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thewalkingwillowtree · 10 months

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Safe Haven

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Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

Part 1 - Escape

Xilä was roughly roused from sleep. Calloused hands forcefully tugged her into a seated position, shaking her frantically.

“Wake up girl. They’re coming! Get dressed!” It was her father.

Licking her chapped lips and blinking to force herself awake, she watched as her father moved around their tiny home, arming himself with what seemed like every weapon he owned. He was dressed for the outside already- a threadbare hooded cloak was draped over his large body and cracked, hexapede leather boots covered his massive feet.

“Xilä! Don’t make me smack you. Get. Up!”

Moving quickly, she tied her makeshift, calf length boots to her feet- they would be in need of another repair soon.

“Father, what is happening?” She asked shakily as she slipped on her own cloak over her frame, ensuring her hood was secure and her nose and mouth were covered.

“Don’t ask questions. Pack whatever food we have left. We need to leave.”

Her hands shook as she used a scrap of cloth to wrap up a measly hunk of seed loaf, some shrivelled root vegetables and a small clay pot of two day old mashed beans. She had just tied off the knot when she heard distant hoots and howls coming from outside- The Rogue Warriors.

T'shteyo grabbed his daughter’s wrist painfully and dragged her out of their home. Home was putting it lightly. Their abode- like all the others in their little village, was nothing but a poorly assembled lean-to, made out of rocks and sun-baked clay. Weaved, strips of sticks and tree bark acted as their privacy screen and her sad excuse of a bed was the thin skin of deadland beast.

“Keep your mouth shut,” her father hissed harshly as he dragged her behind him.

They kept to the shadows, dodging around surrounding structures and completely dead shrubs, leaping over the deep cracks and faults that littered the ground. The sky was still dark but the tinge of purple told her that morning was near.

Panting excessively, Xilä kept glancing behind her, looking to see if anyone followed them. She felt light headed- having not been used to such vigorous activity. She also hadn’t had a decent meal in who knows how long.

When she realized where her father was leading them she dug her heels into the ground and ripped her wrist from his hold. Stumbling to catch her footing she shook her head vigorously.

“That’s the Dead Forest father. You said it was forbidden. Why- Ah!”

T'shteyo clamped her bicep in a bruising grip and pulled her close. “You questioning me now? You think you know best, girl?”

Her ears fell back and her eyes fell to her feet. “No father.”

“Those bastards back there? Su’ko and his men? They want us dead. And unless you want me to leave your pesky ass here you shut up and do as I say, when I say. You don’t question me. Understood?”

She nodded numbly and once he was satisfied with her response he turned and headed straight into the forest without another word.

The Dead Forest was exactly like its namesake. Dead. There were no signs of life here- not a single green leaf or blade of grass was seen and parts of the forest appeared to be burnt, remnants of smoke lingering in the still air.

When they had made it a substantial distance away from the village, her father stopped at the base of what she assumed was once a grand tree.

“Okay. You stay here and keep out of sight until I get back.”

Xilä perked up in alarm. He was leaving her? Here?! She was about to question him but his glare reminded her of the conversation he’d had with her that morning.

“Keep the food and don’t make a sound. Got me?” And then he was gone.

Scared of every rustle and crack of the woods surrounding her, Xilä squeezed herself between a gap in the large trunk and tucked her knees to her chest, waiting with baited breath.

She felt miserable….but then again she was always miserable. That was her life, wasn’t it? Her mind wandered to the clan- to the home she had just escaped from.

Since she could remember, her clan had struggled. Way before her birth, the lands of the Li'ona clan were well known for its crystal clear rivers and abundant wildlife, but over time the rains stopped and so the rivers dried up. Food grew scarce, the lands became barren and the people suffered.

Through the years the suffering grew worse. They had to wear boots and thick coverings to protect themselves from the harsh weather, else it caused blisters and heat stroke. There were many quakes and tremors too which caused the ground to shift and crack.

One such deadly quake a few years back was the reason they’d lost their home, the reason they lived so poorly now. That quake had also caused the deaths of many of their people- they were too few in numbers now.

T'shteyo, her father, was the clan’s Olo'eyktan and as the people’s despair and misery grew, so did their hatred for the leader. A rebellion was born- The Rogue Warriors as people called them, led by the ruthless Su’ko, tried to overthrow her father’s ruling many times over the years- threatening not only his life but hers too.

Xilä was guessing that them being on the run now meant that rebellion had been successful this time- they had won. Her father had finally been overthrown.

Night drew near now. Where did her father go? How long should she wait until?

Two days went by. She was starving and dying of thirst. The food was long gone and with every second that passed her hope faded. Xilä forced herself to think good things, clinging to the tiny remnants of hope she had left. Hope that her father had not abandoned her. Hope for a better life.

She dared not cry though. Like her father said, crying was a sign of weakness.

On the night of the third day, the loud roar of an animal in the distance woke her from a light slumber. Ears straining to hear she held her breath as its galloping drew closer and closer- until it sounded as if it were right on top of her.

The shadow of a creature bathed her in darkness- fear crippling her…and then she heard her father’s voice.

“Time to go.”

They rode for three weeks straight, stopping only when the beast grew tired. Her father had found the direhorse by sheer luck he’d said. It was massive, ugly and seemed to share the same temperament as its new owner.

Xilä had never been this far from home before and with every minute that passed by, she saw something new and exciting. Never before had she seen so much greenery, so much life. It was hard to keep the grin off her face.

Two days ago when they stopped for the beast to rest and while her father napped, she had snuck away to bathe in the stream they’d collected water from. It was glorious. She scrubbed every nook and cranny of her being, from head to toe.

Her waist length hair was still ratty and tangled but at least it was properly cleaned for the first time in months.

She also managed to wash her worn, shabby shift dress she usually wore under her cloak. It never fit her properly, always hanging off one shoulder uncomfortably. But at least it smelled clean again- like the soap nuts she had used to also scrub her hair and body.

As they journeyed, the forest surrounding them now was lush and alive, thriving in wonderment and Xilä wished she had more than one pair of eyes, if only to see more.

Xilä wasn’t quite sure where they were going, she never bothered to ask either since she knew it would only anger her father.

He had always been angry towards her. T'shteyo was taller than most Na’vi men but his frame was weak. Lack of proper diet over the years had caused him to lose the majority of his muscle mass. That meant nothing though, he was still a force to be reckoned with and through the years of constant trials and tribulations he faced, it hardened him- turning him into the monster he was today.

“We should be almost there now, if we push we’d get there in a day and a half or so.”

Xilä perked up at the sudden information her father decided to share. For the most part, their journey had been conversational less, apart from his occasional grunts of “time to go,” or “eat this,” or “shut up,” the one time she’d been humming too loudly.

“Where is there, exactly?” She asked, hesitantly.

“The Omaticaya clan,” he responded gruffly, chewing on a raw root vegetable as they sat in the clearing the direhourse was grazing in.

They had so far only been surviving on the few raw fruits or vegetables they recognized. Her father refused to hunt or build a fire to cook anything decent.

The Omaticaya clan. She’d heard about them before.

Many years ago, way before she was even born, there was a Great War. Their world had been invaded by spices they called Humans- she’d never seen one in all her nineteen years of life but had heard many horrific tales about the terrifying creatures.

The Humans demolished the Omaticaya home “HomeTree” and so a war broke out. The clan leader, the legendary Toruk Makto had called upon the aid of other clans. Xilä’s father had been one of the few leaders who responded to their call for help- leading his own warriors out to battle.

“And…you know where they live now?” She asked, wondering how he knew where to find them, even after all these years.

He sucked his teeth and grunted in acknowledgement. “Now listen here. You don’t say a word to anyone. You leave the talking to me, got it? Step a toe out of line and you’ll have it coming, that I promise.”

A rustle and the crack of a twig had them both alert and simultaneously jerking to the direction it came from. The next few seconds seemed as if played out in slow motion.

A massive hissing creature lunged out of the wilderness and attacked their direhorse that was grazing some feet away.

Xilä screamed and scrambled to her feet as her father charged at the beast, his knives at the ready.

Movement caught her eye and now there was another six legged creature edging its way to closer to the direhorse. At her gasp it snapped its head in her direction, stilling for a fraction of a second before it charged.

Xilä ran.

Pushing herself, she dodged around the illuminated flora surrounding her, screaming at the stop of her lungs as it quickly gained on her.

She grappled onto a tall thick tree root, ungracefully pulling herself up to claw her way higher up the tree. It did nothing to deter her predator as it leaped forward landing on the branch above her.

With a terrified gasp and a silent scream she slipped. Her head landed against the forest floor with a resounding CRACK. She stared helplessly as the creature above her leaped onto the ground once more, prowling towards her.

Just as it moved to pounce, an arrow embedded into its side. It roared angrily, hissing and stumbling on its legs before another arrow joined the first.

Then it finally fell. Dead.

Xilä was immovable. Head throbbing agonizingly, her vision grew dark.

The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a flash of vibrant blue stripes and gold glowing eyes.

Hello lovelies, I missed you guys! I am finally back with another story. The style will definitely be different, but I'm hoping you guys like it.

This is kind of an introduction per say, the other chapters will be longer. Fingers crossed I have part 2 up tonight, if not tomorrow.

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged.

Thanks for reading. Please like and comment, I love hearing from you all :)

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melancholymetropolis · 10 months

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what about part 2 of tengen x the maid

My entire body froze and the air became thick in my lungs.

I pressed my palms again his chest and pulled away from the hulking man's embrace. My nightgown fell from its gathered position at my waist and brushed my ankles. My messy braids fell freely at my abdomen as I turned my back to the sound hashira. My chest rose and fell with such anger it shocked me.

"Is marriage some kind of joke to you?" I growled.

"No, Y/N. Of course, it isn't," he sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I think you're misunderstanding me."

I shrugged his hand off my body and spun on my heel to face him. "Oh really? Did you not just propose a marriage between us?"

"I did, but it isn't my intention to pressure you into anything you don't want to do," Tengen stated, readjusting his clothes. "It was more of a mere suggestion."

"Well, you should get this "mere suggestion" out of your head now," I spat back. "I have no intentions of being your fourth wife."

