#[☁] ; [the wonderful cloud // cloud // me]

[cloudsuniversencharacters]

*Ames was taking a nap in her bedroom, cuddling her Cloud plushie in her sleep. Such a smol, cute bean doing such a cute thing in her sleep ^^*

@the-plushie-friendships

Cloud came into Ames' room quietly, not wanting to disturb or wake her up. Seeing Ames sleeping, Cloud couldn't help but smile softly.

Cloud snapped his fingers with an idea and took out some sort of book before going through the categories that were on the left of it like bookmarks before landing on the sub-category 'Lullabies' and looking at the endless, various of options of lullabies he could choose.

[ishikawayukis]

HOSHI COVERING DAY6 THAT IS FOR YOU 💗💗💗

AL I KINDA FREAKED OUT WISH I WAS JOKING LMAO meltdown aside he did SO good really captured the emotion of the song, and honestly day6 songs are so hard to cover because all the different voices give the songs so much texture, but he truly truly did so well gonna have it on repeat

[cloudsuniversencharacters]

"Oop- sorry, didn't mean to scare ya' Ames." Apologized Cloud, setting the presents down along with the rest. Oh hey, he even brought his brother Cumulus here.

Entering inside Ames' room, Cloud held up an bunch of presents for her 13th birthday, some floating beside him while his other friends and fiances behind him.

“Happy Birthday!!”

*Ames jumped a little, having been playing when they all entered*

“EEP!!”

[its-elioo]

A/n: Wanted to write a one-shot about one of Celine and Dogday's bonding moments.

Story occurs after he was saved and she put his body all back together.

Idk if Dogday is a little bit ooc here but I tried my best.

Probably missed some grammar mistakes.

Their relationship is completely platonic.

Slight mentions of trauma.

Hurt/comfort

Sun and cloud duo 🌤️

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While the girl placed several fluffy pillows and thick blankets on the floor, her most loyal and newest friend Dogday watched closely from behind in a kneeled position. In the meantime, Kissy Missy and Poppy scurried around the factory, searching for any additional soft materials to enhance their sleeping spot. As the human kept on making a giant comfortable bed, Dogday spoke out of the blue, “You know… I never really got your actual name, Angel.”

She smirked, “I thought the nickname you gave me was going to be my official one from now on.” Dogday glanced away in embarrassment and the female slightly patted his arm to reassure him, “Hey, it’s alright, I like it. It’s sweet.” she replied with a soft smile which caused the tall canine to turn his face towards her again, ears perking up by her gentle tone, “But to answer your question-“ she continued and kept on arranging the pillows, “It’s Ci, short for Celine.” he tilted his head at her in wonder as he listened, “I prefer the nickname more because it’s easier and sounds less formal but… It doesn’t matter to me what you decide to call me.”

The mascot dog stared at the ground for a minute, as if he was in deep thought, his tail wagged back and forth when he repeated her name in a whisper, “Celine…”

All of a sudden, he let out a low chuckle. The human rolled her eyes at him, “Oh, c’mon. It’s not that bad.”

“No, no…” the smiling critter replied, waving his paws, “It’s just- it makes so much sense now.”

Celine raised her eyebrow in confusion, “I don’t follow, big guy.”

“Heavenly.” he spoke, “That’s what it means…” the girl was looking at him in surprise due to the information she just received. She never realized the significance of her name until now. Dogday responded with a warmer voice, ”Guess you really are an Angel that has come from above to save us.”

She shook her head and her lips faintly curved up, “Nah, just a regular human. But thanks for the compliment.” when she made the final touches, she lifted herself and wiped her hands, “Alright, think it’s finally done. Care to try it out first?” she directed to the puddle of softness on the floor and the giant orange dog gladly accepted the offer. He made a big stretch and moved to it on all fours. As he observed it and walked in a circle, he finally settled down, “So? What do you think?” she asked out of curiosity.

“I must admit… it is very comfortable.” he replied softly and sighed, he definitely looked more relaxed, “Thank you, Angel. You didn’t have to.”

Celine shook her finger, “Ah, ah, ah. None of that.” she took one of the blankets, “You really thought I’m going to let you sleep on the cold ground? Not a chance.” afterwards, she put it on top of him and reached out a tentative hand to scratch him behind the ear, feeling the softness of his fur under her fingertips, “Take a rest, D.D. You need it.”

After being treated so cruelly by the feline he once called his best friend, he never expected someone to show him such kindness and compassion. He melted into her touch, feeling comforted and safe for the first time in a long while.

To Dogday’s surprise, his savior got up and headed towards the doorway, the canine immediately lifted his head and ears, “Wh-Where are you going?” he questioned apprehensively, near to the point of letting out his pleading whine for her to stay.

“I will keep on watch for Catnap.” she said and put her hand on the handle, but before she could open it-

“The whole time…?” he asked with a mix of confusion and desperation, grabbing her attention again. A wave of panic and loneliness washed over him. He wanted to run after her, to beg her not to leave him alone, a huge sense of abandonment weighed heavily on his heart, mind racing with doubts and fears. What if she didn't come back? What if something happened to her out there?

She shifted her gaze towards him, “Well, one of us has to stay alerted.” the poor dog stared at her with a pair of sorrowful pitch-black eyes, tail thumping against the tile floor, eagerly yearning for her attention with its mournful expression.

The smiling critter thought for a moment until an idea popped into his mind, “I-I can listen for him while we are both asleep.” he suggested timidly, hoping his offer would be considered.

