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osmosisdreams · 8 months

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planned starter | @naitfall

Working in tech usually meant Eren didn't even have to leave the house. In fact, that was true enough that he had gotten used to rarely doing so. That wasn't to say he never saw people, because certainly, people visited him all the time. He wasn't exactly a shut-in, either. He did go out, just... for necessities. Groceries, visiting people, and... well okay, maybe that was about it.

Not that it was entirely intentional. A part of him was uncertain in how to interact with some of his old friends lately. Not just his childhood friends or anything, but his old old friends. The people who could say they knew him before they were even born here. It was becoming instinct to wonder if those people recalled the things he recalled, or if those things would put a strain in their relationship.

Didn't matter today though! Floch had dragged him out after finding out from Jean that Eren hadn't left his house closing in on a week. They were probably getting worried, actually, but Floch had resolved to yank him along to a tea shop so he could at least leave the house. It wasn't like he couldn't work wherever he was, so it technically didn't matter.

At least with Floch he was comfortable enough knowing not all of the man's memories were back. They were scattered, and he'd been lucky enough to not get most of the grisly ones yet.

It sucked that memories of a past life were hindering Eren now. He could remember being mostly similar to who he was as a child last time, and that continued through his teenage years. Unfortunately they seemed to be catching up with him as he got older, reflecting similar years of that life. Also unfortunately, his personality kept shifting in response, and his friends - aware of similar memories or not - kept noticing.

He was expecting to just get a corner table and keep working - flexible hours on his own schedule? Perfect for working whenever, wherever, and however long he wanted... hence why he was pulled out here to begin with... but he was stuck between yes, definitely get that table right now, and wondering how much he should stand out.

There weren't many people left that he remembered as though they were just in his dreams alone, albeit many times over, but there were some; people he hadn't seen again since the times of titans. He hadn't exactly given up the idea that he'd eventually see them, but the world was, well, gigantic. What were the chances he'd see all of them again? That they were all living in close proximity?

Perhaps that was why seeing Levi behind that corner felt like a shock. Having these memories never made him a guarantee he would come across these people again. In some way it was like seeing someone that only existed in the dreams his mind made up actually becoming real.

Despite that he recognized Levi, Floch hadn't flinched, stopped dead or anything. He didn't react at all. He must not have remembered Levi at all at this point, because he walked right up to that counter and spoke with no hitch whatsoever in his voice. "Do you have coffee here? My friend prefers coffee. I'll take a lemon tea though. And... two lemon and two chocolate scones."

Okay, so he recognized someone. He could still be normal, right? Totally. Yeah. "Are you sure you don't want an actual lemon with that?"

"With enough sugar to cancel out the sour I might consider it. You're trying first though."

"By the time you're done testing flavors on me I'm going to have a whole zero taste buds surviving."

#naitfall #{ verse: modern reincarnation}#{ thread: 1 }#/ I might have sent you some asks and I know I replied to the one you sent me #but since nothing has been a proper thread yet bc of my hiatus I'm slapping the number one on this thread #btw I wanted to set this up somehow so if you don't want to match length that's totally fine! /

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chiropterx · 9 months

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(@thedickgraysonrp)

Beads of sweat roll down the scientist's face as he carefully squeezes a single drop of fluid into the bubbling mixture, praying that his shaking fingers don't accidentally add any more liquid than is necessary. Fortunately Kirk's hands prove steady, the singular droplet changing the seething concoction before him from a deep vermillion to a rich and vibrant blood-red. Finally, after months of literal blood, sweat and tears, he might have just cracked the solution! The smile of pure elation spreading across his face is as bright as the overhead lights beaming down on the laboratory workstation, Kirk's blue eyes almost feverish with desire as he leans back to admire his handiwork. A refined version of his original cure, hopefully this time without the addictive properties that made the first batch so very dangerous, along with it's unexpectedly transformative nature... Still, as dangerous as that first cure had been, it had permanently improved Kirk's hearing, turning him from a near-deaf man into one that could still hear, somewhat. Pale hands continued to tremble, reaching up to rub between tired eyes - they were dry and sore, as well as his throat having spent the majority of the afternoon (and most of the evening) pouring his heart and soul into completing the final steps of his cure. He'd been so close, so caught up in his research that he didn't realize it had already gone past one in the morning and his stomach rumbled, clearly grumpy at having been neglected for so long. Maybe he should rest first, eat and drink something before taking the solution on an empty stomach. Packing up his equipment, Kirk left the solution where it was to cool, dimming the lights before heading to his makeshift kitchen. The laboratory might not have been as well-fitted as his home but it held everything he needed, from water to food and even a couch in which to crash. Pouring himself a glass of water, Kirk downed it greedily, biting into a juicy apple before he stopped chewing, ears pricked. There was the faintest sound of movement somewhere close by, light footsteps on brick and metal. Kirk gulped, swallowing his mouthful of apple. There shouldn't have been anybody anywhere near here, it was right next to Ace Chemicals and the area was desolate at this time of night, surely. He held his breath, footsteps no longer quite so light, almost as if they were... Staggering? Soft thumps, a slump, feet dragging. This was no burglar or intruder, Kirk's senses on edge as he realized the sounded were right by his window. Had they been attracted by the light he'd switched on? Without thinking he moved, dropping the apple as he threw open the blinders, only to see-

"Nightwing? Are you - you're, you're... not alright, are you?"

#thedickgraysonrp #;; threads #Coming days late asdfghjkk #Hopefully this was okay #I wanted to leave it a bit more open for you just in case!#Don't feel obliged to match length btw!#Or obliged to answer if it's not for you #Sometimes I get carried away :')#Kirk: I am totally not planning on becoming Man-Bat again!#Just refining the cure as it SHOULD have been asgsgfgd

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bccksmarts · 1 year

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The Great Hall was decorated spectacularly yet again for another Yule ball. Students of Hogwarts, as well as students from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton were in attendence again, but this year was significantly different. Eighth Years ( students retaking their seventh year that they couldn't attend due to the war ) were also in attendance—meaning Hermione Granger got another chance of a perfect evening. Her fourth year went up in flames when Ronald Weasley decided to accuse her of ❛fraternizing with the enemy❜—which was absolutely ridiculous, mind you—so she was very much looking forward to gracing a room without any such assumption.

Students were bustling around the room, dancing with their chosen dates and their friends. Hermione, however, was stood off to the side with her glass of pumpkin juice in hand, taking light sips from it. Her attire for this particular affair was a sparkling gold dress that trailed all the way down to the floor, much like a princess' dress that you'd see in a movie or read in a fairy tale. The dress was accompanied by golden heels—that you couldn't see due to the dress' length—and a golden choker around her neck. Her hair was pretty much loose, though the top half was tied into a bun at the back of her head.

Her chocolate eyes scanned the room for her friends and classmates, just to keep tabs on them. After all, she was the Head Girl this year, but she was ❛off duty❜ and Headmistress McGonagall had given her strict instructions to just relax. Her and relaxing didn't really mix. Off to the side of the room, by a pillar, was Ginny, talking up a storm with Blaise Zabini, a returning Slytherin of their year group. Not surprising really, given the amount of gossip she spilled to Hermione throughout the term. How Blaise was so dreamy and all this, that and the other. Harry was stood with Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus, with Theodore Nott on their flank. Slytherins were mixing it up with the Gryffindors this year, it'd seem, really putting that ❛house unity❜ idea into effect. It was so strange, but at the same time? So right. They all looked so relaxed and chilled out... and here she was, off to the side, standing alone.

