,” you laughed lightly…before breaking into a small coughing fit. You held the phone away from your face and sighed softly at yourself, “I’m okay-”

“You’re anything but okay. It sounded like you just coughed up a lung!”

“Fine,” you nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, “but I will be okay. Please don’t worry about me. Besides, I don’t want you to come over and get sick too. We shouldn’t both be suffering! A few days apart and I’ll be back to normal.”

You knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. That was not his style; he had so many good qualities, stubbornness among them. Sometimes it was hard to tell if that was a good or bad trait. You were flattered though that he was willing to risk himself getting sick in order to take care of you. You were doubtful about a lot of things, but his love was never one of them. 

“You realize that isn’t going to stop me, right?” you could hear the smug little smile on his face, “has it ever worked in the past?”

“Not once,” you admitted softly, “what if you come and I don’t let you in?”

“I have a key.” Oh yeah.

“Well…”

“You don’t think I could lock pick? Get in through a window? Literally anything?” he sounded so pleased and you couldn’t help but playfully groan at him, “nothing you could say or do is going to keep me from coming to see you. So…what kind of soup do you want? Chicken noodle, tomato, something else?”

“Peter,” you loved this man; you really really did. You paused for a moment and grabbed your water bottle and took a long drink to soothe your burning throat, “butternut squash, please. Maybe some ginger ale…and maybe some fresh fruit or something.”

“There’s my girl,” he relaxed slightly at the fact that you were going to let him take care of you, “do you have tea? Tissues? Cold and cough medicine?”

“No, no, and no,” you answered with a pitiful little laugh, “I am wholly unprepared for anything and everything. You don’t have to get all of that for me. I’ll be okay without it.”

“Nonsense,” he tutted softly, “I’ll get everything and be over soon, okay? Just try and relax for now, maybe get some rest? I can help with everything else once I’m there.”

“Thank you,” you whispered softly, “I love you, Peter. So much.”

“I love you too,” he promised sweetly, “see you soon, baby.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were out like a light and back to sleep within minutes of hanging up with Peter. When you woke up to the noise of him stumbling into your apartment, you startled awake but quickly relaxed when you realized it was him. Leaving it to Spider-Man to fumble around like a fool. Wrapping your big blanket around your frame, you padded into the kitchen where you found him unpacking everything he’d gotten. To say he went overboard was an understatement. There were lots of soups, snacks, teas, and various cold medicines to last you a lifetime.

“Petey,” you croaked and his attention snapped to you. A big smile spread across his features, wavering only when he saw the pallor of your skin and how miserable you looked. You felt just about as good, “hi.”

“Hi,” he stopped what he was doing, in front of you within moments and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. You let yourself meld into his body, letting him dwarf you, “how are you feeling?”

“About as good as I look,” you said with a sheepish smile, “thank you for coming, despite me telling you not to come.”

“When have I ever listened to you?” there was a teasing glint in his big brown eyes as you rolled your own dramatically.

“It wouldn’t hurt for you to start Peter Parker,” he took your hand and started pulling you towards your bedroom, “what’re you doing?”

“First things first,” he stated simply, opening the door to your ensuite bathroom, “you’re taking a bath-”

“Are you saying I stink?” you stuck your lower lip out in a pout as he laughed and turned on the tap to just the warmth you liked.

“I’m not saying that,” he insisted, pouring in some of your bubble bath, “I just think it would help you feel better. But…now that you mention it, you don’t smell…the freshest. Hey - ow!”

He was laughing despite his feigned hurt as you lightly smacked his chest. You were well aware of the fact that you probably looked incredibly pathetic as you stood there, pouty and bundled up, “can’t help it. ‘m sick, Petey.”

“I’m well aware baby,” he stuck a hand into the water to make sure it wasn’t scalding before making a small sound of content. Gentle hands reached for the duvet around you, peeling it from your body as he set it down. You shivered at the loss of warmth, but he made quick work of closing you closer to him and gently helping you out of your pajamas. His touch was so soft and reverent that it almost made you want to cry; you were already in your own feelings with being sick, but there was something about Peter’s quiet love that was about to push you over the edge.

