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#it also reminds me of when i’d stargaze as a child when i lived in the countryside
pinkcake · 3 years
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i literally fall asleep to starwatcher (maru’s theme) on repeat. you guys don’t understand how much i love that track. it has such a soothing effect on me ;—;
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versadies · 3 years
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general + lantern rite with scaramouche hc (gn!reader, 400 follows special)
penpal: it’s finally here!!! thank you guys sm for the follows and the support. i enjoy writing hcs and i’m happy that a lot of you like it! a few of you also requested me for a scaramouche general hc so hope this lives up to your expectations. happy readings! - ver.
warning/s: ooc!scaramouche
sypnosis: what it’s like to date scaramouche + hang out with him in lantern rite festival
note: i was actually supposed to make this toxic given that scaramouche is... scaramouche but my heart can’t take it so i decided to just go wild on this one.
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-> i salute to you for dating this man.
-> scaramouche is scary and is probably not even the type to be interested in having romantic relationships. the fact that he fell in love with you though is shocking to the fatui if they even find out about it. hell, even the man himself is surprised.
-> he’s going to be not so affectionate at first (just subtle affection here and there but no kisses or long cuddling) since he’s not an affectionate type of guy but as time goes by, he’ll eventually start to give you lots of affection.
-> pda is a no for scaramouche. the two of you have to agree in keeping this relationship a secret due to not only the danger you could be in but also the fact that he doesn’t want anyone to know about your relationship with him.
-> don’t get him wrong— it’s not that he’s ashamed of dating you. he knows that almost everyone in teyvat hates the fatui, so the fact that the potential harassment given to you from others is a possibility, he doesn’t want you to be in that situation.
-> the way he acts around you is unpredictable. i think he’d be both cold yet affectionate if that’s even possible. don’t worry, his mean demeanor is different to you than how he acts around everyone else— it’s less harsh and harmless, to which you understand that he’s not serious. feel free to bicker back at him, he won’t kill you.
-> your family would’ve thought he forced you into this if they found out of your relationship with the man. it will take you a lot of reassurance to them that you weren’t forced and the fact that you love him as much as he to you.
-> dates with him are to be private. i’d think he’d pull on a reservation on a restaurant and make sure that everyone around you knows that this date is “private affairs on your debt” (even though you never had a debt in the first place). even if these “private affairs” happens a bit too often than normal, people would be too scared to even confront scaramouche.
-> i honestly see this guy as a classy man. he’ll pull classy dinners, walking around the city hand-in-hand at 3am when everyone is asleep, go somewhere private outside + get a picnic date + star-gazing, etc.
-> i can already imagine this man telling you all of his theories on the skies and on teyvat during your picnic-stargazing dates while you listen and eat an inazuma dish. (his line about the sky being fake really do be sus to me to this day 👀👀👀)
-> during dates where you two aren’t living together yet and when scaramouche always has to escort you to your dates, he’ll definitely not hesitate to throw a pebble against your bedroom window if you’re not going to answer the door after countless of pounding against it. he’ll throw every pebble he can get from the ground until it either breaks or you finally answered lol
-> like childe, scaramouche is hella busy. unless you’re in either snezhnaya or inazuma— then you two can be able to spend time. however if you live in other nations that isn’t one of the two, you’d have to get used to a long distance relationship. however if you’re not the kind to like a long distance relationship, then sorry to break it to you, that relationship might not work unless you and scaramouche are able to find a way.
-> breaks for him are rare, he’s a hardworking man and wants to live up to the tsaritsa’s expectations (even if he dislikes the archon). when he does go home to you, he makes sure that he’ll spend time with you every single moment and that they’re all precious memories.
-> he is lowkey caring but he will deny it will all of his life if you even mention it. oh you fell asleep on the couch while waiting for him to go home? wow would you look at that, the wind is so kind for putting a blanket over you and he somehow wasn’t there! oh my gosh you’re getting a cold and is coughing a lot? la signora is so nice for making some people from the fatui to offer medicine and it’s def not him, who has the upper hand in ordering them to do it!
-> don’t get me started on him spoiling you. he always writes letters to you and every letter he sent always has a small gift or a package sent with a scared-looking fatui member who just wants to go home. the gifts are either souvenirs from his travels or something that reminds him of you. either way, it’s always what you like.
-> you can’t convince me that not all of his letters are 60% him complaining about how his subordinates have some audacity to give him headaches and how he just wants to lowkey go home to you because of it (in reality, the both of you know he just misses you).
-> ik a lot of scaramouche simps really wanna try his hat out and i can already imagine you finding ways to get your hands on his hat without him noticing or not wearing it. if you somehow managed to get the prize, he’ll def try to get it from you and won’t hesitate to throw (harmless) threats until you finally give in and give it to him.
-> fighting with scaramouche is kind of rare given that he’s mostly away but when it does happen, it’s related to him being too harsh or his sudden announcement that he has to leave. your arguments never includes long distance relationship since it’s something you and scaramouche expected and are ready for. of course, scaramouche will treat it as if you’re the one making a big deal out of it— which is something that angers you and a disadvantage of dating him.
-> during those arguments, the way he acts depends on how serious it is. by the time you leave the room to get some space, he’ll give you all the space you need— though he couldn’t help but not ignore the harsh pangs he’s feeling from his chest.
-> scaramouche will def be the first to apologize because he feels guilty (the feeling of not being satisfied is strong whenever you leave and he hates it) and doesn’t want you to be mad anymore. unless the fight is truly your fault, he’ll wait till you apologize.
-> his favorite moments are always when he’s allowed to take you with him to his travels for a mission. he won’t admit, he’s very looking forward to show you around places privately and his ego will rise if you praise him for his intelligence on the land. though, those who try to interrupt his private moments with you just to tell scaramouche about something related to the fatui— they’ll face an even harsher treatment than normal.
-> nights with scaramouche are quiet. the moment scaramouche lays down on the bed and closes his eyes for a moment, he’s asleep. can’t blame him, he’s always exhausted from the fatui so he needs it. however, he does make sure you yourself get some sleep as well. he’ll make sure that you’re always beside him before he sleeps.
-> mornings with him are short. he’ll wake up first and immediately get ready for work while you’re on your bed still sleeping. scaramouche won’t be able to eat breakfast in your home and always buy food on his way there since he doesn’t have time to wait (and partially doesn’t wanna make you wake up just to cook for him). he makes sure to kiss your forehead and leave.
-> don’t ever bring up about his goodbye kisses, he will straight up take that secret to his grave. the moment you mention it, he’ll act like you killed someone. “me? kissing you on the forehead? are you sure you’re not dreaming at that time?” he would say while hiding his light reddened cheeks with his hat.
-> if you’re the type to wake up very early though, he’d definitely try to wake up at the same time as you and run with you in the morning if you do. though if you’re not the type to do morning runs, you’ll either cook for his lunch or get ready for work as well. he won’t admit it... but he likes your cooking. expect yourself to be the one to ask for a goodbye kiss cuz man’s going to act like he doesn’t want to do it.
-> as for fatui when you date scaramouche... they’ll probably find out fast. if you don’t work for the fatui, scaramouche will make sure you will never be involved with them. he knows how the fatui can be and will be mad if he finds out you came across to one of the harbingers.
-> overall, dating him is just wild.
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-> scaramouche has to admit, liyue has outdone themselves on this one.
-> the two of you decided to attend the festival as your one year anniversary date and you did not regret trying to convince your man to come with you to liyue for the festival 24/7 ever since you heard childe talking about it to you.
-> while you were taking your sweet time by admiring the decorations around the harbor, scaramouche makes sure no one is following or planning to bother you two at the moment. thank goodness he didn’t have to worry about the millelith, given that they act like they don’t know him at all.
-> he makes sure that you’re having a great time. he’ll let you go buy whatever you want if you wish, it’s his gift i suppose. i’d think he’ll get way too competitive on theater mechanicus and will expect you to praise him whenever he wins.
-> scaramouche will take you to the most fanciest restaurant of the harbor, but if you want to go for another option— he’ll reluctantly accept that and let you buy food for the both of you. given that he mostly resides in inazuma, he’s definitely a skilled chopsticks user (unlike childe).
-> when it comes to making lanterns, it will take scaramouche to try and make a few lanterns before he finally does it right. he’ll gladly help you out if you still couldn’t get a hang of it (he’ll teach you in an “annoyed” way, but he means well).
-> i feel like he’ll take you somewhere not so crowded. man’s probably gonna make sure the whole pearl galley is just the two of you (and the staff) with the help of his mora and let you watch the lanterns from there. however should you not want to ruin someone’s night and force scaramouche somewhere that does not require any mora and is not crowded, then he’s fine with that too.
-> i think he’ll lowkey be interested in the stories presented by the storytellers around the harbor. he’s not invested but just earned enough of his attention to actually listen.
-> by the time the mingxiao lantern is about to be released, you two immediately head to your designated area and started writing your wishes.
-> his wish will probably be something related to successfulness.
-> when the lanterns are released with the mingxiao lantern, the two of you’d just watch in silence. you’d be pretty speechless from the beautiful scenery while scaramouche just watches in slight amusement.
-> the moment scaramouche glances at you, he’ll be surprised by you immediately hugging him and thanking him for taking you to the festival when you have the chance. man’s probably going to try and deny your hug for a moment until giving in and hug you back.
-> he might consider thanking childe when he comes back to snezhnaya.
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rozengrotto · 3 years
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the 12th of July is Russell’s birthday and here’s his card~!
♡ Birthday Interview with Russell and his Groooovy art under the cut ♡
Part 1
  ♡—Octavinelle Dorm - Birthday Party Venue—♡
NRC School Newspaper Birthday Interview Feature
~Russell version~
Yuu: Happy Birthday!
Russell: Ah, thank you a lot! It still surprises me to receive so many birthday greetings from everyone.
Are you not used to people wishing you happy birthday?
Russell: Can't say I am, really. My family is rather small and I never had many friends growing up. But I do appreciate the congratulations lots! It feels nice!
How does your family celebrate your birthday?
Russell: Every year, my mother treats me to a fancy restaurant and we eat tons of good stuff. Maybe you know of it, it's run by Azul-senpai's parents. The food there is heavenly! Even my aunt, granny and little cousins come to visit for that occasion. It can get surprisingly lively when all of us are around~
Speaking of, what is your favorite food?
Russell: Any dish that has shrimp in it! They are delicious and so easy to catch. I especially love biting off their heads first, it makes a funny sound! Oh wait, doesn't Floyd-senpai call you “shrimp” as well? Hehe, how interesting~
* gulp * M-moving on. Is there any food you dislike?
Russell: Hmm, let me think. I'm not all that picky, but I dislike caramel toffee since it’s all sticky. I hate it when food gets stuck between my teeth. It reminds me of the time when I had to wear those stupid braces. Luckily I don't need them anymore and my teeth are super duper fine now! Wanna see them~?
Part 2
You seem to get along well with your upperclassmen.
Russell: All of them are very kind and I feel like I can learn a lot from them. Just yesterday Jade-senpai told me about a kind of mushroom that glows in the dark! Isn’t that amazing? It's never boring around here above the surface. But most of all, it's great to hang out with Floyd-senpai! He's so much fun and he never cares about what others say, I like that!
So you admire him?
Russell: Very much! I wanna be strong and smart and make my own way, just like him!
He also knows that looks don't define a person.
A book shouldn't be judged by its cover after all. People easily underestimate me since I seem rather weak and small.
But I don't think that's a bad thing.
It's more fun to see the shock on their faces when they realize what a person like me is capable of.
We anglerfish love the element of surprise~
You are an anglerfishmer, yes? Can you tell us more about yourself?
Russell: Oh? Do you want to learn more about us anglerfish, Prefect-san? How nice!
Let me give you some awesome trivia about anglerfishmer then!
When I am in my merform, I can make my whole body glow in the dark. You wouldn’t believe how many foolish fish are drawn to the light, hehe~
Also I can extend my jaw and make it reaaaaal big! Sadly, I can't do that as a human, I think it would look rather weird anyways.
In the past before I had braces, people used to make fun of me for my teeth since they were so crooked and long and strange. They still are kind of long and some people keep staring... But Floyd-senpai told me to bite anyone who says anything bad about my teeth!
That doesn't sound like a good advice....
Russell: Haha, it's alright, Prefect-san, I was just joking! I'd never bite anybody! ...without a reason, that is~
Part 3
What sort of presents did you receive?
Russell: Let's see here.
My classmates and a few of my senpais gave me some neat stuff and sweets.
Oh, and my mother sent me a jar of stars this year! They aren't truly stars of course, but bioluminescent algae formed into star shape. She always knows what I love the most. I keep it on my nightstand and use it as a reading light!
So you like stars a lot?
Russell:  Mhm, I love stargazing. When I was little, I used to sneak out and swim up to the surface to look at all the glittering stars in the night sky. As a child I thought they were fellow anglerfish so I waved at them, but of course they never answered. I remember crying because of that, but in hindsight it was silly of me to be sad about it.
You know, I was born in the depths of Coral Sea where it's mostly dark and cold. We communicate a lot via light signals, so seeing something shiny and glowing always makes me feel happy and at ease. Many fear the dark. Well, I can't blame them, it's dangerous if you can't see what's lurking around. However, we use that to our advantage when we hunt, hehe~
I...see. Uhm, is there anything else you like?
Russell: Yes, I love acting! I did some stage plays for fun when I was in middle school. Everyone says I’m really good at putting on a show! I can even cry on command. It's my dream to become an actor one day and appear in a grand movie.
Right, you are a member of the Film Studies club, correct?
Russell: Indeed! Imagine my surprise when I found out that Vil-senpai is the leader of said club! I watched every single movie that his father featured in, I’m a big fan of his works!
Although I am part of the club, Vil-senpai himself still won't give me a major role. He says I'm a good actor, but I need to put more heart into my performance. When I had my audition he saw right through my act! Not many are able to do that, Vil-senpai truly is something else. I suppose I still have much to learn. Just watch me, one day I will prove myself to him!
I am sure you will be able to do that!
Russell: Why, thank you, Prefect-san. I'll try my best~
Thank you for sharing all of this with us!
Once again, Happy Birthday!
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forever-rogue · 3 years
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Afterglow - Part 5
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A/N: Thank you guys for the support on the last part, and your mutual hatred of Ch*d. He really is the worst...As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know. xx 💕
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: None
AFTERGLOW MASTERLIST
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We’ll always be together.
Everything will work out like it was supposed to.
We’re going to go away to California and we’ll start our new lives there.
Nothing will ever tear us apart.
We’ll get away from this town and they’ll never see us again.
I love you.
“Hello? Hello…” you were barely aware of the hand waving in front of your face as you stared out of the large window, watching the late night traffic of the city. You shook your head as you snapped back into reality and found Chad staring at you with an annoyed expression on his face. You set your fork down and pushed your plate away, having lost your appetite some time ago and growing tired of going through the motions of eating. Chad sighed heavily, grabbing the fine linen napkin off of his lap and tossing onto the table, “what’s going on with you lately, sugar plum?”
“Nothing,” you cringed at the nickname but tried to keep your face a true mask of neutrality as you pushed the memories of your youth with Frankie to the back of your mind. You don’t remember exactly when you’d zoned out during the conversation, but a teenage Frankie, one that had promised you the world as you laid in the back of his old beat up pickup and stargazed had occupied all of your thoughts. You sat back in your chair and sighed, dismissively crossing your arms over your chest, “it’s just been a long day and I’m tired…”
“You seem to be having a lot of days like that lately,” he shrugged with a sour expression as he reached for his glass of wine and drained the rest of the dark red liquid in one go. You didn’t want to fight, not again, as you seemed to be doing every day lately, but you also weren’t about to let yourself get walked all over.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed at him, flagging down a waiter and silently asking for the check. 
“You’ve been spacey, you’re always claiming to be tired, forgetting appointments, and you don’t seem to want to do anything with wedding planning,” he huffed at you. You were willing to coincide that much - he was right on the money. You’d been preoccupied with thoughts of your youth, your past that you’d thought you’d buried well enough, but had let them back in. They had become all consuming...and frankly, planning a wedding you were constantly arguing about wasn’t something that seemed particularly appealing, “what’s going on with you? Are you...are you pregnant?” 
You almost spit out the water you had been drinking, your mind quickly running a million miles an hour at the question. You weren’t….surely you weren’t. No, luckily you’d had your period about three weeks prior and it’d been even longer than that since you’d last sex. It wasn’t exactly a thrilling time lately. Just before you could open your mouth to say anything else and reassure him that you most definitely were not pregnant, he blathered on, “you can’t get pregnant before the wedding...you know how bad that would make us look? It’s only two more months, after that we can try and get it out of the way. But not before.”
You snorted, grabbing the little bit of wine you had left over and downed it, to prove your point that you weren’t pregnant. Get it out of the way, you could have laughed at the statement if it hadn’t been so shocking. You never thought you’d have had a child with a man who thought it was just something to get out of the way. Maybe you’d get lucky and never have a child with him...it would spare both of you. 
“I’m not pregnant,” you hissed at him, “and don’t worry, at the rate we’re having sex, I’ll never get pregnant anyways.”
“You can’t,” he lowered his voice and looked around to make sure no one had heard him, “you can’t just go around saying things like that!”
“What?” you asked as the waiter came over with the check. You took it and thanked him with a smile as sweet as honey, not even bothering to check the tab as you tossed one of your cards into the sleeve and set it back down. Chad normally always insisted that he pay, stuck in his old school thought process that men should be taking care of their wives and girlfriends, not the other way around, “I shouldn’t be saying the truth?”