Mere moments of just watching, the music seemed to change. Something slower, something more... intimate. She wasn't prepared for this kind of shift, not yet. Couples found each other so easily, lacing the hands together, arms wrapped around each other or being placed on waists and shoulders.

❛There I was again tonight, Forcing laughter, faking smiles, Same old, tired, lonely place...❜

The witch swallowed thickly but quietly, wishing ( oh so wishing ) she had brought a date. She'd declined so many people, hoping for that right person to ask her, but they never asked. Not that she had that expectation; wishful thinking actually. But a girl could hope, couldn't she?

❛Walls of insincerity, Shifting eyes and vacancy, Vanished when I saw your face...❜

The more the song went on, the more her shoulders slumped. Her eyes shifted around the room, wondering if she'd see that very face. Wondering if their eyes would connect and something deep would set off, pulling them together as if they were magnetised. Wondering if they'd dance, all up, close and personally; bodies pressing together as if they just fit together, made to fit, and their feet moving in perfect tangent, no awkward stepping on toes. Fluent, perfect, mesmerising.

...No. That was just some school girl's dream. The chances of that happening whatsoever were slim. Extremely slim. Taking another sip of her pumpkin juice, Hermione exhaled a sigh from her lightly painted lips before taking the chance to look around the large room again. Maybe... just maybe... she'd see someone, and they'd see her.

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brawlqueen · 1 year

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"Gently, gently. This is the most critical moment of frying an egg." Utters, trying to assist the other. "I do love a beautiful egg."

mizuki tended to take things in stride. after the complete lack of normalcy that had followed her since the beginning of her life, she couldn't say that she minded something incredibly .... normal. here in the kitchen; gloves off and uniform sleeves rolled back, memories flooding of all the times she had made the best soft eggs to a loser of a 'roommate'. she wouldn't admit it, but . . .

--- they were memories etched in fondness as much as exasperation. something she missed and felt the phantom wound of where it had begun to hurt. it almost cost her all of the detective's focus if not for orihime's gentle voice encouraging her; her approach and touches to certain cooking techniques as gentle as her voice.

" thanks. it's .... kinda been a while since i cooked, y'know? haven't had time with everything. " between her responsibilities and lack of free time, especially with this serial killing case, she couldn't say she minded at all the effusive, bubbly natured girl seeming right at home in the small kitchen of the date residence.

it filled in so much that should be there.

" i never really have done much of fried eggs, but, well, guess you got me convinced. by the sounds of it, you cook a lot, orihime . i never really have time, so this is.....kinda nice, y'know? " she isn't twelve anymore. her supernatural strength only grows with age. she was nervous the minute it fell into her palms to be placed into the cooking utensil, thinking it would shatter immediately in terrifyingly strong grip.

but it didn't. focus and a teacher on a new way to do eggs, so laughably simple as it was, made mizuki smile a bit as her heterochromatic gaze flits to hers as if for approval.

" okay, i think that was a pretty good flip! what's next? i usually just did soft boiled eggs in the morning . my ... " adoptive father. " roommate is a loser in that he never appreciated them! liked them all gross and hard and chewy. maybe he'll like fried eggs. " her eyes are bright with expectation for the next step, never imagining that the girl relaxing wantonly in the yoyagi park pool would be in her home.

" oh uh...orihime? if you cook a lot, do you..." a beat.

"would you want to do this again sometime? let's make a deal. if i make you an amazing fried egg then we make this a habit? how 'bout that? " it was awfully hard to decline a sunny smile from her, after all.

#she has an adoptive father from the og game but uh if you don't mind spoilers he goes missing in 'canon' but #i tend to go either way in the second game of him either not going missing or still being around #she'll roast her cringe loser dad but! she really does cherish him.#i hope this was okay to reference our ongoing thread at the park. yes mizuki will totally get in the water. she's a gremlin.#if you want to continue this or not please don't feel you ever have to match length.#either way this was adorable and fun to answer thank you mallow!#𝐕; 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 / 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈 *ೃ༄ an end and a rebirth.#𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 *ೃ༄ sweet silent thought.#auburniivenus

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daphneseong · 2 years

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open to : @eleanorewhittock

location : the ball, anywhere you want.

date : march 25, 1889. Early evening.

Not without hope, Daphne approaches Eleanor with something akin to a smile. Though it feels all wrong as it stretches itself onto her face. It was not entirely forced ( she didn’t think she could ever not smile when it came to Ellie ), it was just as if she had forgotten how to do it. Her plans had mostly been to avoid, like she had already been doing for so long. Avoid, avoid, avoid. In the last few months she had only found a reason to leave her house for few things. Sometimes when she was really needed for work ( that one time she had finally found a reason to yell at Gilly ) and sometimes for food ( though she ate less and less of that as the days went by ).

The point was that she rarely found the time to speak to Ellie. And she couldn’t come up with an excuse that was good enough for why. She didn’t think Ellie deserved a half assed lie either, but the idea of being honest instead hung over her and taunted her. Daphne could not tell if it was out of embarrassment that she wished to hide this side of herself from Eleanor. Perhaps it was out of some oddity to prove herself that she did so. A way to preserve the image of her that Eleanor had already come to know.

The one that she had seemingly fallen for.

Daphne did not think that she’d spend the rest of her life pining after a past lover. And she wasn’t. At least, she didn’t think so. To her, she had already come to terms with the fact that she would never stop loving Eleanor. It sounded pathetic to her own ears but she knew it wasn’t really like that. For her, she didn’t think it possible to give herself over to anyone. And for the longest time she couldn’t, it felt too much like a death sentence. Entrusting someone with your heart. Something that had already been broken, she kept that part of herself locked away for that very reason. But Eleanor didn’t do that. She never forced Daphne to be hers. She just was. And so, for that alone, Daphne had fallen in love. And it would remain that way for as long as she would allow it.

And Eleanor didn’t know about her much outside of that love. Not everything at least. There were some things Daphne was too keen on keeping to herself. It wasn’t it for them, not then. But Daphne couldn’t ever say she was heartbroken because of it. After all, they still had each other. Even after they ended, there was still the warmth there. The one that they both leaned into, tugging each other into it. Holding one another closer. Daphne reminded herself often of what that feeling was like. Because with Ellie, she had managed to build a home outside of herself.

And in that moment, that their eyes met, she remembered exactly why she loved her. So, she was tentative, hesitant with her next words. Always so scared to mess this up, to mess them up.

“Was hoping to find you out here.” Not entirely a lie, though she leaves out the part where she most likely would have done everything in her power to avoid her.

#( * chapter 5 . )#( * ellie . )#i reblogged a musings post awhile ago about homes and how this related to daphne #so i'm just drawing from that #totally okay with us going somewhere else with this though #ive been writing this for 3 days straight #you don't have to match lengths #i just like talking

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amplifyingtrace · 2 years

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“ you know i always have your back . ” / from ochako!

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - Accepting

While heading back to UA after visiting her grandmother, a large crash like boom had caught her attention. Making her turn quickly towards the sound and catching a building suddenly starting to crumble down from the bottom up.

Before the dust and smoke even started to appear from the building collapsing, she was already running towards it. Needing to take a higher path to avoid the civilians who had stopped after hearing the large noise going off, wanting to get there quickly.

Just as she arrived she caught glimpse of Ochako who also looked to have just ran there herself. Neither of them had a lot of their hero gear as they weren't expecting to jump into action, but both of them were still determined to help out best they could.

