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7ndipity · 2 months

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Them With An Autistic S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would handle/react to their S/o being on the spectrum.

Warnings: Mentions of sensory issues, feeling over/under stimulated, depression, meltdowns, stimming.

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This is a list I’ve actually wanted to write for a while, but I’d been slightly nervous/unsure about it. But as someone who’s also on the spectrum, I know how much comfort similar posts from other blogs have brought me! I also tried to keep this one a bit lighter, since someone asked for a separate list about meltdowns/shutdowns, but if there’s any specific reactions/hcs like this that you guys want, let me know! (Please note that these are based off my own knowledge/experience, so I’m sorry if they don’t fit for everyone)

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Jin:

I feel like he’d be slightly confused and worried at first because he’s not sure what to do/how to help you, but once you explain a bit more, he gets a lot more comfortable, and really is such a good caregiver when he needs to be.

Catches onto your different stims pretty quickly and what each one means.

Like, y’all have whole conversations solely through funny little hums and stim noises.

Really good at reading and matching your mood/energy. You wanna talk about the Mayans nonstop for two hours? Cool! You want to just sit silently and do nothing? Also cool!

He’s really good at normalizing your symptoms and making them seem like nbd(because to him, they aren’t) Food sensitivities? He’s got them too! You hate loud noises and crowds? Same Honey, let’s get the fuck outta here! He knows they’re not quite the same thing, of course, but if it makes you feel more comfortable and safe being your true, unmasked self with him, then that’s all that matters to him.

Really good at calming you down when you feel overwhelmed or on the verge of meltdown.

Does his absolute best to bring your mood up whenever you’re struggling or feeling really down, pulling out his best dad jokes(even if they don’t make sense to you), bringing your favorite snacks, etc.

Yoongi:

I think he would handle it really well. Does his research after you tell him, and asks you about it casually during dates/hangouts.

So fucking respectful of your boundries. If you prefer to have your own space, he’s totally fine letting you do your own thing. If you need more closeness and cuddles, he’s all over that too, letting you sit right next to him while he works.

Not only lets you rant about your special interests, but makes the effort to take interest in them and asks questions. Randomly buys you little things related to them.

He’s so calming and soothing when you’re feeling stressed or overstimulated, understanding whenever you randomly need rest or quiet time(stress nap buddies)

Keeps things like extra sunglasses and headphones in his bag for you, just in case you forget yours.

Would have a lot of fun if you have audio stims, letting you listen to his new songs because your reactions and enthusiasm are so cute to him. Makes you panning audios as gifts.

Always there to look out for you whenever executive dysfunction decides to kick your ass. Washes the dishes, doing the laundry, restocking your safe foods, etc. He would also be really good at body doubling.

Hobi:

I honestly think he would be really good with an S/O on the spectrum. Like, he literally designed Mang, who is soo ND coded like omg😭, so I think he would be able to understand you really well.

(if you haven’t seen the videos of him talking about Mang’s personality and character traits during the re-design process last year, pls go watch them, I almost cried)

Loves buying you new fidgets and stim toys whenever he finds new ones to try(he even has a collection of chewlery that he wears bc he thinks they’re neat).

Is really good reading you and distracting you when you start to get overstimulated or anxious, sometimes noticing before you do.

Lowkey protective over you in spaces and situations he knows are stressful for you, positioning himself next to you whenever he spots things he knows bother you.

You know how Yoongi described him as a vitamin? That’s how it is for you now too.💛

He’s so stimmy himself, so he would find a lot of your stims really relatable and endearing. Like, if you start happy stimming, he can’t help but join right in, bouncing or squealing with you. It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable enough with him to share those parts of yourself with him.

Namjoon:

Instantly super supportive when you told him, making an effort to research on his own, as well as listening to your personal experiences to understand as much as possible.

Happily sits and lets you info-dump about your special interests. He honestly loves seeing you so passionate and animated about whatever you’re talking about and loves getting a glimpse into how your mind works(it was probably during one of these moments that he realized he was in love with you)

Surprisingly good pebbler, he’s always finding cool rocks or shells for your collections.

Doesn’t mind speaking for you on days when you’re nonverbal.

The sweetest when you’re feeling overstimulated. He closes all the curtains to make it dark and cozy and sits with you, talking as softly as needed or not talking at all, tapping your hand gently now and then to let you know he’s still there.

Soo protective over you, almost to a fault at times. Like, you might have to scold him once or twice about babying you, but he really doesn’t mean to, he just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy.

The world feels a lot less scary tho with him next you. You know if you need anything, he’s got your back.

Jimin:

The softest boi🥺 He was honestly a little scared when you first told him, because he didn’t want to do anything wrong and was worried he wouldn’t be ‘good’ at looking after you, but he quickly relaxed and grew more confident as he learned more from you.

The best comforter when you’re feeling overwhelmed or depressed, full of quiet reassurances and long hugs(if you’re okay with those). He’ll gladly cuddle with you under your weighted blanket for however long you need to feel better.

Literally set up a little “nest” for you at his place with a like beanbag chair and your favorite types of blankets/pillows, so you have your own place to just ‘be’ and recoup when you need it.

Carries fidget toys and sensory aids like sunglasses and headphones with him at all times, just in case you need them.

Really good at communicating with you on days when you’re nonverbal, whether through texts or little notes(which he always adds little doodles on to make your smile😊)

Makes sure you never feel guilty or like a burden to him for letting him in on those tougher days. If anything, they make him love you even more because of the trust you have in him.

It really makes him feel so proud and happy inside that you find so much comfort in his presence and that he gets to take care of you.💜

Taehyung:

Another that I think would be particularly good with a neurodivergent S/O. Like, everyone jokes about how he’s weird, so I think he’d love that you’re both your kind of own unique kinds of ‘weird’.

Happily rewatches your favorite comfort shows/films with you, and speaks in fluent film quotes with you.

Loves when you fidget and stim with his hands or fingers.

If you like pressure stims, he’s a dream come true. Like, the man’s a living weighted blanket, so when you basically give him a doctor's note for cuddles? He’s never gonna let you go.

As relaxed as he might come across sometimes tho, he’s super observant of your stims and triggers and takes it so seriously whenever you start feeling overwhelmed or stressed.

It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, if you need a break, he’s getting you to a quiet place where you can sit and just recalibrate.

Rivals Jin and Yoongi for top spot in the acts of service department on your bad days, making sure you eat properly, doing any household chores that need done. He even learned how to wash your weighted blanket so you don’t have to.

Jungkook:

Was definitely a little lost and overwhelmed when you first explained everything to him, but he really takes it in stride and tries to learn as much as possible to help make things easier for you where he can.

The King of comfort squeezes. Like you’ve seen his arms, he gives the best hugs, I just know it(especially on those “the weighted blanket isn't enough, I need a hydraulic press” days)

Loves learning about your special interests. Like, It’s no longer just your special interest, it’s our special interest. He’s even studying and finding things for it on his own to surprise you with.

Honestly plays with some of your fidget toys more than you do, lol! You might even end up giving him a few of his favorites😊

Gets super happy and smiley whenever you get echolalia of his songs.

Another member of the protective squad, ain’t no bad stimuli getting to his baby if he can help it!

The gentlest with you when you're overstimulated or having a tough day. Anything you need, he’ll do without question. All he cares about is making sure that you feel safe and comfortable🥺

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maochira · 11 months

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hi mao i really love your writing your blog is such a safe place 💗 and i'd like to request you with chigiri, isagi, rin, reo and with yukimiya with a s/o who made a photobook about them with song lyrics. Like you see it in pinterest 😭😭😭 you can add more charachters if you want thank you sm💗 also s/o can be female or gender natural have a great day!! 💝💝

Glad to hear my blog is a safe space for you!!💟

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

Chigiri

-he was very surprised when you hand the photobook to him and at first, he doesn't really understand what it is but as soon as he sees te first page, he realizes what you made and is already speechless

-about three pages into it, his heart starts beating really fast from all the love he's feeling right now. He really wants to say something, but is still speechless and doesn't get a single word out

-the sparkle his eyes and the smile oon his lips tell you enough about what he's feeling, though

-right after he finishes looking through the entire photobook, he flips through it a second time because he just adores it so much he needs to see it again immediately!!

Isagi

-starts tearing up while he flips through it but tries not to cry

-he stares at every page for at least thirty seconds. He has to see EVERY detail to not miss anything

-he says something about every page while looking at it!! Mostly he just repeats things like "That's so cute" and "You didn't need to do this" because he's a bit overwhelmed by the fact that you put so much effort into it

-starts bawling his eyes out when he sees a photo from your first date on the last page

Rin

-he silently flips through the entire photobook and barely says a word while he looks at everything

-he takes his time. He looks at every single photo and reads every single lyric, making sure he doesn't oversee anything

-when he finishes, he puts the book aside and pulls you into the tightest hug you've ever got

-he keeps repeating how much he loves you and asks how long it took you to make the photobook

Reo

-barely looks at the first two pages of the photobook and already gets overwhelmed so much with love, he has to put it aside

-he showers you with lots of kisses and literally doesn't stop thanking you!! He won't stop until he's given you at least 100 kisses

-it's his favourite present he's ever gotten and he promises to flip through it at least once a day. He appreciated the work you put into it very much and

Yukimiya

-he looks at the photobook like a little child looks at their christmas presents

-he recognizes every single lyric and what song they're from immediately. He points them out every time as well!

-halfway into it, he cries a little because not only the lyrics, but also the photos make him very emotional. Just seeing the photos of you two brings back memories of happy moments and how many more are to come!!

-he asks you to make a playlist with every song that appeared in the photobook and he's going to listen to it at least two times a day

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fields-of-grimes · 1 year

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Fights| Carl Grimes

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

CW: strong language,mentions of death, angry carl

A/N: I was listening to sad songs while writing this so :/

You and Carl were in Ron’s room, he was playing video games with Ron and Mikey while you were on his bed next to Enid.

You looked up from your comic looking at Carl and smiling at how happy he looked to be able to be a kid again. Enid looked up from comic as well,she smirked before looking over at Carl. “Carl you look so happy to be playing video games again.” She said making you raise an eyebrow at her as Carl looked over at her quickly. “Yeah i uh haven’t played any since before the world went to shit. I remember my m-“ he stopped talking and looked down at his controller.

You stood up and went to go comfort him but his words seemed to have sparked some interest in Enid, something that should not have intrigued her.

“Where is your mom Carl? Did she run off with some random man?” She asked laughing causing Carl to freeze up and you to glare at her.

“Why is that any of your fucking business bitch?” You asked her still glaring at her. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly, he didn’t say anything he just stared off into space.

“Oh wait I’m sorry Carl i forgot i overheard your dad say she died, guess she didn’t wanna even try and survive this world.” Enid said throwing her head back laughing. You growled before standing up. “How about you just shut the fuck up Enid! That is nothing to joke about!” You screamed at her as you looked back at Carl making sure he was okay.

Carl was far from okay he wasn’t even paying attention to anything going on around him all he could hear was the screams of his mother as she was being cut open, images of that day was going through his head like a slideshow, tears were starting to form, he quickly got up and left the room. You looked back at Enid and walked up to her. “If you ever and i mean ever speak to or look at Carl in the wrong way i will fucking kill you. Do you understand me?” You growled at her.

Enid only smirked in response crossing her arms. “You can try and scare me all you want but it won’t work, i was simply just telling him the truth.” She said smugly. You huffed and punched her before running after Carl.

After looking everywhere for Carl and coming up with no luck, you tried one last spot, his spot, you jumped the wall and ran to the one place you hoped you find him. Once you got close you heard faint cries, cries you’ve only ever heard when Lori gave birth. You walked up to Carl slowly. “Hey..” You said quietly as you sat next to him. He didn't say anything, he just kept staring off and crying, you grabbed his hand only for him to yank it away, you were hurt by his action, you didn’t understand why he was giving you the cold shoulder.

“Baby?” You asked him looking over at him, still nothing, you moved so you were sitting in front of him. “Carl baby talk to me.” You said cupping his face slightly. He shoved you away and stood up, he looked down at you with nothing but anger in his eyes, “Why! Why did you do that! If you didn't do what you did she wouldn't of said anything!” He screamed at you, you weren't gonna lie it scared you, this was the first time he’s ever yelled at you like this. Yes you two have had screaming fights, but never like this, he’s never been this angry with you.

“Carl i..i” you stuttered on your words not sure how to react to his sudden outburst. “I’m sorry i was just trying to comfort you.” You said standing up looking up at him since he was a little bit taller than you.

“You shouldn’t have stop being so fucking overprotective of me! I don’t need you to protect me! I don’t need you, i never have! God i wish my dad never found you!” His face softened as he realized what he said, you look at him hurt and in shock as you backed away slowly. He tried to grab your arm. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, i didn't mean it.” He said quickly.

You kept backing away from him tears forming in your eyes. “No, you meant it.” You said as you took off in the opposite direction of Alexandria ignoring Carl’s screams for you to come back. If he wished his dad never found you then you were going make sure you weren’t found.

#carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #twd imagine #i know this isnt something carl would do but #just go with it

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casperberkins · 6 months

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Bookstore Girl

Contains: Alhaitham x GN!Reader, Reader likes Sumeru library, Hurt / Comfort, Alhaitham is a little ooc (I’m sorry), SFW, Fluff

You should totally listen to Bookstore Girl by Charlie Burg while reading this fic. I randomly stumbled upon this song in the process of writing and couldn’t help myself. This may or may not have become a vent towards the end but we don’t talk about that (˘ŏ_ŏ) Anyway, enjoy!

The Sumeru library was always a safe space for you, and after being plagued by anxiety, this situation was no exception. The first few times you visited the library, you had always seen a green and grey haired man perusing around, always looking for /something/. And sadly, today was no exception. Every time you visited the library, you noticed him. But you never knew /him/, or his name.

The Sumeru library had always been a safe haven for you and your thoughts. You were always tucked away in the darkest corner of the library, reading and studying for whatever life threw at you. Opening the large doors, you smiled. The library was always the same. Glancing around, you noticing something.. Different? A grey and green-haired man was seated in one of the isles of books, with a stack of literature at his side as he sifted through them methodically.

“That’s strange,” you thought, but kept it to yourself, hugging your books tighter to your chest before walking off to the corner of the library you called your safe space. You stay there for hours, looking through hundreds of books just for the hell of it. Then you noticed the man again. He was standing closer to you this time, and as if he sensed you staring at him, he looked up from his book just to look at you. You made eye-contact with him, noting his green eyes with striking red pupils before continuing to read.

At some point during your time, someone had left a book on your desk. You grabbed it carefully, looking it over before sifting through the pages gently. It was a beautiful book, with accented gold edges and worn but pleasing pages. You stirred for a moment, quickly gazing around the library to find whoever left this for you. Then the man caught your eye. He was walking out the door to the library, but not before peeking over his shoulder just to see if you received the book he had left or not.

You smiled, holding the book tightly in your grasp like it was your most prized possession.

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You glanced around the library nervously, quickly and quietly walking towards the closest desk and seating yourself. Your leg shook anxiously. School was stressing you out, and attending the Akademiya didn’t make anything better. While most of the time you could handle the workload, this time was different. Multiple professors had assigned five different projects in the same month. You felt tears collecting in the inner-corners of your eyes as you bundled your head in your hands.

You dropped the books you had been holding onto the desk, a loud crash echoing through the empty library. No one was ever in the library at this time, and even if there were people in the library, you didn’t care. You didn’t care if anyone saw you breaking down.

You tried to pick up a pencil to start writing, but your hands were shaking too badly for you to even start writing. This made you sob even more. “Why can’t I get anything right..” you cried, your voice breaking and quiet. Your breath quickened, your lungs tightening with every breath as it felt like the world was about to cave in. That’s because the world /was/ going to cave in.

“Are you.. Are you alright?” A pair of green eyes glanced down at you, a warm hand being placed on your shoulder as he spoke.

You tried to hiccup a response, but all you seemed to get out was a broken “Yes”, to which the man did, in fact, not believe. He gave you a pitiful look before pulling up a chair and seating himself next to you. The grey and green-haired man opened his book and began reading, glancing up every few heartbeats to make sure your breathing was slowing and returning to the correct pace.

Despite all your previous worries, the presence of someone else kept you at peace. You wiped your damp eyes, staring down at your feet as you sniffled quietly. You looked over at the man, who was still reading quietly, very obviously integrated into his book. He stared up at you, titling his head in a silent question of, “Are you ok now?”

You nodded, sniffling before wiping your nose on your sleeve. He closed his book, blinking at you with a softened expression as he walked off to check out his book. You smiled gently at him, glancing over at your work. While you were still shaken up, you seemed to be able to finish the work, your breath faltering every few seconds when you remembered the workload, but once your thoughts returned back to that man, you felt at peace.

With your work finished and your mood returning back to normal, you packed up all your work, looking up from your papers to notice a book. You smiled gratefully, thanking the green and grey-haired man in your head for the book before quickly picking it up and walking out of the library.

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Day after day, visit after visit, you /always/ saw him. He was /always/ there. After the incident with you, it was like he was there every time you were there. You were looking for a book? He stayed a few rows behind you, searching for a book on the regions of Teyvat. You were reading in your corner? He was sitting almost right next to you, remaining completely silent, save for the few glances he spared you every few minutes.

He was one of the most quiet people you had ever met. It was almost endearing how soft and delicate he was with every book he touched, handling the pages with care and cursing anyone who had damaged or even bent a page of a book.

You honestly found it cute how much of a bookworm he was, and yet, you didn’t even know his name. You could’ve asked around for his name — the librarian probably would’ve known —, but you wanted to get to know him /personally/.

Sometimes you thought he forgot about you — maybe you were just a phase he grew out of —, until you noticed a book on your desk. You blinked the drowsiness out of your eyes, examining the book with utter precision, a mirthful grin on your face. He always gave you good books. And they weren’t just /good/; they were great. They were in good condition but their /plot/? He had good taste, but you’d never admit it.

You shuffled your way out of the library, giving him a wave on the way out. He smiled at you softly, the corners of his lips quirking slightly. How could a man you’d only known for about a week — give or take — make you /so/ happy? And how could someone so quiet give you so much comfort?

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It was kinda funny, this cycle you and this man had. Throughout the following months leading up to December, the grey and green-haired man left you books. Every time you left the library, you left with a book clutched in your hands, a saccharine smile on your face. He always left you little notes in the books, the contents of the notes always being random. Either it was something about his work, or it was about what the book contained. Either way, you were happy and pleased with his choices in literature.

And you even left him books. While your handwriting wasn’t as perfect or pretty as his, you always made sure to pick out the best books you could find. Your notes were always pleasant, containing notes on the book and notes on your life, but uniquely, never your name. Your names’ seemed to be the only thing separating your interactions with the grey and green-haired man from making you two friends.

You didn’t know his name, and he didn’t know yours. It was as simple as that. And he constantly was in a hurry. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he’d just run off, claiming to be busy or just mumbling a half-hearted apology. It made you a little upset. But the look of happiness that he hid to himself whenever he saw you was confirmation enough that you two were something close to friends.

In December, as the snow fell and you hugged your jacket closer to your body, you opened the giant doors to the library and was greeted by a great surprise.

“Salutations,” the grey and green-haired man murmured gently, a neatly wrapped box in his hands. He looked down at you expectantly, tilting his head curiously.

“Hello,” you breathed, smiling. Everything around you fell away, and the only thing you could focus on was /him/. “How have you been?”

“I.. I have been..” He blinked slowly, as if in deep thought, “I’ve been holding up well, but I’m better now,” the man smiled gently at you. “How have you been fairing this winter?”

“I’ve been good,” you beamed, almost bouncing. “I.. I never caught your name,” you said slowly, a perplexed expression on your face.

“Alhaitham,” he said slowly, as if counting out the syllables in his head, “and what about you?”

“Ah, so /you’re/ the one that lies about being a feeble scholar,” you teased, leaning forward towards him.

“I /am/ a feeble scholar,” he replied gently.

“I’m [Name].”

“Ah, so I did get your name right on your present..” Alhaitham said absently, handing the wrapped box to you slowly. On the top of the lid of the box was a card neatly placed in its envelope with [Name] — in his neat as fuck handwriting — on the back of the envelope.

Your mouth opened in silent confusion. “Did I spell your name right?” He inquired, grabbing at the back of his hair nervously.

“Y- Yes, but.. But how-"

“I have my ways,” he smiled at you as he walked past you, placing his hand on the door’s wooden frame. “I hope I see you again, [Name].”

“I.. I hope I see you again, too, Alhaitham.” Your voice was so quiet, a mere whisper over the soft sound of boots walking across snow.

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Every time you saw him after that, a sort of comfort filled your chest. You learned about him, and in return, he learned about you. He still gave you books every time he saw you, and you joked that you’d have a full library by the end of this affair. His smile soured into a frown when you said the word “end”.

Gently pushing open the door to the library, you were greeted by Alhaitham. “[Name], hello.” He said softly, the sound of his gentle footsteps reverberating off the walls surrounding you.

“You never cease to make a flashy entrance, huh?” You teased, hitting his arm as you walked past him, slipping into the chair of your favorite desk in the corner of the library.

He quickly followed after you, a gentle smile on his face. Alhaitham sat in the seat beside you, looking curiously at the book you were reading. “It’s..” he paused, blinking slowly and narrowing his eyes.

“One of your books? Yes, yes it is. I must say, for a feeble scholar, you have quite the good taste in books,” you held the book between your fingers, holding it out for him to look at. He took it with a grin, skimming the pages with a delicateness you doubted he could show to a human being. It made your ribs twinge with sadness thinking about how he might not feel the same. Unrequited love was terrifying.

And even if you were terrified of unrequited love, you were even more terrified of losing /him/. Alhaitham was one of the only people who would actually listen to you without judgment, and even if he did have judgment, he withheld it. Everything about him made you happy, whether it be his calm demeanor, to his odd hair and eyes. Your heart ached to feel something, anything, close to reciprocated love. But then your heart shattered at the thought of it being with /Alhaitham/. Because he would /never/ share the same feelings you felt for him.

“You.. You decorated the inside, didn’t you?” He inquired in an airy tone, green and red eyes searching for the drawings you had made in the book.

You looked taken aback. You didn’t think he’d notice. But, of course, that was another one of his traits. Noticing things the outside world perceived as useless. “I did,” you confirmed, fluttering through the pages as you found the drawing you were looking for. “It’s one of you,” you said quietly, lowering your head. “I- I was bored, and—”

“It’s beautiful.” He said, admiring the work of art strewn across the margins of the book. While the artwork covered some of the words, he seemed to ignore that fact, his eyes analyzing every color and detail on the page as if he was reading a scene from his favorite book. Memorizing the piece so he could keep it in his memories forever. “I.. I can’t believe you did this for me..”

“Of course I did,” you replied, your fingertips airily tapping across the page. “I.. I like drawing pretty things,” you continued, averting your gaze as your face turned a bit pink.

“Then should I draw you?” Alhaitham said slowly, gazing up from the page to look directly into your eyes.

Your eyes widened as you gasped. You were taken aback by his comment, attempting to gain composure before your mind replayed the moment over and over.

“I..”

“I love you, [Name].. I’m sorry if I’m not able to show it..” He trailed off, glancing across the library with a solemn look. “I’m sorry I can’t be the significant other you want me to be.”

“But you’re already perfect, Haitham.” You replied quickly, the words spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I- I mean—”

“If I’m perfect, then what are you?” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Alhaitham.”

#genshin x yn #genshin x gn reader #alhaitham #gn reader #al haitam x reader #hurt/comfort #genshin impact #al haitham x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin fluff #fluff #al haitham x y/n #al haitham genshin

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that-house · 5 months

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The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood

This game was so good I decided to write a review for it, which is,, not something I tend to do on here. My very subjective and enthusiastic game review begins here.

Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood is a visual novel where you play as Fortuna, a fortune-telling witch exiled from her coven and forced to sit around on an asteroid for a thousand years. This kinda blows, so she summons a Behemoth named Abramar (the big boy up above) to help her get free.

Abramar helps her make a new oracle deck with which to tell fortunes, and visitors come pouring in while Fortuna learns how to use her new deck and schemes to overthrow the leader of the coven that exiled her.

Gameplay: 5/5

It’s a visual novel, with no parts of the game requiring skill in anything other than decision making. This is not a game that is going to challenge any part of you other than your tear ducts. That being said, the specific mechanics brought to the visual novel by the addition of the oracle deck are fucking delightful. For any given choice, a card represents some subset of the possible answers for a choice, which you can then choose between. Sometimes you get unlucky, and pull a card that makes all of your choices shit. Sometimes you get lucky and can perfectly shape how a character’s arc goes. It’s really neat and can add a lot of replayability. Also, you get to custom-make all of your cards and some of mine wound up being really pretty. There’s no fucking feeling like drawing your favorite card that you spent 10 minutes designing while you’re tackling a tough problem. The game took me about 5 hours to beat.

Story: 4.5/5

I have a few minor gripes with the plot. Some of the characters and their arcs could have stood to have a little more time spent on them (the romance subplot in particular is… very fast). Besides that, the characters are all delightful, the overarching plot is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and the setting is really fucking interesting. The game tackles things like gender, sexuality, fate/free will, and Lovecraftian gods. Their handling of these themes (besides fate/free will, which is definitely the core idea being explored here) isn’t anything revolutionary but it’s solid. I almost cried a few times, both during some conversations in the middle of the game and during the absolute beauty of a climax. There’s a decent number of possible endings the game can have (There seems like there’d be 6 main possible endings). As befitting a game that’s all about fate, your choices VERY early on will inexorably bind you to a given path, but the terms of how it all shakes out are up to you.