Celine crossed her hands with a hint of skepticism evident on her face, “You can do that?”

“It’s a small ability we dogs have.” Dogday admitted sheepishly, “Don’t worry, I will wake you up the second I hear someone approaching. Besides, you need rest as much as I do.” his human companion hummed back and wondered about his proposal.

Muttering under her breath, she rubbed the back of her neck and glanced away, “It has been some time since I took a proper break…” a desire for relaxation and peace seemed to envelop her, the weight of exhaustion settling on her shoulders. After a few seconds, she sighed in defeat, “Okay then, I’m counting on you.” the canine’s tail began to sway in joyful anticipation, scooting away to give some space as she made her way over. Dogday laid his head on his big paws while watching with a tender gaze how she was getting comfortable closely beside him. Celine rested her head on one of the plush cushions and let out a weary exhale, “Can’t believe I fell for the puppy eyes again…” she playfully remarked and rubbed her temple, the large pooch chuckled slightly at her comment, “You wanted a cuddle buddy, didn’t you?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Maybe…” he murmured in embarrassment.

She laughed and gently caressed his paw, “Just don’t let me sleep for too long, okay?”

“Of course.” he responded with a gentle nod, his action a silent vow, “You have my word.” once affirming with sincerity, she nestled her face into the pillow and closed her eyes, embracing the familiar warmth and sweet vanilla scent emanating from the mascot's body.

As Dogday stared at her for a minute, protective instincts stirred deep within him. Very slowly and cautiously, he lifted one of his paws and wrapped it around her in a shielding gesture, “Sweet dreams, little Angel.” whether it was his imagination or not, he was the only one who could see the shimmering halo hovering above her head and the feathery white wings resting on her back.

A profound bond existed between them – he, her devoted guard dog, and she, his cherished angel, forever intertwined in a unique and heartfelt connection.

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[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | sixteen.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.0k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, minho x oc have a big conversation and everything gets laid out, flashback to the hospital, flashback to that night, crying, yelling, arguments, brief mention of the accident but nothing too descriptive, this chapter is big sad and i'm truly sorry in advance 😞

You sit at your desk and look at the pictures hanging on the wall above, everything finally settling in your head and clicking for you.

You don't have pictures of Minho because of this falling out. 

Because of whatever happened.

You still don't know the details, and you still feel a bit afraid. But, after a few days, you feel like your head is clear enough to talk. You shift your attention back down to your phone, reading the unread texts from your friends. Your heart drops a bit when you see Jisung's texts, reassuring you that they never meant to hurt you. He apologizes time and time again for not pushing on this right away, and he promises he'll work to fix everything.

It's the next text that gets to you, making you let out a soft sigh as you slowly grab your things and mentally prepare for your day ahead:

jisung: i know minho hasn't texted you, but he's only doing that because he wants to respect your space until you're ready. i know he's worried about you, and he wants to fix this however he can. we all do, cielo.

When you gather the courage to step out of the house, you find your uncle watering his garden— picking at a few cherry tomatoes and blueberries. He tosses them into a silver mixing bowl, completely turning over his shoulder when he feels your presence behind him.

"You're home?"

"I'm just working from home for a bit."

"To watch me?" You tease with a playful tone. Your uncle chuckles and shakes his head, slowly setting aside the hose in his hand.

"Yes and no." He chuckles.

"Well, I'm glad you're home for a bit." You give him a small smile, holding your bag close to your side.

"Are you heading out? Pottery studio?" You shake your head and sit on a nearby chair.

"No. Not today."

"Mrs. Pak?" You shake your head again.

"I see her tomorrow. She closed up shop to attend a wedding." You subtly nibble on your bottom lip before following up. "I'm gonna see Jisung and them. To talk." He nods slowly and places his hands on his hips.

"Well." He sighs. "I'm glad you're going to. I just want you to know that they never meant to hurt you by doing this. It might be a lot for you, but take your time with it, okay? Your friends care a lot about you, and I know they will understand."

"Mm, yeah." Uncle Adrian watches as you comfortably look up into the sky, daydreaming while the clouds drift by. He remembers the night this happened, the night that Jisung came to him— basically pleading for him to just give you time with this, all of this.

That they would help you and take care of you.

He was hesitant. But, he let it happen.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT AT THE HOSPITAL

Jisung steps outside and takes a breath, letting the cold air seep into his bones. He digs his hands deep into his pockets, sitting on the closest bench right outside the main hospital entrance. It's been a few days since you woke up, but Jisung still hasn't been able to process everything that's been happening.

You don't remember him.

You keep him at a distance.

You want nothing to do with him.

And it hurts. He knows it's not your fault, but it hurts. It hurts to see you this way, it hurts to see how much everything has changed in the blink of an eye. 

He sits, quietly watching the people that pass him by— wondering what their stories are like, and what they could possibly be here for.  Who were they here for? What were their loved ones here for? Were they okay? Jisung could ask all the questions plaguing his head; anything, really, to keep his mind distracted.

"Hey." Jisung is pulled out of his own mind game when Uncle Adrian takes a seat next to him on the bench, also letting out a small sigh just as he gets comfortable. "You doing okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Jisung looks at him with a tiny, toothless smile. "Sorry. I just needed to get some air."

"That's okay."

"I'm trying to process everything, truthfully." Jisung rubs his hands together, staring ahead. "It's alot."

"I know."

