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strangermask · 2 months

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WOOO NINJAGO FIRST ELEMENTAL MASTERS SHORT FIC

Ninjago: The First Elemental Masters

Night Light

Synopsis: The first elemental masters were separated from First Spinjitzu Master and are forced to take shelter in a grundle hole. Now the four sit around a fire, unsure of what to say to each other:

Word Count: 2,532

Author’s Note: This is set near the very beginning where they all barely know each other. We get to see them bond for the first time in their journey together.

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The elemental masters got separated from First Master during a battle with some bandits. The four acquired minor injuries during the fight, and now they were trying to find shelter. It did not help that it was raining as well. “Dragons, could they not have picked a better day for this?” Akiharu asked.

“Oh, do not complain!” Yoshimochi scolded. “Bandits never pick a day to accommodate their targets.”

“Oh forgive me, your nobleness.”

“Can both of you be quiet?” Yukito asked. “We are not here to discuss our misfortune, we need to find a place to recover.”

“What place could we recover in!?” Akiharu asked. “In case you have not taken in our surroundings, there are nothing but trees!”

“Over here.” Sai said, grabbing Akiharu’s hand. The serpent took the human down a hole, the other two companions following out of panic. “Stay behind me.”

Sai grabbed a purple fruit with blue polka-dots from his bag and squashed it. He spread the juices at the entrance of the hole. He snapped his fingers, making a small fire, then lit up the entrance. Immediately, a horrendous smell emitted through the hole.

“By Overlord, what in the cursed realm is that smell?” Yukito asked.

“Do not worry, you will get usssssed to it.” Sai answered. “It will keep usssss sssssafe.”

“From what?”

“Grundlesssss. Thissssss issssss a Grundle hole—”

“This is a what?”

“I know it sssssoundsssss bad, but I have come to learn a few tricksssss to avoid them. For example, they only hunt at night due to their eyesssss being sssssensssssitive to the daylight. With that, I’ve noticed they tend to sssssteer away from thessssse fruitsssss I found. If you sssssquisssssh the fruit and light the juicesssss, it givesssss off a sssssmell that wardsssss them off.”

“I can see why.” Yoshimochi said. “It smells like a rotting corpse.”

“Exactly! They already avoid it without the sssssmell, ssssso why would they bother usssss now?”

“… You seem quite excited about this.”

“Oh, uh, apologiesssss. I sssssuppossssse I got a bit carried away. I-I will make a fire now.”

A fire was started. The four were surrounding it, not saying anything to each other. To be honest, there was not much to say. They don’t know each other well, having been selected randomly by the elements. They were all too different from each other. A son of a nobleman, a peasant from the streets, a demon of cold, and a serpentine prince. What common ground could you find?

However, the curiousity in Akiharu grew more and more about the serpentine prince.

“Alright, I cannot take it much longer.” He spoke. “How do you know so much about grundles? Is that a common predator in your lands?”

“O-Oh, uh,” Sai cleared his throat, “not entirely. Our tribe hasssss defensssssesssss againssssst predatorsssss, but my father isssss very ssssstrict about who can and cannot ssssstay.”

“What do you mean?”

“My father hasssss thisssss belief where if you cannot handle the wild, you cannot come back to the tribe. He isssss more ssssstrict about that belief with my brothersssss and I. He will sssssend usssss in the wild every once in a while to tessssst usssss. Though, he tendsssss to sssssend me out more than my brotherssssss. Thusssss I tend to have more wildernessssss knowledge.”

Yoshimochi and Yukito turned their heads to the serpentine.

“You would think he wasssss trying to kill me by sssssending me out ssssso much.” Sai chuckled. It changed to a frown. “It would not be hard to disssssprove. I have… never really been a favorite of hisssss.”

Akiharu straightened his posture: “What makes you think that?”

“…I am the runt of my brothersssss. I am not asssss ssssstrong nor have any ssssspecial abilitiesssss. I am half blind which isssss not favorable for hunting, fighting, or even leading. Cursssssed Realm, I ssssshould not even be alive.”

“Woah, hey, hey. Who told you that?”

“Well, when I hatched, I wasssss weak and pathetic. My father wanted to throw me away to be eaten. However, I made it through thanksssss to Andrai. We were both born from the sssssame egg, and he wasssss much more healthy than I. And even in infancy, he cared for me. I would not be here if it weren’t for him. My father likesssss to hold that againssssst me.”

“Well that is stupid.

“What?”

“What, because you were born a bit unhealthy, you are worth nothing? I mean, he sends you out on these survival things, and you come back alive every time! How does that not say you are strong?”

“Well, it isssss not that defining.”

“Oh please, you probably know more ways to evade a predator then spikey over here.”

“Excuse me?” Yukito raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me.”

“Let usssss not get ahead of ourssssselvesssss.” Sai said.

“While Akiharu is being a bit brash,” Yoshimochi stepped in, “he does have a point. I do not see your father’s reasoning to dismiss you.”

“I appreciate your wordsssss, I do, but you all do not have to sssssay thessssse thingsssss. After all, I am not asssss dessssserving of an element like you all.”

Yoshimochi and Yukito blinked at that. Akiharu, on the other hand, shrunk into himself.

“… I would not say that is true for me.” Akiharu said.

Sai tilted his head: “What do you mean?”

“Well, you see… I am not that very honorable considering everything in my life. I do not tell people this to save myself the trouble but… I do not have a family or name to fall back on. My parents perished when I was really young, and I did not have a family name.”

“You are an orphan?” Yoshimochi asked.

“Uh, yes. I have been alone on the streets since I was a child. And when you are a little girl with no one to guide you, you end up having to guide yourself. Sometimes that means by holding up lies.”

“Wait, a little girl?” Yukito raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, uh.” Akiharu stumbled on his words, taking a gulp. “Please do not tell anyone, especially the First Master, but… I am not a man?”

The three stared at Akiharu.

“You are a woman?” Yoshimochi questioned.

“Yes.”

“This entire time?”

“Yes.”

“Wh— But I thought— You seem so much like a man!”

“That is the whole point of this charade. I had to do some tricks to get this way.”

“But why would you pretend you are a man and not a woman?”

“Well, a thing you learn on the streets is you survive better if presented as a boy. You get more opportunities to make money, you can get away with minor acts of crime more easily, and you get taken a bit more seriously. I mostly did it to pass a day on the streets. But then I got chosen to be the Master of Earth… and I did not feel like I could reveal my little secret.”

Akiharu could feel the stares of his teammates, but he couldn’t recognize that each stare brought a different feeling. Yukito gave the feeling of curiosity. Sai gave the feeling of empathy. Yoshimochi gave the feeling of horror… To fake who you are just to live?

“Does… Does it make you uncomfortable that we refer to you as a man?” Yoshimochi asked.

“Not really.” Akiharu clarified. “To be quite honest, I have gotten used to it and I have found an appeal to it. But that does not make it any better, does it?”

“… Well, you said it was to pass a day on the streets. If you think about it, it is like how Sai has learned to survive the wilderness.”

“… Are you trying to compare wilderness survival to street survival… as an attempt to make me feel better about my deception?”

“I-I mean, well, I, uh—”

“No, no, I can sssssee it.” Sai chimed in. “Yesssss, very different sssssituationsssss, but in a way they are sssssimilar.”

“Can you explain how?” Akiharu asked.

“Doing what we can to make it passssst a day alive.”

“… Huh. I guess so. Never would have thought of it that way.” Akiharu turns to Yoshimochi. “Didn’t know such a nobel could see that.”

Yoshimochi’s face turned red, “I— Well— I have to be. It is expected by my father that I see all of the details.”

“You see all of the details?” Akiharu teased.

“… No, but I am trying to get better.”

Sai noticed Yoshimochi becoming a bit nervous.

“Isssss sssssomething troubling you, Yossssshimochi?” Sai asked.

“Oh, uh, it is not important.” Yoshimochi. “It is only a minor thing that is rather silly.”

Sai scooted closer to Yoshimochi. Akiharu rested his head on his hands as he stared at Yoshimochi. He looked at Yukito, who only shrugged and put his hands up. The lightning master sighed.

“Well, if you must insist.” He began. “I supposed my… trouble is living up to my family’s name. I am the only son, and I must hold the Koizumi family high. I have to leave a good mark… but I will admit, there are times I wished I did not have such a burden. I would rather spend my time in a farmhouse with the animals then try to upkeep the family’s name.”

Yoshimochi, feeling he is being too whiny, quickly cleared his throat.

“Again, it is only a minor and silly trouble. I cannot compare it to anything else, especially since I’m lucky to have my luxuries.”

“Oh, Yossssshimochi.”

“D-Did I say too much?”

“Get over here.” Akiharu said as he pulled in Yoshimochi. “And quit being so humble. You are making me feel guilty for thinking you were only another stuck-up noble.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mostly assumed because of past experience. But here you are, acting like you are not allowed to complain because you are rich.”

“Well, I mean—”

“No, no, no, that is how you begin to hide your true feelings. My Mama always told me: ‘If you do not express how you feel, then your feelings will stay buried until something forces it out’. And, well, it can get nasty when buried feelings are forced out.”