Art: 5/5

Gorgeous gorgeous pixel art. Phenomenal aesthetics. A variety of wonderful character designs. There isn’t much to say, it’s just pixel art executed flawlessly. There isn’t a ton of stuff going on, because it’s a visual novel about sitting on an asteroid in space, but god this game is so fucking pretty like jesus christ

Music: 6/5

Every character has their own theme that plays while you’re talking to them (and they’re all bangers). I will be listening to this soundtrack for a WHILE, and I will 100000% be stealing the climactic song for a D&D boss fight. It’s very Hyper Light Drifter: impeccable vibes and with a certain somber determination present throughout much of it.

Final Ranking: a very subjective 5/5

This game isn’t gonna be for everyone. Visual novels aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, and they aren’t necessarily mine. But this game was fucking awesome, and it’s currently $15 on Steam. If you check it out, I’d love to hear what you thought of it!

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fourseasonscomeandgo · 2 years

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rosé gf headcanons

clarification: fem!reader

TW: cursing

rosie is a difficult one to crack

cause wtf does she means she likes you, she ran away everytime you entered the same room as her

she confessed by accident

and didn't even realize she did till like three days later

she called you crying out of the blue saying she just realized what she did and that she didn't want to lose her friendship with you

you just answered "let's grab dinner tomorrow" and she calmed down and said "sure"

she cries a lot

like y'all be watching the shittiest movies and you won't understand why the fuck she's crying at the end

then having to calm her down and fake empathy to stuff like "after"

she writes songs about you and exclusively about you, she haves nothing else in her head

you probably hate hank but don't admit it cause you do love rosé

she's so goofy, she makes you laugh like no one else

as you may have notice she's an emotional disaster, so you two probably fight A LOT

so you gotta have patience and let her cool down, and be really sweet towards her so she doesn't think you don't love her anymore

even with this, she wouldn't break down in front of you at first, till you two created a space in which she feels safe with you to be vulnerable

you'll always be there to comfort her

both the most sexual and most adorable

so you would be dying wanting to hold her and kiss her cheeky cheeks while she's horny

best of both worlds

arcade dates, late night walks on the beach

matching outfits for the sake of comedy

she calls you "babe", but she probably also haves weird nicknames for you like "my teletubbie"

goes from saving you on her phone like "pizza delivery girl" to "my bub💞🥰"

just so you know she's a very random person

she's not childish tho, just weird

you love weird

you love listening to her talk, you love her voice and how smart she is, also how passionately she talks about the stuff she likes

your conversations switch between korean and english

she's very independent, she loves you and being with you, but she won't hang off your neck 24/7 neither would not do stuff she enjoys just cause you're not available that day

i think she may express her love through acts of service

she's always willing to listen to you when you're having a hard time, there's nothing that makes her happier that knowing you trust her enough to tell her about your difficulties

when someone asks her why she likes you she says "she's the least boring person i know"

"and our souls belong with each other"

you two could spend a full day just talking with each other

she's not a jealous person AT ALL, to the point that it upsets you, like "do you nOT WANT ME?"

she wants you, she's just not jealous

and she doesn't want to get married, so yeah, that's a lot of money that you're saving

if you're both up and sure about it, you may have an open relationship

loves making you gifts of all kind

she wants you to look good so she likes taking you shopping and just buying everything you touch for you

you're by her arm in every social event, she loves to show people she's in love

you're the thing that makes her heart full, she couldn't possibly love you more but somehow everyday she wakes up a little more in love with you

#kpop imagines #kpop #blackpink imagines #blackpink reactions #blackpink scenarios #rose blackpink #rose imagines #rose reactions #rose scenarios #rose x reader

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novastories · 11 months

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Night Changes

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Night Changes” by One Direction.

Summary: Aurora spends time with her family, while Maverick is having a hard time letting go.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: My posting schedule is slowly sporadic. I've been on a week long trip enjoying my time out of the house. Also since summer is coming up, that means Top Gun summer! I feel a bit disconnected from the fandom lately, but I’m back and ready to keep writing! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter.

Shoutout to my best friend, beta reader, and editor, @reginleight 💛

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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“Mom! Dad! Over here!” Bradley calls out to his parents in the busy airport.

Today, the twins and Bradley were picking up Carole and Goose. The last she had seen them was around Peyton and her graduation. Of course she would still call them and send letters from time to time, but this was the first time in a while since they were all reunited in person.

“My Brad Brad!” Carole cries, as she comes over and hugs Bradley tightly. Bradley chuckles, and hugs his mom back.

“Okay hon, don’t choke him out before I can even give him a hug,” Goose chuckles, coming up with their luggage cart behind them.

Carole tearfully releases Bradley from the hug, letting Goose and Bradley have their moment. From just a few paces away she soon spots the twins, giving the family room for their reunion.

“My babies! Oh, my Aurora you’re here!” Carole starts crying again, grouping the twins into a hug.

“Hi, Auntie!” Peyton laughs, hugging his aunt.

“We missed you!” Aurora smiles after being released from their hug, Carole turning her attention to Aurora.

“I knew Peyton was stateside, but when did you come home?” Carole asks her.

“Same day. I felt like it was time for me to come home,” Aurora softly smiles. Carole gives her a sad look, and Aurora remembers that Carole knew about her incident. Before she can explain, Goose interrupts.

“Little star!”

“Uncle Goose!”

Aurora gives her uncle a big hug, and groans when he tries to ruffle her hair.

“So glad you’re back home!” Peyton smiles at them.

“I can’t wait to hear your stories, Auntie! And the photos you’ve taken, Uncle Goose!” Aurora beams at them, while Bradley helps carry his mom’s bag, Goose pulling the luggage cart..

Aurora and Carole start conversing nonstop, with Peyton walking beside them listening in on their conversation. Bradley hung back, walking with his dad.

“So, talk to me Rooster, how’s the mission training going?” Goose asks, not knowing what had gone down yesterday.

“Intense,” Bradley sighs. “Let’s just say it was a rough day for all of us, and Aurora had an anxiety attack yesterday.”

“Shit, what the hell did you do?”

“Why do you think I did something?” Bradley looks at him exasperated. Goose gives him a look, to which Bradley sighs.

“I got mad. Hangman had said she wasn’t telling us everything and I just–”

“You were jealous that Hangman knew things about her that you didn’t,” Goose states, matter-of-factly.

Bradley turns red and groans. “I just, I don’t like when we keep things between us.”

“Brad, sometimes, things are harder to tell to those closest to us. You have to give her space.”

“I know. Let’s just say the tension was really bad yesterday.”

“You made a move yet?”

“Dad!” Bradley groans, while Goose chuckles at embarrassing his son. “We have a lot going on. It’s not the time.”

“Oh son, it’s never the time. But take it from your old man. I was thankful to live a life with your mom and you. You deserve a life with people you love, there is no perfect timing,” Goose tells him.

With a pat on the shoulder, Goose walks to catch up to his wife and his godchildren. Bradley sighs, following after his dad.

—

“Mavy!”

“Goosie!”

Goose rushes up to his best friend, who immediately stands from his chair upon seeing him.

“I swear, it’s like those two are married and not us,” Carole chuckles as the twins and Bradley also exit the car. The trio chuckles at the two men who were hugging each other, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years, when in reality it was probably only a few months.

Everyone was currently meeting at Ice and Sarah’s house as a small welcome back party for Carole and Goose. Ice and Maverick were sitting on the porch chairs until they all arrived.

Iceman shakes his head being used to the two’s shenanigans. Goose and Mav part from the hug and pat each other on the shoulder, before Goose turns to Iceman to give him a hug as well.

“Hi Mrs. Bradshaw,” Maverick smiles, greeting Carole as she gets closer.

“Hi Mr. Bradshaw,” Carole teases him.

The trio greet their Uncle Ice, who they hadn’t seen since the graduation party. Ice gives Aurora a quick look, to which Aurora subtly shakes her head, knowing Ice wanted to discuss a few things, but now wasn’t the time.

Aurora and Carole decide to head into the house to help out Penny and Sarah, who were most likely in the kitchen, leaving the men out on the front porch to let them catch up.

Aurora spots Amelia playing with Ice’s grandchildren that were running around the backyard, Amelia looking tired from chasing them. She’d flopped down onto the grass, clearly exhausted and outdone by their energy.

Aurora laughs at the sight as she makes her way into the kitchen. She greets her mom and Aunt Sarah, and sits on a stool over the countertop so she could have a conversation with them, but not get in the way with them prepping food since they insisted they didn’t need any help.

Penny starts cutting up fruit next to Aurora, to which she leans over and steals a piece. Penny tries to slap her hand away, but because of Aurora’s reflexes, was unsuccessful. Rolling her eyes at her daughter’s antics, she proceeded to keep cutting the fruit.

“So, little star. What’s it like being back home at a different office?” Sarah asks, as she stirs something over the stove.

Aurora pops the piece of pineapple in her mouth and chews quickly to answer her question.

“Different, but nothing I can’t handle,” she responds.

“Well, I think we can all say, we’re all glad you’re home now,” Sarah looks over at Aurora and smiles at her.

“You can say that again. I don’t even want to know all the stuff that happened that you haven’t told us,” Penny sighs, knowing Aurora kept a lot of stuff secret to not worry everyone.

“So, you don’t want to hear about the number of times I’ve been shot at?” Aurora smirks at her mom. Her mom looks at her with a threatening look.

“What?!”

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” Aurora laughs. “Not really,” she soon whispers under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, mom!” Aurora gives her mom an innocent smile, while Sarah and Carole chuckles.

“I swear, you and your brother give me gray hairs.”

“And Amelia hasn’t even decided what she wants to do yet. What if she becomes a Naval aviator?” Aurora thinks out loud.

“Oh no, she’s staying home until she’s 30.”

They all laugh at Penny’s comment before she suddenly remembers something.

“Speaking of Peyton, what’s up with him and Hangman?” she asks.

“Wait, Hangman? That name sounds familiar,” Carole wonders.

“He’s one of the pilots on the mission,” Sarah answers. Sarah usually knew a lot of things that went on in the Navy. Perks of being a Navy Admiral’s wife.

“Oh! Didn’t he and Bradley get into a little tiff?” Carole asks.

“When don’t they?” Aurora rolls her eyes. “They literally got in one yesterday.”

“So, him and Peyton,” Penny implores.

“He and Peyton were a thing, but Jake has commitment issues and is worried about his reputation in the Navy. Peyton doesn’t like feeling used. Therefore, tension,” Aurora answers.

“Men are dumb sometimes,” Carole shakes her head.

“Auntie, what about Goose and Bradley?” Aurora questions.

“Exactly, they have their moments, but sometimes I wonder if they share a brain cell,” Carole retorts, to which the women nod and agree with Carole’s statement.

Aurora snickers as Peyton walks in with Bradley to grab a drink. The women see them walk in, and laugh out loud confusing the pair that had just come in.

“Are we missing something?” Peyton asks.

“Inside joke,” Aurora simply answers, before going back to giggling. Bradley smiles at Aurora, laughing. His heart warms knowing that she was feeling a bit better from yesterday’s fiasco.

He goes and stands behind her, leaning forward to grab fruit from the bowl Penny was putting them in. Penny slaps his hand as he draws back his hand from the bowl, successfully stealing three pieces of fruit.

“Don’t make me ban you from the Hard Deck, Bradshaw,” Penny threatens. Bradley pops a piece in his mouth and tosses another one to Peyton, who was grabbing three beers from the fridge.

“I’m your best customer Mama Pen,” Bradley gives her a puppy dog look, to which Penny shakes her head and goes back to cutting the rest of the fruit.

Bradley holds out the last piece of fruit to Aurora who instead of grabbing it with her hands, grabs it with her mouth, letting Bradly feed her.

Peyton rolls his eyes at the two’s actions, whereas the moms watch and give each other knowing looks.

“Alright Romeo, we got some beer deliveries to do,” Peyton calls out to Bradley, drawing the two out from their bubble. Bradley rolls his eyes, before giving Aurora a wink, following Peyton out of the kitchen.

Aurora watches them leave, as her face turns pink. Looking around the kitchen when the two leave, she notices the attention on her from everyone in the kitchen and what they’d just seen.

“Shut up,” she mumbles as they all laugh and get back to what they were doing.

—

“Ice, please don’t ask me to send someone else to die. Please don’t, don’t ask me to send him. Send me,” Maverick pleads to Iceman.

Maverick and Iceman decided to sit in Ice’s office to talk about the mission, away from everyone’s ears.

Iceman types on his computer. ‘It’s time to let go.’

Maverick sighs seeing those words.

It’s not just about letting go of Rooster, but his twins as well. Maverick loves his daughter and his son, and he loves Rooster as well.

But he knew if he let Rooster go on the mission and he didn't come back, he not only lost his godson, but his children as well as his best friend. They wouldn’t forgive him. He couldn’t let go.

“I don’t know how,” he whispers.

“I’m not a teacher, Ice,” tears start running down Maverick’s face. “ I’m a fighter pilot. A naval aviator. It’s not what I am, it’s who I am.”

Ice sits and lets him rant.

“How do I teach that? Even if I could teach it, it’s not what Rooster wants. It’s not what the Navy wants. That’s why they canned me the last time, the only reason why I’m here is you,” Maverick goes on.

