#//hhh thanks for sending!!! sorry this took so long!!

[pawnshopsouls]

"For my fellow bony colleagues: may this gift find you well and remind you that, though the universe hides many things, it is no secret that you are all lovely." - Anonymous sender.

It had been a while since Bonely had made it back to his pawnshop. The place was covered in dust but seemed to be in good order. He'd have to scold the boys for not taking care of the shop. After all, if they were old enough to inherit Prize Pickin's Pawnery, they were old enough to take care of it!

Still, he let out a sigh and ran a hand along his shop's hardwood counter and paused when he discovered a gold and red rose, unwilted despite clearly being left there for a time. He tilted his head and picked it up, reading the card that came with it.

"Huh," he murmured, turning the card over in his hand. "Well that's somethin' yeh don't see every day. An Out-worlder leavin' gifts. Heh, ain't that a nice turn fer the day, and most likely a fellow skeley, too!"

Bonely grinned and gave a chuckle before reaching up and putting it in one of the fancier display cases. "There we go. Won't be bothered anytime soon up there," he mused and made his way to the work pantry to get himself some dusting gloves.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

woo heyy you guyyys!!!!

*looks at the last time i've been active*

soo...school amma right??? haha i'm turning into a corpse with how little i sleep :'D

(man and i swear each time i try to even THINK about drawing they bombard the whole damn week with assignments smh >:/)

i really can't feel time pass anymore hhh BUT! i have some news!

i put some reblogs in my queue a while ago (i try to whenever i have some spare time) so worry not! i am not dead and i did see some of the art in my dashboard/i was tagged into so posting those would be my top priority!

second is that i'm gonna start posting the art i had planned before starting tomorrow! i will also post some doodles i did in ms paint/ edited in medibang while i wait to get a new tablet/pen/whatever :'(

i am not even gonna try and make any promises or with my luck i'll end up with another disaster next year</3 but i will try to post whenever i can! it's been some rough months lately and i'm not doing the best, but trust me when i say i ain't leaving any time soon!! y'all are stuck with me >:)c <33333

[bloomingflowersthings]

Roadtrip sniffles

Pairings: sick! Kate Bishop x reader, WandaNat, Yelena is there too

Summary: When you finally get some time to unwind from work and travel with your friends, it seems that a certain archer is not feeling too hot.

Notes: Sorry about the title lol, also, thank you guys for the support! it seems like you really enjoyed my last fic and all i have to say is thank you!! I would like to announce that my requests are open, so if you have any ideas please send them in!! hope you like it! <3

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The last mission exhausted the avengers. The team had to implode a Hydra facility and everyone worked a lot for it. After debriefing at the compound, Cap decided that everyone deserved a week off to recharge their batteries.

Tony and Pepper decided to go on vacation, Thor returned to Asgard, Clint went back to his house and the rest were just chilling around the tower. So you and the girls decided to spend your week off at the beach. It would be fun and a way of bonding with each other.

Wanda, Natasha and Yelena were in one car and you and Kate were in the other, since you both were taking Fanny and Lucky.

“Are you ready Kate?” You asked, while attaching Lucky’s harness to the seatbelt

“Yup, just have to grab my backpack real quick” The archer called out, entering the compound to grab her things

After making sure both puppies were safely secured, Kate was already entering the car, backpack in hands.

“I’m glad we’re doing this, it’s a great opportunity to relax!” You said, starting to drive

Kate nodded, putting her seatbelt on “It’s- Hh gonna be -Hhh fun!” she managed to say between hitching breaths.

Without taking your eyes off the road you asked: “Darling, are you okay?”

“Hh’Tsshh! Hhxngtt'shh! Hh'iTshh!" She stifled a set of sneezes in her elbow.

“Bless you!” you giggled, not thinking much about her outburst, “there’s tissues in the glove compartment if you need them.”

“I’ll be alright” Kate said, while yawning.

“You tired? maybe you can take a nap, it’ll be a long road trip and the dogs are already sleeping”

“Maybe I can take a nap, you should wake me up when you want to switch places”

“Shush, just rest for now” You knew Kate had to be exhausted. She had a rough final’s week since her roommate managed to catch a nasty cold and she had to take care of her while studying. And when she got to the compound the archer was training nonstop, some rest was seriously overdue, even though she would never admit she was tired.

Glancing over at her the first thing you noticed was the dark circles under her eyes poor thing… However, another thing caught your attention towards her features. She looked pale, and her nose was red and chapped. Was she getting sick? Refocusing your thoughts on the road, you decided to brush it off, she just had a rough couple of weeks, that’s all. right?

About an hour later, all of you decided to take a pit stop at a cafeteria. Wanda was carsick, Yelena was hungry and the dogs needed to pee. Turning off the car you looked over to your girlfriend again. She looked so peaceful that you didn’t want to wake her up. Until her nose started twitching…

“Hhep’tSHHIEW!” She ducked her head inside her shirt, sneezing loudly into it, “Hh’uptSHHIEW!”

“Wow Katie! bless you! you alright?” You asked, concern slipping into your features as you rubbed her shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, i’m fine! it must be allergies or something.” she said, while rubbing her eyes.

“Hmm… I’m keeping my eye on you.” You said while narrowing your eyes as she gave you a light playful slap on you arm.

After the both of you took the dogs out, you finally reunited with the rest of the girls.

“Pleaaaase, i’m begging, just take Yelena with you I can’t take one more minute having to be in the same space as her” Natasha said as her sister shoved her lightly

“Sorry Tasha, it’s either Yelena or the dogs” You said chuckling.

“I still prefer the dogs” The redhead said, while shrugging dramatically.

“Haha very funny sestra.” Yelena said while rolling her eyes, a big grin plastered on her face.

“You doing better Wands?” You asked, noticing that the witch wasn’t as pale as before

“A little, just needed some air.” She said, smiling as natasha rubbed her shoulder.

“Kate needed a little air too, right Kates?” You said, bumping her hip.

“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW! whew! excuse me!” Kate said, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment.

“See, the mini archer is allergic to cheesy couples, you are a threat to her health!” Yelena said, gesturing to Wanda and Natasha.

Everyone laughed and blessed Kate and you all headed inside the cafeteria (which thankfully was pet friendly) to grab some snacks.

After everyone finished eating, you all started to get ready to get in the cars again.

“Yelena, i’ll be in control of the music now, your musica taste is good, but a little old.” The widow said, tired of hearing “miss american pie” for more than ten times in a row.

“My music isn’t old! it’s good quality music!”

As the sisters argued, Kate was rubbing her nose, trying to get rid of the annoying tingle in her sinuses.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew! sorry, i’m gonna grab some tissue real quick” The archer said.

As soon as she entered the restroom, Wanda approached you.

“Y/N, i’m sensing some discomfort in her, is she feeling well?” she asked you, concern clear in her features.

“I don’t think so, but she won’t admit it, and I don’t wanna pressure her” You answered, honestly.

“Make sure to take care of her”

“I will”

as Kate returned, Natasha spoke: “So, everyone is ready to go?”

Everybody agreed and you got in the car, in your original positions.

“Wait, you don’t want to switch places?” Kate asked. You had just recently overcome your fear of driving, so she wanted to make sure that you were confortable.

“Thanks baby, I’m good!” You answered, if you said you were relaxed, you would be lying, but she clearly needed the rest.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew! ugh sorry” she said as she reached for the tissues.

“You’re not feeling well, are you?” You said, pure love showing in your words.

“I’m not feeling too hot” The archer admitted.

You reached her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her. “I have to disagree with that, you’re really hot baby, I think you’re running a fever.”

“It wasn’t that bad, I thought I could sleep it off on our way to the beach, I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m always gonna take care of you, now try and sleep a little sweetie.” You said, giving your girlfriend a quick kiss on her temples.

You sent the girls a message to tell them the situation, and gave one more look at Kate, who was already asleep. She looked so peaceful, and beautiful, you couldn’t understand how she could look like a angel even while sick.

A few hours later, all of you finally arrived to the beach, and Kate was still in deep sleep. Feeling her forehead, you noticed that she was significantly warmer than earlier.

You decided to let her sleep for a little longer while you grabbed your things.

“How’s the little Bishop doing?” Yelena asked

“I think her fever spiked, she’s still sleeping in the car.” You answered

With everyone’s help, you quickly got your things inside the house.

“Kate, we’re here, c’mon, let’s get you inside” You said, while helping her out of the car.

She leaned against you, shivering as you got upstairs and sat her on the bed.

“I’m gonna make her some soup” Wanda said. “I’ll help you” Yelena added, and they both went downstairs.

“Y/N, I think she needs a shower in order to break that fever, you should help her out while I’ll go out and buy her some medicine” Natasha said, worried about her friend’s state

As the redhead exited the room, you turned to your girlfriend, who had fallen asleep again.

“Kate? how about we take a shower?” You kindly asked, gently massaging her scalp

“I’m too cold…” the archer answered, her voice was already hoarse and congested, making you wonder if her throat was hurting.

“It’s your fever that’s making you feel funny, but a quick shower might fix that, and i’ll be with you the whole time” you offered.

She nodded in approval and you helped her up, heading towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower, making sure to adjust the water temperature. You helped her out of her clothes.

As soon as she touched the water, her shivering intensified, and you felt guilty. You made sure to wash her body and hair and her chills became almost nonexistent, which meant that her fever probably broke.

“Thank you Y/N, i’m a little better now” Kate said, looking at you lovingly, and you noticed that she wasn’t as flushed as before.

“You welcome kitten, now let’s get you in the couch so you can eat and rest a little.”

As you finished helping her in her clothes and wrapping her up in a blanket, Wanda and Yelena returned with a tray of soup for everyone. It smelled amazing and everyone was hungry. They sat on the enormous sofa along with you and the dogs. You all decided to watch friends while eating.

“Even though I can’t fully taste it, this soup is amazing, thank you girls.” Kate said.

“Don’t mention it” Wanda replied

“I bet my macaroni and cheese is better, but this soup is tasty” Yelena said

“So y’all making a little party without me?” Natasha said, leaning against the doorframe, pharmacy bag in hand.

“Actually, we were just waiting for you to get the party started, come sit with us” You said, tapping the cushion.

Kate took a dose of the medicine and started to feel a little drowsy, she snuggled closer to you, closing her eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me, girls.”

“We are your family, We’ll always take care of you.” you said while kissing her forehead.

She was glad to have a big loving family.

[quackquackcey]

Ch. 14: Hedgehogs, Honey, & Hazelnut-Covered Strawberries

Written for @hdcandyheartsfest day 14 prompt: Valentine's card. 528 words. Many thanks to my beta @wqtson​! 💛

Start from beginning on AO3 here, or click the #fic: HHHS tag.

Summary:

A chance meeting—or is it a setup?—leads to the start of a relationship filled with buttery baked goods, sweet smelling flowers, and hedgehogs.~ 🌹🦔

Draco’s attention span shot itself to bits the whole day.

Valentine’s Day had finally arrived, and he was beside himself with nerves as he kept flipflopping between owling Potter about coming over tonight for dinner—(not for a date, of course, but because Draco’s whole excuse for being swamped was to prepare the shop for today)—or just not owling Potter.

After all, Potter might have Valentine’s Day plans. All he knew was that Potter was going to be out for most of the day babysitting Rose Granger-Weasley, which was the whole reason why he was even entertaining this idea when he would usually be cuddling with Potter in his hedgehog form.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to owl Potter—maybe Potter would stop thinking Draco was avoiding him, even though he was, and they could always reschedule if Potter really did have plans.

The thought of actually writing the letter made him want to sick up, though. Not even the lovely, anonymous Valentine’s gift he received midway through the day could distract him from his churning stomach and frayed nerves. Truthfully, he had no clue who it could be, but whoever it was, Draco appreciated their sincere efforts—they’d sent a bouquet of daisies and purple delphinium, the Pureblood tradition for requesting courtship, along with an unsigned Valentine’s Day card that simply said, “I like you a lot. Will you be my Valentine?”