A frown appeared on his face. A shimmer of sadness flashed behind his eyes. "You're not going to hear me out at all. Just outright reject me without allowing me to defend myself."

"What is there to defend?" I threw my hands in the air. "You gave three wives at home, who love you. Cherish you with everything they have in them. They practically worship you and here you are— asking yet another woman to marry you. Do they even know you are actively courting me? Actively seeking another woman to be apart of your little fan-club."

A growl fell from his lips. His fuscia eyes burning bright with anger and disappointment. In a blink of an eye, I was on my back against the plush mattress within the room. He had bound my wrists with one hand and placed them above my head. Tengen lowered his face to mine, until our noses were millimeters apart. His purple eyes darkened as they sized me up. They searched for submission; practically willing the action from the depth of my being.

Yet, I did not yield.

I matched his fiery gaze and narrowed my eyes. Without uttering a word, I let it be known that he did not scare me. I would not surrender anything to a man that saw me as a commodity. Women were not meant to be collected like action figures. I was not born to solely be a wife— to be his wife. I was a person and deserved to be treated as such.

"If you were anyone else, I would have killed you where you stood," his voice low and rumbling. "That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble. You better watch it."

"You didn’t have a problem with it when it screamed your name mere minutes ago," I replied. "Or when it swallowed your cock whole. So why should I watch it now?"

"Insulting my wives is a criminal offense," he growled. "One I don't take lightly."

A wicked smile arose on my lips. "Well, isn't the pot calling the kettle black?"

"What?"

"You're a fucking hypocrite, that's what," I said, allowing my head to sink deeper into the pillow. It was an attempt to create some space between us, but it barely worked. "You just insulted your wives by asking another woman to marry you. Talk about loyalty."

"Careful, little maid," Tengen warned. "You're walking on thin ice."

"And what if I do marry you? What then?" I thought for a moment. "Group sex every night? Sounds fun. Sharing a massive bed with 4 other people? Not too bad. But what if you wanna add a fifth wife? Or a sixth? What number of wives would be enough for you? How will you have time to love them equally and passionately with such a demanding career? Along with other spouses. It is simply not possible."

Tengen sighed deeply and let his hand fall on the crook of my neck. He released the hold he had on my wrists and placed both palms flat on the bed.

"I'm such a fucking idiot, aren't I?"

"The biggest."

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neyafromfrance95 · 5 days

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hey, i hope you don't mind but i kinda need to vent a little bit 😅

as a poc it's making really sad to see that "shipping vaultghoul is racist and erases maximus and barb" is such a prominent anti argument. i don't interact with these posts or these people (because i really don't want to waste my time) but it's like they don't hear themselves. maximus is a protagonist in his own right and has so much shit going on tat has nothing to do with lucy and while barb is a minor character, she's an activate member of a corporation that seeks to end the world for profit (and we get to see her own conflicts towards this) and not just cooper's wife. they're so much more than love interests but they need "special treatment" because their s/o are white 🙄

plus what is this narrow minded type of thinking where once you start to ship a couple all the other relationships become invalid? it's fiction ffs. no one is better than anyone and there's no such thing as a 'supreme ship'

i think the worst thing that came out of fallout shipping discourse is reducing maximus to a love interest of lucy when he is much, much more than that and as you said, a protagonist in his own right! like, can we stop only talking about him in the context of romance with lucy and hype him up as he deserves?! he is so complex and refreshing, he deserves more than being a talking point in a shipping discourse.

and while i mainly ship lucy x cooper, i'm fine with lucy x max and the majority of vaultghoul shippers are too. not to mention that max is like my ideal type of a dude, lol. i crushed on this man so hard while watching the show. so, those of us who ship vaultghoul do not dislike max or think he is boring (there is a difference between finding a character boring and finding his relationship with the other character a bit bland).

tbh, i hope max gets even more development and important storyline points in s2 so that maybe ppl will stop acting like he is just lucy's boyfriend.

and i think it's also weird to dismiss the possibility of max x dane when the representation this relationship could offer is very important. and as an enby myself it would be so validating for me to see the enby character paired up with the main dude (that again, i have a massive crush on).

also, i love barb and her relationship with cooper. she is a cool villain and her & cooper were a hot classy couple. tbh, it's just that ppl rarely get too shippy when it comes to the exes, especially when one is a very minor character. but i'm excited for whatever we get with her in the future.

in the end of the day, i hope the discourse (whether it is about cooper vs max for lucy, the age gap or the human x ghoul thing) won't get too heavy in this fandom bc it will ruin it and make our experiences here full of frustration instead of fun.

i'm personally all for multishipping lucy, the ghoul and maximus with everyone in this series.

#fallout #vaultghoul #lucy maclean #fallout amazon #fallout tv series 2024 #maximus #ghoulcy

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ilovedthestars · 4 months

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and also just. the way ambiguity in relationships is assumed to be romantic, too. see, i wrote that whole post a while back about how I loved ambiguous fictional relationships, with deep devotion but no clear label as to the type of relationship. i called it love as in significance--that's where my tag comes from. love as in being important to someone, in whatever form that takes.

and what I said then about how this applies to romance still applies--when I'm reading about a fictional romance, I'll be much more engaged with one that feels built on that foundation of significance than one that isn't. flirting, the trappings of modern courtship, those feel empty to me without the feeling that these characters already matter to each other. (this is why in real life I'm so perplexed by things like dating apps, or people who actively seek out romance with strangers--I just personally can't fathom the idea of wanting that kind of closeness with someone you don't already know and care for.)

but in regards to ambiguity....I feel like I've been burned a little. I loved ambiguity because it meant you could take many things away from it. other people could see romance, but I could see the kind of deeply devoted platonic relationship that, let's be honest, is incredibly rare in fiction. but I'm starting to feel frustrated by the way ambiguity is assumed to be romance, without an explicit statement that it's not. (I've joked about the obligatory "no hetero" moments that have to be inserted into the start of a piece of media that has a male and a female protagonist with any kind of relationship other than romance--the "not with those lips" moment in the D&D movie, for example. It's funny, and i appreciate it being made very clear, but it's kind of sad that it has to be.)

and...okay, there's an elephant in the room that i really should acknowledge. I was talking about it in that first post, but I made a point of never mentioning it, although i'm sure plenty of people guessed.

I haven't watched Good Omens season two. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to. When I first wrote about my love for ambiguous relationships back in February of 2023, Aziraphale and Crowley were at the top of my list. When I wrote about how ambiguity left room for anyone to see themselves represented, and how i wished that a little more space was left for aro voices, I was talking about them. I was frustrated by people who saw that ambiguity as "queerbaiting"--didn't they see that the story was already queer, that Aziraphale and Crowley cared so deeply for each other, and whether they kissed or not wouldn't change anything?

But they did kiss. And it did change something. I don't feel like there's a place left for me anymore. And there's social pressure to celebrate, to be happy for another canon queer love story on TV, and god I'd love to celebrate that, but I can't help but feel a little betrayed by a story that I thought would leave space for me.

(and yes, a kiss doesn't have to mean romance--but in this, in hollywood, it's assumed to. the creators and the audience both understand it as such, unless someone stops to say no, we're friends who kiss each other the mouth, we're subverting your expectations. because the expectations are inescapable.)

I've been trying to give myself the space to feel upset about this. To remember that aro stories are queer stories too. And I think I'm raising my standards. I'll take ambiguity--I'll take any carved-out space I can find. But I'm not sure I trust it anymore. I want explicitly platonic relationships with the level of love and devotion and care usually reserved for romance. I want to read and watch and listen to stories about people who are significant to each other without romance even being in the picture. I want love that isn't synonymous with romance. I'm going to stop feeling like I have to settle for anything less.

#stars has thoughts #aro thoughts #love as in significance #platonic love #amatonormativity #aphobia #sorry for not tagging this go2 spoilers but it's been a while and i think everyone's either seen it or given up avoiding spoilers #and i frankly don't want to put this anywhere near a good omens tag #also: as usual this is a complaint about broader media trends that can't be solved by a few counter examples #BUT i will still take media recs especially from fellow aspecs #i need more platonic love stories in my life

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knullanon · 2 years

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Mark Grayson with a s/o who’s like starfire?

yess i love starfire man

words: 896

warnings: stalking, lmk if I missed any!

mark would probably meet you through hero work. whether that's from you actually being a hero, or just helping him with rescue work, you catch his eye not only because of your abilities, but WOW you're cool.

in fact, you would probably be more of a puppy-dog/inspiration for him at the beginning of his time as a hero. he would more stalk you, both cyber and in person, to find out everything about you. from your favorite foods, to every imaginable trait you could think of. favorite color, perfume, music, even the time of day, is something he would memorize onto the back of his hand.

he would, eventually, get the courage to talk to you. eventually. of course, that's after a few months of stalking, studying, and observing you. he would make himself to be the person you would actively seek out once you know about them.

do you like happy go lucky people who are dumber than a rock? he will be stupid. do you like distinguished people who know what they're doing? he will become the smartest man alive.

after the whole awkward 'first friend' phase, he would slowly either drop the act, or change it in accordance to what you like. he doesn't stop stalking you, however, so don't get your hopes up. he still has some worries about you leaving him for someone else, someone who you might think would be better.

after a while, he would try to drop hints, but honestly, he would be so good at acting you wouldn't be able to tell if they were hints or he was just very comfortable.

of course, one day he will just say it straight but for a few weeks you'll be pondering over if he really does like you or if he's fucking with you.

when he is ready to ask, he would do it in a way he knows you would appreciate. dinner by the beach, watching a movie at home with your favorite snacks, it might even be a cute little handmade cardboard box that holds a note saying 'date me pls?'.

it doesn't really matter what method he chooses, because you will say yes. he's been stalking you for almost a year at that point, dude knows what you would want and what you wouldn't.

after it's established, it's honestly just cute couple times. little date nights are few and far between, because he's still a hero, but they are always a hit.

mark during the relationship would be very clingy. even if he can't talk to you in person, he would be calling you every day. even if you are a hero as well, it doesn't really matter to him. like, yeah you're patrolling, but he's talking to you while he's kicking someone's ass!

give him attention. he's like a touch starved puppy, he will not leave you alone until you give him attention. like, it's bad. he will text you, call you, and if you fly up to a mountain for some peace and quite, he will still find you.

however, while he does get annoying sometimes, you will always cave once he's actually in front of you. you can ignore your phone giving you 100 notifications a minute, you cannot ignore him when he's sad.

also, sparring! with a normal s/o he wouldn't even think to spar with you as, well, that is the worst idea anyone can think of. but if you have some of the same strengths and abilities as him, he becomes so happy.

he loves sparring in the later evening, because to him it leaves much more time to actually talk after, and also, he just likes sitting with you after a long and hard day. it makes him relax.

and after a good spar, you wouldn't be able to just tell him to go home, right? he even brought you your favorite takeout place, with all your favorite foods. can't he just stay? it's not like it's a crime for him to stay somewhere other than his parents house.

the only thing I would think that you would have a major issue with, even if you knew he was a hero, was how much time he spends as a hero. you aren't called out as often as he is, so for you it's more equivalent to a 9-5 job (hero terms, of course).

for him, it's something much bigger. he will be gone for a whole day (not without texting of course), and when he gets back it would be 2 in the morning as he's jumping around the walls while you're trying to sleep.

while there are many instances where you tell yourself "I should probably break up with him if he's going to make me this mad every day", he would probably notice and actually plan or make spare time you.

overall, he's pretty adorable and stupid once you know him, and he really does love you. of course, you don't really need to know how he stalked you in the beginning, or how he still does, as then everything would be ruined. he understands that this will be a secret he will take to his grave.

and honestly, does it really matter when your boyfriend is some lovable dummy? he would never do that to you.

he would never do that to you.