“If I send him on this mission, he might never come home. Goose and Carole would never forgive me. Let alone Peyton and Aurora,” Maverick chokes on his words, as the tears start streaming down.

“And if I don’t send him, he’ll never forgive me. Either way, I could lose him forever. I could lose Goose, Carole, the twins.”

Maverick looks back at the computer that had the words still typed out in front of them, as if it was haunting him. It was time to let go.

“I know, I know,” Maverick sniffles, knowing Ice said all he could. Ice nods for him and Maverick to stand up. He coughs a little before speaking to Maverick.

“The Navy needs Maverick. The kids need Maverick. That’s why I fought for you. That’s why you’re still here,” Ice hoarsely tells him.

Hearing those words, Maverick hugs him. “Thank you, Ice. For everything,” Maverick whispers to him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ice chuckles before separating from the hug.

“One last thing,” Ice mutters. Maverick braces himself for what he’s about to say.

“Who’s the better pilot? You or me?” Ice asks. Maverick smirks at him.

“This is a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it,” they chuckle before hearing a knock on the door. Aurora pops her head in, seeing the two men.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Aurora asks them. They shook their heads.

“Good, dinner is ready! Better come soon before Bradley and Peyton eat the whole table,” Aurora snickers.

“We heard that!” Peyton calls out.

“You were meant to!” Aurora turns to call out down the hall. She looks back at Maverick and Ice before nodding back at them and turning to go to where the food was. Maverick and Ice chuckle, following after the girl together.

—

Dinner was in the backyard since there were quite a few of them in the house and they wouldn’t all fit in the kitchen. Everyone grabbed their food, and was scattered around the backyard, all in different groups.

The dads were sitting around a small table, talking with a beer in each of their hands. Ice had his phone out so he could type what he wanted to say. The moms were sitting on the porch swing, watching the kids and gossiping about who knows what.

Bradley and Aurora were sitting on the grass next to each other on a sheet that Sarah had laid out for them.

Amelia and Peyton were originally sitting with them too as they ate their food, but opted to play with Ice and Sarah’s grandchildren, with CJ as well. Ice and Sarah’s children were busy, so Ice and Sarah had offered to watch them for the weekend.

Aurora was pointing out a constellation to Bradley to which he was honestly trying his best to understand. Truthfully, he just liked stargazing with her, not really taking in much information.

“You’re not listening, are you?” Aurora turns to look at Bradley. Bradley shakes his head.

“I am so listening.”

“Really? Then which constellation did I point out?”

“Uhhh…the really bright one.”

“Bradley!”

“Sorry!” He groans. “I’m just not looking forward to training tomorrow.”

“I think dad said something about a surprise,”Aurora tries to reassure him.

“Ugh, knowing him it’s going to be 500 pushups on top of a mile run.”

Aurora laughs at Bradley’s complaining.

“You’ll be fine, B. I highly doubt it’s going to be that intense of a surprise.”

“He made us do 200 pushups on the first day.”

“Well, to be fair, I think that was all Fanboy and Payback from what I’ve been told.”

Bradley shakes his head before laying on his back. Aurora, still sitting, turns to watch him lay down.

“Just leave me here to die,” he mutters. Aurora giggles before deciding to poke his stomach.

He spazzes before trying to tickle Aurora in retaliation, but she was too fast for him and stood up right away before he could even start something.

“I’m going to get water, do you want anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine.” Bradley stays laying down, as Aurora walks away to grab a water bottle.

“Hey little star,” Goose calls out to her, as she passes them.

“That nickname is never going away is it,” she sighs, as she plops into a seat next to him, with her dad and Uncle Ice sitting across.

“You’ll always be our little star,” Goose answers. She sighs and looks at them.

“Alright, let’s get this over with. I know what you’re going to ask.”

“Sweetie, we just want to make sure you’re doing okay,” Maverick reassures her.

“I am.”

“Hon, Bradley said you had an anxiety attack yesterday,” Goose says.

“Traitor,” Aurora mutters. “Look,” she begins to explain. “It was a long day, work was kicking my ass, tensions were high, and Bradley came on a bit strong when we were talking. He apologized, and we made up. I’m fine.”

“Did you tell him about what happened?” Ice types out on his phone.

“No, he said he understands I will come to him when I’m ready. And I’m not right now. But I will be, just not now,” Aurora sighs.

“You have to tell them all eventually sweetie,” Maverick speaks up. “If you keep it in any longer, it’s going to crash down.”

“I know, dad. I just, I’m getting used to being back home. I need to be able to think straight before I tell them all the shit that’s happened.”

“We’re here for you whenever you’re ready, little star,” Goose reassures her. Aurora smiles at Goose, giving him a small side hug.

“Thanks, all of you for being there for me. I better head back to Bradley before he wonders where I am.” Aurora gets up, gives her dad and Uncle Ice a side hug, before heading back to Bradley.

The three men watch her walk away before sighing.

“I’m worried, Ice. Her being back at NCIS worries me, even if she is behind a desk,” Maverick tells them.

Ice types out, “She’s a strong woman now. She’s not a baby anymore.”

“Aurora can hold her own, Mav. She’s a Mitchell, “ Goose affirms, agreeing with Ice’s statement.

“That’s what worries me, Goose,” Maverick sighs.

Soon Penny, Carole, and Sarah join them.

They all glance at Aurora and Bradley, who were now both laying next to each other, laughing as Aurora was trying to still point out a constellation to Bradley.

Peyton and Aurora soon sit next to them, while CJ sits next to Aurora. The adults all smile, realizing how much they all had grown up.

“Will they ever get together already?” Carole groans, as she sits in Goose’s lap.

“You just want to win the bet,” Maverick chuckles.

“Well that too! I mean, how are they not together yet?” Carole wonders.

“Work, and timing honey,” Goose simply answers.

“Besides, even if they get together soon, Penny will be winning the bet,” Sarah answers. Ice looks at the document on his phone where they had put the bet and nods, agreeing with his wife.

“At least I didn’t put by the time they turn 50,” Penny accusingly looks at Maverick.

“What?! I’m optimistic!”

“50 years old, Pete?!”

“50 years old is young in my opinion!” Maverick argues. Penny shakes her head at Maverick.

“What about Peyton and his new boyfriend?” Carole asks.

“Boyfriend?! What do you mean?!” Maverick exclaims, not knowing about Jake and Peyton.

“Oh boy, you did it now Carole,” Goose mutters.

They start discussing, with Maverick trying not to flip out about how his kids were growing up.

The group of four, Peyton and Amelia, sat back with Bradley and Aurora, turning to see them in a heated discussion.

“What do you think that’s about?” Peyton wonders.

“Do you really want to know?” Amelia answers back in the form of a question.

They turned back to see them, and shook their heads.

“Nope,” the trio replies. And they all laugh out loud.

The giggles and heated discussion from the backyard could be heard echoing through the night.

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Garden

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Can you remind me of my gravity? Ground me when I'm tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to Earth You keep me down to Earth

Warnings: fluffy smut, feelings, reader has anxiety, talks of toxic relationships, weed smoking, past Draken and Emma, oral sex (f receiving), reader gets pick up, reader has fem anatomy no pronouns, use of honey/love dubcon (?) just in case because they were smoking, consent implied but not explicitly given, let me know if I missed anything

Notes: this is part of @sirenh4ll’s sza collab for Garden! You don’t have to listen to the song while reading but it does set the mood. I had a lot of fun writing this. As always, reader is implied as black! No descriptors used though so feel free to read.

You were never one for fairy tail romance or relationships. Dealing with other people was never easy for you. Riddled with a brain that didn’t produce enough serotonin and an amygdala that reacted so often your body was always in a constant state of restlessness you usually kept to your self. So when you did find people that you could connect with you attached yourself to them and stayed with them as long as they were supposed to remain in your life. This lead to a series of toxic friendships and partners that sucked every ounce of who you were from you until you were nothing more than a shell of your former self. Which is how you ended up here. After your last relationship ended and you graduated you packed up your things and accepted a job that allowed you to move out of your home country to Japan giving you time and space to start over.

Everything wasn’t perfect, no. You still struggled with things, and had your days where you sat in your bed and cried for hours, but it was better than it was. You were growing, learning how to be yourself without repressing yourself or fear. Plus, Being a foreigner people tended to avoid you anyways making it easy for you to matriculate through the streets, to work, and back home without hassle. Everything was going great until you met him. Not that he made things worse, no he undoubtedly made things better, easier, you felt comfortable and that’s why you were scared.

Ken Ryuguji, or Draken, as he insisted you call him the first time you all met on the stairs of your shared apartment building, he lived a few doors down. You two became quick friends as he insisted on showing you around considering you were all alone. As time progressed you two spent hours hanging around each others houses, spending nights out with each other until the sun started peaking above the horizon. You two shared bits and pieces of your lives before your paths converged, never fully allowing the other in. You weren’t eager to make the same mistakes you’d made again, unwilling to bare yourself to him completely just so he wouldn’t disappear like everyone before. Unbenounst to you draken fely the same.

Currently the two of you sat on the floor of your living room passing a lit joint between the two of you. Draken propped up on the floor against the couch right beside your legs that were dangling over the edge. As usuall, in times like these both of you let your guard down just enough to let your mouths move freely with each other.

“You know Kenny, I’m glad I met you. I was fucked up when I got here, felt like I just floating along and then boom you’ve been keeping me grounded ever since” the words just sort of slipped out with an airy giggle at the end.

Smoking always made your tongue a little looser. He had been your saving grace, always coming through when you needed him, even if you never said you did. The man had a sixth sense, felt your turbulence and acted as the pilot to guide you through it. He’d been there to give you sound advice, called you on your bullshit, encouraged you when you needed and pushed against you when he knew you needed him to. Made you stand on your own but was always close enough to catch you. Even let you hang out with his friends and make them your own.

“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew everything about me honey”

“I don’t think you’d think that way if you knew everything about me”

“‘s nothing like my pas- ”

“I like you just how you are now Kenny, that stuff doesn’t matter to me”

“And I’ve stuck beside you this long haven’t I”

Those two encrypted confessions leading your next actions, making them feel like they weren’t your own. Your body instinctually moving from the seat of the couch to rest on his, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling your mouth to meet his, which he easily reciprocated.

He was unhurriedly savoring the way his lips fit against yours, the way your tongues were introducing themselves to each other, hands coming to clasp behind your back dragging you just that much closer to him. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been thinking about this, not initially but days spent with you had left him in need of making his thoughts tangible. After his messy breakup with Emma, he didn’t think he’d be willing to trust another person to be in his life in that way again. But with you it was easy, you didn’t want anything from him which made it so easy for him to give you everything that he saw you needed and deserved. He wanted to pick up your pieces, see the rest of what you hid within your little garden, and help you make it grow.

Pulling himself away from you just enough to push a few words through the space “ready to be mine ‘s forever or nothing” instead of words you pushed your mouth back against his in response. Bending his legs and pushing himself up to stand still holding you in his arms he walked the path down to your room in the back of the apartment. Lips never leaving yours all the way, before flopping you onto the bed causing you to giggle. Without wasting much time, he looped his fingers into the band of the sweats you had been wearing and pulled them down your legs, grabbing your underwear in the process. Reaching up to remove your shirt and toss it over your head before reaching to take his own off as well.

His hands, rough from years of mechanic work, roamed across your body before spreading your legs apart. He fixed you with a look, giving you another chance to back out which you declined with the slight incline of your head, before dipping his head and attaching himself onto your arousal. A deep moan left your mouth, he was everywhere. Hands still exploring your body, tongue writing love notes across your clit before taking exploratory licks into your hole, his eyes locked on the expressions flittering across your face. It was too much, his ministrations leading you into your first orgasm faster than anyone, yourself included, had ever done before. Ensuring he drank everything you gave him he placed a small kiss on your clit before making his way back up your body to meet your lips again.

“pants off now” a whine of words, more than anything but unwilling to make you wait any longer he quickly disregards his pants and underwear in one motion leaving him exposed to you. He was pretty. Sized perfectly for his tall and lean frame, veins leading their way towards a perfectly pink tip. Grabbing your legs, looping his hands around your knees pushing them up to meet the sides of your chest and lining himself up with your now throughly dripping hole he slides himself in to the hilt not giving you much time to adjust to him as synchronized moans rack through both of your bodies.

“S-so good for me baby, jus fits in you so perfect” his hips start moving, just barely enough to be a noticeable amount of friction but also just enough to have constant stimulation hitting that one little spot inside of you. “Feels soo good hugging my dick so tight love” constant streams of his praises falling into your ears causing your second orgasm to rip it’s way through you without warning. The constrictive pulsing of your walls around him sending him over the edge just after you. Draining every drop of himself into you before pulling out to watch it drip out and down towards the sheets. Using his tongue to capture the fallen droplets and kissing your sensitive clit he finally dropped you legs and laid beside you.

Arms wrapping around your body to pull you into him, eyes meeting yours filled with a deep affection you were sure you missed before “you know I love you right” looking in his eyes you were sure you believed him, how could you not “when you say it like that, I don’t think I could believe anything else” returning his embrace with a small “I love you too” mumbled into the planes of his chest.