"She doesn't remember me. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to move forward with her." His head falls, and Uncle Adrian can't help but feel his heart drop. He can only imagine what he's going through and how lost he might feel— Jisung was glued to your hip, and knew you better than anyone [even more than your family]. Having his bestfriend be his other half to suddenly having a severed connection; it must be awful, painful.

"Give her some time, she will get there."

"But, what if she doesn't?" He's afraid to ask because he would never doubt in your ability to overcome this, but he does have to fairly consider every path here. What if you don't? What if this just remains the same and you will continue to treat him differently? The last thing Jisung wants to do is force you into anything that will make you uncomfortable. 

"She will. She will take some time, but she will. I know she will." 

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." Jisung digs his face into his hands when he feels the tears beginning to prick his lids. "I'll be there for her every step of the way, but I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't want me there. She's the only thing I've known, you know? She's my bestfriend and I feel so stupid for letting her leave." He mumbles but Uncle Adrian is able to catch on. Jisung finally looks up at him as the tears continue to stain his cheeks, eyes tired but soft. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault."

"It's not your fault, it's not Minho's fault. It's no one's fault. Unfortunately, this is just life. Things happen, and it isn't easy."

"Still." He says softly. "I'm sorry. We never meant to hurt her."

"I know."

"I'm going to do everything I can to help her get better."

"I'm sure she'd really appreciate your company either way." Jisung shifts his attention to the night sky for a moment, wondering how else he could really be of help to you. The last thing Jisung wants to do is hurt you, so he plans to avoid it. He plans to make sure that doesn't happen. 

"Uncle Adrian, I don't wanna hurt her more than I feel like I have. I really don't. I feel like I didn't do enough to protect her or anything, and I need to do better." Jisung returns his attention to him. "I don't think I should tell her about all of this right away."

"All of this?"

"Her and Minho. Their fight, the accident. Kat." Jisung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Everything about them. I just don't want to hurt her. Not when she's adjusting and getting used to the world again." Uncle Adrian sighs and slowly nods, his attention now on the two children being playful and walking alongside their mother. It almost reminds him of how sweet you and Jisung used to be, how attached, fun. He knows Jisung means well, and he knows he would do anything to keep you safe. But, he wasn't sure if this was the way to go.

"I understand. But, don't you think it would be easier for her to know earlier than later? I mean, I know you mean well. I'm just afraid that it'll be harder after she's gotten used to you guys again."

"No, I know. We'll tell her eventually, I don't plan to keep it from her for a long time. I do plan to tell her. I just—" Jisung sighs. "I just want her to feel okay right now. That's all." Uncle Adrian's hesitancy continues, he sees the way Jisung is pleading through his eyes and he knows he can trust Jisung to help you, take care of you.

Chan, Seungmin.

Even Minho, though he has his reservations with him after everything. He would never hold a grudge against him, and he knows he is only human. He hopes he will learn from this and do better with you overall.

They will take care of you.

"What about everyone else?"

"I'll tell them."

"Okay, Ji. But, please take care of her. I'm trusting you to take care of her. All of you. Don't wait too long."

☁︎ END

"Need a ride?" Your uncle chimes in again, pulling you away from your daydream.

"No." You smile. "I'll be okay. I think." You stand to your feet and shrug. "Should probably get going."

"Text or call me if you need me to pick you up."

"Okay. Love you!" You call out as you turn on your heel and start walking out.

"Love you too." Uncle Adrian continues to watch you until you walk out of the side gate, letting out a worried sigh as he tries to imagine how everything will go down. He knows you'll be hurt, there's no doubt about that. He knows you'll be hurt because you had just been settling with everything, everyone, Minho. He knows you'll be hurt because of the love you have for him, because of everything you two have been through.

He hopes the only answer from here on out is growth.

He knows you'll navigate this well, though. And he knows Minho will, too. As with any guardian, he was upset with Minho for hurting you. But, he too, doesn't hold grudges. And he knows how much Minho means to you — accident or not. He believes in the opportunity to grow, he believes in the opportunity to learn from mistakes.

It will all be okay. Even if it takes time.

He knows it will all be okay.

To give yourself a little more buffer time, you take the bus down to Jisung's place. It's a bit of a ride, quite the detour, but you figured it could help you gather yourself together before arriving to their place. You plug in your headphones and silently listen to the music for the entire ride over. No matter what, you promised yourself you would give yourself time to process everything alone. You promised yourself you'd put up your boundaries until you were ready, you promised yourself you would let things fall into place how they should.

But you also promised yourself you'll cry, you'll feel the sadness, anger. That crying was okay, that your feelings were valid— no matter how many times you'd go through the cycle.

Once you've reached your stop, you hop off the bus and head further down the street before turning the corner and spotting the house. All cars seem to be out front and it suddenly makes you feel anxious. Maybe you shouldn't have told Jisung you were gonna come and talk about everything. Maybe you needed another day—

No.

You needed to do this instead of pushing it off. It was time to rip the bandaid, time to deal with re-opened wounds.

You dust yourself off before knocking on the door a few times. You hear Jisung coming down the steps, doing a light jog to the door before swinging it open. 

"Cielo." He says softly with a smile. He welcomes you into his arms and you take the hug— admitting that you did miss your bestfriends. 

"Hey." He gives you a silent nod.

"You okay?"

"I think so."

"You sure?" You nod.

"Mhm." You look around the house. "Where's Minho?"

