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hpalways · 3 years

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Conquer || Childe

Disclaimer: This is a Yandere! Childe x Reader Oneshot. There will be obsession, light gore, and death. If you are not comfortable with such topics, you do not have to read it. I would also like to put a reminder that I do not condone such behavior either, nor should toxic relationships ever be romanticized. Thank you for reading if you choose to do so!

BLADES coated of water skewered the enemy, pummeling them down mercilessly with every motion. The quick fight was soon over, so the male brushed his gloved hands together and left the vicinity, plastering a smile on his face yet again. Tartaglia had just gone on a quick errand for the Fatui, to analyze an area for their future plans. However, he ran into a little trouble there and ended up fighting monsters and whatnot.

It frustrated him, having to deal with such lowlifes. He was better than this! If it didn't provide him the thrill he was so desperate to lay hands upon, then what was the damn point? They shouldn't even be spared any time, for they forced him to dally along, which kept him away from you longer.

He combed his fingers through his red locks, sighing in the process. It was about time he began the trek back to Liyue Harbor. Lands spreading far and wide, he stayed obediently on the path and watched the peaceful birds soar through the skies. It was a very nice day today, but he felt restless anyway. The hands at the sides were twitching, nails digging sharply into the palms until blood seeped out. The pain of it did not bother him at all -- in fact, he merely enjoyed it, lips curving up into an actual smile. It made everything less pleasant, but more real.

The greenery grasslands of the wilderness faded into pavement, marked by the craft of humans. The huge structures of the city brimmed of familiarity of what he called 'home' for the past few months now. It would never truly be home of course, and it would never satisfy his wants, but it would have to do. At least you were apart of it.

His dark boots echoed upon the planked docks as he dodged the bodies milling about. The waves lapping below were as clear as the sky, reflecting against the warm sun. He knew exactly where to find you, and had sucked in a breath when he indeed saw the person he wished to see the most. [h/c] hair blowing with the wind behind, your figure was hunched down, a pair of chopsticks in your hand. You were on a lunchbreak from your job at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, so you were currently shoving down food at your favorite spot of Liyue. It was a simple place -- the edge of the dock with a good view of the sea, but it was also where you and Childe marked the first letter of your names on the rail.

"If it isn't my favorite comrade." The voice nearly sent you jumping in fright, so you whirled your head around to meet deep, blue hues. The tall male was leaning on the ledge, capturing you wholly with an unwavering gaze.

"Childe! You've returned," you said, grinning at the sight of him.

He leaned closer in, immediately causing your heart to race. Without a second to waste, he kissed you chastely, tasting you softly, in addition, the salt coming from the chicken you just ate. You instantly kissed back, cheeks warmed and lids closed, the food forgotten entirely. Body heat stemmed from him, wrapping you in a comfortable embrace. It was enough to ease your current worries, because Childe was here. The man you loved since the time of beginning... was safe and sound. It wasn't that you doubted his skills -- because he was strong -- very strong, considering he helped train you previously -- but the world out there was still terrifying. Not just that, but he could sometimes get ahead of himself; that was a call for trouble.

His kiss suddenly deepened, lips and tongue burning you until it began to eat you away. Your heart pounded ever so faster, but not in excitement -- rather in alarm. Pulling your head back from him and hungrily gulping fists of air, you averted your eyes to the waters. Despite not looking back at the Snezhayan man, you could feel his gaze digging into the side of your face. He appeared confused as to why the act of affection ceased so soon.

You decided to answer his unvoiced question, knowing it'd be a bigger hassle if you didn't. "I'm eating and we're in public." No response came from him. "Would you like a piece?"

Snatching a piece of chicken from your bowl, you turned to look at him. That was when you noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles adorned beneath his eyes, his hair was messy, and his outfit was slightly rumpled. What had exactly happened out there? Even the offer for food didn't appeal to him, his body stoic without the charm he usually exuded.

Then it happened like a light switch. He nodded eagerly, opening his mouth for the chicken. Despite your unease, you pretended not to see it and did as asked. Plopping it into his mouth, his expression brightened and he nodded while chewing. "Very delicious. Isn't life beautiful, [Y/N]? It's always beautiful with you here."

"Oh... stop being a flirt," you laughed, shaking your head to hide your flustered state.

"Why should I ever?" he asked, tilting his head. A finger twirled around your hair strand, twisting it -- deeper and deeper like a snake burrowing within. He grinned wide, teeth baring and too bright it nearly blinded you. "You're fun to tease."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back onto the food. "How did your day go today?"

"It was annoying," he murmured, features growing dim for a second. "I had only hilichurls to fight. I need something stronger."

"Isn't that a good a thing? You won't get hurt that way."

He blinked at you, brows raised for a few seconds. "You're right," he agreed, shocking you. He wasn't the type of person to stray from the idea of danger. "Patience is key. My opportunity will arrive when it comes."

Oh. So that was what he meant. "That's not the point," you mumbled under your breath, repressing the sigh threatening to spill out. He wouldn't listen to your warnings anyway, so you decided not to press on it. "You look exhausted, Childe. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"I'm not tired at all," he smoothly denied, expanding his smile even more, as if to try and convince you. "Besides, it's our date night, isn't it? I'm not missing out on something so special just for a nap."

That was right. With how busy both your schedules were, the last time you went out on a date with him was a month ago. It was a miracle when the two of you found an evening where both parties were free. Even so, it was a little worrying. You would rather reschedule than force him to go somewhere when he was in that state. Before you could say anything, he beat the punch, as if he read your mind just then.

"We're going. You can't say no."

"Fine," you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile on the lips. "Ah, shoot. I should get back to the Parlor. Break is already over. It went by too fast." Shoving the rest of the food into your mouth, you swallowed it in one go. There was one last thing to do. On the tip of your toes, you pressed your lips on the side of his face, feeling his smooth skin under. Soft as a baby's. How unfair. "See you tonight?"

He nodded, shooting a quick wink your way. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, comrade."

Chuckling under your breath, you whirled around and left the docks, oblivious to the eyes glued on to your form.

The moment you arrived to the building of your workplace, a certain director was waiting. She had long, brown hair put into two ponytails, with a dark hat sitting on top. Amber eyes showed from beneath her bangs, darting back and forth in wonder. Her fingers continued to tug the sleeves of her dark, traditional coat. It was none other than Hu Tao -- the person you called a boss.

"[Y/N]! You were a minute late!" she said, huffing as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh... sorry," you said, scratching your head.

She picked something up beside her. It was a stack of papers, showcasing calligraphy, which advertised the company. Same old Hu Tao. She never gave a break about it, considering clients were hard to keep. More-so, the woman was the one who typically scared them away, talking about death and whatnot. It sometimes unnerved you too, but it kept things interesting. Hmm... now that you thought about it, you attracted quite the strange bunch of people in life. Strange people often led to strange situations. Strange situations often led to death. Death?! Did your boss somehow brainwash your brain into thinking like her?

Hu Tao dropped the heavy pile upon your arms. "Let's go and find more clients! While we're at it, we'll tape these on some buildings too!" she declared, pumping a fist into the air.

Forced to follow her like a lowly dog, you drooped your head and did as ordered. It was a nightmare having to approach these people, witnessing the terrifying lines Hu Tao would sometimes spit out to them and the horror apparent in these innocent citizens' eyes. Then they'd threaten to call the guards on her, so the two of you would be forced to flee, and the cycle would continue. If not obvious by now, this was your least favorite task of this job, but it wasn't like you could argue with her. If she ended up firing you, you wouldn't know what to do.

Traveling through the city of the Geo Archon, you prepared yourself for the long day ahead.

The sun was setting by the time the two of you began to return to the Parlor. Skies streamed of pink and orange, looking magnificently beautiful. Lights began to illuminate the buildings, coloring the streets with its warm glow. It was growing silent too; the merchants and travelers were beginning to retire to their abodes. This made it much more peaceful and a definite welcoming sight to see. The embarrassment you gone through today made you wish to never see another human being again.

Ah. It was getting near the designated time for the date with Childe. Just as you were about to ask to be dismissed by your boss, the female beside you had let out a groan.

Turning your head to the left, you found Hu Tao sagging to the ground, grasping her head in pain. "Are you okay?" you questioned in panic, shaky hands unsure of what to do.

It was over quickly. She stood up and brushed herself off, clearing her throat. "I have a bad feeling," she said, placing her hand onto your shoulder. You glanced down in bewilderment, confused by her line of actions. "Someone is going to die. Is it you?"

"What--" you blubbered. "That's not funny at all, Hu Tao."

She hummed, placing a finger on her chin in deep thought. "Perhaps it's me."

"Don't say that!" you gasped, shoulders trembling in shock. What the hell was she spewing out?! Maybe you should be used to her tactics at this point, but never had she said something so... so drastic! Why would say she such a thing? How could she say it so casually? She was lying, wasn't she? This couldn't possibly be real!

Her expression was entirely serious. Trailing from your shoulder to your wrist, her tight grip weaved around it. "Come with me. We're going to Wuwang Hill."

You decided to go with her. This was an emergency. The original thought of your date with Childe had been pushed to the back of your mind, entirely forgotten.

The trip to the this place she talked about was longer than expected. Night had fallen across the lands, dim stars twinkling in the distance. It was dark out -- it didn't help that you found yourself in some abandoned woods, where gnarly trees stemmed from the ground. Where did she just take you? Her prophecy about someone's death was beginning to look a bit more convincing. The woods were the perfect spot for a murder scene. You flinched at the sound of a stray owl hooting from somewhere.

The woman finally halted at a mound of dirt, to which she nodded in approval at. She spun around to face you, giving you a thumbs up. "Alright. Just wait here for me. I'll be back in a bit."

"What?! You can't just bring me to this creepy place and ditch me like that! Let me go with you-"

She shook her head, looking stern. "I can't do that. Nothing will happen to you, I promise." Her words were a little hard to believe and did not help to assure you at all.

Despite your futile protests, she ignored them and entered a magical veil. In less than a second, she was gone, leaving you alone in a dark... dark place. Curses ran through your mind and you hugged yourself in paranoia. All was silent, saved for the rustle of leaves blowing against the wind. The moon casted trickles of light past the gaps of trees, the color of it more ghastly than helpful. Broken wood littered the ground, which you assumed were past homes. What happened here? If people used to live here, what happened?

The nape of your neck prickled, the feeling of it slithering down the spine of your back. It sank its fangs into you, ready to spill your blood to fill the soil. Whirling around, you found an empty clearing, with no one there.

Taking a step back, you tripped over a log. Shit! Shutting your eyes, you prepared for the fall. The wind knocked out of you, but before the impact arrived, time had froze to a stand still.

Cold, searing hands were placed on you, burning into your back through the fabrics of your shirt. Eyes opened to see the familiar outline of a person. You yanked away and shoulders lowered. Relief seeped into you, knowing that it wasn't somebody dangerous. He was here to protect you, for he was untouchable, unmatched in skills and strength. Suddenly, you did a double take. "What are you doing here, Childe?"

"I followed you here," he said, a grin never leaving his face. Pearls gleamed, reflecting the moon's glow. His gaze didn't match the smile he had on though; they were overflowing with something. Turmoil. Anger. Desire. "I was going to pick you up from the Parlor as a surprise, but then I saw you leave the city."

"The... date," you mumbled, knitting your brows together. "I'm so sorry...! I can explain."

"Hush," he said, grin stretching ever wider. He snatched a strand of your [h/c] hair, breathing it in deeply, while licking his lips in the process. "There's nothing to explain. You decided your job was more important than me."

"That's not it!"

He ignored your remark, scanning the surroundings with great interest. "This place is pretty dead. There's nothing to kill." Bending down, he picked up a wilting flower, analyzing it with those haunting hues of his. The next second, the flower was crushed in his hand, squeezed so hard it had turned into dust. He blew on it and the specks disappeared into the breeze. "Where's Hu Tao?"

Hu Tao... He had never paid attention to her before. As far as you knew, they had not spoken to each other once. What did he want with her? Your lips parted, but your throat dried. No words came out. You couldn't seem to find your voice.

"Cat caught your tongue?" he sneered, taking a step forward. His question was repeated, a little harsher on the edge. "Where's Hu Tao?"

"I'm back!"

Speak of the devil. The brunette had appeared out from the burrow yet again. Childe whipped around at the voice, a crazed excitement flashing past him. You wanted to scream at the girl to get out of here immediately, but your mouth would not move. Although, why? Childe was your boyfriend, was he not? What was this fear that threatened to suffocate your every being?

The tall man went over to the director, who had stopped in her tracks. "So this is it," she breathed out, her gaze locking in with the red head. "Balance has been shaken because of you, Harbringer."

"Does it look like I give a damn about your words?" he said, barking out a chilling laugh. "Please do at least give a nice challenge for a fight. I've been bored all day."

"I have no choice, do I?" she said, slowly unsheathing her polearm.

"No! Stop it! Leave her alone." you yelled out, running out to the battlefield.

He pushed you back, sending you sprawling to the ground. "Stay there." You tried to get up, but by then, it was too late.

Blue and red visions gleamed in the dark and in a biting realization, you knew who was instantly at a disadvantage. Childe had taken out his blades as well, water forming from them. The two figures ran at each other in great speed, weapons clashing and clanging. Every time Hu Tao tried to hit him, it was easily met by the other, the fire dissolving at the taste of water. Steam arose in the air, fogging the air around. "At this point, I won't even need to go into the other form. You're weak," Childe taunted.

"And you're hurting [Y/N] with your selfish deeds," his opponent quipped. Fury blossomed in the depths of his heart at the sound of this. He was going to go easy before, to keep the fight going for longer, but it was running out. Hitting her polearm with his entire strength, he knocked the long stick from her hands.

He grabbed her by her neck, squeezing it. Her legs were lifted from the ground, eyes bulging and her hands desperately trying to scratch the iron grip of his. She wheezed out in pain, the sound of it raw and scratchy. "Stop! Stop it, dammit!" you cried, crawling over to the scene. He ignored you, dropping the ragged body of the woman down. She was still alive, but barely.

Just as you were about to reach her, Childe had kneeled down and plunged the recently dropped polearm straight down into her chest. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Blood splattered upon his face, where a sick smile took place. Sticky substance landed on yours, the intense iron smell making your stomach turn. The woman's eyes which used to gleam of life had faded, though they were still wide in horror for the upending doom.

You couldn't even process it or grieve.

His bloodlust eyes turned on you, crimson splatters oozing down like drying paint. Wiping a spot from his cheek, he sucked his thumb and smiled, looking too happy -- looking too normal for someone with blood on their face. You reeled back, uneven breaths breaking the uncanny silence.

"[Y/N]."

You couldn't answer. You didn't have an answer. This wasn't your boyfriend anymore. He was a stranger. A murderer.

"[Y/N]."

Nails dug into the dirt and you dared scooted yourself back.

"Why do you look scared?"

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He was pouting, jutting his bottom lip out childishly. How could he say that with his hand still on the polearm used to kill someone? Stop it.

"I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you."

"Leave... me... alone..." Your voice cracked and it shook with every syllable. With the last bit of your strength, you heaved yourself up and began to run like your life depended on it. And it did.

You barely last a few seconds. Yanked back roughly by your shoulder, he held you, claws digging into the side of your torso. His head lowered and hot breath tickled your ear lobes as he whispered.

"I will never leave you. One day, I will conquer the world. So I need you by my side. Forever."

His blue eyes were no longer blue. They were purple, the color of poison.

A/N: PLEASE the way childes banner is coming very very soon but i be writing this-

If youre pulling for him, good luck! We're getting our bastard man babes :D

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plush-rabbit · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet - Atsuhiro Sako

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Atsuhiro is quite affectionate. He constantly has a hand on his significant other commonly located on their hand, back and even thigh if they’re sitting close to each other. He’s a gentleman; if you’re cold- he’s draping his jacket over you and brining you close to him. He loves to peck at your cheek and nuzzle into the curve of your neck.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Since he lost his arm in a rather gruesome way moments after witnessing a close friend get murdered, he often times has nightmares and phantom pains. He’s absolutely going to go silent and possibly stop breathing if you were to wake up and comfort him. It’ll take a long time of trust and partnership but if you were to massage at the residual limb or rub oils on it, he’s going to fall deeper in love.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He’s okay with cuddling. He either likes to stretch out or lay completely still in his sleep so cuddling kind of messes that up a bit. If he were to cuddle, it would be right before bed where you’re curled up on his side or he’s resting on your chest. Cuddles are usually most prominent after nightmares or before or after missions. He mostly prefers to stay awake and admire you.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

He dreams of one day to just take you out to a really nice restaurant. Those types where you have to make reservation and everything on the menu is overpriced but it’s fine because he got to take you out and treat you to something that he’s been planning since you two began dating. He just wants to make you feel good for at least a night where he can stare at you and eat.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He puts in a fair amount of effort. He does his best to get you gifts that he knows you’ll like or need. He wants to make sure that you know you’re loved and will you remind you every time you happen to be feeling down. Often times, he’ll even go old school and get you flowers and a box of candy that you like.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

You help him out during his bad dreams- he’s going to do his best to comfort you. He’s a showman at heart, exaggerated and talkative. He’s going to just talk until you fall back asleep. He’ll talk nonsense most times, trying to get your mind off of the fear, but the further you go into the relationship and sleep- he’ll talk about himself and his dreams. If the fear is something tangible, he’ll do his best to take care of but if it’s an emotional of psychological response to a trigger, he’s removing you from the situation.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

His gifts are old school, most often flowers and a box of candy, making both items appear out of thin air and he has this wide, arrogant grin when he hands them to you. Sometimes, he’ll also get you things that you need or were eyeing earlier. If it’s a big date, he’s going to make you something or give you something of great value.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Atsuhiro hugs quite often but only in private areas. He’s going to have a hand on you and often kiss you in public but hugs to him are bit more intimate. He likes to lean on you, and press his face into your shoulders or crook of your neck and just rest there, taking a moment to just breathe.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He’s fairly romantic. He knows when to turn on the charm and smile wide with his pearly whites showing. He always tries to put his best foot forward with you and will never come off as crude. He likes to think he does well with intimacy. He isn’t all that frightened of it but he is cautious of it and little gestures speak much louder than larger ones.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

He rarely gets jealous. He trusts you enough to know that you wouldn’t chest on him. He’ll only get jealous if someone seems to be a bit too close to you- whether they’re flirting or teasing you, it’s all the same in his eyes. He immediately interjects and if it’s someone that has no real significance to what he does, he’ll marbleize them. But if they are part of the cause, then he’s just removing you from the situation or marbleizing them but placing them in a different room.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

He’s a good kisser. He’s attractive and was able to keep a low profile for some time that allowed him to date and whatnot. He loves to kiss, loves to peck or pepper, loves to hold you close while he his tongue peeks out and licks at your bottom lip. He kisses often, public kisses are chaste while private kisses are slow and sensual.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