#shwrites #tokyo rev smut #Draken x reader #draken x black!reader #x black reader #shwriteskenryuguji #✞SOS. collab #one shot #long fic #tokyo revengers

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marshallsfav123 · 5 days

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dating Eminem in the mid 2000s-2010 headcannon

WARNING: bad grammar, smut, typing errors

Playlist to listen to while reading: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2lVdqa9C8btZQONV54RYAc?si=Y826x96lSlaSxwqqgIr5fA&pi=e-lo6z5r2gTD-Z

What he would do/ the relationship included:

I would imagine him being a SIMP if you give him affection and love, like i think that man would have been like: ‘I don’t deserve your sweetness, Y/N’ and also he would feel this a bit exaggerated because Kim wasn’t anything like this and he wasn’t used to it

He would also be super overprotective and also a bit of a freak cuz of what happened with Kim, but he would eventually trust you

Marshall would most definitely write songs about you, and his love for you (like space bound)

His hand was always fidgeting with your hair, or even sometimes braiding it, he loved to play with your hair

He would always refer to you as ‘mine’ or ‘princess’ or ‘my girl’

He would also compliment you every single day, he would be like: ‘you look stunning my lady’ or ‘I love that dress on you’ and stuff like that

He would ALWAYS 100% pay for EVERYTHING that you/ you both buy, he would get mad if you tried to pay

Whenever you had cramps or periods, he would always bring you sweets with tea/coffee and rub your belly so the cramps would go away

If you cried this man would go all out and buy you a cute stuffed animal and a box of chocolate and your favourite flavours and cuddle with you and motivate you to feel better and obviously wipe your tears away with kisses

When you hurt yourself in the kitchen, like cutting you hand a little with the knife, he would take your finger and wrap his finger around it for pressure and put on a Bandaid and kiss it

If you stubbed your toe he would gently pat your toe and say: ‘it’s okay’

He loves when you jump hug him like a teenage girl, idk why

He always loved to hug you tight, it felt comforting for him

He loves it when you cook for him, and he would always help with cleaning up the mess and making food

Whenever you guys had a fight or an argument, he never raised his voice at all, and tried to fix things by talking to eachother about the problems in the relationship and you both solved it.

You too both had a sweet Tooth so you always went to the ice cream shop near you and get vanilla ice cream, one spoon for two

If you were anxious or just stressed he would always comfort you, and cuddle with you and give you neck kisses to calm you down

He would introduce you to all his friends, the d12 guys and obviously Dre, if they said anything to you, he would get mad and give them the look or talk to them in private

He always opened the door for you. The definition of ‘ladies first’

If you were sitting, his hand would be on your thighs, not in a weird way though

His gaze was always on you, THE eye contact was THERE

He would always mention you, or bring you on stage when he preformed and when there was paparazzi, he wrapped his hands around you so they couldn’t do anything to you

After you got married he had your face tattooed on his shoulder (your name or face)

He bought you ALOT of gifts before and after marriage, mostly perfume and jewellery but he did buy you more thoughtful and less expensive ones, like cute little love letters and your favourite flowers

He always carried your stuff like bags or shopping bags. Anything, even if it was the girlies bag he would always snatch it out of your hand and carry it himself

He had the most soft spot in his heart for you, even though he looked intimidating at first, he would baby talk for you, like: ‘who’s the most cute little pinky pie? It’s you, Y/N’

If you two were away, he would text you SO many times, he was scared to lose you

Every once in a while you two would make heart pizzas together or brownies with heart sprinkles, and you would cuddle, with a romantic movie going on and he would feed you the food.

He ONLY has eyes for you and no one else

In the field of making love, he was very gentle and slow, sometimes so gentle that it would just be him inside you and no moving and his arms around you cuddling and kissing. He also loved your hand on his back or your head on his chest, he also loved to just leave his hand on your chest. he was a slow type of guy.

He always showed his gratitude, to have you, he always said things like: ‘thank god I have you I wouldn’t know what to do without you, my love’

This man WAS A GENTLEMAN, THE DEFINITION OF GENTLEMAN.

He also loved quick pecks on the lips, he was more of a shy type of guys so make outs would be a bit intimidating for him at first.

You two mostly made love at night, and the next morning, this man would treat you like a QUEEN, breakfast in bed, cuddles, wine, flower etc

He’s the type of guy that would tell you which shade of red is best for you and not tell you ‘they’re all the same’

He likes to style your hair, braids or ponytail, and then he gives you a peck

He finds it cute when you giggle, or when you laugh or when you bush.

TIMELINE:

Meeting:

You go to the bar near your house, you were alone at home for some time so you though it would be fun to go to the bar

Your step into the bar and there’s a handsome man, buzz cut and gorgeous blue eyes, dressed in a gray hoodie and baggy ish black pants sitting on the chairs, alone

Every other person in the bar is dancing but you only wanna drink, not dance so you order your drink an take a seat next to the man with a buzz cut

His gaze gets locked on you for a second and moves away to his drink his hand

He looks at you again, and says: hey, what’s your name?

You blush slightly and say: I’m Y/N and you?

Marshall he says with a slight shy smirk

You ask him: what’s that your drinking?

He says: vodka with cherry juice and lemon, wanna try?

You say: yeah sure and you take a sip of his drink, it’s sour and so delicious

You say: it’s so yummy

He laughs and says: yeah I know right

He says: can I get your number? Y/N

You say: yeah sure and hand him a piece of paper with your number on it

He says: so what brings you here tonight

You say: I was really bored at home so I was like why not come here cuz my house is really close

He says: sort of the same

You say: well, random question but what is your music taste like?

He says: pretty much just rap and a little bit of pop and some love songs

You say: so you’re kinda soft inside? Huh

He says and laughs: yeah kinda

You laugh along with him while keeping eye contact

relationship:

After a few days after meeting him, he texts you: ‘hey, I was wondering if you’d like to come to the restaurant a few blocks away from the bar we met?’ You reply: ‘yeah sure, just tell me the time you’re gonna come pick me up and I’ll get ready’ he replies ‘ is it okay at 6?’ You reply: ‘yeah sure’

Exactly at 6 he’s there infront of your house in a suit with you favourite flowers in his hand (you told him your favourite flowers In the bar) you go down to meet him, you’re wearing a gorgeous yet simple red dress that match with your nails and a black heel and purse

You say: ‘hi, nice to meet you again’ he says: ‘hey, yeah, you look gorgeous’ you thank him and blush

He opens the door of his Mercedes Benz and you go in, he gives you the flowers and you smell them, they smell divine

After a few minutes and you guys chitchatting, you get to the restaurant and he steps out and opens the door to his car and gives you a hand to help you get up. You think what a gentleman he IS OMG

You get in the restaurant, and they immediately recognize him and lead you guys to a cozy table in the corner.

You sit and look into his beautiful eyes, it’s like the ocean and then he starts a conversation and says: so are you in a relationship? You say no and you ask him the same question and he also says no. After a moment of silence he says: this might sound weird but will you be my girlfriend? You say … sure

It was a bit awkward afterwards but then the food came, a two plates of pasta, with two glasses of wine

You spilled a bit of wine on your red dress it had a bit of a stain so he stood up and bent down and wiped the stain until it was gone you thanked him and he sat back again

*two months of you dating* you’re at his place and you go in the kitchen to get some snacks and then you feel him hugging you from the back and and you turn to face him and you guys share your first kiss, it was passionate yet short but he pulled away slowly

The next day, he bought you a Dior perfume and tulip flowers, he gave then to you and cuddled with you while playing with your hair until you both fell asleep

1 year later, he bought you a diamond ring for your one year anniversary, it went like: he kneeled down and said: happy on year anniversary my love and the you jump hugged him and thanked him. He put his hand around your waist and kissed your jaw and neck, you also gave him a little diary you made from the day you first met. He thanked you and kissed you, again passionate but a bit longer, then you both went to bed and cuddled, and kissed and did it for the first time, it was absolutely amazing, slow yet passionate, and very romantic.

The next day you woke up to him bringing you pancakes in bed with coffee/ tea and some juice and you both fed eachother.

In the afternoon he brought some red wine for the both of you, he poured the both of you a glass, the wine was delicious, pleasantly sweet. You drank the wine while you both talked about your week and also about the first day that you met, it was quite funny, he poured another and another glass, you both got a bit drunk so you went to sleep, And of course he cuddled you from the back.

3 years of you two dating, the relationship is going great, and one night when you two were both pretty drunk, you made love, and realized he wasn’t protected but you two didn’t stress about it, because you were thinking of a child. Since he found out he was unprotected, he cared a lot for you and asked you what you’re feeling to find out if you did get pregnant, and he also did talk to your belly even though you still weren’t sure you were pregnant, he said things like: “hey little one, I hope you’re there and hear me, you’re mom is too beautiful these days”

1 month later, you’re period hasn’t come yet, so you take the test, and it’s positive so you go give him the result, and when he sees it, he holds you close tight, and doesn’t let you go, he kisses your forehead and then kisses your belly.

Surprises:

2 months later, (you moved to his house) he hasn’t come home yet, he usually comes back at 3 but it’s 4 and you’re a bit worried so you text him: hey baby, is everything okay? I’m a bit worried, you’re usually home by now. He replies 2 seconds later: “yeah baby don’t worry just have more things to record in the studio, I’ll be back in 1 hour. Miss you little miss” you relax knowing he’s okay

1 hour later he comes in the door gives you a peck and goes to his room, you go to the kitchen to make dinner and then he comes out with 2 tickets to Rome, Italy. He says: “I thought we could travel a bit to relax, I hope you like it.” You interrupt him and say: “baby I love it, I always wanted to go to Rome, you jump hug him and he kisses your neck.

1 week later, (you were in Rome already) you see him walking in the room with a suit and a beautiful black dress for you: “I thought it would be cool if we dressed up and took some pictures” he comes and kisses you and you change into dress, it’s so gorgeous, and you put on your heels and step out of the hotel. You take a ride to The Colosseum (it’s in the afternoon and there is still sun) there’s a photographer there waiting for you two, and you turn your back to get some picture, and as you took the picture and turn back to him, he is on one knee with a gorgeous, even more beautiful than your anniversary rings, diamond ring and he’s says: “Y/N, will you marry me?” You are speechless and say: “yes!” He puts his hand on you waist and pulled you into a long, passionate kiss the photographer took so many wonderful pictures and then you went back to the hotel

You guys had a lot of eye contact and the he pulled you in his arms and stated kissing you, he slowly removed your dress and just hold you close to him, as he gave you kisses all over your face and the your body, he mumbled “I love you so much Y/N…” then after 30 minutes you both put on pjs and cuddled and kissed and fell asleep.

The baby:

He was very caring and ready for your water to break any day, any time, it was your last few weeks of pregnancy so it was pretty close, he also talked to your belly all the time, he would say things like: “you my little baby girl, daddy’s so proud of you baby, daddy bought you a few pink overalls, and cute bows to put on your hair when you grow them, daddy’s excited to meet you, mommy’s getting tired though, but it’s fine daddy’s taking care of her” (YES ITS A GIRL YALL)

He was rubbing your huge belly, you were in a lot of pain and then, out of no where, your water broke, he immediately packed the bag and called his driver, carried you in the car, and went straight to the hospital, he was playing with your hair to calm you down, and it did calm you down, he mumbled things like: “it’s okay baby, we’re going though this together, don’t worry about it”

You got to the hospital and went in the room immediately, he gave you your favourite stuffed animal that he got you when you were crying last year. He runned his finger through your hair to calm you down, the doctor came in and took a look, he said it was an emergency and you had to give birth in 10 minutes, it got a bit stressful but you had Marshall, it felt safe.

10 minutes later the doctor came in and did some stuff, the doctor told you to be prepared for pushing, and you did. You held Marshall’s hand and stated pushing as hard as you could, it was painful but you had Marshall there motivating you, you squeezed his hand for comfort and tears rolled down your face, you were in horrible pain, but you did it, you heard crying, she was out..

Marshall was crying, a lot actually the doctors put her in your arms, when she was in your arms she stopped crying. The doctor said: “welcome to motherhood.”

Marshall was crying a lot, in joy not sad. You passed out from the amount of pain, so they handed the baby to Marshall, you could hear everything though, Marshall was talking to the baby, saying: “hi little one, welcome to this world.” He started crying again and held the baby.

After a few minutes you woke up, you weren’t in pain anymore and you saw Marshall holding the baby, it was so cute. It’s like he turned into a whole nother person with this baby, it was super adorable and sweet.

When he noticed you were awake he bended down and kissed your forehead and looked at you proud.

You and him already had her name planned, it was charlotte, it also fit how she looked, elegant.

(This is it for this headcannon, but I’m making another one that is a baby with Marshall in the mid 2000s-2010 and it’s more in detail about having a baby’s with him, I hope you enjoyed, bye 🫶🏻)

#Eminem head cannon #Eminem fanfic

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brezchez · 6 months

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I remember - Tenrose

Welcome to the first of my 1989 themed fics! I know that Style is before this, but I'm having a bit of trouble writing it at the moment so I'll be releasing the next ones and hopefully, before this is all over I'll have written it.