“C’mere,” he motioned for you to lift your arms over your head and he pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the side. He’d worry about different clothes and blankets later. He reached for the waistband of your bottoms, causing you to hold onto him for balance as he slid them down your legs and you kicked them off. His hand went to yours as he helped you into the warm bath, making sure you weren’t going to slip. The last thing either of you needed was a spontaneous trip to the emergency room. You settled in and let out a small, content sigh, “better?”

“Much,” he plopped down on the floor next to you, flicking a few of the lavender scented bubbles at you. You leaned on the edge of the tub and reached over to touch his face. You cupped his cheek before gently stroking your thumb over it. You really wanted to pull him in for a kiss, but also didn’t want to kiss him with what you were sure was horrible breath, and potentially get him sicker. He must have read your mind because he took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “thank you for coming. You’re my hero.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he grinned from ear to ear as a light flush of pink rose up in his cheeks. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, “come on, you know you want to.”

“Don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Too late for that.”

“Bad breath.”

“I’ve dealt with worse,” he didn’t wait for you to argue again before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You practically melted at the feeling, wishing the moment never had to end. But your congestion made you short of breath and you were pulling back much sooner than you would have liked, “not even that stinky.”

“Thanks,” you snorted in amusement, “love you, Petey.”

“Love you more,” he booped your nose before reaching for your shampoo, “lemme help you and then when you’re all clean, you can take a nap while I make you something to eat.”

“You’re really going to stay?” your eyes were so wide and innocent that he couldn’t help but lean in and steal a few more kisses.

“You didn’t think I was just going to come by and drop stuff and then head out?” Of course you didn’t. He would never, but you still wanted to give him a last out. You shook your head, “well, hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me until you’re better.”

“I hope I’m stuck with you forever.”

“Well that too,” he insisted softly, “that’s always a given.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he pressed tender kisses all over your fast, “always.”

#tasm!peter #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x you #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield

[mmriesoftvat]

explanation under the cut.

when my welkin ran out a few weeks ago, so did my motivation for rp, genshin, and anything tumblr related. just all my energy, drained. gone, kaput.

i should have posted an official hiatus announcement, but the truth is, i couldn't be bothered. i had burnt myself out so bad i didn't want to deal with it. it was always a problem for future spencer to deal with. well, hello, it's future spencer.

this is an official sort of hiatus post. i DO plan on coming back, but not until arlecchino drops. i needed the mental break and time away from the internet to focus on irl things. spending more time with my partner, getting out more, dealing with mild health issues, etc. it's been a really good break, and i'm not at all sorry i disappeared.

THAT SAID.

i am always on discord. just because i'm not on tumblr doesn't mean i'm unavailable completely. if you want/need me, hit me up! i'll almost always respond, if i'm not napping or in game.

ALSO.

just because my genshin muses are very low/nonexistent right now doesn't mean the rest of my muses are. i am very very hyperfixated on star.dew val.ley and red v.s blue right now, and i am very very interested in getting back on my other multi (@marchingasone) and getting those muses set up and ready to go. i am open and willing to do crossovers with gnshn and h.sr if you're also interested!

please please don't be afraid to reach out. i'm not gone, just on break. or on another blog because i am obsessed with some other fandoms and desperately need the writing fix.

thank you for understanding, and i offer many apologies, as well as some jelly beans. we all like jelly beans.

#ooc post #/srs

[chewwypepsicola]

ASKING YOU ABOUT YOUR AVA/AVM HEADCANONS!! I'D LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT THEM

I AM ABOUT TO GO CRAZY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT...

okay lets start with just my hollowhead hcs brace yourselves i wrote a lot

SECOND/ORANGE: Second isn't actually all that fond of being called TSC he prefers to just be refered to as Orange since that way he feels less like the odd one out of the color gang, he already has enough w his big ass head! So he def prefers that name over his actual name, think of it like a nickname ! Another one, he has no idea of what he is capable of. LIKE. in AvA 5 showdown he gets his shit rocked and then unlocks his inheret hollowhead OP powers right? here's the thing, what if, while all of that was happening, he's completely unconscious and going on auto pilot? Not only does he pass out again and then wake up confused and in disbelief at seeing his friends alive but he is also very confused as to why Chosen bowed to him! He has no clue that it was *HIM* who saved the day and defeated Dark !! RAAHH !! That why we never see him use his powers again (at least fully, or conscious lol) Cause in ep 16 note block battle he had just woken up and in his half-sleep state he went there just to shut his friends up and go back to bed, in my heart of hearts the fuckin uh energy wave he produced wasnt even a conscious action!! And speaking of his sleeping habits, i think its pretty interesting to see him sleeping so much, i either think it has relation to his powers (even if showdown came after we started to see him sleeping constantly) just for the lols. Another one is that he's just narcoleptic haha