“I’m not going to fight about this,” he insisted sharply, his eyes filled with nothing but malice, but his outward expression suggesting he was happy and content, “look, we have a lot to do before the wedding, and after tomorrow I’m going to be gone for three weeks-”
“For work,” you finished forward, trying to read his face to see if you could detect even the slightest flicker that he hadn’t been honest with you. He was a lot of things you weren’t a fan of, but you didn’t think he would ever cheat on you. If nothing else, the fear of getting caught and having his personal life and image blow up in his face was even to deter him. 
Sometimes though, as you laid next to him at night, unable to sleep, you wondered if he truly loved you, or he just liked the pretty picture you presented, and the name that you carried. You loved him, truly you had, at one point anyway, but now you were questioning if you still did. Rather, you loved him, and you never would wish him ill, he wasn’t a bad man in that sense, but were you in love with him? That was the question that you had been struggling with. You often wondered if you were just going through the motions to go through them, to mold yourself into the image that everyone had of you. Were you truly happy? You weren’t even sure anymore.
“Yes, for work,” he agreed, keeping his face calm. You often considered yourself a fair judge of character and you didn’t detect anything that suggested he was lying, “and there are a lot of things that need to be done and finalized while I’m gone for the wedding. How can I trust you to do that when you can’t even remember dinner with our families?”
“I’ve got everything in my calendar, with alarms and reminders,” you promised, “it’ll all be taken care of.”
“Including your dress fitting,” he reminded you, “that’s the most important thing. We can’t have you going down the aisle in an ill fitting dress.”
“It will all be done and taken care of,” you promised quietly, “there’s nothing to worry about. Whatever’s going on with me, I’ll pull myself out of it.”
“Good,” he responded, offering you the first smile you had seen that evening, “I just want everything to be perfect on our day.”
“Of course,” you signed the receipt that was dropped off, making sure to leave a generous tip, before sliding your card back in your purse. Chad stood up and waited for you, and the smallest bit of joy that had been sparked always started to disappear already. Autopilot was on and you were once again going through the motions.
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“When’s the big day? You are going to make the most stunning bride,” the young girl that was assisting your dressmaker was looking at you with the softest, most awed expression you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but smile at her, remembering that when you were young you had always dreamed of a day like this. You turned back and studied your reflection in the large, golden and gilded mirror, admiring the dress. It was a beautiful gown, made just for you, of course, as no one would ever let you forget if you wore a predesigned stock dress. 
“About two months,” you said softly, watching as Imelda, the woman who had dreamed up the dress from scratch after first meeting you, came back with a veil. The veil itself was just as gorgeous as the dress, also created by hand, stitch by grueling stitch. You stepped down from the small pedestal and let her place it on the crown of your head as you blended magnificently with the dress. 
“A fall wedding,” she sighed dreamily, “if I ever meet the one and get married, that’s what I’d want too. I think it’s the perfect time of the year, and so romantic.”
“It’s...it’s something,” you found yourself at a loss for words as you turned back to your reflection, finding the look complete with the headpiece. Every single inch was stunning, highlighting all your favorite parts of yourself. It was a dress borne of love, and made you look more like a princess than a woman who wasn’t even sure anymore if she wanted to get married.  Every day that had passed since Chad had left for his work trip about two weeks ago had been agonizing as you tried to figure out what you really wanted. Did you really want to get married to him? 
“I bet it will be so magical,” the young girl sighed wistfully. It took you back for a moment how much she reminded you of yourself, “how did your fiancé propose? Your ring is gorgeous too. I bet you’re both so beautiful together!”
"He's a very handsome man," you admitted, knowing that most women would fall to their knees for a chance at a man like Chad. He wasn't the type that you had been drawn to when you were younger, but he was still easy on the eyes. He had that soft, typical all American boy sort of look to him, tall, lithe with the blonde hair and blue eyes that women often found so dreamy.  It just wasn't...what you had envisioned when you were younger, "and smart, he's an attorney, and just...yeah. A good man."
For the right person he might even have been perfect. You wondered how things would be different if you were the perfect match for him.
"You'll have gorgeous babies," the girl brought forth a tray of jewelry for you to examine and pick through to find the perfect match for your dress. Imelda softly tutted at the girl, suggesting a pair of brilliant diamond earrings for you to try.
"Maybe," you decided to dodge that bullet and grabbed the studs, popping them into your ears to see how they went with the dress and veil.
"But the proposal - what was it like? I bet it was so dreamy..."
"It was simple," you admitted. It was simple compared to others you had witnessed, but still more over the top than you had needed or had desired. He'd waited until you were at an outing that you swore consisted of everyone you had ever known. There was no doubt in your mind that he had done it to make himself look good and show off the huge ring that now sat on your hand. It was almost too big for your taste and you'd often thought about trying to get something more subtle. But you hadn't wanted to argue over it, so you just accepted it, "it was at a dinner with our family and friends. A little lowkey, but he did it over champagne and dessert."
"That's perfect," she sighed wistfully, "I hope that if I ever get engaged, my future girlfriend does something like that, or I can do if for her."
"I hope you too," you promised her with a fond smile, "you deserve the world too and the engagement and wedding you dream of."
"Hopefully I'll look as pretty as you," she smooth parts of your dress down as she looked you over, "hopefully Auntie Imelly will make me a dress just as pretty."
"You already know I've got everything planned for you," Imelda promised her niece, "you just have to wait until you find the perfect girl and the time is right. I want nothing but the best for you, and I won't see settling for just anyone."
"Never," the girl nodded at her aunt.
"But now," she turned back to you and held out a stunning tennis bracelet, "what about you? Do you like everything or should we make any more changes to the veil or dress?"
You took a long while to study the woman staring back at you in the mirror. She was beautiful, that much was easy to see, dressed in the most stunning wedding gown and jewelry. Everything about her was breathing taking, but there wasn't even a trace of a smile on her face, no light or life in her eyes. 
"No," you whispered softly, running your fingers gently over the delicate lace of your the veil. You knew it must have taken Imelda hours and hours of hard work and care to make perfect it, "everything is stunning. This is...it's beautiful, every last stitch. Its an honor to be wearing this dress right now."
"Perfect," she beamed at you, "then we'll get it all put and stored safely until your big day. I'll of course bring it to that morning and make sure its perfect for you."
"But I can't...I can't take it," you said and the room grew so quiet you could hear a pin drop, "I can't accept this beautiful dress, this veil, any of it."
"What do you mean? I created this just for you..."
"I know," you said as you stated to peel off the jewelry and placed it show back in the soft, velvet case, "and I will pay you double what you originally quoted for it. I want you to keep it and give it to someone you deem worthy. Someone that desires to wear something so beautiful, someone that is marrying the love of their lives. I'll even pay for any future alterations, but I can't...I can't do this."
"What do you mean?" Imelda's face wen through a range of various emotions as she hastily helped you to pull off the veil.
"I can't get married," you stated, finally saying out loud the words that had been plaguing you for some time now. You couldn't do it. You weren't going to subject yourself to a marriage you didn't want with a man who wasn't the love of your life, "I'm not going through with this. I can't...no. I'll never be happy with if I do."
The young girl brought your clothes back for you as you started to strip off the dress, not caring in the slightest about any propriety anymore. 
"Listen, sweet girl," you told her as she pulled the dress off of you, almost buckling under the sheer weight of it until you helped her, "never ever settle for anyone. Wait until the right person comes along...maybe it'll take ages, but you'll be happier. Don't make the mistake I almost did."
You pulled on your jeans and t-shirt, casual clothes that Chad would likely have abhorred, and turned back to Imelda, "I am so, so sorry to do this to you. All the hard work and time..."
"I'm just glad you kept yourself from making a huge mistake," she whispered as she pulled you into a hug, "that's the important thing of all. The dress will find the right home, and one day your heart will as well."
"Thank you," you said softly, feeling the wave of emotions that you'd been suppressing for so long wash over you. For a therapist, one who told her patients to express themselves however they needed to, you'd grown too comfortable with settling and being content, but not truly happy. Something was bound to break at some point and this just happened to be the straw they broke the camel's back.
"Thank you," you brushed away a few tears, finding more comfort in her touch and kind words than you had in anyone else in a long time, "truly, thank you. And please, send me the bill. Whatever you want, I'll pay it."
"Of course," she gently wiped your tears away, her niece giving you a small wave as you turned to leave the shop.
As soon as you stepped foot into the busy street, reality came crashing down on you like a ton of bricks. This was going to change everything, emotions would be all over the place, and dealing with two controlling families would be an ordeal within itself. But regardless, you felt lighter and happier than you had in a long, long time. Nothing else mattered right now. The only thing you were focused on was the little bit of light that had crawled back into your heart. It wasn't an easy decision to make, but you knew it was the best one - the right one. It had been a long, long time since you'd been able to say that about anything...
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As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you threw off your coat, snatched your phone out of your purse and tossed it onto the floor. Quickly searching for Chad's contact, you paused for just a moment to let out a long breath before dialing his number. 
You stormed into the bedroom and ducked into the closet, pulling out a suitcase while you listening and anticipated him picking up any moment. Your heart was beating like mad, threatening to burst out of your ribcage as you hastily tossed whatever clothes you into the large suitcase. It was a haphazard disaster, but you didn't care.
"Hello?" He finally answered after several long rings, sounding somewhere between surprised and annoyed, "what's wrong sugar plum?"
"I'm leaving," you blurted out before you could think about how to word anything or form a coherent sentence.
"What? Leaving where? What are you talking about?" he hissed under his breath, as you heard him walk to the door, shut it and work it, "what's  going on?"
"I'm leaving you," you finished throwing the clothes that were easily accessible and jammed into the bathroom to grab your things from there, "I can't do this. I'm not marrying you, Chad. We're over."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he must have heard you frantically scurrying around, as his voice had a shake to it, "what on earth are you talking about? You're not thinking clearly!"
"No," you said firmly, "I'm thinking clearly for the first time in a long time. This has been something that I've been thinking about for a long time. Chad, you and I...we're not meant to be." 
"You were supposed to finalize your wedding dress today," he hissed under his breath, clearly not realizing what you had said. Or if he had, he has pointedly chosen to ignore everything you were saying. Typical. And one of the prime reasons you were ready to be done with him and move on. You could couldn't imagine a lifetime of this - you'd never be happy again. You held the phone away from your ear for a moment and let out a long groan, "have you been drinking?"
"What?!" a look of annoyed disgust your features as you rolled your eyes at him, "no, of course I haven't. This is exactly what I mean, Chad. You just get so like...this and I'm tired of dealing with it. Are you even happy?"
"It doesn't matter if I'm happy," he huffed. Of course it didn't...that’s exactly why your relationship had been doomed for a long time. Status, money, image was everything to him. That had never been your wants and goals life - that was how you'd always been different from your family. You just wanted to be happy, nothing else mattered. That's why you had dreamed of moving to California and starting a life there with Frankie, "that's not what this is about."
"Of course it is," you insisted softly, "that's what...that's what matters in life, Chad. Life isn't about money and status and what others think of you. Its about being happy, love, being kind..."
"What are you on about? What kind of delusions have been put into your head?" his words were cruel and you couldn't deny the fact that they stung. This was everything you had rebelled against when you were younger, everything you never wanted to he. But here you were...someone you couldn't even stand, "your parents wouldn't stand to hear you talk like this."
"Yeah," you agreed quietly, "that's exactly why I need to do this. I never wanted to be like them...I don't want to be anything like this. I don't care about it. I just want to be with someone I love and to be happy."
"You're setting yourself up for failure-"
"Maybe so," you agreed quietly, "but that's a risk I'm willing to take. It's better to try than just to accept a life without happiness."
"Look," he sighed, deep, weary sound, and you could just picture him sitting there in frustration, "we can talk about all of this when I get back. Its a few more days...maybe you'll be thinking more clearly by then. Just make sure get your dress and have everything figured out. We can't afford to get behind."
"No," it was a firm, resolute statement. Part of you was shocked that he wasn't understanding or getting into his thick skull that you were being serious. Then again, part of you was not surprised.
"No?"
"You don't get it, Chad," you cradled your phone between your ear and shoulder before pulling off your over the top engagement ring and slamming it on the dresser, "when you come back, I won't be here. I'm not kidding, this isn't some sort of game. I'm done - we are done. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back."
"You can't just leave!" a little bit of panic had crept into his voice as he slowly came to the realization that you were serious - dead serious, "what are you going to do? Where will you go?"
"I can just leave and I will," you insisted, "this has been over for some time, Chad. We both know it. I'm taking my things and leaving everything else. The ring is on the dresser. The apartment is yours anyway, keep it. Keep it all. I don't want a thing. I’ll figure the rest out on my own.”
“If you walk out that door and if you’re not there when I get back, this is over forever,” it almost sounded like he was trying to give you an ultimatum, but it just caused you to laugh lightly. Everything about this situation was life changing - you were breaking away from your life’s charted trajectory, but it felt like the right thing to do. The girl you were when you were growing up would have when horrified to see what you had become. But she was slowly clawing her way out and coming back to life, just how she should have been, how she should have always been. 
“That’s the plan, Chad,” you sighed softly. You weren’t sure if he was ever going to get, or if he would only understand when he realized that you weren’t there. Maybe he had to experience the full reality of everything before he accepted it. You sat down on the edge of the bed, realizing that this was the last time you’d ever be here, “look, I’m sorry for not doing this sooner or expressing how I felt. I-I’ve tried but you always shut me down. I know this changes everything for both of us, but it’s the right thing to do. You’re not a bad man, Chad, but you’re just not the one for me. I don’t wish you anything but happiness, truly, but it’s just not with me.”
“People will talk, no one will ever have you back-”
“Yeah, and I’m okay with that,” you admitted, “those people? They never cared about me, none of them care about anything but themselves. I’m okay without them in my life. The people that matter will stay and they won’t care.”
“Sugar plum-”
“Don’t,” you cringed at the nickname, “don’t call me that, I hate it. I’ve always told you I hate it...and yet you never listened. I should have known, I should have tried harder to let you know. We should have talked more - you should have listened and I should have tried harder. This mess could have been avoided a long time ago.”
“You’re a therapist and couldn’t figure this out,” he scoffed and you could tell he was trying to go for a low blow. He was mad so he was going to try and fight dirty, “must not be a very good one then. What do they even pay you for?”
“I didn’t think you’d resort to saying something like that,” you stood back up and finished stuffing things into your suitcase, making up your mind to try and leave as quickly as possible, “but you know, I am good at my job and I try and help people. Just because I don’t always take my own advice, doesn’t mean it’s wrong. See, that’s why we would have never worked out - you’re so quick to anger and we’re never once had a rational discussion when you get like this. I mean, this wedding, everything that’s when going on has been for you and what you think people want. I’m not...I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t who I am, it never used to be. I need to be the person I truly am again.”
“You are making a huge mistake,” his declaration was enough to make you laugh as he desperately tried to do anything to make you feel small and to stay. If you believed that you needed him maybe you would stay. The sad thing was that he wasn’t even so concerned about you, or the fact that he loved you, it was all about how this would look to other people. Pathetic. 
“No,” you disagreed, “and even if I was, I guess I’ll learn my lesson the hard way. I’m okay with that. Listen...I’ll take care of cancelling everything for the wedding and telling my parents. You can tell everyone else, blame me, make yourself look good. I’ll have all the money refunded to you, I don’t care about it, I just don’t.”
“You’re really doing this, huh?” he laughed; it was a bitter, stunted sound. You finished throwing your clothes and few items from the bathroom into the suitcase and were in the process of zipping it shut. You already felt so much freer, so much lighter. 
“I am,” you acknowledged, grabbing your things and heading for the door, “this is goodbye, Chad. If it means anything at all, I am sorry for how this came about, but I’m not sorry for doing it. This is the right thing to do….even if it doesn’t feel like it now. In the future you’ll realize it too.”
A few beats of silence passed between the two of you, and just when you thought he was going to say something, the sound cut out and the call ended. You groaned lightly as pulled the phone away from your ear, tapping the corner of it against your head a few times. After all this time, this was how things were going to end? You knew he’d be mad, but you didn’t think it would be like this…
Figuring that while you were already in the middle of dealing with everything and that lovely response you had might as well call your parents and get that over with at the same time. How much else could go wrong? If you were going to be disowned, than you might as well find out now.  Scrolling through your contacts, you quickly found your parent’s house number, dialing and quietly wishing that neither of them would answer. Maybe they would be too busy running around -
“Hello?” your mother sounded cheerful as ever, and while you didn’t always see eye to eye with her on everything, you still cared deeply about her. You considered hanging up, but decided against it, figuring it was time  to get this done and over with.
“Hi Mom,” you said softly as she grew excited to hear from you. She startled rattling on, not even letting you get a word in edgewise as she went on and on about your wedding, “Mom, stop.”
“What do you mean?” she asked suddenly, taken aback by your little sharp comment, “this is your wedding we’re talking about it, honey, it’s going to be here before you know it.”
“That’s the thing...that’s why I’m calling-”
“You got your dress finalized today, right? I can’t wait to see it, I know you wanted it to be a surprise for everyone, but I wished I could have been there…” you could tell she was getting emotional, but it caused a light pang in your heart. It was never going to change your mind, of course, but still gave you a moment of pause, “tell me, honey, do you love the dress?”
“There’s no...no dress,” your voice was soft as a gasp came from the other end, “because there’s not going to be a wedding.”