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hey guys, guess who finished 4 different things for the last 4 weeks I've missed stuff??? me lol

anyways, te amo 💖

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jojotichakorn · 1 year

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GunCher for the ask game 🤗

thank u for sending them in, dear anon 🥺

when I started shipping it if I did: i was into them from the very beginning - i know some people have had their doubts etc. but idk, i was in from the moment they were introduced

my thoughts: i think they are pretty perfect for each other tbh. first of all, that's an autistic (gun) x autistic + adhd (cher) duo if i've ever seen one. second of all, i just love how they communicate - i honestly think one of the most important things people in a relationship can have is good understanding of each other's communication styles, because at the end of the day, if you can talk about anything, you can deal with anything together. that seems to be the case with them, which thankfully is never forgotten about for the sake of drama either (though i say this before the penultimate episode). idk, i think they are just great together.

what makes me happy about them: i really love how much they know and understand each other, how affectionate they are with each other, how they aren't afraid of asking each other questions, making requests, sharing silly thoughts, etc. they are each other's comfort zones and that's beautiful.

what makes me sad about them: i guess just people meddling in their lives. specifically the way it makes cher feel because he is definitely most affected by it, but it's not easy for both of them :(

who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: now that's a hell of a question wow... i think cher would fit really well with thi and zo, making the most wonderful little throuple. though i feel like maybe zo would have his hands full with those two gjjfdgkfjkg. as for gun, i don't think anyone else that exists on the show fits him as well as cher. but if i absolutely had to choose (under gunpoint etc. etc.), i'd go for porsche (even though they clearly didn't work out and are better as friends, which is why i would only choose him if i had to).

my happily ever after for them: gun continues being the ceo of the company with all the things that cher taught him along the way, cher becomes a popular gaming streamer, they definitely live together, probably have a cat, are incredibly in love no matter how many years have passed and are just very happy together. they meet up with jack, thi, zo, and tubtab every week to eat food and enjoy each other's company (i'd also like to think porsche and his boyfriend join the friendgroup eventually, thus forming our little queer found family), thup also visits them from time to time and - though he's less dependent on cher now - they have a strong bond with him and gun as well.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: tbh i think they alternate depending on the mood, but if neither of them is necessarily seeking comfort that day, i'd probably say gun is the little spoon (perhaps controversial opinion idk).

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: i think they'd really enjoy just going out in general or maybe even travelling together a lot.

questions from this fun ask game

#thank u again for asking 😭🙏#archer responds #a boss and a babe #anon

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dotdotdotdotsometingidk · 9 months

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Ok ok hear me out hear me out

I did a " Am I psychopath" test andddd I saw some similarities between psychopath traits and Doffy's personality? (I wasn't btw( like I was crying like a bitch for Roci yesterday why did I even... Sigh))

Yeaj so I think he's a narcissist though still, but he's acting like a psychopath, and it's important ig to understand something here?

Narcissism is linked with dissociation, narcissism is devaloped, nor inherented. Psychopathy is nor devaloped, and for one very specific reason I think Doffy's not a psychopath!

He hates. He's a little hater. Just a hater birdy that fuckimg hates on everyone. Yeah so psychopaths don't hate that much. Hate's a strong emotion and to "hate" is to "care" about something.

Like in the first glance, everyone say he cares about himself. True. But also some others?

See I'd argue that being manipulative does not mean planning all the interactions woth someone from 0 to 100. That is planning. He's no planner. Yes a notmal amount yes to pit himself a few steps ahead of his enemies but hey, no planner would rely on a CHILD not being EVER scared to keep a whole KINGDOM. he's very impulsive and relies on his own capabilities rather than plans.

Now what does that mean for manipulation? Yes sure a manipulative person puts on a front all the time, but like, not a person who actively seeks other people's closeness. If he was manipulative toward all of them, he woild just communicate with them when he learned about "them". He would tell them about himself just enough to give them a sense of closeness. He doesn't do that. He actually gets close to some of those people.

His manipulation comes from putting himself first. Putting oneself first is not something bad all the time, self sacrifice is a bitch. However this is obviously narcissistic tendencies.

So I said all this to get to this: he cares. Not because he cares about others but because he let them in. However, I think he learned that if he doesn't put himself first ALL THE TIME and expect others to do so too, he won't survive. Hate aside, it's rather understandable. Not only all the people he in one point felt close with ended up not having regards for his feelings, but the only times anyone cared for him was when they looked up at him, feared him, or saw him as dissociated with them. That's probably why he "hates being looked down at" the most. It's like, loneliness, with extra humiliation. He did not fit in, he never did, and that's just... Sad....

It's gotta be painful, never to have anyone look at you as a person.

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #I HYPERFIXATED A LITTLE HARD I'M SORRY #I try to stop talking about him #He just... Has a fascinating personality to me #And I really feel like he's been wronged through all this #And no one has any sympathy for him #Little birdy

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warabidakihime · 2 years

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Invisible Strings: Special Chapter

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: didn't expect this, did ya? well, i wasn't really going to update today but the blues and sadness hit me in the face tonight and got me reminiscing about stuff and thus this update was born lol. i kinda poured my heart in here. i don't really have anyone i can talk to about my feelings because like y/n, im scaaaared so i decided to just write it down haha. it made me feel a little better ngl. this is highkey a self-indulging update looooool hope you like it though. ill be off to bed now. stay safe and healthy!

After that magical night you and Tengen shared during the afterparty, the Monday morning rush brought back a sense of normalcy. With the upcoming gala on the horizon, the entire company was abuzz with preparations for the grand event.

In his office, the head of sales and marketing sat focused at his desk, brow furrowed, as he tirelessly typed away on his computer. The responsibility of overseeing the event's branding and promotion fell on his shoulders, and Tengen found himself engrossed in crafting one proposal after another, each crucial to the success of the gala. Despite the early hour, he had already endured four back-to-back hour-long meetings, a testament to his dedication.

Meanwhile, you were out in the field today with Zenitsu and Nezuko, searching for the perfect venue in town. As of yet, you hadn't come across the ideal location, but there was no sense of disappointment. There was still ample time to explore and discover the hidden gem that would serve as the backdrop for the gala. With three and a half months remaining, the three of you decided to take a well-deserved lunch break and headed to the nearest fast-food joint.

Stepping inside, a wave of relief washed over you as the cool air embraced you, providing respite from the sweltering heat outside. Summer had arrived in Tokyo, bringing its characteristic warmth and humidity.

"Ah, I fucking hate summer," Zenitsu groaned, collapsing into his seat.

Nezuko graciously offered to place the order, leaving you and Zenitsu to secure a table. The establishment was bustling with activity, particularly because it was located in a busy business district. Corporate workers on their lunch breaks filled the space, seeking a momentary escape from their demanding routines.

"I couldn't agree more," you replied, fanning yourself desperately in an attempt to beat the heat. "I wonder how Tengen and the others are faring back at the office."

"Don't worry about Tengen; he's a big boy now," Zenitsu assured you with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

You couldn't help but giggle at Zenitsu's confidence.

"He absolutely is. He's a huge lad who acts like a big baby too."

"He needs help," Zenitsu added with a mischievous grin.

"You're hardly one to talk, Zenitsu," Nezuko chimed in as she approached your table, balancing trays laden with your lunch.

"Scratch that; you're a downright brat," she playfully retorted.

Zenitsu let out a dramatic snort. "It's too early for you to break my heart, Nezuko-chan."

"Move your feet, Zenitsu. I can't sit with your feet in the way," Nezuko teased, laughter dancing in her eyes.

As you enjoyed your lunch and the delightful camaraderie between Zenitsu and Nezuko, you couldn't help but smile and chuckle at their playful banter. They don't display much PDA at the office because Zenitsu is scared of Tanjiro catching them. However, outside of the workplace, their affection for each other was evident, and their sweet gestures were enough to make anyone believe in true love.

Time seemed to slip away as you savored your meal, and soon the decision was made to continue your outing at a nearby café. With the weather still relatively pleasant, it was the perfect opportunity to sit back, relax, and enjoy some iced coffee in each other's company.

Amidst the laughter and lighthearted conversation, a familiar voice pierced through the air, causing you to freeze in your seat. Your colleagues also turned their attention towards the person who had called out to you, sensing the change in your demeanor. Internally, you debated whether to acknowledge them or not, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions. It became apparent that some things never changed, and you couldn't help but berate yourself for the reaction you had displayed.

With a hesitant tone, you eventually turned to face them and uttered a simple, "H-Hey..."

"Where is Y/N?" Tengen questioned, his voice laced with genuine worry.

With a furrowed brow, Tengen inquired about your whereabouts as he approached Zenitsu and Nezuko upon their return to the office. Concern and confusion filled his expression, mirrored by the worried looks exchanged between the young couple.