"He's out back." Jisung looks at you. You give Jisung a tiny smile of acknowledgment before walking out to the backyard. Minho is sitting on the outdoor couch, leaning onto his knees as he looked out into the backyard. He's pulled out of his thoughts when he sees you step beside him, giving him a small smile.

"Hey you." He reciprocates the smile.

"Hey." You say lowly as you take a seat next to him, legs brushing against each other and Minho continues to lean onto his knees.

"You doing okay?" He shifts in his position and keeps his eyes on you, patiently waiting for your response. 

"Mm, I'm not sure. What about you?" He shrugs.

"I'll be alright."

"So.. can we get to the bottom of this and what Kat meant? Can you tell me what happened between us?" He lets out a heavy sigh before nodding. You silently sit as Minho begins telling you everything— starting from when you guys met in high school and got close through Jisung. He talks about how he started really developing feelings for you during your junior year in high school, shyly chuckling when he rencounters how he blurted it out and told you at the mall. It starts off sweet, and it really becomes difficult to imagine Minho hurting you. When that part finally comes, you feel yourself crumble— bit by bit, piece by piece.

"And then came a time where I thought we had run our course." He looks at you, shaking his head as he bites his bottom lip. "I was wrong, clearly. But we had been arguing and fighting about so, so many things. The smallest of things that never used to matter, mattered. And I was so confused, we didn't feel like we were going anywhere except backward. For the longest time, I wasn't sure how to fix us. And it frustrated me to the point where I gave up trying to figure it out. I got tired. You seemed tired. It all went to shit really quickly." He returns his attention to the grass, the tree. "I got close to Kat and—" He shrugs. "Truthfully, I was infatuated by her. I caught some feelings for her when we were going through it. And I just.. ended up leaving without thinking much about us. I called you and asked if we could talk. I told you I felt like we ran our course at first, but then you knew something else was up. So, you asked and asked about Kat until you finally got it out of me."

"Oh." Is all you say, your head dropping a bit as the information settles. Yeah, you were not expecting Minho to hurt you this way. 

"After that, we broke up. Kat and I had a thing going on for a bit. Jisung was mad at me for a long time, rightfully so. I stupidly realized how much I couldn't be with her, no matter how hard she tried to keep me there. I tried to give it time, but I couldn't do it. She ended up being someone who was there for me,  but that's all it came to. Someone who filled the void, I guess." He shakes his head. "I ended things with her, we slowly worked on us over time and we got back together after you felt like things were okay between us and until you were ready."

"Hm." You hum, fiddling with the hem of your top. You're not really sure what else to say right now. But, it sucks. It sucks because this entire time, Minho has made you feel like you were his number one, his top priority; his main priority. Which, sure. That's probably how he feels after everything. However, there was once a point in life when you clearly weren't— when you were second choice, the next best option; a priority at convenience.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I could tell you all about how I was wrong and how shitty it was, because it was wrong and shitty of me. I'm still learning from it, but you also needed to hear everything as it happened. Without any bias whatsoever."

"Yeah. It does hurt, I'm not gonna lie. And I can't even imagine you being the one person who could hurt me like that, who could treat me like that after all those years. I just.." You sigh. "I opened myself up to you, I laid my feelings out. I gave myself to you. You were safe, like home. And I'm not sure what I feel anymore. That's probably what hurts the most now." The tears are stinging, pricking your eyes, as you stare at him. Minho feels like a dark, cloudy day, and it hurts to look at him. You can't even imagine all the things you felt in that moment, how Minho could easily dispose of you [and Kat] like nothing. "What happened that night of the accident?" You ask him, quickly wiping at your tears. He lets out a shaky breath and licks his lips, not responding to you right away. "What happened that night, Minho?" You repeat more sternly. Minho feels the tears pricking his bottom lids the more he stares at you, but he licks his lips and lets out a sigh— tackling this head on.

"We got into a big argument over Kat." His voice wavers. "You saw her name pop up on my phone and asked why Kat was still texting. I tried to tell you that we weren't really talking, she was mainly asking for advice on something. I—" He pauses before he rambles on. "We blew up on each other, and it didn't help that we had been disagreeing again recently. You pretty much told me you were done. Which, at the time, I didn't really understand why it was a big deal. I let you leave even though I knew I should've tried harder. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that knowing how you felt about her. I was stupid for it, and I'm sorry. I never meant to make it seem like I chose her, and I was so stupid for it." He repeats.

"Were you officially seeing her after I woke up? I remember seeing her in the café upset, and it's all starting to make sense now."

"We weren't officially together, but I had been seeing her."

"Since when?"

"You were in the hospital." You nod just as he pauses, letting out a shaky breath just as the tears continue to heavily flow. "B-but, I cut her off for good. I'm done with all of that—"

"It doesn't matter because you're still wrong." You pause to barely look at him. "You're still wrong because you did choose. You did choose her, Minho. You don't even realize how loud your actions speak." Before you know it, the tears are steadily streaming down your cheeks and your first reaction is to cry into your hands.

You cry, you cry, and you cry.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | NIGHT OF THE ACCIDENT

You sigh as you finally plop onto Minho's bed in his shirt, fresh out of the shower. You cross your legs and begin to scroll through your phone, with Minho walking in shortly afterwards— running a towel through his wet hair. He tosses his phone onto the bed near you before grabbing the remote to flip through the shows on Netflix, internally debating on what he could put on for the rest of the night to keep you two occupied.