“W-what?” she asked, fumbling on some words as she tried to wrap her head around what you were saying. No wedding? Surely you must have been pulling her leg. Your wedding was the talk of the town, everyone knew about it…”what do you mean there’s not going to be a wedding? Of course there...it’s in two months…”
“No,” you repeated again, “there’s not. It’s not happening. I told Chad, I’m leaving, I can’t go through with this. I don’t love him, Mom, not like that. I cannot marry a man that I do not love.”
“You already told him? You’re going to call this whole thing off?” she was getting hysterical and you immediately regretted telling her. Well...she was going to find out one way or another...at least this way she was getting it directly from you, “just like that? What’s going on with you?”
“Yes, just like that...but honestly, it’s been a long time coming,” you dragged your suitcases to the door and took one last look around the place, giving it one last look over, “it’s...I wasn’t happy, not for a long time. And it’s my fault for not dealing with it sooner, but I couldn’t go through with this. I’m not going to subject myself and him for a life of unhappiness.” 
“But what about-”
“None of that matters,” you promised, “I don’t care what anyone thinks. I just want to be happy and if I ever marry anyone, I want to be in love. Maybe that will never happen, but that’s better than a lifetime of going through the motions.”
“But Chad is...he’s perfect…” rolling your eyes, you tossed your eyes onto the counter and took off the apartment keys, laying them on the table for Chad, “the two of you…”
“Look great together? Would have 2.5 wonderful looking children? A dog with a big house and white picket fence?” you finished for her, “I know that’s what everyone says and thinks. But it’s so much more than that. Chad is not a bad man, and I know that, he’s good and he’ll be great for the right person, that person just isn’t me. I don’t care about anything else...I want to be happy, and right now, I know it will hurt him, but eventually he’ll be happy too.”
“Are you sure about this?” she sounded resigned already, knowing that it wasn’t worth it to argue with you. You always had a stubborn streak when you were young, and that had never changed.
“I am, Mom. I just...I want to be happy, truly happy, and if I had gone through with everything, it would never have happened,” you explained, “isn’t that important too? Does my happiness mean so little to everyone?”
“Your happiness is important, sweetheart,” she said softly. You could tell this was crushing her spirits and that no less than a million things were running through her mind, she always was the analytical type, stemming from her many years as an attorney. But at least she was trying; trying to understand your thoughts and respect them, even if it was hard for her, “are you positive that this is what you want?”
“I am,” you felt sure and confident in yourself as you headed for the door, propping it open and dragging your suitcases into the hallway, “this is the thing I’ve been more sure about lately than anything else.” 
“Well,” she cleared her throat, “then that’s what matters. You do deserve happiness, my love. What are you going to do now?”
“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead,” you admitted, “I’ll figure that out as I go...which I guess is now.”
“Your father and I are here if you need us,” she promised, surprising in a way because you were sure that you would be subjected to her wrath, “we do love you, you know, despite how it may seem sometimes.”
“I know, “ you closed the door slowly, listening to it shut with a soft click, bringing about a bit of finality to the life you were leaving behind, “I appreciate that. Right now, I just need to figure a few things out.”
“Call us if you need anything,” she insisted, and you took a deep breath before nodding.
“I will,” you promised softly, ending the call and tossing your phone into your pocket. At least that was done. Now you just had to figure everything else out. 
Everything else suddenly seemed unbelievably daunting. You’d gone through periods before where everything you had known fell completely apart. You’d gotten through it then and you would again. 
You had been broken and forced to pick up each tiny piece of yourself before. You’d do again and again and again if you had to. At least this gave you a chance at happiness.
This was just the first page of a new chapter. You can do this, you kept repeating to yourself as you started to walk away, you can do this.
On the outskirts of town, in the small, quaint house he called home, Frankie startled awake, out of his midafternoon nap. He looked around to see what the cause for the sudden wake up was, but could find nothing. He sighed as he sat up and rubbed his tired eyes, his heart panging with an odd, pulling sensation. 
He wasn’t quite sure what it was...but it was something. 
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ahatintimepieces · 3 years
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Stars and Gray Skies
Fit in another request for the night! @toxic-lavender requested “You are my sunshine” and I finally got something for it. Hope this is along the lines of what you’re looking for! Please enjoy!
“Do you miss her?”
Snatcher turned the page of his book, refusing to look down at child craning her head back as she perched in his lap.
“The deal was, if you were going to be a nuisance, you would be a silent nuisance.”
“But do you?” Hattie leaned back into his chest.
He ignored her.
“Do you?” She reached up and waved her hand in front of his eyes. “Do you? Do you? Do you?”
“Kid,” he huffed, taking her hand and pushing it away. “Stop.” Sighing, he finally met her wide eyes. “Miss who?”
He knew who she was going to say before she said it, of course. How couldn’t he?
“Vanessa.”
The name still sent involuntary shivers down his spine.
Readjusting his position so she couldn’t notice his tremble, he closed the book and poofed it away with a snap of his talons. He propped an elbow—or the approximation of one—on the armrest and leaned into his talon.
“Why do you care?” His grin stretched up his face.
“We’re contractual BFFs!” Hattie scooted around, sitting crisscross applesauce on his lap. “We’re supposed talk about things.”
“Things?” Snatcher repeated tiredly, hoping if he put off answering her question long enough, she would forget about it.
“Things that make us happy or sad.” Hattie shrugged.
“Oh yeah?” Snatcher lowered his voice, a mischievous look on his features. “That sounds like information I can use for blackmail!” Or the Death Wish Contracts he gave her. “Well then, BFF, what makes you sad?”
“Stars,” she answered, picking at a stray fuzz on her boot.
“What?” His mouth dropped, his smile faltering. He hadn’t expected her to actually answer. She sounded genuine too. Why on Earth would stars make an alien sad?
“I remember this one time,” Hattie began, bouncing her knees, “that Bow and I, back home—”
“Bow?”
“My friend! She wears a big cute bow,” Hattie explained, “but anyway, we were stargazing one night before we got our assignments. We saw a shooting star and I wished for adventure and she wished for a challenge. We thought we would get to fly together but…” Hattie sighed, “her assignment was to learn how to build and maintain engines while mine was a piloting mission.”
“So…” Snatcher raised his brow, “Wishes coming true made you sad? Not stars?” He plucked her hat off of her head and ruffled her hair before placing it back, “You gotta be wary of the good old monkey’s paw!”
“The what?” Hattie wrinkled her nose and took off her hat. She placed it in her lap as she fixed her messed up hair.
“Short story. Bit above your reading age.” Snatcher smirked.
“Hmm,” Hattie hummed thoughtfully before hugging her hat to her chest. “It wasn’t just the wishes, but the fact that, because of them, we were separated and had to do different jobs.”
“And stars remind you of that?”
“Sort of. I also once got caught in the gravitational pull of a star that turned into a black hole.”
She said it so casually he thought she was joking at first. They stared at each other as he waited for the punchline. When it didn’t come, he shook his head in disbelief.
“You did not.”
“Did to!” Hattie blew a raspberry before laughing. “It was scary, but I got away! It actually happened a little bit before I got stuck here.”
“You actually almost died in a black hole?” Snatcher clasped his talons together, frowning.
“Yeah,” her voice got small. “I… It was so dark there. I was scared I’d never see the sunlight again, or constellations, or Bow.”
He pictured this kid, tiny and who trembled when he had first caught her in his trap, escaping a black hole all on her own. It wasn’t hard to imagine her accomplishing such a feat. It was hard to see the sorrow that had settled on her features, recalling how alone she had been. With something flickering in his chest, he started to reach out. But she bounced on his lap, looking up with smile, and he recoiled, scowling.
“Okay! Your turn! Do you miss Vanessa?” She asked. On the surface, she seemed as cheerful as she could be, but the ghost who once upon a time lived a life wearing smiles constantly, he could pick up on the slight hint of clouds threatening to obscure the light of her countenance in an instant.
He let out a heavy sigh, caving.
“Alright, alright, give me a second.” He glanced away, thinking. “Gray skies.”
He peeked at her slightly confused look, but she remained silent, patiently waiting for him to elaborate.
“I remember gray skies cleared when she laughed. I remember when I was at law school, her letters brought with them warmth and sunshine. But then… her letters stopped, and the gray skies remained.” He rubbed the back of his neck, scratching at his shadowy fluff.
“I remember I loved her. And she loved me,” he continued. “Once, she called me her sunshine after I painted a picture of the moon.” It had made him so happy, to feel like he could offer the same comfort she gave him.
“You’ve showed me the storybook,” he sighed, “so you know about the cellar.”
He remembered the horrible things she had spat at him, while he was chained. She had yelled about how he loved another. He hadn’t. And she screamed how he had shattered her heart. He hadn’t meant to.
He spared a glance upward, meeting Hattie’s eyes.
“I might miss the times that felt like—” like sunshine, “—but I know I can’t go back,” he finished in fragments. “I guess… gray skies are my stars.”
Hattie held his gaze for a moment before crawling forward and wrapping her small arms around him, resting her head against his fluff.
“Kid! What—”
“Snatcher, I have a confession,” she whispered into his mane.
“What, Kiddo?”
“It’s not really stars that make me sad, it’s all the ways they remind me that eventually I’ll always have to say goodbye.”
The shadow froze.
He thought about grey skies, and how colorless the cellar and chains had been. He thought about the white snow and shadows in the trees. He thought about the first nights braving the blizzard as a wandering ghost, fading and sleeping in the cold only to wake up to an absence in his arms.
He thought about Hattie, the bright kid who shone like sunlight, leaving to go home.
He thought about the contracts he kept making, trying to get her to stay.
“I also have a confession,” Snatcher admitted, “I think I was just talking about goodbyes when I said gray skies, too.”
“We’ll always be best friends, though, right?” Her voice was so quiet, he almost didn’t hear. “Like me and Bow?”
Hesitating for only a moment, he finally returned her hug.
“You did write forever into the contract, Brat,” he teased. “So, I guess so.”
She nodded, tightening her hold.
They both dreaded the thought of goodbyes.
“For every star that falls,” Snatcher began, patting her back before she pulled away, “a new one lights up the night sky.”
Though small, a genuine smile found its way onto her features.
“And no matter how cloudy it gets, the sun is still there,” she added. He smirked and flicked her hat, nearly knocking it off her head.
“Hey!” She leaned back to grab it, laughing.
“Now, don’t you have some of my minions to torment, or something?” He cleared his throat, summoning his book back.
“Will you read to me later,” she asked, jumping off of his tail.
“Only if you can complete another contract,” he said, knowing he would read for her whether she did or not.
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready!” She called, before running off to play. Eyes on his book, he smirked, listening to her call out to the subconites.
They both dreaded the thought of goodbyes. But for now, it wasn’t time to part just yet. For now, they both still had a reason to smile.
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silverdecepticon93 · 4 years
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OG young justice team with demigod S/O's (like from percy Jackson)
Aqualad: 
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Obviously, you’re the child of Poseidon
Date nights aren’t too showy, often going out on swims or a simple movie night.
If you ever need help adjusting to the mortal world, Kalur will be very understanding and does very well in teaching how to adjust and fit in.
Doesn’t mind you’re more powerful than him but he will still be a little worried for you in battle. 
If you want to learn hand-to-hand combat, he’d be more than happy to teach you.
If you’re anything like your father, you are ruthless to anyone who dares to cross you, and crossing Kaldur is like crossing you so he kinda has to reel you back in when you get too threatening.
You two are very much the parents of the Team, making sure everyone’s okay and lightly scolding them when they’ve done bad.
It’s a very secure relationship since you two trust each other completely.
He’s very easy to make blush if you kiss him or any other kind of PDA, especially if you do it in front of someone in the League.
“(Y/n), you could get us in trouble.”
“Sorry, Kal, I couldn’t resist.~”
Robin:
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You’re the child of Athena (well, more like an adopted kid but you still inherit some of her abilities) which makes sense considering that Robin is a tricky little bird.
Much like him and Batman, the two of you don’t need to talk in battle since you guys seem to think alike.
He also doesn’t mind that you’re more powerful than him unless you embarrass him in front of Batman or something, then he gets all flustered and pouty.
You’re a sucker for that creepy laugh and cute smile of his.
Will offer to teach you hand-to-hand combat if you decline he’s fine and won’t pry into the matter any further, but if you say ‘yes’ then he’s gonna get so excited.
If you also have trouble adjusting to a mortal lifestyle, then he doesn’t mind helping you introducing you to ‘normal’ mannerisms.
You’re accepted into the Batfamily with no problems or qualms at all, you’re just one of them, so accept it.
Expect a lot of greek mythology pick-up lines that backfire on him when you correct him mid pick-up line about a fact or something about a family member.
“Alright, so in order to succeed in this mission, you’re going to have to-”
“Take out all the system remotely while also creating a distraction so you can slip past? Good idea, (Y/n).”
“I am so in love with you right now.”
Kid Flash:
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Child of Hermes, loud and proud!
Since Wally doesn’t believe in magic, you like to fuck around with him by doing...you know, magic! 
It’s very entertaining for you to watch him struggle trying to justify your magic and abilities but go off, I guess?
You two still love each other deeply, being one of those couples that are incredibly obnoxious but you know that they’d take a bullet for the other.
Expect him to challenge you to races to prove whose faster, you or him.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you don’t. Wally knows when you purposely lose a race and when you don’t so don’t think you can get away with going easy on him.
As for adjusting to the mortal world, you’re don’t really need help. After all, you adapted pretty quickly, which is another thing Wally loves.
Someone who can roll with the punches.
He denies the fact he’s dating a bonafide demigod and calls you his ‘Diety’ or ‘God/Goddess’ for the sake of irony.
“Hey, I realized if we had kids would they be like 25% god or something?”
“If we had kids, they’d be 100% awesome!”
Superboy:
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Child of the war god, himself, Ares.
How you and Conner start to get close is when you're being shunned by your aunt Diana because your dad and she don’t have the best track record, he feels your pain and you two kid of bond over that.
Play roughhousing isn’t uncommon but you two are a lot softer than you seem, favoring to cuddle in comfy silence with each other instead.
Literal war couple, both of you equal in power and strength and can trust that the other has your back during a battle.
Both of you adjust to normal human mannerisms together, since you’re both kinda clueless about it.
You two also bring out a softer side in each other because you two know you can vulnerable around the other without fear of ridicule or teasing. You guys just understand each other.
Only gets better when Wolf joins because now you three are in the living room just napping in a comfy doggy pile.
Both of you are resting your heads on a napping wolf where your cuddling Conner, the Team is surprised to see that he’s the little spoon, but know better than to bring it up.
Villians are very hesitant to fight you two because they know that separate, you guys can be taken down, but together you guys can raise hell if angry.
“Oh! Sorry if I hurt you, Conner!”
“As if you could.”
Miss Martian:
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Child of Demeter and I might be going off Lore Olympus because why not?
You can see M’gann’s real form but it doesn’t scare you after all if you can handle seeing a god’s true form then you can handle M’gann’s.
You two are literally the cutest since your often baking with each other, watching her favorite reality TV show, or just being wholesome.
You two get very awkward when it comes to PDA so it’s nothing more than comforting shoulder pats and the occasional kiss on the cheek.
Both of you have shape-shifting abilities but you’re slightly more mastered in yours, so you offer to help her whenever you can.
You both listen to each other intently as she tells you about Mars and you tell her all about Olympus.
Someone help Psimon if he thinks that he can hurt your M’gann because there won’t be a god or goddess alive that can save him from your wrath. You’re Demeter’s kid, after all.
You don’t mean to but you kind of reinforce her intrusive mind-reading behavior but that’s only because it was also a normal part of your childhood so if she’s apologizing for accidentally reading your mind, you tell her it’s fine.
The team has to step in and remind you why it’s a bad thing.
“Oh cool! You made me cookies!”
“Well, you were thinking about them earlier and- Hello, M’gann! I did it again...”
Artemis:
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You’re the child of Apollo (I feel like it makes more sense) so it does feel kind of weird that you’re dating someone with the same name as your aunt.
Think of nicknames for her quick because you honestly can’t bring yourself to call her ‘Artemis’ unless it’s an emergency or if you really want something.
If she ever feels insecure about herself being a hero or her abilities as an archer, you are going to make sure to list all the reasons why she is THE BEST hero until she’s back to her fully confident self.
You’d feel very honored if she told you about her past and congratulate her about it, acknowledging how brave she was to tell you something so personal.
But seriously, how can she feel so insecure when she’s literally dating a demi-god? I mean, that’d be a pretty big ego-booster in my opinion.
There are nights where you two just like to stargaze as you point from constellation to constellation and tell them her about all the stories behind them.
If I had to choose who influences who more, I’d have to say you. The only reason why is that your able to warm up and get close to Artemis in way no one has for a long time, you’d rather die than break her trust, and she really finds it assuring knowing that you’ll be with her through thick and thin.
Her mom really likes you since you’re a big motivator for Artemis to stay on the straight and narrow.
There’s mutual respect between you and Cheshire and Sportsmaster not only because of your skills but because of your adamancy on keeping Artemis safe and your loyalty to her.
“Do you have my back?”
“(Y/n), you know I always do.”
Zatanna:
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The child of Hecate, demi-god of magic.
Klarion is very fearful when fighting against Zatanna, he may be a Chaos Lord, but you’re literally the child of magic incarnate so he’d rather not.
You like to attend Zatanna’s shows and have a look of amazement and awe every time, even though Zatanna is pretty sure you’re much more capable of her when it comes to the mystic arts.
Bitch, you’re mom MADE the mystic arts, yet you just like seeing your Zee perform.