The word appears later in the relationship. Possibly comes after you help him out of a nightmare and it’s whispered out in the in between of sleep and consciousness. He says it quite often, picking you up and peppering you in kisses and prefers to show it with gifts or little reminders that he knows- favorite popsicle flavor, favorite chip brand, etc.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Maybe. He doesn’t necessarily want it since he loves you and is confident that the relationship doesn’t need something legal to recognize it but he does like hearing the term “husband” roll off your tongue. If he were, the ceremony would be small but extravagant. And brightly colored.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

He likes to keep dates relatively simple. If it was an important occasion, he’s going to put effort into it. He’ll probably cook something and serve it at candlelight and gift you something during it or make sure that you’re dolled up. He likes to go on them at least twice a month. They don’t have to be anything big, simplicity works fine since he just wants to spend time with you.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

There isn’t anything he isn’t willing to do for you, if you ask and jut your bottom lip out; he’s going to say yes to whatever you want. He will probably have limits early on the relationship but he’ll still try to make you happy to the best of his ability.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He’s quite playful. He loves making you laugh and will often tease you by marbleizing or hiding something of yours. He’s quite tall so he’s also going to hold things over your head and tease you. Be prepared to hear jokes if you’re feeling or looking a bit glum.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

It’s expected that you’re going to offer your opinions to him. He wants to make sure that whatever he does- whether it is using his quirk, an outfit, or anything new that he’s trying, he wants to make sure that it’s satisfactory. He’s going to say his opinions if you ask. Sometimes they’ll just blurt out but for the most part, he’ll wait for your approval.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

There are moments in the relationship where it can become spontaneous. He prefers to plan dates ahead but in his line of work there’s only so much planning that can be done. Spontaneous dates are fun because they just happen and you two will usually use that time to just be together.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Atsuhiro sleeps one of two ways; he’s either sprawled out on the bed or sleeps on his back which means you’re either curled up at his side or you’re sleeping on him because that’s the only place you can fit. If you sleep on him, he won’t move and will throw an arm around you in the middle of the night.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He places a lot of trust in you the longer the relationship lasts. He’d place his entire life in your hands and would have this earnest look as he says it. The trust builds up gradually, at first it’s just him removing the mask and then the balaclava mask and then letting you take care of him during a nightmare to massaging at the residual limb.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

Given who he is and his quirk, it’s very useful at getting you gifts that you like but are unable to get for various reasons. He likes to surprise you and will be giddy about it but will still try to make you guess before he reveals what he got you. He’s still a showman after all.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It takes a long time- about the same time as saying “I love you”. He’s a bit sensitive and doesn’t necessarily want you to see him in agony- both mentally or physically. The nightmare was just a slip that he hadn’t expected but you seeing him without the prosthetic or seeing his downplayed personality is less common and only done when he wants to be taken care of for a bit.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

A lot of his jokes are puns are dad ones. He’s funny but it’s also the sort of you’re-the-worst type of laughter where you’re clutching your stomach and it’s just so unbearably funny but also not.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

If his significant other were to be harmed, he’s immediately nullifying the threat. He’s quick on his feet, almost managed to get the jump on Overhaul if he weren’t injected with the drug. He’s calm and thinks clearly. And he’s silent. That’s probably the most noticeable change to him, not a single taunt is uttered as he goes straight for the kill.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

You need to have manners and good personal hygiene. He understands if you have a mental illness that gets in the ways of that but he’ll still try to make you take care of yourself. For you, it’s more so that he’s exaggerated. There’s nothing wrong with it and you love his quirks but he can’t ever seem to find the right time to tone it down until it’s too late. If it gets in the way of missions, you’re usually the one who has to pull him back on the right track.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Atsuhiro is rather passionate. He wants you to know that you’re loved and will show the zest as much as he’s able to. He’s true to you before and after the vulnerability, confident in what he does and how he treats you. He always tries to make sure that the relationship doesn’t lose that zest.

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 4 years

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Marry Me, Bunny | Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

AN: Hiya! This was a request from @sweetlikepeppermints ! I hope you like this, love! Sidenote: I’ve been having way too much fun with these covers >.< Pronouns used: She/her Length: 1.8k

Summary: Tamaki’s been trying to propose to you for a while now! He finally gets his chance

Your Name: (y/f/n) - Aye soon to be (f/n) Amajiki Quirk: (y/q) Age: 24

“(f/n)… y-you’re the best th- no. B-Bunny, I l-love you s-so much and- no.” Tamaki sighed, flopping down onto the couch. His indigo eyes stared up at the white ceiling as he clenched his fists. Tamaki was rehearsing his proposal to his lovely girlfriend, (f/n). The only problem was, Tamaki was too shy. He wasn’t even the one to ask her out to begin with! She asked him out on a date, then asked him to be her boyfriend. So, how was he possibly going to ask her to marry him!?

Both Nejire and Mirio did their best to convince him that (f/n) wouldn’t say no, but how could they be sure? They couldn’t, unless (f/n) told him she would want to marry him. What if (f/n) lied!? What if she lied so Nejire and Mirio wouldn’t feel bad or something?

Just the simple thought alone caused him immense inner turmoil. It messed with his head, nerves, and the very little confidence he’d mustered up. The plan was to take (f/n) out on a cute little date, first to her favorite cafe, then out to the aquarium, then dinner, then finally propose to her at home! Ideally, he would’ve liked to propose to her at the restaurant, but his anxiety wouldn’t let him and he’d make a bigger fool of himself than he already did.

Tamaki frowned a little, would (f/n) want to be proposed to in front of a crowd? Would she want a husband who was more confident? Tamaki would barely handle kissing her on the cheek in public and they’d been dating for well over four years, almost going on five in about three months.

Yes, (f/n) was dating him, but they were at the stage where all (f/n) needed to do to get rid of him was to tell him. If they got married, she’d need to go through this whole divorce process, do all the paperwork, and find their attorneys. Would he really want to do that to her? Would he really want to put her through that? He was surprised she hadn’t gotten bored of him, yet. Would that last forever? He sure hoped it would.

Tamaki was so madly in love with (f/n). With all of his heart. She was his rock, she was his sun, she was his determination, passion, drive, and reason. She was the reason he was a hero, she was the reason he put himself out there, she was the reason he was who he was. The powerful and mighty Suneater, the number 4 ranked pro hero.

Tamaki was nothing without his (f/n) and he happily admitted it. So, to him, marriage was the next step he would blindly take, knowing (f/n) would be by his side. But, would she? Would she truly be ok with someone like him? Someone so meek and timid, someone who could barely handle affection behind closed doors, let alone in public. There were so many better options… So why him?

Sitting up, Tamaki sighed. All of these negative thoughts weren’t helping his case. If he wanted to propose to (f/n), he’d need to be confident. (f/n) had been with him for almost five years now. She had chosen him, out of all her friends and all the other people he thought she’d been better with. She had chosen him and was clearly happy with him. So, why was he so scared? He couldn’t be. He had to be confident, he had to push himself out of his comfort zone, all for his beautiful, bunny.

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“Hey, Tama!” (f/n) greeted him with a rather excited tone. She wrapped her arms around his torso, nuzzling her face into his chest.

“H-Hey, bunny.” His arms fell around her, pulling her into him tightly. He placed a small kiss on the top of her head as his hands raked through her (h/l) (h/c) locks. “Ready?” She nodded and looked up at him with a big smile.

“I am!” Grabbing her (purse/bag), she shut her apartment door and locked it. The first place they went to was (fav cafe) so (f/n) could get her favorite beverage, (f/b). Once they were done, they walked towards the aquarium. “Where are we headed, Tama?”

“It’s a surprise.” He said, a slight smile on his lips. (f/n) only nodded, her hand tightening around his as they walked and sipped their drinks.

They had a comfortable conversation until they arrived at the next location. He was both relieved and overjoyed to see how excited (f/n) was when she saw the aquarium in the distance and Tamaki confirmed that’s where they were going.

As they walked through the entire aquarium, visiting all the exhibits and whatnot, Tamaki couldn’t help but feel a sense of bliss and contentment at seeing his girlfriend’s happy face and expressions.

“Tama! Look!” She giggled, running ahead of him. Her hand slipped from his as she placed them on the glass, eyes filled with wonder and admiration. There was a large tank that had small sharks, different schools of saltwater fish, and even some manta rays. Her eyes watched as a manta ray swam towards her, floating above and exposing its belly to her as it swam by. “Oh! He’s so cute!” She giggled.

Tamaki smiled as he followed behind her, standing right next to her. His indigo eyes scanned her features, her bright smile, and eyes filled with excitement. It felt great knowing he was the reason, someone, as amazing as she had that big of a smile.

In the distance, Tamaki saw a (fish/marine mammal you like) plushie. It was medium-sized and he knew (f/n) liked that specific fish because of the (reason you like said fishie/mammal). While (f/n) was busy watching the fish swim around the tank, Tamaki slipped away and quickly bought the little stuffed animal for her.

Tamaki came up behind her and brought the plushie down in front of her. Her eyes widened as her fingers gently wrapped around it.

“T-Tama! Th-this is so freaking cute! Thank you!” She turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. His cheeks flushed a deep red, but a soft smile appeared on his lips and hugged back.

“An-anything for you, B-Bunny.” (f/n) held the plushie close to her chest the entire time they were at the aquarium. She deemed it her favorite plushie it and had named it (p/n). The next location was the restaurant. Tamaki had taken her to her favorite restaurant, (r/n).

“This is super nice, Tamaki. You must’ve really missed me.” (f/n) giggled. It was true, she and Tamaki had been apart for a few days due to how busy he was, but that wasn’t the only reason. Tamaki looked down, his mind returning to the ring in his pocket. It felt so heavy and overbearing, but he tried his best to push it out of his head. He was nervous all day and (f/n) had noticed, but she knew how he was. So, she gave him the opportunity to come to her when he was ready to talk about it.

That’s what he loved most about her. She never pushed him out of his comfort zone, she never forced him to talk about his feelings, and she always supported him no matter what. She was caring and loving and she never took advantage of him.

The dinner went smoothly, (f/n) had ordered her favorite (f/f) and Tamaki had ordered his. The two had a rather pleasant date, before they were headed home. Now was when the nerves kicked in. He was about to propose… but how?!

“Want to have a movie night? Binge watch a bunch of movies?”

“O-o-ok.” He answered, looking away. (f/n) knew something was wrong, but she didn’t press the issue further.

“What movie, baby?”

“Wh-whatever y-y-you w-want.” He mentally cursed at himself for being so ridiculously shy and cowardice.

“How about we watch… (f/m)?” Tamaki only nodded, unable to speak. (f/n) grabbed some snacks, even though they were full, in case they wanted some later on. While she was gathering her stuff, Tamaki was gathering up the courage to finally ask her the question. His mind was in a panic, the butterflies in his stomach were also in a panic, his body was shaking, and it was the most uncomfortable feeling and he really didn’t like it. “Ready?” (f/n) asked, sitting down next to him with all her junk food sprawled out on the large couch. As she pulled the covers up, Tamaki stood, making her eyes follow his figure. “You ok, baby? What’s wrong?”

Tamaki stood in front of her, gazing down at his beautiful girlfriend. She looked so beautiful today and even now, she was glowing. He was so lucky to have her and he only wished she knew.

On the other hand, (f/n) was in a full-blown panic. Tamaki was acting extremely strange all day. Did he want to break up with her? Did she do something? Did she hurt his feeling? She was mentally trying to prepare herself for any of these possibilities, but her heart stopped when he got down on one knee and gently took her left hand. In this other hand, he had a small velvety black box, with a bright diamond ring.

It was beautiful, the band was lined with gems, the biggest one in the center sparkling and winking at (f/n). Tamaki was blushing heavily, but he was determined to do this. He was Suneater and he wasn’t scared to ask his girlfriend to marry him.

“(y/f/n). We’ve been together for four years, almost five. You’ve always been by my side no matter what. You’ve always encouraged me, supported me, and loved me regardless of all my flaws. I… I know I’m shy and I know I get embarrassed easily but I want you to know, bunny, I love you. I love you so much. You’re my entire world, you’re my moon and my stars, you’re my sun, my universe. You’re my reason for being a hero. You make me a better person, bunny. You’re my drive, my passion, my determination, my will to continue. I want to be a hero for you. I want to be a hero that you’ll be proud of. So (f/n), will you marry me?”

He didn’t stutter, not once. (f/n)’s heart melted at the determination in his eyes. This is one of the times (f/n) could see just how confident Tamaki could be and she loved it. Her eyes were wide as she let every single word, every single syllable, sink in. Unable to speak, she just nodded rapidly. He slid the ring onto her finger and pulled her towards him, placing a kiss on her lips. It was soft, gentle, and loving. (f/n) giggled, her hand meeting his cheek.

“I love you so much, Tamaki,” She whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Or should I say,” She winked. “Mr. Amajiki?” He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips.

“I love you too, Mrs. Amajiki.”

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ggukiepie · 4 years

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learned to love - kth

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: kim taehyung thought you were meant to stay in his life forever, but maybe you were just a lesson he needed to learn

genre: breakup!au, idolverse, angst, sfw

word count: 3,676

a/n: had this with me for quite a while now so why not post it right !! anyway, this was inspired by the song eight by iu and yoongi :--) enjoy !

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Taehyung tightens his grip, his hand on the steering wheel and the other out the window, feeling the breeze through his fingers as he drives by. He looks intently at the road in front of him, cars starting to blur as he drives fast. He’s trying to forget about what just happened, what he just did, but your face keeps popping in his head. He keeps remembering the knowing look you gave him, how tightly you wrapped your arms around him in an embrace, the soft touch of your lips against his. He also remembers your eyes tearing up, and then closing to look away from him. He’s not sure if he did the right thing.

He didn’t mean for this to happen. He didn’t mean for this to get too far, too ugly, too broken for saving. He just wanted to be happy and to live in the moment, but he realized not all moments are happy moments. The truth and reality sets in eventually, and Taehyung realized reality was not a pretty sight to see.

But still. Whether he did the right or wrong thing, he knows for a fact he does not regret a single thing at all. He does not regret anything with you—because feeling regret would release the monster inside and consume him whole and he did not want to live a life with no soul.

He remembers the first time he saw you. Well, it was the first time he actually saw you, but after meeting you he’s realized you both have crossed paths many times already. But he never truly noticed you until that day. You were an intern at the company, specifically under BTS, which meant you were in charge of fixing all their documents, preparing coffee for their meetings and whatnot. You were too shy to strike up a conversation with any of them—because who wouldn’t be? They were technically your bosses and you were just…well, an intern—so you always avoided eye contact whenever you were in the same room with any of them and you didn’t linger any longer than you had to. It wasn’t because they were stuck up, egocentric idols—because God, they were far from that. It was because you were just really shy and it wasn’t like you had anything to talk about in the first place. The most you have said to them before that day was, “Can you sign here, please?”

But that day, Taehyung remembers clearly, he was running late to the meeting when he saw you come out the kitchenette holding a tray full of snacks—and Taehyung knew the snacks were for him and the boys because they always requested those during meetings. He didn’t think, really, because all he did was walk up to you, murmured Let me help, and got the tray from you. You stood there, a bit dumbfounded, but managed a small smile at his kind gesture. Taehyung smiled right back, as if on impulse, and he realized your smile was infectious.

“This is for the meeting, I suppose?” he asked to which you nodded. You walked side by side in silence until you reached the conference room. Taehyung tried not to stare at you during the entirety of the meeting. You were seated in front, right beside the group’s lawyer. You were taking down notes, nodding your head to what your boss was saying. Sometimes you chewed the bottom of your lip as if you were deep in thought. Sometimes you would let out a little exhale.

Taehyung always became reserved towards people he did not know or had not known for a long time, but with you, he felt like he wanted to be your friend. He also felt like he was stupid because how could he feel that way towards someone he barely talked to?

That was the first time Taehyung actually noticed you and since then, he’s been trying his best to bump into you whenever he was at the company. But the legal department and artists’ area were practically at opposite ends of the building, so he always felt a little stupid and embarrassed to be caught in your side of the building because he knew he had nothing of importance to be there anyway.

But he justified that reason by telling himself it was important trying to see you, to talk to you, to get to know you. Call it cliché, if you will, but there was just something that drew him to you. Always.

So he found himself going to the company earlier than he should be, going there even though he didn’t have to at all. He found himself wandering to the legal department almost every day. Sometimes he saw you and sometimes he did not. But the times he did see you, he would always make it a point to walk up to you and strike a conversation. He would say the first thing that came to his head really, and most of the time it made you laugh, which made his heart soar, so he always made it a point to start off with a random topic.

Months passed and you knew a lot about each other already. But those months always consisted meetings and bump ins at the hallway. There were never actual hangouts, eating lunch together, or Taehyung walking you to your desk. He knew you were an intern and if your boss ever saw you and Taehyung hanging out and would think otherwise… He never wanted to put your job at risk. He never wanted to cross that line.

Until one day. Jimin had caught on Taehyung’s unusual newfound habit of wandering to the legal department “by mistake” or Jimin-ah, I’m walking around to find inspiration and I always end up here! Jimin caught on the long looks you gave each other, the small smiles you shared, or how you and Taehyung always entered the conference room at the same time, Taehyung always, always carrying the tray of snacks.

So Jimin devised a plan. It wasn’t a special plan to begin with—Jimin just planned that he would talk to your boss as a distraction while Taehyung would ask you out. Taehyung’s eyes nearly bugged out at the idea. It wasn’t that he never thought of asking you out—because he did, almost every time he talked to you, but the words would die on his lips. He was just never brave enough to do so, because he knew the repercussions, sad as it may seem. He knew it would be hard to work things out—firstly, you worked at the same place and people would see differently and think differently if they saw an intern dating an idol, in the same company she worked at. Secondly, your safety and privacy would be jeopardized if people ever found out. Taehyung knew there were always stalkers out there and your identity would be out on the internet the second they’d know. Taehyung’s used to the hate and criticisms now but maybe you might not be able to handle it, should people ever find out. Taehyung’s thought about all this, he’s thought so far ahead that Jimin had to slap some sense into him.

“It’s just one date, Tae,” Jimin would always find himself saying. “One date won’t hurt, right?”

“But—”

“Taehyung-ah, stop it with your excuses! Stop being so scared and thinking about the what ifs,” Jimin started to say. Taehyung knows the speech that’s coming, has it almost memorized per word, but now does he truly realize the weight of what Jimin’s words mean. “You just have to live life, you know? Start living in the moment and stop fearing the future. Go out and experience things, for once! Fall in love, get drunk, get your heart broken, break some hearts… You won’t actually know what’s out there if you don’t take that step. Step out of your comfort zone, Taehyung. Nothing ever grows in comfort zones.”