Draco searched for some clue to the mystery person’s identity, but found nothing, which he thought strange, because why would they send a Pureblood courtship bouquet without letting Draco respond with a bouquet of his own?

That was how Pureblood courtship worked, after all. Draco’s choice of colour in carnations would signify whether he accepted the courtship request or not—yellow for rejection, pink for acceptance, and white for “I like you, too.”

And, of course, red stood for “I love you,” but no one ever sent that back as a courtship response since Pureblood tradition thought it unbecoming to ever seem overly interested, (even if they were overly interested.)

Not that Draco would accept, anyway. It wouldn’t be fair to accept when he was in love with someone else.

If anything, the mystery Valentine’s Day gift just stressed him out more, and thus, it was completely not his fault for procrastinating so hard that he cooked and baked a feast fit for five before finally actually owling Potter at approximately eight p.m.

He changed his clothes and debated whether to keep his long, blond hair up in a loose bun, in a messy side braid, or down to fall on his shoulders for a good half hour, then wondered what the bloody hell he was doing for another half hour, and was in the middle of finally putting away the excess of food he’d prepared when his doorbell rang.

Draco’s hands grew clammy, and they never grew clammy.

He opened the door with a deep breath that unsettled his stomach.

“Sorry I took so long. I had to find someone to take over babysitting Rose.”

Potter flashed that easy grin of his, cheeks rosy and out of breath, and the sight stole Draco’s hard-earned breath away.

[heeracha]

hi!! ( ◠‿◠ ) how r u? you told me to tell you about the book fangirl and i finally finished it today so i decided to send in an ask (im currently too shy tho) and i'll keep it brief hehe so it wouldnt be too long to read

i'd rate it a 3.5/5. perhaps rowell's writing style isn't my type im srry huhu 🙏 i wouldn't reread but i was def invested!! it took me after 10 chapters to become hooked but what i really love were the characters (i am attached) and their relationships towards each other. otherwise, i wasn't a fan of the plot as much. i did once laugh but there are other books that i liked more (i will be rereading my fave one later for the 3rd time 🤍)

i have more to say but perhaps i'll do so once you've read fangirl as well hehe i wouldnt want to spoil. also!! i'm curious on your thoughts about rainbow rowell since you've read her books and i'd like to hear your perspective. anw pls have a nice day ◜◡◝ 〜!

p.s. your jay fic was so good i was inspired to use page markers (kinda scared to annotate but will try soon) for my fave lines HHH

hi honey,, im so sorry for the late reply JHSBHDFVAH

no omg dont say sorry ??? we have our own preferences !! but tbh i did hear some back then when rr books were like coming out (like 2015 ?) they did say fangirl is kinda boring :( funny shit is, i never read fangirl but i did read carry on (the book where simon snow was from also made by rr !!) i remembered i was so fucking hooked with it LMAOOO (but oooh whats the fave book?)

okok !! i might take a while though bcs i still have stuff to read lmaoooo + college is starting to be a bitch again lmaoOOO but omg if u have any book recs send them in <3

OH OHOH JFSBDFJHKSD THANK YOU :( pls omg if it's okay with you, do try to annotate !! it keeps you reading more and will have a deeper connection with the book <3 (or if not, just get those transparent sticky notes + long sticky tabs, serve as a highlight !! <3)

[astranne]

Dropping this now to get rid of the fuzzyness in my chest.

Blind!albedo let's go. I 100% think Albedo would blind himself in an chemistry accident and have to rely on his knowledge of his surroundings. He most definitely tries to figure out to how to get his vision back he ultimately gives up because, after awhile he knew he would have to adjust to this new life.

Or maybe Albedo's eyes slowly degrading, maybe his memories too, maybe hes losing his sight and he cant remember faces anymore, he doesnt remember Jean's scrunched face when Albedo wakes up at his desk, he doesnt remember Kaeya's sympathic eyes when Albedo is pouring his fifth cup of coffee that day, he doesnt remember Lisa's unwavering scary gaze anymore when he returns a book just a few minutes before the deadline. Maybe he's forgetting Klee and he's scared to forget her and hes doing everything he can to get his memories and vision back to he doesnt forget the few family and friends he can.

Maybe he goes out and forgets where he is, Dragonspine does look similar (i get lost so much), maybe he now needs someone to guide him to remind him of what hes doing, maybe he forgets his origins what truly was and made to be. Maybe he slips up on it, forgetting its suppose to be a secret.

Blind!Albedo running his fingers along the wall with a fast pace and everyone moving out the way because he will push you out the way u forgivingly.

Him with a cane? Oh my god he most definitely hits People ankles with it, especially people being disrespectful to any of his friends (Sucrose especially).

ALBEDO WITH A GUIDE DOG? I dont know if theres any big dogs in Mond other than the huskies that are spotted around town (hoyo let me pet them) but a big slobbery mess of a mastiff dog guiding Albedo around is too cute to me. Klee decorating the guide harness with stickers or etching letters into the leather covering the hard plastics for Albedo to run his fingers over to where they get worn but Klee always etches them again.

Before i continue this, pls note that blind is a very wide spectrum 🫶

Albedo with thick glasses hello?? I think him waking up and forgetting he just cant see clearly anymore so he goes to his lab squinting and Sucrose and Timaeus has to literally carry an extra pair around.

Blind!albedo getting his eyes injured in a scuffle or perhaps one of his eyes got punched a bit too hard.

Maybe he was created with faulty eyes, his eyes are not as good as they are suppose to be, eyes on humans are such delicate things afterall and probably the most vulnerable. He doesnt tell anyone why he bumps into things or why he squints or why he hates changing him room around because he can't remember where everything is.

-🪶

you came here and delivered this absolutely beauty of a masterpiece, i can’t-

ngl i was prepared for another xiao brainrot but this… is even better holy shit, thank you so much for sending this in (and i'm very sorry this took me so long again hhh-)

BLIND!ALBEDO YES PLEASE?? okay so he's blind now, but you bet he will use his geo vision to 'see'. he pretends not to, so he can fool some people (aka assholes and unsuspecting strangers seeing a blind man and be like 'i'm so sorry this happened to you, do you need help' and albedo proceeds to beat them up without breaking a sweat)

he still has a cane and guide dog tho. the cane is kinda a fashion statement, gifted to him by lisa and he really likes hitting peoples ankles and shins with it.

the guide dog is definitely a bernhardiner dog. a big slobbery mess and a mountain dog, a perfect companion for him. said dog will be the most spoiled dog in whole mondstadt, if not teyvat. he also always eats the fish klee brings back from fish blasting, even tho most times the fish is... a bit more than burnt. klee is his favourite person, besides albedo. dunno what his name would be... but we can worry about that later.

also, the different ideas about how albedo became blind or is blind? is so brilliant so i'm adding a few things and kinda sorting it in groups

chemistry accident. and while he knows the biology of humans very well, he doesn't have the knowledge to fix himself. after all, he isn't quite human and his master never taught him how to fix his eyes. either he's 100% blind on both eyes or only on one eye (and wearing an eye patch like kaeya xD)

slowly losing his sight. this is such an awesome, but also sad idea. just him slowly but surely losing his sight and also his memories of the people around him. oh he knows that jean is blond and has a beautiful smile, but he just can't remember how it looked like. He knows klee is small and cute, his favorite person of all, but he can't remember how her face looks like when she laughs. he can't remember kaeya's grin and lisa's chuckle, every time something amusing happens.

eye injury. his sight is pretty weak after a fight against the fatui, it doesn't get worse, but it also doesn't get better. he can't read now without glasses and detailed examination of his experiments is a bit more difficult now, since before the accident, his eyes were top notch, super sharp and generally making his life easier when he experiments.

'born' blindness. he isn't exactly blind, one eye sees better than the other, but he still needs glasses to read. his general coordination and awareness of space around him is a bit fucked up, since his creator did create working eyes, but something just... went wrong. maybe his brain can't work well with the pictures and information produced with his eyes, maybe there's something wrong with his eyes. he doesn't dare to change anything, in fear of damaging his eyes even more, this is why he has thick glasses.

in general, blind!albedo would be probably using his geo vision even more, and probably be one of the few mortals, who unlocked all potential of his vision. he can see with his vision, and paired with the elemental sight, he's still an foe you wouldn't want to cross.

(kinda reminds me of toph, from avatar, and ngl albedo figuring out something similar as earthbending would be freaking awesome. after all, fighting with a sword while being blind is a bit difficult, isn't it?)

[luvlyrv]

No More Secrets | Joy x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

Request: Can I please request where the reader is a single parent who is also dating sooyoung. Sooyoung doesn’t know that the reader has a kid, since reader has been hiding them because she felt like sooyoung would shame her or wouldn’t want to date her anymore. Sooyoung accidentally see’s the readers kid and instead of being angry, she just wants to be part of the family. Thank youu!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: First request I've ever done! Thank you for sending this in, I hope it's what you wanted. Also hhh you'll probably notice but I decided to keep the child vague? Maybe you have a dream baby that you wanna parent idk, so I don't have a name or gender for them, hope you don't mind.

Date: 1/23/21

Over the past few years you've thrown yourself into your work. It was hard trying to provide for the needs of both you and your child at the same time, both in the physical and emotional sense. Whether or not you would be able to pay the bills was always a worry, and as you continued increasing your time at work you began to fret about if you were there for your kid at the same time.

The biggest struggle overall was toiling through those worries by yourself. As much as you tried to distract and provide for your family by working more and more overtime shifts, you couldn't ignore the growing emptiness in your heart and bed any further. Sure, you could reach out to friends and family to ask for help and be your support group, but they could never be what you desired right now. Right now you wished that someone was there holding you. That someone told you things would be okay and could love you in a romantic sense. Someone to completely swipe you off your feet and make your worries melt away.

Unfortunately it's been proven to you over and over again that it's hard to find a date. Very few people were your type, and from those people you weren't their type for the most part. Even if you matched you found yourself so busy working and taking care of your child that you were on a tight schedule, and your matches just never seemed to want to work with someone inflexible.

One day though, it felt like an absolute miracle when you got a match. A woman named Park Sooyoung had appeared on your feed. You read through her short biography, learning how she loves to sing and is an aspiring model and dog mom. Staring at her pictures you felt like she was out of your league. You couldn't tell what was worse, swiping no and missing out on a possible opportunity or swiping yes when you knew she was 100% out of your league and would likely reject you instantly.

It was a welcome surprise when you finally swiped yes, only to see a match screen pop up instantly on your phone. Soon after that the both of you began talking to each other. Your thumbs nervously tapping away at your phone as the both of you said your hellos and started giving more detailed introductions. The tightness in your chest eased up as every text sent by Sooyoung was charming you, all of them being disarming and funny to you.

Within the next couple of days you felt like you were glued to your phone. Without meaning to your hands would find its way cross the table or to your pocket just to pull out your phone and look for notifications from Sooyoung. Luckily for you it always felt like her name was on your screen with her patiently waiting for a text back.

Soon enough she asked for a coffee date. You obliged to her offer but told her your schedule, already profusely apologizing as you expected it to be difficult for her to work with. Sooyoung just said not to worry about it and set out a date that would be convenient for the both of you.

Every day after that was spent living in anticipation. You wondered about the sound of her voice and if things would be as easy and comfortable in real life as it was over text. As you dropped off your child at your friend's place to be watched over the evening your heart swelled even more. You really were going to meet Sooyoung.

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You enter the coffee shop nervously, your eyes scanning the entire shop trying to look for a familiar face. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall figure gracefully sitting in a booth. Focusing on her face, she looked exactly like the woman you matched with. A smile fell on your face as you thanked the heavens that at least you weren't catfished. You make your way over to her booth and speak out.

"Hey, Sooyoung?" The woman looks up and smiles instantly looking at you.

"Hey! Really good to meet you, Y/N."

"Sorry, did I keep you waiting? How about I treat you coffee?" Sooyoung just shook her head at your offer.