This fic is written from Rose's perspective, sort of like a diary entry in a way, and takes place around 5 months after their goodbye in 'Doomsday' (I'm still in mourning). If you spot any lyric references, comment them!

With that all being said, enjoy :)

Song: Out Of The Woods

Pairing: Tenrose (Tenth Doctor X Rose Tyler) - Doctor Who

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I once knew a man called The Doctor. He, like his name, was strange, mysterious and confusing; you could rarely ever get a straight answer out of him. And if you managed to, it would only be because you’d have to force every damn bone in his body to get it out.

When he talked, it would sometimes be as if he was only saying words, making noise, not as if he knew that someone was listening.

But I was.

I was always hearing The Doctor. I soaked up his endless rants like a sponge absorbing water, and I loved it. Somewhere along the lines, I think that, one day, he picked up that I was actually there, that I was someone who was present with him in the moment, someone who was willing to truly pay attention to every word that flew out of those pinkish little lips of his.

He saw me, like I saw him, and that was all I needed in life.

Looking at it now, it all seemed so simple. Those adventures that we’d have all seem like distant dreams now. What I wouldn’t give to go on just one more with him. Please, just one. Every night, I look up at the stars. I search for that blue box, knowing that I’d never find it yet still clinging onto that glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I will. Mum says that she understands, and I suppose to an extent she does. But she’ll never know how much my heart aches and cries and screams for him. And neither will he. He’s probably off bouncing between galaxies and shooting all over space, battling evil forces and saving the entire universe from destruction. The worst part is that he won't have anyone with him. He's alone, and that’s what breaks me the most.

During every adventure we’d go on together, my head told me it wasn’t safe. I always knew that there was a looming danger hanging over me, whispering in my ear that whatever foreign planet that we were on would be the last I’d ever step on. The constant questions: Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? They’d continuously ring in my ears like sirens blaring, but I’d ignore them.

That constant anxiety of being around The Doctor; I’ll admit it was suffocating and of course frightening. But at the same time, it was also so thrilling. To know that I would spend the rest of my days living on, not just the edge of the universe but also the edge of life; I revelled in the feeling. And to also be by The Doctor’s side through it all? I knew that that was all I wanted. Gone was the boring life I knew as a shop assistant in London - I never wanted to go back.

But of course, fate had other plans.

Looking at it now, The Doctor and I… we were built to fall apart, yet somehow we’d always find a way to fall back together. It was as if we were defying the laws of time and space itself by surviving through everything. Our first adventure (with his new dashing face) on New Earth, becoming stranded on Krop Tor, dealing with aliens in 1953 or even stopping an attack from outer space during the 2012 London Olympics. All the while, those questions: ‘Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet?’, they would echo over and over and over again, swarming in my mind. There were times where I’d think they’d come true and the end would finally catch up to me.

However, we pulled through it all, and we did it together. But I guess, with every disaster that we made out of alive, the angrier the universe became. Until finally, we were dealt the final blow and I was separated from him. Forever.

Not a day goes by that I don’t remember his face; in those final moments that I saw him, the real him, not just a hollow image of a man I used to be able to touch. I remember his expression as clearly as if I was still there, the daleks screaming as they were being sucked into that void and me, clinging onto that damn lever like a lifeline. His eyes, wide with dread as his face paled in horror; it burned into my memory, scarring me forever. Whenever I close my eyes, I can still see it.

The next time I saw him, it wasn’t him. Not really. He said it himself, “just an image, no touch”. I remember how quickly my heart dropped and all my hope vanished. I remember breaking down, sobbing, falling into a million pieces right in front of him. I remember wishing that we would hold me, comfort me, tell me it was just a glitch in the system that he could easily fix, like he always knew how. But he had to tell me the truth that I wouldn’t face.

I still remember that grin on his face that always did its best to hide The Doctor’s true emotions, and those silly, sweet eyes that would betray him, and lay himself bare to me when we said goodbye. The last things he said to me, that I was the one adventure he could never have, will stay with me forever, cemented in my memories like the stars in the sky.

I’ll always remember the aching of my heart, the screaming pain of confessing through my sobs, “I love you.” And I’ll always remember his final words…that were never finished.

“Rose Tyler…”

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I once knew a man called The Doctor. He, like his name, was strange, mysterious and confusing. But that’s who he was, and that’s who he’ll always be. Maybe I’ll never know what he was going to say to me that day, at Bad Wolf Bay. Maybe I’ll never truly know if he ever loved me back. Maybe I'll never know if I'll ever see him again.

But I'm out of the woods now. Hopefully, I'll be in the clear soon too.

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Please like, comment and reblog! 🫶 (If I haven't broken your heart too much)

#1989 taylor's version #1989 tv #taylor swift #swifties #tswift #fanfic #out of the woods #doctor who #tenrose #timepetals #tenth doctor #rose tyler #david tennant #billie piper #rose x ten #1989 song fics

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themoonsbride · 1 year

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ok ok listen i just NEED to read something like that and if you're okay with writing this, PLEASE DO IT!!! I was listening to "Strawberries and Cigarettes" by Troye Sivan and I'm just- 😫😫

Reader and Jamie are smoking cigarettes on their balcony in the middle of the night and later she takes her favorite strawberry chewing gum and she asks Jamie if he wants one too and then they kiss and it's just xhsjjsjdk OR if you have other scenario you can write it different ofc<33

Have a lovely day or nightt my dear xo

aww you too love !! I'd love to write this for you :)

My Strawberry .

pairing: Jamie Bower x Fem!Reader

summary; in the request!! Jamie and Reader smoke cigarettes together on the balcony while it's raining, and he soon after gives her some chocolate covered strawberries :)

warnings; smoking !

a/n; I had an idea for a fic similar to this awhile ago, but I never got the chance to write it, when i first listened to this song, i thought i wouldnt like it but i actually love it, it reminds me of summer love . ♡ (year is 2015 in this fic !)

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The weather outside looked gorgeous. You always had a special kind of love for early summer rain, there was just something different about that made you happy, it reminded you of the love you had held in your heart for your lover.

Your 2 year anniversary was going to be coming up soon, and you couldn't be happier about it. You'd spent the day just reading in the livingroom with the sound of the rain tapping on the sliding glass door that lead out to the small balcony that came with your apartment.

You remember when you and Jamie had first moved into the apartment you now lived in.

"Wow.. This is pretty big huh?" Jamie's voice echoed throughout the hollow apartment.

"Yeah! and it's pretty empty aswell, 'huh?'" You replied, examining the kitchen whilst your boyfriend was in the bedroom.

"It'll come to life soon, we just have to add a few touches is all." You giggled to yourself as you then looked at the huge empty space that would be claimed and decorated as your livingroom.

The walls were white like freshly fallen snow, and the floorboards were a soft brown color, like the color of milk chocolate.

You soon joined Jamie inside the bedroom, wrapping his arm around your waist, he kissed you softly as you felt your cheeks hue pink when the both of you pulled away, and saw him smile at you.

you'd been living here together for about a year now, and it had the special mixes of both of you, like how there was a tapestry hung above the TV in the bedroom that the two of you shared.

And Jamie had shelves of his little gothic nick nacks like small skulls fans had gifted him or little trinkets of Jace, like rings, or a rune tattoo Lazer, it was fake, but it did light up, though the both of you were pretty sure it was just a cat Lazer.

And there was always the lingering smell of cigarettes and apple blossoms inside your apartment, the apple blossom part came from you, you used the scent as your shampoo and conditioner, and even had an apple and vanilla perfume. You didn't favorite apples though, the products just smelt nice. Your favorite fruit was really strawberries.

It was a calm day inside the apartment, you'd often think of what to do for dinner for you and your boyfriend, sometimes you'd get off topic and think about whether or not you'd both get married one day, or just silly little imaginary things that only young children thought about, atleast that's what you had told yourself.

You lifted your head from out of your book that you drowned yourself in the pages of. Having read about 15 chapters in just one day, normally the amount was about 3 or 4, sometimes 5.

The silhouette of a person out at the balcony caught your attention, you placed the small index bookmark in your page and placed it down next to it as you stood up and slid your body into the outside where Mother Nature softly cried down onto everyone, Jamie was having trouble lighting his cigarette, and you smiled.

He looked over at you, his eyes a little wide and filled with curiosity as you gently grabbed the lighter from him, lighting the small intoxicated stick that was buried between his soft lips. He smiled a little at your success of doing what he couldn't, Neither of you had said anything to eachother yet, but there wasn't any words that needed to be said in the first place.

He pulled the pack of Marbolo's from his Jean pocket and handed you one, you smiled at him as you pulled one out, he took the lighter from you this time and returned the favor of lighting your cig now. How could someone have been so damn cute so effortlessly?

There you both were, leaning against the black railing of the balcony that had rusted over the years, turning crimson red in the night and looking strawberry red during the days where the blue sky was bright and beautiful and the sun was hot and beamed on everyone.

Looking up at the foggy moonlight sky reminded you of the night's Jamie would sneak you onto set when he was filming for The Mortal Instruments; City of Bones, And when he'd finally be able to catch a break from his coworkers spending the next 30 minutes of yaking about how they were excited to see the finished product, you'd both sneak off and out the hotel he was required to stay in.

The sound of the door clicking open made you immediately lift up your head excitedly as you wanted the gorgeous blonde man enter the veiw.

"Sorry baby, Rob and Lilly kept going on about the film and how they're excited to see it when it's done, actor stuff" Jamie laughed embarrassed, his hand pressed against the side of his neck.

"Don't be sorry! it's fine, really I get it Jamie, do you wanna go to bed? I know your probably exhausted from today." You examined his figure while a smile formed on his mouth, and his eyes went from anxious to excited.

"Actually.. How about we sneak out, out of the hotel? We should go do something fun!" He said walking over to you and grabbing your hand, desperately hoping you'd agree.

"I don't know.. Can't you get into trouble for that? I mean, what if we get caught?" Your voice was nervous but your mind was screaming at you to say yes and have a night you'd never forget with your boyfriend.

"So what if I get caught? We're halfway through the film, it's not like they'd fire me love, please sneak out with me?" He sat beside you and pouted out his lower lip, giving you those puppy eyes he knew you wouldn't have been able to say no to.

You'd sigh heavily and then smile cheekishly.

"Okay.. okay okay! fine, let's go" And then he'd jump up and hurry to the door while you laced your converse on and joined him to venture the night that was awaiting your arrival.

The way Jamie was always able to convince you to do something with him made him seem like some sort of Genie or something or other along those lines, but you enjoyed the way he convinced you to do dangerous things with him from time to time that would've gotten both of you into trouble.

You didn't even realize you were halfway through your cigarette, or that Jamie was closer to you now, practically touching shoulders with you, and that he was holding your hand.

There were often times were your mind would get lost venturing into the memories you'd made with Jamie, Sometimes you couldn't even help yourself. You'd never met someone who made you feel the way he did, he made life feel like a daydream.

"I have something for you, Love." Jamie mumbled to you, you looked away from the crying sky and over at Jamie, He was so calm and Suttle at the moment that you thought if you moved in any sort of fast motion it was startle him.

"What is it?" Your voice was soft and quiet, and a small cresent of a smile formed on his mouth at the sound of it.

"Over here.." He flicked his practically fully smoked cigarette out into the grass before he smushed all the ash against the railing of the metal fence of the balcony.

The both of you slid between the sliding glass, fingers interlocking together as he'd brought you into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter as the light bulb from the fridge lit both of your faces, Jamie's long slender arm reached into the back of the fridge, pulling out a white thin box.

He smiled as he handed it to you, peeking into the small plastic window at the top you gasped quietly at the sight of strawberries dipped in chocolate, with dyed white chocolate that was pink drizzled on top of them, some had sprinkles littered all over them, he kissed your forehead as your teeth preformed a bubbly smile.

"Can we eat them? right now?" Jamie nodded happily as you both slid up onto the counter together, as you carefully opened the box and decided to take a picture before eating any of them, to brag about on one of your media platform stories.

You handed him one gently as he waited for you to pick out yours, it was a medium sized strawberry dipped in dark chocolate with heart shaped sprinkles covering the chocolate, and resting your head on Jamie's shoulder.

"I love you, Y/n." Jamie whispered softly and kissed the top of your head, and your heart melted instantly just like your taste buds.

#jamie bower fluff #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell #jamie bower #jamie bower x you #jamie campbell bower imagine #jcb #jcb roles #beginner writer

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prahacat · 1 year

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Most Nigh to Tears and Memory

Dooku decides it’s about time he starts living his best life. Songfic, originally written for the march prompt “road trip” for YOTP2023, but it ended up being genfic. 2720 words.

It’s the tenth day and Dooku is still alive. The news doesn’t even report his disappearance; Sidious is most likely pulling all the strings to cover it up as long as possible. Dooku is relieved, but also a bit disappointed. He likes to see himself in the news, preferably in medium shot, three-quarter view. Whoever at HoloNet News specializes in him has a knack for picking pretty shots.

