#its kind of hard to catch a well earned break

[wileys-russo]

Please would you be able to write an awfc x teen!reader fic based on the photos of the girls playing Aussie rules today in training? Maybe a bit of annoying younger sister energy (kind of like kyra)! I love you stuff thank you for all of it :)

not completelyy happy with this but it was something different to try! drop kick II awfc x teen!r

"oh you're not bringing that are you?" steph sighed as you stretched over to grab the bright red ball from her back seat. "yeah! why not?" you grinned as the two of you stepped out of her car.

"well because we don't play afl we play football." steph shook her head, though she knew better than to even try and argue the case knowing all too well how stubborn you were.

"then it'll be a fun learning experience for the girls! wheres your australian spirit steffy?" you gave her a toothy grin, the older girl clearing her throat as you spun around. "forgetting something?" steph raised her eyebrow and subtly nodded to your bag.

"oh! yeah that might help." you grinned, jogging back and grabbing it, kissing stephs cheek in thanks who pushed you off with an amused roll of her eyes.

"all this time off and she's forgotten what sport we play!" caitlin teased watching you stuff the ball with some difficulty into your gym bag but eventually succeeding, ruffling your hair as you smacked her hand away.

"sorry hard launch i couldn't hear you over the massive closet of your latest relationship?" you cupped a hand over your ear as steph snickered and you grinned, though catching the look which flashed across caitlins face you wasted no time sprinting off.

"ya could have four legs and i'd still outpace you foordy!" you yelled over your shoulder as she gave up chasing you, pausing to fall back into step with steph and flipping you the finger.

"i'll get you later skippy just you wait! i know where you live!" caitlin yelled menacingly after you, and of course she would considering you bounced between her place and stephs, not allowed to get your own as much as you'd begged and pleaded.

you were so busy gloating you didn't watch where you were going and wheezed as your body slammed into someone elses. "speed racers back in town then! who we runnin from now?" jen grinned, hauling you up and over her shoulder.

"i've missed these delightful walks of ours jb." you patted her back affectionately feeling her body vibrate with laughter as you flipped caitlin the bird before jen turned a corner, earning yourself a disappointed look from steph.

"lee!" you called out happily as the two of you entered the change rooms and you spotted her sitting at her cubby dressed for training, the blonde looking up from her phone as jen put you down. "you're back training properly??" the taller girl stumbled a little at the speed in which you crashed into her for a hug.

"much as i can be. missed you skippy!" the blonde ruffled your hair, kissing your cheek and shoving you over toward lia who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, wrapping you in another tight hug.

"hi wally! happy new year." you mumbled into her shoulder making her laugh. "happy new year winzig, did you have a nice break?" the swiss woman walked you toward your cubby which was between kyra and vics.

"yes! god i miss australia so much already. the beaches, the tan, the food, my family. its cruel that i come from warm sunny beautiful summer to this, english winter fucking sucks!" you huffed unhappily, wincing as a hand collected the back of your head.

"language little miss. thats a fiver!" beth wagged her finger at you with a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hugged her girlfriend instead causing her to scoff. "what? you know i am her favourite." viv shrugged as beth made a noise of disbelief and you sent her a smug smile.

you hadn't even separated from the pair for more than five seconds before a body hurtled into you sending you flying, kyras body latched onto you as stina hurried to grab you, stopping you from hitting the floor.

"get off me you rat!" you wrenched off the girls hands and sent stina a grateful look who gave the pair of you an amused smile, turning back to her conversation with amanda.

"rat! you're the little rat, did you forget about the pictures of-" kyra started as your eyes widened and you hastily covered her mouth. "you swore on calvins life you would take that to the grave." you growled quietly, pulling your hand away in disgust as kyra licked it, wiping it on her jersey.

"but i'm the child? grow up cooney-cross." you scoffed, letting out a yell as again kyra leapt onto you, this time successfully taking you down to the ground as the two of you rolled around wrestling until you were seperated by leah and steph.

most of the girls having filed out toward the pitch and steph impatiently tapping her foot in waiting you hurried to get your boots on, grabbing the afl ball out afterward.

"you can't bring it to training." "why not?" "well-" "see, you can't even think of a good reason stephanie."

and with that you tucked it under your arm and strode out of the change rooms as steph groaned. "can you see any greys jenny? she's been back for three days and its already falling out from the stress!" steph huffed gesturing to her hair as the tall scottish woman chuckled and slung an arm over her should.

"what is that!" vic pulled a face as you appeared with the foreign looking ball. "aussie rules ball!" you beamed, kicking it at kyra who dove to catch it, earning yourself the attention of a few more of the girls who looked on curiously.

"right i'm game. give us a go then skippy!" leah clapped as you tossed her the ball and explained how to hold and position it to be drop kicked. "yeah yeah its a ball, i'm an athlete. i got it!" she brushed you off as you held your hands up and took a few steps back.

you slumped into lotte who appeared by your side, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "go on lee while some of us are still young, kimmy might have to retire by the time you kick this thing." you grinned cheekily, hiding behind lotte at the look sent your way by your captain across the pitch.

"oh brilliant! she's a natural." you threw your head back with a laugh as leah completely missed, nearly kneeing herself in the face as the ball bounced away. "shut up!" the blonde warned you with a glare, hurrying to grab the ball again.

"show me again." leah demanded firmly as lotte let you go and you grabbed the ball. "oi ireland!" you yelled, katie looking up from her conversation with gio and grinning as you held up the ball and she readied herself to catch.

"like this." you huffed as you kicked the ball with all your might, the red leather sailing up into the air and right into katies awaiting arms. "you know i might need to recruit you to take some of my goal kicks. how much do you really like being a striker?" manu messed up your hair with a gloved hand as you pushed her away with a smile.

"how the fu-" leah shook her head as katie booted the ball toward caitlin perfectly. "its cause she's got a bit of aussie in her, literally." you smirked quietly, leah turning to you with wide shocked eyes at the comment.

"i'm telling steph to wash that filthy little mouth out with soap tonight skippy."

you barely heard her as you were already taking off racing toward kyra who was trying to teach gio how to kick, your body hurtling into hers. "tackle!" you cheered as kyra groaned from beneath you and you plucked the ball from her hand and took off again.

"they don't tackle in afl you little shit thats nrl!"

"nope!" you were suddenly off the ground again as caitlins arms wrapped around your waist and took you down to the ground, tossing the ball to katie and getting off of you.

"piggy in the middle!" you cheered happily jumping to your feet and racing off toward an unsuspecting cloe who was merely holding the ball, the blondes eyes widening as she hurried to toss the ball toward sabs who frowned in confusion before your body hurtled into hers.

"hey steph." the defender looked up from where she was watching you as jen appeared by her side.

"yeah mate, i can see those greys now."

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #woso community #awfc x reader #arsenal women #awfc

[angelltheninth]

Having a Vacation Fling with Blue Lock Boys

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, flirting, kissing, hotels, temporary relationship, vacations, sneaking around, beach day

A/N: I could not do this because I am way to emotional.

Isagi loves going on vacations with his team, they're the only break he gets from his career as fun as it is. He's usually not as hyper on them as he is when he's playing and therefore it can sometimes be hard to tell if he's having fun. Maybe he wasn't before he met you at the bar one night and hit it off. He sure was awkward at first, always looking to the side for his friends support before making his move and asking you to show him around some good places to eat, his treat.

Bachira sleeps the whole way to the resort so when he actually gets there he's full of energy. Energy that he can spend on you, catching your attention, showing off his skills, flirting, maybe showing how he has no idea what personal space if and enjoys a little playful back and forth as you roll your eyes at his silly antics. You've never seen him around before so you know he must only be visiting, that won't stop you from partying it up with him for as long as he's there and making some memories.

Sae keeps to himself mostly because of the press who he was trying to avoid when he ran into you and spilled coffee all over you. Great. Another thing to deal with. Well come on, let him buy you a new one, he can't be caught doing this to a lady and not at least offering to pay. Makes it clear he has no intention of any emotional attachment despite the clear physical one between you two. The only kind of bonding he would entertain past the coffee date is you in his hotel bedroom.

Rin did not want to go on this vacation and you can see it from the way he's just lying on his towel while his friends all have fun in the pools or at the little bars, chatting everyone up. You decided to try your luck with him and were met with the coldest stare in the world but he strangely didn't shoo you away. He even offered to buy you a drink when you ran out because unlike everyone else you were actually quiet. This earned you his favor and his phone number for later that night.

Chigiri tries to have a lot of fun but he doesn't want to go too crazy, he's more the one keeping everyone else in check. He does have fun though especially when he sees you all by yourself and invites you to join him cause, well he's pretty alone too, at least right now. He doesn't dance much so clubs aren't his scene. He also isn't much of a flirt, easy to fluster in fact and bashful when you do drag him to the dancefloor for a slower song. That song is the start of a whole three weeks of the two of you exchanging glances and touches before he finally kisses you the day before his departure.

Kunigami is very happy to have some time off and is very quick to approach you when he spots you. Talking with him becomes easy once you get past his initially scary stature and reveal the soft man underneath. He soaks up every bit of info you tell him, matching you story for story, fun fact for fun fact, a kiss for a kiss even though he knows it won't last long. He can't help but be swept up in these moments with you, making all these sweet and happy memories even if only for a short while.

Reo feels an attraction to you right away and isn't the least bit shy about it. He knows he only has limited time with you so he wants to spend it well. It's a little awkward when he has to sneak back into his hotel room or sneak you in for a little kissing and cuddling and flirting session but hey, its the price he pays for going on a vacation with his whole team instead of all alone. He loves his team, of course he does and he didn't count on meeting a woman like you here so what can he do? Actually, he can ask for your number and maybe you can stay in touch? Next time he promises to devote more of his time to you.

Nagi almost feel asleep in the hot sun of the beach. If it weren't for you asking him if he was okay he would have ended up with very burned back and be uncomfortable for the rest of the vacation. He has to repay you for this somehow, a drink, a meal a short walk when the sun begins to set a little. Or maybe in the early morning so his friends don't accuse him of staying up all night with a hot lady he only just met. Ah, who is he kidding, they're gonna tease him anyway, might as well have your good company along for it.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #mikage reo x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #bllk headcanons #x reader #x female reader

[callsign-relic]

I loved part 2 so much!! The adorableness makes me grin like a fan girl. How you contrasted what is going on in their heads... one dark, any negative sign must obviously be betrayal... and tiny human reader is fretting over angles and shading and (holy crap Starscream stop moving) for the giant alien war mech 😍🫠

I didn't mean to ramble, I apologize, I just hope you know how awesome you are.

And if the offer still stands, and you think this is okay, I would love a part 3!! And I had an idea that you can totally use or not use, but what about stargazing?

Maybe reader brought a sleeping bag or maybe time just slipped away on a normal visit, idk, I was trying to go for soft bonding.

Idea or not, I'll seriously be happy with anything. Thank you!!! 😊

Wow, thank you so much!! I’m very happy you enjoyed that little series so far :D I’d be happy to make a part 3 for you! For those unfamiliar, here are parts one and two!

Hope you enjoy! I kind of got carried away with it so it’s a little longer than my usual fics, HAHA

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader

There was something you had noticed during your frequent visits to Starscream’s hideaway.

For all of the mech’s boasting and shows of his own grandeur, all of his complaints and infuriated utterances when things didn’t go his way— if there was something that could always seem to get him to quiet down, it was the view from the top of the waterfall at night.

Only once had you stayed long enough to really notice. You were already on your way back to your home before sunset, but you had forgotten your bag. You turned back into the clearing, expecting to see Starscream there, only to find him perched atop the waterfall’s edge at the top of the mountain. He wore an expression you had never once seen before on him, and was gazing up into the sky.

And so, you resolved to really see it next time.

Starscream’s optics flicker as they catch the light of the setting sun, fierce in its final moments— as it always was, the seeker had learned from his time stowing away in earth’s wilds. He raises a clawed servo to shield his optics before casting his gaze down onto you.

You were doodling away in your sketchbook— as you usually did, when you didn’t know what else to do. For once, you were taking a break from drawing studies of your mechanical companion, instead examining a finch perched upon a tree branch not too far from the rock upon which you were sitting.

The little bird seemed to be in the midst of its preening ritual. With its sharp little beak, it dug into the pit between its torso and wing and tugged. It kept tugging at the same spot for a little while, until finally, it removed a bug from its otherwise well kept red and brown feathers. With a couple twitches of its head, the bug jittered around in its beak before disappearing into its mouth— a well earned reward after its hard work.

You felt this was the perfect scene to capture on paper. You quickly brought your pencil to the page, first getting the basic shapes down, as you usually did—

But something suddenly blocked the remaining orange light from overhead, and your sketchbook was too dark to look at. Had the sun set already? No, you could still see the faint hues of pink and orange from the corners of your eyes. Perhaps a passing cloud blotted out the sun?

The clearing of a throat pulls you out of your wandering daydream, and you lift your nose from the page to be met with a gray pede. Slowly, you crane your neck higher and higher until, scaling the length of a familiar mech’s frame- until you lock eyes with a pair of squinting, red optics.

You offer a crooked grin.

“Human,” Starscream begins, servos impatiently on his hips, “it is about time you start on your way home.”

Though your grin falls into more of a smile of ‘I tried,’ you nod. You close your sketchbook and grab your bag, stuffing it full of your art supplies and a spare grocery bag full of wrappers from snacks you had thankfully remembered to bring with you that day. As you begin packing up, Starscream gives a nod of his own and goes in the opposite direction as you— scooping the spare mechanical parts he often spent his time fiddling with into his arms before stepping into the forest line. He crouched down, removing a false bush from its place, revealing a worn hole in the ground. Then, one by one, he places the metal pieces into the hole.

Now was your chance. Aside from your travel bag filled with your usual materials, you hike a much larger backpack over your shoulders. You were lucky Starscream didn’t care enough to ask what you were doing with a new bag.

Rather than head out into the forest line— while the mech was distracted, you carefully backed up and away closer to the waterfall. In your exploring, you recalled there was a little alcove hidden behind the waterfall, and that would be your temporary base until Starscream returned to his perch atop the mountain.

Tucking behind the rushing water, you pull yourself inside just in time to see Starscream cover the hole with foliage once more, quickly picking himself up onto his pedes. Though the water makes it difficult to see, you can see the bright red of his optics shift about— he had been scanning the environment as night finally began to fall.

Once he was apparently satisfied, he left your field of vision from this angle. You could, however, continue to track him from the tremors his pedes left in the earth as he walked. Though the vibrations sent your instincts into a slight panic, all you had to do was breathe, you were used to it by now.

Eventually, the quakes fade, and when you hear one final shake run its way from the top of the mountain all the way down to you, you know Starscream has finally sat down.