Zenitsu hesitated for a moment before responding, "She's...uh, well..."

Nezuko sighed heavily and added, "She's alright, Tengen. Don't worry. But we're not sure where she is exactly."

Tengen's confusion deepened as he pressed for more information. "What do you mean? Where did she go?"

Zenitsu explained, "When we arrived earlier, she mentioned that she wanted to be alone for a while and walked away. We don't know where she went."

Tengen was dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. What could have happened that prompted you to seek solitude without informing anyone? Concern for your well-being gnawed at him, urging him to take action.

Bidding Zenitsu and Nezuko farewell, Tengen hastily left the office, determined to find you. He retrieved his phone and dialed your number, hoping for a response, but to his disappointment, you remained unreachable.

Lost in his pursuit, Tengen didn't notice Giyuu and Tanjiro approaching him until he accidentally collided with the Water Hashira's executive secretary, causing the younger man to stumble and land on the floor.

Apologizing quickly, Tengen refocused his attention on his friends. Giyuu and Tanjiro sensed something was amiss as they observed Tengen's distracted demeanor.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Giyuu asked, his concern evident.

Tengen replied with a sense of urgency, "I've been trying to find Y/N, but she seems to have disappeared. Zenitsu mentioned she went into hiding and isn't answering her phone."

Tanjiro pondered the situation, musing, "I wonder what could have happened to her."

"That makes two of us," Tengen said, sharing their confusion and worry and realizing he wasn't alone in his concern.

"Maybe you should try calling her again, and if she doesn't respond, it might be best to give her some space for now," Giyuu suggested.

Reluctantly, Tengen nodded in agreement, realizing that continuously reaching out to you might not be the best approach.

Returning a small, appreciative grin to his friends, Tengen made his way back to his office, his mind filled with thoughts of your well-being and the mystery surrounding your sudden withdrawal.

Zenitsu and Nezuko watched Tengen with hopeful anticipation, their eyes filled with the desire for positive news. However, it seemed that Tengen had been unsuccessful in reaching you, leaving them with a sense of disappointment.

The hours dragged on for Tengen, with each passing minute a painful reminder of your absence. As he mechanically typed away at his computer, his mind and heart remained fixated on you. The worry within him continued to grow, and he couldn't shake the nagging question of what had happened to you.

Just as Tengen's patience was wearing thin, you finally returned to the office, entering the room with a mix of relief and exhaustion evident on your face. Tengen, who had fallen asleep while waiting for you, was still hunched over his desk, snoring loudly.

Feeling a surge of guilt wash over you, you couldn't bear the weight of your actions. Disappearing without a word had been a thoughtless decision fueled by fear and anxiety, and now you regretted the inconvenience it caused both Tengen and your friends. With a visible wince, you realized the impact of your actions.

As you gathered your belongings and tidied up your desk, your guilt weighed heavily on you. Finally, you made your way to Tengen's desk, your exhaustion evident but overridden by a deep sense of remorse. One look at his slumbering form, and you felt a rush of relief and love. Extending your hand, you gently ran your fingers through his disheveled hair, finding solace in the act.

Tengen stirred from his sleep, his eyes widening in surprise as he caught sight of you. His voice, rough and strained from his nap, croaked as he called out your name. The dryness in his throat caused his voice to break as he nearly yelled your name, a mix of disbelief and joy evident in his expression.

Tengen held you tightly as you rested against his chest, the both of you sinking into his chair. In the rush of the moment, your backpack fell to the floor, but thankfully, neither of you were hurt.

"I'm sorry, I was just—"

"No, it's fine," you said, a tiny smile on your face.

"I should be the one apologizing to you, Tengen; I'm sorry for suddenly disappearing and causing you concern."

In an effort to make you both more comfortable, Tengen leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. However, to his surprise, tears began to stream down your face. Concern flooded his features as he witnessed your heartbreaking sadness.

"Woah, woah—Y/N, hey, what's wrong?" Tengen's voice trembled with worry as he held you closer, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. He continued to comfort you, gently rubbing your back and providing a safe haven in his embrace.

Your cries filled the air as you struggled to find your voice, the overwhelming emotions spilling out through your trembling lips. Tengen held you tighter, his presence a pillar of strength, as you let your tears flow freely.

As he whispered soothing hums, Tengen's touch and voice gradually calmed you down. The warmth of his embrace and his words of reassurance brought a small sense of solace, even in the midst of your lingering sadness.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love." Tengen's words carried tenderness and understanding, further softening the grip of your anguish. His unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope amidst the pain.

Time passed, and you continued to find solace in Tengen's embrace. After a while, your tears began to subside, and you raised your head to meet his gaze. Tengen's eyes softened as he took in the sight of your red, puffy nose, bloodshot eyes, and disheveled hair. With utmost care, he tucked your hair behind your ears and cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your dampened cheeks.

"Feeling better?" Tengen asked gently, his concern still evident in his voice. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the small shift in your emotions.

"A little."

"Here, drink some water before we talk," Tengen said, his voice filled with concern. He extended his tumbler towards you, and you gratefully accepted it, feeling the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. After taking a few refreshing sips, you returned the tumbler to him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

"Ready to talk, love?" Tengen asked, his eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and support.

You nodded, your voice still fragile. "Yeah."

With a deep breath, you began to unravel the events of the day, recounting the chance encounter with an old acquaintance. The memories stirred a mix of emotions within you, and you found solace in confiding in Tengen. You spoke about the complexities of your past friendship, once strong but now fractured, and how it had all unraveled during that fateful conversation. The hurtful words, the resurfacing of old wounds, and the subsequent panic attack that had overwhelmed you—every detail spilled from your lips.

As you shared your experiences, you couldn't help but reflect on the toxic dynamics that had plagued your friendship. The realization hit you with a wave of anger, mingled with disappointment in yourself for allowing someone to gaslight you once more. It was a painful reminder of the emotional abuse you had endured from your parents, and now you had unwittingly let someone else inflict similar harm upon you. The weight of it all settled heavily on your shoulders, making you feel unwanted, insignificant, and disposable.

Tengen listened intently, absorbing every word you spoke. His heart ached with each self-deprecating comment you made. He was familiar with the history between you and her, but seeing you break down like this stirred a profound sadness within him.

When you finally finished pouring out your thoughts and emotions, Tengen remained silent for a moment. It seemed as if he wanted to give you space to ensure that you had said everything you needed to, or perhaps he was gathering his own thoughts to share with you. A small chuckle escaped his lips, a tender sound that broke through the heaviness of the conversation. He pulled you into another embrace, holding you tightly as you looked at him with eyes filled with sorrow, silently urging him to continue the conversation.

In that embrace, you found comfort and a glimmer of hope. The weight of the world may have felt crushing, but Tengen's presence reminded you that you were not alone in this struggle. With his support, you felt empowered to face the challenges ahead and find healing from the wounds of the past.

"It's true that you said something hurtful too," Tengen began gently, his voice filled with understanding. "You let your anxiety get the best of you and allowed it to cloud your judgment. Instead of honestly expressing your true feelings, you made assumptions and questioned her friendship. I want you to know that you were not without fault in this situation. But here's the important part—right now, you're actively working on improving yourself, not just for the sake of others but especially for yourself. And you've been doing an incredible job. Your confidence has grown, your communication skills are improving, and you've learned to pause and reflect before speaking. You're making significant progress, y/n, but encountering her today seemed to shake that foundation. It felt as if all your efforts had been in vain. She made you feel worthless once again, and for that, I am deeply sorry you had to go through such pain. I wish I had been there for you."

As Tengen held you tightly in his arms, he felt the tremors coursing through your body. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over.

"I thought I had moved on from all of this long ago, but seeing her today..." you trailed off, the weight of the emotions choking your voice.

"Yeah, I understand," Tengen interjected, his voice laced with reassurance. "You stood up for yourself admirably, and I'm truly proud of you."

Clutching him tighter, you let your tears flow freely, dampening his dress shirt. "I'm sorry, Tengen. I'm sorry for not confiding in you earlier."

"Shhh, sweetheart, I've told you it's completely fine. Don't apologize," Tengen whispered soothingly, his voice a balm to your troubled soul.

"I-I'm just so used to bottling everything up. I'm scared of opening up because I fear that you might respond the same way she did. I'm accustomed to people belittling my feelings," you confessed, your voice filled with vulnerability.

In response, Tengen tightened his embrace, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. He showered a cascade of kisses upon your head, using every gesture and every word to convey his unwavering love for you.

"I love you," he declared firmly yet tenderly. "I love you so much, y/n. Zenitsu loves you too, Nezuko-chan cares for you too, and everyone in this building loves and cares for you. We wholeheartedly accept every part of you, including your flaws. Though you may have lost her, you still have us. We will never leave your side, y/n. That's a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life."

You both remained locked in each other's embrace, finding solace and strength in each other's presence. Time seemed to stand still as you allowed yourselves to feel the depth of your emotions, finding comfort and reassurance in the unbreakable bond you shared.

With every ounce of his being, Tengen strived to alleviate your pain, and thankfully, his efforts bore fruit. The weight that burdened your heart still lingered, but its grip gradually loosened with each passing moment.

You shifted slightly, breaking away from the embrace to meet Tengen's gaze. And in that moment, a genuine smile graced your lips—a smile that held a glimmer of hope and gratitude. "Thank you, Tengen," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Tengen's eyes sparkled as he mirrored your smile. "Anytime, my love," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring.

The words hung in the air, carrying with them a profound sense of love and belonging. In the midst of the emotional storm, you found solace in knowing that you were not alone. You were supported, cherished, and loved unconditionally.

"I love you," you affirmed, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions.

"And I love you," Tengen reciprocated, his words carrying a deep resonance that echoed throughout your souls.

In that moment, as the shadows of the past began to fade, you both understood the power of your connection. Love had the ability to heal, to uplift, and to strengthen. And together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that you had each other to lean on.

Hand in hand, you faced an uncertain future, united by a love that defied all odds.

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msfbgraves · 10 months

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All the three main men in Daniel’s life (Pop, Michael, Terry) all love him intensely, and all hurt him deeply, and all truly suck.