"Uraraka!"

Leia just managed to call out to the brunette to let her know she was there too, giving her a large smile just before a child's voice yelled out in panic pleading for help.

Without a second thought she quickly headed towards the voice, using her gymnastic abilities to get there much faster. When she arrived to where the voice was calling from, they were physically shaking while trying to free their friend under some rubble, thankfully only the other's leg had been caught.

It was clear the place wasn't very stable, it was creaking under the weight above and below, but she needed to get them out before it gave way. If only she had her capture weapon with her, she'd be able to gently bring the child who wasn't caught to safety first before getting the other. All she had was her collapsible bo-staff she always keeps on her person, it wasn't quite long enough.

"Everything's going to be okay. I just need you to stay where you are, alright?" Leia spoke softly while giving them a reassuring smile hoping to help put the kids at ease.

Before she could take one step closer, what was left of the ceiling above them started to fall and she rushed towards the kids. Extending out her bo-staff to keep the ceiling from crushing them, it strained under the pressure but it was holding for the time being.

Swifty she scooped the one child who wasn't caught under rubble into her arms, they were sobbing at this point and clinging to her. Prompting her to use the unamplified side of her quirk in order to calm them down, not wanting to amplify their quirk as they were currently terrified. Giving them a warm and comforting feeling while she freed the other who was currently unconscious. Working fast as she didn't have a lot of time before her staff inevitably broke, it creaked along with the building as she placed the second child into her arms.

All of a sudden her bo-staff stopped straining and she immediately turned in order to bolt out quickly as possible, fearing it finally lost the battle with the ceiling. However, when turning she saw Ochako at the opening, using her quirk in order to hold up the ceiling.

“ you know I always have your back . ”

Leia paused a mere moment in awe once again at how amazing Ochako is while a wave of relief washed over her before moving quickly towards her friend. Grabbing her bo-staff as she went and collapsing it once again to place at her side.

"Thank you and I always have your back too" She beamed in return, giving Ochako a high-five when exiting out of the building to safety.

#ofstowaways #x;;ofstowaways; { Ochako Uraraka }#{;A; Ochaaaakkoooo you precious little bean #{I can totally see these two being so supportive of one another and just great friends my heart <3 ;A; bless them #{Me writing them both as the badasses they are? You bet your ass I am! >:3c #{Ochako holding up a WHOLE ASS BUILDING with her quirk HECK YES #{does this follow the prompt? IDK but I went with it asjdghdj #{These are getting so long ajsdghgds sorry! But you don't have to match length at all if you want to reply <3

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quantumleapt · 2 years

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It’s been a rough couple of leaps, so maybe that’s why Sam’s so surprised to wind up walking down a quiet looking street in Beacon Hill. It’s... weird, being back in Boston after all this time. With every step he takes, he remembers; he used to come around here so often what seemed like a lifetime ago, visiting Boston Common and the Public Garden, taking in the scenery and the history... back then, it had seemed so different from Indiana he could barely believe it. He’d never been so far away from home before.

If only he’d known.

A low whistle sounds from beside him.

“Nice town,” Al comments, keeping up with Sam’s strides.

“I remember it,” Sam replies, turning to him with an smile on his face. It’s like he’s dreaming, being here again. “Where to, Al?”

“Uh...” Al looks to the handlink, smacking the side of it against his palm. “Dunno, Sam. Little hard with this one.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well...” Al nods, indicating a window, and Sam’s eyes widen, catching a glimpse of the face in front of him.

He runs a hand down his cheek, thumbing the familiar cleft in his chin, before his brow furrows and he reaches up, running a hand through the fringe of his hair.

“Al!” he exclaims, albeit a little petulantly, whirling around to face the hologram. “How come you never told me I was goin’ grey?!”

“Well, that first leap was rough on all of us, Sam. Most of all you.” The accusatory glare from Sam makes Al throw up his hands. “What?! You never asked!” The hologram’s eye is caught by something further down the street, and he points. “Hey, look, a bar! Why don’t you go in, siddown, relax while Ziggy and me try to work out what you’re here to do. There’re worse ways to kill time.”

He can’t argue with that; he’s pretty convinced this is a dream, anyways. He’s himself, somehow, he’s back in Boston... why not?

Sam goes down the stairs, opening the door into what looks like a cozy enough place to spend a couple hours. Every inch of it is covered in either photos, random odds and ends, or bare brick walls, and he’s about to take a seat at the bar when he catches sight of a face he never thought he’d see again.

“Diane?” he ventures, barely breathing. “I... you probably don’t remember me, but...” He swallows, a little thick, resisting the urge to pull @aspirinqs into a bone-crushing hug right then. He huffs a laugh, smiling sweetly at her, eyes full of warmth.

“I-I’m Sam Beckett.” He knows if she’s recognized him too, he doesn’t need to say it, but it’s been so long since he could. “It’s, uh... it’s really great to see you again, Diane.” // starter call!

#ic.#aspirinqs #al calavicci [guest muse.]#verse one.#sam & diane tbt.#i don't think i can make it without you [sam & al.]#like me and you [al & sam.]#long post #long post tw #[ooc] i am so sorry for this absolute *novel*#[ooc] i just loved our ideas so much i had to run with them!!!#[ooc] sam and al just didn't want to shut up apparently but most of this is scene setting #[ooc] you *absolutely* don't have to match length but it feels so fantastic to be writing with you again!!!#[ooc] local six foot tall nerd is most likely about to start crying he missed her so much!!!#[ooc] i am obsessed with their friendship already... two total sweethearts...

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normaltothemax · 10 months

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@wirwolff from here

He didn't want to do this in front of someone else. Didn't want to show this...this vulnerability. Weakness. He loved Steven and Jake, really, he did, but he'd never switched in front of anyone that wasn't Layla, and even then, never because he'd been triggered. Bristling with Jack so close, watching him, he almost said something biting. Almost. The other man moved away before he got the chance. Good. It was bad enough that Jack was here, in the first place (Marc would have left if he could, holed himself away to do this in private, but he could scarcely move, all of his energy being put into breathing and trying to stay present). Marc really didn't need him hovering, as well.

Eventually, he drifted back, let go of the control he held so dear because he couldn't... He just couldn't anymore. As he sank back into their headspace (where it was safe), Steven stepped forward to take his place. For a long few moments, he didn't move, just blinked slowly at the floor as he adjusted. When he did finally lift his head, he looked around, brow furrowed, to try to figure out where he was and what exactly was going on. What'd sent Marc into such a spiral. The tension his body held eased a bit when he spotted a somewhat familiar face.

He didn't know the other man very well, but Jake trusted him. Considering Jake rarely trusted anyone—and that he'd trusted him enough to tell him about their disorder—that said a lot about Jack's character. That was good enough for Steven. There didn't seem to be anyone else nearby, at the moment, so Steven didn't bother trying to mask, when he spoke.

"Hello, Jack."

Yes, it was...uncomfortable, embarrassing, knowing Jack had seen them in such a state, and perhaps impersonating Marc would have allowed him to pretend the switch hadn't happened at all, but something had upset Marc. Steven wanted to know what.

#wirwolff #✦ ic: marc spector #✦ ic: steven grant #✦ verse: midnight mission (marc spector)#✦ verse: midnight mission (steven grant)#tw: dissociation #oh i don't mind at all! you're welcome to respond to any open i post!#sorry this got a little long #you definitely do not have to match length #especially since it's a lot of marc/steven just sitting there basically totally still

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the-writer-arrived · 10 months

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Wait, you're engaged?!