Now was the time to make your move.

You slip your way out from behind the waterfall and begin your ascent up the mountain. Thankfully, it wasn’t that bad of a climb, really— just a steep incline. Though, you did have to take a couple of breaks along the way to catch your breath and take the weight of your backpack off your shoulders for a little bit.

Eventually, you take another few steps up onto the hill, and the back of the silver mech’s frame finally becomes visible to you. You duck your head instantly— you didn’t want to risk him catching you so early on. But, there he was, in that same position he always liked to seem to take.

One leg dangling off of the edge of the cliff, the other crossed onto his thigh, and his arms resting behind him as he gazed into the night sky.

With another breath, you gather your courage. You approach him.

You soon make it up beside one of his servos behind him and he doesn’t even notice you. You’re not sure how to get his attention without frightening him…

“Hey—“

A shrill screech cuts its way through the air, and while you flinch into yourself, Starscream raises his servos in defense— pedes scrambling in place as he looks around in a panic before finally landing his optics down onto you. The fear in his eyes quickly twists into fury, though his chassis pounds up and down all the same. He slams one servo down into the earth with a fierce growl, using his other servo to scoop you up in one fell swoop.

“You!” He shouts, “I told you to leave! What are you doing all the way up here?!”

While getting scooped up into the fist of a metal giant would typically send you into a bout of panic, you had enough experience with Starscream’s sudden flashes of anger that you could keep relatively calm. “Okay, I know you said to leave, but…!” You trail off, trying to determine whether or not it was worth lying to the mech’s whose hands your life was currently at the whims of.

With a sigh, you drop the eager attitude. “…a couple days ago, I saw you up here, looking up at the sky. I— I know you say you don’t care about company and that having people around you is more trouble than it’s worth, but…” your eyes drift to the scar under the mech’s right optic before you lock eyes with him once more. “…I feel like your problem is that you just haven’t met the right company yet.”

Starscream examines you for a long time. His fury has simmered down by now, though his faceplate remains twisted in pure suspicion.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” you add. “Listen, I get if I crossed a boundary with you. I’ll leave if you want me to.”

Then, after another moment of scrutiny, Starscream lowers his servo back down to the floor— much to your surprise. You drop to your feet, nearly tumbling backwards from the weight of your backpack, but you manage to keep your balance enough to see the seeker staring at you with… stifled confusion. Though he appeared to be trying his best to hide his emotions from you, your eyes shifted to the side, catching his wings tilting themselves downward.

Quickly, he tears his gaze away from you. “Fine. If you don’t bother me, you can stay.”

You pump a fist quietly to yourself, all while giving him an earnest, “Thank you.” Finally, you remove your backpack from your shoulders, crouch down, and open the zipper to gaze into the contents within.

Your trusty sleeping bag.

You scoop the mass of fabric into your hands before dumping it onto the floor. You unravel the bundle into a much more usable form, lower the zipper—

“What are you doing?”

The sound of Starscream’s rough voice makes you jump in your spot just a bit. You turn around to see him staring at you with a raised optical ridge— perplexed.

You fully turn to face him and place your hands proudly on your hips. “I brought a sleeping bag,” you explain, gesturing a hand towards the bag. “It’s basically a bed that can travel with you, and you can use it to sleep in the wilderness. Another innovative human invention,” you wink.

The seeker’s confusion dissipates into disinterest. “Whatever keeps you busy,” he waves you off with a servo before turning to face the night sky again.

You shrug— you learned to never take Starscream’s comments to heart anymore. If he really didn’t want you there, he would have long since kicked you out by now. So, you drag your sleeping bag up beside the mech’s hand— Starscream lifting it out of reflex as you approach.

“No, you can stay there!” You assure him, fully unzipping your bag. “Uh, if you don’t mind me next to you, that is.”

The mech rolls his optics, shifting to the side to allow you some breathing room with a grumble. You offer a little chuckle as thanks as, at last, you slip into your sleeping bag, zipping it up to about halfway up your torso.

Then, you cast your gaze up into the stars.

The sparkling dots looked as though they were dancing gently in their places. While you couldn’t tell them very much apart, it was certainly a much better view here than from your apartment window. It was no wonder why Starscream liked the view so much.

“…hey, Starscream?” You try.

“What is it?” He replies in a low grumble, looking down at you from the corner of his eye.

“You said you were an alien, right?”

He huffs a pompous laugh, “A Cybertronian, yes.”

“So… is your planet up there somewhere?”

And you’re met with silence.

“Starscream?” You repeat.

“…yes,” he finally answers— though his tone is softer than you had ever heard from him before.

You shift from lying down to resting your weight onto your elbows behind you. “Is it visible from here?”

There’s another huff, but it’s more resigned this time. “No. Though I know its general location from this angle.”

You lean forwards, squinting— trying to get an idea of where Starscream had been looking just from the perspective of his head. But then, you suddenly pull yourself backwards as something slowly raises itself before you.

A single, dark navy servo.

You look between the hand and Starscream’s face for a moment, dumbfounded— but you decide to just take the chance and hop on. He wasn’t even looking at you, who knows how long this offer would last? Leaving your sleeping bag behind, you clamber into his palm, and the very moment you’re settled down is when Starscream raises you into the air, level with his chest.

With his free servo, he points northwest. “There. Just past that cluster of stars.”

You squint again, trying your best to follow his pointed digit. You wished you were more astronomically adept. “The… the group of seven or eight stars there, all bundled up against each other?”

Starscream nods. “There, thousands upon thousands of lightyears away, lies Cybertron.”

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #Transformers prime #Transformers Prime x reader #TFP #TFP x reader #Starscream #Starscream x reader #TFP Starscream #TFP Starscream x reader

[zhongrin]

ꦱꦸꦒꦺꦁꦢꦭꦸꦱꦪꦁ

◇ characters ◇ kaeya

◇ tags ◇ gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is sick and clingy (don't we all-), kaeya is so soggy and in love it's making my teeth hurt

◇ a/n ◇ happy holidays, all!! this is a fic for the genshin impact x reader secret santa 2022 event and is dedicated to @maaarshieee! hi there! we've never really interacted before but i found your blog because of the event and can i just say, your works are so sldkfjlskjdflsd. i wish this was longer but i am out of writing juice and i am hoping that you like the finished product :3

my javanese is super rusty so i might have butchered that title but yk what i am curious how many people can read it lmao no google translate to help you this time- ok fine i'll stop being mean- [en] translation of that title is 'good night, dear'.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“kaeyaaaa....”

“darling, go back to bed.”

it’s hard to take kaeya seriously when he’s standing in your kitchen with an apron and a ladle in his hand as he nurses a pot of porridge bought from good hunter this morning.

you pout and wobble towards him, eyes droopy and face flushed from your fever. with his swift reflexes and subtle display of precise control he has over his vision, the cavalry captain freezes off the fire on the stove before catching your body in his embrace. he's going to struggle to light the fire again without diluc's help, but your safety matters most and he doesn't think you'd appreciate your house burning down even in your delirious state.

you then proceeded to nuzzle him affectionately; he’s cool and smells good and comfy - the perfect companion for your feverish self, “missed you.”

“am i so attractive you crave my presence after just ten minutes of being deprived of it, hmm?”

you can’t see it, but a bashful, fond smile spreads unto your boyfriend’s lips when you readily nod against his chest. your sick self might be ten times needier than the normal you and is quite a handful, but he personally adores the way you oh-so-naturally seek and cling to him. it tells him that you need him even when you’re not in a rational state - that you trust him to care for you when you’re most vulnerable.

he’s wanted. he’s needed. by you. the light of his life.

but while he’s so smitten by your endearing self, he, unfortunately, also has to play the bad cop to ensure that you recover well under his care.

“just five more minutes, sweetheart. go lie down and i’ll bring you some food, then you can take your medicine.”

“mmm… don’ wanna…”

“do you want me to revoke your cuddling privileges?”

you look up at him with such horror in your expression, and he urges himself to not break his serious facade. had you known the way you're able to easily tug on his heartstrings, he’s sure it would be the end of him. it takes every bit of his determination to not crumble upon the crestfallen look in your pretty eyes and the slight downturn of your lips.

“… i’m sorry,” you finally say after a few beats of silence, understanding that he's not going to change his mind.

“you don’t have to apologize, love. just go lie down, and i’ll be with you in a se-”

“your day off,” a sniffle leaves you, “our date. i ruined it.”

your guilt isn’t unfounded - the knights of favorius doesn’t exactly have holiday breaks or frequent day offs. after all, disturbances of any kind still happen. rain or sun, summer or winter, hilichurl attacks and nefarious crimes threatens mondstadt and its citizens at all times. and so as the official protectors of the nation, it's only normal for them to be on standby at all times. and yet, now that your knightly boyfriend had managed to take his hard-earned vacation…

the edges of his eyes soften and kaeya hums, raising his hands to cup your burning cheeks and wipe the tear that had just fallen off the side of your eyes. you sigh in contentment at the feeling, and this time he’s unable to hold himself back from pressing a long kiss to your forehead; the cold sensation a pleasant distraction from the burning temperature of your body.

“is that what you’re so worried about? we can always go on dates another time,” he quickly adds when he sees you about to protest his claims, “and i don’t mind taking care of you on my day off. think of it as a repayment for all those times you nurse my hangovers.”

“but…”

“[name], darling,” the teasing lilt in his voice is nowhere to be found when he tilts your chin so your gazes meet, “it’s really fine. as long as we’re together.”

you give him a weak smile and shift to stand on your tiptoes, bringing your lips together in a sweet ki-

“-oops, naughty, naughty,” kaeya laughs from behind his palm that had covered his lips, effectively blocking your attempt at a kiss. upon seeing how offended you look, he laughs harder, hand moving to pinch your puffed up cheeks, distorting your series of grumbled protests. “i’m sorry, sweetheart, but i don’t want to get sick. sharing germs aren’t exactly caring, you see?”

“bu’ i wan a kith-” your plead is muffled against his hands and a fond look crosses your boyfriend’s face.

he’s always been weak to any sort of requests you make, especially if said request involves your ardent desire to profess your affection to him. it took him quite a while to feel worthy of your love in your early stage of relationship, but he has learned to enjoy them immensely now - although that’s not to say that he appreciates them any less. you’re still as precious to him as the first day he fell in love - if not more -now that he’s had a taste of how it feels to belong to you.

“when you're fully recovered, i’ll give you as many kisses as you want.”

“…… promise?”

“promise.”

“okay…”

“good, now that that’s settled - would you like to be carried to bed, your majesty?” your suave knight is back with the question, pearly white teeth glinting as he gives you a dashing smile.

you don't bother answering him verbally, but he still readily held you up the moment you latch onto him like an adorable sloth. it’s a short walk to the bedroom from your kitchen, and you spend the short time of tranquility nuzzling onto the knight’s shoulder, eyes closing peacefully as the feeling of safety wraps you in a blanket.

kaeya lowers you onto your bed gently, helps you adjust your pillow, and tugs the blanket up to cover your body. only when you’re tucked in comfortably your boyfriend allows himself to lovingly pat your cheek and places a kiss on the crown of your head, murmuring something under his breath; a language unknown to most and lost to time.

“what’s that one mean?” you ask drowsily, not recognizing the phrase of this specific one. you can recognize khaenri’ahn for i love you and be safe simply because of kaeya’s routinely reminders, but this one sounded foreign in your ears.

“it means ‘get well soon’,” he says as his palm rests against your cheek, further cooling the warm skin.

“i will,” leaving him with the promise, you drift onto the land of dreams.

kaeya stays for a few minutes and tells himself that it’s only so he’s sure that you’re asleep - and most definitely not because he missed your presence just as much as you did. eyeing your soft, relaxed sleeping face, he holds back the urge to press a quick kiss to the corner of your lips and redirects his target to the side of your temple instead.

another phrase falls from his lips; another routine, although he’s positive you wouldn’t recognize the words either, because he’s always said it whenever you’re sound asleep. it’s a little different than the others, only because in the language, there are a few meanings to those words.

good night.

sleep well.

i’ll be there with you when you open your eyes.

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[world-of-aus]

Love & Barbells - pt. 3

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky (gym crush) x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sam being the best gym bro, Bucky being an absolute sweetheart/flirt.

Authors Note: I have been extremely idle on here, but I finally found some inspiration and decided to run with what little I got. Thank you all for continuing to be here and read for those that are. Hopefully the pixie dust will continue to sprinkle itself around me so that I can continue to push these out. Enjoy and happy readings Buns!

“Come on girl, one more, that’s it, up, up, up!” Though your hot in the face you let Sams words and mirroring stance push you to finish your last set, a relief washing over you in the form of a weak smile as your hand meets his in a lame attempt at a high-five of a job well done. 

“Drop your weights and go get some water, you earned it,” he grins, teasing laced in his tone. You don’t need to be told twice as you place them on the mat, your arms like noodles as you drop into a low squat reaching for your water bottle as you watch Sam and Steve partner up, Bucky walking over to you, sweaty grin on his lips. 

He drops into a similar squat, “so what do you think, not too bad right,” he questions breathy laugh slipping past his lips as he watches for your reaction. 

You swallow down the water held in your mouth, running your fingers over your lips before you speak, “watching and doing are definitely two different things,” is what you offer and the grin that morphs fairly quickly into a smirk has you hiding behind another sip of your bottle. 

“you watch us y/n,” he teases smirk growing as he watches your burning face. You will the water down before capping your bottle and placing it down, hopping to save yourself some embarrassment, “doesn’t everyone watch at some point,” you throw back, “and yeah I do, it’s kind of hard not too.” 

You had already dug yourself this far, why not keep digging? 

The way his brow raises smirk pulling higher is endearing, “I like the little group you have going, its tight knit, you guys fit.” 

Bucky smiles, “well I’d hope we do seeing as we’re all friends outside of this.” The brunette laughs at your mock shock, “friends outside of this, I would have never guessed.” 

“Enjoying your break,” Sam questions through a breath as he and Steve close in on the two of you. 

“This was a break?” 

Steve and Bucky are snorting back a laugh, Sam’s brows shooting up, a grin pulling at his lips, “so that’s how this is, you want more?” 

Your extending a hand out to him, “give me something to cry about later Sam.” Sam let’s out a whistle grabbing your hand in his as he pulls you up, “I like you, might just trade you for Steve sorry Buck.” 

Steve laughs as he moves closer to Bucky, “c’mon Buck let’s go pull some cables.” 

“Don’t go to hard on her Wilson she owes me a leg day!” 

He’s waving them off, “wouldn’t dream of it Barnes, I think she can handle it,” he calls over his shoulder as he leads you to the next equipment. 