He’s his Pop’s favourite pup, he totally adores him (to a disturbing extent) and he dotes on him and spoils him. Lavishes him with love. Yet Pop’s the one that bartered Daniel off to Terry. Used him as a living, breathing pawn to save the family. His youngest, his baby, only 18, looking 14, hardly more than a child—sold to a man 10 years his senior who threatened murder. That’s a promise broken on so many levels.

Then there’s calculating, reserved psycho Michael. I get the impression that Daniel is his favourite sibling, yet he’s also totally willing to use him to further the family’s means. He encouraged the match with Terry, he thought it best, and he was partly responsible for the horrific night and what came of it. Indirectly, he caused/causes(?) so much pain and misery in Daniel’s life.

And Terry. Good god, Terry. Loves and adores and craves Daniel to a psycho amount, more than anyone or anything and is also the one that wounds him the most, and the deepest. The rape, the cheating. The constant undercurrent of lust and violence, love and cruelty towards his own spouse. Buys him jewelry and a collar to thank him for letting him fuck him like a whore. His, again, willingness to use Daniel and his own pups to gain an empire, despite Daniel not particularly wanting this for himself or his babies. Forcing Daniel over and over to take a more active role, controlling him in every way, ruthless in his loving and his fucking. The definition of the monster is in your home.

I mean!!!!!!!!!

This poor, sweet boy. Just always going from one mess to another, and never allowed to truly make his own choices. Any choice he makes is just such a small defiance it hardly counts. He really is someone’s son, someone’s sibling, someone’s mate—and always a pawn in someone else’s game. Sometimes I wish he had just run away with Kumiko. Hell, even Johnny Lawrence, haha 😭 Daniel needs to be petted and loved, and not given love at the sharp end of a knife. He’s such a sweetheart! 🥲 Lmao but despite saying this I still want Silverusso to be together forever.

😭 What’s wrong with me 🙃

Beautiful analysis.

I think it would make Daniel sad to hear that his choices "hardly count", though. The problem is more that he has very little space to manoeuver, and every choice would have enormous consequences.

I don't know who of you actually play chess, but Daniel's position is like a pawn deep at the enemy's end of the board. If you get a pawn there, backed up well - even when it can hardly attack anyone far and not move unless the other player allows it, man, can that pawn make it hard for the enemy to play or attack well! If that pawn could say (and it can't) "nope, I'm out! I'm just a pawn anyway!" the King would be like "What?! You're keeping the enemy at bay simply by being there, doing nothing! You aren't going anywhere!"

That's Daniel. All around him, war is raging, and he can't move, he's blocked from all sides, but if the enemy makes a wrong move or two suddenly he becomes a Queen, which is as close as chess has to a weapon of mass destruction. And he isn't safe, but at this point he can usually only be killed at insane cost to the enemy so a smart player will try to avoid that. So he's all position and great potential threat. So, how do you deal with that position? Become a weapon of mass destruction? Sacrifice yourself to take on a far grander enemy? Or bide your time, hoping the big shots fight it out themselves?

And Michael - Daniele is his brother, his blood, and inside information on a potential enemy. He loves him. And he sometimes needs to tell him things straight when Pop won't. He knows better than anyone how to play the game while not being Alpha, but he doesn't know how deeply his little brother loves. He loves too, but it's always power he seeks without really asking why. And that is lethal. Nessa is not on the game by choice, Louie is a hands on guy, Michael is an excellent Don but he needs his little brother where he is for maximum impact. And Daniel has had to grow around this impossible position. He knows his potential, but he has to be very careful on how to use it and in what phase of the game.

#knights and pawns #mob au #omegaverse

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waitinginthecorner · 1 month

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Okay last time talking abt it fr but Ngl as much as it hurts to hear how little the people I live with think of me I do genuinely love criticism against my character and actively seek it out. I take whatever they say and shake and cry about it for awhile bc I think anyone would be sad to be so blatantly pushed away by the people who are supposed to love them, but I also take it to heart. There are many ways I am immature and disrespectful. Not necessarily in all the same ways they say but I can also see how it'd seem that way to them since they don't like to acknowledge they way they behave themselves or reasons why someone wouldn't blindly respect them. I think I've been too lax with myself in terms of behavior and what I say, and that's something I do want to work on. Just because they act the way they do doesn't mean I should feed into it too. It's definitely hard sometimes but I know I can do it. Patience is the biggest virtue I have to learn

#rambling #its so easy for me to become resentful and bitter bc yes they have been very rude and mistreated me #but i can absolutely be a better person. its ridiculous to let myself be dragged down to whatever level theyre on #i know better than that too. its just the easy way. no more of tht tho or at least not as much

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dncinginthemccnlight · 11 months

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wanted plots for the ball below so hit me up if any of these sound appealing. giving credit to bun, c, and cee for the idea.

Raul Castillo

Date: None yet? (anyone want to ask?)

What will he be doing: Raul will be trying to relax at the ball, pushing away worries that something nefarious will be going on behind the scenes. He will be drinking, possibly carousing when he gets drunk enough and looking for a fight, fuck, or maybe both. Wanted Plots: Fight night: Raul loves to get into scuffles. He enjoys swordplay. Give him someone who gets into a fight and he will be the right-hand man in the fight as well. He may not be as good as he once was, but he's as good once as he ever was. Let's get outta here: This person may or may not be Raul's date but he's looking to go somewhere more private and get to know each other. Here for a good time: Raul loves to party and he's been such a good boy lately that now that he is masked, it's time to let off a little steam. Maybe your muse is trying to rein him in, maybe they are amping him up. Whichever one could be fun.

Gwen Stuart

Date: none (unless someone wants her to ask them) What will she be doing? Gwen will be frolicking, as always. She will probably be dancing in her own special way and chatting with anyone around. She will also probably spend some time drawing people in the corner. Wanted plots: Getting ready buddies: Gwen loves having fun and she would enjoy having people to get ready with and maybe help her not look absolutely crazy. I could have danced all night: This is really just a dance with a partner that Gwen did not want to end. Maybe they have a great conversation, maybe there are the flickering of feelings. An Escape: Gwen will inevitably end up outside at some point of the night with her shoes off and her hair undone. This person would be there for a chat. Tipsy as she goes: It would be hilarious to see Gwen get a little drunk. I am pretty sure that she's never really drank champagne, just wine and the like and it would be great if someone was there to witness and maybe protect this bean as she lives it up.

Erik Sǿrensen

Date: Rosalie Bourbon What will he be doing: Erik will not risk offense by turning down someone who asks him for a dance, but otherwise, he will be trying to be a good date to Rosalie. However, when she is occupied, he will be looking at the crowd, trying to find signs of suspicious activity as he assumes that the anti-monarchists shall be using masks to hide their identities. Wanted Plots: Aha! Wait...: This person is suspicious for some reason. Maybe their coat looks secondhand or maybe they don't seem to belong, but Erik believes that they are one of the anti-monarchists and he confronts them on the assumption only to be wrong...or maybe right. Let Cooler heads: With people getting drunk at this event and some tempers running high, Erik finds himself as an unofficial peacemaker in a fight. Why so serious: Erik rarely smiles unless he is making himself do so, but this person does not understand why. They seek to break Erik's hardened exterior. Whether it works or just merely ends in Erik being annoyed can be plotted out.

Miray Osman

Date: Probably Edward What will she be doing? Miray will probably be moving from person to person, being her lovely cordial self. Miray will dance with those who ask her and will probably be avoiding her brother as well. Wanted Plots: I wanna dance with somebody: Miray does enjoy dancing and, though normally, she will not ask others to dance, she is more than happy to dance with those who ask her. It would be interesting if the dance was not necessarily with a friend of the Ottoman Empire or Russia. Are you okay: With such an event comes drama. This person seems sad and Miray goes to comfort them as she is wont to do. They could want this help or not.

Levi Schellenberg

Date: Araminta Windsor What will he be doing? Levi will be dancing and possibly slipping out with his betrothed. He will also be trying to make some fortuitous deals on behalf of Liechtenstein and trying not to succumb to his old habits. Wanted Plots: Off the market: There was a time when Levi was a ho. This person and he could have hooked up one time or a few and they are either happy for him that he has gotten his life together or they are not happy that he is off the market. Temptation Station: Levi enjoyed a good frolic amongst his travels and this person and Levi once had some great times. They try to convince Levi to live it up a little once more. You scratch my back...: Levi needs some trade deals and is trying to utilize old agreements as well as make some new ones to get the duchy financially solvent. This person and Levi are here to talk business.

#francehq.event2 plot #ball plots #all muses

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lale-txt · 2 years

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Hi I saw that your requests are open and I love your writting sm 💕 Can I request how Law, Kid, Killer, and Hawkins would react to a Y/N that has a similar personality to them? Would they get annoyed and avoid them or would they find comfort in someone who has the same mindset as them and establish a relationship with them?

aww that was such a cute request, thank you for sending it in! and please forgive me for leaving out Hawkins, i tried but i really don't have any thoughts about him and couldn't come up with anything that would please me 😭 i elaborated more on the other ones to make up for it. hope you'll like them!

🌀 Law, Kid & Killer reacting to someone w/ a similar personality to theirs

Law

pre-timeskip Law would probably eye you a bit wary first, trying to find out if you’re laid back or trouble

once you both warm up to each other, he might also grow a bit fond of you, finally someone who understands him

you both avoid causing chaos on your own, but you sure like to watch it when others do

you’ll probably be sitting in an ice cafe together, sipping milk shakes as you judge others through your oversized sunglasses, mumbling “what idiots” and nodding in agreement

post-timeskip Law will need even more time to warm up to you, but since it’s equal you both just hang around together like two house cats who really don’t want to be there but yet here they are

you can still enjoy each others company at least when everyone around you is annoying the fuck out of you

he’ll actually grow really fond of you, actively seeking your presence whenever people were exhausting but he also didn’t wanted to be alone with his own thoughts

you’re both really good listeners who can help each other out with advice if needed (“i don’t think i can spend any more minutes with mugiwara-ya.” “just roll with it. at least their chef prepares onigiri for you?”)

you’re besties now. might turn into something more, you know, if you both manage to open up enough?