Yoshimochi’s face turned redder and spoke quietly: “I suppose so.”

The two boys and serpent turned to the demon.

“… Please do not tell me I am supposed to share something.” Yukito said.

“We all shared something personal about us,” Yoshimochi began, “it is fair you do the same.”

“Please, like you three could empathize with me. I am a Demon of the North, I am an immortal being of ice.”

“Well I think even immortal beings of ice have emotions.” Akiharu smirked.

Yukito glared at the earth master.

“If it makesssss you uncomfortable, you do not have to ssssshare.” Sai offered.

Yukito turned to the serpentine. Unlike the humans, Sai held an actual genuine face. He was respectful and a little too kind for a serpentine. In Yukito’s experience, kindness means nothing but trouble. However… The serpentine stood no threat, and the demon wasn’t uncomfortable sharing his life.

Yukito let out a sigh: “Alright fine. If you must know, then I will share a fraction of information about my life. I have an older brother and sister who hate me along with the rest of the demons in the Northern Quarters. So I am usually on my own avoiding everyone who wants me dead. And before anything is said, this is quite normal in my territory. I am used to it by now.”

The humans were shocked. Sai did not show a clear emotion. He got up and slithered towards Yukito, giving him a hug.

“Wh-What—”

“I needed a hug.” Sai explained.

That was a lie. The serpentine was only hugging as an attempt of comfort. Comfort that Yukito didn’t need since he did not have a problem with his life. Being hated is normal among all demons. You could trust no one, and anyone could leave you to die in the dust.

… But Yukito will accept the hug. Only for Sai’s sake. He would most likely become sad if the hug was rejected.

Yoshimochi let out a sneeze.

“Ewwwww.” Akiharu cringed. “You sneezed on me.”

“Oh please, you probably have more illnesses than my sneeze.”

“Oh, how dare you! You are shattering my fragile wounded orphan heart.”

“Do I speak of lies?”

“No, I agree with you.”

“Then why did you—”

Yoshimochi let out another sneeze.

“Oh fuck, I think I am getting ill from the rain.”

Sai pulled away from Yukito and went straight for the bag. The serpentine pulled out a big blanket and wrapped it around Yoshimochi.

“May I asssssk you to trussssst me for a moment?” Sai asked.

“I am scared of what that is implying, but yes?” Yoshimochi hesitantly answered.

Sai wrapped his tail around Yoshimochi as if cradling eggs. The serpentine then grabbed a small vile and spoon.

“Sai, may I ask what you are doing?” Yoshimochi questioned.

“It isssss a warming technique ssssserpentine mothersssss ussssse for their young.” Sai explained. “It isssss usssssually usssssed for vipersssss or when a child isssss ill. What I have in my handsssss isssss medicine that ssssshould prevent illnessssss but will make you feel tired.”

Sai gave Yoshimochi the spoon of the medicine. It caused him to gag.

“That tastes terrible.” Yoshimochi commented.

“Unfortunately that isssss one of the downfallsssss of medicine.” Sai chuckled.

“Do you have an extra blanket?” Akiharu asked.

Sai smiled and handed Akiharu another blanket from the bag.

“Why do you have two blankets?” Yukito asked.

“Emergency.” Sai beamed. “Alssssso I get cold easssssily.”

Akiharu laid his head on Sai’s tail, Yoshimochi eased up, feeling the drowsiness from the medicine kick in.

“Can we all promise to not tell a soul what was discussed tonight?” Yoshimochi yawned.

The other three agreed. No one really needed to know what they talked about in the grundle hole.

“I shall keep watch if anyone comes to find us.” Yukito volunteered. “You all should rest for the night.”

“Thank you, Yukito.” Sai thanked.

“… It is not much trouble.”

And so, the humans and serpentine fell asleep as the demon kept watch. This group of mortals is strange. Especially Sai. When there is bickering, he’s able to dispute it. He offers comfort and kindness to everyone. It seems so silly and unneeded.

And… admittedly, Yukito can’t make sense out of it. Especially with everything the serpentine went through. He has experienced hatred and danger for all his life. He knows his father wants him dead and has tried to kill him. Yet despite all of that, Sai somehow chooses to be kind. Perhaps he’s hiding his true intention? No one can be that kind.

Yukito let out a small sigh. He’ll just keep an extra eye on Sai. The other two aren’t much threatening. They are a little annoying though. The bickering was getting tiring, and it was driving Yukito nuts.

And so the rainy night continued until sunrise. Although the four may not know it yet, they all have more in common than they think. And it is that common ground that will bring them together as the closest and bestest of friends.

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years

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👋 hiii

👉👈 can I request Diluc deciding to Formally Court [reader] but they're dense and insecure and at first he thinks they're rejecting his advances

but on their end they're just a commoner going about their lives within Mondstadt city walls when one day the prestigious vintner, who could overtake the country if he really wanted to, starts coming around more and more often getting in their business asking unsettling questions

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Pairing: Diluc x (gn!)Reader

Warnings: None - fluff

A/N: Wooo! I finally finished your request and I hope you like how this turned out! I'm sorry it took so long ;_;

You had stuck in his mind since you opened the new flower shop in Monstadt right on the other side of the Angel’s Share. He intentionally left the door to the Tavern open every morning so he could watch how you set up your shop while he worked behind the bar.

The way you arranged various bouquets, cared for your flowers with utmost care and talked to your customers was a heartwarming sight to him. The more time passed the more he found himself thinking about you, but he didn’t quite know how to approach you.

“You seem rather distracted recently Master Diluc.” Charles remarked with a knowing smirk and pulled him out of his thoughts. “The owner of the new flower shop seems to have caught your attention, no?”

“No.”

“I’ve been young too once, you know. I can see what you think in your eyes. You should talk to them, lost opportunities are only those you never take.”

And maybe he was right.

The next morning when you set up shop again he gathered all his courage and approached you.

“Good morning.” He greeted you.

“Oh, good morning! I didn’t expect to see you here. You’re Master Diluc right? I’ve heard a lot about you already around town, well and of course my shop is right in front of your Tavern so I guess that makes sense… by the Archons, I’m talking too much you probably came here to buy something right?”

“Actually I–”

“Master Diluc!” It took all his strength to not roll his eyes at the voice that had just called his name. “Who are you buying flowers for? Me perhaps?” Donna asked with doe-eyes. He knew she had a crush on him for a long time already and how he wished she wouldn’t. Was it mean of him to think this way? Maybe. But she was just way too clingy even though he had made it clear a while ago already that he wasn’t interested. And the worst part? He now couldn’t engage in a proper conversation with you anymore because she was here.

“Actually I came here to welcome you to Mondstadt and I hope your shop prospers. I hope to see you more often now, I mean we’re basically neighbors now after all.”

“Thank you.”

A few days more passed before he decided to try to talk to you again. You already saw him walking to your shop and donned a smile so beautiful it made his heart skip a beat.

“Welcome, Master Diluc!”

“Hello there!” He scanned your inventory for a brief moment in hesitation before gathering enough courage to ask you what he had come here for. “May I ask what your favorite flower is?”

“Oh. Out of my range? Hmmm, let me see…” You walked up to him and stood beside him before pointing to the sunflowers being completely oblivious to how nervous he was behaving all of a sudden. “Personally, my favorite are sunflowers. But I’ve grown fond of Windwheel Aster recently as well, both together make for a beautiful bouquet… Are you looking for a gift for your girlfriend?”

“My girlfriend?”

“Donna. She is your girlfriend, is she not?”

“Oh, gods - no, definitely not. Just mere acquaintances if anything.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to pry!” You awkwardly chuckled and cleared your throat. Diluc intently focused on the flowers you just pointed at in order to avoid looking directly into your eyes because he could feel a blush rising to his face. He desperately prayed you wouldn’t think he had any interest in Donna.

“No, no. You didn’t. It’s fine, don’t worry.” He lightly smiled, pointing to the flowers. “Would you mind selling me a bouquet of the flowers you just mentioned?”

“Of course not. I’ll get it done right away.” He watched you hurry around the shop, grabbing your utensils, tying the flowers together with admirable finesse and concentration before wrapping them in a light blue silk paper that matched the colors of the bouquet perfectly. Truly breathtaking, he thought to himself. You threw him a glance every now and then while you were working, gifting him a small smile that made his heart clench in his chest. You were truly beautiful, yet you still seemed a little hesitant when interacting with him. Was it professionality or did you simply not care about him, did he maybe annoy you and you just tried to stay polite? It surely was a new experience for him - usually people knew his name before he even had to introduce himself, there were many people that looked up to him and his status in Mondstadt and even beyond its borders due to his business.

He never really liked getting that much attention and as the years went on, especially since the passing of his father and overtaking the business, he unwillingly got more and more of it. However, now that he for once craved the attention of someone, probably for the first time in his life, that person didn’t particularly seem to care about him at all - he wasn’t used to that. Archons, he was probably overthinking things, you merely even knew him, how else were you supposed to react? But he didn’t intend to give up, he needed to jump over his own shadow if he wanted to get to know you. Lost opportunities are only those you never take, Charles words still rung in the back of his head.