"No no, I'll do the treating this time. Maybe on our next date?" She suggested casually. The smile on your face grew a little bit wider at the idea of a second date. The two of you go up to the counter and make your orders. When they were complete you both went back to your booth and sat down to talk.

The two of you casually talked while sipping away at your drinks. You were really happy, because you couldn't remember the last time your heart fluttered this much. You were thankful that spending time with your date felt so natural and comfortable. Hopefully Sooyoung would be thinking the same thing too.

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It wasn't supposed to go like this. You were hoping that maybe by the second or third date you could bring up the fact that you're a mother. Every single date though you'd push back that conversation more. The two of you would be having so much fun together you didn't want to turn the atmosphere serious so suddenly. Either that or your anxieties and fears made their way back into your heart.

Yet here you were, already on your fifth date with Sooyoung's presence in your life becoming more and more familiar. The guilt of not telling her was silently eating away at you. Despite that, your fears still held your tongue.

After all, meeting someone like Sooyoung felt like a one in a million chance for you. If she broke it off with you now, you'd feel devastated from the loss. Not only that, but as much as you liked Sooyoung you weren't sure if your child was reader for an unfamiliar adult figure to enter their life. What if Sooyoung was secretly dangerous? You could be putting your child in harms way.

So as much as it hurt you to feel like you were breaking Sooyoung's trust, you had to protect your family first. For now, you'll just continue trying to gauge how good Sooyoung is with children and hope she isn't offended by how long it's taking you to tell her such pertinent information. You sigh while looking at the food sitting in front of you.

"Are you not hungry after all?" Sooyoung asks. You look up with a bit of a surprised face, just being snapped out of your train of thought.

"Oh sorry, I was just thinking." You smile a bit, trying to ease any of Sooyoung's possible worries. You start to take some small bites of your dinner. Sooyoung just quirks her eyebrows a bit at the sight. She wondered what could possibly be thinking about. Things were awkward for a little bit after that, but the rest of dinner went smoothly. The small amount of tension dissipated and the two of you were able to converse and share laughs as the night went on.

When dinner was finished Sooyoung offered to take you home. Although you were a bit worried at first, you decided to take her offer. You enjoyed the car ride as you watched the dark night sky pass by while continuing to chat idly with Sooyoung. She drops you off without a hitch as you thank her.

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It's now been a couple months since you've first met Sooyoung, and you're life has been better ever since. Although trying to manage the many different parts of your life all at once and by yourself was hard, you knew that Sooyoung would always be there to listen to your worries. Or at least the worries you could talk about without talking about your family.

You were sitting on the couch with your child on your lap, snuggling into you. You couldn't help but to be filled with warmth as you saw how happy and excited they looked while watching the movie on TV. For the past couple of weeks they were begging to watch the movie with you, so finally you had set the time to have a movie night with them. On the table were snacks scattered across it as well as your phone. You noticed your phone light up from a notification. You leaned over just a little bit to reach it and check.

i missed you! i have some takeout and im coming over~

It was a text from Sooyoung. You stared at your phone in shock. Your mind was torn. On one hand you loved the spontaneity of it all and the seemingly romantic gesture. On another hand you hated the spontaneity of it all and worried about Sooyoung finally entering your house only to see that you've been taking care of a kid the entire time. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise though.

You decided to suck it up and meet your fate tonight. You'd welcome Sooyoung to your home and see how things go from there.

alright, see you soon!

You let out the breath you were holding in as you squeeze your eyes in frustration. Your child looked up at you with a worrying look.

"Is something wrong, mommy?" They ask innocently. You shake your head and try to give a reassuring smile. You squeeze their arm a bit.

"Nothing is wrong, someone is going to come over later though so don't be scared from the doorbell." You answer. Your child just nods their head and looks back at the TV, eating some of the popcorn you had made earlier.

Around twenty minutes pass before you finally hear the ringing of your door bell. You gently pick your child off of your lap and onto the couch as you get up to answer. You took in a few deep breathes to try and ready yourself. While reaching out to unlock and turn the doorknob, you realize your hand was shaking despite your efforts.

You open the door and try to give Sooyoung a smile, but you reckon that your worry was obvious as her face quickly had a concerned look.

"Hey Y/N!" Sooyoung says with a smile, with it fading a little as her eyebrows became upturned. "Uhm, are you not happy to see me…?" You become apologetic as you frantically responded.

"Of course I'm happy to see you! It's just that… uhm." You open the door a bit further for Sooyoung and allow her to enter the house. You look at your kid sitting on the couch now staring at Sooyoung rather than watching the movie.

"K/N, this is Sooyoung! A friend of mommy's." You bite your lip after introducing her. You felt bad as it you felt like you were dumping news onto both your date and your own child. You watch as Sooyoung went over to your table and put the takeout down. Things were silent except for the pounding in your chest. You prepared your mind and heart for the worst, expecting Sooyoung to politely say goodbye and leave.

Then, Sooyoung put on a grand smile and excited sat down next to your kid.

"I'm so excited to meet you! Is it okay if I watch this movie with you?" Sooyoung asks, but instead of answering the question your child decided to blurt out their thoughts instead.

"You're really really really pretty." They said with a face mixed with surprise and admiration. Sooyoung gives out a laugh, finding the bluntness of your child hilarious and adorable.

The feeling in your chest began to ease up as you watched the sight. You were both surprised and happy with the way things were looking, but you'd definitely have to have a conversation with Sooyoung afterwards. For now though, it seemed like the three of you could eat take out and enjoy some snacks while watching the rest of a kid's movie.

The movie eventually came to an end though. Your child was yawning and complaining about being tired so you made them go brush their teeth. After they were done you picked them up and gently laid them in bed, kissing their forehead and saying goodnight. When you closed the door to their room, you went back to the living room where Sooyoung was patiently sitting.

"I guess we have some things we should talk about, right?" You gave a little fake laugh after asking the rhetorical question. You walked towards the couch and sat down a couple feet away from Sooyoung.

"So…" She began talking, at first looking at the floor but then into your eyes. Her eyes seemed to be filled with hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered. Already you were feeling horrible. You reached your hand out to clasp hers and she let you.

"I'm so sorry. I really am Sooyoung. I was just worried about whether or not you would like kids, let alone start being a part of one's life. I just… I needed more time to gauge that. I was really meaning to tell you though, I promise." You tried to explain to her. Sooyoung leaned forward to you and hugged you.

"Hey hey, don't worry. I absolutely adore K/N already." She backed out of the hug but was still close to you. She tucked away a stray hair as she continued talking with you. "I'll take care of the both of you, okay? I want to do that for you both." She gives you a reassuring smile. You lean in and give her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm sorry. No more secrets from me." You say, happy that it now felt like nothing was in between you and your relationship with Sooyoung anymore.

[jjungkookislife]

Hello hello! I ve been EXHAUSTED for the last couple of weeks (work lol), but now that I have had more free time, I can fangirl to my heart´s content. I hope you are in better conditions! Hehe.

YEEES, This idea sounds lovely, I can imagine all the nice things that Jimin and OC can do in this kind of scenario and I go 🥰

I enjoy that you have noticed that I noticed the OC workaround (See? writing is hard this is why I only read) 🧐

And sure! OC being a sucker for him will be very interesting. How will she act/react? And under what circumstances? Maybe here the little notes situation can fit!

Now that you mention how Jimin knows how he feels to be left out, will be there any flashbacks of his time away? Of how he managed and probably how he imagined his reunion with OC would be like? However it was back in the day, he is now so loved 💕 I also wanna see how he slowly turns into a family member that even outsiders would be like: Ah yeah, Jimin Park, son of OC´s mom 😩

Awww, they really were each other´s shadow when they were little 🤧 I understand better your pov with your background involved, thats why he loves her so much 😭 And of course he laughs! Who doesnt want a childhood sweetheart as their lover 🥰 Will we be able to read one of those scenarios when men poorly shot their "best" shot? That would be hilarious.

Im so sorry to be asking everytime if we will get to see this and see that, you may already have a timeline or some scenarios occuring (as these two you mentioned) but I cant help it! I do it not as a request, I do it cause Im curious. Rather than asking to have them written or not, I would like to know your opinion of them, would that be factible, will there be any differences? Is just so fun to daydream.

Once again thank you thank you thank you for your work and response! I recently logged in again in here and saw the notification on the phone, but I literally need to sit with my laptop, read the last we spoke and remember where I left off to actually respond accordingly. Im so happy to have found your blog! I truly enjoy your interactions and I wish you the best for the rest of the week at work or wherever you may be at now 😊 Take care and rest a looot.

P.D. I LOVE GO GO HEART JIMIN VERSION, I go feral seeing him there, is one of my fav looks on him 😭 In response I wanna share this edit of him serenating with mariachi, a troka (Spanglish for truck), classic flowers (Tae holding them) and chocolates, and with a plane writing a message on the sky (Spanish for "Whats up mommy?") These kind of BTS memes in local situations are quite popular here in Mexico beucase they are beyond ridiculous but so much fun. I have more from what that came from hehe.

Hello! Sorry it took so long to respond, I've been working and then I get so tired on my days off! How are you?

I haven't written anything so far for hhh!jimin, but I definitely daydream way too much lol but I definitely wanna include oc writing little notes for jimin but it's harder since he works from home and ana doesn't seem like the type to keep a secret from jimin lol

Ooh, if I wrote about Jimin's past it would definitely be angsty. He'd try not to think about being shipped off to his aunt and uncle and they definitely treated him like a son, unlike his parents so he has a really good relationship with them but sometimes he wonders if he did anything to make his parents not want him around :( it doesn't bother him as an adult much since he's been known to cut people out without a second thought instead of trying to make the relationship work.

Yes, definitely! That's one of the drabbles I have planned. oc and Jimin go visit Jungkook's bar to catch up with him and Namjoon but also to meet the rest of oc's friends. I'm not sure how the plot will go but I hope to write it soon :)

I might write the Easter drabble first since I just got the cutest idea lol I'll have to write it down before I forget so i can plot around it later.

Thank you for sending in an ask <3 it made my day and I couldn't wait to respond :) I hope you have a good day/night? :)

I've seen those memes lol I'm Mexican and speak Spanish/spanglish? I'm originally from Texas lmao my husband wanted to get me a serenata but I'm too awkward but maybe I can get him to buy me a ramo buchon hmmm lol

Thank you again for sending an ask <3 I appreciate it so much!

[shozaii]

I don’t know if this is the place to request, I’m new to tumblr so I’m really sorry T^T, If I can request, May I have a dazai x reader where dazai is being forced by the agency to have a blind date with a girl thats basically perfect and wants dazai all to herself but then, dazai asks his fem!colleague (who has no ability) to pretend to be his gf, and it basically escalates to friends with benefits and then they fall for each other, lots of angst with a fluffy ending please! Thank you!

(a/n): helloooo anon!💓✨i had to find some really good inspo for this so i really apologize if this took too long :’( but i do hope you enjoy it as this is my first time working for a fic for him!❤️thank you for sending this in ahhh!!!

thank you so so much to @akutagawasbitches for helping me with this fic!! she gave me so much help and i’m so grateful hhh🥺🤍🤍🤍

masterlist.

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sparks fly.

pairing : dazai x fem! reader.

word count: 2704.

warnings: angst, mentioning of suicide and death!

“Again...?”

It was yet again another whine that brought attention to more of the colleagues from the agency, including your (e/c) eyes.

“A-Again what?”

“We kind of arranged a blind date for him,” Tanizaki said, as he was standing right next to your desk, watching the commotion unfold. “Haven’t you heard?” But how could you, really? When the man of your dreams has been constantly pressurized into having to date women; left and right. And they turn out to be nothing of his choice of sorts. They don’t lack looks, or anything in particular. The spark was never alive within their eyes, and that only seemed to make Dazai grow more impatient. But you see, what was to be highlighted here, was that if he ever found the spark, you were no longer a chance. And if you were to ever let him know of your very own buzz of hope, it would all probably go downhill from there.