Kid

oh boy, get ready to rumble

you see each other breathing the wrong way and both of you just snap, fist clashing, hair pulling, chairs being thrown through the room

you’re both fearless and bold, ready to snap anyone’s neck who dares to cross your paths

Kid seems to be irritated by you first, wondering why the hell you wouldn’t back down when he clearly demonstrated his strength and willingness to kill, instead you show off that you’re not one to mess with either

moreover, it does turn him on a bit

which only makes him more angry and confused

you might find him listening in his cabin listening to 00s emo punk rock on full volume to sort out his feelings, staring angry at the ceiling

Kid is very distrusting about the whole deal– you, being able to cuss him out without blinking and yet holding strong values for the people you love, jumping into fire for them if you must

what were these kind of feelings and why wouldn’t they go away when you’re clearly not into him, because why else would you show all this aggressive behavior towards him

oh right, because you were the same…

turn the volume down of your sad and angry playlist because a certain captain might knock on your door tonight, challenging you to a fight (or a kiss)…

Killer

Killer and you, you’re chill. nothing can shake you except maybe injustice against your crew and loved ones

you both come off as a bit arrogant first, making you eye each other up and down at your first encounter

at least you think he did so, it was hard to tell through his mask to be honest

“tsk.”

you both raise an eyebrow at each other (again, you assumed he did the same) and you walk the other ways, giving each other space, sometimes it was best to avoid trouble

then again, when he finds you in the kitchen cooking pasta for everyone, he seems to warm up to you a little and so do you

you end up making pasta from scratch, discussing the perfect pasta shape for an hour (“but this one can hold the most sauce.” “okay, but this one can be eaten with a mask on.”)

you end up doing two different shapes, both respectfully complimenting each other for their work

maybe under the mask was actually a very sweet soul?

you’re about to find out when he shows up with a milkshake and two straws late at night, ready to discuss the pros and cons of reusable straws with you, daring you to take of your mask too because he grew a liking on you…

#trafalgar law #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #op killer #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece fluff #heart pirates #kid pirates

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (05)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

SERIES: CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 6

The best thing about Red was that she wasn't just your assistant; she was also your friend.

Your one and only girl confidant.

Growing up, you didn't really have a lot of friends. It was probably because you used to be so shy.

Unlike other children, you weren't forced by your parents to interact with kids your age. Why would they do that when you already had everything you needed?

You had the latest toys so you didn't have to play tag or hide and seek with your neighbors. You were also a smart girl. You didn't need to ask for your classmates' help. The only weakness your parents saw was the fact that you only excelled in the academic field. You weren't blessed with a golden voice. You couldn't dance, you couldn't ride a bike. You couldn't even do the basic household chore.

This was all because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You didn't have to try harder. You had a handmaiden to do all sort of things for you. Your parents paid the school so that you wouldn't have to attend P.E classes or any other extracurricular activities.

You were contented to be alone in your big, princess-like room.

In fact, you only met Jimin, your best friend who was two years younger than you, during college days. He was your classmate in your first ever P.E class. You were already a junior that time. You thought you could skip P.E the way you did in high school, but you were wrong. You ended up in Jimin’s class that time.

The two of you didn’t stop being friends after the semester ended. Actually, you guys became even closer. Jimin was the only person who was by your side when you were breaking down because of school. He cried with you, slept late with you, and he also set you up with a lot of his friends. Unfortunately, you weren't attracted to any of them. You weren't picky. You were just a sucker for soulmates and happy endings. His efforts didn't go to waste though. You became good friends with some of these guys. You were particularly close to Jung Hoseok, a boy your age who was in Jimin's dance class.

Hoseok was a great person, but you still craved the idea of having a girl best friend.

Luckily, you met Red.

You met her months ago—back when she was still a struggling student who was looking for a job in the company where you were working.

"And why would I hire someone like you?" Gahee, your co-worker, snarled at Red. The former didn't like the latter's answers during the interview portion. She said Red was too slow, too soft. She wasn't fit to become a lawyer like the rest of you.

"I'm sorry..." This was another issue. Red kept on apologizing. She had a very low self-esteem.

You knew right there and then that this girl wouldn't be hired. Out of the five interviewers, you were certain that you're the only one who was in favor of this intern.

Why?

It was because Red reminded you of your younger self.

As stated, you were a shy kid. But then law school changed you. To survive, you needed to act tough—you constantly needed put on a mask just so you could reach the 'standard' of what a lawyer should be like.

Most of the time, it worked. There were cases, however, wherein you became clouded by your own judgment. Some of your colleagues said you were too empathetic—always rescuing people from their misery.

You were doing it again.

"I'm going to hire her." These were your exact words just as Red was about to leave.

She stopped walking. Red turned to look at you. Confusion was apparent all over her face. Were you serious?

The other interviewers couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth, so naturally, they protested.

You simply raised your brow at them.

"I said what I said. She's going to be my new assistant." You pointed at Red who still looked so shocked.

"But we don't want to work with her!" Gahee groaned.

"So?"

Gahee's face turned pale because of your response. You arched your brow higher.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want her. She's going to work for me."

The interviewers went silent.

You see, no one could ever question your decision. You might be 'too soft' for some of them, but they still couldn't deny that you were damn good at your job. Your personality in the office was very different from what your family and friends knew. For them, you would always be that quiet little girl who couldn't speak for herself. In here, you were young, but sophisticated. A lion in a world full of kittens.

"Ms. Red Lee's my responsibility from now on. If you have a problem with her, you can talk to me."

This was the beginning of your friendship with Red. At first, she was skeptical of your intention. Why would you want to work with someone like her?

"Because I believe in you." You offered her a smile when she finally found the courage to ask you the question that had been bothering her since the first time she met you.

Red had been your assistant for months now; however, your co-workers still didn't like her. It was as though they were waiting for her to make a mistake.

She did.

"How's our case going? Did our client take the color vision test?" You inquired days before the trial of your client who wanted to sue the business person who sold her fake whitening products. This was a simple case. You didn't understand why your client wanted to go to trial; this could simply be settled without going to the court.

"There's no need for that. I've already talked to her."

"Hm?"

"Well..." Red took a seat beside you. She was blushing. "Remember when I told you I've met my soulmate?"

"Oh. Right!" You beamed at her. How lucky. "So did you break up with JK?"

Red told you she had a boyfriend named JK. You honestly didn't know much about him or their relationship, though you were informed that they had been together for almost a decade, unfortunately, they weren't soulmates.

"I did." The smile she gave you was sad. "But he didn't take it well..."

You didn't know what to say after that. Admittedly, you had urged Red to breakup with her boyfriend because you didn't appreciate that she was keeping him in the dark. It was unfair.

"But anyway," Red sounded so excited that you couldn't help but giggle. "I've talked to your client. I'm sure she can see color since her answer was right when I asked her if she can tell me the color of the shirt I'm wearing."

"Okay, then."

It was stupid of you to rely on Red's words and you knew it. This was the reason why you couldn't defend yourself when your boss humiliated you in front of everyone. As if that wasn't awful enough, your superior also excluded you from the biggest case you were working on.

Gahee was the new head of that case.

"I'm sorry!" Red was crying. You took accountability for what she had done. She was your assistant after all.

"It's okay, Red." You smiled despite the fact that you were breaking inside. Your boss made you look like a fool. You couldn't erase the image of your colleagues smirking that was circling inside your head.

You were no longer a lion.

"I-It's not okay! You lost the case!" She knew that you spent months working on the mentioned case your boss removed you from. Everyone was jealous of you. They wanted to handle that case. Now, Gahee had the chance. You lost yours.

You embraced Red. You couldn't bear to see anyone crying.

"But I'm still handling Mr. Kim Seokjin's case." You stared into her eyes. "That's the only case I want to handle. Trust me."

Red sobbed even harder. She understood what you meant. You lost the biggest case, but at least you were still Mr. Kim's lawyer. Again, his case was more important to you and Red.

"I'm going home. Is that okay? Can you handle yourself?" You couldn't work with a heavy heart. You needed to see Miri. You needed a bath. You needed a break.

Fortunately, Red let you go.

Ever since that day, your assistant became more hyperaware of your needs and wants. She was certain she owed you a lot. This was the reason why you couldn't understand why Jeongguk was crying now.

"G-Gukkie?" You swallowed hard when you saw tears streaming down his cheeks.

Again, Red knew what you needed. You were sure she gave you the correct recipe for kongnamul guk. So why was Jeongguk weeping as he ate the soup you made?

It couldn't be because it didn't taste good. You followed Red's recipe. It was perfect! Everyone loved her soup.

Your soulmate didn't answer you. He also refused to look at you. It was embarrassing enough that you could see his overflowing emotions.

Jeongguk wondered why the world was so cruel to him. He woke up a few minutes ago with a heavy head, and then the first thing he spotted was you.

You were standing near his feet; a lovely smile was plastered on your face. Jeongguk didn't understand why you were grinning at him like that.

Weren't you mad? He remembered everything that happened last night. He acted like an asshole.

Jeongguk's suspicion grew when you handed him an ibuprofen and a glass of water. Not only that, you also told him that you cooked soup to help him with his throbbing head. He was too tired and shy to refuse you, so without saying anything, he let you drag him to the dining table.

You prepared everything for Gukkie. The only thing he had to do was eat. The thing was, he couldn't even do that.

Tears filled his eyes the moment he tasted the soup. He was looking directly at you while bring the spoon closer to his mouth—this was how you acted last night. This was what pissed him off. You were scowling, making him feel like he was the worst cook ever.

How was he different from you when he was acting the same way? The only thing that changed was his expression. As said, he was crying instead of frowning.

It broke your heart.

"Say something please?" You begged. You felt your chest tightening. Did you make him cry? Were you wrong? Red's recipe was perfect, maybe it was you who fucked things up. Did you put too much salt? Too much bean sprout?

What was wrong?

Jeongguk shook his head, harshly wiping his tears away. He didn't say anything. He didn't make it seem like he hated the soup. Actually, he finished it within a few minutes.

"I'm going to my room." He abruptly stood up, hanging his head low.

"T-Thanks for the food."

The way Jeongguk acted made you realize that you couldn't really cook, not even when the perfect recipe was literally in front of you; however, this didn't stop you from making dinner that same day.

Your soulmate locked himself in his room since morning. He hadn't eaten anything other than that soup and frankly, you were getting worried. You didn't want him to get sick.