“Excuse me for asking, but–” He started, nervously looked down and started readjusting his gloves in order to keep you from seeing the blush that was creeping up on his cheeks. “Why don’t you come over to the Angel’s Share once you’ve closed up shop today?”

You attached the last ribbon to the bouquet before walking back and handing it to him, pondering on his offer.

“Uhm, yeah. Why not - sure! Is there any celebration today that I don’t know of?”

“No, it’s just – I thought it would be nice if you came over, maybe we could get to know each other?” He gave you a soft smile that you returned before nodding.

“Sure, see you later then I suppose!”

The rest of your work dragged on forever after the encounter with Diluc and you couldn’t help but wonder why he would want to meet up with you and get to know you? He could snap with his fingers and basically everyone in the city would be willing to kneel before him.

When you closed up shop for the day you could feel how the nervousness slowly started to creep into every fiber of your body. There had to be something up, there was no way he would just want you to come over for a chat. You of all people. What would someone like Diluc want from you?

You walked over to the Angel’s Share and opened the door. Behind the bar you immediately found the man in question. He was wearing a white shirt and an black apron on top of it. He had his hair tied in a high ponytail and flashed you a smile when he saw you come in. He was wearing work clothes but still made you feel severely underdressed. How did he manage to look so good no matter whatever he does?

“Good evening!”

“Hi.” You shyly replied, nervously fiddling around with the hem of your jacket, suddenly feeling super self-conscious under his gaze. He came over to you and helped you out of your jacket.

“Do you have a favorite drink?”

“Nothing in particular. Apple Cider if you have any, maybe”

“Of course I do. Coming right up.”

You sat down at a table and noticed that the bar was empty except for the two of you. After all, it was still fairly early in the evening and usual customers probably wouldn’t turn up till in a few hours from now.

Diluc came back with your drink but also a small gift box with a blue ribbon around it. What exactly was he up to?

“Here you go!” He said as he put the drink down in front of you. “But that’s not everything. Here… I also got this.”

As you opened the box that he handed you, you found a beautiful necklace made of gold with a sunflower pendant on it. The flower petals were made of yellow rhinestones and shimmered like diamonds even in the dimly lit atmosphere of the tavern. It looked incredibly valuable.

“Is– is this for me?” You asked in disbelief.

“Well... yeah. Why do you think I asked for your favorite flower?” He chuckled.

“But… why?”

“I told you... I like you. And I want to get to know you better if you’ll allow me, that is.” He scratched the back of his head and looked down on the table with a shy expression while his face grew almost even redder than his hair. And how could you ever deny him?

"I'd be delighted to."

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champagnepodiums · 10 months

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Ngl I'm happy I've gotten more into IndyCar and FE over the past few years because it's really opened my eyes into that I'm not falling out of enjoying motorsport itself, it's mostly things that are specific to F1 and it's fandom spaces. And I know this has to do with F1 having more fans, but still, all of the drama and general bullshit gets old.

Like the gatekeeping with F1 is incredible. I've been watching F1 with my friends before DTS was even a thing, yet can't even ask questions in online spaces anymore without being called a "DTS fan." You ask questions in IndyCar or FE fanspaces, they're generally more than happy to answer and talk to you about it.

Same thing with just general drama. I get F1 fans are bored, but it's a competitive motorsport, not everything is some slight or attack against a driver. Like damn. We have younger F1 drivers trying to establish themselves getting cancelled for saying things like they want to beat their teammate or they think they could challenge Lewis or Max given an equal or similar car. That's just competitive nature! These people would have 10 paragraphs of cancellations if they were into IndyCar and dealing with drivers flipping each other off, occasionally threatening to punch one, etc. (Not saying violence is the answer to any on-track incident either obviously, but it's high-risk situations, adrenaline is flying, theyre in competitive situations, etc. Stuff will get said, obviously). Like idk I have to laugh even when the whole "people watch F1 for the drama - the stories - the characters" narrative comes out because A) generally speaking, a lot of the drama right now isn't even good or real. it's mostly DTS, media, or fan made up bullshit. B) this whole framing drivers — real, actual people — as "characters" in "stories" has done more harm than good imo. it dehumanizes them and leads to fans thinking that things like invading their privacy, harassing them/their partners, etc. is okay.

I know the whole "curate your own online spaces — unfollow and block liberally" and I agree with that and do it, but I stg you can have half the F1 fandom blocked on socials and the slightest little thing happens and still have to read a bunch of graphic threats. IndyCar and FE fans, generally speaking, can criticize drivers for their behaviors or driving errors without it turning into 3 paragraphs on the graphic ways in which they hope that driver sustains a fatal injury. (In fact, I've even seen people told to knock it off or gtfo when trying to act like assholes in IndyCar and FE spaces. It's refreshing after being into F1 for so long tbh 😂).

I also find people claiming all of the things that make the F1 fandom so horrid are due to DTS/the growth of F1 in the USA ridiculous. F1 isn't even growing in the USA anymore — if anything, it's losing some of the growth it had experienced. MOST of the people in F1 fandom spaces aren't even from the USA. Hell, half the people blaming these behaviors on DTS/USA fans, you go through their blogs and they're engaging in the same sending death threats behaviors they're complaining about only happening now because of that damn DTS/American influence. I'm sorry but DTS could be cancelled tomorrow along with every single American race and it isn't going to do anything to make F1 fan spaces any more enjoyable for those of us who don't want to constantly read threats and harassment.

Anyway I feel like I should clarify that I don't mean this in an either fan is more superior than the other or like "wooO I'm special because I don't just watch F1" kind of way. There's pros and cons to all, there's differences between all of these motorsports, it takes some time commitment to watch all so y'know, I'm all for people watching whatever they enjoy. And there generally are quite a few fantastic, helpful, and fun to talk to F1 fans too. But idk. I don't really get into the whole F1 "drama" and "discourse" anymore. It just upsets me. I know it upsets the people engaging in it too because idek how else people could find wishing painful, horrid things to happen to people over racing incidents and such okay. This whole mentality of like with one team dominating, F1 constantly needs discourse - which can never remain respectful but always resorts to name calling and threats - it just makes F1 feel more of like a chore than something to watch/engage with because it's fun or interesting. Idk if I'm explaining it well but I feel like the fandom spaces and the culture/"acceptable" behaviors within those spaces have caused me to burn out with F1.

I am only involved in the IndyCar fandom so I can’t speak to Formula E.

the IndyCar fandom at large does have issues and there is a subset on twitter (i call them IndyBoomers) that can be very hostile to young women fans (i know this because they like to target me because i have motorsport history opinions and i’ve dared to go against what the former IMS historian has said). So like I do just want to make it clear that the fandom is not perfect, no fandom is.

The IndyCar fandom is minuscule compared to F1 so it makes policing way easier, I think. For example, a set of fans for a particular driver were starting to allege sabotage by the team and really, all it took was somebody on Twitter calling it out as bullshit for that behavior to at least publicly die down which was very nice.

But yeah, I think generally the F1 fandom is out of control and I’ve honestly stopped engaging as much because if I have a negative thought about a driver’s actions, I’m confronted with essays about how stupid I am and it’s just not fun anymore?

But yeah, glad you’ve given IndyCar a try and even more glad that you’ve had a good experience 🫶🫶🫶

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bonesandthebees · 1 year

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NEW GLASS CHAPTER WOOO!! was having kinda a shitty day and then i saw that glass had updated and cheered up a bit! so. thanks haha. and MAN !! i have THOUGHTS on this chapter!! /pos

first up, "If Clara sent him a vision one day telling him to end the cycle so a new Pythia could be chosen, could he do it? Would he?" / "His life wasn’t his own. It was Hers."

this whole section... our boy has trauma. these lines jumped out at me though because we knew he was in a bad headspace, but- it took these lines for me to realize that he thought he was supposed to be willing to kill himself for her, if she asked. just. wow this is fucked up. i mean i knew that but to hear it like this just really makes it sink in, yk?

Second, I love your crimeboys. wilbur may not admit it to himself, but it's very clear that he does like tommy and is fond of him. and tommy of course cares about wilbur and has for a while. they may be a bit fucked up but they are brothers (in spirit if not in blood), your honor

"But- I dunno, I guess it just made sense to me. It was just a thing that happened to you" i think tommy's relationship to kristin makes a lot of sense. it's pretty logical, and it's probably actually quite healthy tbh? To accept death as a thing that happens, and not something terrifying and other. Just thoughts.