Taehyung doesn’t know why Jimin always ends up talking about comfort zones, but he knows his friend has a point. Also, meeting you and getting to know you made Taehyung want to experience those things, things that spoke of normalcy but were alien to him given the kind of life he lived—he wanted to fall in love, he wanted to feel those butterflies everyone talked about during a first date, he wanted to feel nervous to hold someone’s hand, to kiss someone, he wanted to celebrate anniversaries and holidays with someone. And somehow, after all his thinking, he always pictured that someone being you. Taehyung wanted to experience and live life with you, and asking you out for one date wouldn’t hurt, right?

While Jimin started talking to your boss, conveniently standing in front of him to block his view from your desk, Taehyung walked to where you were sitting. You look up startled, of course, because you and Taehyung never talked in your work area. It was always in the halls, in the elevator, anywhere that seemed like a secret and not something planned, when actually it was always planned.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” he asked in a rush. Taehyung kept looking at your boss’ desk which made you look too. You saw Jimin talking to him then looked back at Taehyung staring intently at you, and somehow you knew what they were trying to do. This made you smile of course, but there was a tiny voice at the back of your head saying this was a bad idea. But even if it was, what could one bad idea do, right?

“Sure,” you found yourself saying almost right away. You had been waiting for this moment of course. When you and Taehyung would cross the line.

In all honesty, Taehyung wasn’t expecting you to say yes right away. Hell, he wasn’t expecting you to say yes at all. But here you were, smile wide on your face and looking up at him. He was ready to explain why one date wouldn’t hurt, why if you declined, that it would be okay, that Taehyung was ready to apologize for crossing the line. But you said yes, and now he was at a loss for words.

“Well?” you giggled at his silence.

At that moment Taehyung swore he knew at least three words, but now, none were coming back. It was only then did you touch his hand that he snapped back to reality.

“That’s… That’s great. Wow,” he breathed out and brushed his hair back. “I wasn’t expecting you to say yes right away.” You laughed and Taehyung felt his heart soar again. In that moment he knew it was his new favorite sound and that he wanted to hear it every day of his life. “Does tomorrow sound good?”

“Yeah, tomorrow would be great,” you replied with a smile.

The date entailed a late-night dinner at the rooftop of the company building. Taehyung made sure your boss and most of the staff had gone home for the day, save for the boys who practiced late at night and their manager who stayed as long as they did.

It was nothing special, really—the rooftop was empty and well-lit so it was just a simple dining set up with that dinner that consisted of take-out from your favorite restaurant (which Taehyung found out the third time he “bumped” into you). He had to convince his manager to help him set up everything and he was glad enough that he didn’t ask Taehyung any questions about it.

The moment you both sat down was when Taehyung realized that his feelings for you were actually real and not just some made-up infatuation a high school student would get. It wasn’t just some crush because God—you were far from being just his crush. You were something more to him, something a single word couldn’t accurately describe. Taehyung just knew in his heart you would be important to him some day. Not now, of course, that you guys were just still getting to know each other and learning to trust one another, but in the future. He knew you would be in his life forever. And that made him smile.

He drove you home that night and walked you to your apartment, mostly because he didn’t want you to walk alone at night and partly that he didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. He remembered asking if he could kiss you. He remembered the way you smiled and nodded your head. He remembered the feel of his lips on yours, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair, his hands tightening around your waist. He remembered his heart clenching and soaring, doing flips and other things he couldn’t explain. He remembered feeling everything and nothing at once.

More late-night dates came after that. It was always late at night and always at the company building during the early stage of your relationship. You weren’t complaining of course because you understood the circumstances that surrounded your relationship with Taehyung. And Taehyung knew that you understood, but sometimes you could see the worry etched on his face whenever you would go to the rooftop for dinner, or hangout in his studio for drinks because you knew Taehyung wanted to do more with you. Wanted to do normal things with you.

But the secrecy and hiding around… God, was it hard.

Only Jimin knew what was going on between you both. He saw the way you both pointedly ignored each other during meetings, how Taehyung would give you a strained smile when all he wanted to do was kiss your lips. It was hard on your part trying to maintain an almost non-existent relationship with Taehyung in public. It was equally hard for him, too.

Sometimes Taehyung would think if he did the wrong thing asking you out. If your relationship was wrong. If it was a bad idea. He’d tell you of course and you’d always jokingly say, “One bad idea couldn’t hurt, right?”

But bad ideas became a thing in your relationship. Sometimes that bad idea was having a late-night picnic in a park without telling his manager when he’s always supposed to tell their manager of their whereabouts. Sometimes it would be Taehyung coming to a photoshoot late because last night the both of you were hanging out at your apartment and barely got any sleep because all you did was talk and kiss and laugh and be in love. Sometimes it would always be taking a train to the outskirts of the city, whenever Taehyung had a day off and you didn’t have work or school. During those moments he didn’t care if people would recognize him. All that mattered to him was you and that you were happy, and that you were happy with him. And sometimes, that bad idea would be skipping an early morning meeting with the music team because your most recent fight with him kept him up all night. Sometimes the bad ideas would be sermons from his manager, your boss scolding you for not paying attention, or Namjoon getting mad at Taehyung for being late and missing practice all the time. To Taehyung, it didn’t matter much because this is what living life felt like, right? Falling in love and making mistakes and saying yes to bad decisions. Being reckless. And then making things right. Taehyung just wanted to experience that with all of you.

It went on for a year and a half. The both of you have matured since then—less of saying yes to bad ideas and more of going to practice on time and attending meetings fully prepared. Taehyung couldn’t deny that you’ve become one of the most important people in his life. By then, you were already close to his family as he was to yours. The other members already knew about your relationship and it made Taehyung even happier that they’ve accepted you into their little circle.

But as time went by, Taehyung realized something was always missing. There was just something out of place, or something not working the way it should be. Just a minor nuisance, but something he couldn’t exactly pinpoint, which frustrated him to a great end. There was a shift in your relationship, but he didn’t realize what that shift was until one day.

You were smiling less, talking less, laughing less. What had become Taehyung’s most favorite sound in the world was now some sort of a distant memory. Taehyung had changed too. He was making less of an effort at work, putting less meaning into his performances and music. He was smiling less, too, and he didn’t know why. He didn’t know what changed between the both of you. Your relationship was great, close to perfect, so why did it feel like it was crumbling now?

Taehyung couldn’t tell the exact moment things shifted. But he found himself happy when you both weren’t fighting and he found himself in a bad mood when you were. And this would carry on for the whole day or until things were right again between you two. The members noticed this as well—that Taehyung’s mood always depended on yours.

Maybe it was because of that, Taehyung thought—that you depended on each other so much. Or that your bad ideas actually became bad ideas—that his world entirely revolved around you when it should include the other important aspects in his life like his career, family, and friends. Or how you would drop your studies to hang out with Taehyung whenever he had a day off. The two of you seemed to revel in each other’s love entirely which in the end, wasn’t healthy at all. It brought out all your bad habits and bad sides and it was just bad, bad, bad.

Taehyung did not expect things would go this far. He always told himself, BTS over anything, BTS over everything. But then you came along, caught his heart with just your laugh, and he knew he was a goner.

Taehyung tried to fix things, of course he would. He didn’t want to lose you at all. You tried to fix your relationship as well, but you always found yourself at the same place after talking things out.

Taehyung knew he had to make a decision before things went too bad. His career was on the line. Your career and studies were on the line. You were too caught up in each other that you were starting to forget about what really mattered. Maybe this was how first loves always turned out? Taehyung always wondered that maybe you were just the person he needed at that time in his life, and he was the same person you needed too. Taehyung wondered that maybe you were just the right person that came at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time? But Taehyung thought you were the right person, and he knew it was never the wrong time with the right person.

But things were starting to get ugly.

You were already living together that day. It used to feel like home to Taehyung, but when he stepped in that day it did not feel like home at all. It felt cold and different. Earlier that day he’d been practicing what to tell you and he was just about to say his speech when he saw you walk in the living room. He knew by the look on your face that you knew as well. He forgot most of what he practiced in his head, but he said all the important parts. That maybe you were just the person he needed during that time in his life, that maybe you were just some lesson, some experience he needed to live life. Some first love he needed to get over, some heartbreak to go through. You weren’t teenagers in love but adults that needed to start making mature decisions and not saying yes to bad ideas all the time.

You keep nodding through it all and when Taehyung was done talking, you said your sentiments as well. You felt the same way, thought the same thoughts—that maybe you just needed Taehyung at that point in your life to actually live life and experience things. Maybe he was just a lesson to you as well.

So the two of you said your goodbyes with tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung silently cried as he helped you pack your things. He cried as he loaded your belongings in your car. He cried as he kissed you goodbye for the last time, said I love you for the last time, hugged you for the last time. He cried as he watched you get in your car and drive off.

He stopped crying, though, once he got in his own car and started driving.

Which brings him back to the present, head now clear and cheeks dried from the tears earlier. Taehyung keeps thinking on what you two had, on what you two shared. He’d like to think you are the love of his life, as you are his. But in the end, it didn’t turn out that way. Taehyung thought you were meant to stay in his life forever, but maybe you were just a lesson he needed to learn. To learn what? To learn how to live life, how to love, how to put others before himself, the list went on. He’s learned so much from you, honestly, that he doesn’t regret what you two shared. Maybe his soulmate is out there and maybe he’ll meet that person someday. Maybe you’ll cross paths again, when things are right. Taehyung’s not sure about a lot of things right now—just a bunch of maybes and what ifs. But what Taehyung knows for sure amidst all the maybes—that you’ll always hold a special place in his heart.

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stark-lupin · 4 years

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Photographs (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Nat x Reader

Idk what this is but it is very sad smh.

Y/F/N = Your Father´s Name. italic is the flashback

They were gone, your parents. The three of you always were close, they supported you, no matter what. You wanted them back, just so you could spend more time with them again. Your job as Avenger took so much time of your days, and when you had a day off you wanted nothing but sleep.

You feel a hand slip in your, intertwining your fingers. You look up to see the most beautiful green eyes look back at you, your fiancé looked lovingly yet slightly concerned at you. She loved your parents as well. And they loved Natasha like she was their daughter.

You know she´s trying to be strong for you, she knows how much it pains her, so she can´t even imagine the amount of pain you feel.

You get lost in her eyes as you get flashbacks from the day you introduced Nat to your family years ago.

Your very nervous girlfriend of 6 months comes in the room in a red, lovely, short (not too short), summer dress with flowers on it.

“Hey, do I look good enough for your parents” she asked, rather anxiously. You pecked her lips softly, while cupping her cheeks, you look her in the eyes and tell her that she looks perfectly fine, no matter what she would wear, your family would love her, you knew it.

After a bit more of you convincing her, you were ready to go. You wore a black top, with a red and black flannel shirt, black ripped jeans and your converse, you weren´t the kind of person to wear shorts. You grabbed your leather jacket and Nat´s hand, gave it a peck and went outside to your car.

The ride to the family barbecue was nice, as usual, the two of you conversed a bit, music always running in the background.

You arrived at your parent´s house just an hour later, arriving exactly at the time you mom told you to. Your other relatives were yet to come, which gave your parents and Nat the opportunity to get to know each other a bit.

You took her hand once again in yours and lead her into the backyard, where your parents were still preparing everything a bit. As soon as you walked in Sammy started to bark. Your beloved Husky, well it really is your parent´s. You patted his head a bit and he turned to Natasha, tail still wagging happily. Natasha bent down and patted him as well.

“Well aren´t you a good, pretty boy huh?” she cooed at him, which caused his tail to wag even more. You smiled and mock offendedly said “And here I was thinking you are MY girlfriend.”. She smiled as well and turned to you, you kissed her forehead and were about to go to greet your parents, as you heard your mother´s voice.

“Y/F/N they´re here! Come outside.” Your dad being the man he is simply asked who, but walked out with your mother, nevertheless.

You met them in the middle, while you expected your mother to greet you instantly with her motherly hug, she turned and greeted Natasha, catching her off guard, but after a moment of realization she hugged back. You and your dad shared a look and hugged as well, you loved his hugs, they always made you feel safe.

Breaking apart your dad told your mother to cool down and let Natasha arrive properly, saying she was probably scaring the poor girl off. Your mother then stopped caressing Natasha´s cheeks and turned to give you a hug, while scolding your father and defending herself that she was just complimenting their daughter´s lover. With a roll of his eyes he chuckled and gave Natasha a gentle hug as well, she returned it immediately, getting that your family is one for those.

The four of you finished preparing everything and slowly the other parts of your rather big family started to turn up. After a while your cousins arrived with their kids, who were more than happy to see you.

Everyone was being very welcoming to Nat. You both appreciated that, even though you didn´t doubt that one second. Natasha even seemed to enjoy this family gathering, that surprised you a little, not too much.

Everyone chatted happily and time moved fast. Everyone was now gathered on the several sofas, chairs and the floor, around the fireplace, you sat on a sofa with Natasha in your lap and a beer in your hand, taking a swig every now and then. Listening to a story one of the kids told you.

The air started to freshen. The kids now all inside either playing or sleeping. While the adults kept on chatting happily. You noticed Natasha shiver slightly and took off your leather jacket and put it around her shoulders.

Time was still moving on so fast and soon it grew a little quieter, even Natasha got really quiet, cuddled up into you. Deep in a conversation with your father about settling down and starting a family. You would love that, but the world needed you and Natasha so that would have to wait.

“Dad I really think she is the one. Each minute that passes I love her more. I would get her the moon if that is what she wanted. She makes me feel so light and down to earth. She is my safe zone dad, I love her.”. He smiled at you and nodded at Nat. She fell asleep, just like Sammy, who was curled up at your feet.

When you looked at the Russian beauty, she was fast asleep, looking as peaceful as ever. Your dad handed you a blanket and you lied it on top of the two of you. You kissed her forehead and whispered an “I love you” in her hair. And then went back to talking to your family. What you didn´t notice, was that your mom took a picture of you two.

Eventually you grew tired as well and your parents insisted that the two of you should spend the night here. The sofa in the living room was free, big and comfy enough for one night and apparently, they still had few t-shirts and sweatpants and your old favorite hoodie, so you didn´t have to sleep in a jean and a flannel.

After a bit of them convincing you, you agreed and said your good nights, picked Natasha up and carried her inside, she had to sleep very well, because usually she would wake up at that. You laid her on the sofa, got something to wipe off her makeup and did so. Then you changed her into a pair of sweats and one of your t-shirts and tucked her in. After you got changed you joined her. You slung your arms around her, kissed her neck and fell asleep.

You were broken out of your trance like state, when you felt someone cupping your cheek and wiping away tears, you didn´t realize you shed.

You tried to smile at the person that you loved so much but only managed a pained very little smile. The assassin took your hand in hers yet again and continued to draw patterns on the back of your hand.

After burying them and your very emotional speech, your whole family went to a restaurant to eat. Everyone chatted and several times someone came up to you and hugged you, intentionally making you feel better, but really it just made you miss them more.

You frown after you realized that, meanwhile you were talking to someone who came to you to tell you they´re sorry and whatnot, Nat left your side. Looking around the room you spot the redhead talking to the kid you talked to at the party.

The little boy seemed to tell her a story and Natasha smiled at him the best she could. Nodding every now and then and looking genuinely interested.

You decided to join them, so you went over to where they are stood. You slipped your hand in Nat´s and greeted them. Suspiciously your cousin´s little son ran off after telling Nat to stick to the plan. And not after telling you that you should retie your tie. You tried to but failed miserably.

Natasha saw that you started to grow frustrated and did it for you. When she was done, she kissed your lips, lingering there for a moment, then she pulled away. But you could still feel them. She studied your eyes and then started to make her way over to the exit.

God, she knew exactly that you couldn´t stand to be here for another minute. She led you to your car and got in the driver’s seat. You were beyond exhausted, so you fell asleep rather quickly, thinking you would drive home, which would take some time.

To say it confused you when Natasha woke you up just 20 minutes later was an underestimation. When you looked outside you realized where you were. In front of your childhood home. She got out first, coming to your door to get you out, you were once again in a trance like state. But you managed to pull out of it as you felt the cold January wind hit you in the face.

You walked in; the door already unlocked because Nat went ahead. Sammy, who was a lot older now as well came to greet you. He could tell you were sad. So, he licked your hand, which was just hanging by your side as you stood under the doorframe.

It still smelled like them; everything basically was the way they left it, that means that Nat, who was coming here to feed Sammy and walk him and take care of him every day, did a good job. You would have to thank her for that later.

Meanwhile Nat was here taking care of the Husky, you stayed at the Avengers compound, most of the time on the sofa staring off space. Wanda checked on you, so did Tony and Steve but you just waved them off. Wanda knew what you felt, and it made her sad. But the three of them promised you fiancé to take care of you. Made sure you ate and slept and showered and didn´t let yourself down. They did a relatively good job.

But now you both were here. Alone in a house that feels like home but also strange. You went to find her.

On the sofa was where you found her. She had something in her hands. She looked at you, telling you to take a seat, you did.

A photo album was in her hands. You didn´t know that one though. The two of you opened the book, your mother´s neat handwriting saying, “Happy Marriage”, beneath it both of their handwritings with their signatures.

You teared up, a few tears dropping on the book.

The two of you cuddled up and kept on going through it, picture after picture, most of them were secretly taken of you and Natasha. Some of them with your parents in it. Under many pictures was a little text saying something about the day or the picture.

The very last picture was taken years ago, the two of you on the sofa, cuddled up, sleeping. It was the same night your mother took the other picture outside by the fireplace, that one was next to it.

“Y/N you told me that you think she is the one, your mother and I think the same. We know that Natasha will always love you and protect you. You two belong together. With lots of love, dad” …”Ouch your mom slapped my arm because I didn´t write that we both love the two of you, BUT THAT`S OBVIOUS”. You could almost hear him chuckle after that. You would have laughed at that, if you didn´t feel sobs racking through your body and Natasha´s.

You felt home in her arms, even more in this house. You both cried for a while until you calmed down and started talking about moving into this house and having barbecues here. And doing anything to honour them.

Natasha fell asleep, cuddled up to you, your arms slanged around her, you kissed her neck, told her you love her and fell asleep.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #avengers x reader

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rosesvioletshardy · 4 years

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life as we know it - b.h. - chapter 7

i originally planned on this chapter posting yesterday but i got caught up watching avatar the last airbender on netflix again so it ended up a little late. this chapter is also a little heavy on some subjects so if it bothers you please skip it. i tried not to put it too much seeing that it also made me a little uncomfortable so i hope it doesn’t bother y’all too much.

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summary: when their two best friends die, it’s up to ben and y/n to take care of their goddaughter and face the challenges that come with it.