It was going to take a while to have your food delivered, so you just decided to cook instant ramen. It had always been your life savior.

"What are you doing?"

You stopped trying to open the stove when Jeongguk suddenly spoke up.

He instantly realized what you were doing, causing him to grimace.

"You can't eat instant ramen for the rest of your life, you know? It's very unhealthy." Jeongguk shook his head, disappointed.

You bit your lower lip. It was the only food you knew how to prepare by heart. You didn't want to upset him again by trying to cook something that didn't taste good.

"I'm gonna prepare our dinner." He announced and you nodded.

You were starving. It was Sunday, but you still needed to work. You stayed in the living room the whole day, talking to Mr. Kim Seokjin about his case. Miri wasn't around to keep you company. That cat of yours stayed with Jeongguk the whole day. What a traitor.

"Okay. I'll be in my room if ever you need help." You said.

"Wait!" Jeongguk held your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

"I-Is gimbap okay?" His voice was soft as he asked this. He realized he needed to talk to you about your likes and dislikes. He couldn't just prepare something and get mad if you ended up disliking it.

"Uh..."

Jeongguk could feel your hesitation. It wasn't like you hated gimbap, but you had too much of it yesterday. Red made twenty five pieces when you told her you were craving it.

"Tell you what," Jeongguk let go of your hand. "Why don't we just eat out? Do you like pizza? What about pasta?"

He kept on suggesting food you could try, but nothing was registering inside your mind. The only thing you could think of was this:

"We're going on a date?" Your eyes were sparkling.

"What?" Jeongguk asked, dumbfounded. Out of the many things he had said, this was the only thing you could think about?

"You said we're gonna eat outside! It means we're going on a date!" You were smiling shamelessly.

Jeongguk's eyes widened. He was panicking. He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast just by the thought of going out on a date with you.

"I-I..." He swallowed hard. "We could invite T-Tae and Jimin."

Jeongguk panicked more upon realizing what he just said. No. He couldn't bear to see his best friend right now. Jeongguk hadn't told anyone that he could see colors now—well, except Yoongi.

Jeongguk wasn't ready yet. He felt guilty. He knew he was the reason why you couldn't see colors. He didn't want Taehyung and Jimin to be disappointed in him. Besides, he didn't want the couple to pester him about liking you. Again, that wasn't going to happen.

Jeongguk was about to withdraw his statement, unfortunately, you were already telling him that it was a good idea.

"So how are you, Guk?"

This was the story how Jeongguk ended up eating sushi with Taehyung.

The couple accepted your invitation. The four of you were supposed to eat together, but Jimin claimed he needed to talk to you. Alone.

Taehyung didn't protest. He missed Jeongguk too. It had been a while since they last talked. This was the perfect time to finally catch up.

"Nothing new." Jeongguk shrugged nonchalantly.

"Really?" Taehyung raised a brow. He could tell when his best friend was hiding something. "So you don't consider being able to see colors as something new, huh?"

Jeongguk's head jerked up.

"You know!?"

Taehyung laughed. Of course he knew. You told Jimin and Jimin told Taehyung. The latter was simply waiting for Jeongguk to open up.

He couldn't wait forever though. Jeongguk could be stubborn sometimes.

"She also told us that you cried earlier..."

Jeongguk pursed his lips into a thin line. Damn it. You couldn't keep anything to yourself, could you?

"I did not." Jeongguk gritted his teeth. The tears forming in his eyes were in contrast to what he was saying.

Jeongguk indeed cried earlier. Taehyung could tell because the younger boy was crying again.

"Guk..." Taehyung caressed Jeongguk's clenched fist.

"Wanna tell your hyung what happened?" The voice of Jeongguk's best friend was like a lullaby.

Jeongguk cried even harder.

Truthfully, he was surprised with himself too. Jeongguk had always been emotional, but his stubborn ass refused to let other people see him cry. This was new. The Jeongguk Taehyung knew would keep his mouth shut.

The Jeongguk today couldn't stop talking.

"I got so drunk last night, hyung. She..." Jeongguk looked at Taehyung to make sure that he understood that the she he was referring to was you.

"She cooked kongnamul guk for me."

Taehyung was silent after that. He tried to understand what Jeongguk was saying. Sadly, he couldn't.

"Are you telling me that you're crying because she prepared a soup for you?" Taehyung sounded unsure.

Jeongguk shook his head; tears were still streaming down his cheeks.

"No. I was just reminded of..." He trailed off.

"Of what?"

For a moment, Jeongguk was silent. His heart was hurting.

"Of the mean things I've said to her." Jeongguk sobbed.

It was a bad idea to look at you while he was trying to eat. Jeongguk's eyes accidentally fell into your lips. It was swollen—a reminder that you still ate the garlic shrimp even though you were allergic to it.

Jeongguk felt like an evil person.

Why were you always so kind to him? No one treated him the way you treated him. It was too good to be true.

"Oh." Taehyung broke into a huge grin and suddenly, he was chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Jeongguk was talking in a pout.

"Nothing!" The best friend's laugh had died down, but he was still smiling. "Is she tricking me, then? Can't she really see colors?"

For Taehyung, it was impossible that you were still living a monochromatic life. It was obvious that Jeongguk cared for your feelings. However, Jimin thought the opposite.

"Seriously? God. I hate that brat so much!" Jimin didn't know that he was capable of hating Jeongguk, but after listening to your story, he couldn't help the annoyance he felt for your soulmate.

You were currently inside a restaurant that was just across the sushi bar where Jeongguk and his boyfriend were at.

Jimin missed you as much as Taehyung missed his best friend. The last time you two communicated was three weeks ago. You did tell him that Jeongguk was your soulmate and that he didn't seem to like you.

Jimin brushed it off at first. He told you to give Jeongguk some time. He failed to tell you that your soulmate just went through a tough breakup though. Jimin knew it wasn't his story to tell.

"Don't. Gukkie's a good person. He just didn't know any better."

"It’s because he isn't trying!" Jimin crossed his arms. He was aware that it was unfair to get mad at Jeongguk, but your best friend could tell that you were getting hurt because of your soulmate's insensitivity.

"If I were you, I would give up on him."

You shook your head instead of agreeing to his statement.

"Jeongguk reminds me of law school."

When Jimin raised his brow, you started to elucidate what you meant.

No one, not even your parents, believed in you when you told them you were going to law school. Sure, you were smart, but you weren't strong like others. You cry immediately. You couldn't handle harsh opinions. You couldn't even handle sleepless nights and intense competition. You hated conflict. You had always been a mediator.

Even Jimin tried to stop you. He asked you so many times if you truly wanted this. It's not that he didn't trust you. Your best friend was only concerned about your well-being. He was there when you were having a difficult college semester. Undergraduate life was clearly much easier compared to graduate school. Jimin couldn't let you lose yourself just because of law school.

But you were determined to prove them wrong. Yes, law school was hard, but you were stronger. If you remained passionate about learning the law, you knew you would become a lawyer.

Guess what? You did.

This was what you were holding onto every time you felt like giving up on Jeongguk.

Pain was nothing if you could make him fall in love with you.

"Jeon Jeongguk!" You shouted when you saw Taehyung and your soulmate walking out of the sushi bar.

You and Jimin had also finished eating.

Your soulmate looked at you with furrowed brow. He didn't understand why you were shouting when the two of you were just a few meters away from each other.

"I LIKE YOU!" You shouted once again. Your voice was so loud that people couldn't help but look at you.

You were gaining attention.

Taehyung and Jimin were laughing their asses off. Jeongguk tried to run away, but his best friend held him down.

"You're fucking crazy!" Jimin shook his head, still laughing when you started to form a big heart over your head.

"I LIKE YOU SO MUCH, JEON JEONGGUK." You continued.

Jeongguk was dying of embarrassment, but you didn't care.

You were sure.

Jeon Jeongguk was going to love you.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook friends to lovers #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jungkook enemies to lovers #jungkook e2l #jungkook series #jungkook soulmate au #jungkook roommate au #jungkook sugar baby au #ficswithluv #bangtan #btsfanfic #vmin fluff

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anniebibananie · 3 years

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love your ray and heather story! i don't know if you're accepting prompts, but would you write something about heather finding out about ray running into the fire for her?? I just need that SCENE

thank you! i'm so happy you enjoyed i wish i could leave you my love.

also ty for the prompt it's been a while but i do love writing prompts so here you goooooo

[side note: wyattnash on ao3 (if someone knows their tumblr lmk) also wrote a oneshot for this premise: Blame it on the Flame]

my heather & ray playlist for listening as u read

***

It's been two months since Panic ended. As much as Panic ever ends for someone who has played it, or for Carp where Panic sometimes feels like its secret beating heart. The one thing that keeps the youth of this town alert, alive, aching for bigger and better things.

Panic may be dumb, but sometimes Heather thinks it's the one thing that reminds them all they have any say at all in their own lives.

"Heather! You dropped this," comes a voice from behind her, and Heather turns. Drew is holding out the pack of crayons she'd just bought from the pharmacy, which clearly fell from between her arms. "Seems important," he says with a kind smile.

"Thanks, Drew." Heather sighs as she reaches out and takes the pack, stacking it back into the crook of her arm with the toilet paper rolls and bottle of ibuprofen she'd just purchased.

Lily is out of crayons, and Heather can't forget the expressive hope in her eyes when she'd asked for more. Her and Ray had started drawing together on afternoons when he was over, and Heather wasn't going to be a contributing factor in ending that wholesome activity. Something they both seemed to enjoy.

"Lily would be sad if her and Ray couldn't work on the town map they've spent the last week drawing together. I've never seen either of them so focused on anything." She puffs out a breath.

It came as a surprise at first to see Ray so tender with Lily, so receptive, until Heather thought about it and realized maybe it wasn't a surprise at all. Ray, at his core, is a sweet person who simply had built a million protective shells around it. That's what kind people who live in the dirt were forced to do. Heather got it.

Drew's eyebrows quirk up. "You and Ray going well then?"

"Hm?" Heather tilts her head. She knows what he's asking, but Heather isn't ready to spill her guts on the sidewalk to Drew. Even if she likes Drew.