Synopsis: you two are engaged, congrats!! how does he share the news with others?

Characters: alhaitham; diluc ragnvindr.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, fluff, crack, this is actually more crack than fluff oh well, diluc and kaeya are brothers.

A/N: this is the third draft I wrote in two hours. IS THIS WHAT'S LIKE TO HAVE MOTIVATION????

It all started with a simple question about your well-being coming from Kaveh.

"So, how have they been lately?" was what the architect had asked, while shaking the elemental dice in his hand. He was playing a TCG match against Cyno, not an uncommon occurrence when the 4ggravate group of friends get together at Lambad's Tavern.

"Oh, my fiancée is doing just fine, I guess they're in a bit more energetic mood than usual." was what Alhaitham had answered, nonchalant as if he was talking about the weather and hadn't just dropped a huge bomb just like that.

The cheeky bastard is actually hiding his smirk with his wine cup, totally satisfied with himself at the shocked looks everyone has now.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!"

"Kaveh, please don't yell, you're making my ears hurt!"

"A-Ah! Sorry, Tighnari..."

"It seems like you didn't get a single dice of the elements you needed, your luck is truly something to be researched about."

"Wha-?! You...! Ah, no, wait, who cares about that?!"

I'm telling you, the guy is doing all he can to surpress the grin threatening to appear on his face.

No one was expecting to hear that, heck they didn't even know Alhaitham had bought a ring in the first place????

Dude how come you don't share these life changing plans with your homies?!

He shares the tale of how he had proposed to you... And let's just say Kaveh's romantic side was not happy about how it happened.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PROPOSED WHILE YOU TWO WERE LOUNGING IN THE LIVING ROOM???"

"Kaveh, too loud!"

"S-Sorry!"

Much to Kaveh's dismay, Alhaitham didn't make any extravagant gesture or big preparations.

It was just you and him, in the comfort of your home and it just felt right to pop the question at that moment.

What no one, not even you, knew is that the confident, smart and aloof scribe had not actually planned to propose to you like that at all.

Ever since he had bought the ring months ago, Alhaitham had devised so many different ways on how to do it, always thinking about which scenario would make you the happiest.

But when he had you laid down on his lap, spounting your usual nonsense just to try to get a reaction out of him because you were bored, it simply felt... right to do it right then and there.

Make no mistake, he may not have shown, but his hand was shaking when he pulled the small box out of his pocket, he had to thank Lesser Lord Kusanali for allowing his voice to not come out shaky.

Alhaitham's cockiness aside, Cyno, Tighnari and Kaveh are all genuinely very happy at the unexpected, but positive news.

"Let's order some bread, then."

"Bread? Why do you want bread all of a sudden?"

"So we can offer a toast to the future spouses... Get it? Toast? As in-"

"Yes Cyno, we get it!"

Ahhh Diluc, my sweet Batman of Mondstadt... He had always thought that the best course of action was to keep everyone at arm's length, not only for his sake, but for other people as well.

Now, as he gazes at the beautiful ring on your finger, he can only laugh at how naive he was for thinking he would be able to do that during his whole life.

On the next day after he had proposed to you, every customer in Angel's Share can see Master Diluc acting rather... odd.

He seems... I don't know, lighter? His expression doesn't look so serious anymore... Wait, is he... smiling?!

Needless to say, everyone at the tavern is dying to know what happened to the tycoon of the wine industry, but no one dares to ask him directly...

...no one but a certain cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonious, that is.

"My, someone is in a good mood today. Did something nice happened lately, Master Diluc?"

"Here's your Death After Noon, Kaeya."

"...Okay, something must have happened for you to prepare my drink before I even ordered it."

After much poking and prying from Kaeya, Diluc finally relents, just so the pestering would stop.

It's a lie, he is actually feeling ecstatic to be able to share the news with someone.

Everyone and their grandma knew about your relationship with Diluc of course, it's a bit hard not to when you are dating the uncrowned king of Mondstadt himself, despite you two not making a public announcement of being together.

So, before he could even tell Kaeya that he had proposed to you, the captain already suspected that that was the reason for his brother's sudden change of behavior.

Even so, that doesn't stop a genuine smile to appear on Kaeya's face as he congratulates Diluc.

"It's about time! I was starting to wonder how many more years you were going to make me wait, before I had the chance be your best man in your wedding."

"Who said you're going to be my best man?"

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've forgotten our promise to be each other's best man when we were younger?"

"...I'm surprised you still remember that.

What Diluc wasn't aware at that moment was that a certain bard had eavesdropped "accidentaly" listened to his private conversation with the cavalry captain.

It was such great news, the bard couldn't help but let it escape during the drunk conversations he had with other patrons that night.

How could he imagine that those patrons would tell their friends, who would tell their friends and so on? Of course the kind-hearted bard wouldn't do that on purpose!

It's not his fault that all the citizens of Mondstadt now know about Diluc's engagement with you!

Sorry Donna.

"Come now, Master Diluc! Good news are meant to be shared with others! Who knows? Maybe even the Anemo Archon caught wind of them, ehe!"

"...I won't sell you any wine for a month now."

"W-What?! Please, don't be so cruel, Master Diluc!"

thanks for reading <3 likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3

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pink alhaitham and diluc banners (fluff) made by @/the-writer-arrived aka yours truly <3

#blue.writes: genshin impact #blue.writes: fluff #blue.writes: alhaitham #blue.writes: diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin alhaitham #genshin diluc #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader

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catominor · 2 months

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you are a roman senator, and one of your fellow senators just called you effeminate! what to do?

well, first you have to find out: how effeminate are you, really? take this test to find out!

do you:

like to wear the colors yellow, bright green, light blue, purple, or lavender: +1 for each

like to wear long sleeves: +1

enjoy the company of women: +1

like to wear perfume: +1

curl or style your hair: +1

shave any area of your body (other than your face and/or head) +1

move carefully in order to not mess up your outfit/hair/makeup: +1

wear a loose belt, or no belt: +1

like to wear loose fitting clothing: +1

have a lot of casual sex: +1

ever bottom in sexual encounters: +5

love your wife and are open about it: +1

like to wear translucent fabrics, or silk: +1 for each

wear your tunic longer than knee length: +1

wear more than one or two rings: +1

wear other jewelry (earrings, necklaces etc): +1

wear makeup: +1

have a complex and flamboyant oratorial style: +1

have long hair: +1

like to wear slippers: +1

enjoy living luxuriously: +1

have little impulse control: +1

once you have your total number, match it to these results!

0-4: you are a proper, virtuous roman man. only your political enemies would call you effeminate, and they do that to everyone. even if you scored a couple of points, most people understand that nobody is perfect.

5-10: you're getting into some dangerous territory here... you'd better watch out or your fellow senators will ridicule you for your womanish ways.

11-20: you are effeminate. all the other senators are definitely making fun of you. they're glancing at you, whispering in each others' ears and giggling as you walk in there with your little perfumed hairdo, or your fancy little outfit, or whatever got you a score this high.

21-25: “For one who daily perfumes himself and dresses before a mirror, whose eyebrows are trimmed, who walks abroad with beard plucked out and thighs made smooth, who at banquets, though a young man, has reclined in a long-sleeved tunic on the inner side of the couch with a lover, who is fond not only of wine but of men—does anyone doubt that he does what cinaedi commonly do?" *

26-31: you may as well just embrace it at this point. no one can dampen your effeminate swag if you just don't care what they think! you can even feel proud that you got the high score.

if you want to read more, this is a pretty good article that covers a lot of this stuff: https://www.jstor.org/stable/24616489

*(Gellius, Noctes Atticae 6.12.5, tr. J.C. Rolfe)

#i did it. finally a roman am i gay test #also if i missed anything significant comment on this and ill add it....