"Why didn’t he feel Her before he was chosen?" Ohhhh I love Wilbur questioning his relationship with Clara because of Tommy's relationship with Kristin. Nothing else to say I just think its neat lol

love this interaction. its basically: wilbur: yeah so they just picked me up off the streets tommy: you realize this is fucked up right. like you do see how this is fucked up wilbur: ... tommy: ...

they drink GASOLINE in this universe?!?! okay somehow this doesn't surprise me. i don't know why but it just makes sense

okay so he's touch-starved this comes as zero surprise. also tommy just standing there like oh my fucking god what the FUCK while wilbur is telling tommy about him literally being abused

CRIMEBOYS <3 THEM <3

I loved the chapter of them sitting and talking. It wasn't very action-packed, but I feel like wilbur finally telling tommy what happened is gonna change a few things. that and i will never complain about crimeboys h/c. i love them

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awww I'm glad the chapter helped cheer you up a bit!! sorry you had a shitty day though :(

yeahhhhhh he's got a REALLY fucked up mentality about the whole clara thing. the dehumanization is dug in DEEP

they're brothers!! maybe not yet but they're getting there for sure. I love glass!crimeboys so so much they have so many problems

tommy's got a very healthy mindset towards death. it's not something to fear, but it's not something to 'stive towards' either. it's just a natural part of the life cycle.

wilbur's gonna be doing a lot more questioning soon :)))

LMAO yeah that's basically it

it's not technically gasoline it's alcohol derived from gasoline (like how a lot of alcohol is derived from ethanol) but it still tastes like gas lmao

wilbur is so touch-starved in this oh my goddd

i'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter!! it was definitely a change of pace from the last few but i feel like it was very needed and i really enjoyed writing it

#ask #otter anon #through a glass divine

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royalkay23 · 8 months

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REMINISCE-2

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I woke up with the worst hangover I've EVER had, memories of last night hazy and fragmented. Once that second tequila shot hit, it was all downhill from there. I could feel the nausea building up, so I rushed to the bathroom, bent over the toilet, and let it all out.

Just as I was throwing up, I heard a knock on the door, followed by Nia's voice.

"Shay, oh my gosh, you got messed up last night," she exclaimed, bursting into laughter and coming to my aid, holding my hair in a ponytail and rubbing my back.

"Babe, that Hennessy did a number on you," she remarked, trying to ease the situation.

"Wait... I had Hennessy? Damn, you know what dark liquor does to me. Why would you let me do that?" I groaned, realizing my poor decision.

Nia chuckled and handed me a wet washcloth to clean up my mouth. "No, that's what ALL liquor does to you. But listen, when you and Henny team up, there's no separating you two. I tried to take that bottle away from you five times last night, and you threatened to fight me five damn times, girl!"

She held up her hands, forming the number five, emphasizing the sheer determination I had displayed.

"Now, I can handle myself, but unless it's some disrespectful shit or someone throws the first punch, I'm not getting involved. And you were out your mind drunk, so I wasn't about to embarrass you like that. We all know how aggressive you can get when you're wasted."

Nia laughed as she left briefly, returning with a bottle of Pedialyte from my mini-fridge.

"Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night. You know I can't remember a thing," I pleaded, desperate to piece together the night's events.

She made a face and said, "Oh, girl, you did some crazy shit last night."

"Dang it, Nia, what did I do?" I anxiously asked, bracing myself for the answer.

She took out her phone and showed me a clip from The Atlanta Shade Girls.

Terry: "Well, well, well, it looks like playboy Carmelo Hayes has himself an admirer, and she made quite the statement at Club LOTE last night."

Alicia: "Mhmm, while we were recording our PSA for Club LOTE with Mr. Hayes, this mystery woman managed to bypass security and, well, you've got to see it for yourself."

The video cut to a scene of a woman wearing the exact outfit I had on last night, boldly approaching Carmelo and kissing him in front of everyone.

Terry: "Baby, I don't know about y'all, but I applaud this girl."

Terry commended me for doing what every girl in Atlanta had dreamed of doing with Carmelo—whether it was sleeping with him or just planting a kiss.

Alicia chimed in, "Well, she didn't do much, to be honest. Shit, he should've pressed sexual harassment charges. She was probably just some weirdo fan. But what would Leanna think? They've been getting extra cozy lately. They were even spotted together at Roc South Cuisine a few days ago."

Terry defended the mystery woman, saying, "Alicia, come on now. It was just a harmless kiss."

Alicia countered, "So you're telling me if a guy came up to you, grabbed you, and kissed you without even knowing his name, that wouldn't be sexual harassment? I don't know where you draw the line."

Terry sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Terry: "Okay Alicia, I get your point but I'm sure she was just drunk as hell and ended up having that liquid courage, something that we ALL have gone through. But in a sense you are right. She better be lucky that he didn't press charges on her. Let alone let Leanna be in attendance."

Alicia starts to lightly fan herself with her hand.

Alicia:" Wooo, Chile. Well, Whoever this mystery woman is, she better watch her back! Leanna DOES NOT play about what's hers."

Nia turned her phone off after the video ended and looked back at me.

"Ughhhh...Ni, Alicia was so right. He could've filled harassment charges on me."

I began to face palm myself in agony and embarrassment.

I felt my back getting caressed by Nia. This situation was so embarrassing, I had no choice but to let out a few tears. Like he would ever be with someone like me, let alone remember me.

"Well, baby girl he didn't. Shit you never know, he could've liked it. Hell even loved it. Y'all don't know each other like that so in this case, it's alright."

I heard every word Nia said and I agree with her but there are things she doesn't know about Carmelo and I that I never told her. One Main reason is that he doesn't remember me.

Well, it looks like I'm not stepping out of my place any time soon.

*Belong to you-song*

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Carmelo

"BRO! Wake up!"

I feel something soft come across my face multiple times before realizing what it was and what was happening. I opened my eyes to see Trick with a pillow in his hand and his phone in another.

"Melo, you need to look at this, ASAP!"

I sit up and stretch my arms and legs before rubbing my eye, still halfway asleep.

"Bro, it's 9:00 am, what's the issue?"

"Terry and Alicia are talking about your little spontaneous moment with that girl last night."

He passed me his phone as the video was playing on it.

Terry: "Well, Well, Well, it looks like playboy Carmelo Hayes, has got himself a little admirer and she made that statement at Club LOTE last night."

Alicia: "Mhmm, as we were recording our PSA for Club LOTE with Mr. Hayes; a mystery woman was able to get past security and well, why don't you see for yourself."

The video then cuts to the mystery woman coming up to me & kissing me. I'm not going to lie, the kiss was amazing; but for some reason I felt a sense of familiarity. I couldn't pin point it and I definitely couldn't show that I enjoyed it because of the circumstance.

Terry: "Baby, I don't know about y'all, but I commend homegirl."

Alicia: "I mean, she really ain't do none. Shit, he SHOULD'VE pressed sexual harassment charges on her. She probably was just a weirdo fan but what would Leanna think about all of this? You know they have been getting EXTRA cozy with one another lately; seeing as though they were out with each other just a couple of days ago, at Roc South Cuisine.

Terry: "Now Alicia, You know you're wrong for that. It was just a harmless kiss.

Alicia: So you're telling me, if a Niggah come up to you, grab you and then kiss you and you don't even know their name is NOT sexual harassment, then I truly don't know where the line draws.

Terry: Okay Alicia, I get your point but im sure she was just drink as hell and ended having that liquid courage, that we ALL have gone through. But in a sense you are right. She better be lucky that he didn't press charges on her. Let alone let Leanna be in attendance."

Alicia starts to lightly fan herself with her hand.

Alicia:" Wooo, Chile. Whoever this mystery woman is, she better watch her back! Leanna DOES NOT play about what's hers."

I turn the video off before hanging the phone back to Trick.

"Man, I don't know what all that shit was about but it's nothing man."

I said it felt like nothing but deep down I couldn't get her out of my mind. She seemed very familiar and I couldn't put the name with the face. I've been thinking about her all night.

#carmelo hayes #trick williams #wwe nxt #wwe #nxt #jey uso #jimmy uso #damien priest #smackdown #wwe raw

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morning forever: a cynonari oneshot

author's note: hey, hey, hey! i've written another fic that i'm quite satisfied about, and this time, i had to think hard about it! it's a long ass oneshot (~2.6k words) with a mystery (wooo~). this one focuses on cyno and tighnari's relationship so if you're not into those that i've mentioned, please scroll away. from this point on i'm planning to write in different styles. anyway, i hope you enjoy reading this one!

Therein lies a wooden cabin in the middle of a spruce forest surrounded by lush greens, bountiful patches of colorful plants, and littered with vines ever-growing upon the surface of the manmade structure. With how natural and one-in-nature this living space is, it won’t only attract those who love the sight of the undisturbed land, but it will also reel in those who have a passion in how this massive piece of soil came to be and anything of it.

A setting like that does not stand remarkable among many people apart from a few, considering how far they will have to be away from any signs of human activity.

The irrelevance one can feel in the presence of intimidation made real when one realizes how much the trees tower over their figure, it really makes you feel small. Inevitably, a description of such a place will conceive stories that will imply a ‘magical’ environment that lives within the forest, which is a bunch of mysticism nonsense obviously.

However, some will persist living here otherwise.

“I mean do you believe in all of that stuff? People randomly disappearing, seeing a creature, shadows in the distance or anything of the sort…what was that other one again? Something about time that those who come here find odd?”

The peaceful and quiet air filling the cabin is interrupted by a somewhat relaxed voice.

“I’m just concerned about you, Nari.”

As replied with someone with a worried and serious tone.