"Anything you wanna watch?" Minho continues to flip through Netflix while he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Mm, nothing that I can think of. I'm down for whatever." You continue to scroll through your phone, eyes shifting to Minho's when it lights up. Of course, you can't help but pay a bit of attention especially after Minho and Kat had their fling. It still leaves a little sting when you think about it, but you've finally found it in your heart to forgive him, them. Though, it doesn't mean you'll forget.

You won't.

But, all that growth, all that slow healing, entirely goes out the window when you see her name pop up in his notifications again. You immediately see red, your palms instantly getting sweaty— anxiety bubbling in your gut. It doesn't matter what she says because you feel sick, and it doesn't help that you two hadn't been on the very best terms lately.

You want out.

"Baby, did you hear me?" Your eyes slowly flicker and meet his when he turns over his shoulder to look at you. Minho instantly catches onto the shift in your mood, the vibe in the room suddenly feeling cold, distant. His eyes dart to his phone when another text pops up, making you stand from your place on the bed and dash over to his closet where a few of your own clothing items sit. "Babe, what are you doing?"

"Don't talk to me." Minho quickly grabs his phone and glances at the texts, letting out a heavy 'fuck' when he realizes why you're acting the way you are.

"Hold on." He stands, gently grabbing your wrist just as you grab a change of clothes. "Wait, listen to me. Please. Y/N."

"No." You snatch your wrist out of his grip and brush past him, changing in another corner of his room to create some distance.

"I can explain—"

"Can you?!" Your tone slightly raises as you turn to him with a glare. "Kat is texting you and you think you can explain that?"

"Yeah, I can." Minho matches your tone, following by a low groan. "I swear, it's not what it looks like. She was just—"

"You sound really fucking pathetic right now."

"Just listen!"

"I'm leaving. I don't have time for this." You grab your things after throwing on your jacket, rushing out of his door and into the hallway.

"Y/N, don't jump to conclusions right now—"

"I don't care!" You turn, raising your voice even more. "You know how I feel about her, Minho! Why the fuck is she still coming up on your phone? After everything that we've been through, you think an explanation is supposed to make me feel better?"

"She's the one texting me because—" 

"You didn't think to block her? Cut her off completely?" You cut him off again and scoff. 

"Can you stop cutting me off? You're so fucking stubborn."

"I'm stubborn?" You chuckle. "Yeah, okay. I'm done with this. I'm not doing this again. You told me all this shit about trying and fixing—" You babble on, incredibly angry to the point where you just want Minho away from you, to the point where you don't want to be in a relationship where your anxiety is constantly bubbling because of her. 

You want out.

"What the hell is going on?" Jisung comes out of his room, confused over the two of you getting into an argument in the hallway.

"I need to get out of here."

"It's storming outside, Y/N."

"And?"

"Can you not be like that? It's not safe."

"Don't really care." Minho sighs again and runs his hands through his hair.

"Alright fine, whatever. Do you then." Minho throws his hands up in defeat.

"Of course." You scoff again as you slip into your shoes.

"Y/N, he's right. Can you just stay? It's raining pretty hard. You can stay in my room if you want, I'll sleep downstairs." Jisung adds.

"I don't think so."

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why don't you ask him, Ji? Maybe him and Kat can tell you more." Jisung gives Minho with a certain look before turning back to you.

"Let me at least drive you if you really wanna go home."

"It's fine, Uber is already outside." You throw your hood over your head, not sparing the two another look as you swing the door open. "I'll just text you tomorrow, pachi." You lowly respond before slamming the door shut.

"Dude, seriously?" Jisung turns to Minho. "What is she talking about?"

"Kat texted me but it really wasn't anything. She was just asking for help on something."

"Okay, but doesn't she have friends she can ask? Why is she still texting you?"

"I swear I never initiated it or texted her first. Y/N wouldn't let me explain. I wasn't going to respond." Jisung sighs heavily.

"Look, just give Y/N some time to breathe."

"Maybe I should just go to her house."

"No, give her the night. You two need to talk with clear heads. I'm sure it'll be fine once you explain to her, but for real. Do better and just delete her number. Block her. Anything is better than nothing." Jisung replies just as he pulls his phone out to try and text you. 

jisung: text when you get home pls. it's really bad out there. you should've just stayed.

You sigh at the text even though Jisung played no part in this. Truthfully, you're just mad at Minho and projecting it on everyone and everything right now. You're almost home, and the driver has been taking good care of you on the ride home so you don't find yourself being too worried in the storm. 

But, you do feel like you should have stayed.

You bring the phone back up to text Jisung back. You start typing away until the driver starts to obnoxiously honk his horn before swerving. 

"Sir, i-is everything—" You try to ask when he swerves, the oncoming headlights blinding you and cutting everything to black.

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"Y/N. I'm so sorry." Minho tries to reach out for you, but you shake off his grip and step back; not wanting to be in close proximity to him right now. "I should've told you sooner. I should've done so many things differently. I shouldn't have let you leave. I should've just been honest about Kat from the beginning." He repeats as he continues to race after you.

"That doesn't matter now. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I was afraid to. I was afraid of losing you again. But I know that was—"

"Minho." You cry with a slight whine, hands going up in defeat. "Did you think I was too weak? I could've handled this, you should've thought about me first." You point to yourself. "I wouldn't have thought of you any differently if you had just been honest with me from the beginning. Things might have played out differently, but you are still my bestfriend. We don't do things like that to each other." You look at him, then Jisung. "You should have told me. I should've had the chance to move on, on my own."