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missingexaltation · 1 year

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A few years after Vecna, Steve gets invited back to the high school to play in a charity basketball match with (and against) other Hawkins basketball alumni. It's for charity, and he misses the rush of playing (and he kinda wants to see if he's still any good), so he agrees.

He asks Eddie if he'll be there, but although Eddie's somewhat enthusiastic to Steve's face, he whines about it for days to Wayne. He fucking hates sports, why did he have to fall for a fucking jock, of all things. UUUGH! Wayne puts up with it for a while before realising that Eddie's not going to talk himself around, and gives him a blunt, verbal kick in the ass.

"You think your boy enjoys watching your dungeon and dragons shtick, son?" He asks, sipping at his beer.

Eddie's offended, immediately.

"He's never missed a session, course he loves it." he says. "And i know he pays attention because we talk about it afterwards and he's always..."

"And how's that make you feel?" Wayne interrupts.

"Fucking amazing." Eddie grumbles, knowing what's coming, and hating it.

"...and how do you talk about his hobbies?"

Eddie sighs and covers his face. Wayne carries on, knowing he's made his point but hammering it home nonetheless.

"Your boy loves his sports, he's always here just in time to watch the games with me nowadays. And don't think I haven't noticed how bored you are when it's on. I reckon he's noticed too."

Eddie's silent, starting at the ceiling with a dramatic, melancholy pout.

"Ah shit." He sighs. "I'm a bad boyfriend, aren't I?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. But learn from it if you want to be better." Wayne shrugs. "He makes you happy by indulging in your hobbies, maybe you should think about doing the same. Guarantee it'll put a smile on your boy's face, if nothing else."

So next time Steve brings it up, (tentatively, like he knows Eddie will complain) Eddie is much more genuinely enthusiastic. Steve's surprised for a split second (and doesn't that hurt), before he's beaming and looking absolutely delighted. And shit, yeah ok. It does make Eddie feel good to see Steve happy. Course it does.

The game rolls around, and hell yeah, it's boring to watch. Eddie's been reading up on the rules, so he's not entirely confused, but it just seems so pointless. Steve's good though. From what he's seen (and he's totally not biased, thanks) Steve's running rings around the other team, and Eddie's so fucking proud! It helps that Steve's in those shorts, showing off damn near the full length of his legs.

More importantly, he looks so fucking happy while he's playing. He keeps shooting Eddie these big, beaming smiles when they've scored a hoop, or point, or whatever they're called, and Eddie finds himself melting where he sits, face aching from smiling so much in return.

By the end of the game Eddie's fully invested. Sure, he barely understands what's going on, but even he knows enough that getting the ball in the hoop is a good thing, and Steve does it loads. Their team wins, and there's a huge group hug, pats on the back and other sporty, manly things before they all part ways and start making their way out to the parking lot.

Eddie stays put. He knows Steve will come right to him, and he does. They walk back to Steve's car together, and Steve's on some sort of winner's high; all smiles and cocky strutting. It's kinda hot. Screw that, it's totally hot, and suddenly Eddie's glad that Wayne's working tonight and they've got the place to themselves.

"Surprised you lasted the whole game, Eds." Steve says, teasingly, before he just downs a water bottle. "Thought you'd have died of boredom halfway though."

"Pssh." Eddie waves him off, trying not to feel embarrassed. "You know, Stevie, you're pretty amazing at that." He waves his hand vaguely back towards the court. "That shot you made from almost the centre? Chills, baby, full on chills."

Steve doesn't even bother checking to see if anyone's watching. He slams Eddie against the side of his car and kisses him, cradling Eddie's face with his hands, as though he'd die if he didn't have full body contact.

And Eddie knows the feeling. Like when Steve had recounted a particularly awesome moment from his campaign, and all Eddie had wanted to do was drag him right to the bedroom.

Steve pulls away.

"Get in." He said, opening the car door for Eddie like the gentleman he is.

And fuck, if this is the reaction he gets for paying attention, then he's definitely doing it more. If he's honest with himself, he should have been doing it from day one, but yeah sometimes he's a bit dense and needs a push in the right direction.

So basketball's boring as shit usually, but when Steve's playing? Hell yeah. He'll even put up with listening about it (and even football), if it puts that smile on Stevie's face. That's the price for dating a jock, he guesses, but it's miniscule, and it's fucking worth it.

#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #Eddie making the effort to learn Steve's hobbies is so important to me #There's tons of the other way around...but Steve deserves to be able to talk about and enjoy his own stuff too #although Eddie has his pride...his boyfriend's happiness is WAY more important #(He still grizzles when Steve and Wayne watch 'the game' together though...he's a little shit...but it's more teasing than complaining)#Wayne hates D&D but he'll take that to his grave. He and Steve have talked about it...it's Eddie's enthusiasm that keeps them interested #Steve enjoys it...but mainly the atmosphere that comes from the party all enjoying themselves...he'll never play it himself #just like Eddie will never play basketball...but he enjoys watching Steve play

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dunne-ias · 1 month

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The Barkley Marathons just had its first female finisher ever.

If you do not know what the Barkley Marathons is, then it is time you learn, because it is not just an ultra running race, it is INSANE.

But I'm so happy. They said it was getting less and less likely any woman would ever finish it (it gets harder each year), but now Jasmin Paris has done it.

Here are some things that make the Barkley Marathons unique:

The length is unknown. It's at least 100 miles, but who knows? Not even the participants, because they're not allowed GPS-trackers. There are five loops in total.

They're allowed map and compass. That's it. No GPS watches.

On every loop, they have to find about a dozen books, tear out a page that matches their bib number and bring them all back, or they don't get to continue onto the next loop.

There are only 40 people participating every year.

How to apply? I don't know. Most people don't. It's a secret to everybody actually.

The race fee is super low, but you have to bring a license plate and give to the race director as part of your registration

They don't get to know exactly when the race starts. The race director will blow a conch during a 12h window and then it's an hour until the start. Instead of a starting gun, he'll light his cigarette, and then the race is off.

The max amount of time is 60h, which doesn't give you time to complete the five loops and also catch some sleep in between loops.

It's been going for almost 40 years, and up until the 2024 edition, ONLY 17 people had finished EVER. That's how hard it is. Most years, no one finishes at all.

This year, there were five finishers, and like I said, for the first time, a woman finished. It's really impressive.

#Barkley marathons #jasmin paris #nonsims #running

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brewed-pangolin · 12 days

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Totally not me nursing a sunburn (my fault) and a hangover (also my fault).

MDNI 18+

cw: alcohol use, mentions of over consumption, hangover

You laid yourself down across the end of the bed. Completely bare and at his disposal. A muffled groan escaped his throat as you heard the sloppy wet sounds of the lubricant fall from the container into the palm of his hand.

Bracing for the inevitable, you fisted into the sheets, clenching your eyes and waited for the sudden cold contact.

"Oh shit," you gasped, following a sharp inhale through your teeth.

The cold fluid sending a shiver rolling up and down your spine as his hand gently spread it evenly along your back.

"How many times I got'a tell ya, bonnie," Soap said softly. A subtle tone of reprimand rolling off his tongue.