At a remote outer-rim trading outpost, he purchases a fancy blue robe, has his hair dyed dark and his ship painted neon spinach green. He buys an audiochip that promises “two hundred and twenty of the galaxy’s most moving arias, from excruciating to exhilarating.”

“Hey, can I have your autograph?” asks the little boy standing behind him in the checkout line.

Dooku’s heart shoots into his throat, but the boy continues: “My friends will never believe I’ve met Keskala Durne.”

Relieved (but also disappointed), Dooku signs the boy’s hand. He goes for two wild spaghetti squiggles because he has no idea how to spell that name. The boy grins at his hand. “Wizard!”

“Definitely not,” Dooku grumbles.

Back in his ship, he starts the audiochip and searches the HoloNet for Keskala Durne (actually spelled Cesca Ladone) who makes his living writing poetry on socks. Also, he doesn’t look like Dooku at all, not even with the dyed hair. Dooku would never cut hearts into his sideburns, not even for disguise. But for now, it’s better to be mistaken for a sock poet than a murderous Sith.

Dooku opens the bottle of wine he stole from Sidious’ secret stash as his last official act. He already dreams of seeing the Twenty Wonders of the Galaxy. Outside, the stars rush by aimlessly. In my soul, the sleeping flame that you sowed an eternity ago is finally ignited! The small spaceship trembles with dramatic orchestral music bursting from every speaker. That sublime love, the love of freedom—of freedom—of freedom! the baritone cries out with all his soul, and Dooku hums along softly.

On the seventeenth day, Dooku is bitten by a snake. Its black scales shimmer like oil and two red eyes burn on the skin of its neck hood. “Don’t make such a fuss,” Dooku says to the medical droid, who sprays his wrist with ice-cold bacta. He wants to explain that he can use the Force to neutralize just about any extrinsic poison, but the droid might recognize him. Are medical droids in bio-reserve hatcheries up to date on the whereabouts of the Republic’s enemies? As the droid fusses over him, Dooku looks around the room. Incubators everywhere, lots of writhing, swarming and crawling. How long has it been since he last visited a hatchery for endangered species? He knows. Almost five decades. Half a lifetime.

“I’ll administer the antidote immediately,” the droid chirps, pausing only briefly as his data-brain searches for the name Dooku gave him, “Yan Jinn.”

Yan Jinn. Dooku stares at the misbehaving snake curled up in a cage next to him. The snake stares back. Her eyes are blue: deep and old as the sky. “I wish to adopt her,” he says.

Space is cold. The snake prefers to lie in his lap while he reads and sips his wine. Sometimes she bites his wrist. It never changes his blood levels. “I’ll keep you anyway,” Dooku mutters. She coils around his neck, which he takes as a sign of affection. The loud, pompous arias frighten her, so Dooku puts on a cycle of peaceful folk songs he bought on his last planet and sings quietly to her:

Gone is the sweet fragrance of the night flowers

Already the tree loses its crackling golden dress

Wearily my head rests on its cold roots

The autumn in my heart is coming to an end ...

The snake is a good listener.

It takes forty-two days for Dooku to be seriously tempted to play out his identity as Head of State of the Confederacy and powerful Sith Lord. It makes no sense that snakes aren’t allowed in the hot springs, but Thisspiasians are. Dignified, Dooku struts out of the resort and heads to the nearest distillery instead. The supply he has pilfered from Sidious is starting to dwindle anyway.

Three hours later, he’s in high spirits. Literally. “Four, no, five more bottles of the nut brandy. And three of the spiced bofa liqueur as well.” He fumbles for his credits. The snake has fallen asleep with her head buried under his collar.

“I’ll load them into the transport speeder with the wine,” the small Sullustan says politely. “I hope your ship isn’t too far from here?”

Dooku tries to remember where he parked his ship.

“Might I recommend you take more than five bottles of the claret, Mister Jinn?” the Sullustan says. “It’s also an ideal gift for family gatherings.”

Dooku is laughing. “I have no family.”

Bumbling, his ship rises into the sky. After blindly typing whatever coordinates into the computer, Dooku inserts an audio chip with jazz music. Happy, lilting melodies fill the lonely cabin. Dooku feels strangely light-headed. Probably just the alcohol. He turns up the volume. Lost in space but never alone, he sings along, falling through a wormhole back to the place where something still waits for us. Catch my hand ...

The snake hides somewhere in a ventilation shaft. “Come out,” Dooku beckons her, “I’m opening the wine. We’re having a family gathering.”

But the snake is nowhere to be seen.

“Is this seat taken?”

Dooku, engrossed in his four-dimensional crossword puzzle, startles. “No, it is not.”

The man sits down in the chair next to him, stretches out his feet in the soft sand, unpacks a datapad and loads the HoloNews. The front page shows a holoimage of Dooku (medium shot, three-quarter profile, an air of nobility; his admirer at HoloNet News doesn’t disappoint). Dooku tries to read the headlines. In the glaring midday sun, he can barely make out the words. Count Dooku Rumored to Have Passed Away; General Grievous: Is He Next? Eighty-one days, and he’s finally dead. With his long beard, his sunglasses and colorful linen pants, the guests in the small beachside tapcaf don’t recognize him. Dooku has a firm grip on their minds: they look at him and just as quickly forget him.

So has the man. Like yesterday, he scrolls through the news too quickly for Dooku to read along. Dooku already has him figured out. A datapad as a prop, routinely polite, orders “just give me whatever” (he gets the same Novablaster as Dooku). He drinks way too fast for this time of the day.

“If you want to turn your little con into a lucrative sideline, I suggest you better remember the faces of the people you sit next to,” Dooku says.

The man lowers his datapad. “Have we met?”

“Yesterday.”

“Oh really?”

“You left without paying.”

“I did?” He turns pale, which only makes his dark stubble stand out more.

Dooku takes a sip of his Novablaster and watches him squirm. He should cut this conversation short and make him pay for both of their drinks. It would be less of a risk. His face is all over the morning news.

Instead, he takes off his sunglasses. “Don’t worry,” he says and finds himself smiling, “I paid your bill.”

The man averts his eyes. “I am so sorry—”

“Oh, don’t be,” Dooku reassures him, voice deadly gentle. A simple, childlike joy bubbles in his stomach, the kind he usually feels only after several glasses of wine. “It’s of no consequence.”

At his polite words, the man cowers in his seat. “I’m truly sorry. It wasn’t intentional ... I just wasn’t paying attention to you, uh ...” He gropes his glass, opening and closing his fingers around it. His gaze darts over the chairs and tables and palm trees like he’s looking for an escape, and his shoulders slump. In a single gulp, he drains his cocktail.

“My daughter.” He presses a button on his datapad and slides it across the table. “Her name is Laidi. I’ve been looking for her for two days. She ran away.”

She doesn’t resemble him. Probably adopted. Laidi has strawberry blonde hair and a face full of freckles that she turns away from the camera as if she doesn’t want to be in the picture. Dooku feels a twinge of anger, perhaps towards her father for forcing her, perhaps towards her for being so ungrateful. She’s probably in her mid-twenties, too old to run away; at her age, it’s called something else. Sometimes he wonders if all the father figures in the galaxy share the same blind spot.

“It’s all been so difficult lately.” The man lifts his glass, realizes it’s empty, puts it back down. “Her mother ... We didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. They told us she fought bravely.” Now he looks Dooku in the eye. No fear, no shame; just the hesitant hope that comes with accepting a gift from a stranger. “Why does that even matter? Why do they always think it matters she was brave? She left anyway.”

Above Laidi’s picture, the news ticker is still flickering. BREAKING NEWS ON THE WAR! Count Dooku Surmised Dead. Search for General Grievous Continues. Is the War at Its End? He would like to tell the man that of all the ways to be dead, being dead as a casualty of war might not be the worst. Eighty-one days: Dooku is in a permanent state of dead-but-not-quite, and he’s simultaneously turning deader and aliver every day. All he wants to do is get drunk, listen to old music, and work through his bucket list of the Twenty Wonders of the Galaxy that he hasn’t visited yet (or that haven’t blown up yet). He should have cut the conversation short and just make the man pay for their drinks. “My condolences.” He leans back, shoulders stiff. “We all hope this war will end soon.”

“It wasn’t the war,” the man says. “She was very sick, you know. She was very sick and didn’t tell us.”

The sun is at its zenith, devouring all the shadows without mercy. In Dooku’s glass, the ice cubes slowly shrivel away, their former edges round and dull. Instead, an ice cube forms in Dooku’s throat. He wishes he was drunk. In front, at the bar, a band starts playing. Some silly modern dance song, very loud. Three, two, one—this is your final countdown, a lady in a red dress sings, the electronics pitching her voice to unnatural heights. Three, two, one—last chance for take-off. Yeah-ha-ha! Ah-wah! Ah-ow! Something stirs in Dooku’s mind. It’s not a modern song, but merely a remix that has been around since his youth. He has a few painful memories of how he used to correct his clan members because the wrong lyrics they came up with were even dumber than the real ones. Hold, hold, hold my hand, face the music, speak your words, dance, dance, dance! This is your final chance!

But out of the two dozen guests in the tapcaf, none is in the mood to dance. The man sitting across from Dooku bursts into tears. Understandable. For some songs, there should be a law banning them from being remixed. Trust people to make a bad thing worse.

The song claws its way into his head and gets stuck. Later, when he returns to his ship, he catches himself mumbling the lyrics—the wrong ones, always the wrong ones. They’re more infectious than the original.

Dooku has checked off four of the Twenty Wonders of the Galaxy when the end of the war is declared.

He stands in the middle of the bustling Neeki Spaceport, in a dense crowd of travelers, all of them staring at the holoscreens on the walls where Palpatine is smiling down at them with fatherly affection. They cheer. The woman next to Dooku cries. Two men hug each other. A Wookiee wraps his hairy arms around Dooku and roars before strangling another innocent victim. “Free candy!” someone yells, and Dooku vaguely registers the paper bag with something warm, sweet-smelling that is thrust into his hand. The Force is a blaze of joy, with a bloody wound gaping in the place where Dooku’s former brothers and sisters used to shine. The war is over, people cheer, yet all Dooku feels is Lights dying and fading.

Dazed, he makes his way through the crowd, a bag of holobooks under his arm, a steel cage full of squeaking mice in his hand. His feet are moving, the world around him is slowly consumed by black mist. Cold sweat gathers beneath his tunics. He refuses to be sick, not now, not here. The war is over. He left his blood meter in the ship, buried at the bottom of some drawer, because just like the news, it never tells him anything he doesn’t already know. A dark brown robe jostles him. Brief eye contact: a near-human male, green-blue eyes, searching, alert. Dooku lowers his gaze, hurries on.

“Hey,” the Jedi calls after him.

He bumps into a Noghri family, engaged in an intimate orgy of hugs. Dooku lifts his purchases and the cage and makes his way forward, knocking one of the Noghri over.

“Hey, stop!”

“Drinks for everyone!” hollers a drunken spaceport officer. “Rejoice!”

Dooku flees into a less crowded corridor of a side terminal. Someone grabs his shoulders. He whirls around, sparks flashing under his skin.

The Jedi smiles sadly. “You lost something,” he says, holding up one of the holobooks Dooku bought earlier. Since both of Dooku’s arms are occupied, he places the holobook on top of the cage. “Cute mice. Need a hand with your luggage?”

Dooku stares at him, hoping he’s not one of the younglings he has taught. It can’t be—he would still remember Dooku. He wouldn’t forget so easily. He would recognize him, dyed hair and thin face and silly new name notwithstanding. There’s something familiar about the Jedi, but it might just be the subdued flame burning in the Force.

“I’m on my way to Coruscant,” the Jedi elaborates. “We’ve all been called back to the Temple.” His mouth curves upward without effort, all the heaviness lies in the stare fixed at Dooku. “If you’re taking public transport toward the Core as well, I’d be happy to help you with your luggage.”

Why are you all so damn gullible, Dooku thinks with desperate disgust. In the spaceport hall, the people burst into wordless howling and cheering. Their loud, rhythmic yo-yo-yo-yo echoes from the walls of the massive building. The mice in the cage have huddled in a corner, silent and docile now, surrendering to their inevitable fate that will lead them into the snake’s stomach.

“Thank you.” Dooku tightens his grip on the cage. “I have my own ship.”

The Jedi nods. “Of course. Have a safe journey, then, friend.”

“And you ...” Dooku’s voice falters. Instead, he hands him the still-warm paper bag. The sugary sweet smell makes him nauseous. “Here, my friend. It’s a long way to Coruscant. Snacks are quite costly on these public freighters, I’m afraid.”

The Jedi’s smile turns soft. For a moment, his serene mask drops, and he accepts the bag with all the eagerness of a youngling craving something sweet.

Yo-yo-yo-yo, the masses shout. It’s starting to sound like a marching song.