She looks so happy, so at peace, and it just makes your heart flutter thinking about it.
During the events of ‘Misplaced’, you got so scared when she put on the Dr. Fate helmet because even you couldn’t get it off and you knew there was no amount of magic that could. You thought you were gonna lose your Zee.
You feel guilty admitting this but you felt so glad when Zatara traded spots, yes Zatanna had become distant with you, but you’d rather have that than her being enslaved to the helmet till the end of her days.
She warms up to you again and apologizes while you assure her there’s nothing to apologize for. You two plan a whole weekend where you can catch up and spend time with each other, just you two.
You help her whenever you can when it comes to magic but she knows you do it more for yourself than for her, but can she really blame you? You just want to spend as much time as you can with her.
“Zee! That was amazing, you’re improving so much!”
“Well, I had a great teacher, (Y/n).”
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are there any stories/facts about your job/coworkers you can comfortably share? maybe something cool they did/you did with them recently? anyone that stands out in particular among them, without getting too specific for. clear reasons?
what's cheeseburger up to atm? any notable stories or anything about him recently, or has he been just living his best life as usual?
which of the skyloft NPCs do you particularly like? for arguments sake, this is excluding the more story relevant ones, so no groose + his gang, no zelda obviously, etc.
as an opposite to that, talk about groose! i've always loved him as a character, and the bits you've said about him and his relationship with link and zelda is always great! also, any notable kin memories you have of groose? especially things that occured after he left skyloft, or even after the demise fight. what did he get up to after the credits rolled?
fun stories about your loftwing? were there any traits you and him shared notably? or any that were more opposite?
what are some of your favorite things about your favorite iterations of zelda? what i mean by that is like... what do you like best about tetra/wind waker zelda? what about skyward zelda? botw zelda? they're similar but all unique people, so what endears you the most about each of them?
i know this is a lot, so don't feel like you have to answer in any specific time frame. take as long as is comfortable, and i hope this helps!! ~🍄
these are so many!!! thank you for being so generous!!!
are there any stories/facts about your job/coworkers you can comfortably share? maybe something cool they did/you did with them recently? anyone that stands out in particular among them, without getting too specific for. clear reasons?
most of the ppl i work w are. kinda rude to me all the time so i mostly just drown them out so i don’t go insane. but there is this one kid who is just, like, a ray of sunshine every time he walks into a room. and he works so hard and he cares about his work and i feel like he’s the only bitch who gets me. we vibe over zelda and will just get into debates about the lore on the clock and i look forward to seeing him a lot. 
what's cheeseburger up to atm? any notable stories or anything about him recently, or has he been just living his best life as usual?
he’s just doin he. he sleeps a lot. sometimes in boxes. sometimes under beds. sometimes directly on top of me.
a few weeks back i went to the ER for what i figured out was a kidney stone and while i was literally on my bed writhing in pain trying to hold out until my grandparents got there cheeseburger just like, jumped up on top of me and immediately starting pissing on me, as if to say haha, check this out. i can urinate better than you.
which of the skyloft NPCs do you particularly like? for arguments sake, this is excluding the more story relevant ones, so no groose + his gang, no zelda obviously, etc.
i love all of them so much oh no... everyone i love i love for kinnie reasons like i am tempted to say jakamar cause even though he’s kind of a sleazy dude he, as previously mentioned, smuggled me woodscraps to whittle fsdgjkfsgh
but parrow gives good hugs. and henya always has snacks hidden somewhere. and pumm will give you soup on the house sometimes if he can tell you’re in a rough mood. and and and........ i wuv skyloft. this is all kinnie bullshit actually.
as an opposite to that, talk about groose! i've always loved him as a character, and the bits you've said about him and his relationship with link and zelda is always great! also, any notable kin memories you have of groose? especially things that occured after he left skyloft, or even after the demise fight. what did he get up to after the credits rolled?
talked about him a lil bit in my last ask hehe
fun stories about your loftwing? were there any traits you and him shared notably? or any that were more opposite?
aepon & i were the kind of pair where we seemed really dissimilar on the surface but i think if anyone actually knew us they’d be able to discern pretty quickly that we were 100% twinning. like at face value i was a pretty calm and quiet person who was just, like. spacey and sleepy and vibing while things happened around me, and aepon was this absolute speed demon who had the biggest, loudest presence any time he entered a space. ppl in skyloft called him my red terror.
but the thing about my bird is that he was stubborn to a fault, and recklessly brave, and he just didn’t. stop. and he loved fiercely, the second i was awake in the morning i’d hear him circling overhead and shrieking his happy little shriek, he’d fill my head with all his thoughts of hanging out with me while i was trying to concentrate on work. all those things, we had in common, but i wouldn’t have been able to tell you that. someone like zelda probably would have. 
i think the best representation of it is at the beginning of everything when the tornado took zelda, the both of us just. dove right in. nothing else mattered, no conflict existed within either of us, i didn’t have to steer him in or send my intentions into our shared headspace, he just turned into an arrow flying straight into danger, and i went with him and we were one living being. like that’s our core. we are very opposite, until shit gets real, and then we are this beautiful unity tearing through the clouds. 
what are some of your favorite things about your favorite iterations of zelda? what i mean by that is like... what do you like best about tetra/wind waker zelda? what about skyward zelda? botw zelda? they're similar but all unique people, so what endears you the most about each of them?
HOW DO I COUNT THE WAYS I LOVE ZELDA AHHHHH
oot!zelda’s determination to defy fate... the way she refuses, from the start, to give in to darkness even though she’s only a little girl. the way she sees my commoner ass just waltz up into her private garden after breaking into her house still dressed in my stupid forest clothes and shes like. oh fuck yeah, wanna help me overthrow the gerudo king? and we’re, can’t stress this enough, ten. she’s so confident like she never worries about being powerless or out of her element, she never for a second believes this isn’t something she can fight. and when everything goes to shit she just keeps fighting!!! and still has the time to remind me that i can keep fighting too!!! literally where did she get that personality i love her so much!!!!
tetra’s fucking... simmering fire. her perfect balance between action and thought. like you can tell she’s pissed off and wants to start throwing punches but she always has the self-control to assess if it’s the thing to do in the moment. I CAN’T DO THAT!!! i’m pissed off i want to swords!!!! that motherfucker over there is PROVOKING ME!!!!! and tetra has the same fire inside her but she’s always just, like, “shut the fuck up, link. put your sword away. we need to get the jump on him.” and im like, AHHHHHHH because she’s always right. literally always. i don’t know how she does this but i think about it constantly. i love her level head and her scheming heart and her choice to carve her own destiny. i like how she finds out she’s a legendary princess from an age long past with sacred blood and shes just like ‘that’s cool but actually i’m tetra and i like to cuss and steal.’ and just does that forever. it resonates with me especially because even though the gods acknowledged me as the hero of winds i, like, wasn’t a ‘true’ incarnation of the hero. it’s just what i decided to be with what i was given. she and i are two sides of that coin and there is something beautiful abt that i don’t have words for. in a lot of ways she was my inspiration.
skyward!zelda’s um. everything? everything. i am so in love with her. i am so in love... with her. i am finding it harder to describe her than everyone else here which is so silly because she’s easily the person i was closest with. she’s just, like, made of fire and love? of passion. everything she is stems from what she loves--she loves old legends, and cliche romance stories, and stargazing, and going on adventures. zelda romanticizes everything in her life, she’ll stop mid-sentence to make you look at the sky because it struck her as particularly beautiful today, meanwhile i’m just like. thats the sky i see it every day i live here. and she’s so brave, so fierce, so resilient--there’s literally nothing that could scare her, i’m certain she got to the surface and immediately started spitting curses at blins, if ghirahim had actually found her alone she would have tried to come at him clawing and spitting. i was always so chill because all my anger was Stored in The Zelda, she’d just fight half my battles for me before i could register they were battles. idk. zelda was such an optimist who took everything in stride and believed, no matter what, that she could make it her own and make it beautiful and find something to adore within it. i might have had a quieter disposition, but she was always better at dealing with change than me. it was calming. i love her so much.
botw!zelda’s passion and inquisitive heart, oh my god, oh my god. i’m going to fucking fight everyone in the kingdom who ever made her feel like she talks too much. god it enthralls me, the way she just talks and talks and talks and LETS ME LISTEN, she lets me just SIT THERE and BASK IN IT like some kind of COLD REPTILE ON A ROCK. i literally cannot comprehend how she can fit so much knowledge about so many different things in her brain, and the way she’s ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THAT, literally just getting together with her techie friends and building whole ass machines when she was like 6 years old. shes looking at me like ‘oh this child prodigy curse my shortcomings why cant i be pulling enchanted swords when IM 12′ and im like PRINCESS YOU’RE FUCKING COOLER THAN ME LIKE CONGRATS I TOUCH A SWORD SOMETIMES AND YOU COULD LITERALLY MAKE A ROBOT TO DO THAT FOR YOU oh my god the way she doesn’t see how incredible she is makes me go insane i feel insane just thinking about it she’s the coolest fucking person i’ve ever met she’s the coolest person in hyrule the kingdom is too good for her i want her to take apart hyrule castle brick by brick and just leave a note behind that says ‘im too cool for you’ and then she gets on my ancient magic motorcycle and rides off into the sunset to some paradise far away and if i’m LUCKY she takes me with her. i love zelda
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jamsiesir · 4 years
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For @thatgirlatthebackoftheclasaroom: Wolfstar + 39 from this list.
Hi! I don’t know what happened with this story: I had something in  mind, but the characters chose to do something else. I hope you will like it!
 39: I can't promise you the world. I can't promise you wealth, comfort, or even happiness. But I can promise you one thing...no matter what happens, you will always be loved.
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Sirius' nose was pressed against his skin, nuzzling into his neck as they sat on the floor of the astronomy tower, looking at the starry sky out there. 
Remus sighed a bit, cocking his head to the side to let him have even more space to caress and kiss; his eyes were staring at the moon, that was in its last quarter. It had been a few days since the last full moon - something that he was trying not to think about.
“Do you think we can see me from here?” asked Sirius, his arms coming around his chest in a weird sort of embrace - lips still brushing against his ear lobe. The werewolf shrugged, turning his head enough to kiss one of Sirius’ temples. 
“Well — I could, if my eyes were on the back of my head.”
The animagus slapped him lightly on the chest, making him laugh. “I meant star me.”
“Oh, star you. The one waiting in the sky?”
Sirius chuckled right in his ear - it was slightly rough and it made Remus shiver a bit. “Yeah, he’d like to come and meet us.”
“To tell us to boogie?” he asked, moving in his arms so that his shoulder was now pressed against Sirius’ chest. His lips stretched into a genuine smile as the animagus followed the line of his cheekbone with a finger. 
"He thinks he'd blow our minds — Moony, c'mon. Know your Bowie!" 
Remus kissed the pad of his finger as it stopped on his bottom lip. “Remind me: why did I think it would have been a great idea to introduce you to Muggle music?"
"Because you knew I couldn't live without the Black Sabbath or the AC/DC or the Queen or —" 
"— I reckon that it's more Lily's fault. She and Mary had to go and make The Beatles' songs as the background music of the Common Room." 
While speaking, Remus could actually see the snogging session quickly morphing into another one of their The Beatles vs The Rolling Stones debate (that had its origins from the first time Sirius had listened to Child of the moon) and he was ready to shut the animagus up with a kiss, when a noise coming from the stairs startled them. 
They both reacted quickly: Sirius took the invisibility cloak he had stolen from James and covered them, while Remus took the Map from the floor beside him and checked who it was. 
"It's Prongs" he whispered, pressing closer to Sirius' body. "— and Lily." 
"I wonder what Mr Headboy and Miss Headgirl are going to do at this hour of the night in the astronomy tower" mused Sirius, his eyes twinkling. 
"Well—" 
"James!" Lily chuckled, coming into their sight, cheeks almost as red as her hair. James followed her, taking her hands in his. 
"— take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you" the boy sang, trying to imitate Elvis' voice. 
Remus felt Sirius tremble against him and brought his left hand to cover the animagus' mouth to stop the laugh that was about to come out of it. His eyes found the grey ones, shining in mirth. 
"Hush" he murmured under his breath - Sirius just kissed the palm of his hand. 
"I dislike you" said Lily, the sentence quickly followed by a noise that made him realise they were kissing. 
"You can't fool me anymore, Evans. I know you like me —" another kissing sound. "I can tell you actually love me."
"Dear Merlin, your head is only going to get bigger, isn't it?" she replied and Remus could tell that Sirius was trying hard not to snort. 
"Not as big as your love for me" James said and the werewolf rolled his eyes with an amused smile. 
Sirius bumped his nose with his and smiled. “They are snogging” he whispered in his ear, being the only one who could see them. “Should we get out of here while they are busy?”
Remus nodded and tried to get up without being noticed, when James talked again. 
"You know, I brought you here because I wanted to ask you something": that sentence made the two of them stop in their places. 
"Is he going to —" Sirius mouthed in disbelief, eyes wide. 
"It's probably a bit mad, but I can't think of anything else."
Remus could hear a certain amount of nervousness in James' voice and turned his head to look at the couple through the cloak: Lily was standing with her back against the wall and James was right next to her, shoulder pressing into the bricks. They were looking at each other with twin smiles that spoke more than they should have, making him wonder if he looked like that whenever he stared at Sirius. 
"In two months' time we will graduate and I know for sure that Peter is going to stay at his mother's," James began. "Sirius wants to ask Remus to live with him in that flat in London his uncle has left him" Remus turned back to Sirius, gazing at him surprised. "He asked me to live with them too - he is so sure Moony will agree" grey eyes found his green ones and the animagus looked almost embarrassed, his lips pressed tight. "I've yet to answer him because — Merlin, Lily, I'd love to live with you. To get to know every little thing about you" James went on, but Remus wasn't listening anymore. 
He wants to keep living together, he wants to actually stay with me: this kind of thoughts gravitated in his mind, making him a bit dazed.
“I’m going to hex him into oblivion,” Sirius said, lips against the werewolf’s cheek. “I didn’t want you to find it out before I got to ask you” as he spoke, his arms came around Remus’ body, hugging him  - James and Lily’s voices were just a background noise in that moment, as if the werewolf’s mind couldn’t register more than one thing at a time.
“I know you think it's crazy that I want to dive in this war that has been going on without a single thought," Sirius whispered, tightening his hug - as if he was trying to explain. "I also know that you will be by my side, as we fight," he took a deep breath. "I can't promise you that I won't do anything stupid or that I will try to back away from fights — that's not who I am and that's not who you are either. I can promise that I will love you and that won’t change."
The rustling of the cloak was perhaps a bit too noisy as Remus reached for Sirius' hair, pulling at it until their lips met properly, kissing him as if trying to bury away his worries. He was too afraid to think about what would happen after they left school - just like he feared what happened whenever the moon was full. It was something totally out of his control, something from which he couldn't keep Sirius, James, Peter, Lily or even his parents safe from. 
Living with Sirius, however, could help him deal with it - it was strange, having someone as unpredictable as him as his own rock. "I —" he sighed between kisses, as Sirius' lips locked onto his upper one and sucked a bit on it. There were so many things Remus wanted to say, some of which were already well-engraved in his heart, so much similar to the animagus’ last words.
He couldn’t.
“Let’s go back to the dorm” Lily’s voice said, sounding as breathless as he felt,  making him aware of her presence.
There was some whispering – which Remus heard with his mouth glued to Sirius’, trying to be as still as possible – then, James let out a sigh and began to walk away.
The two of them stared into each other’s eyes waiting for a bit, before rushing to check out the Map: James’ and Lily’s dots were now downstairs, walking towards the Gryffindor tower.
“Zero points deducted for being out of the dorm past the curfew – as someone who was a Prefect I shouldn’t be so proud of us.”
Sirius took the cloak off them and watched him with flushed cheeks (and his lips, his amazing lips…). “I’m proud of you for being proud of us — I remember when you were too afraid to try breaking the rules.”
“I was eleven and, after a month or two, you and Prongs made me teach you how to be careful enough not to get caught.”
“Our Moony, prankster extraordinaire.”
Remus snorted, playing with the other student’s tie as he tried hard not to smile idiotically. “Why, Messer Padfoot, you should know that I’m no prankster: just a mere mastermind.”
Seconds passed as he waited for the other’s reply – when nothing came Remus looked up to him. Instead of laughing, Sirius was watching him with that fond smile of his. “Will you come living with me?” he asked, making the werewolf’s heart sink low into his chest – the beats could be felt into his stomach if one were to touch it.
He licked his lips, trying  hard to tell the things he couldn’t say but failing. “I want to” he replied,  moving his face away as Sirius tried to kiss him. “Wait — will you let me pay the rent?”
“There’s no rent to pay:  it’s my fl — no,” the animagus exclaimed, understanding the real meaning of his question. “No, you won’t pay me the rent. We can share the groceries expenses if you want, but I won’t —”
“I think I can live with that,” Remus said, smiling a bit.
Sirius kissed him, more chastely than before, pressing his forehead against his. “Do you want to resume stargazing?”
Remus smiled briefly and turned back, falling in the same position he was before. “I don't know if I can find you,” said he. “You're too bright to let me find you.”
“Am I?”
“Annoyingly so, but don't worry — I love you no matter what.”
And it was stupid, being able to say this words just under his breath - without watching him in the eyes. It didn't make them untrue, only easier to say them.