"Y/N, you just woke up. I didn't want to ruin it for you.. I-I-" Jisung stutters a bit as he feels the panic settling in. "I don't mean to add onto it, but I just wanted you to be okay, I didn't want too much to be thrown at you at once."

"Jisung, you don't get to make those decisions for me—"

"Y/N, please. This all happened because of me and stupidity, Jisung was just—" Minho tries to chime in.

"No." Your eyes shift back to Minho when you cut him off. "None of you get to make these decisions. None of you. You don't get to hide things from me. Not when they matter the most. Don't you get it? I've trusted so much of myself into the both of you— all of you— after the accident." The tears start flowing again and you feel like the ground is about to cave in below you; like you'll continue to fall into a black hole, continue to sink to the unknown depths of the ocean water. "I trusted you because I felt safe." Minho feels deja-vu hearing you say this because it's not the first time you've said it.

And it's not the first time he failed you.

"I'm sorry. It's not his fault. It's all because of me." Minho's eyes are red even though he's been trying to hide the fact that he's been crying. "I'm sorry that I couldn't keep you safe, and I'm sorry I put you through this. Y/N, if I could go back in time and change all of this, I would. Just know that I would do anything to fix this, no matter how much time and space you need." You shake your head, bottom lip trembling as the tears threaten to spill again.

"Maybe I really can't do this at all. I can't be here, around you two." You respond before rushing out the front door. Now it truly feels like deja vu because this reminds everyone about that night in particular. The only thing that's different is the fact that it isn't raining, and Jisung rushing after you once you've stepped out of the door.

"Y/N, no. No." He gently grabs you by the wrist. "You're my bestfriend and I'm not letting you slip away again." You look at Jisung and somehow, some of the anger dissipates. Part of you truly does understand why Jisung might have done this, but the rest of you wishes he could've given you a chance to learn and grow on your own. Who knows what you might've felt in the beginning? Maybe you would've been a bit upset, but you don't think you would have looked at Minho any differently. Or, maybe you would've, but you would've been able to act appropriately, figure things out on your own. At least [in a sense], you would've taken the proper time to grieve and say your peace to that part of your past— move on accordingly, however that looked like.

Instead of this. A mess.

Now, you don't even know what you feel for any of them.

For Minho.

Maybe it was a sign from the universe that you two didn't belong together after all, and that kinda fucking sucks. You have so much love for him that runs deep; you're not even sure where to begin processing this.

Minho was the last person you expected to hurt you like that.

"Pachi." You say close to a whisper. "Please let go of me. I need some time away from you. From all of you. Please let go of me and at least give me this." Jisung pauses before you feel his fingers unwrap from your wrist, head dropping as he lets out a defeated sigh.

"You know I'm only a text or call away if you need me." He says. "I really am sorry, cielo. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel this way." You don't really respond to him. Instead, you tug on your bag and run to the bus stop— one that can take you to the only safe place you know of right now.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end picks up after 2 rings, the tears still streaking your cheeks.

"Can you meet me?" Your voice trembles as you try to keep your sobs to a minimum in the back of the bus.

"Let me know where. I'm leaving right now."

⇢ 16.5 [cloudy days]: here

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Cloud looks over at the Minus Gang's house, and his eyes widen in shock and disbelief. The house he once knew was now bloodied and destroyed. It took quite a toll on him, but one question remained in his head. Where were the others?

Devastation was confused on what happened, and where they were. Although, he was not very smart and bright, he knew danger when he saw it… a little bit. But, he's got this in the bag, probably.

Cloud.EXE looks around, squinting his eyes at the land and terrain around him. Well, this looked a little related to his world and he wasn't too sure who was here. But, he could probably take them.

Cloud, Devastation, and Nepophanes get teleported to The Minus Gang.EXE universe. Falling and then plumping to the ground with a thud.

Cloud gets up, shaking his head and coughing out dirt from his mouth before rubbing his eyes and looking around confusingly.

Devastation stops his fall by just floating, looking at Cloud and checking to see if he's alright, dusting him off.

Nepophanes lands by Cloud, making muffled grunts and angry sounds before popping his head out the ground. Once he sees Cloud, he gets happy and hugs Cloud, seeing him for the first time.

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*Everything seemed to be normal, only the sky was a deep red and the minus gang’s house, which the trio had been dropped infront of, was bloody up and destroyed*

[rubberduckrobin]

Hey hope your having a great day!

I was wondering if I could request a story with Shane x Male reader? maybe just them slowly falling in love over time.

Thank You

-🐭

Hey, Anon!

Thank you so so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it a lot!

It turned out a bit long...so what I'm going to do is post it in 2 sections: parts 1, 2 & 3 and parts 4, 5 & 6. This is section 1. I'll link section 2 at the end :) [or you can just find it after this post].

Sorry for the complications! But I really hope you enjoy (and anyone else reading too!)

For my AO3 pals: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214880

To fall for someone. - Shane x M! Reader

Summary: On a dreary repeated day, Shane finds something that can finally make him feel free; or rather, someone.

Note: R/N means Reader's Name.

TW: Deep topics & alcohol usage, mild profanity

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Shane’s perspective throughout.

Part 1: A repetitive day meets a new end.

Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual. 

Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.

The sky through the back windows, gloomy and grey, as are my own dull eyes; I watch the clouds swirl, threatening thunder. 

I sigh. 

A walk home in the rain; a way to dampen the already shitty mood. 

One more minute until I finish my day - the day I have been living for an entire year. 