# of words: 3,427 (about)

warnings: talks of poop, mentions of vomiting, anxiety / panic attacks, fluff

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(basically what ben wore to the guardianship hearing)

late may 2017 (charlie is 8 months)

ben was the first to awake, seeing that he couldn’t sleep anymore and decided he needed to go for a run after not having been on one for a while and took frankie with him. when he left, the sound of the door closing woke y/n up. getting out of the bed, she went to charlie’s room and found her already awake. after changing her diaper and clothes, they went downstairs to fix breakfast like they do every morning from now on

“okay charlie girl what do you want today? avocado and peas or oatmeal?”

y/n didn’t get an answer but charlie just hitting her teething ring on the table of her high chair and babbled. charlie still hadn’t said her first word or started to walk and they feared that they hadn't been encouraging it enough to say her first words.

“okay you’ll have the oatmeal today and avocado tomorrow. deal?”

she had managed to feed both her and charlie and get breakfast ready for ben and frankie for when they came back. during the extra time she had, she put on some music and started to sing and dance along. picking charlie up from her and started to dance around causing her to giggle and squeal. ben came back from his run walking into the kitchen and seeing charlie and y/n dancing while she sang along before she turned around and saw ben recording her and laughing. when the song ended, y/n put charlie back into her high chair and ben went upstairs to shower and get ready.

ben was about to leave for a meeting with his agent about a new movie after finishing breakfast and give charlie to y/n after having her on his lap, when he stopped dead in his tracks when he felt something heavy in charlie’s diaper and smelt something bad.

“do you smell that?”

“smell what?” y/n asked him as she dried her hands off

“her. do you smell that smell coming off her?”

“oh maybe she pooped! she didn’t do it overnight or anything and i changed her diaper this morning but i didn’t think she would do it that quick.”

ben lifted her up to check to see and immediately regretted his thoughts as he pushed charlie towards her and started to gag

“yeah she needs a change. oh my god. my eyes are starting to water so bad.”

“stop being a baby. c’mon let’s go” she said as they walked up the stairs to charlie’s room

ben laid her down on the changing table and took off her the pants she was wearing and unbuttoned the shirt.

“okay. go on, do the thing.” he gestured to her as she stood next to him covering her nose

“what? why me? because i’m the girl?”

“yeah.”

“well i can’t-”

“ben you need to learn how to do something with her besides play! i’ve changed her diaper so many times since we had her and bathed her as well.” she said before continuing

“get in there. go ahead.”

“okay, fine. You know what? easy. if i can act, then i can do this. It’s not that -”

“it’s something you can check off your checklist. Check” y/n said as she did a check notion in the air

“what are you doing?”

“i don’t know what i’m doing. it’s not a bra that i’m taking off a girl. It’s a diaper that i’m taking off a baby, okay? is there a box of instructions?”

“it’s not rocket science. just take the tabs off.”

“see those little tabs? just undo them.”

as ben undid the tabs and pulled the diaper away, both him and y/n were hit with a big surprise from charlie causing them to start gagging while she just laid there and giggled

“don’t do that! you’re going to make me vomit!”

“it’s like slumdog millionaire in there.”

“you’re going to make me throw up”

“she didn’t eat enough to even produce that! she had like two pieces of those cracker things-” ben started to yell as she started to hit him

“she’s getting it in her toes!”

“okay, okay, okay! give me those wipes! give me more” ben stated as she kept handing him wipes

“what, it’s like a poop suit.” ben started to say as they heard the doorbell ring making him run to go get it

“ben!? don’t leave me here!” y/n yelled

as ben ran down the stairs, their neighbors were arguing before the door opened

“i’m getting the feeling this is some kind of reconnaissance mission.” zachary, rachel’s husband said

“no one else is thinking this.” rachel said before ben quickly opened the door

“oh, hi!!” they all said

“Hey”

“we’re just, you know...here comes the street”

“what’s going on?” ben asked

“just uh, you know, bringing you some dishes, and whatnot. new parents have to stock the fridge. one, two, three. just because” rachel said laughing

ben knew exactly what they wanted which was them wanting to come inside. he gave in and told them to come in. this made him remember that he a meeting to go to and according to his agent it could be a big one

“come on it.” he said moving out of the way

“oh how unexpected! hope it’s not bad time” amber said

“if you could all excuse me for just one minute while i make a phone call” ben politely said

ben left the room and went upstairs to find y/n cleaning up charlie and put her in a new onesie

“hey, the neighborhood watch is here. they brought us some-” ben said with his phone against his ear waiting for his agent to pick up stopping as soon as he saw her and pointed

she turned around for ben to find some of charlie’s poop on her cheek

“what? she’s perfect. no thanks to you. big coward” she said

ben tried to warn her about the shit on her face before talking to his agent and they walked down the stairs. ben giggled with charlie before following her down to where everyone was

“auntie y/n is in for a big surprise” ben giggled to charlie

y/n walked down the stairs to find a few of the neighbors that were at the funeral and reception there holding containers filled with food. when she reached the bottom, everyone cheered until what they saw on her face

“oh”

“what?” she asked confused as to why everyone was looking at her funny

“Well honey, you have shit on your face.” who she recognized as rachel said

y/n’s eyes bugged out of her face as she began to touch her face to find the poop on her right cheek while ben stood there smiling.

walking back upstairs, she passed the mirror as she looked and almost screamed

“fuck, fuck, fuck. that’s so gross! how did i not notice? how did that even happen?” she started to whisper yell

she quickly ran back to find one of the wipes and wipe the poop off her face causing her makeup to come off as well. she then ran back to the bathroom in a panicked state looking for her makeup to fix it. as she was putting another layer on, ben came into the bathroom telling to hurry up

“you got a little more. on the right.” ben started to say helping her

“just shut up. i swear”

“c’mon. the faster you finish, the faster we can get them out and i can go to the meeting. i only managed to get myself one more hour before i don’t get this. i’m just trying to help” ben said as she walked passed him and he laughed quietly to charlie

“well, if you stayed and helped this might not have happened” she stated as they walked down the stairs

when they walked down the stairs, they saw everything set up for breakfast that the neighbors had prepared. ben stopped in his tracks as he got a text saying it was his lucky day that the meeting got postponed to later in the evening as they got busy with a personal matter

y/n started to pour out coffee for all the adults as ben moved the playpen near them and put her inside it with a few of her toys

“are you guys doing okay with charlie? you look a little tired?”

“oh yeah, that would be the not sleeping.” ben said

“it doesn’t show at all” everyone started to agree

“you don’t look that tired.” mike told ben

“don’t worry, because you’re not gonna sleep for 10 years.” rachel told them

“and you’re not never gonna get used to the children’s music.” zachary said

“i don’t think any of us knew what we’re doing when we become new parents” amber told them

“we had nine months to get ready and we still screw up about half the time”

“do you know what? i’m gonna get real serious. you have to get two things straight and i’m going to say: 1. get a sitter,” rachel started

“and a backup”

“absolutely”

“Number 2: you can never have enough paper towels” rachel finished

“when you shop at the shop now. they’re always out of milk and they don’t carry the unscented wipes” robert said

“that is true.” tom, robert’s husband agreed

“when you order motrin, or buy it, make sure you get the dye free”

“No BPAs. sippy cups, any plastics. you don’t want those chemicals”

everyone was hurling all this information on what to do and what to get to the point where y/n ran out of the room and straight to the bathroom to throw up from her anxiety. all the adults stopped talking and stared at her before turning to ben who followed her straight to the bathroom. softly knocking at the door, he entered to find her leaning against the tub, breathing heavily

“hey you alright?” ben asked

“i would say yeah, but then i’d just be lying to the both of us.” she told him

“what happened? what’s wrong?”

“nothing. i guess being a parent is more than we thought of and i think all the stress and nervousness from them talking about what wipes to get or what cups she should be using just got to me.”

“well you’re not alone on this. you got me too. same with jack and melissa, we can always ask my mum, there’s articles online. there’s a bunch of different resources to use. we don’t have to exactly listen to them, there are other sources.” he told her as she threw up again, holding her hair in a makeshift ponytail

“i guess.”

“now, we have people to entertain and finish talking to because the sooner that happens, the sooner we can go back to being alone and going to work or whatever.” ben told her getting up and offering her a hand

“you’re right. i hate it when you’re right.” she said as she began to wash her mouth out

“no i think you love it when i’m right.” he said in a cocky tone as they went back downstairs

charlie was now sitting in amber’s lap as they played with one of her toys while the other adults talked

“hey, how you feeling? what happened?”

“are you okay? are you pregnant?”

questions were being hurled at her like the comments before but y/n had managed to keep the vomit down this time

“i’m fine and no, i'm not pregnant. hopefully not for a while. most likely was from last night's dinner, maybe something bad.”

“that’s good. hope you feel better. well, i think it’s time for us to leave. we all have work, and i know you both do too.” amber said handing back charlie to y/n

“thank you for coming. the food was delicious.” she tells them as they all head for the door

they all said their goodbyes and ben and y/n have never felt so tired in the morning like this. they were somewhat used to this now due to charlie teething at the moment so there are times in the middle of the night where they wake up to help her soothe her gums. ben went to go take charlie upstairs for her nap while she decided to check her phone while finishing getting ready after cleaning the table and putting the leftover breakfast in the fridge and dishes in the dishwasher. as she scrolled through the news, she saw a rather interesting article about ben from The Daily Mail, which she has learned to hate. when she clicked on it, she started to choke on her coffee when she read the headline. after pulling herself together, she reread the headline to make sure it was right,

“eastenders actor ben hardy with a secret girlfriend and baby strolling london?”

she took a deep breath and pressed on the article to read it knowing that it won’t be the best idea

“Earlier this week, former EastEnders actor Ben Hardy was caught strolling in London for lunch with bakery owner y/n l/n, their dog, and their child. it is unknown whether or not how long they have been together. They were seen by a source going into l/n’s bakery, Eats ‘n’ Treats for lunch and stayed there for a couple of hours before leaving and taking a small stroll around Hyde Park. A month ago, Hardy and L/N’s friends were killed in a car incident. Hardy recently starred in an episode of “Drunk History” where he played King Arthur and as Archangel in the Marvel movie “X-Men: Apocalypse.”

ben walked back down to see y/n clutching her phone to the point where if she had any more strength, it would break. her face was pale too, eyes bugging out. he went to her to see what was wrong where all she could do was hand her phone to ben. he seemed confused at first before he read what she was reading. he had never liked gossip sites, no matter what they were or who. he sat down next to her and they thought about how they could tell people the truth about their situation. he looked at her and without even having to open their mouths, she nodded knowing it would be the right thing to do. ben got out his phone and opened Instagram and picked out a photo of him, y/n, and charlie all together from when she was first born. he spent a few minutes on the caption and making sure there weren’t any mistakes, and posted the picture. the two didn’t say another word and he watched her as she left for work. ben was pretty sure that his agent was going to be bringing it up at the meeting later in the evening.

ben hadn’t looked at his phone all day or called her. she hadn't done the same either. tyler had tried to talk to her about it but he knew she didn’t want to and respected his friends' choices. her shop became more crowded than usual after the article, specifically fans of ben. she decided it would be best for her to go into her office to work and be in the back until the shop closed. ben had stayed home with charlie and cleaned up around the house and cooked dinner or at least tried to. he wanted to apologize for dragging her and charlie into the mess he calls his life as an actor and wanted to at least make up for it. the one thing he didn’t think of was what would sean think of the article. he couldn’t believe that he would be that dense to believe anything a gossip article would say.

y/n had managed to arrive back home a few minutes later than usual and entered to see the table set up with dinner and candles lit up. she dropped her bag off at the couch and took her heels off and walked into the kitchen to find ben pouring some wine. white, this time so nothing would happen like what would happen when she drank red.

“why did you do this?” she asked him

“i wanted to apologize to everything that has happened recently. Specifically what we read this morning from the tabloids. i tried using a cookbook to follow everything to the point where i think i just ended up guessing on everything. hopefully i won’t try to poison us and i hope it doesn't.” ben said all in one breath

all she could do was let out a small laugh and go to one side of the table admiring the food he made. it didn’t look bad and it didn’t smell bad either. “he really outdid himself, huh?” she thought

ben walked over to her and placed the glass of wine in front of her and pulled out her chair for her to sit. she kindly did so and watched as he went to sit next to her. she began to have this feeling in her stomach. a feeling she used to have with sean when they first began to date but not as much anymore. y/n quickly shook her thoughts away and watched as he began to put some of the spaghetti carbonara on her plate. the two ate in silence before she spoke up.

“it’s really good. but why did you do this? an apology would’ve just been enough.”

“yes, but i know you’ve been working more hard on everything the past couple months that i felt like you deserve something better. i know we have our ups and downs but-” ben started to say until his phone ringing interrupted him

“answer it. it sounds important.” she told him as she saw that the contact name was his agent

ben gave her a small, sorry, smile before leaving the room. y/n tried to finish the rest of her food but she had too much going on in her mind before snapping out of her thoughts when ben came back in.

“i’m really sorry i have to do this but i have a meeting to go to. it’s something about a new movie and they want to talk to me about it before getting me an audition in a couple of months.” ben said with a sorrowful look on his already feeling more guilty

“no, ben it’s fine. you’re getting bigger and i couldn’t be more proud. just go, i’ll clean up. the food was great though. thank you.” she told him standing up

“are you-”

“yes. ben i’m sure. now go. i don’t want you to miss out on a big opportunity like this.”

ben gave her a small smile apologizing again before putting his shoes on and walking out the door and glanced over his shoulder, back at her to find her putting the dishes in the sink and the food in a tupperware. he closed the door and headed towards his car to go to his agent's house. when she was done with the rest of the dishes, she drank the rest of her glass of wine and went to check on charlie seeing that she hadn't seen her since the morning.

upon entering her room, frankie quickly got up to see who the intruder was. after smelling the scent of the person and knowing who it was, she went back to her spot near charlie’s crib. y/n walked over to find her peacefully sleeping and lightly brushing the frame of her face. she looked at her for a few more minutes before looking around the room and seeing the picture of christian and lennon. picking it up, she held the picture close to her for a few minutes before setting it back down and heading back downstairs. she tried to watch some TV to distract herself but there wasn’t anything good for her so she just left it on with the volume on low and found herself slowly falling asleep on the couch.

when ben came back home, it was late, almost 12 am. he quietly closed and locked the door before hearing noises coming from the living room and realizing it was the tv. he walked over to turn it off before he saw y/n asleep on the couch. he turned the show off and went over to her and softly picked her up to take her to her to her room. closing the door, he went to change out of his clothes and got ready for bed himself.

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inanotheruniversemusings · 4 years

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lumiere, darling

fill for Supercorptober2020 prompt: dancing

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Kara clutches tightly at the note concealed in her hand. She feels it crumple beneath her fist, creased edges buckling under the solid weight of the thin silver band wrapped around her fourth finger.

But Kara doesn’t really mind, not when she has East Wing Sitting Room practically etched inside her head. Those four words rebound all over every time she nods at a familiar face she comes across with: Olivia, who’s in charge of keeping the West Wing pristine, Isabelle from the Archives; Anthony, the guard posted right by the hallway Kara’s currently cruising down on.

The last one, she greets with a smile, even though Jess merely returns it with a polite Miss Danvers that she matches with a stiff nod. Then, she gestures towards the lavish double doors prefacing her intended destination.

(Kara’s not worried about that either. She knows she’s won Jess over the mere second she’d set a tiny square box on Jess’ desk, and Jess found the lone coin missing from her collection.

She traced it all the way back to a small town in the Philippines, but the earnest smile that adorned Lena’s face when she was shown in was worth every effort.)

Kara stands at the designated spot that’s a few steps away from the doors, letting Jess take the lead. She’s still quite insistent on observing proper protocol despite being told numerous times that she really doesn’t have to, even more so the last three months.

Because Kara may not be much of a stickler for rules, but she’d walk the straightest path just for the woman behind the door. Whatever makes her life easier, Kara is determined to do.

Jess twists around to throw her one last look, as if to ask if Kara’s ready to step through, her steady hand already poised for a knock. Kara hastily pats her ponytail flat in turn and smoothens the front of her dark blue dress shirt, tucking straying edges back inside her dress pants.

With a heaved sigh, she nods at Jess to go ahead, sucking in another lungful of air when she hears Jess’ knuckles rap firmly against the broad white wood.

A faint come in wafts through the thick doors; Kara’s honestly surprised it manages to drift to her ears. But then, maybe she’s always just been so attuned to anything and everything that has to do with love of her life.

Jess cracks the doors open at the permission, though Kara doesn’t follow right away. She waits dutifully for the other woman to beckon her in, tunes out the conversation when she hears the muffled exchange of words out of respect and Kara’s own strict sense of privacy.

It doesn’t really take long anyway. She’s just three lines in on the song that’s been stuck in her head for a week now—her ring twirling around her finger just four times—when Jess finally gestures at her to step inside, leaving the room with a curtsy towards Her Majesty.

…

But Kara? Kara she leaves in the room with Lena.

Lena, whose face Kara hasn’t seen in person for three weeks now. Three weeks that Kara has had to stick with and try to be content with pixelated versions of her on Kara’s screen, and non-moving ones every time Lena sends her a picture.

Granted, Lena’s sent her a lot. But nothing ever really beats the real thing, does it?

Lena’s perched by the couch rest, her hip propped against the soft, plump edge that curves the top. Kara finds her gazing past the Victorian windows, her eyes following the gaggle of busy people waltzing in and out of the palace doors and carrying all sorts of flowers and glittering decorations.

Kara finds her beautiful like that, looking out for her people and never down. She’d be content to stare at Lena for hours, watch her until the golden light of the sun fades on Lena’s face, and wait for the moon to replace it, see it sparkle in Lena’s eyes.

But Kara’s missed her, too. Terribly. So she clears her throat so as not to startle the other woman, and then sends her a warm smile when Lena twirls around to follow the sound, like she can finally breathe easily again after three weeks of not being able to.

“Hey,” she greets her softly next. She rounds the huge couch to get to Lena, but not without throwing a haphazard glance towards the direction of the double doors to check it herself first.

It’s still locked tight just as Jess has left it, but Kara can never be too sure, especially now. Not when they’re so close, and things have been set in their right places, and Lena’s pulled all the strings and pushed the proverbial ball rolling.

“Kara,” Lena breathes out, whispering her name like she can finally breathe now, too—as if she’s finally broken into the surface of whatever it is that has her gasping for air.

(It’s Kara’s absence, Lena missing her so immensely it washes over her in waves.)

She pulls Kara into her arms—or maybe it’s Kara who pulls her in, Lena isn’t even too sure anymore—squeezing her tight.

Kara folds in on herself in turn, tucking her face into the crook of Lena’s neck and breathing her in until Lena’s scent is the only thing that’s swimming in her head. Not the hours ticking by too slowly for Kara’s liking, or the gala being set in her name, or the hustle and bustle in the grandest hall Lena’s palace has to offer.

It’s just her and the woman in Kara’s arms. And for Kara, it’s the only thing that matters.