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jihoonluvclub · 4 years
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About: You inherit your childhood home, and with it, the things that still dwell inside. Pairing: Ghost!Dino x Human!Reader Genre: Smut Warning: Explicit content, ghost sex, oral (receiving) Word Count: 3.3k
Rickety old floorboards creaked under your weight as you climbed up a set of stairs. Everything about the home was familiar yet distant. An old family home that hadn’t been lived in for many years.
It was passed down through family members for years, as a child your parents had moved into it as well, and now it was yours. Despite the work the home needed, it was cheaper than the apartment you were formerly living in.
You felt the crisp and cool fall air coming through one of the open windows. With the cold, the air also lets in the midnight sounds of frogs, chirping insects, and the soft babbling of the culvert outside that keeps the lake’s water from flowing over the road.  
The view was just as calming, the red and orange of the fall leaves muted under the nearly-full moon’s light, just a few shadows of clouds obstructing you from seeing the celestial body in its full glory. The lake itself was still and quiet, but always carried that special feeling of childhood nostalgia. It all seemed so much bigger when you were a kid.
As you rested your weary hands on the windowsill, you were startled from your daze by the orange tabby that came with the house, mewling loudly and staring at something unseen down the hall. He had been acting strange since you moved back in, and as you heard the echo of footsteps down the hall it almost made you jump. Thankfully, nothing but the cool night air and your paranoid feline shared the home with you. It was just the house settling in.
“Don’t scare me like that, Chan.”
You mutter, going back to your stargazing for a few minutes. You chuckle to yourself a little as you do so. Chan was something of an imaginary friend during your childhood, it’s almost silly to bring him back up as an adult after you’ve inherited the house.
You even had a crush on him for the longest time, which only makes the whole deal even more shame inducing. The place has been here since the late eighteen-hundreds and made strange noises all the time. Your parents thought it was haunted due to some of the goings-on, and when you were young, so did you.
The cat, of course, doesn’t care about your stance, still staring unblinkingly down the hallway, slowly looking up and happily purring at some unseen force. After having already been here a few weeks, you couldn’t bring yourself to pay it any mind. You don’t even jump when the stairs groan behind you. Instead, you simply proceed through the creaky wooden-floored halls to your bed, and promptly get undressed, flop down face first, and pass out for the night.
It’s late at the very least when you awake again. Tired, sleepy-eyed, and with an unfamiliar noise echoing through the empty vistas of darkness around you. Distinctly of a man crying. The cat is going ballistic, scratching at the door. You’re still entirely nude in bed, hugging at your comforter and trying your best not to make any excess noise.
You stared at the exit to your room, still not quite sure what you’re hearing. The voice sounds familiar, tugging at some unseen strings in your mind. You had been living there alone for the past several months, your nearest neighbors being miles away. It was near impossible for this sort of thing to be happening. Stranger still was the insistent notion that the noise was coming from within the house.  
Covering yourself up with nothing more than a too-long sweatshirt and some tiny shorts that hug at your hips, you managed to drag yourself up from under the covers to tiptoe across the creaky wooden floors. You nearly jump with each loud noise the boards made as they settle underneath you.
Your steps are barely illuminated by the full moon leaking through the old windows. You’re reminded of sleepless, late nights in childhood summers when you’d sneak out to the pond, having to walk past that very room without waking up your parents.  
Following your ears, your heartbeat soared as they lead you not to your doorstep, but your old room at the end of the hall. You had since turned it into an art studio. You questioned whether you left your computer or tablet on as some soft, blue, spectral light leaked from just past the barely ajar door. The noise was louder than ever, but the crying seemed to be dying down. Hopefully whatever is within had not quite heard you yet.  
Overwhelmed by curiosity yet still taken by fear, you gently pushed at the door. Each inch it moved was like a mile in your mind, and with each passing moment, the thing you feared most was the door’s hinges squeaking.
Just barely looking inside the tiny gap, you finally see him. A semi-translucent man glowing a soft blue was crumpled on the floor. Wearing a torn shirt that was once white but had since been stained with years of dirt and grime, ripped down the back edges. His high-waisted pants seemed to be similarly stained, almost looking like fashion from another era.
Your hands tremble, as you near stumble back at the sight. As you slowly approach the figure, you can finally make out the little sniveling whispers coming from his mouth. “Why can’t things just go back to the way they were… she’s back… but she can’t even…”
Something clicks in your mind as you whisper a name, still staring from your darkened corner. “Chan?” He slowly looked up, his eyes white, featureless and glowing. He gasps at the sight of you… and you shriek at the sight of him, falling backward and landing bottom first on the ground. You crawl back across the floor, not quite daring to take your eyes off of the spectral man inside of your home, yet some strange insistence that you remember him seems to take over.  
He doesn’t seem to be crying anymore, although his voice is still shaky and saddened. He’s still quick, and that old twenties manner of speaking had not faded a bit. “You… can see me now? Why are you scared? I missed you…” He gets up, tears still staining his pale cheeks. His expression only carries with it an immense worry, not quite sure what to make of your presence.  
You shook your head, staring at something that should not be, something that your rationality was demanding you not see. His demeanor carried with it some level of calm, and past your initial terror even serves to invoke the feeling in you as well.
He’s rather cute, now that you get a look at him. That feeling of familiarity gnaws at you though, you can swear you had seen that face somewhere, long ago. “I’m sorry, I just… this can’t be real. You’re Chan. Am I dreaming?”
The ghost smiles, offering you his hand. “And it’s been a good while since you waltzed those pretty little stems outta here. I told you, it’s me. This is real. I’m real.” He offers a nervous little laugh, sniffling and wiping his face on his sleeve. “Now quit staring, you’re startin’ to make make me nervous about my good looks.”
You sigh, shrugging for a moment before you grab his surprisingly corporeal hand and let his surprising strength drag you to your feet, enfolding you straight into a tight hug. He feels a little damp, but it doesn’t get into your clothes, and it’s as nice and cool as the fall air. All of a sudden, you felt yourself tearing up. In an almost whimpering, near breaking voice, “I missed you too, you know.”  
You squeeze him a little harder, dwelling on all the nights spent by the lake or just staying up late and talking in your room. You later had thought yourself crazy for it, but now you have some form of validation, at least in your mind.  
His arms hold you nice and tight, one firmly holding you around your back. The other hand gently moves through your hair, his nails working across the back of your head and neck. He rubs his head against yours just the tiniest bit, and you start to feel him float off of the ground for a few moments.
You happily nuzzle back into him, sniffling and wiping the tears leftover from your tender embrace out of your face. Your eyes close for a moment before you withdraw, blushing and just a little worked up. It seems that being in such close quarters with someone like him, especially when pre-existing feelings are there, might have you a tad worked up.
Chan chuckled, looking you up and down as his legs moved up into the air behind him, the boy leaning forward and freely floating in the air. His finger gently boops you on the nose as he starts to smirk. “Boy, you haven’t changed a bit have you? Still blushing at the slightest of touches, huh?”
Chan observes you for a moment, before letting his body move through the air behind you to put his hands on your shoulders, resting his chin on your neck. “As flattering as it’d be though, I’m not even sure I’d believe it myself. Some cute little thing like yourself has better business than to be stuck on a dead guy.” His voice was cheerful but carried some measure of bittersweet sadness.
You stutter for a moment, not quite having a response to the ghostly man’s… flirting? You finally gulp, and manage to get a hold on your words, not daring to move… you do feel comfortable in his grasp. “Not exactly,” you mutter out. No matter how you try to speak, your voice came out tense and nervous.
Chan raises a brow, reeling back for a second. “Y’know I was only messing with you right? But…” Hhe rests his forehead against yours, wrapping his arms around the back of your neck and looking up at you. “But if you wanted, I suppose it wouldn’t be the worst thing to take advantage of this empty house.”
He smirked, pushing you backwards a few steps until you were right up against the wall of the hallway. Trapped between Chan’s cold, slim, ethereal form and the century-old walls of your childhood home.  
You stay there, mouth nearly agape, spellbound by the man who just wrapped himself around you. Your thoughts were racing, you couldn’t even formulate a reply other than just shakily resting your hands on his hips, feeling his body effortlessly move through the air in front of you. You simply hold him a little closer, your blush getting a bit deeper as you try to find somewhere to rest your gaze.
He happily wiggles your hips in his grasp before letting one of his hands move up your midriff and underneath your loose hanging sweatshirt. He chuckles as those fingers find nothing but skin, moving upwards to your breasts. The fabric hikes up with Chan’s wrists, and the ghost smirks as he cups one of your soft mounds of flesh.
You attempt to gasp at the feeling, but your words are quickly muffled by Chan’s soft lips as he passionately kisses you. His lashes flutter before his eyes close, and you find the same happened to you. You lose yourself in the lips of your childhood crush as he works desperately at your breast while brushing the back of your neck.
Chan brings his mouth along your cheek and down to your neck, the sensation of his fingers sinking into your sensitive chest still sending tiny little waves of heat through your body. His lips were like velvet across your skin, and you feel his ethereal energy spread across your skin with each skilled movement of his mouth.
He delivers kiss after kiss in a line towards your collarbone before suddenly he bites down.  Chan sucks hard at your skin and the stinging sensation of a hickey forming at the base of your neck becomes apparent and only drives you further into the depths of lust. His breath plays across your skin, just colder than the fall breeze around you.
By that point you had tossed aside any notion of decency, your hands grabbing a little lower on the spectral man’s hips, feeling the plush pillow of his backside through those high-waisted pants. With each passing moment of his ministrations, you have to stifle little gasps and attempt to fix your stunted breath, all for naught. You had truly lost yourself to his wiles.  
His eyes seemed to have gained pupils of the purest, deepest black while you weren’t looking, staring up at you in some doe-eyed gaze. He peels his lips off of your skin to speak. “You know, if you wanted that you could’ve just asked.” His free hand takes itself off of the back of your neck, to simply raise in the air and snap. All at once his clothes shred themselves to pieces, decaying at a rapid rate and falling off of his body until they’re nothing but floating dust the same blue as he was.  
All at once you’re graced with the appearance of his naked form. A slightly toned abdomen, broad shoulders offset by a smooth chest. You dared to look down, noticing his half hardened member.
Before you know it, his free hand had since moved down your hips and effortlessly pulled down your shorts, letting the little garment fall to the floor around your ankles and expose your sex to the chilly fall air. He takes his hand off of your breast to let it slide down your sides, down to the rounded curvature of your backside. Instead of a gentle caress, Chan offers one little squeeze, chuckling and looking up at you with a playful smile.
All at once his face lowers down to your thighs, his body accommodating and lowering itself as well. All at once you can feel the cold air of his breath on your sex in a way that makes you shiver. One hand moves between your thighs to spread the flesh of your folds and further expose your needy core to the open air, barely lubricated and just flushing with the beginnings of arousal.
Chan licks his lips before his tongue slinks out of his mouth. He giggles for a moment before the tip of it just tickles at the entrance to your sex. It laps circles around your needy entrance, just brushing past your clit and sometimes tracing little circles along its outline.
The ghost has to have noticed your stifled moans and gasps by this point, you’re practically clawing the walls. You manage to gain some composure, your hand now on the back of his head. You breathe deeply, wanting or perhaps needing that inhuman tongue inside you.
Your fingers scritch a little behind Chan’s ear, before shoving his face between your thighs. You squeeze hard at the feeling of that organ moving as deep as it will go inside you. His breath only gets faster and faster now, excited by the way you’re handling him.  
You feel your thighs tremble, pleasure coursing through you as he manipulates your body. With a teasing kiss against your throbbing clit he moves from the ground, holding you up against the wall. He captures your lips in a kiss, fingers tracing the marks he left against your once perfect skin.
He sinks his cock inside of you, his body feeling as hard and firm as any natural one would. You both sigh out at the feeling, his cold breath mixing with your warm one. Your legs wrapped around his narrow hips, anchoring yourself to the spectral form. The muscles of your core tighten around him as your fingers pick up where his tongue left off.
His hands dig into your hips, moving your body along his length as you whimper in unison. You can barely breathe with how quickly you were panting, the air around you feeling almost suffocating with heat and passion.  
You can feel it in your core, the orgasm slowly building up within with the relentless thrusts of his cock. Each one brings with it enough force to shake the walls. Carelessly you let it build, threatening to overtake you any moment now.
Both of you were shuddering, tongue intertwined in an attempt to muffle the never ending streams of moans that you both emitted. Your legs squeezed harder around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. You were dangerously close to your climax, the taunt string inside of you was pulled so tight you could almost count the seconds till you spilled over.
He bit down on your shoulder to stifle a groan and that was it. You felt your orgasm wash over you, that familiar, gentle warmth rushing all around your body. Your legs gave out beneath you, causing you to let go of the ghostly man in front of you and fall against his body. He spilled inside of you, the glowing substance was cool inside of your heated body.
You both sink to the ground, sliding against the wall as he finally pulled out of your core. His body slowly moves back up into the air, and he smiles dumbly in your direction, before pulling you up with him. He spoke up again, not even giving you time to truly respond, especially in your current exhausted state.
The only noise you were capable of really making were tiny little whimpers. “I missed you so much, I’m happy I could give you something of what you wanted at least once. I used up a lot of energy there, so I can’t really…” Chan was cut off by his voice fading into nothingness, his body slowly becoming more and more translucent, before his becomes invisible again altogether.
Looking out the window, dawn was peeking up over the mountains outside… somehow you were up all night, or maybe it was just close to morning? Either way, tired would be an understatement to truly describe how you’re feeling. Your eyes rebelliously drift closed as black overtakes your vision, leaving you passed out on the hard floor.
The sound of your alarm going off was the first thing you heard when you awaken, and yourself off of the covers of your bed… wait, your bed? You raise a brow as you experience a sense of displacement upon awakening in the same position on top of your own covers, the cat still nestled at the foot of the mattress.
You sat up, blinking and taking in the reality of what this might mean. Tears form in your eyes as you hug yourself and fall backward atop your pillows… only to feel a stinging sensation on the side of your neck. You press inward on the mark, only for the feeling to intensify with aching pain. Surely it was a bruise, but you rush to the bathroom regardless.
You fling the door open and don’t even care that the knob slams into the wall. You brush your hair aside to inspect it in the mirror over the sink. It takes a moment to realize the implications of what you witness. Sure enough, it’s a hickey, small marks of teeth and fingerprints mark your skin. Your eyes widen as you stare in disbelief.
Through the mirror though, you notice something else peeking from behind the shower curtain, a pale hand glowing with some faint blue light. All of a sudden the curtains are shoved aside to reveal the translucent form of Chan. He laughs wholeheartedly, staring at you through the mirror, smiling nice and wide. “Y’know, I think somethin 'bout last night made me a bit more permanent. I hope I didn’t scare you too much.”
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crqstalite · 3 years
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stargazer.
just a little something from the wip folder. i started writing it months ago and i honestly have no idea where it was supposed to be going. you might be able to tell where earlier!andre stops and now!andre begins.
otherwise, a drabble about kodelyn and her mother, hannah shepard. no warnings.
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She used to love the stars.
She used to be a child who knew nothing more than the skies of Rio, curious and wide eyed when they'd say goodbye to her new stepfather and siblings. Then, out into the warm and humid air with her mother, who'd braid her hair back in cornrows and pick her up to a piggyback style. So far outside the city, she was amazed by the lack of noise, lack of light. The way the sky would be speckled with white and gold, the way they'd twinkle when she lifted her head just right.
They'd never had the time before her sister was born. It'd always just been them, her and her mother bouncing between stations. Hannah Shepard and her daughter, Kodelyn, with the endearing habit of typing her own reports with nonsensical subjects that the crew would take in stride. One had started giving her stickers for each one, much to her happiness.
She saw the stars outside her window on Arcturus, wondering what lay beyond the twinkling lights in the distance. She'd used to make up stories that there were aliens, like any good child would in the years preceding the First Contact War. It'd fascinated her, so far away, yet they sped past them with the usage of the mass relay network. Anywhere she could, she stuck glow in the dark stickers. Whether that be in the crew cabin or elsewhere, she loved the way they looked. The nebula of purples and blues and black mixing into a vision of what she lived to see. Her curiosity about the galaxy before her made many believe she was simply a carbon copy of her mother, someone who asked just about all the right questions and maybe a few that weren't relevant. They saw Hannah in her, a few officers referring to her as simply 'Little Shepard'. A little clone that was constantly on her heels, but it was more endearing than annoying. Most of the time. As long as she didn't get underfoot too often. And that was fine, she liked it. Loved it even. Would've been happy if it stayed that way.
Then all of sudden (well, to her it was all of a sudden), she wasn't living on stations anymore. It seemed sometime between all the childish fantasies of being a spacefaring heroine, domesticity had settled in and didn't seem like it was leaving. Someone who took care of her when her mother was on tour, a 'proper' father. Then, a sister that hung onto every word that came out of her mouth. Then a brother who thought she was the best thing since the Mars relay had been found. It wasn't just her and her mother anymore, a family had grown around them.
At first, she was confused. Why she didn't accompany her mother on cruises anymore, why she was rarely home. Nearly upset even, until she came back through the door with a smile on her face and tired crinkles around her eyes after months on missions. A warning not to dirty her dress blues when she'd been away at the garrison, but never minding to bend down and hug her daughter. The stars became her connection back to her, wondering which one had her mother's ship behind it. As much as the megaopolis' bright lights drowned out those in the sky, she still stayed up to watch the city sleep and the stars find their way to her window. Watching as the ships came in at the dock, becoming adept at identifying each model, growing excited when she recognized the one she'd been looking for. Her mother always said she didn't have favorite children, but considering the shiny models of Alliance ships brought back for her, only her, she had reason to believe otherwise.