It’s always the same; the shelves, the clock, the darkness. Everythings the same, and nothing has changed…I can’t stand it. 

What’s the point?

The clock ticks 5:00 and I'm off. My bag, light due to being filled with nothing but empty beer cans, slumps over my shoulder as the automatic doors open reluctantly.

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Life is getting tedious. What’s the point? 

If I have to wake up everyday and do the exact same shitty thing, every. single. day. Then why am I even here? I’m not helping anyone and I’m just a burden. 

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I feel heavy. My bag is light but I feel heavy. Everything hurts. 

I stumbled out of the saloon at exactly 11:00 PM.

11:00PM.

The same as usual.

Everything hurts and is heavy. As usual. 

Looking up at the sky, I watch a solitary bird amongst the midnight black and I can’t help but wonder if that bird has a purpose too. 

I can’t help but wonder if anything has a purpose. 

And that’s when I see him. 

Watching the same bird. The same sky. But smiling. I’ve forgotten how to smile, how does it feel?

I’ve never seen this guy before. Somehow…it feels refreshingly new. 

Promising.

But why?

What’s the point?

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Part 2: Like a moth to a flame.

He sees me. And I feel warmth.

I don’t know how it's possible; I'm in my usual shabby, thin and lint ridden clothes, shivering, watching the sky, in cold, cold rain yet somehow…I feel warmth. 

I shouldn’t want to find out, there’s no point. But somehow, a part of me wants to know more about this stranger, and the fire they started in my heart, whatever my heart is for.

Whatever my heart is for, it longs for them and I can’t deny it. I’m alone in the rain with my consciousness, but then they are here, with me, and my emptiness, even my hidden sadness, and I can’t help feeling like I want to know more. To feel more. More warmth. 

“Ahem. You’ve been staring for quite a while.”

I ruin everything. Of course he’s going to run away and maybe it's for the best.

“At the sky, I mean. But, I guess you've been kinda spacey around my face region.”

This man. He laughs and a blazen passion is sought in my heart.

“Oh…uh…yeah.”

As my only comfort, I bring my hands to my pockets, hands quivering as frostbite makes its way up my fingertips to my palm.

“Nice weather we’re having.”

I can’t respond… It’s meant to be funny, and I'm meant to laugh, but I haven’t laughed in ages…whatever ‘ages’ is, anymore.

“Not into sarcastic jokes? Huh…kay’. Got it…how about…dad jokes? You seem like you like them.”

My only response is a grunt as I turn my back to him. 

He’s trying to cheer me up - he’s too sweet for me. Hurting someone sweet would only make things bitter and worse. For the both of us.

I distinguish the flame in my cradling mind and heart, and go home.

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Part 3: Why does the sun come out every morning, and the moon to shine at night?

Waking up is difficult, but not impossible. I’ve done it for years. 

I need to work. It’s the only way I’m useful.

What’s the point?

I don’t know, but today is no different. I put on the same clothes and head to work.

Well, I tried. 

There he was. Outside the house, sleeping on the grass. 

“What on earth are you doing?”

I watch as he wakes violently, confused and drowsy. 

“Huh? Oh…huh?”

“…” It doesn’t matter what I say or do. However, somehow, I care for him alot more than I have ever done for someone, especially myself. “Were you drunk last night?”

“Probably. And you, Mr. Handsome Hangover?”

I don’t need to hear more. I shouldn't put more effort into my curious care. Plus, I'm going to be late.

I turn my back once again and walk down the path. I can’t allow myself to think such things.

To my half-annoyance, I hear the sound of footsteps.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“To work. Now go away.”

“What if I said no?”

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 There he is. In front of all of the staff, including me of course, introducing himself.

Why.

“Hello! Nice to meet you, and pleasure to be working with you.”

The staff here aren’t the nicest of people so they disregard his warm welcome and immediately shuffle off to work. I don’t blame them. I know what its like working in a corporate shithole for years.

We’re here for work, not for pleasantries. 

I’m just about to join them, when he approaches me.

“Sup. That was a surprise, wasn't it!” he holds his hand out to shake, “well, as you know, I’m (R/N)”

“I don’t care, go away.”

I do care. I really do. I just can’t be bothered for a relationship of any sorts. Its enough having to maintain one with Jas and Marnie. I just…can’t. 

They are already concerned and I don’t want to be a burden to anyone else.

“Oh, yes you do! You stared at me for a good five minutes before you ran off.”

“Stop.”

I begin to distract myself with the shelves I am so familiar with. I can hear the silence and vacancy of this new…bothersome man. 

Looking over my shoulder, I notice he’s hard at work. Huh. Quite surprising. Not completely. People like him are very strong. Mentally, that is. They can put their mind to anything and get it done just fine. I guess one of the things he put his mind to was socialising with me, nobody. I wonder why. 

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“Huh? Oh, cause’ you seemed lonely.”

What’s a better place than the saloon to coincidentally meet someone you’ve been trying to avoid and ignore all day in order to save both of your sanities all at once. 

And an even better place to make a fool of yourself by asking why he approached you the other night, especially when a little tipsy.

Lonely? Do I really look lonely? I never knew it was that…obvious. 

“Oh.”

“And may I ask, why did you walk off that night?”

He says, leaning in, like the devil's temptation, a shot glass dangling seductivley at the tips of his fingers.

“Because.”

“Because?~”

“Because. Now let me be alone.”

“All right.”

Thank god.