“Argh....I’m afraid I would have to pass that opportunity,” he rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today, folding his arms in desperation of wanting to head home, and lay on his bed, lightly snoring away.

“I don’t know, Dazai. this girl here was really interested in wanting to meet you. But then again, I’m guessing you have someone else in mind,” Yosano eyed Dazai very carefully, trying to trace his facial features for any discrepancies.

“Atsushi-kun-,” he groaned, looking at him with a face of complete disagreement.

“I tried telling them that you wouldn’t like it, Dazai-san,” he muttered, to which he then slowly eyed you. The only other person who truly knew from a to z about your feelings was Atsushi and only Atsushi. So, every time he hears of these blind dates Dazai was going on, he winced. He winced because he knew not only it was going to be another rejection, but it was going to be another shard of your glass heart, being chipped away, slowly losing strength of holding on to each other.

This time, you could feel a few more being picked on by a sharp needle, leaving the impact on it as slow as possible, for you to take in all the pain second by second. Before you knew it, Dazai was already up on his feet, forcing himself to actually accept the so- called blind date that his friends have already set him up for. with a heavy heart, he has to reject someone. with an ignorant face, he has to show disinterest. with a blunt emotion, he has to say something.

Anything.

“Y/N!”

You occasionally walk behind Dazai if you ever had the chance - sometimes you’d come out a little late just to finish any paperwork lying around, Dazai’s untouched ones, to be more specific. Sometimes he goes missing from the agency - this just meant he had something important to do; let it be in or out of the agency. It’s not weird that you didn’t know his whole schedule. This man always told you stories, reminded you of what he was about to do next, teased you-

“Y/N...? Hello...?” a shadow loomed near you, causing you to stop your train of thought.

“Dazai! H-Hi.” The little – but burning – spark ignited in you once more; causing you to tumble back.

Your tumbling wasn’t the one which would make you fall in an instant; it was definitely one you could hold onto. But when you felt an arm inviting itself around your figure, your eyes went wide open; to whether you were facing reality or not. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that Dazai would be the one to do so, as he pulled himself towards you.

“Good evening.”

“Ah!” You sort of got yourself out of the position, now having your cheeks completely heat up. “Good evening, Dazai. Anything that I could help you with?”

“You do know what is going to happen within the time span of….24 hours, I suppose? This blind date that I have. Terrifying, you know.”

“Well, I did hear about it. you’re heading to it, a-aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow when you seemed to be nearly choked on your own words.

“Bold of you to assume that I’ll be going! Yes, sweet pea. But no. I just can’t seem to bring myself to these new faces. I may like all kinds of women – but this feeling doesn’t hold me great paths.” That same nickname he decided to call you a long time ago, and it stuck among the both of you like glue. Why were your friends even trying so hard for him to find someone else? Heck, you dropped hints (or so you thought you did); so, what was just so difficult up until now?

She looked so pretty though. Dazai didn’t get a look – it’s called a blind date for a reason. Was he really just meant for you whatsoever?

“Please be my girlfriend, y/n.”

“What?!” You blurted out, slapping your mouth shut right after, your breaths quickening.

“Did I hear you right? Your girlfriend? W-Where is this coming from-,”

“Ah! Well only just for a day, if you will? Pretty please?”

And just like that, when you already have multiple pieces pricked away; twenty more lost grip, flying away without leaving a trace. The spark popped right after, causing even more bits to drop off, merely at the complete edge of slipping away, finally begging you with all their might that they wanted to break their bonds between one another. How did the mechanism work? you never knew.

“Dazai…. I-,”

“It will only take a while, I promise. I know it’s hard, especially when a colleague is asking another, but I’ll leave you be. You can even not talk to me, anything you want!”

“So, it’s even eligible if I decided to say that I have literal feelings for you.”

“What’s that?” Dazai’s eyes were visible with confusion.

“Nothing! I just...”

*****

It all came to plan, whatever he wanted, he got. But something that he definitely didn’t want, happened.

The scheduled location was fine. a beautiful park, now blooming with an endless trail of sakura trees and lovely flowers. The weather was really fine today; not too hot, not too cold. Everyone wished him luck; even though no such luck was retrieved during these dates. He even wanted to wear his usual trench coat for even more ‘contrasting effect to his luscious locks’, but Atsushi and Kunikida dealt with it immediately, now perfectly dressed in a collared shirt, and a jacket hung loose over his shoulders.

Wasn’t that the one you gave him for one of his birthdays? You had to admit, every outfit he ever went with looked so utterly amazing on him.

The timing was perfect as well, though he did whine about being there a few minutes earlier than expected. His blind date arrived shortly after. A small smile painted across her face, her beauty ever so blinding, a sight for sore eyes. The looks that they both had were absolutely downright stunning. If they were ever to be walking into a ballroom, with all the fancy lights and the sparkly dresses, people would immediately turn their attention to the both of them and swoon, for they were the ones that might as well allow anyone to worship for their combined artistry.

This wasn’t just a blind date, it was a reunion, from when these two distant souls met each other once in the agency. It was urgent the other day, since she needed help for something which was actually quite serious. Somehow, they arranged the blind date with the same woman, now fully glimmering with her ethereal beauty.

Dazai was either flattered or displeased with this situation. Displeased not because of the first glimpse that he managed to catch back then, but rather because he didn’t need this to go any further. Flattered? Maybe because she complimented his looks and such, and somehow, he managed to pay them back.

To you, it was really rude to be spying on someone like this. But this was like a mission, in order to conclude whether this was a successful date, or just plain boring. Right now, you could see neither. but if your head were to ever want to prick more needles into your heart, it would tell you the progress went smoothly. And by every growing minute into the date, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, coated in the right amount of heat executed from your body.

Of course, Atsushi saw that. How could he not? It was clear that this job was given to you by accident, but you still insisted on coming along anyway.

*****

He expected a lot of things to go wrong, of course -you know, like her slowly losing interest in the date. or maybe she would change her mind with just anything at that point, but to no avail. All Dazai could ever do now was to pray and pray that she was going to forget this whole blind date thingy that absolutely made no sense to him. But then, he didn’t expect the sudden arrival of a beautifully dressed damsel, walking up towards the both of them. From afar, it looked like just another stranger in sight, probably stomping away in anger. Or that’s what he thought.

It was you, finally out of your hiding spot, with Atsushi not being able to find you in the crowd any longer. you assured him for what seemed like the thousandth time before taking off, and he was already shaking in fear when he reminisced the conversation, he had had earlier with you.

*****

“But how are you going to tell him? He did tell you to pretend to be his girlfriend!”

“I know Atsushi! I know!” you let out a sob in between, now sitting on the ground.

“Y/N-san, please think about it. Dazai-san is a person who would be really difficult to get through, but I do have a feeling that you might ace this. We also don’t know much of the girl, so are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You wiped your tears away furiously now, eyes bloodshot, your anger emphasizing the red. “Then I might as well get it through his thick skull. go, Atsushi. and don’t come finding for me.”

*****

Thinking that it was actually time for him to call you out as his lovely partner, he straightened his posture in confidence.

“Well, well! look who’s here, my lovely-,”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Y-Y/N?”

“All these years and I honestly expected something out from you, you dumbass. I’m not just someone you could play along with, suddenly teasing the shit out of me, calling me all those silly, adorable nicknames, and then pressure my heart into breaking even further, while I hear that you constantly get blind dates. How exactly do you think I feel? Sure, maybe you don’t know much about my stuff. But how dare you.”

“Look, if you’re only going to come here and start dissing someone for no goddamn reason, I’m going to have to ask you to leave-,” the girl began.

“Like you know what it’s like to be with the most amazing yet wacky person on the planet. thinking that all these blind dates were going to go so well. if they say no, they say no! what part of that word do you not understand?!”

“Let me ask you this. Who do you think you are, you witty brat?”

Without waiting, you answered shakily. “His gir- his girlfriend.”

She took a final glance at Dazai. no response. which was what made her finally leave you and him alone, as he continued to look directly at you. Well, you did get his attention. might as well continue.

“Now. I may be the stupidest person in the world for doing this, but I think I have dropped more hints than I ever have to anyone in my life, ever. My heart aches every moment, thinking of you. When will you get a partner? When will you leave? When would it be the moment where you decide that I’m not good enough? Stupid, stupid questions. I shouldn’t have told Atsushi. I shouldn’t have let everyone observe me. Why and how did I ever fall for you?!” Y/N yelled, her chest heaving. Swallowing, she continued to speak.

“Most importantly, I wish I didn’t barge up here to tell you how I feel. why? Look at her. Look at me. She has got everything I don’t. She is ready to give you her all when she asks for it. She doesn’t need to worry about any flaws. Oh, to be as brave and confident as her. the next thing I know is that we’ll completely forget each other, you leaving me be, vice versa. Us staying this way, because that’s how it is! a complete, hell of a circus!”

Dazai reached for your hand, but you inched away. “I’ve never known what did ‘slowly dying’ meant, but now I see it all.’

You stormed off, hoping to all the gods above that he actually took the hint of what you finally spat out. Stupid spark; lighting up when you decided to cry it all out, while he watches on, genuinely shocked. Stupid tears, making you feel lightheaded when all you wanted to do was talk.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The day wasn’t quite over yet, when you felt someone grab you hard, and also painfully, by your wrist. You felt your knuckles crack during the process, and you just had no time to turn around and actually suspect who this person really was.

Until you did.

You tried swatting his hand away. You didn’t need this. You didn’t need him. You didn’t need Dazai Osamu pulling you towards the most beautiful, yet empty bridge of Yokohama, where the sun was slowly setting, the harmonious glow beginning to land on the tall buildings.

“Let me go!” you breathed out softly, eyes now tired and high on the tremendous set of tears you have let out. “Please.” But he believed that by walking closer towards you, placing both of his calloused hands on your cheek, and by leaning in closer to you, you would calm down. You would stop. You would feel loved.

You would feel the sparks once more.

“Y/N.”

His eyes were now dim, but not the kind of dim where the look would kill a person on sight. It was dim, dull with anguish and torment. A plead for your eyes to look right into your his, aching with the regrets. With the words he needs to say, but never knowing how to put them together.

“My heart and soul told me that if I wanted you safe, I was only supposed to lock them in. Far, far away, for you to not find them anywhere.”

“But why would you….?”

“Oh, sweet pea. why would anyone want me, really? A man who wants to find a beautiful woman to commit suicide with. Also, someone who could annoy you to the core. Ex-port mafia executive. As a human myself, my flaws are pretty huge.”

“If you think I would ever ditch you for your flaws, that could be another person you’re talking about. I have no ability. I’m nowhere as great as you. don’t you see that I…I have flaws too?”

“Not having an ability doesn’t mean having a flaw. Neither your perfection shall ever beat that silly word.”

You definitely didn’t expect more sparks to ignite the light in you, or the next few seconds as Dazai leaned in, finally closing in the gap that you both shared. His lips were like honey, and yours were like the world’s finest sugar. the first kiss that you shared was definitely a new kind of passion, a sweet release of both your yearnings. It was also the kind where you could never forget. As he let go, his scent still lingered on you. His eyes slowly began to bloom the gorgeous glow, his smile now softer than ever. He reached for your hand and placed it on his chest.

“if you listen closely, you could hear sparks fly.”

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(a/n): ahhh here it is!! angst and mitra?? hmmm maybe :O jejsjsj

[xviicprc]

You have a very cute style and yes I realize I'm sending this ask while your profile pic is your mastersona with blood on her but it's true! (also she's cute I'd like to know more about her if that's okay?)

 Hi hi. Sorry to answering so late!

So.... About My Mastersona.......

Cyra Kuromaki!

An extremly Average mage-  

She is the daughter of two Mages, her father used to be a teacher in the Mage Association, while her mother is the oldest among her siblings and the one who inherited her Family’s Crest.

In theory, she should have been an excelent Mage, but her parents Magical Affinities were literal opposites, so they "nullified" eachother, leaving Cyra someone with tons of Mana, but no way to use it. Like having a powerful battery with no device to use it on-

So, Cyra was seen as "the weakest link of the chain" to both sides of her family. Which in the Fate World its the biggest dishonor™ to Mages, ever.