Well, most of the time. She'd never tell her baby siblings, but she was pretty sure she was the favorite.
"Do you have to go back?" Kodelyn asks, voice small as she rests her head on her mother's shoulder. The last day of her shore leave, and she wasn't excited to let her just go again, "Let them have Mr. 'Quin, then you can stay home with me all day."
Her mother chuckles, adjusting her hold on her small legs, "If that were how the military worked, I'm sure he'd be gone already, Dee. But you know I have work to do, and I'll be right back here for your birthday."
"But that's forever away!" Kodelyn exclaims, incredulous at the notion. April was a long time from then, nearly a whole year from that July. She believed she was completely justified in her reaction to the absurd amount of time her mother would be gone. In the grand scheme of things, it was decidedly absolutely unacceptable, "You're gonna miss Mason's birthday, and Mr. 'Quin's."
"I wish I could be here for them all, you know that, bug. Shore leave doesn't always come easy to us marines," She responds, stepping out of the way of a bush, the crinkling of leaves underneath her boots, "Tell you what, how about we get a dog for him and Mason? They like dogs, don't they?"
"There aren't pets in space, mom. Everyone knows that," Kodelyn giggles, her mother shaking her head and surely smiling herself, "Are we there yet?"
A pause before they step out from the tree line, Kodelyn craning her neck to stare up at the sky. Her mother gently puts her down, sliding to the ground to sit. Her daughter unceremoniously does the same, eyes wide. It was true, then, you could see so much more from the forest than you could from her house. Gently, she lays down on her mother's legs, Hannah carefully drawing her fingers through her scalp. Names of constellations come to her in waves, pointing out each one to the woman who smiles.
"There's an entire galaxy out there for you to explore," Hannah smiles down at her, hands resting on the ground before she looks back up to the sky, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes," Kodelyn responds, playfully exasperated. She already knew that, and she knew that she wanted to be a ship captain just like her mother when she grew older. Of course she was going to explore. She'd get back up into space someday, even if she was only twelve right now, "It's pretty from here, right? So you can just stay here, with me."
Hannah sighs, though still good natured when she gently pulls Kodelyn into a soft embrace, "I'd love it if I could. Though I have a commitment to the Alliance, and I can't just walk away, little one."
"Then take me with you...." She whines, while Hannah chuckles.
"What do you have against being on Earth? I thought you'd like it, after all the time we spent on the Citadel, and the stations, and the ships," Hannah asks, leaning her head gently on her daughter's, "So much room to run around and play with kids your own age. You don't have to keep to the mess or medbay anymore, isn't that what you wanted?"
"Earth is...nice, I suppose. Too many bugs though," Kodelyn sticks out a tongue, reminded of her first experience with a spider only a few years ago. She shivers at the thought, but turns her big brown eyes back up at her mother, "I wanted to stay with you. And then you keep leaving."
"Oh." Hannah pauses, then squeezing her just a little tighter, "Kiddo, I'll always come back."
"And what if you don't?
"I will, and that's that," Hannah answers firmly, "And if you have your way, you'll be with the Alliance in a few years yourself. Just be patient, and be happy you still have solid ground under your feet for now, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Kodelyn figures this is as much insurance as she's going to get on the matter, and relaxes her head back onto her mother's shoulder, "Space is still better."
"As if there was a question," Hannah brushes her hair out of her face, "Love what you have right now, kiddo. Please. You’ll never know if you’ll get this back.”
“You just said you’ll always come back, what do you mean?” 
“Don’t take things for granted -- you could lose it in an instant.”
And that's how it would've gone. She probably would’ve lived out the rest of her days on Earth, had her younger sister not been swept up in the biotic tests that drove them to live on the Citadel more often than not.  And that's how it would've gone had they taken it in stride and gotten her further treatment on-planet instead of the Citadel. Had Hannah's stations not moved further and further away from Earth. The list went on. And that's also, probably, how it would've gone had she made an actual point to stay on Earth. That didn't happen for a multitude of reasons.
Does she miss it? Not particularly. Spiders didn't follow her up, so that was a win.
No, she doesn't miss Earth exactly. She misses how she and her mother's calls end up being less and less frequent. There aren't anymore evenings that she drags Hannah out by the hand to stargaze. It isn't as if Kodelyn can't just look out a window and see them either, but it's a special sort of lonely that she can't quite put a finger on. Did she ever love the stars, the ones that eventually killed her, or was it the time spent together?
After her death over Alchera, the first thing she does once she can get her hands on a secured and encrypted channel is call her mother. She’s nearly clamoring for any real sense of reality, or part of her past that she can get her hands on.
Hannah nearly cries when she hears her daughter's voice for the first time in three years. She figures she’s lucky to get in contact with her at all, considering her current situation. Yet even though she still knows next to nothing of what Kodelyn is doing, she’s just grateful that she spares the time to speak to her.
“Hey mom?” 
“Yes?”
“Remember when we used to go star-gazing out on that hill by the house, when I was still a kid?” There’s a muffled chuckle on the other end of the line, “After Alchera, someone in Cerberus had a sense of humor and decided I must love it so much that there’s a skylight above my bed.”
Hannah curses, “Great. Is there a way you can cover it?”
“I’m looking into it,” Kodelyn answers, “Still, I think it was far more fun when my feet were on the ground, and would stay that way. You used to hold me like I was the most important thing in the galaxy when we went out there. Hard not to miss it.”
“Hard not to,” Hannah echoes the sentiment, “I can’t stay for much longer, but please, stay safe. I don’t need to find out that your ‘death’ was only a trial run.”
“I will. At least to the best of my ability. Love you.” 
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just got over 6 months of writer's block, so here's a ~600 word drabble for you!!!
also I'm tagging @mdelpin because I love her and want her to be proud of my writing
Stargazing in the Soul
It was a dark, clouded night. There was no natural light in that sky; a cold ocean of black-grey, like a mysterious, ethereal pillow held over the sleeping face of mankind. No red plane-lights, or those occasional flashes of far-off fireworks. Nothing was up there but black, black, black.
"Where are they?" he asked. His body was old; old like the sands of time, old like the breath of the trees, the sigh of the wind. But his mind - his mind was young like flowing water or the scent of rain or the stain of sunlight.
Once, he'd been locked away. Locked in the deepest depths, in the darkest dark, in the coldest cold. Once, he was imprisoned where the air is tight, and the chains are biting, and the wind billows without moving. He was stuck in a contradiction all those years ago; in timeless time, in songs that didn't sing, in suns that didn't shine. Tales were told of him, long ago; tales of crimes, of hate, of pain.
He felt that pain, still. The pain of misunderstandings, of confusion, of betrayal - that pain never left him.
But her - she was his first glimmer of light, his first fearless smile, the one that pulled him from the womb of unforgiving night. She taught him of the things he'd never known; stars, flowers, birdsong.
"They've gone."
Heart sinking like a stone in a pitcher, he sighed. He'd heard those words before - over and over. So many things had gone, and left him empty once again.
A dull, hopeless, "will they be back?" His voice, his age, couldn't hide the sharp, smooth, broken will that cracked within his words.
"They will always be back." She sensed that trauma, buried low in his weary heart. "They leave, but never dissappear. You can trust them."
His sigh was heavy, carrying the weight of a thousand-time broken heart, but relieved.
"Tell me," he said, voice barely more than a whisper, "tell me about the stars."
Eyelids fluttering closed, like the wings of the birds he'd never known, he hummed a patient, silent tune of contentment.
"Some are so far away they've long-since burned out. Some of the darkness envelops stars that haven't been born yet."
The words were like a chime to her; repetitive, constant, looping, like the hollow clink of clockwork - but calming, domestic, grounding her in reality when she began to drift.
"Some make patterns, like cosmic dot-to-dots. Some tell stories."
"Stories of people long-passed," he murmured, filling his words with hopeless hope. His verbal tick went off at this - a shrill, polite, quiet screech.
A reminder of worse times, the shriek stayed with him, the only thing in his life he was never abandoned by.
"I hope they tell my story."
Breathing humourless laughter, she continued her tale.
"Some are legacies - you often find the brightest stars once shined the dullest. They are the histories of the dead. They are the tapestries of lives once lived."
"Will I ever have a star? Will the night ever tell my story?" Naïve, perhaps, but charming. Such a young heart, so broken by hopelessness, but with the purest, almost child-like dreams.
"I can't promise you that... but if it does, your star will be the brightest of all. They may not have found it yet, but when they do, it will be what you are known for. It'll be the beacon of the sky. Maybe one day, it'll be the light, the legacy, that guides you home. Home to me."
"I'd call it... M'Ne."
"M'Ne, huh?"
"It would always remind me of hope. It would always be my fuel."
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Cuddles Fit For A God
Summary: Kelsey is a fashion designer and after a particularly exhausting show, she wants nothing more than to relax with her boyfriend. What happens when a cranky Kelsey can’t find him? She spends time with her next favorite Avenger.
Pairings: Loki x Kelsey (RP); Stucky x Katy (RP) x Sam Wilson
Warnings: Probably some cursing, I’m a sailor-- it’s habitual at this point, fluff, death threats
A/N: This is for @kelseydactyl because I love her. She’s also kinda my beta for stories, though we still sometimes miss things. So any mistakes are mine. Enjoy Kelse, love you baby! <3
Word Count: 3726 (before end); 4709 (end)
“Loooooooki! I’m home! Finally!” Kelsey whined as soon as she stepped into the compound housing area. Looking around she saw no movement, something that would have off-put anyone else. She huffed, assuring herself that everything was alright and everyone was either out in town or on a mission.
“Kelsey, I’m going to go find Pepper. Call me if you need anything,” Tony called after her. She nodded back to him before she moved farther into the compound, seeking out the one of the three people she could stand after her version of a mission.
She paused when she passed the kitchen, having spotted a piece of paper on the table with her name on it. There was a Stargazer Lily lying on top of it and she immediately knew it was from Katy.
Kelse,
Tony sent us all info for a few missions. Hopefully we’ll be home when you get back, but I’m not sure. I’m with Stevie, Buck, and Sam. Clint and Nat are on their own mission too. Wanda and Vision were supposed to be working on controlling their powers, so watch out. Bruce is holed up in the lab working on something I’m assuming Tony sent him. Thor and Loki should be home later this week so if I’m not there you’ll have one of them.
                                            Love,
                                                 Smol Bean
Kelsey laughed a little at the letter. Katy was usually the one who kept her in the loop of who was where and doing what and what missions were coming up.
Let’s see, she dated it too. Huh. She’s been gone as long as I have. Guess that means she’s still on the mission, wish she’d have said where. Kelsey sighed and picked up the flower from the paper. It had a blue frost on it, though it didn’t feel cold to her. Loki’s magic, she hummed as she noted the familiar tingle she felt when she held it.
“Loki! Where, oh where, has my god of mischief gone?” She sang and began her search of the area for him. She stopped at their shared room first, hoping he’d be there. With a pout on her face she dropped off her bags and shrugged off her hoodie, letting it drop on the bed.
“Oh where, oh where can he be?” She continued her search. Bathroom, nope. Tv area, no. Gym, no. Roof, no. Outside, no.
Kelsey let out a frustrated growl. She wiped a hand down her face as a yawn escaped her. She hadn’t gotten much sleep on the plane rides and Tony had just gotten them checked in when she got a call asking where she was. As soon as she arrived at the place, she had been ushered immediately to her dressing room for them to start on her hair and makeup. They hadn’t told her on the phone but she wasn’t just attending the fashion show, she was supposed to be hosting it. To say she was tired was an understatement. She was exhausted.
She rubbed at her eyes before she came to an abrupt halt, eyes wide. “Friday! Where is Loki?” She asked eagerly, feeling a little foolish at having forgotten about the Artificial Intelligence. It wasn’t long before the feminine voice responded.
“I can’t find him in my search. Video surveillance does not show him leaving the compound. I’ll continue searching and let you know if I find him.”
“Thank you, Friday! Oh, is anyone else here?” She rushed the question and smiled a bit as she walked back down the hall to the kitchen. Planes were not good for sleeping or dining. Let alone both. Her stomach growled in agreement so she picked up her pace.
“Thor is here as well. Would you like me to locate him for you, Kelsey?”
Just as the AI had asked, Kelsey made it to the TV lounge that was connected to the kitchen. She recognized the familiar hammer resting on the table and shook her head no. Realizing Friday was not an actual person, she spoke her thanks and refused, letting the A.I. know she had found him.
The God of Thunder was lounging out on the couch in dark blue sweat pants and a black t-shirt, a cup of something -presumably coffee- and a box of pop tarts sat on the coffee table in front of him. He looked up and his blue eyes brightened at the sight of her. He stood immediately and opened his arms.
“Lady Kelsey! Welcome home! How was your trip?” Kelsey wrapped her arms tightly around him and pressed her face into his chest, a tired ‘Hey, Thor, I’m exhausted’ came out, muffled by her face in his shirt.
He frowned at the woman’s lack of usual playfulness and happy energy. He wrapped his arms tight around her lower back, cheek resting on the top of her head. He gently started to sway with her, humming an Asgardian lullaby as he did.
“That bad? Why not tell me about it until my brother comes out of hiding. He disappeared when I got back,” Thor explained and slowly let his arms fall from around her. Kelsey gently pushed back from him, head tipped back to look into his eyes, and nodded in agreement.
“Only if we can watch a movie and cuddle,” she offered and plopped down on the couch where he had previously resided. A grin broke out across his face and he nodded.
“Of course! Here, I’ll go make a fresh pot of coffee! Find a movie to watch and I’ll get snacks too,” he ordered, grabbed his empty coffee mug, and disappeared into the kitchen. Kelsey smiled as he left and began setting up the living room for a movie night with Thor.
If Loki doesn’t want to be here to comfort me after a long day, then I’ll unwind with his brother. Not as much intimacy as I’d wanted but it’ll suffice for now, she thought to herself as she tossed a comforter on the couch for them to use. She added a pillow from her room and curled up on the couch, legs tucked and comforter draped around her as she waited for the God.
He didn’t keep her waiting long and joined her shortly after she got comfortable and set her favorite owl mug down in front of her. Her eyes lit up and she looked up at him.
“You remembered my favorite cup!” She gaped and shrugged off the covers. Thor gave her a lopsided grin and nodded in acknowledgment. He set the pot holder down with the full coffee pot on top and lifted his own mug in a mock toast.
“To relaxing with family!” He cheered softly and nodded towards the coffee. Kelsey helped herself and poured the cup full. Her grin got wider, if possible, as she blew on the hot liquid.
“Yes, to relaxing with family,” she echoed. “You knew caramel is my favorite de-stress flavor! Thank you, Thor!”
They shared a small fit of laughter as they waited on the coffee to cool down so she didn’t burn her taste buds off. She smiled up at him and set her mug on the table. He ruffled her hair and went to grab the snacks, piling them on the table when he got back.
“What should we start off with for our movie night, Lady Kelsey?”
He watched her with bright eyes. She saw excitement and genuine happiness reflected in them. Her face grew warm as she felt butterflies in her stomach. She smiled and unfolded her legs from underneath her and got to her feet.
“Umm I was thinking Studio Ghibli. The movies they make are just so relaxing, and empowering too,” she admitted, headed over to the DVD shelf, and rummaged through the many titles before she found Howl's Moving Castle. “Here, this one’s about a young girl who befriends and falls for a Wizard but a Witch gets ealous so she curses the girl and Howl, the Wizard, has to beat the Witch and un-curse the girl he fell for too!. It’s easily one of my favorites, but all Studio Ghibli movies are my favorite so I guess that isn’t saying much.” She rambled with a huff of laughter. Thor listened with a smile on his face. They settled in on the couch, comforter draped over their laps, and watched the movie with occasional sips of coffee and forehead kisses for Kelsey, her hunger forgotten with the aide of coffee.
One movie turned into two. Then that two into three. Somewhere in the mix of things, after the seventh -or was it eighth?- Thor couldn’t recall, Kelsey had started to get sleepy so he had sent her off to shower before bed and started to clean up the living room of all their trash and empty coffee mugs. He finished just as she returned, her hair slightly damp, and she stopped him from cleaning up the blankets and pillows from the couch.
“Lady Kelsey? What’s wrong?” He asked, concern laced in his tone. She smiled at him and gave him a quick side hug. Without a word she pushed the coffee table to the wall, moved the couch back a little bit, pulled the blankets and pillows from the couch, and dumped them in a pile on the floor.
“Nothing. I just want to lounge on a pallet on the floor in front of the TV like I’m a kid again. You’ll stay and watch more movies with me, right?” She asked. Her tired eyes gave her the soft look as that of a child. Thor admitted to himself that he could not deny her and nodded as he helped her lay out the blankets and pillows in a semi-organized fashion.
Once the pallet had been made, Kelsey sprawled out on it and looked at the television. She frowned and let out a small whine. Thor watched in amusement before he grabbed the remote and pressed the play button. The TV flashed from the blue screen to the menu and he hit play again. Kelsey thanked him and adjusted the pillows behind her head.
“Ooh, this is a good one. Why’d you pick Princess Mononoke?” She ventured and watched as the muscled male tried to get comfortable on the makeshift bed on the floor. He grumbled and rolled onto his back, pillows propped behind his head. He opened his arms invitingly and she instantly crawled to his side to snuggle.