Sam manages to put you through the ringer, or at least tries to, “you’re something,” he pants wiping sweat from his brow as he turns to you, “I can see now why you catch Barnes attention here and there.” 

Your hands fall to your hips, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you catch on to his words, “everyone at one point or another stares while they’re at the gym Sam.” He laughs, “true, but I see now why big guy over there gets all lost on you between sets.”  

You raise a brow waiting, “you’re good at what you do, you don’t come here to play, you come here to put in work and you push.” A smile pulls at your lips, “thank you, that’s the main reason I come here, to put in work - to feel good about myself, to feel strong.” 

Your fist is meeting his, “That’s what I’m talking about! Hey listen if you’re ever wanting to join us for one of our sets don’t even think twice, just come on over and shuffle yourself in.” 

“Really,” you question, “I really wouldn’t want to intrude, I was telling Bucky earlier that I like your dynamic, it’s tight knit, you all fit in with one another.” 

“Well we’ve been training for months now and been friends for longer so yeah we fit, but there’s always room for more,” he grins. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, so what’s next?” 

His grin grows, “you want more, well come on then let’s hit the next set!” 

You take up Sam’s offer, though to be fair it was technically the promised leg day you would take Bucky through, you had started off strong just the two of you. 

“You know as long as I’ve been here I don’t think I’ve seen too many people stretch before their leg day.” 

You look over at him as he helps you rack your warm up weight, “I wouldn’t before,” you reveal, “its actually not until I started really going up in weight that I realized it’s importance during heavy lifts, I also learned not to just jump into it, you need to warm your muscles up.” 

He’s flashing you a grin, “smart girl, so you’ll let me know when you need me?” 

Your legs are shaking and you haven’t even begun, “yeah, I’d say the first set I should be fine but once we up the weight – well you’ve seen me struggling so.” 

He chuckles watching you intently as you settle under the bar readying yourself as you unrack the weight and settle into your stance. You worry as you begin your descend that you may not be able to perform like you usually do with having him so close, you were used to him being across the gym unaware of you. 

Bucky proves you wrong, encouraging your every rep despite it only being the warm up. And you return the favor when he performs his, being rewarded with that knee buckling smile after every descend. 

At the first add of weight Bucky settles in behind you, not close enough to catch your weight, but at the stand by, a watchful eye. A grin is pulling at your lips when you find that watchful eye a little too watchful, his eyes following much more than just your form. 

Your eyes catch his gaze in the mirror when you pause at the top, “how's my form,” you breathe through a laugh. You’re not expecting the lower lip lick, “it looks good.” Your knees nearly buckle under the added weight and as you go forward to rerack, he’s reaching for you. “Hold on now,” he chuckles hands settling on your ribs, “you’re not done yet sweetheart, come on now give me one more.” You feel warm beneath his guiding hands, his fingers tapping against your skin as he follows you down.  

His touch makes you weak, what should have been an easy rep has become hard your legs struggling to get you to the top. “That’s it, come on get to the top sweetheart, come on now,” he encourages. Following his guide you get the last rep out, your legs stumbling forward as you rerack it, his form close as he helps you.  

You slip out from under the bar turning to face him a smile on his pink lips, “you good to go up in weight, don’t want you burning out, we barely just started.” 

Your roll your eyes only slightly, “I’m hitting max weight today Bucky, c’mon now get under here.” 

“You or the bar?” 

You want to smack the shit eating grin that grows on his face, instead the back of your hand meets his clothed chest, “get under the bar Bucky.” He moves in chuckling under his breath as he goes, your form sliding in behind him like a smaller shadow.  

His reps are effortless, little strain show in his features as he surpasses his reps, “do you even need a spotter, making it look real easy.” Bucky slips out from under, following opposite you as you add more weight to the bar, “when you have the perfect spotter reps do come easy.” 

Your heart swoops, stomach somersaulting as you add your weight, your form going around as you settle yourself under the bar, Bucky settling in behind you. He falls in closer, hands hover just above your skin as you push the bar off the rack, stepping back into him as you brace your core for the first rep. 

He’s breathing words of encouragement into your ear for every rep you manage to get out despite the shake to your head and the disagreement that you cannot falling from your lips. His hands are on you now, your back aching from the added weight, “c’mon y/n, just one more, one more and we can move on c’mon now.” Your gaze is on his in the mirror, your head shaking, “I can’t, my legs are shot m’gonna fail this one,” you groan. 

“c’mon now, I’m right here,” he adds as he brushes his chest up against your back, his hands now stretched out in front of you, “you’re not gonna fail, m’right here, c’mon now.” You work up the gut, bracing yourself as you suck in a breath, “that’s it, ready,” you release your breath, your form going down with his. 

You hit the squat, the struggle striking, “push,” he encourages, “c’mon push!” Your groan is muffled as you strain to push up to full height, “c’mon y/n, c’mon y/n!” You see Sam coming up in the mirror, his face set in determination as he watches you, “let’s go y/n, you’ve got this,” Steve chimes in, both of them coming to your side. 

Bucky’s still there breathing encouragement into your ear willing you to keep going up as he follows your lead, “that’s it, that’s it c’mon now – yes, yes there it is, there she is,” you hear as you push to full height, a tired grin pulling at your lips. 

“Jesus christ,” you mumble as you stumble forward with Bucky, thighs shaking as you rerack the weight. They’re all there to offer you praise as you lean up against the bar, “never doubt yourself, you’re stronger than you think.” 

You smile legs putty for just your first exercise, “with the perfect help I’m sure I can do anything, thank you,” you say squeezing his shoulder. “C’mon now,” Sam starts getting your attention, “Buck might have been behind you pushing you to give your best but that rep was all you, he was just the net should you fall,” “but you didn’t,” Steve points. 

“Thanks guys, you guys really motivate me, whether here with me or from across the room, you guys have always pushed me through my exercises if it hadn’t happened already, I would have eventually worked up the courage to ask one of you to spot me,” you reveal. 

There are similar smiles on all their lips, “well isn’t a good thing you caught Barnes attention then,” Sam gets out nudging the brunette next to you. Bucky swats at him making you all chuckle, “you done Wilson we were just about to move onto our next set.” 

“Actually, Steve and I were wondering if you wouldn’t mind us working in,” he says looking between the two of you, “I know I mentioned here to y/n that she could shuffle herself in whenever she felt like it and I’m thinking why not.” 

“I don’t mind,” you’re the first to supply, you look at Bucky, he’s shrugging his shoulders surprising you by throwing his arm over your shoulder pulling you from the rack, “I’m okay with it but you’re already a set behind, get on with it.” 

Steve and Sam are laughing as they settle into the squat rack, Bucky leading you over to the leg press right next to them. “I’ll go first, give you a break.” 

“What a gentleman,” you hear Sam tease. “Hope you’re prepared y/n,” Steve says as he unracks the weight this is what it's like all the time.” 

As you looked over the group, your eyes falling on Bucky last as he kicked off the leg press you find that you didn’t mind, you didn’t mind at all. 

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[luminous-letters]

hello! for your event, may i request "i wish i knew you wanted me" with leona? congrats on 1k!!!

omg thank you so much anon 💛✨

also, i'm so sorry for answering so late 😭

To The Very Last Letter

"Oi, Leona! This stuff's yours right?" Ruggie tossed the small cardboard box in Leona's direction.

It wasn't eye-catching in any way. The box had the color gray, it was barren and worn. One would've mistaken it for another one of the things Leona scatters around, only to forget it later.

"Where'd you even get this?" Leona said, analyzing it from the outside.

"Savanaclaw's new house warden sent it here. You should be thankful that the guy hadn't thrown it away."

Savanaclaw. He hadn't heard that name for years now. How was the dorm doing? Is the botanical garden the same cozy place it was then? Has Crewel gotten wrinkles? How's the herbivore and that gremlin doing?

"How are those two?"

"Well, they're Assistant Headmaster something something. Kind of forgot the details. But they're doing pretty well if that's what you were wondering about," Ruggie shrugged.

The news made him feel a little at ease. As much as he'd like to have a chat between tea, he had so much paperwork left to do. The kingdom, legal stuff, trade, memos he needed to sign, and foreign affairs. Needless to say, he's got a lot on his plate.

Or maybe that's just an excuse for being lazy?

"Is this...?"

Thin stacks of letters were the contents of the box. They had a wide range of colors, some white, some orange, some even had more colors than one. All of them, no doubt, were the ones you sent him a while back.

"Ruggie, make sure the squirt goes to his lessons this time. That old baboon wouldn't shut up if he misses it again."

"Just like his Unca Leona," Ruggie snickered.

"Can't have our future king slacking off is all."

The hyena paused for a moment. It's been seven years since Leona assumed the throne, and seven years since the former king passed. He had agreed to be temporary king, to reign until Cheka had come of age and was fit to rule over Sunset Savannah. The wear and stress of the position took its toll on him.

Leona looked nothing like the proud house warden he once was. The circles under his eyes grew larger and more defined with the weeks. And he'd rarely see him come out of his office, and his eyes never looked dimmer than it was.

"Fine, fine. Take a break when you're done."

"I doubt I could even if I wanted to."

With Ruggie out the door, Leona was left with the mountains of paperwork and the stack of your letters.

"These could wait," he glanced at the box, putting it away in a drawer.

The night turned to day and night again. The towers of paper were reduced greatly by now. Meaning, that he had some time to slack off until the next hour.

The coffee on his desk had gone cold, and the bread turned stale from the hours of ignoring it. But it was still a good snack as any, he thought, too occupied to be bothered to ask for a new batch.

He decided that rereading your little letters would be better than staring at nothing. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't sleep. It felt like even the slightest neglect would result in everything he worked hard for to come crashing down. For all of the respect he's earned to turn into dust again.

"Alright, herbivore, let's see what you got."

The first letter was purple, with the mark of Octavinelle printed on the lower right corner in faint gold color.

To Leona Kingscholar,

Hey there. I hope this letter finds you well.

I wanted to thank you for your help back there. If it weren't for you, Grim and I would probably be on the streets.

I asked Jack what kind of food you liked. And he answered me with, "Expensive meat, probably." He had the same answer as Ruggie, so I went for it.

The ingredients were hard to procure, but Octavinelle lent us a few madols to compensate. And the ghosts told me they could help me make it.

So, I wanted to invite you for a feast. Ramshackle, at 7:30 p.m. You're not obligated to come, but I'd feel so much better if you would.

—Sincerely, MC

The memory earned a chuckle from him. He remembered how you waited for him on your dorm's porch. He couldn't forget how you looked like you were about to fall asleep right then and there.

He picked out another one, multicolored, with red, black, and gold. It was richly decorated with bundles of blue and yellow as if it was screaming 'rich!' at the top of its lungs.

To Leona Kingscholar,

Can you believe it? Jamil held us hostage! If we knew it would've ended up like that we never would've helped him in the kitchen.

Enough of that, how's your winter break so far? Does it snow back there? Or is it just cold? If it did, I bet you'd look goofy wearing a sweater. Do you have to wear something to warm your tail too?

That's pretty much all I wanted to say. I look forward to your return. Who knows, there might be a surprise waiting for you.

—Herbivore

A plush toy. That's what was waiting for him. You got him a small lion plushie as a gift. Reluctantly, he accepted it anyway. To this day, it's still neatly stored in one of his closets.

The third one was a vibrant hue of purple. It was laced with gold on the edges and had a kind of sheen.

To Leona,

Hey, how are things?

The VDC turned out better than I anticipated. I should give credit to Vil for helping us all throughout.

I was looking for you in the crowd. But I couldn't find anywhere I looked. Maybe you were busy with final stage maintenance?

That's too bad, I was hoping that you'd come see their performance. Who knew Ace and Deuce had some good moves up their sleeve?

Hey, Leona, if it's not too much trouble... Would you like to join me for dinner? There's a new restaurant in town. Cater sent me a few pictures of the venue, and I couldn't help but think of Savanaclaw.

Hoping for a reply.

—Sincerely, Herbivore

He hadn't sent a reply.

The last one of the four was more formal. It was black, decorated with little lines of gold. And the seal of NRC was still intact.

"I haven't seen this one before..."

To Leona Kingscholar,

Congratulations. As your fellow schoolmate, I'm here to bid you farewell. We had a good school year together, don't you think?

After this you'll be out on the field, no? That's what Cater told me. Then it means you won't be around much. That's a shame, I'll miss you napping around the botanical garden for sure.

No joke, I'll really miss having you around. But don't let that hold you back. I'm sure you'll be known as the great wizard you are. Don't give up and keep looking forward.

Pardon the cheesiness.

We plan on holding a farewell party for all the seniors. I hope you can stop by Ramshackle, Grim and I've prepared a lot of good food.

That, and I want to tell you something. I honestly wanted to tell you this in person, but I'm worried that you might not come. I don't want to waste this opportunity to tell you that...

Leona Kingscholar, I love you.

—Your Herbivore, MC

Leona put away the letters. The gray box was stowed away in his drawer, he doesn't know when he'll be taking it out soon.

"If I had known, I would've loved you... I would've..."

When did he start crying?

He retired for the night, not in the mood for work.

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[adastra121]

Alon the Stray Hound

I redesigned my Touchstarved Hound!MC to have more of a showman-y vibe, since they’re a magician. Do you believe in the heart of the cards?

Pronouns: Usually uses She/They, but they’re honestly fine with any pronouns Birthday: November 30 Height: 4’11 / 150cm Personality: So a bleeding heart, unwarranted hero complex, and astounding immaturity walk into the Wick and see that their good friends, dignity and self-preservation couldn’t make it… Likes: Street food, dancing, rowdy taverns, making friends, pranks, adventure Dislikes: Rules, rich people, rainy days, boredom, bullies Fatal flaw: Would turn her self-destruction into a joke, but hey, at least it’d make for a decent stand-up routine in hell Other: She has a terrible singing voice that was once mistakenly reported as a Soulless attack — by the end of the song, the neighbours probably preferred a Soulless attack. Quote: “Look, buddy, I’m no stranger to failure — ideally, you don’t, but if you do, best to have fun with it, yeah?”

More about them below:

Alon is cheerful, mischievous, and outgoing. They love to make new friends wherever they are.

She’s restless, never stays in one place, and fidgets a lot, so she practised sleight of hand from a young age. It came in handy haha for thieving, but they’ve also become quite good at street magic. It’s not the real thing, of course, but it opens up busking as an option to earn coin (and get close enough to unsuspecting rich folks’ pockets in the process)

They specialize in street magic, which combines close-up, stage, and platform magic. They also do escapology (good at picking locks and getting out of sticky situations) and comedy magic (they don't shut up).

She has a lucky deck of cards that she usually shuffles and fidgets with.