So she has no formal training in Magic, and only knows things in “theory”- her parents didn’t find it necesary to train someone who couldn’t even shoot the most basic of spells.

And, she joined Chaldea one day, merely by the benefits it would bring.

After all, it IS another prestigious Magical institution, and to Cyra, "It still counted". And it would lessen the sting of being someone who never could archieve anything in the Mage World. 

Of course the Grand Order happened.

"Guess I have to save humanity. This sucks, I am part of humanity".

Someone who always follows every command given to her in the beggining, but to not be held responsible when things go wrong, even if the order is wrong. “They can’t blame me if I do as they said, that’s on them” she would say if you called her out on this. You should thank her parents for that.

It took some time for her to be able to act without any commands.

She doesn’t get along with Mash or Olga at the beggining. 

In regards to Mash, she found her too clingy and “spoke too much“. But she mellows out with her the more she understood why Mash is the way she is, to the point where they became really good friends.

Olga on the other hand- she hated her guts. Cyra always had to bite her tongue around her, while internaly screaming. She even called Olga "bitch" when she said Cyra would be fired after they returned from Fuyuki, and promply recieved a slap to the face.

She didn’t take it back though.

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Cyra always speaks her mind, with no sort of filter- which leads to her to clash a lot with many Servants at the beggining.

However, she does apologize later. If you show her why she was wrong, she’ll take your words at heart. And she wants to be a better person, being confined in a Antartic base with Heroes from the Past and the rest of the destroyed wasn’t what she expected to mature, but hey! If it works, it works!

While the Grand Order consumes most of her time, whenever she catches a break you can find her drawing in many places inside Chaldea (and even inside Singularities). She mostly draws the Heroic Spirits, the many places they explore, and even some members of the staff. If you were to look at her drawings, you could easily guess the order in which Servants appeared in Chaldea.

Interactions with other Servants would be:

The First Servant to answer her summons is Martha, who ends up treating Cyra like a little sister. They get along extremly well. Martha likes that Cyra doesn’t hide how she feels or if she doesn’t like something, while Cyra admires Martha for her strength and for being able to tame Tarasque while still having what people wouldn’t consider “the proper attitude of a saint” (Which both of them agree is stupid).

Her interactions with the children Servants start out very awkard. She doesn’t know how to handle them, and says “She is a horrible influence!” for them. So she avoided them at first. The first real interaction they had was when Nursery and Jack aproached her while drawing. “I want to try it out too!”. Later that day, she got them crayons and other art supplies for them to have fun. She still remembers how fun it was to be a kid and draw, and Cyra carefuly saves the drawings they made for her.

At the start of the Grand Order, the more boisterous Servants, like Drake or Cu made her nervous and jumpy. Explotions? No problem! Voices louder than average? “That is never a good sign”. Luckily, she gets over that anxiety she feels and learns to have fun with them.

If she is talking to herself, murmuring, or anything of the sort, there is a great chance someone else is there too.

Is good friends with Karna. Cyra is always happy to see him, and you ber they’ll perfom the Special Handshake. They are both “the quiet friend”, and if you find them together, they are definitively vibin in silence. And both “failed at communication” many times, so that’s another thing in common they have.

Cyra keeps a distance from most of the “King” Servants, the only concrete exception being Artoria, because she was one of the very First Servants Cyra summoned and has known her the longest. That, and, Artoria doesn’t have “the same attitude as them”.

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WELL wasn’t that long!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hhh im still working on her story and such- I’m more of an artist than a writer, so its easier for me to tell stories and such on drawings than in text format haha.

Thank you for asking about Cyra!!!!! Im also happy you find my art cute and wanted to know more about my self indulgent oc hahahahhaa

[towerfandoms]

So this is based off of @hopoffmyschlong idea so thank you ✋😌 but I really liked @darkkidplaidopera idea about the fridge 😔 so if yall want a FRIDGE!reader x Khun (where reader is a fridge and khun has to carry her) then lemme know. 🥵🥵 N E WAYS LETS GO. This is also VERY loosely based off of karmas and nagisas fight in ass class here (yes I am using an ass class gif for a khun fic what about it 😌😌) *repost cuz first one did show up in tags*

“Do we reallyyyyyy have to do this, Khun” you whined, rubbing your arms shivering slightly. “It’s way too cold in here and I’m tired!”

Khun didn’t even give you a choice that morning. He just entered your room, grabbed your wrist dragging you out of bed and leaving you in a heap on the floor. Well to be fair to the blue turtle, he had asked nicely three times but you were too busy dreaming of being Nagisa in that gif (don’t lie 🙈)

“Come on, get up. We have to train now before everyone else wakes up.” You laid there on the floor, refusing to move after the rude intrusion. Seeing as you were making no effort to move, Khun sighed loudly in annoyance. In one swift motion he threw you over his shoulders ignoring your quiet protests and threats and carried you down to the icy cold training room.

“Stop making so much noise or I’ll drop you again” He whispered in a hushed tone when you two passed by everyone else’s room. At last admitting defeat, you went limp and let him carry you down fireman style. If you were being honest you’d prefer bridal style but it was still comforting to feel Khuns warmth. Unbeknownst to you he smiled slightly at your unusual obedience but when yous arrived at the training room he just had to let go suddenly and drop you on the floor. When questioned, “its to build stamina,” was all that was said.

Hence your current predicament.

“Of course we do! You may be good with a sword but you still haven’t mastered the basics of hand to hand combat.” he replied exasperated. He had explained everything on his way down but you were dead set on delaying this as much as you can. “We can stand around doing nothing for as long as you like but the rest of the team will be here soon. Do you really want them to see how terrible you are at this?”

He did have a point damn it. Gritting your teeth you meekly shook your head no.

Khun clapped his hand and gave you his signature smirk. “Excellent, just as I thought. Now get into place and when I say start, come at me. And remember-”

“I know, I know. No shinsu or anything. Just hand to hand”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, then countdown. Three, two-”

“ONE, GOOO!” You shouted, running at full speed towards him and startling him in the process.

Khun barely had time to dodge as you tried to swing at his head. He rolled to the side but unfortunately for him you suddenly had a burst of energy. Like hell you were gonna let this arrogant jerk make this much fun of you. You tried punching him again, still aiming for his head. You missed once again but continued your ruthless attacks nevertheless. You only stopped once Khun jumped back, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“You didn’t even let me finish counting down” the blue haired man yelled.

“It’s the element of surprise, innit luv” you cheekily replied, poking you tongue at him.

“Oh for Gods sake!” He placed a hand on his head feigning a headache. Or maybe it was a real one, you were good at giving him those.

He stopped still and slowly looked up. He suddenly gave you an evil smile, sending shivers down your back. You knew what that look meant.... he was pissed off. You were in danger. And a lot of it.

“Ok, this time when I actually count to three, we’re gonna retry that. But word of advice, stop aiming for my head only. It leaves the rest of your body,,, defenceless”

Yup, today you were going to die. You quickly thanked god that the last thing you were gonna see was his handsome face and just as fast took up a fighting stance. You wanted a painless death so you didn’t want to risk pissing him off more-

“Three, two, one. BEGIN”

This time Khun was the one who ran at you but fortunately you were a bit faster so you managed to jump out of the way.

“I-I th-hah thought we were trai-hhh-ning” you panted, hands on your knees.

“The real world doesn’t adjust to your need... luv.” He began jumping towards you again, ready to attack.

That son of a bitch- how dare he use your words against you. He probabaly didn’t even know the reference. However you didn’t have time to ponder on Khuns appropriation of British culture as he narrowly missed your face. Thankfully you managed to block him just in time otherwise that would’ve left a bruise.

Guess there’s no choice but to attack back, you grimly thought to yourself.

You decided to use a different method. (Like deku) you realised you had legs and thought it was time you used them.

This time when Khun came at you again you held your arms up as if you were about to block. But at the last second you jumped and swung your leg, hitting him full force in the face sending him flying. You watched as Khun fell face first and laid in a crumpled heap on the ground, his back to you.

You regained your stance once again, expecting him to get up and finish you off once and for all. However Khun didn’t move but he was still breathing... luckily? He wasn’t gonna be happy when gets up anyways.

You slowly walked over to him. “Khun... ahhaa are you alright” you nervously laughed. When he didn’t respond you walked all the way over to him, standing above him.

“Khun- AGH” just as you were about to bend down to check on him when he pulled you down, crawling on top of you. He pinned your arms down, affectively trapping you. His blue eyes bore into yours causing you to squirm, shifting your gaze awkwardly.

“You haven’t got anything more to say hmmm?” He was grinning from ear to ear now, like the big bad wolf.

“Not really no...” you mumbled back, feeling your face heat up.

He leaned down closer, talking directly into your ear. “Honestly, I’m surprised how naive you are. Do you really think a single kick was really enough to knock me out.” He chuckled softly, his laughs directly in your ear. You could feel his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“Ahaahaha,, K-Khun. I-” you tripped over your words not able to form a coherent sentence. Hell you couldn’t even think properly. Not with Khun staring so intently into your eyes with that look. You turned your head to the side, trying to avert your gaze. However, as you did so your eyes fell on another blue head by the doorway.

“AHEM!” Ran cleared his throat loudly. He crossed his arms, clearly annoyed.

How long had he been standing there? you thought miserably to yourself.

“Ran?!” Khuns whole demeanour changed. He quickly clambered off then lent a hand down to you, helping you up. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh sorry I must’ve interrupted something,” the little brat did not look sorry. “Anyways, Rachel needed to talk to you AA but I suppose she’ll understand if you’re doing something....”

What happened to the Khuns to make them all so cold, you mentally shuddered inside your head. Luckily, as you were no longer under Khun you managed to compose yourself.

Khun sighed irritably.

“Ugh, what a pain that woman is. Why now for gods sake.”

“Hey, don’t blame the messenger. I’m just telling you what’s what.” And with that retort, Ran turned and left the training room with his hands in his pockets. Fortunately for you Ran could not care less about what was going on with you two so there was no need to worry about him telling the others.

“I suppose I better get going now too. Y/n, we can continue tomorrow. Besides,,, you probably wanna go get changed. You’re still in your pyjamas yknow.”

“And who’s fault is that.”

“Well maybe if you woke up when I asked nicely. Anyways, I’ll see you at breakfast. Bye bye for now.” He waved you off and left the training room

You watched his retreating figure, stifling a yawn. That man... he was the reason you were going to jail for 1st degree murder. Still you couldn’t deny you did enjoy that morning.

Looking at the clock you were brought back to your senses, remembering you had to be there for breakfast at 7. You had 10 minutes to change and wash up. And so you ran from the training room, your the tips of your ears still warm from the incident.

And scene guys, gals and nb pals 🥰🥰 anyways I hope this was to your liking cuz ngl I had sm fun writing this fic.

[kuroopaisen]

@kacchand (i couldn't tag your main but i wanted to make sure you saw this fdlkjfdlkj) 

hello dear! i’m sorry it took me so long to respond to this dflskjfdlkfdj i decided to answer your ask in a text post so i can link my thoughts to yours more easily! also, i know i'm going to Ramble, so i wanted to be able to keep it under a cut sdlkfjd

Hi rowan!! I've just finished the final chapter of aot and I just wanted to ask your opinion on it!