Oh, the irony.

“Oh please, Cyno. Not me. We’ve been inhabiting our house here for how many years now, five? Six? Whatever it is, we know for a fact that we need someone to maintain this place we’ve always considered our true home, yes?” He tries to hide his annoyance.

“I know. I can handle being by myself just fine and I know I’ll be a maid of this house. I’m not stupidly worried about you like somehow I know the world is going to end later and I want you here by my side before the meteor hits us or something like that.” He replies back, attempting to justify that his worry goes deeper than what his boyfriend have said.

“That’s the spirit, Cyno! Thank you for clearing that up!”

He approaches his man with a hug, pleasantness floating in the air around them as Cyno hugs him back with a bit of relief not from his attempt at reassurance, but from his unexpected optimism.

“It’s just…there’s something else with the stories they tell. Irks me in the wrong places, you know? Or not…” He whispers into his long ears as they both hug his worries away.

His boyfriend then pulls away from the hug and holds his shoulders, making sure that he looks straight at him, like those types of scenes in the plays they have seen in the bazaar.

“Tell me truthfully, Cyno. Do you believe in them?” He asks confrontationally as he looks at him straight in the eyes.

He shakes his head once presented with the question.

“Are you sure? No traces of doubt left within you?” As he forces the issue in order to get it out of his system, and making sure of his feelings so that nothing may be misconstrued.

“Yes, none of it, Nari.” He finally replies as he achingly looks away from him when he let the last words slip past his lips. He glances at the clock on the top of the wall right in front of them:

12:15

Tighnari lets go of his shoulders with leniency expressed on his face.

“Besides, regardless if they’re true or not, I don’t think I should let those possibly false stories stand in the way of my own research. My love for my work is just as great as my love for you, and you’re not immature enough to ask anything like ‘Work or me?’ anyway, which is a great privilege by the way, with how much you’ve reassured me about it. Thank you for that, my love, really…” As he looks back at his love with a smile forming on his lips.

Tighnari had to admit that, hinting at the insecurity he had when faced with a situation like this. Always being stuck at a crossroads between his Cyno and his work at many points in their relationship. Yet, his sweetheart’s maturity have always prevailed. It has never come to a point where he invalidates his passion, and have even always encouraged him to keep pursuing it.

Cyno looks away from the clock and back at him, feeling warmth and fuzziness forming in his chest as they make him return the smile back.

“Let me just say that I don’t want to not talk about this. In fact, I do, and I’m willing to reassure you over and over again! It just didn’t stop me from being all exhausted about it…”

As he maintains his smile while sitting down on the stool beside the wooden counter, folding his arms as he lets his head down, wanting to rest himself for a short while.

Cyno approaches and hugs him around his waist gently from behind, looking to absorb and share some of that emotional fatigue that he��s sure that Tighnari is feeling.

Those types of choices weren’t easy.

He rests his head beside Tighnari’s, rousing some heartfelt intimacy between them.

“I’m sorry for being such a pain in the bottom to deal with, love. I know I’d let my worries take over me for a while. Trust me that this time is truly me you’re talking to right now, alright?”

“As if you’re not such a worrywart everytime we’re together, silly.”

Tighnari giggles.

Cyno giggles back.

He’s right, damn you.

“Here, how about this: Let me tell you a joke. What did the father told his son when returned to his home after buying out milk?” As he says looking at him. He looks to the clock as he waits for his answer, or rather, an attempt at an answer:

12:32

Ah, here we go again…

“What, Cyno?” Tighnari turns his face to that lovely face that made him fall in love hard to the side that was inches away from him as he prepares to keep himself from cringing laughing…

“Nothing. Why? Because the dad never came back. It was one of those running jokes that always implied abandonment issues.” As he said it with the…

…Straightest. Face. Ever.

What followed suit was something unexpected. His boyfriend has never laughed at one of his jokes since they were together…except now. He watches in surprise as Tighnari turns his face away from him and proceeds to laugh. Is it an honest laugh because it was genuinely funny? Or was it a mocking one because it was so bad it’s funny? For Cyno, either way was good enough for him.

Because he managed to be funny and make him laugh.

Cyno hugs Tighnari tighter than before and kisses on Tighnari’s cheek even as his lips would shape into a smile as his love kept on laughing.

I swear to God, don’t their bodies ache from positioning theirselves like this?

Cyno’s music in the room starts to settle as Tighnari’s lets his laugh fall silent. He couldn’t laugh for much longer: It was hurting his muscles and he had to catch his own breath before Cyno indirectly kills him from suffocation.

They let the laughs die down as they silently enjoyed their close presence together.

“So, tell me Cyno, why don’t you want me to go?” His boyfriend asks.

“Huh?”

Cyno faces him with a bewildered look in his face. Still locking his arms around Tighnari’s waist, he wonders what made him ask that kind of question.

“I know you never really believed in those stories in the first place. I know you’re smarter than that, and I know you know it too. Can you confirm in your own feelings that maybe you’re just urging me to not perform my work?” He asked an attacking question, but relaxed in its delivery.

“What are you asking, Nari? It’s just the stories and nothing else…”

Cyno answers as he felt a bit of confusion in Tighnari’s tone of questioning.

“Are you sure, Cyno? Head of the disciplinary division of the Academy, are you sure?” As he continues to press, wanting to confirm his suspicion about him since he brought up his concerns.

…

Cyno’s reply would be the dead air between them, as he sighs and looks back at the clock he’s been staring at all along. Tighnari follows suit as he watches his gaze:

12:48

“I…don’t want you to go.” He finally admits, as his hug would only grow tight and tighter by the minute. He still hadn’t let go of him actually.

“I am that selfish. I really don’t want you to go. I’ve experienced what it’s like to be left by you, and I’ll admit that I don’t want that to happen again.” He reiterates as he closes his eyes, anticipating some of his boyfriend’s sharp comments that he might throw at him.

“I see.” Was all that Tighnari could say.

“You value your work very much, and I appreciate that. My work in the academy is something you know I value highly as well! But yours…” Cyno trails as he tries to keep his voice from trembling. He feels the wetness around his eyes.

“…We both don’t know when I’ll come back.”

Tighnari finishes Cyno’s sentence with a blank look on his face.

Admittedly, his past researches had made him unsure of the longevity of his time away from him. It took him two months for his first, six months for his second, three months for his third, and a year for his fourth! And those are only selected from many! His research is seriously taking lifetimes away from him.

He feels his shoulder shaking and moving, hearing muffled sobbing and sniffing, while he looks straight, towards nothingness.

As the motion on his shoulders gets weaker and weaker made him irresolute, an undecided Tighnari asks his Akasha terminal of the date:

12:52 - Sunday, December 29

He sighs as he realizes what this day means. However, he doesn’t want to tell him, it would stress him even further, and considering how stressed he is right now, it won’t help the situation.

After a little while, the sniffs continued to stop. The wet feeling he had on his shoulders stopped flowing. Slight dampness poured over Tighnari’s clothes.

“You—you claim to say that I…am just as important as your work, right?” Cyno pleads with his boyfriend as let his defenses down and allowed his heart to speak.

“So, stay with me! Don’t go, just this once…”

Cyno is at his most vulnerable now.

He pulled away from Tighnari and waited for his reply.

Just please, stay.

“Cyno…” Tighnari spoke.

“You are the love of my life, and I love you…”

As he stands up from the stool and faces Cyno, paying attention to his eyes that has swelled from crying before, and may swell again.

“But…”

“BUT WHAT?!” Cyno shouts at him instinctively.

Tighnari was stunned in silence and started acting with hesitation in every little movement he makes: From where to put his hands to how he should stand. Those feet seem to be dancing.

…

“I have to do this. I really have to do this, Cyno. You know this has been my entire life…I can’t stop now.”

As Tighnari sighs, realizing the things that he had said, how bitter it would be not just for Cyno but for him as well. Even so, he clings to that little hope that Cyno may come to understand his reasons, like back then before.

There’s no turning back.

“Then GO!” Cyno shouts back at him.

Truth be told, it hurts for him to say that. For such a stoic man to become an emotional mess from a few spoken words is something that he is still getting used to. Tighnari has done that to him, and he didn’t regret any bit of it, but he didn’t expect that he will do it again in this manner.

“Get OUT OF HERE!” He continues to shout as he gestures to the camp and research equipment that Tighnari has prepared.

He turns back as he cannot bear to look at Tighnari anymore.

Never before has been his voice be full of emotions. He had always reserved himself just so he could successfully avoid letting anyone see any possible vulnerabilities he might’ve had, except for his boyfriend. Even then, it had never grown to this magnitude.

“I’ve…I’ve given up! I can do everything yet it absolutely won’t go in my favor…”

Cyno appeared to be beaten by Tighnari’s insistence.

“I’m sorry, Cyno.”

Was all Tighnari could say as he witnessed his boyfriend’s anger.

Cyno mustered all of his emotional stability just so he could only look at Tighnari: Speechless and full of guilt. He never meant to lash out at him like that, but his patience has run out.

Especially not how many times he’d tried before.