…

“We’ll have to get ready soon,” Lena tells her a few beats after, when they’ve decided to make use of the most comfortable couch Kara has ever sat on—royalty really does have its perks—and Lena’s getting some much deserved rest, propped on Kara’s chest.

There’s a hint of admonition in her tone as Kara runs her lips along the trail she’s brushed against the curve of Lena’s jaw, and it mixes with the faint sound of the orchestra coming from below.

Lena vaguely remembers the final rehearsals being at this particular hour, but the warmth of Kara’s lips on her skin is so distracting she honestly can’t think properly, and her next words are swallowed by the solid kiss Kara presses against her own.

She almost chases her as Kara pulls back for air, though ultimately, she lets it peter off to chaste pecks because they really do need to prepare and Jess is bound to knock any time soon. “Darling.”

“Ugh, fine,” Kara whines. The petulance in her tone makes Lena chuckle. “The sooner we get there, the sooner the gala starts, I guess. And the sooner it ends.”

“A very acceptable point,” Lena can’t help but quip, the corner of her lips tugging up to a smirk. “If only we hadn’t included the time in the invitations.”

“I hate it when you’re right.”

“And I love it when I am.”

“I see.” Kara feigns a scowl then, her nose crinkling in a way that Lena is unable to resist kissing the tip of. “This is how it’s going to be for the next sixty years, huh?”

A wide grin spreads on Lena’s face at the reminder, one that’s impossible to tamp down even if she tries. But she can’t let Kara know that, has to keep the upper hand, so she cocks her head, arching a brow at the other woman. “And what if it is? Having second thoughts?”

“God, never,” Kara refutes. Pointedly even, as if the mere idea is something she will never be able to get behind of. “I’d rather sit through fifteen hundred dinners with your mother.”

“Oh, darling, I will never let you suffer through that.” Lena cups her cheek, ducking to meet Kara’s eyes. But there’s a spark of good-natured mischief in them that Kara honestly almost expects what comes next. “Maybe after the wedding. But not right now. I wouldn’t want you running away for the hills, would I?”

“You’re mean,” Kara says, sticks her tongue out and then pouts. “And you’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” Lena accedes easily. Because it’s the truth, and it’s a fact that Lena will never be embarrassed about regardless of how their night turns out, and whatever will happen the following days. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”

…

Jess does knock in a few minutes later, just as Lena’s rising from the couch and reaching for Kara’s hand to take with her.

“Your Majesty,” Jess greets her first, then, “Miss Danvers.”

“Yes?”

“Your dresses are in their proper rooms, Ma’am. The stylists are also ready for the both of you.”

Lena thanks her then, yet she appears to have no plans of stepping back out, clearly intent on keeping the queen in her already tight schedule. So Lena just sighs and moves to follow, but Kara’s hand circles around her wrist and halts her mid-step.

“Can you spare us five more minutes, Jess?” Kara asks the woman standing guard at the door. She keeps her gaze at her even though she can feel the puzzled look Lena sends her way.

“I’m sorry, Miss Danvers, but—” Jess tries to say. But it’s Lena who cuts her off, the queen ultimately deciding that she does have five more minutes to scrape off of her packed night now that her curiosity has been piqued.

“It’s alright, Jess. We’ll be out in five minutes. Thank you.”

There’s hesitation in Jess’ steps when she leaves again, yet she knows there’s really nothing she can do about Lena’s decision so she wisely keeps her mouth shut.

Kara, in turn, heads towards the door, making Lena even more confused and still equally curious. It only grows as she cracks it open, leaving a small gap in between the door and its twin before heading back right to where Lena is still rooted on the spot.

It’s small enough that anyone who passes by still won’t be privy to their moment, but large enough that the music wafting from downstairs is able to filter in unmuffled.

“Kara?” Lena asks, now completely unable to keep the puzzlement from bursting out. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Kara quickly assures; matches it with an earnest smile to put Lena at ease. She just really, genuinely wants five more minutes alone with her before the craziness of the night that she knows is about to come takes over them both. “I was just thinking that we’d probably be too busy mingling around later. With, you know, fending off questions until our official statement comes out, and brushing elbows and whatnot. That I probably won’t be able to do this.”

“Do what?”

Kara only takes Lena’s hands in answer, presses a kiss to the humble gem on top of the silver band that Lena wears—Kara’s mother’s ring, her most prized possession before she willingly gave it to the love of her life just as her mother has always told her to—and then wraps them around her neck.

She slides her own hands down next, encircling them around Lena’s waist until she’s able to pull her closer—till they’re standing toe to toe and the tips of Lena’s heels are touching her oxfords.

“I’d be so bummed,” Kara then says—whispers, the soft puffs of air hitting Lena’s skin like fluttering kisses. “If I don’t get at least one dance with the most beautiful woman at the party tonight.”

“Goodness, you are such a dork,” Lena teases back. But Kara can tell—knows that she’s charmed. It’s in the giddiness of her smile, and the way she tries to hide the pink hue dotting her cheeks away from Kara’s view.

Kara won’t let her though, so she presses her forehead against Lena’s and starts swaying them around in a slow circle, altogether timed in the same melody as the symphony that’s filling the room.

And for five minutes, Kara is holding her entire world in her arms and it’s nothing but perfect.

#supercorp #supercorptober2020 #myfics #kind of a royal au too

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It was the night of the "big socialite dinner party" and Peggy Carter was less than thrilled. Nothing annoyed her more than rich, snobby tight-wads and politicians. Only a very small amount of the two were actual, genuine and decent human beings, and they were usually few and far between. And definitely not what she was expecting to find at this particular party considering most or all of them were shady criminals or funded shady criminals.

Since had to take care of some other details before they could move into their new hotel room, they both agreed it would be best if Peggy went ahead and started investigating.

It was around 5pm when she arrived at the party. As she stepped out of the limo, Peggy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what was about to come. In a second, the agent opened her eyes and completely transformed her behaviour to fit into her surroundings. And Peggy did what she did best and became the very posh, very snobby, and very rich wife of a millionaire.

After about an hour of schmoozing, Peggy made her way to the bar and ordered herself a double whiskey on the rocks and surveyed her surroundings and observed everything she could. Occasionally she would glance down at her watch and then to the phone on the counter. Where was Damian? Was he okay? Should she call him? But she didn't know the hotel room that they would be staying in so that really wouldn't do much good in calling. Their identities were full proof and iron clad, all he had to do would be to show up. So where was he?

As Peggy's mind started to drift, her eyes locked on to a familiar face. Surely it couldn't be...could it? Drink in hand, she made her way through the crowd of people to get to the other side of the room. Once there, she saw the figure disappear down a long hallway, which, of course, Peggy followed. A few minutes later, she arrived on the balcony where one person was standing with her back to her, her hand on her ear as if listening to something over the earpiece.

❝ Alex? ❞ Peggy asked quietly, slowly making her way closer to the figure in front of her.

The woman whirled around, her eyes falling upon Carter in surprise and relief. ❝ Oh my gosh, Peggy! ❞ The woman cried, running over and engulfing Peggy in the biggest hug she had ever had. ❝ I'm so happy to see you! It's been way too long, you know that? ❞

❝ I'm glad to see you too, Alex. ❞ Peg smiled, hugging her friend back. ❝ Far too long is an understatement, it's been over six months! Last I heard you were in deep cover in Slovakia. What in the world brings you to Paris? ❞

❝ You're not wrong. I was in Slovakia, but things got complicated and my cover was blown. So SHIELD brought me in and put me on another assignment. What are you doing here? ❞ Alex questioned innocently.

❝ What other assignment? You're not here to check up on me, are you? Making sure everything is going as planned and Peggy Carter is playing well with others? ❞ She asked, arching her brow slightly as she took a sip of her whiskey.

❝ What? No, of course not! ❞

❝ Alex, you never have been very good at lying to me, you know that? You knew I was going to be here, didn't you? ❞

❝ I know, I know. Fine, yes, one of the reasons I'm here is to check up on you and make sure everything was going well and you were working together with your MI6 contact who is extremely good-looking, by the way. Is he single? ❞ Alex grinned playfully, nudging her friend's arm with her and wiggling her brows.

Peggy rolled her eyes and shook her head, a small smile spreading across her lips. ❝ You're impossible, Alex. How is it that you're always far more concerned about my love life than I am? ❞

❝ Well, someone has to be since you don't. And you didn't answer my question, English. ❞ Alex smirked.

❝ Yes, he is single and no I'm not dating him. It would highly interfere with our mission. ❞

❝ But what about after the mission? ❞

❝ Can you please stop trying to pair me off with people and stay out of my love life? You know I don't do well at the whole dating thing. ❞

❝ That's because you never give it a chance! ❞

❝ Alex! Can we please get off the boring subject of my love life? What are you really doing here? What's your mission? ❞ Peggy had never been one for mixing business with pleasure ever since the only two men she had ever cared for romantically had both died in the line of duty...then again Steve was alive again and whatnot, but still, it's was something she had sworn off a long time ago. ❝ Alex, I know what that look means and I don't like it one bit. They have you undercover in HYDRA again, don't they? ❞

❝ Yes... ❞ Alex replied quietly. She was about as thrilled to have to go back as Peggy was to hear about it.

❝ Unbelievable! Don't they know what HYDRA has done to you in the past? And how hard it is to get you out? Every time it gets harder and harder, what the hell are they thinking? Are they out of their bloody minds?! ❞ Peggy exclaimed in a voice louder than she had intended, but she couldn't help it. Sending Alex back into HYDRA was a very touchy subject for her and she didn't like the thought of her friend being back behind enemy lines one bit...

❝ Shh, Peg, I know, believe me, I know. I'm not looking forward to this any more than you are, but we have new information about a sect buried deep within HYDRA. A more dangerous and ruthless sect. One that hides in plain sight, but has never been seen. My job is to infiltrate and learn as much as I can about it. ❞

❝ Alex, I don't like it. ❞

❝ Hey, don't worry about me, okay? You have enough to worry about right now with your mission. You need to concentrate on that. I can take care of myself. After all, I learned from the best. ❞ She smiled, punching Peggy lightly on the arm.

❝ Flattery will get you nowhere, Alex Sokolov. I'm still going to worry about you no matter what. ❞ Peggy remarked, embracing her friend one more time before they were to part ways. ❝ Alex, one more thing. I know you're not just here to check up on me. If you're here, you've already infiltrated HYDRA. What better way to kill two birds with one stone? You're here for the other disk, aren't you? ❞

❝ All I can say about that, Peg, is I hope you find it first. I really don't want to have to go through you, but I will if I have to in order to keep my cover. ❞ Alex replied slowly, her back to Peggy, her head sunk low knowing full well that this wasn't going to be at all easy. She had never gone up against Peggy in this way before and she didn't like the idea of it one bit.

❝ I know... ❞

❝ Good luck, English. ❞

❝ Be careful. ❞

And with that, Alex disappeared into the shadows. It was then that Peggy knew she had her work cut out for her. On one had she didn't want to fight Alex. The last thing she wanted to do was to beat up on one of her best and closest friends. But on the other hand, she was right. Her cover would be blown if she didn't fight Peggy and Damian as it would also be if Peg refused to fight and let her get away. Either way she was in far more of a bind than she ever thought she'd be in...and this marked only the beginning...

★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★

❝ Cσмρяσмιѕє ωнєяє уσυ cαn. ωнєяє уσυ cαn’t, dσn’t. Eνєn ιf єνєяуσnє ιѕ tєℓℓιng уσυ thαt ѕσмєthιng ωяσng ιѕ ѕσмєthιng яιgнt. Eνєn ιf tнє ωнσℓє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ tєℓℓιng уσυ tσ мσνє, ιt ιѕ уσυя dυtу tσ ρℓαnt уσυяѕєℓf ℓιкє α tяєє, ℓσσк αt thєм ιn thє єуєѕ, αnd ѕαу, ‘Nσ, YOU мσνє.’ ❞

#peggy carter #agent carter #hayley atwell #alex sokolov #lyndsy fonseca #alex is not my oc #mine #stories #fan fiction #not my gifs #credit to gif owner #marvel #marvel universe

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hey!! it’s 🧋 anon!! i hope you’re doing well! thank you!! ive got 11 more exams this coming week so i’m a lil 🥲 and then 3 more maybe the week after? exactly! i was so paranoid in the exam like “am i suddenly smart or a grade a idiot?” but it’s comforting to know that others feel the same about tests in general 😅. i’m learning python! i know there are better languages but ehhhh it’s just high school sjdnndn. and thank you about my bias choice sjsjndn. oh no not the 10th floor 😭 i’ve heard horror stories 🤧 i just can’t get over how sweet, funny and gentle he seemed in the jolly interview 🥺. thank you!! for letting me claim 🧋! and i wish i could say the same about not knowing that it was released but i’ve legit been checking since pre-quarantine for a boba emoji bc emojipedia said it would be coming out 😭 i had to start claiming it soon bc i’m NOT letting someone take it from me 😠 (but also! look how cute these are: 🦤🦭🐻‍❄️🐈‍⬛ ). as for my regular boba order, i’m still a lil new to the boba world bc i first (finally) tried it like 2 weeks before quarantine 😭. so everytime i go to this boba place (which is hardly ever for obvious reasons) i try to get something different! bc it all seems so cool!! the place i go to has popping bubbles in different flavours! so i always try to get a different drink with different popping bubbles and regular boba. i think my favourite so far is any drink (maybe mango?) with apple popping bubbles and boba!! but i’ve also been making boba at home for agessss and i usually just make regular tea or green tea with it! 💗

awww 😭 thank you ma’am sksndjdj. i mean, you do give off very motherly energy so i’ll happily accept being a baby 🥺 awww you think my accent is cute? ms cat i’m blushing 😭🥺 oof yeah the exams are not fun™️. but like you said, it does kinda prepare us for them more but the stresssssss is 🥲😭 okay so i’ll answer these in order if that’s okay?

do you still have class going on in between these exams? i assume you mean specifically when we have exams? so unfortunately yeah😭 it depends on the teacher as to wether they’ll let us revise in lesson or if we have to do regular work

do the gcse’s determine your college field of study afterwards? kinda? i mean, colleges have a minimum enterance requrement for courses. although it varies course to course, it’s usually somewhere around the 4-5 (high c-low b) mark. but you can do any course you want at college as long as you have passes in most subjects (usually an emphasis on core subjects (english, maths and science)). (so like, if you didn’t do history in high school, but you wanted to do it in college, then you could do the course as long as you meet the courses’ gcse grade requirements).

is college different from uni? yeah! college is for 2 years and straight after high school. in england you legally have to be in education until you’re 18, so all education is free until then, meaning that college is free! (unless you want to go back to do something else later in life). uni is after college and is optional. that’s where you get things like a bachelor’s, masters and doctoral degree. usually it’s for 3 years although it can vary and you have to pay! we have a student loan system too!

don’t worry about the questions! i enjoy the differences too sjdbbdd. and oooo! here, high school is 11-16/year 7-11, then college is (usually) 16-18/year 12-13 (although we don’t tend to refer to them by years) and uni is (usually) 19-22! (although you tend to go back to that for higher qualifications).

ansnsekndj i’m sorry ms cat 😭 and for me college will start in september of next year! we finish year 11 really early compared to the other years (usually we finish in july (my birthday month!!) but in year 11 we finish the day our last exam happens! which is usually around the end of may to the start of june!) so the holiday is the longest we’ll ever have 😭. that’s one of the reasons i envy americans because the summer breaks are SO long 😭 here, they’re 6 weeks sksndn.

i hope i answered all of your questions ms cat! ily! 🐈‍⬛💗~🧋

hi, lovebug!!! 💓 i’m going to put my answers under the cut since they got pretty long 🤧

i’m doing good!! i got soo much sleep over the weekend and am well rested, so this means tomorrow’s 6 am meeting won’t be too bad 🤧 YOU HAVE ELEVEN EXAMS THIS WEEK???? what on earth 😭 that’s like 2 per day and one day has 3 aksjlhflajkdfaskdjf why don’t they spread them out??? and three more the following week 💀💀 this sounds absolutely brutal, i’m so sorry, lovebug. have you been studying for all of them? LOL yeah, i feel like something is wrong if i can just breeze through a test akjdlhsflask python is a good start and easy to understand! honestly, most codes are pretty similar tbh, so once you get a good grasp of one, it’s easy to learn the other ones :’) do you enjoy cs? 💕 aldskjfaslk yeah, jaehyun does seem like the perfect boyfriend, doesn’t he? 🤧💘 LOL i heard there would be a boba emoji, but i didn’t know if it was true or not, but woooo it’s good to know it’s finally here!! 🥳 and omg the dodo bird and seal emojis 🥺💗 those are all sooo cute!!! aslhfdlkjasd first time trying boba, i just gasped out loud 😦 i’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed it once you tried it though! 💜 omg the popping bubbles are really yummy! and i LOVE mango!!! 🤩 that’s one of my favorite fruits :’) same with apple!! omg you’re making boba at home asdjhfas i’m so jealous 🤧 i haven’t had any boba ever since quarantine started in march 😭 aaaah i loooove green tea and black tea ones :’) have you tried the cheese boba tea before? i thought it wasn’t going to be that good, but i was pleasantly surprised with the taste, like it wasn’t that bad actually. cloud tea is also really nice, too ☁️💞

akjashdlfkja you are the absolute cutest omg 🥺💖 the british accent is sooo nice like wow, you can just be reading me your grocery lists and i’m like 🤩 amazing, perfect, wonderful, never been done before. meanwhile, i’m here with some kind of american valley girl accent LOL 🤧 you shouldn’t be having that much stress at 15 what the heck 😭 i wish they would cut down on the number of exams for you because having 11 in one week is not okay at all ): and oh my goodness, thank you sooo much for giving me such thorough answers to all my questions, honey bee 🥺💛💛✨

ah, we also have classes going on during exams too, so i can relate unfortunately. it really sucks when the teachers continue to teach new material, instead of helping you prepare for the big exams /:

ooo i see!! i think it’s really cool that colleges actually show minimum requirements for acceptance. here, there’s no set criteria at all, so it’s kind of a shot in the dark. they do post the averages of past students’ grades/scores and whatnot, so we have a vague idea of what each school wants, but some schools are weird af, like my friend with a lower gpa and less extracurriculars got into stanford university, meanwhile my one friend who won essentially the youth’s version of the nobel prize and was even acknowledged by obama during his presidency was waitlisted 😬

oh wow, i wish it was like that here :o education is so expensive in the US, like student debt is the norm. do you still have general education classes in college, or is this where you can choose a specific field of study? and university is only 3 years oh my gosh wow, only three years of tuition to pay!! the US could never /: it’s like 70k/year for private universities, 5k-15k/year for public schools in state, and 15k-35k/year for public schools if you’re out of state 💀

the words “college” and “university” are pretty much interchangeable here in the US, so that’s really cool to know! years 6-8 / ages 11-13 (i think that’s the age range?) is considered middle school here, so it’s interesting to see that some of those years are considered high school for you :o

ooo ok, that’s when my school years ended too back in high school! i ended in may and started school again in august. but in uni, i started in september and ended mid june :’) ah yes, our summers are around 2-3 months, and i really miss having that now that i’m out of school 😭 only 6 weeks??? that’s so short omg i’m so sorry ): do you have anything fun planned for your summer? also, do you have prom there? 💕

thank you soooo so much, sweetpea, you answered all of my questions so nicely, and i appreciate you so much 💝💝 ily too, and i hope you have a good week ahead, angel!!! 💖🌷

#asks #anonymous #🧋 anon

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thenovelartist · 5 years

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Falling for the Dork, set 3

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8. A Favor Only You Can Do

When Marinette called and asked him for a favor, the only correct answer was yes. He didn’t even know what he was doing other than going over to Marinette’s house, but that didn’t matter because she was his best friend and if she needed something, he’d happily assist.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called out teasingly as he headed up to her room.