(SPOILERS THAT DEPICT MY UNDERSTANDING OF THE STORY'S MEANING AHEAD. READ ONLY IF YOU'VE FINISHED THE CHAPTER)

(FR )

(THERE'S STILL TIME TO BACK OUT)

(DO IT NOW. SPOILER ALERT)

I'd also like to ask a follow up question about it, because it seems that I've come to a different concl. from many of my friends and I'm feeling dumb abt how i feel w it.

first of all (and i say this as sincerely as possible, and if i'm coming off as condesending please let me know hh), please don't feel dumb because you've come to a different conclusion :(

we all read media at different levels (i’ve been told it’s ‘not that deep’ before fdljkfsdlkj) and identify different aspects in it, so the fact that you've had a different experience to some of your friends is absolutely not a reflection on your intelligence. and if anyone's making you feel that way, drop their @. i just want to talk :) furthermore, you’re not wrong for responding to something emotionally, especially if it really... makes you uncomfortable, you know? 

i'm from the PH & I've put off determining whether i'm comfy w the manga til the last chap,,,, but is it wrong that I can't shake the feeling that it's a justification of japanese expansionism and genocide? ik this manga has always been in the grey area, and that's what I love abt it! It often shows that no choice they make is absolutely good or bad, and does such a good job at showing you how each complex character came to that understanding (role of environment, etc...) but this last chapter felt too positive abt the rumbling? Like it was justified because paradis was able to advance and there wasn't much choice? idk.

that's totally valid! some of the best think pieces on the show i read mentioned that the concern with the narrative is less "is isayama a nazi sympathiser?" (he most likely isn't), but if he's a imperial japan apologist. and...

well, let's just say that my father is british, and when i was trying to say that colonisation was bad, using british india as an example, he said "well, we gave them railroads." it's... it's uncomfortable and gross and i think it encapsulates how countries with imperial pasts tend to talk about them; even if they don't officially endorse it, there's often a lot of talk about how "well colonialism was good for this country, actually--"

and if the manga felt like it was justifying japanese expansionism, then chances are it had elements that very much did point towards that. i've had a lot of trouble grappling with reiner, annie and bertolt, because they've existed in this grey area of 'victim of oppression' and 'war criminal'; and their existence raises the question of "do people who commit war crimes simply do what needs to be done?" and by victimising them it... it plays into the whole nuremberg defense of "i was just following orders". it's making you feel bad for the people committing said war crimes (and similarly with eren, and all the awful things he's done). but i'll get more into this point later dsfkjfd

i haven't read the last chapter yet (and don't worry about spoilers! i've been approaching aot from a very... specific perspective anyway, so i actually don't mind spoilers -- i read a bunch of analyses of the series before i'd even watched it hh), but... i think if it came off as too positive about, you know... an awful thing that happened, then it absolutely makes sense that you'd feel uncomfortable?

the modernisation narrative in general is one that always skeeves me out. it's one japanese imperialists use to justify the invasion of korea (and even those infamous tweets from the one account purported to be isayama talk about how the population of korea boomed under japanese imperial occupation, which... stop.)

it's also commonly invoked in cases of development. certain members of society (usually the poor), just 'had' to die for the good of the future. who gives a damn if they consent to that? they have to.

similarly, the 'we had no choice' narrative. that's... a concerning one that crops up time and again with history apologists, the argument that "oh if x country hadn't done y, then someone else would've!" or that acts of aggression were done as pre-emptive self-defence, which is so... ugh. i just. i just hate it.

It also feels really weird w the ymir and the whole loving fritz thing. i wish we got to see more of her thought process and what conclusion she came to that led her to destroying the power of the titans.

i... hate this so much. i get that abuse is complicated and victims often have multifaceted feelings towards their abusers, but... most people would focus on that in their story? the story would be about that? but instead, it's just... a thing in the history of the world and that's... icky.

also having the genesis of the titans come from a slave girl in love with her captor... there's many levels of ick to it and i highly doubt it was handled with the appropriate level of grace and sensitivity.

honestly, this might be one of the things that pissed me off the most because of how... contradictory her backstory was with That One Chapter (you know, instead of ymir crying because she wants to be free or because she’s been trapped she........ wants to see mikasa kiss eren’s decapitated head? i guess? what the fuck?) 

idk...I just think that context is sometimes everything. and i understand that media can portray incorrect things,,,, and that isayama likely didn't intend for it to become a global sensation, but i guess i'm just uncomfortable w the right wing nazis getting a comfort book ahaha.

i totally get that! even if attack on titan is meant to be anti-fascists, the fact of the matter is... a lot of fascists love it. and relate to it. which is... alarming. especially given just how popular aot is worldwide.

it’s hard because before the ending, attack on titan did feel like it was more grey; i remember saying that i wouldn’t know how to feel about it until the ending because the story was either saying “the military is corrupt and war is hell”, or it was saying “the military is corrupt and war is hell, but it is necessary.” 

still sorting out my thoughts, but yeah. I think i'm having a hard time understanding what they really accomplished with the rumbling and how they gave eren a sudden lelouch role and a lot of how they made it out to be a happy thing? perhaps I'm too biased to see it fully but to me it gives a "woah. eren was a hero. he saved us from destruction. those people needed to die for us to achieve this temporary peace and new start". i suppose the rumbling gave them a levelled playing ground?

OH MY GOOOOOD okay. i haven't finished code geass. but i really don't like lelouch. i mean... i think i just don't like characters that sacrifice other people for a purported 'greater good' (i could write an Essay about how much i hate erwin smith looking at him is enough to send me into an unhinged rage), but where i'm up to in the anime, i don't like the direction they're going with eren? i mean, i've never liked eren, but... that whole "martyr for the eldians" is just. ew. especially when you see several eldian characters disagree and resist him. 

why does this one guy get to make choices for everyone else? because he’s sPeCiAL? fuck off 

sorry for not being coherent. maybe i'm basing this too much on feelings ahaha. trust aot to finish it's scandalous run with a scandalous end.

no omg you're being perfectly coherent :( also, if anyone's making you feel bad or stupid for how you experience media, they’re... definitely not as smart as they think they are fdslskjfdlk. 

i'm of that mind that, while media consumption is in part an intellectual exercise, it is inherently very emotional; narrative media tries to make us feel as much as it makes us think. that’s what stories are for, you know? intellectual analysis is well and good but what’s the point of a story if it doesn’t make you feel anything?

that's to say, i don't believe there's such thing as basing your opinion too much on feelings :') especially since it's your personal experience with a piece of media; you don't owe anyone 'objectivity' (which is always a farce when it comes to this sort of thing) or 'logical analysis', because nobody's got any right to criticise you for engaging with media the 'wrong way'.

tl;dr I feel like the mood was too celebratory abt the rumbling, and didn't entail enough on the tragedy so much that it felt like a justification for genocide and expansionism. how do you feel abt it's ending and the message it leaves? is isayama responsible to give a morally correct answer to the cycle of hatred? you're not obligated to answer! and sorry for the rambling.

hhh yeah i guess that’s the thing at the end of the day... is isayama responsible for giving a “morally correct” answer? no, but the way the ending plays out is very telling. 

like armin thanking eren? mikasa’s e n t i r e character boiling down to being in love with a mass murderer no matter how poorly he’s treated her? and one could argue that kind of ending is supposed to be unsettling, supposed to hint that the cycle will just continue, but...

framing is everything. and it’s framed like a Good, Emotional Thing, Aren’t We So Grateful Eren Did All Those Awful Things 

YI think I would've been fine if we got to see more of Eren's or Yif you have a different perspective on how eren is being portrayed please do share! I just felt really yucky watching armin say "thanks for murdering all those people for us" with love,,, I suppose he was trying to make eren feel better. ach maybe I'm just overreacting. idk. im dumb ahaha . i'll send this in anyway cuz I'd love to hear your take!

HHHHHHH i just hate eren and i never got him. i felt bad for him in the beginning, but he's always been too... violent for me. there was a very short period of time in season 2 where i felt bad for him, but otherwise it’s just been... ugh. the main three have always been the weakest part of the series imo, so it’s really not surprising they’re part of the reason the ending was so. bad. 

and... well, that one infamous quote pretty much sums up my issue with armin. he's supposed to be the 'intelligent' one, but he's hopelessly devoted to a homicidal maniac with whom he has a very artificial, unbelievable bond with.

at the end of the day, the "thank you for becoming our monster" thing just makes it seem like attack on titan's core message is "war is horrible, but it is necessary." it feels like it's justifying massacre. and while fiction is fiction, and sometimes it's as simple as that, i think something as politically loaded as attack on titan needs to be looked at with a critical lens when discussing what it’s trying to say or what it means. 

do i think it makes someone a Bad Person for liking aot or being attached to it in some way? no, because that’s dumb, and what media someone likes =/= their Moral Goodness TM. ofc trends are a thing and certain pieces of media appeal to certain types of people, but it’s a false equivalency that misses the point. 

but by that same breath, nobody is wrong or stupid or has Less Valid Opinions just because what they took away from it makes them uncomfortable. 

i’m sorry this is So Long i have so many thoughts about this dskljfslkj 

but at the end of the day, 

levi sexy

[creaturedom]

Dinner Rush

Listen, listen, I’ve had these OCs and this idea in my head for a while, now y’all gotta deal with them. Forgive me for the length I just got real excited about it 🧡

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It was a warm evening, the streets packed with cars glistening under street lamps and people wandering about with friends, all with wide eyes and rolling laughter. Now that summer had rolled along this beach town was filled with tourists, all eager to get away from their mundane cities and live life to the fullest. Which, in Beto’s case, meant it was a full house at the restaurant.

Beto was a slender man with short, curly brown hair with some lighter brown highlights to it, while along his jawline he kept a nicely maintained scruff of hair against tanned skin. His eyes were a darker brown, but they seemed to have a certain glint of color whenever exposed to the light. He was never one to openly complain or make a fuss out of things, and overall most liked him for his calm demeanor and almost lazy smile. Always quick to fulfill everyone’s needs and eager to ensure things went smoothly, lest his manager Valencia catch wind of a table meltdown or employee scuffle. Normally he would have been left to greet customers and show them to their tables, but he found himself blinking in surprise as Valencia shoo’d him from the front counter.

“Gina just jumped ship, I need you to serve up top tonight.”

“What..?” He put aside the menus he was holding, but before he could ask more the manager waved her hands dismissively.

“Bitch said something about her gerbil, ran off crying like usual, don’t have time to be pissed about it! Can I count on you? Please, I can’t afford to lose anyone else tonight.” He scanned the worried look on the woman’s face and gave his usual lazy smile, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke.

“I won’t let you down, Val.” This calmed her down enough to smile at least before she shoved a notebook and pen into his hands and shoo’d him along. “Keep service quick, we’ve already got a big party seated up there so good luck!” And with that he gave her a polite wave and made his way upstairs.

Much to his delight, the top floor was already brightly lit by the hanging lights around the parameter. Each season the restaurant took great strides in giving the rooftop a different theme, complete with heaters in case it got too cold, and nice decor to give things a splash of color. This season, he found himself staring in awe at large flower arrangements, filled with things like Chrysanthemums and Sweet Peas, as well as others that he couldn’t recall seeing before. Their petals shook with a gentle breeze, and he found himself closing his eyes with a soft sniff to take in the aroma around him. Simply gorgeous... But, he had a job to do, and he could already see the large table waving him down. With a smile he strode over, the smell of the flowers hitting him much better now that he was closer.

“Buenas noches, and welcome to La Fuente! I’ll be your server tonight, you can call me Beto. Is there anything I can get you guys started with..?” He looked over the eager faces with his usual smile and began writing down each drink order. As he listened though he found himself sniffling lightly, a curious tickle appearing in his nose. He wiggled it a bit in hopes it would pass, but it was steadily becoming a prickle, and a distracting one at that. “Ah, pardon, what was that..?” He asked with a scrubbing of his nose.

“Are the sangrias any good?” He glanced over to a man sitting at the end of the table, short red hair cropped and styled into a neat fohawk and thick eyebrows raised slightly to punctuate the question. He couldn’t help but notice the deep blue in his eyes and the more square jaw, he was quite handsome. Beto smiled back despite another sniffle and nodded “Y—Yes, the kitchen just got a new wine and it’s to die for, fresh pears, some grapes, crih... Crisp...” With no more warning than a finger raised he hid his face behind the long notebook and dipped back with a loud “ghhTSHhh!”