As a trickster and magician, she tends to use tricks, jokes, and the unexpected in confrontations. They’re hard to catch, easy to miss—

Her fighting style is summarized by that one clip with RDJ as Sherlock where he keeps discombobulating his opponent (give or take ten hours).

Unlike my other MCs, Alon has no specific reservations about Monsters. It’s kind of hard to when you’ve been threatened, abused, and betrayed by humans your entire life. Like, at that point, what worse could a Monster do to you? Anything they try, you guarantee a non-Monster already attempted.

100% the kind of person to, at someone pointing a knife at them, go, “Well. This night just took a sharp turn.” or “What’re you gonna do, stab me? …Damn, they actually stabbed me.” *surprised pikachu face*

They have a knack for breaking into places they shouldn’t be, like a persistent raccoon that keeps finding its way into your trash or attic. Back with their old crew, she was usually the one who could squeeze into the tight spaces as the smallest thief. So yeah, the Senobium being locked to outsiders is a bit of a hiccup in her plans, but they’re not deterred.

You’d think Alon would be more reserved and distant because of their curse, but they’re actually a very physically affectionate person

Not to say they’re not cautious about it — she always keeps their hands bandaged or covered — she’s just found ways to give people physical affection without the use of her hands. They’d jokingly bump shoulders with someone. They’d lean on someone to physically comfort them. They nuzzle their head against their loved ones.

She doesn’t usually let strangers initiate physical contact, not necessarily because she’s uncomfortable with it, it’s usually for their own safety. Strangers don’t know them well enough to know her hands are off-limits. But if she’s known you for a while, she welcomes the physical exchanges.

They distance themself in their own ways. She hides pain or discomfort with jokes and charm. Good luck getting them to be serious about something she absolutely does not want to address.

Like their old crew’s betrayal. Some of them, they’ve known since they were a kid. They grew up together. And yet, when it came down to it, she wasn’t worth more to them than a fat purse of coin. “At least it was a fat purse of coin. Anything less and damn, they’d have really hurt my feelings!”

Direct questions about their cursed hands usually lead to jokes and misdirection, I wonder if you caught that, by the way:

“Want to tell me what’s up with the bandages?” “What bandages?” “Okay.”

“Pffft, you believe hands are real?”

“You’re looking at the aftermath of a super embarrassing tattoo I got one night while drunk as shit. Highly recommend the artist, though. Y'heard of Rahim?”

“Important piece of cooking advice, don’t put out grease fires with water! …Oh, that has nothing to do with my bandages, it’s just a good tip to remember.”

“I’m saving them for marriage.”

“Bad case of halitosis.” “That’s an oral condition.” “…Real bad case.”

Aside from that, she’s rather open and wears their heart on their sleeve for any potential new friend.

Eridia is a new beginning, a new world far away from the walls she's always known. It's supposed to be all she's ever wanted, but beyond the excitement of a new adventure, she feels so alone it's almost paralyzing.

They go back to the dream they've had since childhood, they go back to focusing on finding a cure, and they keep moving forward because if they stop for even a second for the grief and loneliness to catch up to them, they don't know if they'll survive it.

Her zodiac sign is Sagittarius

MBTI is ENFP

Enneagram is 7w6

I also updated their character playlist. I associate her with more energetic music, like electro swing, songs that you could hear someone running away from the guards to:

“Monsoon Nights” by Sekai no Owari

“One Jump Ahead” by Brad Kane

“All Star” by Smashmouth

“The Hand that Feeds” by The Crave Wives

“To Noise Making (Sing)” by Hozier

“Curses” by The Crane Wives

“Tears of a Clown” by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

“Good Life” by OneRepublic

“Lost Boy” by Ruth B

“On Top of the World” by Greek Fire

“Good Riddance” Cover by Annapantsu ft. IdrysLTS

"Tavern Crawl" by Runesmith, JoCat, Annapantsu and friends Okay, I have, like, a vision. Alon is giving a tour through Eridia’s best spots. The first tavern is the Senobium’s gates. The second is Elyon's brothel (mostly because of the singer being unable to pay and how fitting “Rail-Away” is for a brothel). The third is the Seaspring (“Don’t be surprised by what lurks on inside and really, don’t fight it. Believe me, I tried.” to describe our pal Ocudeus). The last one is the Wet Wick and it’s their favourite because it’s got the Bloodhounds, always ready for a show (“This tavern’s my favourite, it’s got its own band, and they’re always more than happy to lend me a hand!”)

Here’s their new full character design!

I changed it from the original, which had a more swashbuckling pirate feel, since I wanted to incorporate more of the magician and performer aspects of Alon into their design. …It’s giving Wonka, lowkey. I did consider giving them a top hat but…yeah. XD

As with my other MCs, I incorporated their backstory symbol into their design. In Luneth, the Unnamed symbol is in her bodice. In Jin, the Alchemist symbol is in his medallion and spellbook. In Alon, the Hound symbol is in their cards.

I also tried to include the specific shapes of each backstory symbol in each MC so Jin’s design has a bunch of circles, Luneth’s has diamonds, and Alon has several triangles.

Here are the bios of my other Touchstarved MCs:

Luneth the Reluctant Unnamed

Jin the Abandoned Alchemist

#touchstarved #red spring studio #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #touchstarved hound #alon the hound #alon the stray hound #my oc #my original character #character bio #character profile #traditional art #my art #if we assume that all my touchstarved mcs' clothes were given to them by kuras #we can tell who his favourite and least favourite is XD #alon's the only mc of mine who didn't listen to him in the demo and tried to get up immediately after he told them not to #I originally assigned them as my fail run mc so I can pick all the funny choices even if they're the wrong ones #it's why I make all the jokes like they have negative rizz and they're speedrunning toward vere's bad end #but then I liked the potential for them with mhin and I'm going to try really hard to get a good ending so #joke's on me I guess

[praisethesuuun]

Hello, can I request for hercules and reader. The plot is she catches him cheating on her and by doing so, he’s broken her heart. But when he tries to win her back, she’s already happily married to Ares.

This was such a challenge, hope you like it tho❤️

Cheater!Hercules x reader x Ares

Type: angst, but fluff in the end

Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, mention of blood, mention of sex

The day was going far too well for your liking, and that means only one thing: something was horribly wrong. You woke up next to your significant other, Hercules, already awake and smiling, lighting up the room like the summer sun. His eyes full of life reflected the happiness that had invaded you instantly, while you moved closer to him kissing his soft lips. Everything Hercules did was flawless, his good and kind heart was infallible and you couldn't help but fall in love with him, regardless his human origin. From the window of your temple you could already see the clear cloudless sky of heaven, there was no sign of wind if not a soft cool breeze.

"Good morning, my love" you said, feeling his muscle flex under the touch of your fingers. Hercules he sighed as you started tracing every inch of his skin, watching you aroused and bringing his arms around your hips. "Morning...my goddess"

You decide to get up after a few minutes often to laze between the white covers of your bed, the chill air of the room struck your bare skin like the precise slash of a blade, while your lover was dressing up. The usual routine: you go about your duties as goddess of weapons, while Hercules goes to Zeus to leave for a new endeavour.

"I better get going, Zeus is gonna be so mad at me..." Hercules spoke with his head down as he adjusted his belt. "Then you better get going" you answered trying to hold him in your arms, but without success, since he had already left without looking you in the eyes. Weird, it was just weird, but you decided to ignore it, thinking it was simple anxiety about the fight ahead.

Passing an hand between your hair, you decide to leave your temple, saying goodbye to your handmaids on your way to one of the many arenas. As the goddess of weapons, your job was to inspire blacksmiths and to guide the hand of bold knights who pray to you with constancy, asking for victory in battle and the protection of an angel.

Precisely for this reason, your path often collides with that of the god Ares, your boyfriend's best friend, gentle like him, but with a head as hard as the helmet he wears.

Your work was important to you and your strength had earned you the respect of many deities, who saw you as a guide, a shoulder to lean on. And you loved every second of that, the role of hero suited you just as a sword slipped into its scabbard. Simply perfect.

"Lady Y/N, is good to see you here"

"It's where we work, Ares"

"Y-yeah, sorry"

As always, the smell of dirt filled your nostrils as you prepared to side with your favorite faction; while Ares joined the opposing faction. You two always did this: you never took the same side, but you liked to create some healthy competition between you, stimulating your passion for war and strengthening your bond. You decided to look into each other's eyes, the tension palpable as you waited for one of the two knights you were assisting to dare to make the first move. Your heart filled with a burning fire ready to explode inside you, Ares was gasping with anticipation and both of you could do nothing but scream as you heard the battle cry. You set out on a wild ride, even outpacing the horses, then clashing your weapons in a hypnotic dance. "Let's go!" said Ares smiling and ready to strike another blow, that you parried without problems.

Your fight lasted until there was only one fighter left standing on the battlefield...and it was yours. Both of your breaths were heavy, your armor was full of small scratches, while Ares' scarlet cloak was almost torn to shreds. You were the first to decide to break that silence: "That was good"

"Indeed" said the other, adjusting his blond curl and offering you his hand to return to Olympus; you grabbed it without a second thought, leaving that bloodbath to go home.

The only thought on your mind was to be able to see Hercules again: in reality, all the tension you vented with the sword was equivalent to the fear of losing your loved one, always ready to risk his life. "Are you ok?" asked you Ares, without leaving your side and with worry in his blue eyes. Sometimes, you wondered how such kind eyes could belong to a god of war.

You waited a few seconds before answering, then you talked: "I'm just worried about Hercules, he left this morning for a dangerous quest. I know he's strong, but..."

"Wait"

"Mh?"

"Are you sure?"

Now you were panicking. Your heart skipped a beat, the god looked at you with even more confusion than before, then resumed his speech: "Zeus didn't call him to the palace today"

"What?" you said, with the mind totally turned off and with even more questions than before. "I'll go search for him"

"Yeah, I'm coming too"

And having said that, you both set off in search of the missing demigod. Your ambition died down after you finished checking everywhere, while your eyes were already filling with tears. "Let's try your temple!" Ares suggested, placing a hand on your back and drawing circles on it to calm you down. "Y-yeah, you're right, maybe he's already a-at home"

How could you imagine, how could you predict such a thing. Before you, was your world completely crumbling, all your dreams in smoke and hopes in flames. Hercules' apologies weren't enough to justify one of your handmaids underneath him, completely naked and with his cock thrust inside her. Your eyes were wide open and your mouth wide open, you didn't know what to say and how to react: that person who can be considered as noble as honest had just stabbed you in the back. Ares was still beside you, looking at his friend in anger and disappointment; he didn't say anything either. There were so many words to say, but all of them floated around the room unspoken. Nobody dared to do it. Your servant began to get up slowly, covering her bare parts with a sheet and proceeding towards the door, her gaze lowered in shame at not meeting that of her mistress. Anger hit you right after. Your foot moved on its own, dropping her like a sack of potatoes, then you walked towards Hercules. "Hear me out, ple-"

He didn't even have time to finish the sentence, that your hand in contact with his cheek snatched the poor apologies from his mouth. "Out. Go out"

Hercules blanched, suddenly stiffened and threw himself out the door without thinking about covering himself: he thought only of disappearing and didn't even bother to pick up his new lover, which was forced to crawl away.

You and Ares were the only ones left in the room. The god of war didn't know what to do, yet his mind lit up as he saw your knees give out and your sobs slowly get louder and louder. All the anger was pouring out of your eyes, while your lip was bleeding from the force with which you were biting it. Ares threw himself on you, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead softly. "Everything will work out" he kept repeating like a broken record, while rocking you gently, without letting go for a single second. On the other hand, your honor had been scarred for life, just like the trust you had in your asshole ex-lover. You wanted to throw stones at fate, break the wings of all the angels still flying, but you weren't like that and now you should have only thought about recovering. Ares would have stood by you, crumbling every shred of respect he had for Hercules.

Time passed and many things changed: you had taken your life back in hand, thanks to the support of your friends and your fortitude; fortunately, the same could not be said for Hercules, who had fallen into a vortex of sadness and guilt. Not a day went by that his mind wasn't occupied by you, your laughter, your love and what he had lost. He couldn't even remember why he'd done you such a wrong, he'd completely forgotten and felt like a piece of shit for doing it. The ghost of your touch haunted him day and night, driving him mad even in his dreams; Hercules had lost the support of the deities he knew as soon as word got out, becoming a laughingstock to all who loved you. Until one day, he decided to put an end to his torments, if not completely mend the tear that was between you. He took his things, got ready, observing his deep dark circles for a few too many seconds, accompanied by a dull and melancholy look. He left his house, heading towards your beautiful temple, stomping the road he used to take with you. He didn't even have time to get to the gardens surrounding your little kingdom, that a familiar voice invaded his ears instantly. "Come here, little boy!"

"Ares?" thought the redhead, looking around. After a while he heard another voice, more melodious and ringing: "Listen to your father, Eagro!"

It was you, unmistakable. He began to follow your voices, his brain analyzing a thousand pieces of information per second as he thought back to what he had just overheard. He wandered behind the hedges for a while before coming to a clearing. Hercules didn't notice the beautiful flowers around it, but something else caught his eye: your figure was surrounded by a red cloak (very similar to that of Ares), while your husband was playing with a brat among the daisies. "I'll beat you, daddy!" "I'm sure you will, kiddo!"

Your smile was ethereal, much more sincere and beautiful than the one you wore when you were with him, it seemed more right. On one hand, he was angry with himself for throwing everything away: he could have been the one next to you, that could have been his son...

But on the other hand, he was happy to see you as brilliant as ever, accompanied by a better god than him. Ares would never have abandoned you, or betrayed or disappointed you; it was perfect. Hercules left silently, without looking back, his head filled with thoughts of a life never lived.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror x reader #ror x you #ror x y/n #record of ragnarok ares #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok heracles #snv x you #snv x reader #snv x y/n #snv ares #snv heracles

[dearestvante]

stars around my scars; kth. | 03.