When he caught sight of her, she was beet red and her smile was forced. “Uhh… welcome home?”

Her forced smile was much more of a cringe now. Adrien felt like that was his fault because all Marinette seemed to do lately was blush in front of him. If he knew how to approach the subject of what was happening to his best friend, he would. However, he had enough social skills to know that asking a woman why she blushed all the time was not the way to handle anything.

So, he ignored it and did his best to try to make her relaxed around him by being the biggest dork possible. “You called; I came. What do you need help with?”

Marinette gave him a half smile. “Well… do you know that design competition I entered?”

“Yeah.”

“Well…” She tapped the tips of her index fingers together, unable to look him in the eye. “Turns out… you can either send pictures of your clothes on the mannequin… or with a model. But models are highly encouraged.”

Adrien nodded. “And…”

Her blue eyes looked up at him through her long lashes. “Would you be my model?”

Instantly, his mind went blank. She wanted him to be her model? Like, try to look like one of those ridiculous pretty-but-self-centered jerks his father hired for the sole purpose of looking beautiful? “Uh…” Adrien paused, his mind working.

“It’s okay if you don’t!” Marinette quickly said. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything.”

“You think I’m good enough to?”

Marinette’s jaw proceeded to drop to the floor. “Y…you’re kidding me, right?”

Adrien shook his head. He knew he was somewhat good looking, but model-worthy? If he was worthy enough, his father would have definitely asked him to model for the company by now.

“If I didn’t think you were good enough, I wouldn’t have asked you.”

His heart skipped at that. “Really?”

She blushed. “Yeah.”

Absently, Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. When she put it that way, there was absolutely no way he could turn her down. “Okay. What do you need me to do?”

A few minutes later, Adrien was changing into the ensemble that Marinette had put together for him. When he glanced at himself in her bathroom mirror, he had to admit he looked good. Marinette was a fantastic designer and no one could say otherwise.

He stepped out of the bathroom and back to her room. He gave her a spin for approval. “Well?”

She looked intently at him, fingers tapping her lips in thought. No longer was she blushy; she was in full designer mode. “Come here.”

He did as directed, only to become vaguely uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. She reached for his glasses, carefully taking them off his face and sparking a fire in his cheeks. She then ran her fingers through his hair, and he felt his face positively flame. Not so much because of the action itself.

More because he didn’t want her to stop.

Even though his vision was blurry and his heart was pounding, he could imagine in perfect clarity the proud smile Marinette was giving him. “Yes, you’ll do purr-fectly.”

His heart skipped an odd beat. As it always did on the rare occasion she broke out the puns.

What was going on with him today? Why couldn’t he just pull himself together?

“Now,” she directed, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Stand still and let me tailor all the outfits I have to fit you perfectly. Then, it should be all ready in a couple days for you to come over again and let me take pictures.”

Five days later, after a busy Saturday of him helping her take his own pictures, Adrien finally got to see all the photos she took. It was kinda hard to miss when they decorated the entire wall above her desk.

He denied that he felt a pang of loss when Marinette took all them down the next week for some reason. However, he learned on accident that she kept a few pinned on the corkboard next to her bed and the rest hidden safely under her mattress. That little fact was enough to satisfy the oddly angry beast that had been so unsettled inside him.

9. Birthday Gifts

Adrien had been preparing for this for months. It was Marinette’s birthday this week, meaning the class was thinking up presents. The girls talked about girly things or sewing notions or whatnot. But Adrien had a plan. A plan that he’d been hatching for months and was preparing to execute.

On his way to the fabric store, Nino had shot him a text begging for help on what to get Marinette. Adrien smirked.

I have an idea. Adrien texted. I’ll pick them up for you and then you can take the credit.

I can get them. Nino texted back. What is it?

Needles for her sewing machine. Her last one is dull. I’m heading to a fabric store now. Want me to pick up the ones she needs?

There was a long pause. How do you know this? Sewing needles go dull?

Adrien smirked. Yes they do depending on the fabric and how much you use the needle. Marinette has been complaining about fabric getting sucked into her machine and she’s done everything else to fix it meaning the needle is dull. And if she had more, she would have replaced it and wouldn’t be complaining.

Dude. Nino texted back. How do you know this?

Adrien chuckled. I KNOW things ;)

Freaky. I’ll meet you there so I can at least put effort into getting them.

K. Then I’ll help you find the ones specifically for her machine.

There’s different kinds?

Adrien just laughed. Oh, Nino had no idea.

He sent off an answer of yes there are a lot of different kinds. Just meet me here and I’ll help you.

After telling Nino exactly which store he was heading into, Nino sent him back a text with a thumbs up emoji and a be there asap. But watching little bro now. Waiting for mom to come back.

That’s fine, Adrien texted back after stepping foot in the store and suddenly feeling overwhelmed, which was a rare thing for him. I’ll be here a while.

It was Adrien’s first time in a fabric store, meaning he really had no clue what he was doing or where anything was. However, he had a list of fabrics and yardages that Marinette estimated she would need for each design she constantly talked about. It had been risky sneaking look-sees in her sketchbook to get them without her being the wiser.

This trip would not go to waste.

A solid two hours later scouring the store and comparing fabric, he finally had collected the bolts he needed. Meaning now he had to take a number and wait in line to get said fabric cut.

And from the looks of it, he was going to be here another two hours.

“Dude,” Nino called, tapping Adrien’s shoulder. “Sorry. Mom had me watching my little bro so I had to wait for her to get back.”

“No prob,” Adrien dismissed with a wave. “Took me that long just to find everything and now I have a line to wait for to get the lengths cut.”

“What number are you?”

“Fifty-nine.”

Nino frowned. “Twenty-some people ahead of you?”

“Yup. And don’t look suspicious as you take a look at that group of quilters over there.”

“How do you know they’re quilters?”

“I just do.”

Nino was subtle, pretending he was glancing past the five gray-haired ladies chatting in a circle, each of their carts filled to the brim with fabric bolts.

“Ouch, dude,” Nino whispered, turning back to Adrien.

“Yup. Let’s go shop for needles. And then you’re staying with me until I can get this cut, ‘cause it’s gonna be a while.”

“You saved my butt with this. I owe you at least that much.”

…

Marinette was very thankful to Nino about the sewing needles. “I don’t know who told you, but you are a lifesaver and I love you.”

“You’re welcome,” Nino said, beaming in pride.

When Marinette wasn’t looking, Nino nodded at Adrien in a way that said thanks, bro.

Adrien shot back a wink.

“Last one,” Alya said, shoving the gift box into Marinette’s lap. “And it’s huge.”

“You didn’t go overboard, did you, Adrien?” she asked with a smile, though Adrien could see the seriousness behind it.

“No,” he dismissed. In truth, it was likely she would see his actions as ‘going overboard’, but she was his first real friend and his ultimate best friend, so he really didn’t see an issue going what she would consider ‘overboard’ if he didn’t consider it overboard.

She undid the bow on top of the box, unwrapping the thick ribbon so she could open the box.

Her face lit up immediately at the cut of ladybug print fabric that lay on top. She pulled it out and began inspecting it. “You remembered?” she squealed excitedly.

Adrien nodded. “Of course. You love that design.”

“You’re amazing!”

“Marinette,” Alya broke in. “Looks like there’s more.”

Marinette seemed shocked by that statement, but dove back in, her smile slowly fading with each cut she pulled out. “You went overboard!” she cried once all five swaths of fabric were on out of the box.

“No,” he said. “That’s only enough to make the ladybug sundress, the blouse, the skirt—”

“Adrien,” she interrupted. “No. You didn’t need—”

“I don’t care,” Adrien said, talking over her again. “I wanted to get that for you—”

“But Adrien—”

“No! Just take it.”

“It’s too much.”

“Well, I can’t take it back.”

Marinette glowered at him.

Adrien grinned. “You’re my best friend,” he said. “Let me get this for you.”

After a short stare-off, Marinette looked back at the pile of fabric. And sighed. She stood, walked over to Adrien, and wrapped her arms around his torso. “Thank you,” she said.

His heart skipped a beat, and Adrien happily wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her against him. “You’re welcome, Marinette. Happy Birthday.”

10. Puns

It was the first day out of school for summer vacation, and Marinette spent the day at Adrien’s house because playing video games was a lot more fun on his huge screen.

Eventually, Marinette pulled out the snacks that she’d brought to munch on, which allowed her the time to finally ask the question she had had on her mind a while. “Is that a new cat pun shirt?”

Adrien looked down at the blue shirt with three cartoon cats piled on top of on another with the caption ‘purramid’. “No. I’ve had this one a while.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“You haven’t seen half my collection, probably.”

Marinette quirked a brow. “Really?” she asked dubiously. “Because I think I’ve seen enough that you could probably go a solid month wearing cat pun tees and not wear the same one twice.”

Adrien smirked. “You doubt the extensiveness of my carefully procured cat pun t-shirt collection?”

“I’m going to regret this.”

“Come on.”

Adrien took her hand in his, and Marinette felt a blush rise to her cheeks at the contact. Something in the back of her mind was screaming He’s holding my hand! He likes me! while the more rational part of her mind reminded her Keep it together, loon. He’s just leading you to his closet.

A closet that was twice the size of her and her parents closet combined.

“Here we go,” Adrien said, pointing to a line of tee shirts. “For your purr-rusal.” He shot her a wink, and she rolled her eyes even though her heart was going wild.

Within two minutes, she learned that Adrien had been right: his collection was extensive. More extensive than she realized. There were the ones she’d seen such as ‘you’ve cat to be kitten me right meow’ or cats in boxes with ‘I fits, I sits’ or cats with sunglasses that said ‘Cattitude’.

And then there were the ones she hadn’t seen before.

“Really?” She pulled out one that said ‘Catffee’ with a bunch of coffee drinks labeled thigs like ‘Catpurrchino’ and ‘Ameowicano’ and ‘Meowca’ on the front. “Really?” Marinette repeated, turning the shirt toward him.

Adrien’s grin widened in pride.

She rolled her eyes and kept looking. There was a cat in a castle with a crown on its head with the caption ‘Chateau’. There was a cat playing with a music note titled ‘Quatre.’

“Get it?” Adrien cried in excitement when she showed that one to him. “It’s a music pun and a cat pun!”

“Where’s the cat pun?”

“In English, they say ‘cat’.”

Marinette’s expression fell.

“It’s funny.”

“No, it’s not.” She put the shirt back and kept looking.

And then there was one that caught her eye that she had to stare at for a good while.

“Are. You. Serious?”

Adrien looked at the shirt and immediately broke out into a wild grin. “Oh yeah! This one’s new. I haven’t had a chance to wear it yet. What do you think?!”

Marinette stared at the shirt, one that had nine cats, each dressed up as characters Marinette didn’t recognize, but she recognized some of the labels. ‘Dragonpaw Z’ and ‘Sailor Mewn’ and ‘Mewrito’ and ‘Fur Mewtal Alcatmist’. “You got a shirt. With cat renditions. Of your favorite animes?”

“Yes!” Adrien practically squealed. “Isn’t it fantastic?”

Marinette stared at the shirt, then back up at him. His glasses were slightly crooked, his cheeks were pink with excitement, and his smile was completely and one hundred percent giddy. He looked like a five-year-old boy instead of a young man of sixteen.

And she was in love with him.

Marinette sighed, a smile breaking across her face. “It’s very you,” she admitted.

“I know! It might just become my favorite shirt ever.”

As he babbled on, Marinette couldn’t help but watch his excited expressions. Her mind tried to capture his joy and tuck it into her memories under ‘things that warm her heart’. Yes, he was such a dork, but honestly, she wouldn’t have him any other way.

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #adrinette april 2019 #adrienette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #fluff #dorkiness

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It’s Okay not to Meal Plan: Food & Uni

The TLDR: Meal planning doesn’t always work, but try it; meal prep will save your life after long days; and non-mainstream diets aren’t as inaccessible.

Also, if your campus offers free food TAKE IT

Food wasn’t something I really thought about when it came to University. Of course, it’s become more part of my life since I decided to go vegetarian before Christmas but even then it’s not something you always think about. It’s so fundamental, sometimes we forget it.

Meal Planning

Despite the title, I want to tell you that meal planning is a godsend that has kept me alive at times. Knowing what you’re going to eat over the week removes a lot of stress from a week. I have classes from 4pm-6pm on a Monday and it’s really nice to get home and either know exactly what I’m making, or even have it premade by slightly more intuitive (read: bored) Sunday me. Always appreciate your Sunday you - even if they’re hungover and won’t do work.

Meal planning is also very good for cost-effective eating. For a while, keep your receipts and write down what you buy and how much it costs. Either you’ll cut down on some things, or you’ll be able to price up your meals. Once you know how much your meals cost (and how long they last for) you’ll have a better idea of how much money you’re spending a week, a month and so on.

However! I can’t praise meal planning all the way. Since I started doing it when I moved from my “Mum cooks the meals” home to “LangQu cooks the meals” flat there’s been more than one occasion when the Meal plan hasn’t worked. Either I haven’t done the right shopping or I’ve used more than I thought I would.

There’s nothing wrong with throw together dishes, there’s nothing wrong with re-working your whole plan in the middle of the week because you forgot an onion. There’s nothing wrong with not planning at all - some just don’t need to do it; only do it if you really need to.

Meal Prep

Meal prep is a really good way to also get the ball rolling with eating when you’re on a tight budget. Meals you make ahead are best stored in those plastic take away boxes. They might not be the most fantastically environmentally friendly but you can make them a little more so by storing your food in them.

I can’t insist on the joys of having a freezer more than now BUT you’re probably like me and sharing a freezer with 4-6 other people (depending on who has friends staying) and so freezer space can be a pain. Still, it’s partly your freezer, freeze what you can.

And make massive portions and wack them in the fridge. Stuff keeps, you can eat it 2, 3, 4 days after and it’ll be fine. Of course, always check how long it will keep, but in general most things are okay for that time frame; even if I hasten to add be more careful with meat and dairies. I come from a family of four and make meals big enough for four people, I throw the other three portions in the fridge and eat the other one that night.

On a final thing about meal prep - don’t make sides along with your meals. You might have a mountain of pasta sauce or curry but don’t make the pasta and rice that goes along with it. They’re bulky and take up more room in your fridge/freezer to store your meals and they don’t freeze well. Make them when you come to eat the main, especially as they don’t take long to cook.

Alternative Diets

Going Vegetarian or even Vegan when you’re on a tight budget can be a daunting thing to do but it’s not completely impossible. However, if you are going Vegetarian you’re probably going to find yourself eating mostly Vegan food - I certainly do, all that’s stopping me is that I use dairy milk, butter and cheese a lot. So, what’s the deal?

1. Absolutely make sure you are getting all of your nutrients, it’s not that these diets can’t be nutritious but when you’re not using a major source used by everyone, it can be harder to get.

2. Do your research. Look up what you can get a lot of protein from that isn’t meat or animal-based at all - this goes for Vegetarians as well. These will be quite cheap

3. Be prepared to make yourself eat things. If you’re picky with your veggies, legumes and whatnot, either start eating them or don’t pick the diet. I could harp on about saving the planet to you but the most important thing is making sure you’re not malnourished. If you don’t think you can manage the diet go back to eating as you used to.

I’d like to add, also be prepared to eat more than you used to. Don’t go try fooling yourself into thinking you’ve eaten more than you have with small plates and gum. You’re probably going to need to eat more.

4. Don’t be scared of own brand. This really applies to everything, but own brand is often going to be just as good as branded food and it really annoys me when people get funny about it. There are of course some own brand things that you should avoid or you won’t like and that’s fine, but don’t go buying the £1 chopped tomatoes when the 30p ones are right there unless you can afford it

5. Get creative! My favourite meals have been made of me modifying recipes to fit my dietary needs (or because I forgot an onion). Food is there to be messed around with and used in new ways, you might discover something delicious!

Sites I Use

I use sites that help me find recipes that are either very cheap or are fitting what I need. When I went veggie I got concerned I was becoming deficient in iron and raided the BBC Good Foods site to help me out and it worked a treat.

https://cookingonabootstrap.com/ - The Bootstrap Cook (Jack Monroe) is ace! These are real budget meals, for when you’re cooking on a bootstrap (ie. nothing) and they put plenty of vegetarian and vegan recipes on their site.

https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/ - The BBC Good Food website has lots and lots of variety, whatever your diet, albeit not always for the cheapest. You can probably make it cheap - remember! Own brand!

#meal planning #vegetarian #vegan #studyblr #uni life #organisation #university

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no-te-lo-voy-a-dar · 5 years

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The guild of a Warrior

Words count: 4268

Yoo people! I’m back into writing to post this fic, it seems. This one is for the @linkeduniverse discord weekly writing prompt “Warrior’s week”, I’m still not sure if I got the boyes personalities right, because it’s the first time I write for them but hey! Jojo’s AU is amazing and I need more content of the boys ‘cause it never seems enough (I stopped writing this at some point to talk ‘bout anti-vaxx people on the discord lmao)

I, don’t think there’s any trigger warning to be added but hey, regular fights, blood and injuries that come with the job ahead.

Also on AO3

Warriors life with the others was usually a calm one. Sure, they were always tired and having to sleep with watch turns and whatnot, but after traveling by their own, having partners and someone to rely on while fighting was a good thing. A relief even.

And Warrior used to fight endless monsters, so the amount they usually fought against was a mental weight less on him. And, even if he doesn’t say it aloud often, he really appreciates the fact the others are so supportive and would straight up jump to danger in order to save the others, even when they keep secrets from each other.

If you had asked him some months ago, Warrior would have laughed in your face if you even suggested the idea of him fighting and trusting his life over a bunch of boys who he barely knows anything about.

Although...they do know a lot of one another, don’t they? After all, they share the same blessing of the Goddess and have faced trials and gained more power over time in order to protect their lands.

And they do keep learning things from one another!

Thanks to Time, for example, they have learned that love, a happy and more relaxing endgame could be possible for them. They realized, even with all the physical and emotional scars their journeys left them with, they could, can , find a especial other.