Quick to recover he popped back up with a soft laugh and smile, waving the notebook in front of his face “‘Scuse me! Crisp pink lady apples, I just saw them come in today.” The man seemed to be interested, but he lingered a moment before nodding and popping up the menu again.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll take that. And bless...” Beto beamed at this and dipped his head respectfully “Thank you, and I’m sure you’re gonna love it! Now, anyone decide on appetizers, or entrees? We have a few new specials..” Beto swung himself back into the usual routine pretty cleanly in his opinion, but the tickle wasn’t going away just yet. He would start listing off some ingredients or answering a question and in between his breath would start hitching lightly while a glazed look in his eye set in. Worst still he couldn’t help feeling self conscious, a couple of them were exchanging looks, but none were really staring like the man across the table. Not that he could blame him, but he couldn’t really control it, and eventually he dipped behind a menu like he’d done before “H-Hih-! Gtschhhh! Hih’ktsschxx! Hihh..... S-So sorrhITSCHHH!” A few people at the table winced sympathetically and offered a few blessings, but he didn’t have the heart to look them in the eye. An embarrassed blush was appearing on his cheeks, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what was overwhelming him. “I-I’ll get right on this, I’m so sorry.”

He rushed downstairs and placed the ticket on the counter, scrambling into the kitchen despite some confused squawking from coworkers. He ripped a few paper towels off and rushed into a corner near the oven, body shuttering with a sharp gasp as he buried his face deep into the rough material “Huh’Resshh! Hah—Esshhh- kshh!”

“Hey, hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sous-chef grabbed him by the collar to tell him off, but his face only buried deeper into the paper towels, tears starting to spill from now red rimmed eyes “Huh’tschhhh! Hah-! Esshhhh! Heh’tschhhh!”

Some of the line chefs paused to check out the display before them, all murmuring something about what was going on and some questioning if he was alright. But the man holding him was scowling, and called overhead “Val, get his ass out of the kitchen!”

“What?” The manager stormed in just in time to see two more sneezes rip through Beto, wincing a bit when he finally raised his face enough to show how flushed it was “What the fuck- did you come to work sick? What’s wrong with you, you said you could handle things!”

His mouth gapped, but he lost this battle before it could even begin “I-I—I’b dot—gUH’TSCHHhhh!!” Just barely he shoved his face into the paper towels, and the sous-chef was quick to shove the waiter in her direction. Valencia was less than pleased, but she at least took him by the shoulders and guided him to the employee restroom, shouting over his sneezing to get back to work.

Once inside she waited for him to let out one more sneeze before taking his face in her hands, feeling against his cheeks, forehead, and neck “Okay, no fever, not clammy yet... Your eyes are looking a little puffy though, ugh. Why the fuck didn’t you call in sick?” In all honesty, it broke his heart she would even ask that. He had felt just fine beforehand, she saw he was fine! Holding up a finger to pause this conversation he looked away to blow his nose, wincing as the paper scraped against the sides of his reddened nostrils and a pressure built under his eyes.

“M’not sick,” he insisted “I was doing fine and then all of a s-suhhh... Sudden my nose started to t-tihhih— tickle...”

“Then are you getting sick, do I need to send you home?” Her words were sharp, but there was a clear worry in her eyes as she looked over him. These two had been working together for years, she knew this wasn’t like him “What set you off?”

“I... I don’t know...” Beto admitted, deflating with a light sniffle “Please, whatever it is, don’t send me home yet. I can finish at least a c—couple-” he raised the paper towels once more, but when nothing came he let out a shaken sigh “Just a few more tables... Please, it’s packed tonight. I can’t strand you with this.”

He could see it on her face. A genuine flash of worry, anger, and consideration. So much was going through Valencia’s mind, and the most he could do was look to her pleadingly. When she finally spoke again it was with a heavy sigh and a pointed finger pressed against his chest “You get a few more tables. I’ll help out up top where I can, but if you can’t get this under control I’m sending you straight home. If for a second you feel about ready to drop, you tell me and head right home. Understood?”

His face managed to light up, and with a nod in agreement to her, she merely patted his shoulder and walked out. Alright, if he was gonna stay, he needed to get cleaned up first.

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At first things were looking up. After a quick wash of his face and another nose blow he was back to serve his previous tables and greet new customers. At the table where it all began, a few of the guests asked if he was feeling alright, to which he assured it was only a mild tickle and apologized. But, there was two things he couldn’t shake.

The first was a low buzzing sensation in the back of his sinuses. He managed to get it together in the bathroom and even stave off the tickle, but the longer he was up here the more he was feeling it build. And the other, was the gaze of the blue eyed guest. Every now and again while serving drinks and bringing food they would happen to catch a glimpse of one another, always when Beto least expected it.

When he rubbed his nose, when he was sniffling under the cover of chatter, there was the man’s eyes again. They didn’t feel judgemental by any means, but there was something there as they would both glance away rather quickly. What a mess he must have looked...

“Excuse me, sir?” Beto’s attention snapped back to said table and, much to his dread, it was the blue eyed man again. Beto’s cheeks carried a light blush as it caught him off guard, but he quickly shook it off to be near him with the usual lazy smile.

“Yes, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Maybe, but um, seems a little silly.” The waiter tilted his head at this but merely grinned, internally cursing as he felt the tickle slowly build further “N... Nonsense sir, your comfort is our priority. Another drink maybe, some sides..?”

“No, no, I.. I was curious about these.” The pale man reached over to one of the smaller flower arrangements on the table, holding it up to the other “Any idea what these are called?”

“Oh! They’re quite beautiful, aren’t they? Let’s see, ah... Chrysanthemums, a little Sweet Pea, which I always think would look like actual peas, but they’re just pretty flowers?” Beto chuckled at this and pointed to a few others “For sure sunflowhh... S-Sunflowers, but I don’t...” Oh no, not again. He tried to sniff sharply, but the fragrance of the flowers only seemed to make it worse. The customer, on the other hand, filled in the blank.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out these ones,” he pointed to a few more vibrant flowers, a deep burgandy and orange “At first I thought they were Zinnias, but the way the petals fall they’re so much closer... They’re all over the place, but I can’t say I’ve seen them before.” As he man looked back to his waiter he blinked calmly, watching as Beto hid the lower half of his face behind his notebook and watery eyes screwed shut.

“Th—They’re gorgeous, but I c-can’t... Can’t-!” With a sharp gasp he bent to the side, trying desperately to stifle “HIH’TXxxx! G’htsxx! H-Hih... Hah-! Huuh’tschhhh!” He tried to look back to the man to apologize, but the oberwhelming smell and sharp tickle threw off all concentration, and he was helpless to do more than double over again, catching his face in the crook of his elbow as two sudden, wet sneezes burst from him “Hih’pTSCHHhh! E’TSCHhh..!”

The sneezes left his ears ringing, he could hardly hear the sympathetic blessings offered from the table over the crowd’s usual chatter. Unsure what else to do he simple rushed off from the table, going to the closest restroom he could to ride out the fit.

The first sneeze struck just as he opened the door, then again half way in, and ended with him desperately clinging to a sink as they continued to tumble through his system. His eyes stung, he could hardly catch his breath between harsh sneezes, but worst of all, he knew deep down this was it. He had to admit something was wrong, and his manager would find out any minute. As he blindly reached for paper towels to wipe the mess now dripping from his nostrils, the door swung open with a slight squeak. Oh, wonderful.

But there was no disgusted noise, at least not that he noticed as he gave a gurgling blow into the rough paper. Instead, he was met with a firm hand on his shoulder, and what sounded like a rattling bottle.

“I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore.” Confused, Beto wiped his eyes, seeing before him a clear bottle filled with long white pills. Blinking softly he looked up, far too drained to do more than stare in a daze at the one who offered them. The man with the red fohawk and bright blue eyes. Only this time, they were much softer, full of a sympathy he never would have expected from a stranger “I promised my sister I wouldn’t say anything, but you’re really dying out there. I was hoping you’d give up and take a break, but... Now I just figure you don’t know what you’re dealing with.”

“Wha..?” Beto took the pills from the man and scrubbed his eyes to get a better look at them. Off-brand antihistamines. At first he opened his mouth to question it, but as realization struck, it closed again. Though the man merely smirked, a bit playfully, and continued.

“Allergies, Einstein. From the look of it, bad ones at that...”

“I... I don’t understand, I‘ve never hahh... Ngh, had allergies..”

“Actually,” he corrected “you just didn’t know you did. It’s cool man, I’ve got some bad allergies myself, so I assumed you just didn’t want to admit to it. But turns out you’re just dealing with a flower you haven’t had the pleasure of smelling yet...” As if out is sympathy the man scratched the side of his own nose, sniffing a bit with a chuckle.

“I doped myself up long before I got here, but I don’t mind sharing with a guy in need...” There was a certain relief to hearing the other say that. If it was allergies it could be cured, the endless sneezing could stop. Not hesitating a moment he took out a couple pills out and downed them, using the sink to get some water and grimacing at the taste. After, he turned to the man with a relieved sigh and handed him back the bottle.

“Sir, I can’t thank you enough. Can I get you a free drink, maybe your meal on the house? I feel awful f-for hhh... How I’ve been all night..” The man smiled at Beto and shook his head, pocketing the precious pills in his jacket. “No way, I just wanted to help a good guy out. And you’ve been holding up great all evening, it was just my dumbass that pushed you over the edge.”

The two of them laughed at this, though Beto’s was a bit hoarse at this point. As things settled though the man paused, putting a hand on his shoulder again “Though... I wouldn’t complain if I maybe got one thing...” His attention caught, Beto straightened up a bit.

“And... What would that be, sir?”

“... Your number, maybe?” There was a long silence that hung in the room. At first the other man felt it was due to it being a ridiculous request, but as he saw Beto’s already red face grow redder, he knew it just needed a moment to process.

“... W... We can... Trade...” Oh god, was that stupid? It felt a little stupid as Beto watched the man snort out a laugh, but when he took the notbook from his hands and started writing, suddenly everything shifted. The two of them wrote on the same piece of paper, Beto being careful to rip off his number and hand it over to the kind man.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you around then, Beto..” The waiter’s knees felt weak as the man smiled, god he smiled with his eyes, they just lit up the whole room in such a quick moment.

“W—Wait, what’s your name?” He called right as the man reached the door, another pause before he came back with that smile. He wasn’t taller than Beto, but in this moment the waiter felt like they were on the same level as his heart skipped a beat.

“Lucas Beckett. Everyone calls me Lu though.”

“... B... Beto Perez...” The two of them stood there grinning for a while, and when satifsied Lu nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, already turning for the door “I’ll see you around, Beto. Let me know when your schedule is free, alright?”

“Sure thing..” And just like that the handsome man was gone. He needed a bit to blow his nose and wipe up his face, but there was a new excitement in his body that he couldn’t describe. Mr. Lucas Beckett... Beto’s mind was swimming with ideas about him, and for a moment he wondered if it really happened, if the man was truly thinking of him like that.

“Hih’tSCHHhhhh!”

Apparently so.

[costellos]

…some asks so far—

asks received between Aug. 27 and Aug. 30!

anonymous asked: Hey!! Just in time, I'm on the plane now hehe. It was a really fun trip. I liked getting to see the sand dunes. I kept my eye out for identical rocks (luckily there were none!) I've flown a lot before but never by myself and it always makes me nervous, so i just throw myself into the arms of comfort characters haha. I hate the middle seat but I'd gladly squish in the middle if Kak and Pol were on each side! 🥰

yay! I’m glad I was able to respond to you before you took off! and oop,, my bad for misreading the situation haha. that sounds like a lovely trip regardless. if you don’t mind my asking, where did you go? did you go with any friends?? I’d love to fly somewhere remote so I’m insanely jealous of you rn!!

anywho, that’s a good way to think of it! just wrap your arms in between their own. make yourself into a Kakyoin / Polnareff sandwich. now that’s the way to travel. 🥪

@ndouls-understudy-cane​ asked: I genuinely think 100 Gecs fuckn SLAP so if bae started playing Stupid Horse 👁👄👁 G I R L - I'm already blushing bro 😳😳😳

imagine ur favs playing 100 Gecs for u..... they just b like “hey Frab check this out” and start BLASTING Stupid Horse. I would be blushing with you. so romantic. oh to be N’doul’s partner listening to 100 Gecs while holding his biceps...... #thelife.

med school anon asked: Oiiii thanks for the tag bro! Also i haven't suggested him to watch jojo because i fear when he reaches part 5 he would be able to see just how much he resembles Ris (which i don't want), anyways all of that stuff is now on the backburner cause he has multipe surgeries lined up this week (some of them might strech to 18hrs) and i have to prepare thoroughly for my internship interview and final paper. So in short we both are pretty stressed out....