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader genre: college au, goodgirl x badboy (sort of), angst, fluff warnings: lowercase writing, swearing, drinking, infidelity (not between you and tae), taehyung calls you 'angel', can be confusing at times (i'm a beginner and not a native english speaker), taehyung's "bad" reputation is slowly revealing, jungwon is a dick (nothing new), the end is kinda nice?? idk you tell me summary: people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good. wc: 4.8k

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after that night you never missed a chance to hang out with your newfound friends. well, mostly taehyung. the two of you would hang out on campus, study in the library accompanied (correction: annoyed) by jungkook, or get together at his place. you found out that he has a dog, a cute ball of fluff named yeontan, with the meanest expression you’ve ever seen. it seemed like he hated you, but taehyung reassured you that he behaves like this with everyone except him, so you shouldn’t take it personally. you didn’t, but also didn’t stop trying to make the little pup like you. no luck so far.

as you spent more and more time with taehyung and the closer you got to him, the harder it was to see him as the “bad boy” everyone paints him to be. at first glance, maybe, he seemed cold, but all it took is to catch him smile to see how warm of a person he actually is. he was kind-hearted and comforting with a beautiful, box-shaped smile that would make anyone else smile as well. what you didn’t notice about him though, was the fact that he was like that only around you. for everyone else, he remained as the mysterious boy with a mean expression and a bad reputation. a reputation he didn’t even earn, but they didn’t know that. you did.

november passed so quickly like this, and december was on the same track. by the time you noticed the fast passing of the months, it was time to pack for christmas break. usually, this time of the year was your favorite, but recent events weakened the relationship between you and your mother, so you weren’t so eager to go home. on the other hand, meeting her might be great opportunity to finally get on the same page.

as soon as you got off the train, the chilly december wind immediately made its way under your coat, making you shiver. you grabbed your suitcase with one hand and your bag’s strap with the other and carefully cut through the crowd, looking for your mom. passing a few overly emotional parents, you finally noticed her. she immediately made her way towards you, smiling wide. you didn’t realize just how much you missed her, until she appeared in front of you. differences or not, she was still your mom, the one person who was always there for you, no matter what. you dropped the bag from your shoulder on the top of the suitcase and greeted your mother with an embrace.

“i missed you.”

“i missed you too, sweetheart.” she replied, hugging you tightly. “how was the ride?”

“y’know, just the usual. loud, crowded and never-ending.” you said, picking your bags up as the two of you headed towards the car.

“why didn’t you buy a first-class ticket?” your mom raised an eyebrow as she opened the trunk.

“i did, but it’s christmas break, everyone’s coming home.” you explained, helping her pack your bags in the car.

“i’m glad you came home safely.”

on your way home, she asked you about your studies, which was one of her favorite activities. she never forgot to remind you that she had to go through the same experiences, always asking about her favorite professors - even though most of them already retired years ago - and giving you advice on how you should do this and that. you hated when she did that, trying to control your life, but now, as long as you didn’t have to talk about your ex, everything was fine.

stepping inside the house, you instantly felt your whole body fill with warmth, literally and metaphorically. it felt good, being at a place that didn’t feel empty and cold.

you unpacked most of your stuff and helped your mom with the last touches of the christmas decorations. ever since your dad left, you and your mom spent christmases by yourselves, decorating the house, and the tree, baking cookies, planning what you will make for dinner on christmas eve and giving each other personalized gifts. it wasn’t any different this year either, christmas passed pleasantly and peacefully, and you thought that your home’s atmosphere would stay at this state ‘til the end of winter break. but you were wrong. so wrong.

your family had a tradition, to organize a dinner party between the two holidays. on december 30th, all your family friends would gather at your house for a fancy, champagne-sipping type of event. although the number of guests slowly decreased ever since your dad wasn’t part of these events anymore, your mom still decided to organize it every year. it meant a lot to her. and that’s why, no matter how much you wanted to go, you had to skip taehyung’s birthday, in order to support your mother. jungkook begged you to go, standing in front of you with joined hands every time he caught you alone somewhere. it took him a whole week to understand that you have to be there. you thought about going, you thought about it a lot, and you really wanted to but you just couldn’t let your mom down.

“so, who’s coming tonight?” you asked, stealing a cupcake from the tray while your mom was busy organizing the table.

“the lims and kangs will be present, haerin said they will have to bring nabi too, their babysitter quit again.” nabi had a new babysitter almost every month, not everyone could handle her shenanigans. but you were one of the few who did, so you were happy they’re bringing her along too.

“oh, and of course the parks. jungwon is coming too. maybe you two can work on your differences tonight.”

and there it was, the names you feared the most. you couldn’t believe what you just heard. it’s not enough that he’s coming here, to your house, your mom expects you to talk to him? talk to him and treat him like he didn’t just ruin your life?

“you are unbelievable. i thought you let this all go, that you finally believe me.” the gathering teardrops burned your eyes, but you were more stubborn than to let them fall.

“i do believe you, sweetheart. i just don’t want you to hold a grudge forever.”

you didn’t say anything, just turned around and went upstairs to your room. you were too angry to cry, besides, you promised yourself that no more tears will be shed for jungwon, cause he does not deserve it. instead, you took a deep breath to clear your mind and figured that if you’re stuck with this dinner, you might as well make the most of it. so you dug up the hottest dress from the bottom of your dresser, paired it with some high heels, did a full face makeup (not just the usual mascara and lipgloss duo) and styled your hair. adding the final touches, standing in front of the full-lenght mirror, you were quite pleased with the outcome. nothing was too extreme on their own, but the little black dress, the makeup and the styled hair together created a look that was rather eye-catching.

as the clock passed seven, tonight’s guests slowly started arriving. every time the door opened, you quickly found a chore for yourself so your mom would greet the guests instead of you. the kangs were the first, as always. they were a precise and meticulous couple, with no kids. they were too busy, plus mrs. kang is a neatnik, so it’s probably better it’s just the two of them. the next guests were haerin and soohyuk, and their adorable baby, nabi. they were quite the opposite of the kangs, never on time, always leaving or losing something, let it be nabi’s pacifier or haerin’s keys, something always gets left behind. they might have been a little bit chaotic, but their always bright and kind nature certainly made up for it. they were followed by the lims, the eldest of the bunch, and last, the park family. haerin was very happy when she realized, that this is the first time they aren’t the last ones to arrive. you, on the other hand, weren’t so happy they showed up.

you were in the living room playing with nabi when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you turned around to see who is it, letting out a deep sigh when you faced them.

“hi.” jungwon greeted you with a smile. too bad you can’t return the favor. “you look pretty.”

“thanks.” you reply, and divert back your full attention to the baby girl, who seems just as annoyed by jungwon’s presence as you are, but you might have been just projecting.

“can we talk?” he was still standing there, not taking the obvious hints.

“no.” you answered, picking nabi up in your arms. you took her to the kitchen, which was, luckily, empty. she looked up at you, confused as of why you took her away from her toys, silently demanding an answer.

“sorry little one, the bad man was bothering me.”

“he is bad man?” nabi’s widely opened eyes suggested that you will need to elaborate on that statement a little further.

“don’t worry, he won’t hurt you” you said, softly pinching her cheek, as she smiled in relief.

since every one of the guests was here, it was time to start the dinner. you and your mom prepared a three-course meal for tonight, consisting of an appetizer, the main course and dessert. neither of you liked to brag about it, but both you and your mom were really great cooks, which was one of the key factors of tonight’s success. the dinner was quite delightful, when you weren’t helping out your mom, you spent most of the time talking to haerin and entertaining nabi, so her parents can eat in peace. you were in the middle of a sentence, when you heard your name from somewhere across the table. it was jungwon’s mom, trying to get your attention.

“yes, mrs. park. can i help you?”

“not me, darling.” she smiled forcefully, then turned to his son. “go on.”

you raised an eyebrow, not having an idea what is about to happen. does he want to publicly apologize?

“um, y/n i… i think you owe me an apology.”

you physically had to hold yourself back from yelling “what the fuck” in his face. after all, you couldn’t curse in front of a three year old.

“what do you mean?” you asked instead, clenching your fist so tight, you could feel your nails digging into your skin.

“your behavior towards me. it breaks my heart how easily you switched up on me, without listening to my side of the story.” he would be an excellent actor. so convincing that if you were just a little more gullible, you would actually believe that it’s you who is in the wrong here. he’s playing his part to perfection, making all the guests believe that what happened is actually your fault. suddenly the whole room is quiet, all eyes are on you.

“oh, how rude of me.” you say, dramatically touching your chest. he wants drama? well, he can get it. “i’m sorry for breaking up with you after you neglected me and our relationship for weeks. oh, and after you cheated on me while i was trying to fix our dying relationship. i am a terrible person for doing it, am i not?” you didn’t hold back, put your personal life all out there for everyone. you were tired of his lies, it was time to clear it all up. and that’s all it it took. you snapped him out of the act in seconds. you could see his eye twitch, his grip tightening around the utensils he’s holding. he opens his mouth to speak again, but your mom precedes him.

“you didn’t tell me that.”

“cause you never asked!” the awkward silence in the room made your voice sound even louder. she realized just now how wrong it was not to trust her own child. she opens her mouth, but closes it immediately, the guilt is stopping her from answering. there’s someone else in the room though, who’s guilt is not as strong, unfortunately.

“don’t try and blame it all on me!” jungwon says, out of nowhere, his whiny tone makes him sound like child. “let’s talk about that shady guy you left with during halloween, do you still hang out, hm? i’m sure your mom wouldn’t like you to be around such people like him” he glances at your mom to see her expression and when it’s what he’s hoped for, he continues “that’s why you didn’t tell her, right?”

“y/n? what is he talking about?” your mom, finally able to speak again, turns to you. you’re furious, eyes locked on the the loose-lipped guy sitting across you. your mind is in shambles, unable to think straight, so you squeeze your fists under the table even tighter, nails digging deeper and deeper into the soft skin of your palms, to prevent you from losing it. he’s enjoying it, that he has control again, diverting all attention from his wrongdoings back to your personal life. the other guests are shamelessly attentive, silently compelling an answer from you. when you don’t give one, jungwon turns to your mom and answers instead.

“kim taehyung. i’m sure it rings a bell for everyone.” he leans back into his chair, arms crossed, trying hard to hide how proud he is of himself. the room that was quiet until now is filled with gasps and oh my gods.

“are you out of your mind, y/n?!” your mom raises her voice to get your attention. “that’s the son of a criminal!”

all these people around you, acting like they know him just because they heard what his father did, made you even more frustrated. they had no right to talk about him the way they did, not when they don’t know him like you do. the picture they saw when they heard taehyung’s name couldn’t be more different than who he actually was, but none of them were interested in that. it was easier to place him in that box full of lies an misconceptions.

“i’m done.” you said, getting up from the table. you weren’t ready to have this conversation right now, when you knew that you can’t tell your side of the story nor change their minds anyways, no matter how hard you tried. thanks to jungwon, they already decided what the want to believe and clinged to it tightly. your mom tried to stop you from leaving, demanding an explanation, but you just shook her hands off yours and left, without looking back. you grabbed your coat and with the front door’s loud slam, you were gone.

walking aimlessly on a cold december night certainly helped you to clear your mind. you weren’t angry anymore, but undoubtably disappointed. first in your mother, but mostly in yourself. all these years have passed, yet you still can’t stand up for yourself, nor for someone you care about. though you rarely gave up without a fight, there were two people who always overpowered you. jungwon and your mom.

walking long distances in high heels was never exactly your strong suit, so when you reached the “lover’s bench” just a few blocks away from your house, it felt like a reward. rumor has it, if you sit on this bench with someone, you will end up falling in love with each other and stay together forever, and it did work out for some. not for you, though. soojin and jungwon both sat on this bench with you, and, well we see how that worked out.

as you sat there, massaging your sore legs, you noticed a car, slowing down as it approached you. you grabbed one of your heels, ready to use it as a weapon if it comes to that. the dark window rolled down, and behind it, a familiar face appeared. someone you haven’t seen in years.

“y/n, is that you?” the man was squinting his eyes, trying to recognize you in the dark.

“dad?! what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, eyes wide open.

“it’s… complicated. get in, you must be freezing out here.” he opened the door from the driver’s seat, but you refused.

“no way. not until you tell me what you want.”

he took a deep breath, contemplating how to tell you. “i came to apologize. now get in.”

he wasn’t wrong about you freezing, so after a few seconds, you gave in. in the end, he’s still your dad, it’s not like he’s gonna kidnap you.

“you’re a a few years late with that, don’t you think?” you turned to him, after closing the door.

“i know i am.” he turns to you too, after pulling over. “i want to apologize for what i did. and for taking so long to do so. i was a coward and ran away instead of facing the consequences of my actions. i’m sorry, but i couldn’t look in your eyes after that. i was ashamed, and i ran.”

you’ve never seen your dad like this before. so vulnerable, speaking from his heart. this was the first time hearing his side of the story. up until today, all you knew was that he cheated on your mom and ran away with the other woman. but if what he says is true, the latter never actually happened.

“so.. you left us because you felt guilty and ashamed and not because you loved someone else and wanted to be with her?” you ask after a few silent moments.

“i never saw her after that night. it was a reckless mistake, nothing more.”

“that doesn’t make it right, though. it changes things, but only slightly.” you’re aware how harsh your tone is, but you don’t really care. what he did was still wrong, and you’re not going to forgive nor forget so easily.

“i don’t expect you to forgive me, but thank you for listening.”

you nod quietly in response, not knowing what words would be appropriate in this situation.

“do you think your mom would listen to me as well?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

“oh, yeah definitely. she’s quick to forgive cheaters these days.” you scoff, causing your dad to stare at you with a shocked expression, reminding you that he’s kind of out of the loop.

“my boyfriend cheated on me, but she insists that i forgive him or something, cause he’s her best friend’s son.” you explain it quickly.

“oh.. wow.” your dad is still in shock, hence the short response. “that’s why you aren’t at the dinner right now, cause he is there, isn’t he?”

“that dinner was a whole mess.”

“no drunk stories from kang?” he asks with a playful smile, remembering the times he used to be part of this event, bringing out mr. kang’s not-so-perfect side. your dad made him drink just a bit more than he was supposed to, and he turned into a whole new person, telling stories from his young adulthood, which were mostly true, but definitely spiced up a little, for entertainment purposes. he even made his uptight wife smile once or twice.

“no, not this time.” you smile faintly, as the memories return, and you have to admit - although, only to yourself - that these dinners weren’t the same without your dad. nothing was. your mom tried to make up for everything that was missing after he left, and you appreciated her efforts, but something was always missing, and even though you hated to feel that way, there wasn’t a day when you didn’t miss your dad. you surpassed those feeling during the years, but now as you’re sitting beside him reminiscing the moments of the past, they’re slowly breaking free.

“i figure that home is the last place you want to be right now, so you’re welcome to stay at my hotel room, if you want.” he offers after a very accurate observation.

“i’ll think about it, thanks.” you nod with a weak smile.

“is there anything else i can do to make you feel better? i might not know what happened, but i can see that it’s tearing you. and i hate to see you like that.” there he is. the man that always sees right through you, no matter how deep you hide your feelings.

“actually, there is something you could do..”

before you entered the apartment complex, you took out your phone to leave a short message for your mom. sure, she was mad at you and you were mad at her, but you knew that she’s probably worried sick, cause you left a long time ago, and haven’t returned. you informed her that you’re fine, and told her not to wait, cause you’re probably not coming home tonight. after pressing ‘send’, you slipped the device back to your pocket and headed upstairs. the click-clacks of your heels were awfully loud in the quiet hallway, but luckily for the residents (and for you too, let’s be honest) you didn’t have to climb a lot of stairs to reach the apartment. you knock on the door once, no answer. you knock again, still nothing. you raise your hand to try again, but then the door suddenly whips open, revealing a furrow-browed boy behind it. his eyes widen at the sight of you, a grin forming on his lips.