CHOSEN/TCO: Fucked up little guy he's poprtrayed as cool and level headed and serious by the fandom but all i can think of is back to him first being given his name and deciding to instantly break stuff and cause trouble, he is a menace!! I hc that he is angry a lot of the time, he's just a silent-rage type of guy, easily irritable and impatient, probably sarcastic and to-the-point when he talks I think he also sleeps a lot, like Second, but in his case he's just depressed el o el, he is also haunted by memories of his time being used by Alan/Creator as an AdBlocker cause that sure had to leave sequels, so he is depressed and thus sleeps a lot but then has terrible nightmares about being a prisoner and thus doesnt sleep but then gets tired and has to sleep a lot and then its just a terrible terrible cycle- He has decided to move on and "forgive" Creator but he still needs to go to therapy tbh One more for him is that he is both very caring to Orange and very scared of him. HEAR ME OUT, Chosen knows what this kid is capable of, he knows that Second doesnt know, and decides to keep it that way for both of their sakes. STILL, even if he is very intimidated by what his little brother can do he still cares for him and looks after him the way he wishes he would have been looked after, even if Orange already has a loving support system in the color gang Chosen tends to go out of his way to check on him, i think that Chosen yearning for family is fucked up and in character since he was the first one to get severly punished by their Creator and even if Orange doesnt need a loving caring family (he already has one) he's gonna give it to him godddammit !! (for both of them)

DARK/TDL: MY BABYGIRL oh god ohhh god Okay so to start off, middle-child syndrome. Lots of insecurities and issues with identity and finding out who he is and what is his purpose. Simple one: i think the bracelets he made to enhance his powers are now imposible to take off and got broken so badly that his powers are now nonexistent (or at least suuuperrr weak) cause of them malfuctioning. His insecurities come from being literally the weakest of the HollowHeads, imagine being one out of three inherently superpowerful (and probably inmortal!) beings in the world and then not even coming close to defeat either of them on your own. FUCKED UP! And we know he is aware of this cause he makes all of this technology to enhance his strength and be able to stand on the same ground as Chosen. He only won his second fight w Chosen cause of his gadgets and his bots. And even with those he got easily defeated by Second. In showdown, if we become a little bit crazy, you can interpret his desperation to kill Second as Fear. The moment he thinks Second is down he goes and tries to get his plan into motion cause who fuckin knows what might happen next . And, as he feared. Orange beats him up and all that he worked for is gone in seconds! And im not saying that him making all of those bots and killing innocent sticks cause they were in his way is okay DEF NOT but i think i can see where it comes from Here come in play his issues with identity, since being given a name he was going to be Chosen antithesis, the one to defeat him and forever be enemies, but he lost, and instead of finding doom at the hands of Chosen or at the hands of the Creator, he finds companionship and a brother in Chosen, both of them break out of what they were supposed to be and run away after causing a mess. Again mentioning how Chosen is the more destructive/chaotic one, i think that Dark held onto that and decided alright! this is me now! Just like him! Destructive. He makes that his entire personality and goal since he doesnt actually have any other. He was given a mission which was to destroy Chosen, he failed, and then he got a new mission, destroy Alan's PC, and then he, didnt have anything, just chosen, so he kept on destroying stuff, thats what they both did! And then, against his given interpretation of being a destroyer. he created something, he made viruses and bots yes, but he MADE them, he made himself something to be stronger, he had a plan that he was genuelly excited to show Chosen, like, "Look! I can get us revenge on the Creator, for what he did to you! For what he did to us!" ITS JUST SO. BITTERSWEET TO ME,, that when he thinks hes doing something by his own free will he's meet with rejection and told to stop, so thats why he sticks to it, he goes thru with his plan and decides hes not going to follow orders around anymore, this is what he is this is what he wants, he wants revenge, he wants to make the person that hurt him HURT. its so.... OUGH And then of course it doesnt work as he wanted. he loses yet another battle and is left alone to put himself back together, it makes me so so so sad to think about him badly injured and having to pick himself up and just. move on. In my perfect world after Showdown Chosen goes to look for Dark and they slowly but surely start to rebuild their relationship again.