Three months and six days and Dooku is still alive. The snake has curled up on his bed and angrily spreads her neck hood when Dooku sits down next to her, the cage with the mice in his lap. He rests and stares ahead, waiting for the black veil to disappear. It never does these days. Absently, Dooku fishes a mouse out of the cage by its tail. Where should he go next? Which wonder of the galaxy should he visit, out of the ones that haven’t blown up yet? The snake slithers closer, flicking her tongue; her eyes are old and frozen. She moves toward him and the gentle rustle of the covers is the only sound in the eerie peace. Everything has gone quiet. Dooku watches her devour the mouse, humming softly to himself.

#star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #dooku #this started out as a silly excuse to make dooku sing ... but got soft and angsty again #yotp 2023 #no otp though so i failed the assignment :(#it's fine i still have 9 more chances to make up for it #prahacat writes #my ff

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zylian · 9 months

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Vitalasys afk adventure ! (Zy summary)

(Within the hour so 32:40 is considered the 33rd hr btw):

(33rd hr) Jumper bodyguard duty & got him an achievement

Mid & 4C showed up and helped Jumper

4C decided to kidnap him, boating loops in the river

Minute killed him, than gave the heart back to prove that he cannot be at spawn but than Jumper said anyone could stream snipe regardless. 5 hearts

Minute & Jumper are moving him out of spawn with rails & minecarts

Stream chat told them to use Camels and now nether travel is easier

Got threatened in vc by Spoke that Vitalasy will be farmed for hearts later but Planet said Vitalasy wasn’t listening since he’s afk so they left

((There are many players who are heart hungry since the recipe hasn’t changed yet))

Jumper & Minute set his spawn and temporarily stopped at jumpers old base, until they need to move him again

Minute lies to Spoke (as he joins vc again to ask how Vi got on the Camel) that Vitalasy has already cheated and there’s no point of him logging on

Minute and Jumper struggle a lot and realize they only need a pumpkin to limit his vision (no curse of binding)

(32nd hr) Minute & Jumper tried to make him tnt jump not thinking the TNT would kill him but the fall, they were wrong. Heart and all his stuff got destroyed. 5 -> 4

(29th hr) Bacon & Ashswag tried a drowning experiment with a resistance and regeneration beacon on Vitalasy. It failed and Vitalasy is down another heart. 4 -> 3

(28th hr) Ash sold him on the market place, Speptical bought him and his kidney for 5 diamonds. Speptical now has him (new teammate) and is making him his fishing buddy.

(26th hr) Speptical and Vitalasy die to an unexpected skeleton and named their team arrow. 3 -> 2

Subz shows up to hang with Spep, gave Vitalasy a new heart to put him back on 3, but Speptical says he's his teammate and he wants to give him a heart so Subz gave Spep a heart (whos at 4 hearts btw) to give to Vi. 2 -> 3

(25th hr) Speptical takes him to space, on the side of woogie's ice planet in the sky with a bubble column. His camel named arrow dies trying to get up as well.

Speptical makes him fish, write a nice sign, than leaves. Subz makes Vitalasy ring a bell, Pangi is also there. Pangi & Subz write signs that promote their channels.

(24th hr) Subz leaves Vi with the pain of the bell, he is not actually saved by Pangi who replaces it with note blocks which Vitalasy cries about.

(23rd hr) Vitalasy is saved by Woogie. No more note blocks. He is taken on a camel trip away from spawn. Woogie is giving a base tour.

Parrot, Ashswag & Spoke show up. Ash has morals and they all try to make him blow up the Mapicc statue. Spoke makes him hit a note block with a dragon head and they give him a goat horn.

(22nd hr) Pangi, Ash & Parrot transport him into the sky on a dirt patch. He is left with Parrot on this sanctuary island & builds him a house

(20th hr) Jumper fell to death in front of Parrot off the island. Parrot returned stuff and heart.

While waiting for Branzy to log on, Jumper and Parrot get a little silly. Parrot takes Vitalasy on a date and plays songs down the mic to Vitalasy, tries to rizz him up multiple time.

Branzy shows up, the trap fails and than Jumper plays angel, Parrot plays the devil as they convince branzy to take Vitalasy's heart. They play hit roulette and Branzy steals the heart. 3 -> 2

(19th hr) Branzy accidentally dies, Parrot gets the heart and gives it back to Vitalasy. Multiple trap attempts on Branzy, Parrot nudges Branzy to take Vi's heart, he does, Parrot pushes him off the ledge again to take the heart back again. 2 -> 3

Branzy pushes both Jumper & Parrot off, kills Vitalasy twice and holds him hostage on 1 heart. 3 -> 1 Parrot gets back up and pushes Branzy off the ledge, Jumper then kills Branzy again to get the heart back. 1 -> 3

Branzy steals and dies again, the heart is gone. Parrot leaves, Branzy donates one of his 5 hearts to Vitalasy. Ashswag shows up, Branzy & Jumper blame each other for killing at spawn to him. Pangi shows up, Branzy takes his heart back and runs. 3 -> 2

Pangi gives 4 diamond blocks to Jumper so she can craft a heart for Vitalasy 2 -> 3

#zy summary #zy summary is not liable for inaccuracies ^^

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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Perfectdolls headcanons

pairings: Jane Doe/Penny Lamb x Ocean O'connell Rosenburg

warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety

fandom: Ride The Cyclone

A/N: i'm projecting myself so much onto these two it's not even funny

Ocean is such a nervous wreck before she and Jane start dating

even when they do start dating, she gets really insecure, thinking that no one should ever date her and that she doesn't deserve Jane, but it's nothing Jane can't fix with some sweet words of encouragement

they both have very different music tastes, but they constantly listen to each other's playlists and love it just because the other one likes it. like, Ocean's least favourite song could be Jane's favourite, and it'll completely change her perspective of that song.

but they both absolutely love chloe moriondo's music, and listen to her music 24/7 together

Ocean gets really anxious and tries to hide it, but Jane always knows, and holds her hand and rubs her thumb over hers to calm her down

they braid each other's hair during sleepovers

yes they have sleepovers

Ocean definitely buys her and Jane matching pyjamas for when they have sleepovers

FOREHEAD KISSES

Jane texts Ocean almost every second when they're apart, letting her know the smallest details about her day, and Ocean can't help the wide smile spreading on her lips

i feel like Jane could just. pick Ocean up. and she does it at the most random times.

Jane, losing at Monopoly: I'm leaving. and I'm taking Ocean with me. *carries Ocean away*

Ocean: I was winning!

or alternatively, the choir will just be having a conversation, and Jane just picks Ocean up. there's a second of silence, before everyone continues their conversations like normal

one of them will just absentmindedly start playing with the other one's hair, and they're just so used to it they don't even notice until someone asks about it

if Jane starts crying, Ocean starts crying too because she feels bad, but she quickly tries to wipe her tears away and tries her best to be there for Jane

Ocean will always be wearing something from Jane's wardrobe, they pretty much just share clothes at this point

this is sort of unrelated, but Ocean listened to Little Miss Perfect from Write Out Loud and cried for like, ten minutes

Jane texts in all lower case with minimal grammar, while Ocean texts with pretty much perfect grammar and punctuation

Ocean does the wordle first thing in the morning and sends her score to Jane, while Jane normally waits until twelve to start, and she’ll guess a word, get stuck for a few minutes, do something else, realise she needs to finish the wordle, do another guess, and that cycle repeats and she normally guesses it around seven pm.

JANE HUGS OCEAN FROM BEHIND AND RESTS HER HEAD AGAINST HER SHOULDER

Space Girl by francis forever and chloe moriondo is THEIR song

Jane, texting Ocean at 3am: would you still love me if i was a worm ?

Ocean: If you were a worm would you still love me if i wasn't a worm?

Jane: i hope i don't ever turn into a worm

Ocean: Go to sleep <3

buy me a coffee <3

#perfect dolls #rtc #ride the cyclone #ocean oconnell rosenberg #Jane doe #Penny lamb #ocean rtc #Jane rtc #Penny lamb rtc #ocean O’Connell Rosenburg rtc #Jane doe rtc #ride the cyclone musical #perfect dolls rtc

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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You: *get an old-timey enevelope complete with the sticky round red circle thing, with the following letter*

My dearest @silver-ink-iron-words,

I write to you in a time of great joy, from a place of great love.

As you are quite aware, I very much enjoy your wonderful series regarding a certain hero and their teammate against a villain with quite the fascinating dimensional power.

Reading it leaves me feeling curious, entertained, and, best of all, smiling.

As always, I humbly request you to, but only if you desire to of course, I request you to use your talent for yet another installment of the wonderful "Clowning Around."

May my love for you and this series never fade,

Best regards,

A loyal fan,

Feline17ff

This might just be the best ask I've ever received. And is, coincidentally, really fitting for Part 6

I listened to this song while writing this snippet, and it really helped to set the right mood. Maybe you'd like to listen to it while reading

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Clowning Around, Part 6

A wave crashed over the railing, filling the hero’s mouth and eyes with salt water.

They pushed sopping hair off their face, but it did little to improve their visibility in the roaring rain. The ship surged, and it took everything the hero had to not empty the contents of their stomach all over the deck.

“Yarr harr me mateeeeys!” the villain yelled from their place at the steering wheel. Their black hat and eyepatch were soaking wet, and their voice barely travelled over the howling wind.

The hero hurried up to them, nearly slipping twice. “[Villain]!”

“I know not who ye be speaking to, First Mate [Hero]! There be nobody by the name [Villain] abord this ship!”

“I swear to fucking god. Captain!”

“Yes, me hearty!”

“You’re driving us deeper into the storm!” the hero cried. “We need to turn around and find land!”

“No can do, ye scallywag! Not until we’ve found the clownfish that stole me leg!”

“If we don’t go back, we’re all going to – ”

The hero was cut off as another wave hurled over them.

They looked out to the roiling ocean, and froze when they saw a massive shape slowly lifting into the air.

At first, they thought it was yet another mountainous wave. But no, it was the wrong size, and looked too solid.

Then, the hero’s eyes widened in comprehension.

“You have got to be kidding me,” they breathed, as the kraken’s tentacles rose above them.

The hero stumbled forward, and threw up all over the docks.

“Oh my god, I’m alive,” they shuddered. “Holy fuck. I went through that, and I’m alive.”

“Get it all out, me matey,” the villain said, stepping off the ship to stand by the hero. “You were a fine little buccaneer out there today.”

The hero responded with even more vomiting.

“In fact,” the villain continued, shifting their eyepatch from one eye to the other, “I would say ye’ve been an excellent first mate for the past few weeks. I do believe I may be ready to forgive ye.”

After leaving the cowboy world, the villain and hero had bounced from one dimension to the next. The hero had been to deep space. A wizard’s castle. Cleveland in 1993.

In each new world, the hero played some kind of setting-appropriate assistant role, doing their best to handle each new twist the villain threw at them.

The hero wiped their mouth, trying not to recall all the places they’d visited. Then, their attention caught on the last thing the villain had said.

“Forgive me?”

“Yes, for being a dirty hornswoggler who ruined our duel.” The villain helped the hero to stand. “Who betrayed me. Who tried to throw our friendship into the waves.”

“That’s not what happened.”

“Fear not, me hearty. I shan’t abandon ye, no matter how much ye mutiny.” They beamed down at the hero. “Now come, let’s get your horse. What did you call her again?”

“Ballooney.”

“Ah, yes, baloney. The magnificent steed.”

The villain waltzed off, and the hero hurried behind them.

When they reached the stables, the villain clapped a hand on the hero’s shoulder. “See that your beast is well, and then come join me in the tavern. I want to see how many tankards of rum ye can handle.”

The hero held their churning stomach. “Can’t wait.”

The villain left, and the hero stepped inside. They smiled when they saw Ballooney. She whinnied at them, and they felt peace for the first time all day.

They got to work, mucking her stall and brushing her coat.

When they heard someone open the stall door, they suppressed a groan. “Captain, you said that – ”

They looked up, and halted when they saw who it was.

“[Teammate]?”

Their teammate rushed forward to give them a hug, followed by someone the hero didn’t recognize. “[Hero], thank god we found you. The tavernkeeper said that you’ve been at sea for days.”

“I was,” the hero said, dazedly wrapping their arms around their teammate. “How did you get here?”

Their teammate pulled back, and motioned to the stranger. “[Hero], meet Timehopper.”

“’Sup.”

“They can jump dimensions too. We’re getting you out.”

The hero glanced between them, first in surprise, then in sadness. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“You guys should go. [Villain] might come looking for me if I take too long.”

“What? [Villain]? [Hero], do you want to stay here with them?”

The hero leveled their gaze. “[Teammate], look at me. I’m sunburnt half to hell. I’ve been puking all day. Just last week, an alien tried to suck my brain out through my ear canal.”

“Then what gives?”

The hero shook their head. “[Teammate], you’re supposed to be the smart one. Can’t you see? [Villain] is keeping their word. My staying here keeps the city safe.”

There was a look in the teammate’s eyes that the hero had never seen before. “Who cares about the city if you’re not in it?”

The hero opened their mouth to say that the teammate was out of their mind, but they stilled at the sound of slow clapping.

All three superheroes spun around.

“How touching,” the villain said. “I’ve always enjoyed a good reunion.”

Part 7

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