In retrospective, Time has taught them a lot of things, or guided them more than they usually realized.

Warrior was aware that Time was some kind of father figure for some of them, and for those who wasn’t, he was a figure to respect, to learn from. To follow.

Of course Twili has told him he was also a leader, a captain, since in many of their scouting missions he was the one who came up with a strategy.

Warrior was obviously gonna come up with stuff like that, and at the moment, he took pride in the compliment and made a comment about how his charms were not only limited to his aesthetical being, after all, he used to live fighting hordes of monsters...but he was no leader to the group. He knew that much. That’s how he really felt about that topic.

Until destiny decided to try him again. An interesting week that one time became, but he didn’t want to go over it again.

First, they have been at Twili’s Hyrule for a while, and he had to admit, the sceneries were beautiful, the people was nice and traveling from one place to another wasn’t that hard.

Wild did complain at the close to non-existence amount of wild horses, but a quick visit to Ordon ranch was all it took for him to stop. He fell in love with the goats immediately. And Warrior could see Twili was amused with how fast the goats were to accept the cloak user hero. Everyone could, actually, but just Wind and Warrior said something to him.

Everything was going smooth as usual. They kept traveling until the local Link felt or saw something odd, out of place; Wolfie appeared to accompany them for a while, Sky was amused by the local “terrenal” creatures, and Wind insisted on going to the Lake, or the biggest water body on the current Hyrule, since he still missed the water and it made him feel closer to home.

When things started to go downhill was when Hyrule and Legend didn’t came back to the camp for two nights straight, and then both Wolfie and Twili went missing too.

“Alright, we can’t keep waiting just for more of us to go missing. We have to split up and try to find them. I’ll go with Sky and Four.” Time was getting up and preparing himself to go looking for the others on a Hyrule they still didn’t quite know.

Wind and Wild didn’t need instructions to know they were meant to team up wit Warrior, who got a solemn look from Time.

“You are in charge. Take care.”

Oh Din.

They started searching on the Hidden Village, that ghostly place filled with cats that Wolfie took them to one day.

“If he showed us such a place, he must have done it for a reason, right? Maybe that’s where he usually lives, in this place.” That's what Warrior told the other two when they decided to go there, but he wasn’t convinced by his own idea. Something told him that they should try and find Twili, not Wolfie.

As expected, there was no sign of any of the missing partners in there.

“I bet Twili is alright. This is his Hyrule after all. Maybe he went to check on some friends of his or something like that. I would have done that.” Wind was making conversation, since Warrior was more busy with thinking of places to look in and Wild was checking the arrows in his quiver.

“But he would have told us something, right? He wouldn’t just, leave us like that.” Anyone who wasn’t aware of the issues Wild had with abandonment and the attachment issues those left, wouldn’t have heard the slight distress in his voice. Some level of fear about voicing out his concerns.

“Maybe not to all of us; to Time he must have said something if that was the case. But apparently we have another situation right here, because Time didn't know anything.” Warriors was on his strategy-man self and was giving even shorter answers than he usually did in this kind of scenarios.

“I hope he’s okay…” Warrior was aware of Wild’s voice: low and filled with doubt. He knew those two had spent more time together, since they were the first ones meeting, and it was only natural for Wild to worry about his mentor and friend.

“Listen Wild, Twili is a tough guy. Nothing is going to happen to him. And even if it does, as Wind said, this is his Hyrule. He knows his way around, and must feel better of being in a place he might know as well as the palm of his hand.” By this point, Warrior had stopped walking and was now facing Wild.

“And he must know we are going to look out for him. I would trust you all with my life. I know you wouldn’t let me alone.” He gave both of the younger than him blondes a sideway smile, and was relieved to see both of their faces a little more relaxed.

“Okay, let’s get to work now. Any idea what path should we took?”

“What about below those crows? Birds flying like that always mean there’s something going on.” Wind was more used to seagulls, but even monster-birds had a tendency to fly in circles around any kind of event going on on the ground.

And so they started walking. The birds were close, and the path lead to what Twili called “Eldin’s Bridge”.

What they saw, they never believe could happen.

Hyrule was holding Legend back using his wind magic, making a tornado cell, but it seemed as if said magic was stronger, the air he handled seemed to have a forest-like smell in it. Legend, on the other hand, was making lighting fall from the sky, and he seemed to try and shoot ice wind at Hyrule with one of his staffs.

Why were they fighting each other? Something happened on the small travel those two were in that lead to this.

“Hyrule! What happened?! How can we help you?!” Warrior called from one side of the bridge to the boy on the middle of it.

“Warrior! I’m so glad to hear you. And I’m not sure. We were in the province of Farore, and were searching for information on this Hyrule’s magic, when Legend found what seemed to be a mirror piece of some short and next thing I know, he's chasing me down all over the place!”

“Shouldn't we try and help him first!? They are fighting over that bridge whose bottom is not even visible!!” Wild was right but, that's not how things are supposed to work.

“Alright, listen. Wind, use your lasso to pull Hyrule over here, then walk enough to were we came from, to stay as away from the bridge as possible. Wild, you and I are going to work together on getting Legend to this side, while Wind does his part. When all of that is done, you are to switch places with him, and treat Hyrule's wounds. When you both are ready, re-join Wind and I.” While Warrior was giving instructions, Wind had already gotten his lasso-claw out and was preparing to shoot it forward.

After Wind pulled Hyrule over to them, Legend took a few seconds to realize his target had moved. Good. That gave them precious seconds to move to a safer zone to keep the plan going.

By the time Wind and Wild had changed places, Legend was already near them. Perfect, thought Warrior.

“We must not hurt him. We just need to tie him up and wait until we can talk to Twi’ and see what happens to him. This is his Hyrule after all.”

And as if that was an instruction, they launched forward, avoiding Legend's attacks, both physical and magical ones, which seemed to be stronger than usual, as well as more dangerous.

To make things worse, Legend didn't seem to have complete control over the magic attacks his medallions were producing, since he hurt himself a couple of times.

Wild and Hyrule were quick to join them, and soon they were trying to tire Legend up, and it seemed it was working. Or at least he was running low on magic, because his attacks started taking place less and less often, and the intensity of their damage kept decreasing.

Wild threw an old shield to Legend’s legs from the back, which made him stumble after hitting behind his knees; followed by that, Wind was quick to use his lasso to tie him up, but it didn’t seem like that would do.

“This is not going to last until we reach the camp. What else can we do?” Worry over both his lasso and his friend could be heard on Wind's voice.

Warrior didn’t have to think it a lot. He remembered Legend had an magical ice staff, and that it could semi-froze people. But he was no magician.

He approached Legend and kneeled down while taking his (precious) scarf off, and proceded to tie it around Legend’s head, covering his eyes and ears.

“I’m so sorry pal, you are not gonna like this”. Was the almost inaudible apology he gave to the possessed like hero while taking said staff from his persona.

He stood up and walked to Hyrule, handing him said object.

“You are the only one of us right here that I trust enough to make sure this works.” ‘Rule grabbed the staff, and immediately understood what Warrior wanted him to do.

“But, this is not the magic I'm used to. We should ask Four to do it, it would-” Hyrule's slightly panic filled speech was cut out by Warrior putting his hand on his shoulder.

They all were used to monsters and nightmare like creatures, but fighting one another, to be in the need of causing some harm to those they already considered brothers... that's something they weren't really prepared for.

“Listen 'Rule. We can't afford to wait for Four to get here. You're capable of this. I've seen you do magic often. I have to admit I'm not sure what most of those spells were, but as little as they are, you are a natural in magic, your skills covering a very good range of it.” Little by little, the worried eyes of Hyrule were replaced with ones filled with amusement over Warrior's words and determination on helping the others.

The brunette nodded to the scarf-less blonde, who stepped aside, and went to stand in front of a struggling Legend, who was trying to release himself from Wind and Wild, who were holding him down.

“Brother, I hope you forgive me.” And so, Hyrule allowed the magic to start flowing from his core, feeling the tingling that it came with it cover the arm holding the staff, and when the cold started to numb his fingers, he raised the staff and made sure of shooting a ray strong enough to froze, him but gentle enough to not, well, kill him.

And it worked.

When they approached their hands with the signature triangles mark to the frozen boy, it felt warm on each of them. They have learned that was a side effect of their “triforce pieces” being too close to one another. Something about powers clashing together it’s what Four said.

“Wild, could you go and get one of the big pigs the bulblins ride please? We need to take him to camp quickly.” Wild nodded at Warrior’s words, leaving Wind with the taller Link.

Once they secured Legend on the pig’s back, the silent walk to the camp took place, with just a comment or two between them to go clear the path, or to switch places with the one currently leading the pig-like creature.

By the time they got to the camp, the sun was setting away, but the relief was to see Twili with the other team. He had his head covered in scratches, and one of his arms was bandaged. It was almost the usual sight they got of each other after a fight.

Warrior could sense that Wild was holding himself so to avoid running to Twili, to check him up.

“Hey! It’s good to see you are fine. Well, mostly. We were worried when you left without saying anything and didn’t come back at night.” Wild, however, took the lead and went straight up to sit besides Twili, who just gave a chuckle at hearing the statement.

“I did plan on coming back at night, but some issues needed to be taken care of. I’m sorry.” He did sound like he was apologizing for something, but Warrior could feel it wasn’t to them, not completely. Something else was on his mind...perhaps a past memory of something that happened during his own journey. Visiting old places could awaken painful memories.

“Hey, where’s Wolfie?” Wind, just catching up, since he was the last to be pulling the pig, that was carrying both Legend and Hyrule, asked about the semi-wild animal.

Time being the perceptive one no matter the lack of one eye sight, was quick to notice both heroes on the pig’s back.

“Wolfie was the one protecting Twili, he went on his own, but he's fine. Most importantly, what happened to those two?” As soon as he pointed that out, the rest of the team was quick to surround the brown animal, and help down Hyrule, as well as carrying Legend to the floor.

“Well, we were searching for magic in this world, Legend wanting to see what he could use to enchant some of his weapons, and I was just looking forward into seeing the differences between our universes, as usual.” As Sky took care of some of Hyrule’s wounds, the later begun telling everyone the story.

“Everything was fine. We just had to cut down some Babas from the path, and scare some Keeses away. Then I got a blessing from some of this land’s spirits, a close one to Farore I think it was, and my wind magic got stronger and, somehow, it felt more alive.” He made his point by creating a small tornado and making it dance among the other Links, who felt indeed how the air was fresher and, for them, gave a sense of calmness.

“And when we got deeper into the forest, near a temple, Legend found was seemed to be a mirror piece, in the shape of a diamond of sorts.” At this, Twili’s eyes shined, and, if he had canine ears, Warrior thought, those would have perked up.

“Both of us could feel magic emanating from it, but it felt...weird. Like it didn’t belong to this world. I told Legend to leave it, but he said it felt similar to the one he felt when he traveled to his Dark World. As if that was reassuring.” Hyrule, now as healed as he could get, stood up and walked, staff in hand, towards the frozen boy.

Everyone stepped aside, to stare and listen to the story from behind, all except for Four, who was now standing to the right of Hyrule, certain cane on his hand.

“And then, he was going to drop the mirror piece by accident, and when he tried to catch it, it cut his palm enough for it to bleed. Next thing I know, Legend is just, not himself. And when I tried to approach him, he snapped and started attacking me. The rest of the story is a mere chase across this Hyrule fields and me trying to find any of you guys.”

Warrior knew, could almost feel how distressed ‘Rule was after what he saw. A perfectly fine hero, a warrior, a loyal companion, being corrupted enough to attack what used to be his friend.

“Are you sure what cut him was a mirror piece?” Twili’s voice sounded almost plain. Too serious, even for Time.

“Yes, but I have no idea what happened to it after it cut his hand. I didn’t see it on the floor.”

“That’s all I needed to know.” With that, Warrior became the audience, along the others, of witnessing how Twili stood up, and took what looked like...a pine cone with orange lines? from under his clothes, and proceed to move it all around the frozen boy.

When it reached the left hand of the boy, the, thing glowed.

“Four, I’ll need you to defrost his head and left hand. When I say it’s done and safe, defrost the rest of him. Then you’ll need to take him near the fire and help warm him up.” Twili wasn’t even looking at them, and that was unsettling for Warriors, because it was a sign that whatever happened to Legend, it was serious. Or had something to do with Twili’s own past in that land.

Wild and Skye were quick to go make sure the campfire was strong enough for the task, allowing Four to use his cane to warm the ice and release both the boy’s head and hand.

Soon enough, Legend woke up, and Twili could see the characteristic black straight vein-like lines going up Legend’s left neck side.

Warriors saw how Twili took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and when he opened them, he was sure he saw a flash of orange on the second leader eyes. Focusing now on Legend’s hand, he saw how Twili magically extracted what seemed to be little black dots, and a black mist too, from the still half frozen boy, whom, the most dots Twili pulled out of his body, more limp went.

It was a quick action, but for Warrior, who was amazed at the fact that Twili was using magic, felt like long minutes. Twili, the one who seemed to despite magic, who refused to use any magical item and prefered to do everything ‘the old fashioned way’ was capable of using magic, and to tame it too it seemed, because Warrior saw how a piece of mirror formed out of thin air when the dots and mist that were extracted from Legend’s body fused together.

“It’s done. Defrost him.” Twili’s voice seemed to break some spell that had fallen upon the boys, who were speechless after the event they just witnessed.

After Legend was safe by the fire, (and that he got his scarf back) Warrior, Time and Wild approached the former farm hand, who has sat down on the grass and haven’t moved since he ‘healed’ Legend.

Wild just sat besides Twili, same as Time. Warriors just stood aside by a tree near them.

None of them said a thing, giving Twili the chance of just stand up and leave, or say something, anything. Warrior could tell Twili was distressed.

At last, he talked, with a shaky voice.

“It’s my fault he got like that. The thing inside him, was a piece of the Mirror of Twilight, the object that opened the gate to the Realm of Twilight. To her home.” Oh Farore, Warrior was already doubting if he should be listening, after all he didn’t consider himself close to Twili. Not enough anyway.

“After my journey ended, I tried to fetch all the tiny pieces. She might have destroyed the Mirror, but not even her could eliminate it from the face of earth. Before I meet you guys, I had barely got a quarter of it. That’s why I left so many times on our time in here. I’m still looking for them, but I’m not sure if I do it for myself or to keep people safe.” Twili let out a heavy sight before continuing.

“What happened to Legend has happened before to the people of this Hyrule. And it’s awful. It’s easier for me to find the pieces as a wolf, since my form is created out of the same magic, but I freak people out like that.” Ok, definitely shouldn't be listening.

That mere sentence was all it took for Warriors to realize that Wolfie and Twili were the same. That’s why they never saw them together. And, if he had been more clever, payed more attention, he could have seen that the mark on both Twili’s and Wolfie’s foreheads were exactly the same.

How a fool he felt like at that moment. It made him realize he really wasn’t leader material if he couldn’t see that kind of stuff. So obvious yet he was so oblivious to it.

“Hey kid, it’s okay to still seek them, even if you are not sure yet why you keep doing so. You are keeping the people here safe, and maybe it will give you time to realise if you need closure or something.” Time, as wise as his adventures had made him, said what made the more sense. But he could see words were not what Twili needed right there, so he rubbed his pupil’s back a little before he went to the fire and tried to help with warming Legend up.

Warrior could see Twili will take a while to recover, and he didn’t seem convinced by Time’s words, so it was his turn to try.

“You know we are a team right?” Both of the sitting heroes turned their heads, as if just realizing Warriors was there.

“And this is your Hyrule. If you need help with anything you can just ask. ‘Course you don’t have to tell us the whole story on why you need this or that thing done, after all we all have secrets. But we are willing to help a friend in need...” Warrior gave a small smirk towards Twili, “...Wolfie.”

Wild just covered his mouth to cover his laugh, and Twili’s eyes went as wide as Wind’s got when he saw a Zora that didn’t fly .

“I forgot you didn’t knew. I…” Warriors put his hand up to shut Twili up.

“Don’t worry, I kind of see why you didn’t want us all to know. I’ll keep it a secret...as much as it is to some I suppose.” He allowed himself to sit down where Time was just moments ago.

“But seriously, there’s 9 of us, and some have knowledge in magical stuff. We could help you find more of these Mirror pieces.” When Warrior shoot a glance towards Twili, he could see he was on the verge of tears. We all are screwed up, huh?

He threw at Twili his scarf, half covering his face, I haven’t used it all day anyway . “Cover your face up; we can’t let the kids see their second leader’s face all red and ugly after such a day, can we?” Wild seemed surprised to see Warriors lend his scarf that easily, and Twili seemed grateful.

Warrior stood up to go sit by the fire, but not without first listening to Twili.

“You are also a good leader to them you know? To us. I'm serious every time I tell you this...You just love being under the spotlight.” Yeah well, maybe…

“That’s right! You really are good with keeping us sane in stressful situations. You are good at keeping your posture when things get too hard for some of us.” The almost chirp like comment by Wild wasn’t something Warrior was expecting, but in retrospective, it appears the long haired hero was right.

Perhaps I can be a good leader after all. He nodded as a sign of gratefulness to the other two, and started walking towards the fire.

“You better wash my scarf before giving it back Twi’!” After such a departure comment, it was only natural to feel the rock softly hit his back.

As he walked to join the others, he realized this team, this many versions of himself, they made a nice...family, to him. It was something he would fight to protect and oh the Goddess better protect whoever hurt any of them, because he had fight swarms of enemies before, and he would do it again in the sake of any of the 8 boys that’ve been travelling along him these past few months.

A/N: I...was going somewhere different with this, but then I realized I wanted to cover like three different stories and arcs in one, and this one was (is) already pretty long so, later, maybe, in another fic. Besides, if I had done this one longer than it is now, who knows if I may have been able of finishing it up.

This was longer than planned too, but I still like it. Feedback is appreciated!