ALRIGHT thats all i got now MAN i really have a lot of thoughts on this HJDASFHJSDHJF THANK YOU FOR ASKING DEAR ANON U MEAN THE WORLD TO ME, HAVE TINY DARK DOODLE <3 hes showing u the blueprints for his next project

#ene answers #ene does art #the dark lord #animation vs animator #ava #the second coming #the chosen one #TDL #TSC #TCO #please please keep sending me inboxes about any of the stickmen i am so insane about avm/ava #fuck it ava/avm request are available too

[redroseincorporated]

Chapter 2: The Middleman

status: revised twice tw: no i have like 5 chapters done already im just posting them at an odd pace

 - Chapter Two -

The Middleman

            She scrambled to her feet, like an electric shock had jolted every single skin cell remaining.

            The ground, the sky, and the air seemed to unite into purity, as if it were heaven. A blank, white surface extended further than the eye could even perceive, like a canvas without the option of being painted.

            She looked around. Names were not an option anymore.

            Was this death? She knew what she’d done. This was incorrect, as most things were.

            Nobody was rooting for her. Not even herself. What was going on was out of the picture. This was her fault.

            Had the world simply collapsed on itself? The chipped porcelain, thrown out like the failure it was. That had to be it. That was all it could be.

            Why else would emptiness be all that remained? It was displeasing. Nobody liked it. Nobody would want it. It was useless.

            A voice called out from nowhere.

            It knew her name, yet she did not know theirs.

            An echo of a soul, nonexistent. Yet, it was not fake.

            It beckoned something she already knew. A response was unnecessary.

            “Do you accept it?”

            There was a steady pause.

            She whispered into the void around her. “Accept what?”

            “Rebirth.”

            The voice was behind her. She whipped around to see it.

            It was a being beyond comprehension. Humanoid yet nonexistent. It felt malevolent yet kind. It had a cold exterior yet a warm embrace.

            “Do you accept it,” the being echoed.

            “Wh - Rebirth? What do you mean? I’m not dead.”

            “You are not dead. Your idea is.”

            “What do you mean, my idea is dead? I’m right here.”

            “Nobody knows who you are. Nobody remembers you. Your idea is dead.”

            “I - Okay? So why are you here?”

            “Do not ask questions that you do not want the answer to.”

            “I want the answer.”

            “Do you accept it?”

            “Stop asking that. Tell me who you are.”

            “Answer my question first.”

            The air seemed to grow warmer.

            “Fine. I – I accept your ‘rebirth.’”

            The being walked up to her, around a foot from her face.

            “I need to see your soul.”

            Tundra stepped back. “My soul? What do you mean, my soul?”

            “We need to refine it. You will remain the same person as you always were, but only stronger. Thus, rebirth.”

            “Tell me your name first.”

            “My name? I never seemed to have one.”

            “You’ve never had a name?”

            “Some call me The Middleman. I control deals.”

            “That’s an ominous one.”

            “Stop getting distracted. There’s only so much time.”

            “Time until what? I don’t understand any of this.”

            “Focus. Your mind. Focus your mind and body into tandem. Your energy is the only thing that matters.”

            “How do I do th -“

            “Nevermind. Your soul doesn’t exist. My mistake. One second.”

            “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to m – “

            “Ssh.” The Middleman put a hand out, their palm facing her torso.

            She stared at the being for multiple seconds before breaking the silence.

            “What are you doing.”

            “Forging. Forging you a soul.”

            “That’s – um… thanks?”

            “It won’t take long. I do this daily.”

            “Daily? Are there more people like me?”

            “Not that you can visit. If there ever comes the chance you do, something is wrong.”

            “Oh.”

            The Middleman put their hand down, stepping back a couple of yards.