Tighnari walked towards Cyno to hug him, regardless if it means anything or not. To see Cyno like this, it was appalling, and he knows full well that it’s his fault. With how long they’ve been together, he somehow hopes that this would not affect their relationship more than it has to.

Cyno sees Tighnari going towards him, expecting a hug like he’d always give, but his expression gave that careless look. Instead, he only seemed to care about the time as he looked at the clock:

12:59

Shit.

Cyno realizes what’s about to happen.

And as he thought of it, he feels his vision getting blurry; darkness enveloping his peripheral vision. A sudden rush of weakness spread throughout his body; especially his legs that are draining from energy that allowed him to move. But now, he doubts if he can even stand for any longer.

“Cyno, what’s wrong?” Tighnari asks him with a curious look, anxiety infecting his tone of voice.

It’s too late…

Cyno tries to speak but to no avail, even just as Tighnari is attempting to support him, he is losing his posture. The muddiness of his head is starting to get heavy and he starts hyperventilating as he tries to get ahold of himself. The panic is setting in.

“CYNO!”

It was the last thing he ever heard from him before pure black took over.

A sudden loud gasp was heard in a bedroom.

The man looked shocked as if he’s had a horrific nightmare. With widened eyes and alert senses, he attempts to recover his distraught state of mind and troubled breathing. His distress prompting him to carefully examine his area to make sure that he’s not in any danger.

After a short while, he manages to compose himself towards a state of normalcy. He’s calmed down at the moment. He finds out that he was sleeping in the cabin. His figure being more relaxed as he grasps this reality. He quickly looks to the empty space on the bed in his right.

Oh, I’m back here again.

He gets his Akasha he removed prior on the drawer without looking as if it's déjà vu, and asks it about the time and date:

8:50 - Saturday, December 28

“Cyno?”

A voice was heard followed by the creaking of a door.

“Cyno, what happened? I heard a loud noise coming from here…”

It’s him.

The man with foxlike ears stared at Cyno with a curious expression.

Cyno inhales and exhales to release any traces of edginess he had experienced waking up.

“It’s fine, Nari. It’s nothing really…” Cyno answers assuredly.

Oh, darling. We’re back here again.

“Well, you better get up! I’ve prepared you breakfast on the counter. Oh, and after that, help me pack my belongings, alright? I know it’s still in midnight but I have a lot of things to carry, okay love?”

Tighnari asks cheerfully.

Cyno would just keep staring back at Tighnari with an innocent look on his gaze.

“Well…?”

Tighnari asks once more.

Do I have to subject myself through all of this again?

Whatever I do, it’s always the same outcome.

We couldn’t even celebrate your birthday this time properly.

It seems so never-ending.

How much long should I be stuck like this?

What’s the meaning of all of it?

“Yes, my Nari. I will help you.”

He answers back with a smile on his face.

His boyfriend would give the largest smile he has ever given him, as a 'thank you' for reflecting his upbeat confidence in helping him with his errand at later midnight.

Hey, that’s the first time since you smiled that big!

“Alright, alright! Well, what are you waiting for? Come with me at the counter and eat before the food gets cold. I’ll give you a kiss after!”

Tighnari remarks as he goes to the living room, leaving Cyno alone.

I never quite realized how much time I’ve been given with Tighnari this way.

Cyno closes his eyes, trying to fathom that sweet but cruel manner of having his time with him.

But is it worth it if he chooses to leave him in the end?

The pain of having to beg for him to stay.

The pain of bearing his priorities for work over me.

…

Maybe.

He sighs.

“I wish it was morning forever…”

#genshin impact #cynonari #cynari #tighnari #cyno

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❤️ holding out for a hero 🎠 PART 2. The games (1/2)

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic

Wooo!!! Second part out today!!! :D pls enjoy this silly little part!! More will be coming soon but I’m not sure if I will release the next part tomorrow . Maybe Saturday? I’m not too sure :( anyways!!! Enjoy!!! :D ❤️❤️🐎🐎

By Friday, the arena was completely set up and ready for the game your father chose. You spent your whole morning worrying. You ate with worry, you got ready with worry, you walked down the halls of your castle with worry, and now you sat next to your father with worry. The man looked to you, and he put a hand on your shoulder “everything will be alright my dear I doubt he’ll win” he smiled and gestured for you to do the same you obeyed. Your uncle sat next to you, and he laughed “I competed in the kingdom games before! I had so much fun…until king Fripp banished me.” Your uncle was an adventurer and a rebel he defied rules, so the great King Fripp exiled him from the kingdom after he had gone too far but your father and General Elizabeth allowed him to return five years ago. To kill time and to calm your nerves you asked your uncle to tell you about the games he did but when he got to the battling part of the games your father told him to quit it. The man let out a great big huff “oh come on” he made an annoyed gesture “they’re old enough to hear my stories Avalon and they’re about to witness them too so why hush me?” the king narrowed his eyes “do not test me Evergray enough is enough it’s time to move on from the past” your uncle was about to protest but the king continued “do not make me remind you of why the past isn’t so great brother.” With that your uncle huffed and angrily sat in his chair no longer speaking and because you had no distraction you were nervous again you messed with your clothes feeling your palms get sweaty. When the arena was full of people your father stood up, he thanked everyone for coming to the game, he talked about the history of the games and what game would take place today. While your father spoke you looked around for your knight where was she? You had not seen her at all today which was odd you wondered if Sabine was alright. You then noticed you had not seen your father’s advisor and his general either. When you were about to stand so you could go look for them King Sands walked into the balcony. He nodded to you in greeting you returned the greeting then he took his seat next to your father’s throne. Sands whose first name you did not know was king of the house of Garnok. The home had an ally treaty with yours and that is why he was here along with his best general, knight, advisor, and squire. Following Sands was Katja his and your father’s advisor she sat next to Sands you did not speak to the woman she always looked angry, so you never spoke to her, but she did greet you like Sands and you returned it of course. You heard her playing the violin many times from the library she played beautifully but you were too scared of her to tell her. After Katja walked in Jay came into the balcony she looked nervous? she sat next to your uncle she greeted both of you and you both greeted her back. You spoke to Jay a few times she was alright, but she seemed to only tolerate you because you were the King’s kid. She was great in combat she used to be a knight, but your father made her general. You thought Jay was amazing and you would love to be friends with her, but you didn’t think she would want the same. Then finally Sabine and Chiyo walked in you waved at them, but Sabine did not wave back as she usually does, she just walked to your chair standing behind it and Chiyo stood next to her. Chiyo did wave back at you though and whispered out a ‘hello!’ you responded to the hello with a smile. You looked back to your father when he raised his voice and said, “let the games begin!” he was done talking. the games were about to start, and you remembered why you were here, and you got nervous. You felt sick when the lord of the Northern Druid’s home waved and winked at you. You decided to be nice, and you smiled awkwardly waving back at him. When he got on his horse you looked to Sabine “did you see that?” you whispered “gross…” Sabine stared straight ahead not looking down at you as you spoke. Okay…maybe she was not in the mood to talk today? Chiyo on the other hand was she laughed softly.

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #ssofanfic #sabinessoxreader #sabinessofanfic #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔

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transboykirito · 1 year

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(Im so sorry for all my asks spamming ur inbox esp the long ones btw)

WOOO HAPPY T SHOT DAY!!

I don’t remember if I shared these but I just wanted to share my hcs as a celebration 🫶

kirito: bisexual, poly, trans demiboy, but like, any gender he dates it’s just inherently a queer relationship even if it’s w a girl and the girl is straight it’s never fully straight it’s just. Queer.

asuna: bisexual, poly, she could be cis or trans tbh I love it either way, same queerness as kiritos thing though either way

suguha: bisexual (do not worry, it has nothing to do w her weird arc I completely rewrote it inside my head and in a google docs and I pretend it does not exist and the feelings were just jealousy bc replacement and abandonment issues 🫂) but it’s just the vibes ok she- maybe I’m projecting and biased, I know your hc her as lesbian and that’s so cool too honestly I love queer sugu <3

Liz: lesbian

Sinon: non binary, bisexual ¿

silica: is my favorite lesbian I love her so much and I like to think her and liz talk abt stuff a lot and liz helps her w identity stuff alot I love their friendship AND HERS AND SUGUS TOO I lvoe them all

Alice: bisexual but closeted and in denial and thinks she hates asuna but in reality she is inlove w her

eugeo: bisexual, poly, either cis or non binary with a masc leaning identity

agil: straight and this makes me mildly sad

Klein: KLEIN IS LIKE. HES STRAIGHT BUT HES LIKE. DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO NOT BEING STRAIGHT BUT HE WONT ADMIT IT. similar to my friends sexuality where he’s like mostly “straight” but there’s a specific type of boys who they’re like. yes. and they’re typically more feminine ones. so i guess heteroflexible? Is that the word?