"Ya gotta wear suncreen."

"I did."

"Donnae give me tha' shite. Yer burnt to a crisp, hen."

"I forgot to reapply."

Soap huffed mockingly in response to your plaintful excuse. Adding another dollop of refrigerated aloe to his hand, gliding it along your lower back and further onto your reddened thighs.

"Ya mean yer were too wrecked ta remember."

"Yes," you retorted with a heavy sigh. Rolling your eyes as he continued jokingly chastising you.

"Tha's what ya get fer havin fun without me, lass."

"Shut up, Johnny. Not like you didn't spend six hours at the range with your ghost boyfriend."

"Haud yer weesht, smartass."

You smiled softly against the mattress. The cooling effects of the aloe soothing the burn along your skin as he ran his hands down along the length of hour calves.

"Bett'r?"

Nodding in response, your smile widened as the bed shifted to the addition of his weight. Feeling his arms brace on either side of your frame, placing a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder, the gentle sensation tugging a quiet moan from the depths of your throat.

Soap adjusted once more, moving to lay beside you on his side. Gazing upon with an affectionate stare, running his fingers along the length of your hair.

"An' how's my wee bonnie's head? Still mad wae it?"

"I don't even know what that means?"

"Are ya still hungover, bonnie?"

His smile stretched across the lower contours of his face. Etched within the lengthy stubble, drapped beneath the bright cerulean jewels within the recesses of his eyes.

"Yeah," you managed quietly on a soft murmur. "I think I could go for one of your herbal teas right about now."

"Aye. I think I ken jus' the one ya need."

You were braced up against the headboard, surrounded by a mountain of pillows in one of his overstretched t-shirts when Soap returned with a tray with two cups of steaming tea. The herbal fragrance filling your sinuses, pulling another smile to your lips as he handed you your porcelain cup with a matching knitted sleeve.

"Hmmm..definitely smelling the ginger," you muttered. Bringing the rim up to your lips, taking a modest sip.

"Aye. An' turmeric. It'll help with tha' poor head a'yers."

You scoffed at him once more, rolling your eyes and curling your lips around the steeping rim.

You caught a familiar scent wafting over your cup, but were unaware of tasting it aromatic effects.

"Are you drinking peppermint tea, Johnny?" You questioned with a curios stare and a raised brow.

"Aye. Become quite fond a'it."

"Oh, I'm definitely talking Simon about this."

"Away n bile yer heid."

A calming silence slowly began to hang heavy around the room. Content with the soothing aloe on your skin and the relieving effects of the herbal brew flowing through your veins.

You turned to give him a loving smile, yet were met with a glare you were all too familiar with in similar bed ridden circumstances.

"Johnny, no. I'm in pain. I can't-"

"Ya donnae have to do nothin, bonnie." He interrupted, deep brogue echoing into his cup as he washed down the remainder of his tea.

All of a sudden, as he began to move down the bed to place himself between your thighs, the implications of the peppermint began to take effect in the back of your mind.

"Oh, you sly little bastard."

"Aye. An' this sly little bastard deserves a reward fer takin care a'yer burnt ass."

Soap let out a throaty growl as his mouth descended onto the cusp of your mound. Encapsulating over the silken flesh with a heavy exhale that had you rolling your eyes back as he tugged you down into the bed.

"Oh my God," you gasped breathlessly on a trembling whsiper. Feeling your body sink further into the bed as he smiled against the flesh of your womanhood.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Jus' relax fer me. Let me take care a'ya."

The warm sensation of his tongue gliding between your folds combining with the cooling effects of menthol, had your mind spinning as a jolt of pleasure ran up and down the length of your spine. Drawing another muffled moan from your throat as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and proceeded to feast on your peppermint infused core.

Drabbles Masterlist

I have no idea if peppermint tea will have this effect, but it sounded good, so I went with it. Menthol infused cunnilingus for the win.

#super soap sunday #soap squad™️#tea master soap #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x f!reader #johnny mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x f!reader #soap smut #cod smut #cod fanfic #call of duty #cod

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ghostlythunderbird · 1 year

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The Pack ~ First Impressions

Pairings: Alpha!Konig, Alpha!Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alpha!Keegan P. Russ X Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI, Omegaverse, Mentions of Human Trafficking and Domestic Violence, Extremist views, The UN exists here

Words: 2,784 (wow I wrote all that?!?!)

Author’s Notes: Please do not repost, edit, or translate my work. This blog and all content will be marked 18+ even if there is no NSFW content, if you are underage or have no age I don't want to deal with you. This is my first ever series so it will be updated whenever I can, due to my difficult work schedule. But please sit back and enjoy this series! Special thanks to @l-lend, @kelpiesummer, and @photogirl894 for all the help!

“Breaking News: Omega populations continue to fall.”

With recent all-time highs of Omega trafficking and high numbers of Domestic Abuse against Omegas worldwide, Omega birth rates are dwindling by the thousands in the last few years. While Omega numbers fall, other secondary gender numbers have begun to rise, with Beta birthrates rising to a staggering 84% over the last 5 years. Are omegas in danger of dying out?~

“The fall of the Omega second gender; A modern extinction?”

Over the last decade, the number of omegas of age has drastically fallen. Omegas were once considered roughly 20% of the world population and contributed to approximately 70% of birthrates worldwide; their current population barely comes to 7% across the globe, and their birthrates are almost non-existent. Could this result from unregulated access to this world bearing second gender? Will the UN seek to restabilize their population, or will omegas be at the mercy of those around them?

What had become of the world before you were born? It was a nearly lawless land, people turning on one another. The fight for breeding rights or access to an omega led Alphas into utter madness, their biology overriding common sense. Your Dam had told you stories of her childhood, how she saw the fall of an entire second gender. How awful the world indeed became, and how it rose from those ashes carrying new hope and protection to those who seek it. She remembered how fearful her Sire and Dam were during those years, but that was before new laws were established. New laws ensured the ability to return Omegas to their higher numbers to provide their protection.

During the years of the Modern Extinction, the UN scrambled to place laws worldwide to protect and nurture omega numbers. However, many early regulations did nothing to buffer the steady decline. It wasn't until an organization was formed: The Global Omega Protection and Population Program (GOPPP) was introduced. The Program had only a few essential purposes, to Pair off omegas to ensure total protection; to free and rehabilitate omegas who were victims of Trafficking and Domestic Violence. And finally, it is a form of Breeding operation to help nurture omega populations to where they were years before. Omegas who had become legal adults would be admitted to the Program to soon be matched with compatible Alphas.

The only downside to this Program was many omegas were often treated as broodmares and were often left emotionally neglected. Reduced to their primary duties of bearing Alpha and Omega children with occasional betas to be their legacy. Omegas were unable to work, much less be able to leave their dens without an Alpha to accompany them. While many Alphas believe it would be better for their mates to be allowed to do certain things without them around, the Program often overlooked their words. Over time, however, newer generations believed these precautions were beyond necessary and soon revised or added new laws to accompany them. Their latest law is; Omegas who are in public must wear protective full-length collars even with their Alphas present.

Those laws were added when you were just a pup and still living simply, unknowing of the world around you. Soon you were forced to acknowledge the dark reality you were born into when you presented; An Omega. Your parents, who were born Betas, cried when your first heat started. They had prayed you would be a Beta or even an Alpha, but it seemed their prayers fell upon deaf ears from the higher power.