“heeey, you made it. though you might be a little overdressed.” jungkook pulls you into a tight hug after scrutinizing you from head to toe. he did mention that this birthday party is not exactly a party, considering that it’s just him, taehyung and yeontan, so your appearance was, indeed, a bit too much. but your presence was appreciated anyway.

“yeah. change of plans. the birthday boy?” you ask, after quickly scanning the room.

“in the kitchen, preparing the goods.” jungkook imitates drinking from a bottle as he replies. “hurry up, hyung, your angel is here.”

“since when do you call me angel?” you look up at him, one eyebrow cocked, while taking off your shoes.

“can’t help it, fits so well.” jungkook says, helping you take off your coat.

as you approach the kitchen, you’re held off by yeontan, who’s sitting right in front of your feet. he looks up at you, tiny head tilted, his tongue peeking out. you bend down a little to pat his head, but as your hands gets closer, he growls, like always.

“tan, be nice.” taehyung appears behind him, handing you a glass of something as you straighten up. “i’m glad you could make it.” he says, smiling shyly.

“me too. happy birthday, taehyung.” you clink your glass to his, returning the smile.

the two of you join jungkook in the living room, who’s currently laying on the floor, for some reason. you stare at him, confused as you sit down on the couch, which he notices soon.

“it’s good for your back, trust me. well not yours, but mine.” he says, and sure, he is right, but right now you can read his behavior as a side effect of being tipsy. he downed the drink taehyung made technically in one go. looking at him do it, you decide it’s time you taste yours. you weren’t a big fan of alcohol, never understood how can people like something that tastes so horrible. you took a sip, and for your surprise, it tasted quite good.

“what’s in this?” you asked, pointing at the glass.

“it’s a secret.” taehyung and jungkook replied in sync, both of them having a mischievous grin on their faces.

you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the sight. during the past few weeks you had a chance to observe the friendship between jungkook and taehyung, and the best term to describe it was partners in crime. they were always up to something, giggling and doing their own personalized handshake while doing so. it was, indeed an endearing sight, and you always caught yourself smiling whenever you watched them together. but between all the mischief and bickering, there was also love and caring. neither of them were the type to say it out loud, but it was there, in the small gestures. watching them sometimes made you feel something, deeply, in the innermost nook of your heart. that used to be soojin’s place.

the rest of the night went on quite pleasantly. thanks to jungkook’s shitty memory, in the end you could personally give taehyung his gift, - which he made you promise not to buy, but it’s not your fault that his favorite artist has an exhibition and you were lucky enough to get tickets for it. in exchange, he insisted you go with him, saying that jungkook doesn’t appreciate art and he would end up making fun of the displayed pieces, so you agreed. during the night you told the boys all about the adventures of the dinner and that your dad is back. their shocked expressions were priceless and a perfect representation of how you felt the whole night.

after a few more drinks, and jungkook passing out on the couch, you called your dad to take you home. well, to his hotel. it was really late - or early, depends on perspective - so you didn’t want to bother your mom with your late arrival nor your dad’s sudden appearance. he agreed, and after a short debate on whether leaving jungkook alone like this is a good idea or not, taehyung decided, he will walk you out anyways. you two walked down the sidewalk quietly, waiting to spot your dad’s car somewhere in the parking lot. both of you felt that something in the air, but none of you could break the silence, not even with all that liquid courage in your system. at some point you stopped, taehyung did the same, and without giving too much thought to it, you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his waist. you noticed his heart rate increasing, thanks to your impulsive act, but he was quick to bring it back to normal, pulling you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. even with you high heels, you were still short next to him.

“thank you for coming tonight, it really meant a lot.”

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come sooner, it’s just, i had to be there for mom…”

“hey, it’s fine,” he cuts you off, lifting your chin, to look at him. “you still made it, that’s what matters.”

as you locked eyes with him, standing there in the pale moonlight, accompanied by nothing but the deep silence of the night, the whole world around you seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you, standing there, wrapped in each other’s arms. at least that’s what it would’ve felt like if the sharp sound of your message notification wouldn’t have pulled you back to reality. you let go of taehyung, reaching into your pocket. it was your dad, informing you that he’s here. the moment you had disappeared in a blink of an eye, which made you believe that you were thinking too much of it.

“it’s my dad, i gotta go.” you looked up at him once again, though this time, with a little more distance between the two of you.

“sure. i should go check on jungkook anyway.” taehyung said, standing a little awkwardly now, with both hands in his back pockets.

“say goodbye to him for me. good night.” you smiled softly.

“will do. take care, angel.”

sitting in your dad’s car, now on your way to the hotel, you could still smell taehyung’s cologne on yourself. you weren’t complaining about it, though.

“so, who is the boy?” you dad inquired.

“that’s taehyung. it was his birthday.. well yesterday.” you replied, glancing at your watch.

“i mean, who is he to you?”

“oh.. he’s a friend.” you answered naturally, but your dad did not seem convinced. sure, you spent a lot of time together, you knew all things he likes and dislikes, or how he gets shy and fidgety when complimented. and sure, every time he smiled at you, you would get flustered, every time he looked at you, you felt like you could get lost in those chocolate brown eyes of his, and you loved how your name - whether ‘angel’ or your real one - sounded in his deep, velvety voice. and sure, you might’ve been fantasizing about how it would feel to kiss him, not even five minutes ago, but that was just a silly little thought, friends can still be like that, right?

a/n. hello lovelies! here i present the third chapter. i think i worked the most on this one, but it's my favorite so far, even tho a lot of things happen at once lol. anyways, i hope you like it, and look forward to the next. likes, rbs, comments always appreaciated. take care ❤️‍🩹

#kim taehyung #bts x reader #taehyung ff #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #bts x fem!reader #taehyung x female reader

[scarletttries]

Scarlett I'm very happy for you! Wishing you a lifetime happiness💕🎉🧿 I'm writing you about your wedding project, oh How I love being ship with Kendall Roy! my name is Selin and I would like to see kendall falling in love with me when he was in the hospital💗 (maybe for Logan? Because I'm currently a new grad doctor🙋‍♀️) I like meeting new people, also I like cooking, spending time in the nature... I like little sweet coincidences🎈(bumping into each other type of coincidences maybe we meet like that?)...my dream date would include casual day picnic beneath big trees... my dream wedding includes full of spring flowers,not many people, but full of love and laughter,backyard of the house... thank you for your writing! I loved this project!

Thank you so much or your lovely well wishes, and congratulations on graduating as a doctor, that's so amazing! 😍 I'm very happy to ship you with.... Kendall Roy!

- When Logan is rushed into hospital after collapsing on his birthday, Kendall expects this to be one of the worst days of his life, his whole world seeming to crumble around him as his life threatens to change forever.

- The one thing that helps him feel on solid ground is you, his father's doctor, whose calm disposition and friendly smile seem to bring air back to his lungs and make it feel like everything might just be okay again. Every time you leave to go visit another patient he can feel himself craving being back in your company again, counting the minutes until you next return to check on his dad.

- When he can't stand waiting by Logan's beside without you for another moment, he goes to get himself a coffee downstairs, finding you just about to take a well earned break yourself. Kendall would shuffle over so timidly, asking quietly if he could sit with you for a few minutes to which you happily accept.

- To take his mind off his dad you'd talk all about where you're from, and all about the big park near you that you love to go for walks in. You complain about the hospital's food and tell Kendall about how you love to cook, and how when you cook for other people it's like its own kind of medicine. By the time you've finished your coffee Kendall has already fallen hard and is just about to ask for your number when your pager goes and you have to dash off to a patient before he gets the chance.

- Logan is discharged soon after that, and Kendall thinks he's missed his one and only chance to keep you in his life. Until one afternoon when he desperately needs some air and a break from his office, and he asks his driver to drop him at a local park, not sure exactly why its name had been echoing in his head all week. Wandering through the green space he feels calmer, looking up at the wide reaching canopies of the trees above him which filter through speckled sunlight that happens to land on an all too familiar face.

- "Can I sit with you for a few minutes?" He's far more confident than the last time you saw him, settling onto the bench beside you until you're catching up like old friends and he's already asked you if he can take you to dinner, getting your number before he misses his chance again.

- That park becomes yours and Kendall's favourite place to be together, spending your weekends picnicking beneath the trees. And sometimes Kendall even brings Sophie and Iverson to join you, knowing straight away that you're going to be an important person in his life for a long time to come.

- It would be under those same trees that Kendall would one day propose, and if you'd let him, he'd hire the whole park for an outdoor wedding in the peak of spring, bright flowers blooming across every inch, the sound of baby birds mixing perfectly with the string quartet that plays as you two say your vows, your little worlds combining forever. The two of you would dance all night long until finally all the guests have left and the two of you can lie on a blanket and look up at the stars, so grateful to the universe for bringing you together.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #succession #scarlett replies #scarletts wedding event

[dearlymrme]

Gotta Catch Them... (Secondo)

Summary: The headcanons nobody asked for that I'm gonna do anyway. What are the Papa's Pokémon?

I threw in this little bit. Every Papa has what can be called their 'mascot' Pokémon. The one present in all the interviews and magazine covers, and making stage appearances. Their starters are not necessarily their mascots, simply which on their team best represents them.

Also, every Papa has become a Papa in more way than one. In an effort to better prepare them for progeny, they are given an egg that hatches into a pre-evolved form. Can't let his Prime Mover do all the work. It's also to instill this idea of paternity as more than just status to the members of the church.

What happened to Papa's Pokémon after their death? The rumors are they were donated to the Clergy or simply just released. They could be sitting on a shelf in the crypt with their respective Papa's bodies. I can tell you one thing. They all put up a fight.

Secondo was an actual trainer in his youth and battled often. He keeps his Houndoom out as a companion. Catch him scratching the beast behind his horns once in a while, and much like Secondo, this tough look bastard melts into a big puppy. Both Sneazler and Salazzel like to stay out of their Pokeballs, but to avoid a fight, only one is allowed out at a time.

Starter. Secondo found this scrappy dog as a lad and decided as soon as he saw his bared teeth and rough personality that he was going to be his best friend. Secondo had to earn its loyalty, but after a lot of stubbornness and sausages snuck out from breakfast, he managed to befriend the beast. It was a long process, however, that often ended with Secondo getting lit on fire or bit. Secondo found him one day licking serious wounds from a fight. What kind of fight? Obviously, one it nearly didn't escape from. He nursed it back to health, and that finally won over the pooch. Catch this hound now evolved, sitting at his feet as an unmoving protector. On the day of Secondo's murder, scorch marks can be found against the walls outside of Secondo's door.

Secondo thought the Salandit male at first, and it quickly corrected him with a tail slap to the face. She seemed perfectly timed her evolution with his rise to fame as well. She is a sassy queen and aptly named. She gets very jealous when he hits on women. Loves to rub her scent on him, as though that's going to stop the girls from finding him attractive. Instead, it just made him sick the first few times, and now he's built up a tolerance to the poison. Now all it does is make him smell nice...and make women all the more attracted.

Another sassy queen. She and Salazzle butt heads often. As a Sneasle, she liked to tear upholstery. After evolving, that habit grew extreme, and she was since banished to the forest behind the Abbey. She has a favorite tree that is steadily working its way into a toothpick. She would often get in fights with Primo's Trevenant, but they seem to have come to an understanding that she is allowed her one tree if she breaks any of the Murkrow nests she spots. It's a losing battle, though.

Toxel was a very difficult 'child' and often threw tantrums for attention, intentionally making it hard for Secondo because of how much he fumbled into the role of 'father'. He did his best, well enough as Toxel evolved and the Pokémon has since mellowed out. It often chills near the fountain, strumming its belly and drawing a crowd of those siblings Pokémon that roam.

A sparring buddy for when Secondo needs to let out pent up aggression and wants to train. Alongside Hitmonchan, he keeps Secondo in shape.

Alongside Hitmonlee, he keeps Secondo fit and on his toes in a fight. Both Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan are constantly disciplined for destroying the sandbags. They can't help it, though. When being held, Secondo likes to enter them into tournaments.

#secondo #papa emeritus #papa emeritus ii #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #pokemon #pokemon crossover #my personal headcanons #dee writes #gotta catch them

[sniper-but-gayer]

You know what. I'm just going to post it here.

(Its not the best, considering i wrote it at 3 am, but I hope u enjoy!)

Engie x Reader

Prompt: "Your smile is so bright, it puts the stars to shame"

. . .

I sat in a chair next to Engineer, as he worked on his latest project. It was late, or early, whichever you would consider four in the morning. We were basking in a comfortable silence, and he would gesture for me to hand him a tool every once in a while.

I was lost in thought, thinking about who knows what, when the feeling of Dell's eyes snapped me from my trance.

The garage was dark, but his work lights set a lovely orange glow over everything.

Dell was watching me, with the smallest of smiles. He had taken his goggles and hard hat off long ago, and I was truly able to see him.

I met his gaze and lightly chuckled to myself, "What're you lookin' at, Dell?" I asked.

His face looked wistful as he sighed, smile only growing wider.

"You, sweetheart."

I broke the eye contact, bright red and smiling like an idiot. "God, what for?"

I felt a gentle hand close over mine, making me snap my attention back to his eyes. His beautiful, deep grey eyes.

He was leaning slightly forward, and I could feel those eyes wander over me. I felt my heart shudder, and my breath catch. 

His fingers entwined with mine, and he rubbed the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb. Christ, I must have been as red as a tomato by this point.

"When you smile," Dell whispered, "It puts the stars themselves to shame." 

I wanted to keep looking at him, at his sweet face, but my embarrassment overwhelmed me. My face split into a smile subconsciously and I couldn't help but laugh.

 "Oh, Dell. You're too kind to me." I shakily managed to say.

"I'm not lying, darlin'." He replied, reaching up with his gloved hand to turn my head back to him.

I felt his hand on my cheek, his thumb over my lips, and in that moment nothing else existed.

"Shit, Dell, I..." I swallowed harshly, the feeling of his hand caressing mine clouded my thoughts. 

"May I kiss you?" It was barely a whisper.

He smiled so genuinely, so kindly, and looked so loving I could have cried. 

"I would love nothing more, darlin'."

He leaned in, ever so slowly, and I felt my breathing become uneven. With the gloved hand still holding my face, he tipped my chin to face him better.

His lips were soft, and God did he kiss well. I instinctively wrapped my free arm around his head, holding him as if nothing else mattered.