“The wolves reminded me of the time my brother turned into a wolf and had Fenrir. It made me think of all the good times we’ve had and how much of a good father he is, even if he is an annoying brother” he murmured into her hair as he pressed a loving kiss to the top of her head. Hearing Thor talk sweet about his own brother had Kelsey’s lips curling into a grin. She loved both Asgardians, maybe Loki a little more since he was her boyfriend, and she couldn’t stand it when they didn’t get along. It made her heart swell with more love for the blonde dork as she curled halfway on him for cuddles, chin propped on his sternum.
“This is easily one of my favorites, and now it has more meaning too,” she whispered and pecked Thor’s cheek before letting her head rest on his chest so she could watch the movie.
It wasn’t often that Loki brought up his children, but Kelsey had read lore and researched different religions before she met Thor and Loki; Norse mythology just seemed to be one of her favorites, more so when she befriended the Gods. It had been a rocky start to their relationship when she first asked. Thor had stepped in after their argument and explained that his brother didn’t like talking about his kids, that it was painful for him sometimes since he never gets to see them.
That didn’t stop the blonde from telling her stories though. He had confirmed some of the mythology and some of it he told her he’d explain at a later time; he never did but she knew it must be hard to talk about or something that should not be talked about and eventually stopped pressing the matter. However, with Loki being her boyfriend, she thought it fair to know as much about his past as what she’s told him of hers. Granted she didn’t have kids, but it was something she thought important to him, so of course she wanted to be involved. His kids were a part of him and she didn’t mind; they were just another piece of the mysterious puzzle that was Loki, her Loki.
Thor peeked down as the movie credits began rolling. Kelsey was fast asleep on him, left hand resting beside her head on his chest and left leg thrown over his waist as she snuggled close. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and folded his free arm behind his head. He debated on putting on another movie; after ten minutes of listening to the girl’s gentle breathing had him nodding to himself. He put on the last Studio Ghibli movie they had -Ponyo- and turned the volume down so it wouldn’t potentially wake the peacefully sleeping fashion designer.
Movement in the doorway to the left caught his gaze. Blue eyes rolled over the darkened area and Thor gave a snort of annoyance. He brought his arm from behind his head and waved the figure over with a slight scowl.
“Brother, you do know she’s been looking for you since she got back? That was ages ago,” the blonde God hissed and stroked Kelsey’s back soothingly. Loki’s green eyes darted down at his girlfriend before locking with his adopted brother’s gaze.
“I know,” he licked his lips and frowned. Loki never was one to be nervous or scared; however, when it came to upsetting her, he was downright terrified. She was the first person he’d let in his walls in a long time. He didn’t want to mess anything up. “I was trying to find something for her though, a gift. I know how hard she worked on that last fashion line and everything. She always puts in her all,” he murmured, more to himself than his brother.
“So why didn’t you come back earlier?”
Anger bled into the God of Thunder’s tone. He immediately lowered his voice when said female shifted closer in her slumber. He narrowed his eyes at his brother and motioned with his head for him to join them on the floor. Loki obliged and sat on the opposite side of Kelsey, leaning back to stare at the ceiling, propped up on his elbows.
“I only just now got back. I think I found the perfect thing for her,” he sat up again at this. Thor leaned up slightly on his elbow, carefully cradling Kelsey. He watched Loki pull something from his pocket and squinted when it glint off the moonlight streaming in from the window.
The dark haired man held it out to the blonde, who took it with a gentle hand. It was a silver chain with a matching silver Norse symbol for ‘love’ pendant. Thor tore his gaze from the precious jewelry and back to his antsy brother. A grin split his face as he handed it back.
“Love, eh, Brother?” He teased and lowered himself back on the pillows. Loki pursed his lips and tucked the necklace away. He was thankful for the lights being out in the room as blood rushed to his cheeks. It never happened before he met her. Nothing could make him blush or feel warm inside like she did.
She came crashing into his life, quite literally, and turned it upside down. Everything he did now -joining the Avengers- and helping people (okay there might still be tricks being played) was for her. It scared him at first, not understanding the mid-guardian feeling. He eventually accepted it, and Kelsey, even going so far as to tell her he loved her in small ways.
He hadn’t voiced it aloud yet, but he tried to show it in his actions with her. She said it all the time though; to him, to Katy, to a few of the other Avengers like his brother, but it never held the same level of raw emotion like when she said it to him. Well, okay, maybe to Katy but that was slightly varied too. Those two had a very close and weird relationship he didn’t quite understand.
He loved that about Kelsey though. Her silly antics, the way her nose scrunched when she was agitated, the screech she sometimes did -which earned her the nickname Kelseydactyl around the compound- for no reason other than “I’m bored”, to the way she’d try to fight her body against sleep just to whisper those three words to him; he loved it all.
He couldn’t get enough of her loving touches, discreet as they were in front of everyone, or the way she’d always find some way to be by his side. She made him feel like a part of the team even when the others hesitated.
Dinner? She’d save a seat by her for him. Movie night? She’d threaten anyone who sat in the spot she designated for him (he was always late). Tony’s extravagant parties he held for no real reason? She’d ask him to be her date, even if he had openly declined the invitation, putting him in a position where he couldn’t say no to her. Missions? Very few did he go on, but those when all hands were needed, she offered to pair up with him since he didn’t really -as Tony said- “play well with others”. It was a warm, wholesome feeling that he didn’t want to lose, just being around her made his whole body flush slightly warmer.
Thor watched Loki, each deep in their own thoughts. It was few and far between the times his adopted younger brother ever let down his walls like this. Thor knew how much Loki hated being seen as weak, after all being Asgardian must mean that they were invincible, right? He scoffed at the mere thought and shook his head idly.
“Do you want to take her to her bedroom, Brother?” Thor whispered, drawing the paler Asgardian’s attention away from Kelsey. Loki looked thoughtful before he shook his head.
“No. She looks peaceful and content. Let’s just leave her here,” he answered. The blonde smiled and settled back against the cushions and pillows before quickly falling asleep to the even sound of Kelsey and Loki breathing.
The frost giant watched over them for awhile before he moved until he was behind his girlfriend. She shifted in her sleep and turned so she was facing him, now fully back on the floor instead of cuddling Thor. Loki couldn’t help the way his lips twitched up as he watched her, his arm automatically wrapping itself behind her back as she scooted closer to his cooler body. He figured she was hot, but enjoyed the touch regardless of reasoning. He gently wedged his leg between hers and pulled her closer to him, earning a soft mewl of agitation. He worried for a second that he woke her, but when she settled right back down he knew she was aware of who she was cuddling, albeit subconsciously. He stroked her hair while he hummed and sang softly in Asgardian. It wasn’t long before his eyes were closing and the trio were all asleep on the blanket pallet on the floor.
The lights were dimmed in the kitchen and off everywhere else when the door opened. Two brunette heads tilted in curiosity at the darkness and shared a look before they crept further inside. Steve and Sam sighed at their paranoia but followed silently regardless. Katy froze and Bucky bumped into her, growling softly and steadying her with a hand on her hip. She tilted her head back to look up at him, grinning deviously and wiggling since he was still pressed against her back, and crossed her arms as she looked back at the trio of adults on the floor.
“They’re all cuddling, it’s cute!” she whispered and nodded to Thor, Loki, and a semi-squished Kelsey between them. Steve smiled and ruffled her hair as he bypassed them for their hall. Bucky squeezed her hip and ground his against her as Sam gave a snort of laughter at the sleeping figures.
“That seems more like a you thing, Katy. Stop corrupting Kelsey,” he teased, brown eyes dancing with mirth. She stuck her tongue out at him, which he returned.
“Leave them be and come get a shower, you guys stink,” Steve called quietly before he got too far. The remaining trio sniffed themselves and each made faces.
“Yeah, you right,” Katy shrugged and turned quickly in Bucky’s arms. Blue eyes met brown and he smiled. Sam fake gagged and made his way to their apartment wing as well, hellbent on getting a hot shower.
“Come on, y’all heard Cap. Let’s shower and order pizza then knock out as we watch TV shows,” the Air Force veteran motioned for them to follow. Bucky dropped his head and gave Katy a quick kiss before he too left her standing behind the couch. She huffed and watched as they all disappeared before grabbing her phone from her back pocket; making sure it was on silent, she snapped a few pictures, moving around the room for different angles. She locked it and slipped it into her back pocket as she turned toward the hall her boyfriend’s went down. She paused at the corner and glanced back.
“It’s just me now, you can stop pretending to be asleep. I’ll send you the pictures sometime tomorrow. Promise. Just make sure you guys get to a bed sometime tonight, alright? Goodnight, Loki,” she chuckled as she ducked down the hall and into the only door at the end. She smiled and drummed her fingers along the walls she passed, full intention slipping in the shower before the boys, or sneaking in with one of them.
Loki opened his eyes when he heard the phone lock and looked at Katy. He closed them again when she started speaking. Her words brought a small smile to his lips and he kissed Kelsey’s temple when his protege left. Yeah, I’ll take her to her bedroom soon. I just want to spend a little more time like this with her and my brother. He projected the thought to her and settled back down with Kelsey in his arms and Thor spooning her, arm resting on Loki’s shoulder.
BONUS, EXTENDED ENDING:
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Kelsey’s brow furrowed at the back to back notifications. No one was usually up this early except Steve, Bucky, and Sam for their morning run. So why was she getting a barrage of messages at this hour? She held the owl mug, full of Cinnabon flavored coffee, to her chest, blowing on it as she made her way to the living room. She raised a brow at the notifications lighting up her lock screen.
Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.
Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.
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She sighed and set her cooling mug down, trading it in favor of her phone. Her eyes widened as she unlocked her phone and it immediately took her to Instagram where the photo was posted and all the notifications were coming from. She covered her mouth and let out a squeak of slight embarrassment. There, on the internet for all to see, was a picture of her cuddled between Thor and Loki--on a blanket pallet she distinctly remembered falling asleep on. She felt her cheeks heat up as she watched the number of likes and comments rose the longer she stared, all supportive and full of love.
Ping.
@ ILiveMotherfcker commented on a post you were tagged in “Does @ MischiefNotManaged know you’re exposing her relationship like this @ CaptainWinterFalcon?”
@ CaptainWinterFalcon commented on a post you were tagged in “I mean...now she does-- she won’t do anything though, she loves me too much. She might be mad but she’ll forgive me in time. Sooner if I bring her Stargazer Lillies.”
Kelsey glanced around the room and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it in thought. She silenced her phone and put it in her pocket as she picked up her coffee again.
“Hey, Friday, where’s Katy?”
“In Sam’s bedroom, do you want me to get her for you, Miss?”
“No, that’s alright, thanks. Is she awake?”
“Yes, she is. She is talking with Mr. Rogers,” the AI responded after a brief pause. Kelsey laughed at how she labeled Steve.
“Friday, you’re the best. Thank you,” Kelsey praised and silently made her way to see the culprit of her invasion of privacy. The door to the common room was open, so she let herself in and followed the hushed voices further down the hall. Sam’s door was ajar as well and she peeked in. Steve and Katy were lying on the bed, Katy turned with her back to the door and Steve’s hand running over her hair. Sam was looking for a shirt and Bucky was trying to pop him with the towel, each half dressed in sweatpants. She met Steve’s gaze for a second, immediately bringing a finger to her lips. Steve nodded, seemingly answering something that Katy has asked him. She took a sip from her owl mug and softly set it down on dresser before tackling Katy, pushing her into the bed.
“Think you can just post a cute ass picture of me on Insta and I won’t be mad?! How bout I sneak pictures of you and your boy toys and post them without your consent! Huh? How would ya like that?! Take this! And that!” she was straddling the exposer, bringing down the pillow she grabbed on Katy’s face with each sentence then word. Simultaneously a shriek accompanied her attack, followed by laughter from the female Kelsey was beating with a pillow. Steve had rolled off the bed and was standing by a super confused but smiling duo near the closet. Sam crossed his arms over his still-bare chest and Bucky had draped the towel over his right shoulder, matching Sam’s pose and leaning against the bathroom doorway.
“I-- Wait, Kelse-- Ohmyfuckin-- Can’t breathe--” she laughed and pushed at whatever part of Kelsey she could get her hands on, finally holding her off just inches from her face, pillow wedged between them. “I thought it was cute and sent it to Loki and he said I could post it!” she spoke between deep breaths, eyes shining with tears from laughing so hard. Kelsey pursed her lips and sat back on Katy’s waist taking in what she said. She whalloped Katy with the pillow again before climbing off her and tossing the pillow on the bed, it landing perfectly on Katy’s face.
“Whatever. I’m going to finish my coffee in the living room and if you don’t meet me in our gym in thirty minutes, I’m coming back to beat you with that pillow again. Might even suffocate you,” she threatened. Katy waved a hand at her and sat up, leaning against the metal bed frame.
“Kinky, I like,” Katy waggled her brows as Kelsey froze in the doorway, owl mug in hand.
“Did you….did you just quote Meg from Supernatural at me?”
“Mmm yeah. Yeah I did. Keep talkin’ dirty. It makes my meat suit all goey,” she quoted again and watched as Kelsey’s grip on the mug tightened.
“If this weren’t my favorite coffee cup, I’d chuck it at your head.”
“Love you too, Kelse. Gym. Thirty minutes. See ya there,” she ushered Kelsey from the room with a groan of annoyance. Katy giggled and looked at the trio of males laughing at her. “What? I’ll sit y’all down and force y’all to watch all fifteen seasons if I have too,” she promised as she rolled off the bed and started to get dressed into workout clothes.
Ping.
Kelsey glanced down at her phone as she changed into her own gym clothes.
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downfallofi · 4 years
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answer all of them again >:)
>:o You'll pay for this!!
1) “O-o-oh Child” by the Five Stairsteps, it reminds me of Guardians of the Galaxy, it gives me a slight serotonin bump.
2) Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I encountered it the first time after a breakup and I just... felt so seen by that movie? And it is actually really insightful and funny, for a mid 2000′s- rom com.
3) Vanilla or coconut.
4) Ya know, I really like roses, because that was my mom’s maiden name. But I really dig soft floral spring colors.
5) I don't... really have anyone like that, I have such a hard time knowing who I am as a person, I'm uncomforable all the time.
6) My voice is pretty deep and I can sing well, my biceps have some decent definition, and my beard game is super strong. I don't like anything non-physical about myself...
7) Rose golds, oranges and purples, like the colors of the sky at sunset, are kinda soothing to me.
8) @thespacetoast, @daredevilreborn, @whatevski, and @petty-davis? 
9) This presumes I am ever really calm, baha.
10) I'm going to Norwescon in April? And also, I took off the first Sunday in April, the whole night, to watch Wrestlemania. And planning trips for going on vacation when I have break at school.
11) I answered this yesterday, a simple diner, some conversation, some stargazing.
12) I'm... tired, and kinda stressed, but I'm going to try and get through work today.
13) Tacos!
14) The Office, the Good Place, Bob's Burgers all have a good ratio of feel good episodes.
15) I got no emojis, good day.
16) She's so sweet, has beautiful eyes and I love her guinea pigs a lot.
17) I have no dog in this fight, honestly.
18) I do, although no stuffed animal has ever felt as comforting as Clean Cat, who I got when I was three. I wish I could find him.
19) Mom's picture.
20) Just to know how it all ends, if it's ever really worth it, I mean... my answers could get really dark and depressing, or I could just go for mundane and say what I really want rn is an ice cream sandwich.
21) Dad was wrong. Dad was wrong about so many things. You are not a disappointment. You are not a bomb that's going to blow up and hurt people.  Your art is not stupid, childish "cute cartoons" and you should pursue it because it is your dream. You are not made wrong, and you deserved better than the way they treated you. You deserve the feeling of safety and home that you lost, and to be welcomed. You do not have to listen to him, and he does not define who you are. He does not deserve to win.
22) Sorry I ate so much and made you get so fat.
23) My black Deadpool logo hoodie.
24) Read, draw, play something on PS4 I've beaten before (like Skyrim)
25) Oh man, if someone made me a playlist or a mixtape I'd be the softest bitch in the world. Or gave me a book and said it made them think of me.
26) The world of Shrek.
27) Yeah, I'm pretty much Shrek.
28) I'd be happy with either, but that also presumes somebody wants to touch me, ha.
29) I'm mostly a night owl, I resent the fact that I had to start going to sleep at 11 so I could fuckin get up and get on a school bus at 6 am.
30) This is going to be a depressing answer... I don't have that, because I lost my sense of what home is when I was 17 and my father kicked me out. Now Ihave no idea what a home feels like, not in a physical, I belong here in this place and I enjoy staying here kind of way, and not in a metaphorical, I look at this thing and I feel at peace kind of way. I'm legitimately kind of afraid that I'll live the rest of my life and never know that kind of peace and safety, not in a person, place or thing, ever again. Sorry, that's bleak.
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niqhtmares · 5 years
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( adelaide kane, cis female, she/her, 24 ) · for a loner, i’d call you lucky for making it this far. i heard from another group of travelers that your name is lily erso and you’re a virgo who used to live in washington, dc. i thought you’d be a little more worse for wear, but considering you’re faithful, kindhearted, and quiet, i guess that’s what’s keeping you alive. pre-apocalypse weren’t you a college student ? anyone ever tell you that you remind them of that song — unwritten by natasha bedingfield. god i miss spotify. ( sitting alone in a library, having earphones in to not avoid conversation, crumped love letters ).