Umm... i am that med anon, i just wanted to say that if ever ask something publicly by mistake please don't post it cause many people from med school follow my tumblr, and i most definitely don't want them to see This!! Thanks! Anon out😂

ofc!! but booo, that’s disappointing. good luck on your interview and final paper, though!! those are never fun to focus on, but you got this! please remember to take breaks and drink water. and while you don’t need me to tell you that med school is difficult, I can tell you that I believe in you  💖

and I got u! I’ll be sure to avoid sharing your personal if that happens. thank you for sharing all your stories in the meantime!

💘 anon asked: i finally started pt5!! i’m ready to simp

YEEESS GIRL PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK (it’s no secret it’s my fav part hhh). chances are you’ll really dig it if you liked Stardust Crusaders. however, character backgrounds are much more fleshed out and the spotlight is pretty equally shared amongst the cast. keep me posted!

anonymous asked: Hi sorry would you mind terribly if i asked you if you could please tag something like x reader or long post? If not its fine! Im so sorry i hope it doesnt bother you

not at all! there’s nothing to apologize for. thank you for bringing it up. 💕 I can totally tag “long post” for you. I don’t tag “x reader,” though, since like 95% of my written content are reader inserts as it is. if this is something important to you, please just send me another ask and I’ll include it, no questions asked.

[myouwos]

yeah, in my country it's rly hard to buy games constantly bc of the high prices, which is sad cause gaming is like one of my biggest hobbies but hhh oh i'll be fine btw! not the first time i got into this kind of confusion and certainly not the last, unfortunately 😔 yay, you're almost done!! i'm sure the last misanayeon chapter is amazing, can't wait to read it 🥰🥰 how are you? i hope your day is going well! pls take care alright?? rest a lot!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗 - 🌸

"i'm sorry i'm sending another ask but i just read the last chapter and AAAAAHH i do want to just say something while i'm in the moment.. 🥺🥺🥺 i'm sure i said the same thing before but their dynamic is just so good and so interesting!!! i just really liked how it went and was surprised in the best way by the end!!!!! i know it took you a while but i just hope you know your hard work paid off, cause it was wonderful, as always 😭 thank you once again for another amazing story 💜💜💜 - 🌸"

that must be really annoying yeah, especially since i consider them to be pretty expensive here already so i can't imagine how much they cost where you're from😭

so happy to know you enjoyed the fic, it means a lot to receive such kinds words from you🥺❤ their dynamic were really fun to write although sometimes a bit hard and i'm happy to know it turned out well- or at least i hope so sksk thank you so much for reading all of this, it was pretty long because i didn't want to rush it🥰 love youuuu<3

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

You can't wake up this is not a dream

Summary: The Winchester siblings have always relied on each others for years. But has the years passed they made a small family. Years and years of fighting monster have brought them to the town of Derry. With fight a creature that is not of this world have to the Winchester finally met their match?

"So has anything else strange happened besides children going missing?" I asked. "Well something strange happened like 20 miles away a few months ago." Stan said. "How strange?" I asked. "Are you sure you wanna know it's super strange." Eddie said. "Trust me I've probably stranger." I said. "You probably never heard of the Creed family have you?" Stan asked. I shook my head. "Well moved to Ludlow during last summer. The road they lived on was rather dangerous. Semi trucks would have go though at all hours. Everything seem ok up until Thanksgiving." Stan said. "Well what happened at Thanksgiving?" I asked. "Well Mrs. Creed and the two kids were away apparently visiting her parents in Boston while Mr. Creed was at home when their neighbor called. The daughters cat was hit and killed by a semi." Eddie said. "Poor thing. But I have a feeling that this is about to go south fast." I said. "Mr. Creed and their neighbor went to bury the cat but the cat came back to life." Stan said. "Well maybe it wasn't really dead." I said. Both Stan and Eddie shook their head. "No the cat was dead. He didn't come back the same it was meanie. Apparently they buried in some curse Indian burial grounds." Stan said. "How cursed?" I asked. "Apparently the Indians cursed some sorta of creature to forever roam the grounds." Eddie said. "The story if the creed family gets worse." Stan said. "How worse?" I asked. "Well they were celebrating their daughter's ninth birthday when a game of hide and seek went horribly wrong. Semi truck crash and the load it was carrying became unhinged. It hit the girl killing her." Stan said. My hand covered my mouth in shock as tears formed in my eyes. "Oh my god." I said wiping a tear that fell. "Mrs. Creed took the son to her parents while Mr. Creed took care of things at home. He went to cemetery and unburied his daughter." Stan said. "He buried her in the burial ground didn't he?" I asked. "Yes." Stan said as the bell rang. "Who do you have next?" Eddie asked. I took the piece of paper out of my bag. "Um Mr. Andrews." I said. "I have him with bill. I'll show you." Stan said. "Thanks. You don't mind finish telling me about the creeds do you?" I said. "No problem." Stan said. I smiled. The three of us left the class and I followed stan to our next class. "How often do you get to be around kids your age?" Stan asked. "What do you mean." I said. "Well it kind seems like to me that you don't hang around kids your age very often." Stan said. "You're an observant person stan. Yeah you're right I don't get to spend alot of time with kids my age." I said. "Why? If you don't mind if I ask." Stan said. "No it's ok. It's just my brothers line of work doesn't really give much if a social life outside of it. I do mostly all of my schooling online." I said. Stan gave me a sad look as we walked in the classroom. Stan walked over to a kid that was already sitting in the back of the classroom. "H-hhh-hee hey st-sst- stan who's ttt-thhii- this?" The boy asked. "You must be bill. I'm y/n Wichester. I'm the girl who hit Patrick Hockstetter." I said. "Yyy- you ddii- did?" Bill asked. "Yes I did. He grabbed my ass so I punched him." I said as noticed Patrick walk into the classroom room. "Y/n." Stan said nudging me. "It's ok stan I'm not afraid of him and you guys shouldn't be either. Do you mind finish telling me about the Creed family?" I asked. "W-wwww- why AAA-aarr- are you teee- telling about them?" Bill asked. "I asked him and Eddie if anything else strange had happened." I said. "Well he did bury her in the burial grounds. She came back. But like the cat she didn't come back the same. Mrs. Creed came back with the son and saw what Mr. Creed did and tried to leave but the daughter killed her. Then she killed Mr. Creed. Apparently the daughter buried them in the burial grounds too." Stan said. "What happened to the little boy?" I asked. "No one knows." Stan said. "Eddie mentioned a creature roams the burial grounds. What creature?" I asked. "A wendigo." Stan said. I felt the breath leave my body. "Are you sure? You sure it's a wendigo." I said. Both Bill and Stan nodded. "Why do you seem unfazed?" Stan asked. "I mean wendigos don't exist right." I said pulling out my phone sending a text to dean saying I need the keys to the impala I can get my laptop. Of course he sent a text back asking why. I sent one back saying I'll explain later. "Y/n?" Stan said. I broke out of my train of thought. "Sorry what?" I asked. "You seem deep in thought." Stan said. "Sorry my oldest brother wanted to know how I was doing." I said. "It was kinda weird timing with the whole wendigo thing." Stan said. "Yeah weird timing." I said laughing alittle. I would need to send a text or try to call Crowley. “I’ll be right back.” I said to Bill and Stan walking up to the teacher. “May I use the restroom?” I asked Mr. Andrews who gave me a nod. I left the room and rushed to the nearest girls room to call Crowley. 

Once I entered the restroom I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and called Crowley. “Yes my favorite chipmunk?” Crowley said. “Hey I was wondering if you could release one of my hounds in about an hour or so?” I asked. “Why?” Crowley asked. “Well Sam, Dean and I are working a case here in Manie and of course they sent me to the local high school to get more info on the case. This kid grabbed my ass so I punched him giving him a bloody nose. I going to get my laptop from the impala during lunch and I don’t want him or his friends to get me.” I said. “Consider it done.” Crowley said. “Thanks uncle Crowley. I’ll send you a text right before.” I said. “Think nothing of it my favorite chipmunk. You going to need all the protection dealing with those idiot brothers of yours.” Crowley said. “Love you two.” I said. “If those boys give you more trouble give me a call. Love you more chipmunk.” Crowley said. I hung up on Crowley and left the restroom as I bumped into Dean. “How come your not in class?” Dean asked. “Relax I just call Crowley asking him to release one of my hounds at lunch when I go get my laptop from the impala.” I said. “Why do you need one of them?” Dean asked. “Incase that creep or his friends try to do anything else.” I said. “Guess I should give you the keys now. What did you find out about the case?” Dean said as he handed me the keys. “It’s about a possible wendigo case in Ludlow.” I said as I took the keys. “A wendigo.” Dean said. “From the story I was told it doesn’t sound like a normal wendigo case to me.” I said. “Well fill me and Sammy in later if it is a wenigo lets call Cas and maybe Crowley to help us out. Now get back to class.” Dean said. I nodded putting the keys in my pocket and walked back to class. I just needed to get through one more class before lunch. Which was Social Studies. Thankfully Stan showed me where it was. I sat alone in the back till a girl with long ginger hair sat down besides me. “Are you the girl who punched Patrick Hockstetter?” She asked as she sat down in the desk next to mine. “I am.” I said. “Most people don’t think you exist.” She said. I let out a laugh. “Of course they don’t. Y/n Winchester.” I said as I held out my hand. “Beverley Marsh but you can call me Bev if you want.” Bev said shaking my hand. “Ok then Bev it is then.” I said. “So why are you in school for three days?” Bev asked. “My Brothers are idiots.” I said. Which made Bev laugh. We spent the rest of the hour talking then finally the bell rang for lunch. “You hungry?” Bev asked. “Not really my uncle wanted me to call him during lunch.” I said lying. Bev nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit.” I said pulling out my phone and sent Crowley a text as I made my way outside to the impala. 

When I walked outside I say that Amelia was right outside the door disguised as a Doberman. “Hey girl. You ready to protect mama.” I said as I kneeled down to pet her. She licked my face. “Come on girl.” I said getting back up and started to walked to the impala that was parked a crossed the street. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the diver side door and then unlocked the doors. I opened the backdoor on the driver side. Before I grabbed my laptop I looked around to make sure none of the bowers gang decide to surprise attack me. Amelia was sitting in front of me watching guard. I grabbed my laptop from under the backseat and I grabbed a piece of beefy jerky giving it to Amelia. “Good girl.” I said as I scratched her ears. “Excuse me young lady what you doing?” A voice said causing me to jump. I looked and saw a cop. Amelia started to bark. “Amelia hush.” I said. “What are you doing outside of the school dear?” the cop asked as he stepped closer to me. “I was just getting my laptop out of my brothers car.” I said as I stepped back not feeling comfortable. I looked at his name tag and saw the name bowers. I’m guessing this was Henry’s dad. But as I stepped away from him he stepped closer to me causing Amelia to growl. “I’m sorry sir I have to get back to my brother.” I said. He grabbed a piece of my hair and moved it exposing my tattoo. “That’s an interesting tattoo.” Officer Bowers said. “Thank you sir. Now I really have to go. Come Amelia.” I said grabbing Amelia's collar walking away from officer bowers. But he grabbed my arm. “How old are you?” Office Bowers asked. “Let me go?” I said as Amelia transform into her hellhound form making officer bowers let me go and I ran back into the school breathing heavily.

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