Unfortunately, the Program soon discovered your presentation at 16 years old. While you were still too young to be entered into the Program, It didn't stop them from preparing for that day. You remembered those late nights hearing your parents downstairs talking about you, about your soon-to-be future. Your Dam was terrified, talking to your Sire about the stories from other omega parents. For some, they ranged from fairytale endings, but a vast majority were nothing short of horror-made flesh. Omegas were emotionally manipulated and abused by the very alphas they were entrusted to.

As you grew older, your parents decided to wait a few more years for you to enjoy life before you became tied to your future mates. You were incredibly thankful they pushed back against the Program to allow you to enjoy your young adult years. But as your Sire would say, "Whether good or bad, everything must come to an end."

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The room was bare as you and your parents waited for the Omega Protection program representative to enter. You wished you were never born as an Omega; you wouldn't have to go through this Program if you weren't. Facing the fact that you would be removed from your parent's home only to be moved in with alphas you've never met before, and said Alphas were already selected for you. These alphas were being forced on you without knowing how they acted towards you or the other alphas; their past, what they looked like, and their personalities were beyond wrong to you. You were slowly being drowned in uncertainty; so many things could go wrong, hell you didn't even know if your alphas were good.

Your Dam grabbed your hand, sensing the rising anxiety in your scent. "It will be ok dear; these alphas will protect you. There is nothing to fear from this." You knew her words were supposed to feel comforting, but you couldn't help but think bitterly, 'well, it isn't you being fed to the wolves.' Before you could say anything, the door began to creak open, causing your Sire and Dam to straighten to greet the person walking in. You, however, just sunk into the couch, begging for it to open and swallow you whole.

As the door opened fully, it revealed two Betas entering, one male and one female. Their scents were almost non-existent as they stepped further into the room before sitting on the couch across from your family. "Good Morning, Mr. and Ms. (L/N); we're delighted you're here. My name is Matthew, and my partner is Hannah." The male beta spoke as he gestured to the woman beside him. "We will handle your daughter's case and pack introduction today." At the brief mention of you, the Betas locked onto your form. Noticing your rising anxiety, the female beta spoke up to clear the air.

"And you must be (y/n); I'm sure this is very overwhelming for you, but rest assured we have made plenty of healthy matches over the years," Her voice was quiet yet soft as the words fluttered from her lips. You could only briefly smile; she wanted you to trust her and her judgment. But even with that, you couldn't help but dread your matches. The fact you had to blindly trust two strangers who picked your lifelong mates was beyond unnerving.

Hannah leaned back into the couch, making herself comfortable. "now, before we introduce you and your parents to your new pack, we have a few things to discuss before we bring them in, ok?" The tension in the air was heavy as Matthew and Hannah shared a look before continuing. "Well, you know our priority is to pair all omegas with a pack of alphas to ensure their safety and increase omega birthrates. That being said, the pack selected for you is not exactly regular by our standards." That wasn't what you expected; you couldn't decide if you were more worried or curious about this confession.

This pack may be more interesting than you had initially thought. The dark-headed male cleared his throat, continuing, "This pack was already together before their application to our Program; these alphas are also active military with clean records. Two originate from Europe while the other is from the US; along with that, one of these alphas just so happens to be an uh...Apex alpha." Upon hearing this, the air in your lungs evaporated in mere seconds as a chill ran down your spine. This pack had seemed almost too good to be true, but with information, it only made you dread your initial meeting. Apexes were often found to be extremely dangerous, unable to control themselves in high emotional and hormonal situations.

Your Sire drew in a breath. "So what does that mean for our daughter? Why in the hell was she assigned to an Apex?" His growl filled the air. Also, being a beta, your father was not at threatening as an alpha could be, but with a protective Sire, anyone would be cautious with their following decisions. Matthew grew stiff. "With all due respect, sir, we've gone through an extensive background check with this apex. The alphas packed with him are his fellow service members who can fully vouch for him." Your eyes widened, a packed apex with people who know how he works; this pack was unusual and rare. 'Well, from what it sounds like so far, they don't seem like bad people. Maybe this is one of those lucky matches.'

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He couldn't stand; still, the chairs were far too small for him, and standing in the quiet room only made his nerves light up more than they already were. König paused to look at the door; it was closing to an hour since the three alphas were left in the room. The beta Hannah had told them to wait a few minutes, and they'd bring in their omega and her family. His body responded to the thought; after so many years of rejection letter after another, this felt like some sick prank to the Austrian apex. He was so nervous that he couldn't stay still, pacing back and forth and wiping his palms along his jeans.

His companions couldn't help but tease the anxiety-ridden giant. "König, relax, man. If you keep pacing, you might carve out a path in the floor." The dark-headed alpha joked as he shifted in his chair. While König was the most visibly anxious of the trio, Keegan attempted to keep himself calm, even with the bubbling excitement growing in his gut. Keegan's eyes traveled across the room, glancing between furniture and the small window. 'Not much cover, but at least it would be difficult for a potential sniper.'

"At least he's standin' up, be less of a shock to 'er." Ghost's voice echoed through the small room, breaking his zoned-out stare for a split second. The alpha had taken the only viable spot and backed into the furthest corner facing the doorway. Keegan snorted at the other alpha's remark; he knew it was true. König was massive on a human scale, but more so because he was an apex alpha. Before he could respond to the blonde-haired alpha, he heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hall. Leaning up in his chair, Keegan sounded a low chuff to gain the other's attention before nodding towards the door.

Ghost made no move to his form; König, however, rushed to fix his messy hair to appear somewhat presentable. Keegan gave König a reassuring nod right before the door opened, and the heavenly scent of an omega swept through the small space. First, the Program's beta entered but then appeared their soon-to-be omega mate. 'Jesus, she's so.....small compared to us.' You ducked your head as the alphas zeroed in on you once you passed the threshold. Looking towards the blonde and black-haired alphas, you couldn't help but think that this wasn't as bad until you turned to look at, by far, the largest alpha you'd ever seen. His size had taken you aback, and the previous thought of being able to handle this pack was thrown entirely out the window.

Hannah gently rested her hand on your shoulder to regain your attention "(Y/N) meet your pack; first, we have Keegan Russ." Pointing to the smallest alpha, his eyes caught your attention first. They were a beautiful grey-blue that seemed to freeze you in place but also held a hidden sadness underneath them. Even with him being the smallest of the three, he knew he had a certain charm. His stature, eyes, and confident yet arrogant attitude had people flocking to him no matter their presentation. "Next, we have Ghost; that is his preferred name for now." The alpha in the corner made no attempt to move as his eyes raked over you before giving a slight nod. While his face was covered by a black medical mask, it didn't take away from his rugged beauty much; a mop of blonde hair with hooded brown eyes that slightly shined. Turning toward the last alpha, you could feel the tension between the betas and him. "Finally, we have the apex, König." She didn't seem too keen about him being here. A wave of well-maintained anger for what he was seemed to drive her not to acknowledge him; you couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt toward him.

Although he had a large size, he seemed to fold in on himself, attempting to appear smaller to not scare you away. Unfortunately, you couldn't see much of him other than his eyes, a blue that reminded you of the ocean. "well, we will leave you all to get acquainted while we finish the paperwork and have her parents gather her things." With a final look over her shoulder, Hannah closed the door behind her leaving you with your new pack. Looking towards the alphas whose gaze tore into you, you could only give a slight grin "u-uh, hi there!"