I feel like I’m missing someone from the main gang but djejfj

also,, I feel like quite a few of them have some issues w their sexuality and religion¿ which might full well be me projecting, especially asuna because her family seems the type to be religious and blah blah blah sexuality and religion tend to not go well but ofc not everything/everyone would be like that

kiritos family is 10000000000% accepting tho, maybe his grandparents are a lil like

“don’t understand but like i love u but I don’t support this but I love u a lot” and it’s complicated (projecting projecting projecting projecting pro——)

agil is straight but he's trans!!!!!!!! and trish is bi!!!!!!!! its andrew coming in with the bi wife energy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

same hat kirito same hat <3

i feel like midori's parents are definitely "i have no clue what that means but i support you" like kazuto comes out as trans and theyre like "oh so she wants to be a boy?? thats okay youll always be our granddaughter baby :)" but they mean well and he corrects them and they get there in the end

also yui is nonbinary i dont care she just is

#adorabl8dthirsty #asks #headcanons #and thank you!!!!!!! my whole hip and leg is just. sore. it feels like concrete ;-;

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rotting-corpse45 · 8 months

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Creepypasta D&D character!!

Tw for like: scars, hospitals, death, etc

She's literally just a mix of a lot of creeps cuz I love them <<3 and my DM said I could! wooo!!!

BACKSTORY!

“Okay class silent reading time please.” the teacher spoke before sitting at his desk marking papers.

The class was silent and reading. I couldn't seem to focus on my book. The words were not making sense and I was bored. I watched people around the classroom slowly looking around at everything. “Gray. read please” the teacher noticed me and I swiftly looked down at my book looming each word.

A few moments go by and I hear his paper move and a small wince. “Oh dear…” he muttered under his breath. “Children stay here I must go to the office” he stood up and I smelled this scent, it was so strong it made my nose singe. Before I knew it I felt taller than normal. Different, strange. I lunged at the teacher hearing kids scream as blood splattered all over the walls and floor. Organs and guts are everywhere.

Eventually after a while I wake to bright lights and sirens. What happened? I looked around as my vision went from a foggy blur to clear. I saw my parents worried and two tall nurses “what's happening mama..? Papa..?” My voice sounded weak and tired. My mom was crying and dad was holding her. No one spoke and I laid there confused. I went to sit up but I couldn't. Looking around again I was tied up and chained to this bed “What's going on?! LET ME GO!! MAMA PAPA!!” I started to scream and cry and kick. No one was helping me. One of those nurses walked up to me with a syringe and I can't remember anything past then

I wake up in a new area in pitch black and no sounds. I couldn’t see or move much.. Let alone talk. something that was over my face. “Hello Gray.. your parents have left me in my care.. I’m doctor Woodaker " I heard a male voice. He sounded quite young. I wasn't able to see much about him due to whatever was on my face. He continued to explain things and as I listened my chest felt heavy. I could hardly breathe. I started to feel ill. After a little bit I threw up. “Oh.. my.. You're a special girl huh?” Dr. Woodaker spoke. I felt my face be touched and suddenly I could see, it was bright and I saw Dr. Woodaker. “Welcome to your new home Gray.” he got up and left

For years I’d bond and communicate with him, gaining his trust and seeing him as a father figure. Sooner or later I hit the age of 12.

He stopped coming into my confined room and started having nurses take me in and out of this room to a new one. A new terrifying room: a room with a metal bed with straps on it, a medical light above it and a tray of tools. Some didn't look medical, others did. “Gray.. hi sweetie” Woodaker was there so I knew I was safe.. Right?

“Daddy? What's going on..?” I was terrified. Before I knew it, he smiled and put on a medical mask and a grimy apron. As he did that, I was strapped to this metal bed “Gray whats your last name? Can you tell me?” Woodake asked me. I couldn’t speak, my chest felt heavy again, and I couldn’t breathe. It's been so many years since I’ve felt this. I threw up this black liquid all over my gown. “Oh dear again..” Woodaker chuckled.

Eventually he grabbed a scalpel and sliced his finger open. Blood poured out of his wound. I felt that same singe in my nose I smelled when I killed my teacher. I again felt different but I could see everything this time and hear. “YES! YES IT'S TRUE YOU'RE A MONSTER!” Woodaker screamed in joy and delight. Monster..? I'm a monster? That's all I could think of. He smiled and grabbed a few tools. He’d use these tools for what was called these “examinations”

My bones.. Were broken, sharp nails nailed through my bone into the table, cuts, bruises, bright lights.

He took it too far. One night when I was 18. I heard those clacks of the nurses shoes, I pushed myself into a corner trying to get away from them. “NO! STAY BACK! STAY BACK! STAY AWAY!” I’d scream and shriek but they grabbed me anyway. Dragging me to that dreaded room, that disgusting room. I’d continue to scream on my way there but I couldn't do anything. I was in a straight jacket.. Like always ever since day one. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME! I’LL KILL YOU!”

They were laughing at me knowing I couldn't do anything. I was strapped back down to the room's metal bed. “Gray, you are always my favorite.” Woodaker would laugh and smile. “Today we have a special test for you.” his disgusting smile glared at me before that medical mask was put on. He did his usual triggering of this “monster” when it came out he immediately shone a light in my eyes. I couldn't see anything. Then I felt a burning on my left eye. I shrieked again and screamed. After that pain was over I was satiated and woke up in my room. My left eye was black. I could see nothing. It took a year to get used to.

I hit 20 years old, and it took about a month. I did this for so long that I was trapped and abused so much I couldn’t bring out this “monster” so I tried to find a way to get out of this jacket. There were crosses, holy water, and a prayer book all around me keeping my demon away, so I thought if I was able to knock those crosses and flip them, something could happen. But nope. I tried and tried, and eventually, I figured out a way. I ripped the fabric just enough. The second I heard those clacks and that door open, I ran. No more holy symbols, I became a demon. Killing every doctor in sight there screaming, brought me pleasure. “SHE'S GOING TO KILL US ALL!!!” one screamed. I laughed “kill you?! No, I'm going to save you. SAVE YOU ALL AHAHAH” my voice sounded raspy and worn out. “STOP HER!” they continued to scream and beg for help, “NO! STAY AWAY! GO AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWA-AHAH” I laughed. I killed them all except for Woodaker; he was nowhere to be seen. I broke out and landed in a forest. Dead bodies everywhere. I felt this hunger.. I started eating as much as I could. Ripping their organs and feeding. Till I hear steps behind me, I turn and see normal people behind me. They are shocked in horror.

(THERE IS EXTRA STUFF IF CURIOUS ILL POST THAT TOO)

#creepypasta #character #art #artwork #dungeons and dragons #backstory #dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #original character #oc #dnd backstory #slenderverse #horror

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girlwiththegreenhat · 5 years

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I actually have had no interest in Transformers up until now (I only knew about the old cartoon robots and overly humans faces don’t appeal to me) but I had no idea there was a more recent cartoon until you reblogged videos and art and such! I wanted to ask, is the series narratively engaging? Like does it have good arcs and character builds and themes and what not? Also, I think there was a 3D a 3D animation series, right? Between 2d and 3D, which would you recommend to watch first?

There have actually been a lot of recent cartoons, when one ends another one follows in roughly a year. Based on the ones I post about though, the two you’re probably referring to are Transformers Animated… (2007 ~ 2009, newer in regards to the original 80s cartoon but hardly the most recent Transformers series. also my favorite lol)

... and Transformers Prime. (2010 ~ 2013, the series after TFA and the only real 3D animation TF series I actively reblog.)

Transformers Animated has a good narrative and absolutely amazing characters tbh. The three-part episode it starts with really grabs your attention so you don’t even have to wait for it to get good, but it’s not afraid to be silly either - season three does get more serious but it doesn’t majorly affect the overall tone of the series, its def still goofy. I recommend TFA as anyone’s intro to the franchise, it’s a great look at what Transformers is really meant to be? It can be serious, but at the same time its a story about giant alien robots coming to earth that turn into cars. Silliness comes with the territory. Also the world building and development that went into TFA is... absolutely crazy. The folks that made it obviously have a looooot of love for the franchise. Overall: TFA is underrated, hella well-written, you end up loving most of/all of the characters, and the only downsides are the occasional kinda-annoying human villains and the fact that Hasbro cancelled it so finishing season 3 gives you a sad empty feeling inside and the feeling to avenge it. (You can legally stream it for free on Tubi btw! and if you like it make sure to tell hasbro that, we’re trying to get the fourth season we deserve and the writers said if we push hard enough hasbro might give lol.)

Transformers Prime is... not bad, honestly. It used to be my favorite for a while but it lost some of its luster with age, it’s not a bad show IMO but the characters can be a lil flat sometimes (mainly the autobots, the decepticons in this show are actually more entertaining most of the time lmfao) and some of the plots can get repetitive. I’d still recommend it if you’re really into Transformers but it’s a darker take on the franchise, even written for a young teen audience rather than kids. If you prefer the silliness of TFA though you might not like it, and the 3D animation is kinda limiting so there aren’t as many characters as there are in TFA.