He kissed me passionately, almost painstakingly slow. Dell tasted sweet, and I breathily sighed into him. I'm not sure how long we sat locked like this.

When he finally parted for breath, I was left panting, while he looked as if it had never happened at all. 

My grip around him suddenly tightened when he gently moved to lean backwards.

"No! I-, I mean please. Don't stop."

It was his turn to laugh. A light, sweet laugh. "I'll kiss you one more time, sweetheart. You'll have to wait for the third one." His tone turned playful, but still gentle. 

God, I must have been staring like a fool.

"I don't care how long I have to wait for this again. Just kiss me now, please." I quickly mumbled. 

He moved quicker then I could breathe. His arms around my neck and waist, holding me against his chest tightly. As our lips met again, this time it was more rough. I yelped in surprise, but the sound quickly softened into a sigh.

I felt his tongue against mine, as I panted in his grasp. I groaned against him, feeling pleasantly helpless when I couldn't break the kiss myself.

One of his hands combed roughly through my hair, earning a stuttered moan.

I felt him chuckle into the kiss, and siddenly bite my lower lip without warning. He pulled back when I cried out, faces still close enough to almost touch.

I desperately tried to catch my breath, realizing I was gripping his shirt tightly. "Mmph! God, Dell, I-"

"Ah-ah! You have to wait for the next one." He whispered, one hand moving from my back to my face. Holding my chin to firmly face him. His eyes were half-lidded, and his smirk made my heart skip. 

I was still steadying my breathing as he leaned back in his chair with a smug grin.

I grumbled, covering the bottom half of my face with one shaky hand. "I wouldn't have taken you for such a tease." I huffed.

He laughed at the muffled comment, the wonderful sound making my mouth tug upward.

Thank God I was covering it.

. . .

Hope yall enjoyed!! Also give me requests for other writing things! I'll do oneshots/headcanons/imagines!!

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[datastate]

@aforgottenballad​ :

rhythmically slaps my thighs in excitement. when I saw the title I might have squeaked a little bit firstly. secondly: oh my god. oh my fucking god. goodness gracious holy shit. I read this a little bit ago but I couldn't find words yet- the post you just made about Kai slipping and calling Gashu 'father' directly. I picked up on that and it just. I think it's the implication that 'father' is less a familial relation to him than a polite appellation. no more personal or affectionate than 'sir'. and so he doesn't catch his own mistake. that got the gears in my head turning in abject agony

that and the moments when it's clear something ranger said hits far too close to home. the panic turning into anger when rio uses *that* word. god. the scapegoat and the golden child having far more in common than they realize and yet their roles prevent them from being able to truly understand each other. the added layer of Rio's resentment of humans. they're jealous of each other to varying degrees despite the opposite role being its own separate form of hell. I wish I could beam all of my thoughts onto a projector screen

And Michiru. Puts my face in my hands. Her relationship with Kai is going to kill me. Of course he would resent her at first. Of course he wouldn't understand genuine kindness coming from any member of the organization. He can't even forgive himself for ever having been part of it regardless of all the good he strives to achieve now. Why would he have been trusting and forgiving of her initially? He must have seen anything connected to him back then as inherently tainted. Every action he took. Everyone who took part in the organization that had made him that way. I wonder how she earned his trust after it all. I wonder what she saw that made her want to help him. your previous fic seems to imply they're on civil terms in person as well at the very least. what drives her to speak to his AI as well? Is there a barrier she can't seem to break with the real Kai or is she just lonely. Oh I am going to implode.

Also Kai going dead silent once he's angry. Selective mutism diversity win /j

sorry for putting your tags on blast but this genuinely made me SO happy you have no idea!!! and i’d like to reply to some of it ahgmgs thank you so much for taking the time to write out your thoughts on it!

first: your kai playlist really has good song choices!!! i was actually struggling to figure out what i wanted this fic’s title to be, but i was listening to your playlist while i was editing it over and that lyric just. hit so hard and fit so well! so thank you

re: the gashu stuff... yeah you got it!! to kai, ‘father’ is no more than simple good manners / politeness. as how you would still thank someone you’re not fond of if they gave you back something you dropped, or you would still manage a ‘please’ when requesting something. kai and gashu (and ranger, at one point) are generally polite about things, and it’s how you get kai’s “please, miss nao” (while threatening her with a knife) and gashu’s “apologies if it gets dusty” (right after shooting his own son) ... it’s just a part of their own vernacular!

& where ranger’s too caught up thinking there’s no way in hell he’s got anything in common with this guy (derogatory), he doesn’t realize when kai first returns to that title he’s accustomed to - or any of the instances afterward ( since they have led themselves into a fight :’] )

[ this got a bit long, so putting it under the cut ]

“Ah, speaking of, would you mind telling me a bit about your father now? From how you speak, it feels as if he’s… fond of you.”

“Oh, ‘course he is.” Ranger laughed, putting his chin in his hands. “I’m his masterpiece after all!”

“Masterpiece,” Kai echoed in that same quiet tone.

...

“That makes no damn sense!”

“It makes plenty of sense,” Kai’s expression flattened once more, with only a ghost of that strange smile. “Consider this: should someone kill Father, what holds you back from killing them for his sake?”

1) when ranger is berating kai’s mindset because he can’t comprehend it, and kai is still silently processing that their father holds ranger in high regard.

“[...] You don’t understand how fucking lucky you are!”

Ranger didn’t realize when he stood up, but with it finally in the clear, he numbly sat down again on the backwards chair. The wiring in his wrist broke completely, now bent in an awkward shape from the earlier, impulsive damage. Tch.

“Rio…”

...

“Although I have now changed, you are right: [...] Those were my own actions, not Father’s. Even if he had influenced it, I never intended to deny my own hand in that cruelty.”

2) after kai realized ranger’s struggling to deal with his (lack of) emotion program, he allows his own brief vulnerability, and unconsciously uses that because he is trying to find common ground again. he feels like gashu has created yet another victim, and wants to try to reach out [like michiru did once, for him] to get him to wake up! and realize gashu hasn’t got his best intentions at heart.

“Father built you to love you.” There was something almost desperate to his voice. Ranger couldn’t care, even if he wanted to. “But did he not also program you to love him? [...] If you had the life I did, you would not be a masterpiece in his eyes. It is entirely unattainable.”

3) kai has fucked up. straight up. he has already pushed ranger too far, and he worries that ranger’s just straight up going to try to shut him down, so he forces his message through because - it can’t get any worse! and he knows he’s an AI, so where michiru is under strict watch for influencing gashu’s personal project, the worst kai will be is ‘deleted’, and he at least has the solace that either michiru will restore him and/or the real him is still alive.

re: scapegoat vs. golden child - i feel you on wanting to project all the thoughts onto a screen immediately ahgmgs like esp w these two it’s so... complicated to get down, but i’m really happy that their jealousy is still clear!!! one of the most tragic things with them i think is that they both resemble the parts that they wanted to be for gashu, but that they couldn’t ever manage it within their current [situation]

kai -

it wasn’t that kai was ever oblivious to the fact that, eventually, he’d have to kill people. it was that he was afraid that he would actually be able to do it. he’s capable, physically. but there’s a dissonance between him feeling like it’s not anyone’s place to end someone’s life (the reasons for which i’m trying to find the words for in another WIP orz) and knowing it’s his duty as an asunaro agent and gashu’s son to stop entertaining these thoughts he wasn’t prescribed with.

to kai, ranger is everything he wanted to attain. he wouldn’t feel remorse. he wouldn’t ever question it (because he was pre-programmed with it). he could focus entirely on being someone that gashu was proud of, and just maybe... he would finally have that affection, however brief. and maybe he’d have a purpose, at long last.

ranger -

although ranger doesn’t quite realize it, he just thinks his program has an excessive focus on anger and pride, he lacks the ability to fully love another person. this is not a case of simply being apathetic, because regardless of your situation, you certainly can be compassionate ... but for ranger, it’s that he completely rejects it on its base level, that although his initial program had that function to care about other people, it was removed and causes a weird error when he attempts to work through his emotions. so it’s better to not think of it at all.

of course, this becomes an issue when he’s trying to figure out how to... love gashu, back. or even safalin. those two have taken such care in helping him maintain himself and his position in asunaro. and all he has to offer them is being angry on their behalf - because he’s had the other parts behind that removed. any sort of affection he’d use to comfort them, any sorrow or compassion - it’s all gone. for kai to be able to feel things anywhere on the spectrum makes ranger so upset because he is limited to his own section - he doesn’t understand why anyone would willingly remain in it if they have the capacity for anything else. especially if they want to be shown something else.

he’s... a very strange case with this whole thing. he’s both achingly aware of it and not aware of it at all. whether it’s intentional denial or not, i’m not quite sure. ranger kind of (very much) sucks at being introspective, and for something such as this, i’m sure he’d resign himself to the whole idea that it’s unchangeable, so why bother? you know?

but of course, despite being products of their upbringing in their time as gashu’s apprentices (not really...children lol;;), any mistake is due for heavy punishment. while kai was able to get away with much before finally being sent to the chidouins with a very disappointing rank compared to gashu’s (who i believe is like. way up there, next to meister - the weaponry/medical departments are of primary importance to asunaro?), gashu’s patience almost completely ran out for ranger. he wouldn’t let him get away with much else...not that this was much issue, with how ranger’s program was finalized, but. gah. yea

re: michiru...i love her so much wahh [cw: very brief suicide mention in paragraph three]

the fic i mentioned earlier is actually one primarily based on kai & michiru, set just before kai is sent to the chidouins, but. the gist of their current relationship (platonic) is that michiru, when she was new to the organization, really did flock to anyone who consistently showed her respect. and because she was curated by gashu, she was primarily watched by him and would occasionally see kai (and gashu’s treatment of kai, as well)

she basically pitied him, which made kai angry beyond belief, because he... didn’t see anything wrong with it! at most, he just felt guilty for not upholding what he should’ve, but he often elected to try not to feel anything. to him, if he couldn’t break from this (for gashu - never for himself), he may as well be a dead man walking. gashu knew this too. he expected it to happen, as time went on. and that is why as kai fell in the ranks, to the point even michiru ranked higher than him even before she was fully indoctrinated? it shifted more from coworkers to kai being used as one of the first live test subjects of her healing salves and such (many of which were only effective in making the scar fade, not completely rid it...). he hated this, a lot, especially because it was the prime place for her to show that caring side of herself. she would apologize if it hurt him further, or he was allergic to it, and always have something prepared to neutralize the effects or clean up the reopened wound and try to soothe him.

throughout the time they were acquainted with each other, michiru always thought it was ... strange, that kai would return claiming the victim who was MIA had already committed suicide, or that he’d brought them thinking they were better off having the information extracted because they’re pathetically easy to scare into talking, or whatever other excuse he managed to avoid killing them directly. especially because she had access to the training footage, she knew he was more than capable.

anyway, i’m rambling LOL erm. whew. trying to summarize:

so basically she realizes he does have a conscience, for better or worse in his current situation, and kai thinks he’s basically dead and eventually confides things to try to warn her. he doesn’t want her to follow his path if she can help it, and he knows she’s too soft-hearted. because although michiru messes with corpses and some psychological aspects, she’s never killed someone with her own hands either. and kai would like to keep it that way, because she... is a kind person. and if he has to be cruel to her to prove that she needs to rid that part of herself, then so be it.

after kai is sent to the chidouins, she is the only one who still occasionally tries to reach out to him through messages here and there. he rarely replies to them, because he’s already dealing with a lot where he’s like “my work could not get any lower” and is very. bitter that she’s retained her position while he’s still alive just to be toyed with.

when the chidouins begin to open up to him, around then is when he’s like. Yeah okay. i’ve had problems with michiru but if i don’t have any contact with asunaro i’m going to lose my mind (he is very torn on it). this would be around when kai is 22, michiru is 24... they never really spoke at length before, but kai just. wants to know what’s going on with the facility (with his father), and michiru manages to excuse the first few meetings as kai asking to have some of the wounds concealed because one of the chidouins noticed it the other day. whenever she visits, someone [from weaponry] must check her materials and accompany her, but they stay just outside the door because she’s earned enough respect / is high-ranked enough to allow her some privacy. most of their messages thereafter must be digital, through asunaro, and presumably work-related only, but they still manage to slip in something more personal (although it’s. mostly on michiru’s side because kai is so so wary of asunaro and people already think michiru’s overemotional (esp compared to miley’s who’s basically hidden every aspect of herself))

time goes on, kai learns to soften up a bit w the chidouins, and extends that to michiru; the death game approaches, michiru has less time to visit and has to keep a close eye on ranger. they grow distant, and michiru is lonely (even with maple and ranger and hiyori (sometimes; he’s a wild card) as decent company...emiri sort of. scares her, and so much of her seems so fake and forced and vicious compared to the broken, angry wreck that first joined asunaro) ... eventually, michiru stops hearing from kai altogether. she considers trying to visit him in person once more before the death game begins, and even asks gashu if she could be the one to retrieve kai once the work with the chidouins is finished (which he obliges), but... well. michiru hears gashu’s anger over kai’s betrayal and it’s. a whole thing. cries and weeps.

OF COURSE... THIS IS ALL PERSONAL INTERPRETATION JUST BC I THINK THEY’D EVENTUALLY GET ALONG & WOULD HELP EACH OTHER OTL in my heart they could be friends...nankidai don’t break this for me ahgmgs

if you read this all, whew. that’s. yeah. but thank you!!! i like talking abt my writing & interpretations and your words do mean a lot to me & encourage me . thank you so much.

#ok [goes back to sleep now] #ahgmgs fr though i'm :D! this means so much to me #and yea kai is sooo fucking autistic it's unreal. how does nankidai do it! multiple times! #gin! sara! kai! alice! mishima! nao! and so on! but those are the most obvious examples imo #jestersvaguely #yttdposting #yttd meta #reply #solidarity squad #aforgottenballad #long post #character death

[whatareyou-acop]

The Truth to Her

Once upon a time–back when the stars still had all their wishes–there was a well. Inside that well lived voices that belonged to no mouths. No people at all. Everyday these voices would bounce up the sides of the well, and they would find their way into the ears of any who were keen to catch them. While the voices could enjoy a good lie every now and then, what they loved most of all was to tell the truth. Any question thrown down to the voices would be met with an honest answer in turn. While the voices were always cheerful, they were not always kind. The two do not necessarily walk hand-in-hand, after all. Often, the voices would burble up carrying the meanest truth they could find, and they’d shoot it out with the most pleasant tones you could imagine. 

“Will I ever find love,” one would ask the voices, and the voices would giggle back, “Only after your love has gone and found their own love somewhere else.” 

“When will I be free to follow my dreams,” another would ask, and the voices cheer back, “In a casket! In a casket!”