            “It is done. Farewell,” they said, pivoting on a heel and walking away.

            “Hey – Wait!”

            “Shiro Sakai,” the Middleman huffed under their breath.

            “What? What does that m – “

            Imagine it was Earth. The Earth you know. The playoffs for a grand baseball tournament are underway. The final pitcher of the ninth inning stepped up to the mound, ready to throw the winning ball.

            He got into form, before launching the pitch towards the batter box. Imagine that ball was fire.

            A ball of flaming purple smacked her in the chest, knocking her back and quickly absorbing itself into her skin.

            “What in the – What the hell was that?” She yelled, staggering annoyedly. “What’s your problem?!”

            “SHIRO SAKAI,” the Middleman echoed, beckoning. “That is your name.”

            “I – Okay? What did you throw at me?”

            “You will find out soon enough. Farewell.”

            The Middleman turned to leave for the final time, vanishing as if they had never existed.

(bonus! heres what the middleman looks like)

(they/she)

#13 pillars #oc story #creative writing #writing #short story #original story #just kidding i cant write lmao

[naraozu]

I had sudden inspiration to write a Javelia vs Ollie fic... So uh enjoy??

     Javi sipped his hot chocolate as he looked through his papers for ideas on his next project before getting startled by the sound of books slamming onto the desk. He looked up to see Amelia in a distressed state where he hair was all over the place and her clothes wrinkled. “Amelia?” he asked with a concerned expression. “Are you alright?”

     Amelia just groaned as she placed her on the desk. “Who knew relationships could be so exhausting?” 

     Javi tilted his head at Amelia. ‘She looks so… lifeless…’ he placed down his hot chocolate and got up then walked towards her direction. “They shouldn’t be exhausting though.” he leaned against her desk and crossed his arms. 

     Amelia looked up at Javi with a confused expression. “They shouldn’t? How so?”

     “Relationships do have ups and downs but the most important thing is to have happiness.” Javi answered

     “Happiness…” The word left Amelia’s lips with no emotion at all but a hint of resentment. “Well, not this time…” She got up and she grabbed her assignment for today then left the building.

     Javi watched Amelia walk away with a worried expression but he couldn’t go console her as he was stuck inside for the day. He whipped out his phone and typed something in the search bar. ‘How to console a person who’s being abused.’

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     Amelia walked beside Ollie but she had no energy to give energy for the conversation.

     “So that’s how that works.” Ollie said with excitement.

     Amelia had completely zoned out as she was paying more attention to the park more than the topic Ollie had just finished talking about before something caught her eye. “Is that a ghost?!” she ran towards it.

     “HEY! You didn’t say anything about my conversation!” he ran after her

     She ignored what he said and turned the corner to only be met with disappointment as a magician was practicing his tricks.

     Ollie had caught up and gasped for air before scolding Amelia. “You know ghosts don’t exist so stop running after something nonexistent.”

     Amelia dropped her head and closed her eyes as tears threatened to fall. She wondered for a while of Ollie would change his ways and stop belittling her interests. ‘Is this what a relationship should be?’ she asked herself before she thought of what Javi said. 

     Ollie glared down at Amelia before asking. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

     She clenched her fists as she raised her head and started to yell at him. “I am breaking up with you!”

     Ollie’s expression turned shocked for a moment before he quickly changed it to anger. “What the hell do you mean?! You cannot!”

     Amelia crossed her arms and said with a stern voice trying not to break in front of him. “Yes, I can! I can’t keep going like this. You keep belittling my interests in the paranormal and even go far to stop my hobby and passion!”

     Ollie gritted his teeth as he took a step forward. “Because they don’t exist!”

     Amelia felt small when he took that step forward but kept her ground. “You refuse to understand! Do you know how much of your words hurt me?!”

     Ollie hissed at Amelia’s remark before grabbing her arm digging his nails into her arm. “Because the truth hurts!”

     Amelia groaned in pain and the tears started to form. “That’s not what truth is! That’s called bullying!” she slapped him with all her strength.

     Ollie thought he had ground on this ‘argument’ but he was not expecting to be slapped which caused him to let go of Amelia and fall right on his back.