Before you knew it, they all moved at once; while it wasn't swift, it still caused you to reel back slightly. You knew you couldn't just leave, so you forced yourself to stay still as Ghost reached towards you to grab your wrist in a firm hold. He brought your wrist close to his nose so he could capture your scent adequately, only releasing a deep chuff before slowly letting your wrist fall back to your side. The large apex released his own chuff before drawing in a breath. "H-Hallo omega, or (Y/N) w-which ever you want us to call you. If you even want us to use your name." His stuttering surprised you; how could this large apex even stutter? There was no reason for his nervousness, or so you thought.

Keegan stepped forward, touching the larger alpha's enormous bicep. "Take it easy, König; I doubt she's gonna bite you, right, Doll?" His joking tone helped ease the remaining tension in the room. 'At least these guys could take and make jokes,' You thought as you gave Keegan a toothy smile. "Only if you want me to, big guy." Giving the apex a wink, sending his gaze to the floor in embarrassment, and driving a laugh out of Ghost and Keegan.

The new-found atmosphere dissipated once a knock sounded on the other side of the door. Matthew and Hannah were soon looking in to check in on the four of you. "Well, everything is in order; I'm sure you are ready to head home. So we will allow Ms.(Y/N) to say her goodbyes to her parents before you all leave." Oh, that's right; you had forgotten you were being moved out of your parent's home and into your shared home with these alphas. Looking back at your parents, you caught sight of your Dam trying to clean up her remaining tears. While your Sire attempted to keep a stone face for you. Lunging towards them, your Dam and Sire tangled you up in their arms, whispering, "It will be ok little love; you'll see us again." "Please text us at least so we know your adjusting, ok?"

It broke your heart to leave them, but you all knew this was in your best interest. Drawing back from them, you reached to wipe away a few stray tears on your cheeks. "I love you guys. I'll try and stay in touch, I promise." Your words catch slightly in your throat. Stepping away from your parents, you looked towards the three alphas who stood off to the side, not wanting to rush your goodbye.

Stepping towards them, you stopped when Keegan and König took their places on either side of you. Ghost had left to pull their vehicle around, and as you started walking towards the main entrance, König offered his hand to you. "Don't worry Schatz, we will all die for you as long as it means you are safe." His words send a wave of heat through your body by his bold declaration. With a final look back toward your parents, you offered them a bright grin as you were guided away.

'Everything will be ok."

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Once again this is my first ever series so I apologize if somethings need work, am still a wee babe in the writing world XD

Translations: Schatz (German) - Treasure

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earthtooz · 11 months

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what do you think of reo with the jealousy + kiss cam prompt except you’re not dating (yet) so everyone is either shocked or happy because god it took you some time to realize your feelings for each other.

not proofread, very quick drabble

okay but let me present to you... reo confessing to you WITH the kiss cam.

he's got the money, the influence, and the will to bend things his way with just a flick of his hand. so with almost no effort, he sets it up.

you're the physotherapist's assistant, having been fortunate enough to land the opportunity of shadowing the manager of one of the top soccer teams in all of japan. an opportunity that came with a lot of advantages; decent pay for someone of your age, a great learning experience, and frequent interactions with a lot of (hot) athletes.

just as any job, however, there are also downsides... such as... developing feelings for one of the said athletes. a certain purple-haired who was way out of your league.

for professional sake, you kept reo at arm's length. to your dismay, he kept trying to lure you in.

whether it be spending unnecessary amounts of time with you, staying back after practice to help you sort through some files, buying you coffee with the excuse that he was 'given another one', or carrying all the equipment- not that soccer even had much equipment, so that you didn't have to.

as sweet as reo is, and as much as you want to delude yourself into thinking that it was because he was interested in you too, there are a lot of issues that could arise when it comes to pursuing a relationship with mikage reo.

therefore, for professional sake, you will continue to keep reo at arm's length. to your dismay, your plan turns south one fateful night.

it's the night of the finals and the matches just finished with a victory to your team, 5-2. the stadium and the team are hyped beyond belief, absolutely buzzing with energy and adrenaline as everyone celebrates, pumping their fists excitedly or collapsing to the ground in total exhaustion.

after presenting the awards, thanking the opposing team, and clearing the stadium out, all excitement eventually dies down as the boys let the victory sink in.

handing out their water bottles one by one as they go, you leave them with a congratulatory pat on the back. bachira bear hugs you with unforgiving tightness, but other than that, all the players thank you with a small smile or fist bump before retreating to the change rooms.

then, it's reo's turn, who is last out of all the team.

your heart thumps in your chest, trying your best to remain cool and composed in front of him.

"congratulations," you grin, holding out his water bottle for him to take. he does, but lingers, finding no hurry in rushing back to the change rooms.

"thanks," he huffs. "couldn't have been possible without you."

you laugh at that. "don't give me credit for something i could never do. it was all you guys, impressive as always."

he beams even bigger at that. "are you joining the team celebration later tonight?"

"what? oh, no, i'm heading home."

"why, are you busy?"

"not particularly, but i didn't want to intrude."

"that's ridiculous. you could never intrude, you've helped all of us so much."

"i'm flattered you think so," you break eye contact, wandering over to where the duffel bags of first aid and other medicine is. reo follows, even though it's just a few steps away. "but i really don't want to overstep, it's the team's win."

he frowns. "then can i ask of you another favour?"

"sure. what is it?"

the purple-haired points up and you instinctively follow the line of direction.

the kisscam. it's centred on you and reo. you feel your heart skip a beat and your breath hitch, clogging up your lungs. you almost drop the first aid kit too.

no way...

looking back at the athlete, he's giving you that boyish smile of his, laced with hope and sudden shyness.

"hey," is all he says. you blink at him.

"wh-what?"

"aren't you supposed to kiss me now?"

"i'm so confused, why is this happening, the game's ended-"

"-can you kiss me or not?"

your heart is hammering, reverberating violently up your spine and into your ears.

"what?"

"can i kiss you?"

"w-wh- do you want to?" you splutter.

"yeah. i do. please?"

throwing all common sense and ethics out of the window, you give in to his pleas rather easily. "oh. okay."

everything that happens next happens in the blink of an eye. you feel his hand on your waist, then your chest pressing against his, and his warm breath fan across your lips before pulling you in for the most gentle, yet adoring, kiss you have ever received in your whole life. there's no bone in your body that tries to resist him, so, you allow yourself to sink right into him, letting go of your inhibitions (and the first aid kit).

reo doesn't let the noise distract him, instead, he throws away his bottle too and wraps both arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. his lips are slightly chapped from all that running around, but you could hardly care less.

after a few moments, you pull away, leaving the both of you with glistening lips and smiles wide enough to hurt your cheeks.

ridiculous. this all seems so ridiculous.

but it's real. you feel reo's breath fanning across your lips with every exhale, you see the strands of hair that stick to his forehead, and you hear the cheers and whoops of his teammates from the side. they look proud, some yelling 'finally!', causing reo to laugh triumphantly, throwing his head back whilst holding you tightly.

you hide your face in reo's neck, seeking protection from your embarrassment in his warmth. he holds you there.

"i've been waiting so long to do that," he says, rubbing circles on your back.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"sorry to have kept you waiting, then."

"it's not a problem, i would gladly wait for you, but..." reo trails off, a mischievous smile appearing along his lips. "i'll accept your apology if you come to the party? with me."

"with you?"

"as my date."

#this ask was sent SO LONG AGO HELP IT'S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS #sorry i'm twisting this slightly #(not apologetic)#reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #reo fluff #mikage reo fluff #*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write #earf's reo rambles

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