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hey, guys!! i’m sora uwu i’m 23 yrs old, goes by she/her pronouns, and living in the est. i guess some things to know about me is that i love food, anime, and disney. i wish i was playing overwatch also bc i’m starting to miss it tbh. + you have no idea how happy i am to have finally finished this intro tbh, but i’m v excited to be playing lily. ♡
i. about
when people look at lily, she may look as if she’s the happiest girl in the world. she had her parents, went to good schools, and had a decent group of friends. however, on the inside, she felt like a bird in a cage with the door covered in locks. it was obvious why her older brother, frank, left when she was around nine and she wasn’t entirely surprised. sad? definitely, but not surprised. she considered leaving and only continued to stay for multiple reasons. one of them was family. after seeing frank leave, she assumed their parents would be devastated to have another child leave home and she couldn’t think of that happening without being sad. the other reasons were one, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle being on her own and two, family meant a lot to her, so she couldn’t leave. it made her grew to be quiet and obedient though. she never argued, back-talked, and became dependent toward them. for years, she dealt with it and only kept hiding how she truly felt. even up to now.
once the apocalypse happened in 2014, she was already a 20 year old college student and with her brother visiting, what turned out to be a sweet visit became a nightmare in terms of the situation happening around them. she wasn’t made for the apocalypse, yet was thankful each day that her brother was with her. at least, that’s how she completely felt at first. over the years, she began to feel restricted once again. as if history was repeating itself. lily knew he was only being overprotective and appreciated it. despite that, she currently has a mixture of feelings. the one thing she feels certain about is still hoping for the best for their future.
ii. details
pinterest
aesthetic
polaroids scattered across the room, sitting alone in a library, carrying a camera 24/7, having earphones in to avoid conversation, the color blue, laying on a blanket to stare at the stars for the night, forcing a smile on her face in front of her parents, crumpled love letters
traits
compliant, faithful, kindhearted, quiet, reticent
style
she loves anything blue, so she’ll have blue skirts, blue sweaters, blue tops, etc. aside from that, she prefers wearing skirts, pinafore dresses, overalls, and anything denim
misc
her favorite color is blue
her favorite animal are red foxes
she’s passionate and has a love for nature and animals. she enjoys stargazing and most likely volunteered at animal shelters when she was in college
one hobby that she’s always been interested in was taking photographs. she received a polaroid camera on her sixteenth birthday and since then, she’s been using it frequently. she even brought it along with her, including some photos, because of how much she wasn’t able to let it go
as much as she wants to talk about the past, she chooses not to. simply because to her, what’s the point in talking about what happened when there’s more things to worry about now? there are definitely some aspects of her past life that continues to bother her to this day, but keeps it to herself instead
for years, she kept her sexuality hidden from her parents and the world, including her brother. even now, she still hasn’t told anyone
the reason why she continues to be so kind, gentle, and optimistic is because even though there’s an apocalypse happening, she still thinks there should still be nice people in the world and personally, she just isn’t able to hurt an actual human being. she tries to see the best in people and wants to believe things will get better
after she finally moved out to go to college, her first decision was to get a few tattoos. although, she does hide them when visiting her parents
she has this on her left ribs
this on her right wrist
and this on the back of her right arm
info
name: lily sandra erso
age: 24
zodiac: virgo
birthday: august 31, 1994
hometown: washington, dc
gender: cis female
sexual orientation: ❪ closeted ❫ bisexual
tl;dr a kindhearted girl who keeps most of her feelings to herself, but she’s v sweet and wants to see the best in ppl
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firesoulstuff · 5 years
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Could you do a Captain Canary Snow White AU?
*sighs* sorry this took so long, it kind of took on a life of it’s own.
True Love’s Kiss (Part 1)
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16213211/chapters/37894727
Another day come, another day he’s spent doing more than his share of work. Haircut and Pretty are supposed to be helping him, but the bastards were up late last night “stargazing”, they must’ve never come in and they haven’t been seen since. He isn’t too worried about them, Amaya’s claiming not to have any idea where they are but there’s no way they really snuck passed her. Something’s up, but he’s decided he’s not going to worry about it until sundown when the work’s done.
“This the last of it?” Jax asks, dumping what he’s got for wood into their wheelbarrow.
Mick takes a look at it, and then looks back at the forest around them and the setting sun. They could stand to get more, but he doesn’t exactly relish another trip out here in the dark. He can make a few good items with what they’ve gathered today to sell in town next week, and he’s sure Amaya will have some cloth for him. It won’t be as much as he’d like, but it’ll do.
“Yeah,” he grumbles, moving for the wheelbarrow and Jax’s face breaks out in a grin. At thirteen he’s still got enough childlike innocence and energy to be ready to run off after a long day of work, a quality Mick wishes he didn’t know was going to disappear soon enough.
They make it back to the cottage just as the sun’s going down, and Mick parks the wheelbarrow while Jax races into the house. He looks up at the sky to make sure it isn’t going to rain, and it’s not, so he isn’t dragging the wood all the way to their little shed in the back.
Amaya is there to greet him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek as soon as he enters the house, which only further cements his suspicions that she and their two resident headaches are up to something. But he still can’t bring himself to mind.
“How was your day?” She asks.
“Fine,” he hums, “You?”
“Quiet.”
He hums again, this time a little more thoughtfully, and reaches out to place his hand along the side of her protruding abdomen.
“And… how’s the little guy doing?”
She chuckles at his question, looking down at her stomach and placing her own hand not far from his.
“She is just fine.” Mick can’t help but to smirk at his wife’s insistence that their child is a girl. Personally he doesn’t care one way or the other, in fact he would be overjoyed to have a little girl every bit as beautiful and headstrong as her mother. In truth the only reason he keeps referring to their baby as a boy is because it’s fun to watch Amaya contradict him, and he’s pretty sure that is also the reason she’s convinced it’s a girl.
Anyway, she leads him into the cottage where he makes it about three steps, just enough for her to move and close the door behind him, before he stops in his tracks.
He knew he should’ve been worrying earlier.
Standing there in the center of their little living area is not only the two missing idiots, but also the town’s newest resident nutcase, John Constantine.
“What’s the zombie whisperer doing here?” He asks, to which Amaya smacks lightly at his arm, but their guest only grins like a sly cat.
“Ain’t just zombies I deal in, Mate.” He chuckles, and of course Haircut decides now is a good time to cut in.
“He’s going to help us wake Sara up.”
Of all the naive crap to ever come out of that moron’s mouth.
“She’s cursed,” he barks in reminder, taking a few stalking steps closer until he’s almost nose to nose with Constantine. “And no offence, Mate, but I don’t see you as being the one to break it.”
No, there’s only one person in this world who has the power to wake Sara from her eternal sleep, and he died before she was ever cursed.
“I don’t intend to,” the supposed warlock tells him, and then he spins on his heel, heading over to the bed of hay and blankets in the corner where Sara’s been for nearly three years now.
Before Mick can physically yank their visitor away from her he sits himself on the floor, and only then does Mick notice that someone has brought out Leonard’s sword.
“But I do intend to find out if the one who can is still out there.”
Now Mick wants to throw him out of the house. Leonard’s dead, since long before Sara was cursed. He went out hunting one day, never came back, and all they found of him was his sword and a scrap of bloodied fabric. According to not only the warlock who cursed her, but Amaya and the town healer as well, only true love’s kiss can wake Sara, and her true love is gone.
For some reason, and he really never will know what, he doesn’t pick Constantine up by the collar of his shirt and toss him out into the mud. Instead he stands by and lets the idiot sprinkle his salt and other bizarre things around the sword and place candles along the edges of his strange circle. He doesn’t even say anything as the nutcase lights the candles and then starts chanting, though he does take note of everyone else watching intently and rolls his eyes.
The sword starts glowing, which Mick will admit is a little unexpected, and then Constantine opens his eyes to reveal they’ve turned completely white and are even glowing a bit themselves. Then the glowing stops, and his irises and pupils reappear.
“He’s alive,” The man hums, voice thick as though he’s just been possessed or something, and Mick very nearly calls bull on the claim. “He’s under The Oculus spring.”
That’s what stops Mick.
“Under it?” He questions, his mind reeling, because the spring is impossible to pass. The treacherous waters killing anyone who dares to try, there’s a string of bodies to prove it. It’s also where they lost track of…
Oh.
“I keep trying to tell people, things are almost never as they seem.” Constantine grumbles as he gets to his feet. “Good luck.”
With that he starts heading for the door, like he didn’t just tell them all that Snart is alive and that means there is a chance Sara could be brought back to them.
“How can he be under the spring?” Mick snaps before their guest can make it outside the house. He can’t just leave, not after dropping something like that on them, something Mick isn’t entirely sure he believes. He wants to believe it, sure, but it’s impossible. Isn’t it?
“I don’t know Mate,” Constantine says as he turns around. “All I know is I reached out to his spirit and that’s where it led me, to some cave behind the falls and below the surface of the spring, and he doesn’t have the aura of a dead man.”
With that he leaves, everyone watching the door long after it’s closed, and then one by one they all turn to look at Sara.
“I thought I’d find you out here.”
Mick looks up at the sound of his wife’s voice. It’s late, too late for any of them to be awake, but after tonight he doubts anyone is actually sleeping.
After Constantine left, and they all got over their shock, the main room had quickly become the epicenter of a shouting match. Haircut and Pretty were adamant that they’re leaving first thing in the morning to bring Snart home. Hell, they tried to march out right then and there. Mick had to remind them that The Oculus was where they lost Darhk’s trail back when he first cursed Sara. Even if they do find him he’ll have the upper hand, they need to at least get some sleep before coming up with a plan that won’t get them killed.
“Are you going with them?” Amaya asks, carefully lowering herself to sit next to him on the fallen log, her eyes falling onto the fire he’s constructed for himself.
He looks at her with hesitation and sorrow, his gaze falling to her round belly, and of course she rolls her eyes.
“I’ll be fine,” she promises him. “You won’t be gone long, and somebody needs to make sure Ray and Nate don’t get themselves, or your best friend, killed.”
His best friend.
She sounds so sure that he’s alive, something Mick still isn’t certain he believes. But, if there’s a chance…
He leans over and presses a firm, loving kiss onto Amaya’s lips. A thank you and an assurance all at once.
“But I want to help!” Jax all but whines in protest the next morning as Mick, Ray, and Nate pack up what they can carry on their back in regards to food and weapons.
“You gotta stay here,” Mick grumbles, not even looking up from his own bag.
Jax may be getting older, but that doesn’t mean he’s old enough to go on a mission like this. Besides, if they do find Snart and bring him home then the first thing Sara will do upon waking up will be wring his neck for allowing Jax to go with them to face down Darhk.
“But-”
“I said no.” He practically snaps at the kid’s decision to keep pushing, and now that he’s looking at those sad brown eyes Mick finds himself sighing.
“Look,” he starts, a little more gently, and he places a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “We’ve all got jobs to do here. My job is to keep Haircut and Pretty from screwing up and getting themselves cursed, lord knows we’d never find anybody to wake them up. We’re gonna be gone a few days, so your job needs to be to take care of things here; you need to watch over Amaya and Sara.”
Jax looks up at that, eyes wide, like he can’t believe he’s being trusted with so much responsibility. Amaya isn’t helpless, of course, but even she’ll admit that she’s needed a little extra help lately, and Mick knows she’ll understand him using her as an excuse to get Jax to comply with staying.
“Can I trust you with that?”
Jax nods eagerly, and with a smirk Mick ruffles his hair before he tosses his bag over his shoulder. He kisses Amaya goodbye, promising to be back soon one more time, and then heads out the door with the two nincompoops.
Constantine had better know what he’s talking about.
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💜 Soft Bias Tag 💜
i was tagged by the two lovelys at @bts-soccer-moms​ to do the most adorable tag ever ~ tysm this was so much fun!! 
1. Who is my bias?
my favourite muscle bunny jeon jungkook, kookie, nochu, love of my life
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2. What made you notice them?
“Dope” was my first bts mv and i swear it was legitimately love at first sight (that police uniform got me whipped from the start but shhh) i’ve never chosen a bias that quick in my life tbh i didn’t even know what a bias was back then and i already knew it was going to be him (cheesy i know) also when i started watching more bts content i fell for his honey vocals, his big sparkly eyes, his cute bunny smile, and he’s just my ideal boy you know? he’s beautiful and talented what more can i say?
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3. What’s your favourite thing about them?
i know everyone says this about their bias but honestly can you blame us? of course the answer is everything! i love everything about him, his passion and ambition for music, his big heart and love for his hyungs, his cute mannerisms, his will to strive to become the best at whatever he sets his mind to, he’s not only beautiful on the outside but he’s infinitely beautiful on the inside 
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4. Who would initiate skinship more?
i think at the beginning probably me? mostly because he's such a shy shy boy but also i think once he's more comfortable it will be pretty balanced between us
5. Who would hog the blankets more?
either neither of us or him bc i'm literally a human heater so i don't really need to hog the blankets that much plus if he just cuddles up to me he wouldn't need to hog them anyways  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
6. Who would be more clingy?
i don't think either of us are that noticeably clingy but if it's just us and not in public then perhaps me? 
7. Who would say “I love you” first?
hmmm is it cheesy if i say we happened to say it at the same moment bc it finally felt right? lolol but idk i think maybe he would to say it first cuz it takes me a while to finally admit things so yeah
8. Who easily be more flustered?
oh man i think we both tie in this one but i’d like to think that i can hide it better than him, i mean have you seen the stuttering mess kookie is when his hyungs catch him off guard poor bun bun
9. What cuddling position would you two have?
please refer to this taekook moment as a point of reference
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10. Which colours remind you of him?
two colours come to mind:
~ golden honey yellow: he's not the golden maknae for nothing, also like i've said before, his honey vocals make me melt every time and he's also the sweetest boy so of course he reminds me of honey plus he looks so precious whenever he wears yellow
~ a deep bold red: it reminds me of the fire and raw passion in his eyes as he performs, the energy he exerts when he dances, and just that alluring presence he holds when he knows he's owning the stage
tldr: kookie is 💛✨🍯 and jungkook is ❤️🔥🎤
11. What season would you like to spend with them?
summer! i want to have all the fun in the world with him without any worries or cares in the back of our minds, i want to have cute amusement park dates, ice cream at the park dates, bowling alley and arcade dates, everything and anything, we could go out to the pier, stargaze, the whole shabang 
12. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?
based on the cooking run bts episodes, i think he'd be better in the kitchen than me tbh and i'm not much of a baker but i will help if i see someone else baking but also low key so that i can sneak a bite or two
13. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?
i think both of us would crack a pun every now and then and the other person would just sigh and roll their eyes but also quietly chuckle and note to themselves to one up the other person in the future 
14. Who would want to adopt 50 cats and dogs?
i think we would alternate between one of us being like "you know what sounds like a good idea? adopting a dog. right now. let's do it." and the other one being the Reasonable One™ but then eventually one day we both end up being the one wanting the dog and attempting to enable the other and so we end up getting a cute dog child and we live happily ever after the end
15. Which one of you would nearly burn the kitchen down trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?
well considering kookie had said before that he has One Fear which happens to be microwaves so i'm gonna say it's him. it will be like:
him: "kirstyyyy can you make me a pop tart?"
me: "sorry kookie i'm a bit busy at the moment, can you try making it yourself?"
*smoke detector goes off in the distance* 
me: *cleans up the mess and makes him a new one* 
me: "you're an idiot" 
him: "yeah but i'm your idiot" 😉 
me: “ugh you're lucky i still think you're cute” 🙄 
him: “heheh sorry ily” 😙
16. Who likes to lean over trail railings and who pulls them back?
i think we'd both have our moments for this because we both have no fear of heights and have moments where #dangerismymiddlename but then again we are also promoters of safety so yeah 
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17. What would watching a horror movie with them be like?
it would consist of a lot of fun banter and teasing towards whoever jumps or get scared :P i really enjoy watching horror films with company because i love commentating (especially for dumb horror films where i get to yell at the characters for making dumbass decisions) but i also get a laugh whenever someone (including myself) gets a big scare so yeah, i think it would be fun to have a horror movie marathon with kookie during spooky season or something
18. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?
i think kookie can be 50/50 i mean have you seen this boy's duality? his dorky offstage personality vs his sensual onstage presence gives me whiplash.. me on the other hand, i think my cheesiness will outweigh my smoothness like 75/25 
19. Who would be more competitive?
we will make everything a competition, but like in a fun healthy way like "i bet i can beat you in this track in mario kart" "iS tHaT A cHaLLeNgE??!?" and whoever wins gets like a little prize each time (can be anything from food to a peck on the cheek to getting the better controller next time to picking the next movie etc.) like just simple silly competitions to keep it interesting (no sore losers or egotistic winners in this house, it's all just fun and games) and ooo bonus: we can keep a little chart over like the month or maybe the year like a "jungkook vs kirsty" and the overall winner gets a grand prize of whatever they want 
20. Who would have to be given constant reminders (to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)
him. we all know that he works his hardest and tries to push himself past his limits so i think he would need someone to gently remind him to take care of himself from time to time :’( 
21. Who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3 am?
we're talking about your resident meme king and queen here so what do you think? but then again we both have our soft hours so i think it will be a fair mix of both. something like 
"i miss you"
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"you meme a lot to me" 
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and that’s it!! this was honestly so much fun to do and i’m now feeling softer than usual for my bunny rip gonna go watch some cute compilations or something ok byeee
i tag: @wen-jun-bae, @blueberry-child, @taeyongskookie, @cyphersnamjoon, @mysticalj, @jinstaej, @min-baby-boy-yoongi, @majinstic, @madpanda69, @kochiniseokjinnie, @im-captain-of-this-ship,  @kawaii-ing, @chiantae, @dailygifihope, and anyone else who wants to do this :) 
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