Because what her and Ray have has grown into something tender, too. Something she holds so closely and dearly to her chest that sometimes she's afraid if she holds it in the palm of her hand someone might grab it away, tear it before she can stop them.

Drew rolls his eyes. "You're not tricking anyone. He's such an asshole sometimes, but when we all saw him run into Graybill's house after you? I've never heard anyone scream someone's name like that. Dude was so into you even then."

Her eyebrows scrunch, meeting in the middle. "Graybill's house? What are you talking about?"

Now Drew is the one confused. "No one ever told you? As soon as we realized you and Natalie were missing he ran straight back into the fire. I can't believe no one mentioned it."

The conversation fades quickly after that, Heather making some passing remark, and the two saying goodbye companionably. But Heather can't stop thinking about it. The image of Ray running straight into the fire, calling her name, trying to save her from danger.

That was after she'd upset him. Even then he cared. Which isn't really a surprise, either, she supposes, but it does something to her heart. Makes it tighter, the fondness tightening something wicked in her chest. The inescapable feeling she has for him even more irrevocable.

***

She returns home to find Ray and Lily already in place. Heather ditches the toilet paper and other odds and ends into a nearby chair, tossing the crayons onto the coffee table they're circled around.

Ray looks up at her with a smile, dimple on display, that makes a smile of her own grow across her features.

"Thank you, Heather!" Lily sings, and Heather shoots a look her way before going to kiss the top of her head.

"Course, bug." She pauses to look at the map. They've made good progress. It has streets and houses drawn out but also little things. A book colored by the library. A pair of scissors by the hairdressers and a little heart Heather knows Lily must have drawn for their mom, even now. "Ray? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Ooo," Lily jokes, though her head remains dipped forward in concentration.

Ray holds out his hand, and Heather releases a huff of breath as she pulls him up to standing. He kisses her briefly, hands still connected between them, and she rolls her eyes.

They make their way to the kitchen, where Heather gets a pot of water boiling for dinner before turning around and kicking her foot at his leg.

He tilts his head, crowding closer to her. "What's that for, Nill? Gonna reprimand me?"

She crosses her arms, mostly because she wants to maintain some distance while she says what comes next. Ray can be too persuasive when he closes in, making her forget words she wants to say.

"You ran into the fire at Graybill's." It's not a question because they both know the answer.

She watches his face, and there's that wrecked look again he'd given her after she asked about the words he said on the bridge. Like she's seen a part of him he hadn't actually anticipated anyone getting a glimpse of, and he dips his head. It comes to rest on her shoulder for a second before he pulls back.

"How'd you find out?"

"Not telling." Her lips twist into something between a smirk and a smile. "You don't get to get hurt because of me, okay? That's not love."

He hums, clearly not agreeing, and Heather is mad at him almost. The fact that he believes his life to be more disposable than hers, but she supposes she's honored, too. That Ray would be willing to do that for her and not seek thanks, not even needing her to know it.

"My only regret is I couldn't save you." He shakes his head, looking out the window over the kitchen for a minute instead of at her. "But you didn't need me, hey? Did it all on your own like the badass you are."

"I am a badass," she agrees. He turns his head back with a laugh, and he flows like water when she pulls him in by the belt loops to kiss her. "Thank you, but you don't do that again, okay?"

"Panic is over, remember? No more opportunities to throw myself into the flames for Heather Nill."

Which isn't an agreement, and Heather thinks it's wrong anyways because Panic is never over for them. Panic is a game they're alway playing, trying to keep themselves calm to get through all of the challenges Carp throws at them.

But she loves him. She really does, and she thinks she'd probably do the same if she had to. The way she'd gotten behind the wheel for Lily. The way she'd jumped from a cliff for freedom. She would do a lot for the people she loves.

"You're an idiot," she reminds him, words meant to be sharp but coming out fragile anyways.

His smile is radiant. "Yours, though," and he kisses her again against the counter.

Yes, she thinks. You are.

#nillhall #heather x ray #panic amazon #panic tv show #annie writes #my fanfiction #prompts #nillhall prompts #i love them just like as a reminder #i just love the idea of ray and lily coloring together ok #sue me #heather nill

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chronic-claire-universe · 3 years

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HI CLAIRE!!! I AM COMING BACK AGAIN TO JOIN THE MATCH UP 😩 I hope you don't mind!

CONGRATS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL CLAIRE!!! I hope Ran always come to your dreams every single night 😌💖 We should discussing our fantasy about him again soon 😌

And here is me! (I edited this so I can give you a complete description about me)

I'm 8w9 INTP sp/sx sun: Leo moon: gemini, my height is 153cm and I have a petite body. Mentally ill? Yes, I am bipolar and having anorexia (more like relapsing again after surgery). When I am at my manic episode, I almost kill my family at the car-crash because I got too irritated that I pulled my sister's hair while she was driving—luckily she's a good driver or I am gonna be in jail rn 😩 When I was a kid, I used to get into some fights with boys (I won ofc) but since my father died, I tried not to get into fight ( I don't want to deal with my mother's dramatic and victim-mentality ass ) and I (gladly) never fight again after that 😌 That's why I really good at sport ( as a female I always got the highest point—even when compared to the male, I still on the top 5 on sport ) I really good on art ngl that's the reason I am at uni rn because I got scholarship (I won several art competition)! Also, I did english debate competition back then, but we were this 🤏 close to get into semi-final but bruh we defeated by 0.20 point! 🥲 I can do all those things by self-taught!

When I feel sad or miserable, I punish myself by starving myself lmao. Or I will usually get quiet and cut people around me.

My social skills? Fine I think. I weirdly get along with a lot of people (everyone kinda knows me) but I never talk to them first. Even though I have a lot of friends, I only have one close friend ( tragic right:") )

My personality is rude—blunt in the rude way(?), I do whatever I want to because I seek freedom of expression, LOVE debating about certain issues, and surprisingly I'm quite a wise person. But, I have no jam. Right, I couldn't make any jokes since I usually use the wrong tone in my voice :( I prefer to keep my joke inside my imagination or write it down somewhere. I always try to dominate my man, but I want my man to dominate me too ( do you get what I mean here? 😭 ) I love to be alone too. I HATE loud voices, reptiles, and crowds. I'm not the type of person who easily shows my love to anyone. I think because I have a really high pride *sigh. I felt like my kin actually is Rindou Haitani. But when I took the quiz I got Kazutora, Getou, Mori, Eren, and Dio Brando (that's the funny one)

I'm working as a graphic designer. Which somehow makes me currently don't have any interest. But I love listening to music (pop-rock and r&b ) . I love watching wwe/mma and hate romance anime/movies.

I'd like JJK and Haikyuu match up, please🥺 NSFW and I want male!

—Sorry for long ask :(

Hey my sweet plum, I read your request thousand times, let me say that I got worried and a bit sad hearing what you had to face in your life. I hope your mental health, despite your bipolarism, it isn't too messed up, lot of genius such as Michelangelo suffered bipolar disorder and see what he was capable to create! Ran woke me up this weekend, he wanted company 😁

Anyway, here your escort for my birthday party:

Jujutsu Kaisen - Megumi Fushiguro

Babe it was him or Nanamin, I opted that Megumi could be better since he has more patience than Nanami for your bratty attitude.

Megumi has the sharp mind to get through your facade, to understand your struggles and cope without problems with your rythm.

When you're manic episodes appear, he knows how to support every idea you get, even the strangest one. The first times he was worried to see you this active and in the mood to do things but now he got used to it.

Talking about these episodes, he enjoys when you're in the mood to debate with him or others.

He often suggest to watch some educative documentaries or biopic movies especially the ones that involves human rights. You get in a fiery mood when you watch it and try to explain why the things that the characthers had to endure are atrocious and illegally and how we should fight to eradicate them from the society.

Going to the other facade of the your personality, the depressive episodes are quite difficult to handle, you stay a lot in bed, you don't want to do anything.

He always brings you a cup of tea and cuddles you for hour, sometimes he gives you a paper to let you draw.

He hates when he needs to get you up for work, he knows you struggle and sometimes even cry but in the end when you get a grip you feel a little bit better.

In these cases, he brings you out for a jog or just a walk with his divine dogs or the little bunnies ready to pet.

Overall Megumi has a lot of patience with you but he's repaid when he sees the portrait and the things you cook for him, the struggle worths the prize in the end!

Haikyuu - Daichi Sawamura

I decided you definitely need a calm but strict man in your life and Daichi is perfect for this!

In Haikyuu universe you definitely play in the female team and you met Daichi during a combined training! You're a middle blocker in your team and you can't get me think otherwise!

You are strong and Daichi is astonished to see this, but when Nekoma came for the second time in Miyagi and Kuroo got on you, to give you some advices for a better tecnique, that's where Daichi got really jealous! He saw you for first and he definitely doesn't want, that roosterhead to hit on you!

"Marv go out with me!" it wasn't a question, it was a statement "I guess asking isn't in your knowledge, but Daichi there are proper times when to ask me out. Not when I'm sweaty and in a middle of a training!" you say with sharp eyes, Kuroo laughed at your bluntness and went away, but Daichi reply "Yep, sorry I got carried away and I felt to say it know" you smirk and say "Jelous are we? Ne Daichi don't blush!".

Your relationship is pretty natural, your dates consist in training and homemade dinner

You're pretty active and energetic in Daichi's mind, that's why when you went in one of your depressive episodes he got really worried.

As Megumi he took a lot of care of you, but the difference is that he prefers that you recover from yourself, also, if you have a therapy it's really difficult for you to take it in these moments and he obliges you to eat something and help you bring down the pill.

Normally you would hate these moments, but Daichi knows really well how to handle them, comfort foods such as pizza, tacos, ice cream, sushi are there for you to help you improve your mood and somehow it helps.

When you get a bit better, you can't go out training but you definitely draw or play sports with the Wii at home, this is definitely quality time for him.

Overall it could sound strange but Daichi doesn't hate these episodes, because he can see that you can do chores or just have fun, and this is definitely a proof of strenght for him!

He definitely loves Marv the warrior girl!

I finished! Babe hope this wasn't too sad for you, but I figured out that seeing you needed fluff and comfort, thanks for opening up and join the event, if you want to help me with a little gift here this is my Ko-Fi!

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