No, the voices were not kind, but they were not liars, so they never ran out of visitors for long. A hard truth is worth a thousand pretty lies, as the people tell themselves, so aren’t the voices doing what’s right? Aren’t the voices what you need to hear? 

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Children are not born believing that they are ugly. That is something they must learn. It is something they must be taught. 

Primrose had a very pretty name, so she believed that she must be pretty too. Whoever had gone and named all the things in the world decided that it was the kind of name lovely things deserved, gifting it to the flowers. Primrose was not named Toad, or Vulture, or Slime, so she simply could not be ugly. Whoever had named her must have seen her and decided that she had the kind of beauty that earned the name too.

When Primrose had finally come of age, she was permitted to join the couples dancing during the Summer festival. The young adults of the town gathered in the town square and asked one another to join in a dance. By cruel chance, there was an odd number of dancers this Summer, and Primrose was left to watch on the outside of the dancing ring. 

“That’s alright,” thought Primrose, “it had to be someone, so why not me? I will await my turn to dance at the Fall Festival.” 

The moon changed and changed until Autumn had settled into the town, and Primrose was glad to notice that the dancer count had turned even in the passing months. When the sun finally rose on the morning of the festival, Primrose was already up, too excited to sleep for even a moment. She braided flowers in her hair and decided to break in her new dancing shoes that night. She was the first to arrive at the square, and her anticipation grew as the other dancers arrived behind her. 

Primrose was ready to ask someone to dance as soon as the festival started, but everytime she turned to someone their eyes would slip right past her and move on to the next dancer. Primrose was picked last by a partner who excused themselves after the first dance and left her sitting outside the edge of the dancing ring once more. 

“I suppose someone had to be picked last,” Primrose told herself as she pulled the flowers from her hair, “so why not me?” The lesson had finally begun in earnest, but Primrose had yet to fully grasp its meaning. She was determined to dance, and that night she promised herself that come the Winter Festival, she would not be left outside the ring again. 

In the months leading to the final dance of the year, Primrose had modeled herself on the beautiful people she saw in town. Primrose was already lovely, as her name promised (she had to be), but she realized that she must not have been acting the part. She felt so silly once she realized her mistake. It was so obvious once she paid attention. She simply hadn’t been using her beauty correctly, and now that she had smoothed away her errors, she was ready to dance to her heart’s content. 

On the night of the Winter Festival, the dancers moved their celebration to the town hall to escape the cold rampaging outside. Primrose was among them, smiling in anticipation for the revelry awaiting her, but the number of dancers had dropped to odd once more. Despite all her wishes and despite all her effort, Primrose was outside the ring again. 

She did not tell herself it had to be someone this time. It did always have to be someone, but she also knew that it did not always have to be her. 

No one had ever told Primrose that she was ugly before. She had yet to be taught, and so she had yet to learn. 

But luckily for her, the well gives lessons for free. 

The night before the Spring festival, Primrose pressed herself against the wall of the well and leaned over the edge. She looked down into that pit and the voices looked back up at her, knowing what she would ask, but waiting for her to speak it down to them. 

“Am I pretty?” 

“No,” the voices said to her, “No, you are not.” 

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Primrose did not go to the Spring festival, which was blessed with an even count of dancers in her absence. 

Primrose did not go to the Summer festival again. 

She did not go to the Fall Festival. 

She did not go to the Winter Festival. 

Primrose did not go to festivals. Not since she learned that her name was a liar, and that she was a fool for believing it for so long. “How stupid they must have thought me, seeing me prance about with flowers in my hair,” Primrose would whisper to herself at night. “‘What a poor, sorry idiot she is’” she would repeat to herself until sleep took pity on her and stole away her thoughts for a while. 

For a year, and then another, Primrose’s dancing shoes sat imprisoned within her closet, tucked away and out of sight. Each festival day the shoes would hear the music drift in from the town square, and they would itch to feel themselves move to the rhythm again. They had been used for but a single dance! Just remembering it brought all the ache of a brief moment of contact before something slips through your fingers. The shoes grew mad at the thought of it, and two years after Primrose had learned her terrible lesson at the well, the shoes had gone quite thoroughly insane. 

On the night of the Spring Festival, Primrose resigned herself to a night locked indoors, wishing for the music to end. She closed her shutters and was about to snuff out her reading candle when a loud thump nearly scared her out of her skin. She fell silent. She waited to see if she would hear it again, yet still startled when a second thump joined the first. She spun towards the source of the noise, and came face-to-face with her closet door. A third thump rattled it then and Primrose knew that there was something inside trying to escape. 

With each subsequent thump, Primrose took one more step towards the closet until its handles were within reach. Taking in one breath for courage,  Primrose flung open the doors and jumped back as her old–but seldom worn–dancing shoes came rushing out. The shoes stomped and raged across her bedroom floor. “They seem to be having a terrible fit,” Primrose thought before the bewilderment wore down and she realized what her shoes were doing. 

The shoes were rushing about with hardly any rhythm at all, but she recognized those steps. Left without her help for so long, the shoes had decided to take matters into their own soles. Primrose’s shoes had begun to dance all on her own. 

The sight had startled out all the words she had in her, so all Primrose could do was laugh. It started as an exhale, jumped to a giggle, and grew into a full-bellied guffaw that was equal parts disbelief and joy. She kept laughing until she noticed that her shoes had stopped their stomping and now looked at her from across the room. 

“I didn’t mean to be rude,” Primrose said, wiping away the tears that had begun to leak out. “You don’t need to stop. Go on.” 

The shoes shifted uncomfortably, now aware of her watching them and thinking how ridiculous they must have seemed. 

“It’s alright, really. You can go ahead and dance.” 

The shoes moved once more, but not to dance. They made their way over to Primrose, turning around in front of her. 

“Is it–Do you want me to dance with you?” she asked the shoes. They didn’t answer, but simply waited. Primrose let out a breath, and then another, and for the first time in two years she stepped into her dancing shoes. 

She stood still, waiting for the shoes to start moving on their own once more and whisk her along with them. The shoes did not move. 

Tentatively, she took a step to the right. 

She took a step forward.

Moving to the window, Primrose opened her shutters to let the music from the town square back into her room. To the faint music she caught on the evening breeze, Primrose began to dance. 

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Primrose did not go to festivals, but she did dance. Every festival night, Primrose would open her window, put on her dancing shoes, and dance by herself to her stolen music. 

She would dance in the secrecy of her room until the day she would be ready to dance by herself in the town square too. 

She would dance by herself until the day when someone was ready to join her. Until the day someone would tell her that she was pretty, and it would be the truth to them. 

She would dance until the day she could tell herself that she was pretty.

And it would be the truth to her. 

THE END

#short story #a *very* short story #my writing #i write sometimes #original #fiction #I will write anything besides my school essay #fairy tales

[world-of-aus]

Can you please give me hugs? Today was not a good day. Please and thank you.

Absolutely angel, I'm squeezing you extra tight! How about some roommate!bucky hugs as well?

Can I Just Lay Here and Just Forget The World?

You were exhausted, feet sluggish as you trudged up the stairs of your apartment complex. The bag that hung on your shoulder feeling like a ton of lead as you pushed yourself up the last few steps onto the landing of your floor.

This week had been hard, harder than most days you had pushed yourself to get through. You hadn't given yourself a day to just relax, let the stress that had been building melt away to a day dedicated just for you.

You had pushed yourself day in and day out to meet the needs of others that you hadn't taken time for you, and today it seemed it was all finally boiling over.

You go through the motions of grabbing the keys from your bag to unlock your front door, tossing your shoes off as soon as you cross the threshold - you'd put them in there place later, right now you needed your bed.

You press the door closed twisting the lock; your bag meeting the same fate as your shoes as it falls to the floor with a soft thud.

You're moving down the hall, eyes locked on your half open bedroom door. You push it open with a squeak, his voice meeting your ears upon entry. His back is to you as he works on one of his many projects, "hey sweetheart how was work, was thinking we could have take out for dinner from your favorite diner down the -"

Bucky stops mid sentence chair half turned as he takes you in, his lips turndown, "bad day?"

You let yourself slump in the doorway, lips turning down fully in a pout, "you've no idea buck, I feel like I haven't been able to catch a breath all week."

He turns his chair fully now, body facing you as he stretches out his arms, "c'mere," he beckons you over.

You go willingly, closing the distance between the two of you as he curls his hands around yours, pulling your pliant body till you're sat in his lap, his arms holding your close.

He lays his head over yours as he runs his hands up and down your side, squeezing, melting away your days stress, "you've been working yourself too hard,"he murmurs after a beat of silence, "you've gotta know when to stop, and just say enough."

You press yourself further into him, and he squeezes you letting you know he's there, that he understands, "can't help it buck, It feels wrong of me not to keep busy, feel like I'm not doing what I'm supposed to, and that's going to make others upset."

And Bucky understands, he knows what you're feeling having been there many times before, but it had been thanks to you and your constant reminder to take care of himself, that he had learned how to take those days for himself when he felt he was wearing thin down to the core.

It seemed you needed a lesson in learning how to take your own advice.

"Weren't you the one to tell me you can't wear yourself thin for others, that you weren't always going to make those around you happy no matter how hard you tried?"

You're grumbling under your breath, Buckys lips pressing to the side of your head, a chuckle resonating in his chest, "you work hard sweetheart, you deserve to take a break, even if its just one day where you allow yourself to call in and off of work to just recharge your batteries, there isn't anything wrong with that."

"But buck," you argue, "but nothing," he cuts you off, "you cannot expect to be the best version of you if you're barely running, you need to take care of yourself, for you - for me."

"For you," you question as you pull your head back to meet those oceanic greys, a warm smile pulling at those stubbled pink lips. "Kind of need my bestfriend to help with the rent," he teases as he brings a hand up to cup your warm cheek, thumb caressing the skin, "is that all you need me for," you shoot back a grin pulling at your lips.

"Course not," he breathes, "you're half of the rent is a just a perk," that earns him a pinch, laughter falling from both your lips. "I'm kidding, but y/n you can't really be present for the people in your life, if you're not taking the time to take care of yourself - and I need you present in my life, I need you here with me."

Words are caught on your tongue and Bucky knows that as he tugs you close bringing you back to your place against his chest. His lips pressing against your hair, "you owe it to yourself to give yourself the time that you give to others, be there for you the way you're there for everyone else."

"I never know where to start," you answer honestly.

Bucky pulls back, his gaze meeting yours, "how about we start with getting you comfortable while I go out and get your favorite, we can set ourselves up in here, the living room, or my room, wherever you want, you can even choose the film for tonight."

Warmth blooms in your chest as you find yourself wrapping your arms around your best friend, face finding its spot buried in his neck.

He pulls you closer than he's had you since you first arrived home, his arms wrapping tighter around your form, "you alright sweetheart?"

You're nodding, eyes shut tight as you breathe him in, "m'fine buck, just want to stay like this a little longer."

Bucky won't argue, he'd let you stay as long as you needed.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel au #bucky barnes au

[stirlingmoss]

CCLXVII O believers, give of the good things you have earned, and from what We have produced for you from the earth. And do not choose the bad therefrom to give away, while you would not take it without disregard for it. And know that God (Allah) is independent, most worthy of praise.

CCLXVI Does any one of you want to have a garden of date palms and grape vines, with rivers running below it, and have all kinds of fruits in it, but have old age strike him while he still has children in their minority, and a tornado with fire in it hits, and the garden is burned? Thus does God (Allah) show you the signs, that you may reflect.

CCLXV Those who spend their money seeking to please God (Allah) and to strengthen their own souls are like a garden on a hill; when a heavy rain hits it, it brings forth double its fruits.And if a heavy rain does not hit it, then dew. For God (Allah) sees what you do.

CCLXIV O believers! Do not nullify your charities by reproach or abuse, like those who spend their money to be seen by the people, not believing in God (Allah) or the last day. They are like hard rock with some dust on it, hit by rain and left barren.They can do nothing with what they have acquired. For God (Allah) does not guide atheistic people.

CCLXIII Kind and forgiving speech is better than charity followed by abuse. And God (Allah) is self-sufficient, most gracious.

CCLXII Those who spend their wealth in the way of God (Allah) and then do not follow what is spent with reproach or with abuse have their reward with their Lord; they will not suffer fear, nor will they grieve.

CCLXI Those who give of their wealth in the way of God (Allah) are like grain that sprouts seven ears with a hundred kernels in each ear. And God (Allah) may choose to multiply what anyone has, at will. And God (Allah) is all-embracing, all-knowing.

CCLX ​And when Abraham said, “My Lord, show me how you give life to the dead.” [God] [Allah] said, “Do you not believe?” [Abraham] said, “Yes, but it is to satisfy my heart.” [God] [Allah] said, “Then catch four birds and train them to come to you.Then place them one by one on the mountains all around; and then call them and they will rush to you. And know that God (Allah) is mighty, most wise.”

CCLIX ​Or like the one who passed by a city in ruins to its very foundations; he said, “How will God (Allah) revive this after its demise?” And God (Allah) then caused him to die for a hundred years, and then resurrected him and said, “How long were you thus?” He said, “For a day or part of a day.” [God] [Allah] said, “No, you were thus a hundred years. But look at your food and drink—it has not aged. And look at your donkey, so We can also set before you a sign for humanity: and look at the bones, how We raise them and clothe them with flesh.” And when it was clear to him, he said, “I know God (Allah) has power over every thing.” 

CCLVIII Have you not taken note of the one who argued with Abraham about his Lord, because God (Allah) had given him power? When Abraham said, “My Lord is the One Who gives life and brings death,” he said, “I grant life and cause death.” Abraham said, “Well, then, God (Allah) brings the sun from the East; so bring it from the West.” So the atheist was confounded. For God (Allah) does not guide oppressors.

CCLVII God (Allah) is the protector of believers, taking them out of the darkness into the light. As for scoffers, their protectors are the idols, which take them out of the light into the darkness. They are the inmates of hellfire, wherein they remain.

CCLVI There is no compulsion in religion: true direction is already distinct from error. So whoever repudiates idols and believes in God (Allah) has taken hold of the most reliable handle, which does not break. And God (Allah) is all-hearing, all-knowing.

CCLV There is no God (Allah) but the God (Allah), the Living, the Self-Existent, whom neither slumber nor sleep can overtake. To God (Allah) belongs what is in the heavens and what is on earth.Who intercedes with God (Allah), except by divine permission? God (Allah) knows what is before them, and what is after them; but they do not encompass anything of that knowledge, except as God (Allah) wills. The throne of God (Allah) extends over the heavens and the earth, whose maintenance does not weary God (Allah), who is the Exalted, the Powerful.

#2:255-267 #The Cow