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baconacorn-blog · 5 years

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04 feb 2019.

i guess this is where i really start my journey of self-love in the month of love? but that’s ironic isn’t it?

the month of love but i don’t love myself enough to celebrate it.

honestly, i don’t know why i’m even writing it down on a blog but i guess i just really want to see if in a year, i could truly learn to love myself and change myself for a better.

i don’t know where to start but oh wells, i guess let’s start all the way back to when i was a fetus. jk. maybe when i was in secondary school.

i’m the kind of person who hates, like really really hates changes to the extreme core bc i’m the type of person who loves to stay in my zone. i hate anything out of my comfort zone and so i hated the school. the new environment. everything. but i grew to love it eventually. you see, it’s kind of a cycle. to be comfortable in something, you first have to be (ironically) uncomfortable in it first. (this is something i grew to learn recently only)

skipping 1 or 2 years, i was adjusting well afterward. made friends i thought i would stay together with forever but along the way, i lost a few. joined a cca i never knew i would be stuck to for 4 years of my life in that school but i guess i kind of enjoyed it.

sec 3 and 4 was probably the start of my downfall, emotionally and mentally. i was stuck with 2 friends, who i thought was my really good and cool friends but well, i guess not.

it was a fucking mind torture to me.

those 2 friends together was a nightmare for me. they complement each other so well, they destroyed me emotionally and mentally. for some reasons, their judgment of me always gets into my head. even when sometimes, they weren’t even talking about me. it was the worst time of my life, having to deal with whatever the fuck they were commenting on (even if it’s not me or themselves but on other people) and thinking, “is that what they would think or say about me too?”

at the start, i would try to stand my point and do whatever i want to do. but slowly i succumb to their judgemental eyes and tried to prove that i’m not what think i am. oh, let me give you an example.

before every training, we would hang out for lunch (like we normally would) but i slowly noticed how they would judge me by the selection of my food based on the price. what? yes, the goddamn price. mind you, we were from a neighborhood school and it’s not as if we are from some prestigious, atas, private institution where rich people goes to. my family isn’t as well to do as theirs but well, peer pressure am i right? i gave in, ordered slightly pricier food each time to show them i’m capable of affording those shits they are eating too. also, to stop their comments about which set meal i order and whatnots. yes, i bust my allowance every week bc of that. was i happy? no, definitely not.

also bc of that my weight increased lmao and here i am today

they were so toxic to me and i failed to even fucking realised that bc i thought they were my friends. i mean, we have been rather close-knit friends since the year i stepped into that school so what’s there to doubt or anything right? then it took a toll on me bc i felt left out of things. i feel like people would judge me if i sat alone during assembly or on class excursions. fuck pairings honestly bc they would pair up together and dude, we are a trio. do i partner a ghost or smth? and honestly, i felt that they never really cared about me. these timeline of events had a toll on me mentally. when there are school trips, i did attempt to make myself sick bc i didn’t want to go. i always, always have anxiety the night before and it sucks. honestly, it sucks and killed my vibe comepletely.

bc of their peer pressure of being a “studious student”, i didn’t focus on my studies either. last minute preparations became a thing and i just let my grades crumble and allow myself to be upset with the world for setting up a cruel society where a piece of paper determines our worth in the future. i beat myself up. who won? no one. but i lost, that’s for sure.

towards the end, i realised that they weren’t good company. everything was taking a toll on my mental health and the only way i could really be away from them was to do well in my studies and go to a different school from them. but just when i thought i could be separated from them, we ended up in the same school again. but thank god, we weren’t in the same class.

fast forward, i ended ties with one of them but not the other but i don’t really care at that point. i was happy. i had good company and really supportive bunch of frineds and classmates. occasionally i do hear some comments from that friend but i just let it brush by my mind and disappear. i was happy.

was.

2018 was another horror for me. my anxiety came back to hunt me and it stayed for so, so, so, so long. all the plans i had for the break just vanished into thin air. is it bc of my will to make new friends in jc that made me fearless and subdue my anxiety? maybe. but maybe it’s bc of the fear of unknown once again and the fear of judgment. it’s as if it went into a dormant state for 2 years and came back to hit me, full-blown, last year. it was so fucking horrible. i had countless of sleepless nights and overriding thoughts throughout the night. i hated myself so much bc of the outbreak on my face, my looks and everything. i hated how my life isn’t as “fun” as my friends. i hated how i wasn’t happy. i hated how people kept asking me “why aren’t you working?”. i hated how people called me lazy without knowing what’s going on in my head. i hated how i had no one to turn to bc i was afraid of vulnerability. i hated how everything was against me and i had no one to talk to. i hated how i was alone. i hated how i refuse to open up myself.

i hated everything and i still hate myself the most.

i was becoming someone so toxic and that i’m afraid it would just destroy relationships with the people around me... bc i started hating what they are and what they have that i don’t. i’m only seeing the worst of the worst of the worst in me and not the best anymore and it really sucks bc i’m losing myself. it got to the point of really bad thoughts... of thoughts of harming myself and it scares the hell out of me bc i believe that if you have those thoughts, it would eventually become an action one day. (though i’m not sure if it’s bc of the dark wattpad stories i was reading at that point but still)

but i’m determined to make a change - to learn to really love myself. to really let go of what’s in my head and to go for the things i love. the things i want. i don’t want to let others’ views to me holding me back anymore... i really want to grow this time. but it takes time and it’s going to be a long ass journey ahead of me. maybe that’s why i’m writing this down, bc i want to see myself loving me a little bit more each time i write in an entry.

maybe, just maybe, i would finally learn to love myself and be happy again. and then i could just open up my scars and tell everyone that i did it, and you can love yourself too. :-)

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c-mon-babayyy · 3 years

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Space Streamer

2024, streaming is still really popular, but being in space is a new trade. Once humanity has built many space stations in earth orbit, in 2022 they discovered gravity wells, and the start of a new type of space race begun. With people not needing to worry about 0g's, new space stations had been planned, and in 2024 the first internationally launched one had been announced as stable for projects.

But that didn't concern Erin, entertaining himself and his half a mill followers was more fun. At least, the space race use to not concern him...

...

Synter was Erin's preferred name, it was what his streaming friends and online friends called him, and it was his twitch and youtube name for all the videos he made. He was a variety streamer that based his content on his personality based on what he does, but variety streaming didn't prepare him for this.

He awoke to something pushing and moving him, his body always woke up before his head did, and this proved true as his eyes opened to being forcibly walked by something far taller than him. Erin was just barely 21, but he had the same height as 12 year old him, a good 5 feet and 2 inches. He was taller than the smallest of girls, but he was still made fun of in school. But taking a good look around this obviously wasn't school, it was a purposely dark hallway with the occasional other person. And by person, I mean a stranger being walked by an alien, and alien they were. They were tall, way taller than any human by at least 4 feet at least.

Describing them was hard, for the other captives they could express in horror as the barely clothed aliens were tri legged with rough leathery looking skin of a yellow color with green spots, their endoskeletons poking out of their skin to protect their soft and large organs. Their heads held mandibles and large round eyes, with other sensory organs on the base of their neck and the collarbone with skinny arms with only three fingered hands, two fingers and a thumb. But to Synter the aliens looked like really large stick bugs. Stick bugs that covered the very top of their chest in a special made crop top that refused to cover their sensory organs. With shorts that held hooks for ropes of fanny pack type pouches galore, and arms with gloves that obviously had some sort of electric function as they glowed a low blue. And an obviously awkward looking bubble of some sort of glass over their head and sensory organs.

Taking a more paniced and thorough look around, now awake to be afraid of the strange aliens, he noticed the occasional glass tube with other persons in it, only human persons. Over speakers that Synter took only a few seconds to spot there was a strange clicking noise mixed with snarling sounds. Strange thing was that it was patterned enough that Synter could guess that it was an language, no aliens could take a race like humanity without being organized enough to have language and writing.

Synter was still in his three layers of hoodie, filled with the weird tools that have been hidden in his many hidden pockets since he lived with his builder father. He was more of a computer guy, and added both hardware and software tools into his many pockets. He moved to alaska just so he could get a new experience, having lived in arizona and Connecticut before. What he got instead was a sudden crash course on how to survive a frozen desert, and a wave of japanese fans for some strange reason.

He remembered that he was out of his house and in town, on his once a blue moon run of supplies. He had run back to his large truck from the store to pick up his glasses and sunglasses that he somehow left, when suddenly things around him went dark. It took a full minute to realize that it was summer, not winter when the sun sometimes didn't show for months, and a look up showed the underbelly of something he couldn't recognize. He vaguely attempted to run to his truck, just as it and him had started floating, then he went out.

He hoped his truck was alright, and a stir of fear settled in his stomach as he wondered what or rather why these aliens wanted them, wanted us. He didn't need to struggle to see from example that their hands were cuffed in a dull metal type. The people getting walked that were making noise was getting masks or gags put on them, but not for the ones staying quiet. The people in the containers also seemed awake, watching in anticipation. And then, over the speakers of the strange alien voice a human one came on.

It was just yelling at first, but he and the others getting walked could tell that it was obviously human. In a strange act, the tall aliens abandoned their humans, throwing them on the ground on the side of the hallways, before sprinting quickly to the end of the hallway. Just as the doors started to close, Synter started to get up, and with his physical rising despite his hands behind his back, the human voice started speaking constantly.

"Attention Human Citizens!

This is space traveling captain Richard Fuck-My-Life reporting on the group mission "Man-Fucked-Up", As in 'Man thus is Fucked Up' or 'Man These Guys are Fucked.

Now, you may be experiencing this displeasure of a moment called being captured. Well, seeing as some of you were forced through orientation when you were asleep, i could tell, some of you snore-, these bitch asses are a researcher alien race! They were told we were valuable some type of way and started abducting us in front of public eyes! Luckily, in the two days of abducting they did, many governments around the world started retaliating! Some nukes were even set off, although with the help of space whatnots those nukes were propelled into deep space where some other ships were warping in.

Humanity is now lovingly fighting a space fight, and a whole continent has been american-ized in the process. Also in this process is the revolution of nuclear and solar energy instead of gasoline, and a mineral and metal revolution as we take the space ships we've crashed and use them for our own cities and ships.

But that doesn't concern you too much now, does it? You guys are in space for gods sake, what about getting back home?! Well do I have some news for you! These bitch ass aliens have weak ass materials! We're deathworlders baby! We're stronger than personal structures! Unfortunately not as strong as the ship itself, because you know, protection from space, but we're close!

Now if you don't mind just try breaking free of those hand cuffs!"

The still standing Synter attempted pulling his arms, and with a snap the cuffs broke and his hands were free. Looking around the others on the ground were also breaking free easily. It made the feeling of slight fear dissipate into nervousness, he felt better about the situation.

"These hands cuffs don't really do anything anyway, the aliens made them like cop cuffs because they thought something along the lines of 'the shape will make these creatures weak!' Or something." The human, Richard continued.

"Next, kindly kindly, if you could show some human kindness for your fellow human race and break the glass containers? Its not an ultra strong glass, but you still need something sharp or heavy to break it."

Being as he was standing close to one of the containers, Synter pulled out a small ice pick and gently tapped, the glass quickly cracking & falling into medium sized pieces. Sharp pieces. Around him some people were breaking out on their own, and some of the previously handcuffed persons were using the cuffs to break the glass.

"Careful careful," the voice almost immediately sang," we may be stronger than these damned fools but we can still puncture our feet with glass. Although by the looks of it these aliens only confiscated the outer layer of clothing for extreme weather environments. Geez, these guys totally abducted you in places cold enough to consider death for them, and they didn't even think twice about it? What kind of scientific species are they?"

Synter softly chuckled at that, the man sure knew how to lighten a situation.

"Okay okay, you guys are ahead of schedule compared to my other friends, all 4 compartments of you. 5 ships, 4 compartments each, two rows of walkway per compartment, and 40 people per row. Simple maths by calculators, some of you still have your phones, says thats Sixteen Hundred people they've managed to abduct! And seeing as they have only enough for a flat thousand, killed roughly a mill in quote "terran" end quote Ground to escape with you, and the whole other 7.67 billion people want you back, maybe minus the 1.3 billion people living in developing countries that may or may not focus more on becoming developed other than getting into space, thats a whole lot of responsibility and only 7 of us that's been in space long enough to push you back home. " Richard seemed to ramble.

During Richard's talking, Synter did wonder if he in fact had his phone on him. Sure enough, one look in his most inside pocket and there was his phone. All three of them. One was for personal calls, and it sometimes acted like a mini laptop than a phone meant for game apps. It wasn't his largest, but he could contact anybody via anything on it, and he usually gave businesses this number. The second was his streaming phone, the screen was large but it would be the flattest thing he has, first to even his ass, if it wasn't for the phone case. It had a decent enough processer, enough to that it was practically a second moniter. It made checking his chat during outdoor streams or cooking streams easy. He also downloaded a bunch of music and how to videos to laugh at. His third phone was almost like his streaming phone, but smaller and it had the capacity to run like another laptop. If it was a person then it would be a car that ran on coffee for gasoline, a powerful powerhouse of data processing that meant he could even stream from his phone. But seeing as this was the last phone he had used and it showed he had no signal, he doubted he could do anything but record.

The man on the speakers continued to blabber on about how much of a pain the aliens were for kidnapping so many humans in broad daylight. Synter put away his phones and ran to the ends of the hallway, where other people free of their constraints were starting to gather. Jogging down one end he saw the open containers, probably where he and the other cuffed people were being walked to before Richard interrupted them. Synter did his best going through the not so dense crowd, about half of the hallway so about 20 people.

He stared at the door, trying to find where it ended and where a box looking panel would be placed. Would aliens even have control panels in space ships?

"Ah! It seems a few of you are eager to move on to the next step. Well then, let me get on with the informing. These aliens, or Xeno's as the less offensive term, are pussies and are running away. They will soon be using most of the escape pods, however there are more escape pods then there is scientists. Unluckily there are a few military types onboard in case there is a riot, and they will attempt to quote "sink with the ship". These military types are, however, stupid weak, one of our punches will make gore out of them.

Ah! Someone yelled it! It's the humans are space orcs theory! Or really for us its a collection of stories under the idea, but seeing as that idea is now true it is a theory and these home made stories are now probable stories written under the theory's speculation. Big words, small brain. Basically we think faster for a longer and more death like sleep cycle, and when in practice we are faster and stronger than any Xeno's, although because of our preferred gravity we are more compact and dense than they are.

Theres all the things complaining about earth bugs and earth diseases and earth foods that can kill most other aliens too. Did you know there are only 3 other races coming from death planets, and after being introduced they've all decided to become hermits? It turns out 50% of these non death world races didn't evolce with light sensors, or have limited light sensors, aka eyes. That's why its dark, but the next bit will be easy. At somewhere around 6 feet there is a panel, if you smash it in or find something to pry it open by the cracks, you can hotwire it. While you're figuring out where it is, I'll announce to each hallway individually which hallway and compartment you are. Basically every one of you are in front of some storage container space, whatever they're called."

As soon as the voice stopped the group around him started mumbling to each other. Suddenly the question came out straight,"does anybody know how to hack some wires?"

Synter raised his hand, calling out that he had basically found the panel already and that he knew how to work with electric hardware. But by all of their looks they knew he was too short to reach the panel properly. A strong looking guy stood behind him, bending down to offer a piggy back ride straight for the panel. Synter accepted, someone from his group yelling and gesturing to the other side of the hallway for where Synter had pried open the panel. The first thing he pried open turned out to be the security panel covering. There were buttons galore in a language not written, but raised into the plastic like panel. It would be almost useless to try and hack the electric lock, so instead Synter switched out his tool for a screwdriver.

"2A, you guys are compartment two letter A as in first walkway going from left to right on the ship from a birds eye view. By the way, 2A lower hallway with the guy piggybacking another to reach the panel, you're ahead but on the right track. Trying to crack the alien passcodes on these bare panels would be useless, so after breaking into the panel definitely 6 ft above the ground and unscrewing the alien panels for the wires underneath would be a good next step unless I can override their system using the handy dandy AI I got."

"Its Alien Braille." Synter shouted as the man commented on the passcode panel.

But richard didn't respond to him, and Synter went quiet again with concentration. Just as the man went silent again the final screw went loose, and after tossing the screwdriver of many applications to someone else so they can run it to the other end of the hall, Synter started inspecting the wires. The strong man holding him on his back shifted weight as Synter pulled out a phone, using the flashlight feature to look at the wires. It was a complicated looking mess of different shades of grey, but coming from the walls were colored(surprisingly) braised symbols that each cluster of wires originated from. Maybe a mostly blind species' way of organizing wires without color vision.

The person that ran the screwdriver to the other end of the hallway ran back, the other side just getting the wires exposed as the voice crackled on.

"Awww! The whole lot of you figured out how to get to the wires! Recognizing that most of you punched your way through, that's okay cuz it's taller than most of our heads. Anyways, people with phone lights can now see that there are many colored wires. They did not do the coloring on purpose, but we will use it to our advantage. The wires with the green symbol need to be paired with the wires connecting to the panel. If you do that the doors will open."

As Richard was speaking Synter did so, and immediately the doors open with a slow force. The man Synter was piggybacking on let him down, quickly following the rest of the group that squeezed between the slowly opening doors. Synter hesitated a bit, looking over across the hallway to see that the other end had also opened their door. Synter let the soft light bask his face by the door as Mr. Richard directed everybody to the ends of the ship, the top of the hallway spilling left while his side spilled right, meeting with the other compartments.

But something caught his eye to the left. It wasn't the other compartments spilling into the other side of the ship, instead it looked like a low shiny, the low shiny of his truck. He ran to it, and in the surprisingly opened warehouse, yes the word Richard was looking for was space warehouse, was Synter's truck! It was beautiful even in low lighting, and Synter ran to it's hood to hug it. Other than some dust and alien handprints that basically told him that they didn't know how to get in or reach the engine, it hadn't been touched.

With his truck there were boxes upon boxes of things, his truck standing on some boxes too, and standing on boxes were some other vehicles. Counting 4 other vehicles in total, there was an all electric tesla, a helecopter, a small tractor, and one of the highly classified new human space cruisers, like a van but smoother and meant for launch and landing in space. It probably also had the new gravity function too, and Synter became excited just spotting it. With a crackle in the air, a speaker Synter didn't know was in the room started up.

"Hey there, are you sure you wanna stay here? You can escape with other humans if you want." Richard spoke through a softer announcing speaker.

It sounded like it was under a box or something, but Synter wasn't going to escape space prison without his truck. He shook his head.

"Nuh-uh! Im abducted with my truck I'll leave with my truck. It has food for 3 years if I don't eat like a pig, and besides im a computer mechanical & engineering wizard, if something goes wrong i can look up a how to video I downloaded and fix it. I was interested enough about space before this." Synter exclaimed, attempting to hug his truck tighter but failing and sliding down it.

He fell on his ass and the speaker sighed.

"Okay fine, each of these rooms are meant to house xenos of any race for at least 2 years, and 6 months of hurtling in space is all you need to be caught by earth. I did manage to hack the ship, so I'll weld down your closed doors from the outside to make it space proof." The doors cracked open behind him slammed shut, the sound of large locks clinking together before the heater whir of presumably the fire torches or the Xeno equivalent stirring behind him.

"Meanwhile to survive I guess I can guide you to the warehouse computer and monitor so you can rewire it with the fabricator that should be next to it. It should be to your right, against the wall behind a smaller pile of boxes. Ooh! It looks like this warehouse was marked for refined metals and chemicals! With it you could make your own chemical water & oxygen making machine and ftl drive, if you need it. I'm going to guide the rest to their escape pods and their own warehouse cargo bay so I can catapult you into space towards earth. You ready?"

Synter was already running towards the wall of boxes.

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