     “When I needed to be loved all you did was become a jury and a judge! Always judging my passion with disgust and your so-called truth!” her tears started rolling down Amelia’s cheeks. “Javi is right! Relationships are supposed to be filled with passion and happiness!” she wiped her tears but more kept coming. “I can’t believe I fell for your lies!” she turned around and started running to god knows where. She whipped out her phone and texted Javi to meet her at their secret place.

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     Amelia dredged up the forest's rough hill as she wanted to be gone off the radar where no one can find her except for Javi. She pushed aside a bush and emerged from the other side where she ended up at a cliff as the sunset overlooked her job, the place she protects as a ranger but most importantly the place that feels like home because of a certain someone that is always there for her.

     Javi ran towards the place as soon as he got the text from Amelia, dodging people as he goes before he arrived at the entrance of the forest. “Hold on, boss. I’ll be there soon.” he wiped the sweat off his forehead before he bolted into a run.

     Amelia’s tears had not stopped since the argument with Ollie. She threw her purse down and stomped forward before screaming out into the open vast area.

     Javi had arrived and spotted Amelia immediately before hearing her scream her frustrations out then walked towards her. “Nice scream. Let me join in too.” he stopped beside her and screamed as well.

     Amelia was a bit surprised as she wasn’t expecting Javi to be here as soon as possible but she felt at ease with him around. She watched as Javi scream as the sunset wrapped around him making him look like the heaven sent down an angel in her time of need which caused her to slightly blush. ‘Wow… He’s so hot.’ she snapped out of it as she shook her head. ‘That was sudden!’ she thought. 

     Javi turned towards Amelia and gave her the warmest smile. “So you figured out what you want and what a relationship is?”

     Amelia clutched the ends of her skirt as she liked that smile of his. “Yes! I know what I want and what a relationship is supposed to be.” she gently grabbed Javi’s sleeve. “This may sound irrational as I just broke up but I want to be your lover.” she drooped her head in embarrassment. “I always thought of you as a lover but Ollie fed me lies and manipulated me into being his girlfriend but I do want to start again with you!”

     Javi is taken aback at what he is hearing and is stunned for a while, going silent.

     Amelia bit her lips as anxiety fills her when Javi became silent in which she pulled her hand back.

     Javi grabbed her hand as he noticed what was wrong and took a step forward with a soft expression. “I would love to be your lover but do you want to take things slow?”

     Amelia’s expression turned to shock as she wasn’t expecting him to grab her hand. She looked up at Javi and a smile crept up on her lips as her heart filled with warmth. “I would love to take it slow. Thank you for looking out for me, Javi.”

     Javi gazed down at Amelia with the biggest and goofiest smile on his face. “Of course, I’m glad you are going to be okay now” he lets go of her hand and sat down then patted the seat next to him before opening his arms, an invitation for a hug.

     Amelia watched Javi before she happily sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “This is a nice fresh start.” she said with contentment as she placed her head on his chest.

     Javi wraps his arms around Amelia and nuzzles his chin on her head. “I’ll always be at your pace whether slow or fast I will always be here for you, boss.”

#dino fury #javelia #javi #amelia #javi & amelia vs buttface #belittling is toxic #unwanted touch is toxic #toxic is toxic #so any O/A shippers shut the fuck up and go on with your life :3

[genlossneg]

genloss didnt make a DENT in media or entertainment within streaming after it was hyped for 2 years. that’s the saddest thing about all this. ranboo was hyping it up for years saying things like “you won’t believe this, you have to watch it live” and buttering it up with praise until it finally happened and it was so Nothing that no one cares other than boobers. the hype is nonexistent and shrivelled, what, a week after it was released? the week after a cc’s project should be filled with momentum, hype, excitement, and extreme energy. analyzation and fan-works galore. only, there’s nothing to analyze because the commentary is so straightforward it could hit you, and the series as a whole only gets good within the last 30 minutes. it’s like people don’t care now because it’s just not worth caring about. it didn’t even get a million views on yt. it’s sad.

i definitely did not forget i had this in my ask box for 4 whole days. anyways. yeah the yt vods go from 800k to 523k to 449k. the fact the last stream was arguably the best and didn't even break half a mil is telling

#gen loss neg #gen loss crit #ask