.... gonna tangent back to TFA real quick but that’s another thing that’s great about it, because it’s done with 2D animation it fits in a looooooooot of characters. you end up falling in love with characters that only show up for a couple of episodes, and all of them have such unique crazy personalities i guarantee you’ll have at least a couple favorites by the time the series is over.

anyway there are quite a few other series, some 2D, some 3D, some a mix of both, and of course the movies as well (the only liveaction TF movies worth watching are the recent ‘bumblebee’ movie), and I do reblog a bit from series I don’t watch much or at all, so if you had another series in mind that i missed i apologize xD Transformers Cyberverse is the current series, TLDR ehhh its not bad. the episodes are short and its also silly so if you like TFA check out the first few episodes on youtube and see if it’s your kinda thing.

Also, the original 1980s cartoon can definitely look weird in a lot of ways but surprisingly it has quite a few genuinely good episodes. If you enjoy TFA i recommend watching some of the fan favorite episodes because there are some solid ones. the series had a lot of writers and none of them were allowed to talk to each other so the writing quality varies, some of the episodes are Typical 1980s Cartoon Nonsense(tm) and some of them are Genuinely Good Especially For A 1980s Cartoon Hot D a m n.

tldr - transformers animated is great, i absolutely recommend you watch it first ESPECIALLY if you've never really watched anything transformers before. transformers prime is... okay. darker themes but some of the characters aren't as strong and some of the plots are bleh. watch it second if it appeals to you but based on your ask it might not. G1 (original old cartoon) has some Genuinely Good Episodes that still hold up which i recommend you to seek out should you enjoy TFA, they're worth looking past the animation errors and personal taste in character design.

#liz blogs #transformers #maccadam #blogofthemod #ask #wooo i get quite a few of these asks come to think of it #i wonder if i should make a masterpost of series i think people should watch #it can have all the specific details and if people want specifics like OP with what they're into then I can just cut to the chase lol #sorry i ramble so much im just super passionate about giant transforming robots and iwant other people to love them too #i hope i answered your question OP lol #if you want good characters stories and worldbuilding transformers animated is DEF the way to go

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had.

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat.

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin.

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice.

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase.

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink.

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure.

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party.

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch.

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near.

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on.

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff.

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile.

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring.

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly.

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge.

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily.

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back.

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.”

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s.

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life.

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night’s drunken antics.

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you.

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?”

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down.

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only.

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him.

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it’s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down.

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace.

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

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Part 4

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(Clone Wars) The Awkward Chronicles: Clone Wars Edition

(Author's Note: Wooo, here we go, fam.

Join Rex, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Kix for some embarrassing encounters.

Warnings: embarrassing situations, second-hand embarrassment).

Rex was explaining the situation a little more thoroughly than he needed to, but out of courtesy and respect for the captain, you put on an attentive expression and listened despite how exhausted you were. The last few evenings had not been too kind to you, and you were going on less than six hours of sleep each night. Rex’s strategies were usually pretty straightforward, but Skywalker’s input was easily recognizable when the strategy took a turn and became a little more complicated.

Rex pointed to the holodiagram with each part of the strategy, and your eyes followed along.

“Now, remember,” he said for the second time. “This will only work if you and your squad is there on time.”

You nodded quickly, finally feeling your patience wear a little thin. “Yeah, yeah, Anakin, just make sure your squad is there,” you rushed. The look on Rex’s face made you realize your mistake. He had gone silent, eyes widening slightly for a moment before his brows pulled down in offense. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized, instantly regretting your bout of impatience. “This is a great strategy which I’m sure will be very effective. I’m just a little tired is all.”

Rex’s brows rose then. “It’s fine. Just…” He paused, lips quirking slightly in an amused expression. “I an a clone. There are quite a few men out there that I share a likeness with, yet you called me ‘Anakin.’”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in embarrassment. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Rex’s smirk grew into one of those rare smiles, the ones that usually only came out when he was joking around with the men on leave. “Why don’t you get some rest? We’ll talk strategy later.”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, though grateful to have been given an out. You’d definitely be more up for this conversation later after a nap.

- - - -

You were so going to kill him.

Even from your favorite booth in the corner away from all the commotion at 79’s, your face flushed. Fives had taken the liberty of setting you up on a blind date. With a trooper. A trooper you’d never met before. He had given you 79’s as the location and left you with a short and rather vague-as you’d come to realize- description of the man.

“His name’s Chrys, and he’s got the standard trooper haircut,” he had explained over the comm. “But he’s not hard to miss; he’s got a tattoo of the Republic symbol.”

Did Fives have any idea how many troops had that symbol at the 79’s tonight? Some had it tattooed on the side of their forehead, placed in a similar spot to where Fives had his signature “5.” A few had it on the back of their hands, only visible because their gloves were off. One trooper had the symbol tattooed on the side of his neck just below his ear, barely peeking out of the collar of his blacks.

It was amazing. As much as you believed that each trooper was their own man with their own rights and destiny...the hard fact was that they were indeed clones that looked very similar. The last thing you wanted was your blind date to think it made no difference to you, that a clone was a clone. So you were trying your very best to find him on your own as soon as you could.

“Hey there,” a trooper greeted. You glanced his way and offered a polite smile, though you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. There was no Republic tattoo, so you didn’t want to lead him on when you were waiting for someone.

“Hey,” you said.

There was an awkward silence as he remained standing in front of your booth, and you turned your attention back to him. Your gazes met, and you became more alarmed the longer he stared at you.

“Can I help you?”

“Are you _________?” he asked finally.

“Um, yeah,” you lifted a brow. “Are you Chrys?”

“That’s me.”

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry.” You blushed. “I didn’t realize it was you. He said you had a Republic tattoo.”

Chrys chuckled good-naturedly, pulling up the sleeve of his military uniform to reveal the tattoo on his forearm. “I suppose that would’ve been more helpful information if you could see it.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to get him for that later,” you mumbled.

- - - -

“And what brings you here?” you asked, resting your hands on your hips as you did a once-over with your gaze, and being sure to add a playful wink in there. You weren’t entirely certain when it began, but you and Jesse had an inside joke of flirting with each other. It was just something you both liked to do.

Maybe it was the way the light-hearted jokes and flirts put you in a good mood, no matter how bad your day was before he arrived. Maybe it was the eye-rolling the two of you would get from any bystanders during your little banters.

Either way, it became a thing that only the two of you shared.

“I just needed to get another look at those pretty eyes of yours,” he replied smoothly.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re not so bad yourself there, hotshot.”

It was easy to forget the other troopers coming and going from the medbay as you focused on the task at hand and bandaged up Jesse’s wounded arm. A few more flirts were exchanged before you needed to move on and check up on some new arrivals. With a promise that you’d return shortly, you made your rounds. Dogma, Fives, and Echo were amongst the wounded that you patched up. Before long, you were at your station checking some records with your back turned to the rest of the bay. With eyes focused on the list in front of you, it barely registered that someone had approached.

“Excuse me, but if I’m clear, I’d like to return to my duties.”

Oh right, Jesse. He was all taken care of, so there was no issue with him ducking out at this point. You were ready to throw in another flirt for good measure.

“You sure about that, handsome? I’m certainly going to miss you...” you turned around with your best pouty face to see a wide-eyed Dogma staring at you. Your heart plummeted at the mortified look on his face, and your eyes flickered to the right to see Jesse perched on his gurney nearby. Your friend snorted at the scene, and you offered Dogma several apologies.

“I’m so sorry, Dogma. I thought you were Jesse. Your paperwork is cleared, and you’re free to go.”

“Thank you,” he replied, then paused. “S-sweetheart.” And then he practically scurried out of the medbay, leaving you a blushing mess and Jesse laughing his head off.

- - - -

“Hey, Kix!” you greeted one of your good friends as he approached you. 79’s was certainly bustling that night. It was crowded beyond belief due to a recent victory that brought a wave of troops in on leave.

Kix ran a hand over his elaborately-shaved head. You saw his lips move, but his reply was drowned out by the blaring music. He handed you a drink, your usual, and you mouthed a “thank you” in response. As he led you over to the table where a group from the 501st were, he continued speaking to you. His lips were moving at the speed of light it seemed, so you weren’t quite able to pick up what he was saying. You could, however, tell that he was waiting for some sort of response by the way he gazed at you with lifted brows.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” you said, gesturing toward your ear for emphasis. He nodded in understanding, lips turning up in a chuckle, before he came a little closer to shout near your ear. When he pulled away to wait for your reaction, you stared blankly at him. You still couldn’t hear a single thing he said. So you tried one more time to sheepishly let him know. Kix, patient as ever, leaned even closer. This time you could at least audibly hear his voice, but it was still difficult to make out any words.

You thought you heard “drink....time...crazy.” And judging by the smile on his face, you figured it was an amusing notion he was trying to share. As much as you didn’t want to be dishonest, you’d already asked Kix twice to repeat himself. You figured it was best if you just nodded and laughed along. So you did.

And the smile fell from Kix’s face. You watched as he nodded slightly and took a swig from his own glass, expression suddenly so serious. Your embarrassment spiked instantly.

What had you just nodded along to?

As Kix took a seat, you inwardly face-palmed. You’d have to sort this out later and admit you still hadn’t heard what he said. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but it sure beat living the rest of your life having no clue what made him frown.

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