“But just one thing.”

Ugh.

“What’s your name?”

I lost my nametag for work a while ago. 

“Shane.”

“Nice to meet you, Shane.”

Why must it be that the warmth seeks my lonely heart instead of those who deserve it?

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Another lonely night in my cold bed. I can hear the wind howl, smell my unwashed odoresome sheets, taste the pungent biting liquor from tonight’s round and see nothing but the moonlight filtering through my tattered blinds.

I can feel the tears on my cheeks but It doesn't feel like I'm crying.

I’ve forgotten what crying is, because I've done it so often. I’ve also forgotten the feeling of stopping. 

One of my only escapes is the drinks. 

I need another one, soon, before it becomes more than just a distraction.

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SECTION 2: PARTS 4, 5 & 6

[dirty-bosmer]

"Bold the Facts" OC Game

tagged by my wonderful friends @throughtrialbyfire @thequeenofthewinter @miraakulous-cloud-district @lucien-lachance @mareenavee Thank you <3

tagging: @atypicalacademic @memaidraws @gilgamish @wispstalk @skyrim-forever @chennnington @justafoxhound @ladytanithia @kookaburra1701 @elavoria @sylvienerevarine @sheirukitriesfandom @burningsilence @snowberry-crostata @flymmcargo And whoever else wants to join in :)

For my HoK Nim and my LDB Syl. A snapshot of their lives and personality at whatever point they currently are in their stories.

Not gonna confess as to how long it took me to format this 😅

Nimileth

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (or more like she just escaped 🤷‍♀️)

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children (more or less) / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings (RIP everyone she ever loved lol) / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual ♦ leader / (begrudging) follower / in-between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between / highly contextual ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful (😭)/ unknown / highly contextual

✧˖°. BELIEFS

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes (like I guess, why not?? also this is so funny in the context of TES) / no / don’t know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent /good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

Sylawen

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual ♦ leader / follower / in-between / don't talk to me I'm doing my own thing ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between / highly contextual ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between / highly contextual ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / highly contextual

✧˖°. BELIEFS ★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking does necromancy count? ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes sure I guess / no / don’t know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent /good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

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(For Cloud, Boyfriend and Girlfriend)

*Ames was sneaking around, wishing crown on her head. She was planning to do something mischievous >:)*

@the-plushie-friendships

Cloud was in his room with Nimbus and Strato doing their own separate things, Cloud was just playing on his GameBoy Advance that he summoned with his spellbook, having a grand ol' time. Strato and Nimbus had their back turned, Strato with the bored expression while Nimbus was occupied in his own activity that he was fond of: stitching.

Meanwhile, Boyfriend was practicing his rapping skills in his room with of course, his Girlfriend helping him with his vocals.

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Once their heads were out of the water they would see someone in the distance, which was none other than Cloud. Who was taking in the scenery out of curiosity. Hopefully this doesn't end bad.

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Julie, ICD, and Redacted.AVI are teleported to a world... in the sky.. falling until they plunge in a lake. Welcome to the Gamin' Verse now >:)

Julie (the Cat), Sonic.ICD and Son_ic.REDACTED.AVI_ all plunged into the lake HARD. Julie and .ICD were moaning and groaning in pain, REDACTED.AVI_ just bled out some ink and that was it. He just got up like nothing really happened despite his little injury

"Agh... God damnit! Where are we?!"

"_It appears that... We got teleported into a... new world of some sort._"

"Welp, that's weird! And here I was complaining back there that we weren't getting into much 'adventure' lately... Guess I was wrong-"

[novelizt]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!

You make me smile everytime I open Tumblr 💙

Taylor Swift's music (+romantic music in general)

Fanfiction & Books (Obsessed with the Broken Heart Series and Heartless ATM)

Writing!!

Butterflies!! Especially blue ones.

Blue skies and fluffy clouds ☁

OFF I GO!!

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2023-08-07 "100!" Tereblog #100 [ENG]

Thank you for your hard work today, I’m Nogizaka46’s 5th generation Member Ikeda Teresa!

With this blog I have reached 100 individual blog posts 🙌🏻Thank you for always coming to read these awkwardly worded posts… m(_ _)m

It’s kind of being a while but this is kind of a nostalgic picture… I don’t even know when I took this picture.

Talking in front of people, I’m not the kind of person to voice my thoughts but through my blogs I feel as though I can write a lot and people can read about how I feel and I’m very thankful for that. Thank you very much.

Right now during the Midsummer National Tour I’m able to meet all of you in person, and starting in September the online meet and greets will be back so I hope you’ll look after me m(_ _)m

It’s summer.

I feel like gigantic clouds are a symbol and a representation of summer ☁ Before I knew it, it was already August.

This half year was kind of long.

I started doing my individual blogs starting in February of this year, around the same time as the “kokoro ni mo nai koto�� MV shoot… Personally I feel as though this song was the turning point in my Nogizaka activities.

I secretly took this picture.

Zetsubou no Ichibyou mae.

Band-aid hagasu you na wakarekata

17funkan

And finally Kokoro ni mo nai koto.

I have so many memories of all the 5th generation songs. They were a lot of fun, there were also many difficulties, but because of all of that I’m able to be where I am today.

On top of all that all of you have been indispensable to me and will always be!

During this single as well we also received a 5th generation member song and I’m very glad although, I wonder how I’ve changed through my activities, and I’m worried and anxious about how I will change over the course of this single as well. However, since I have all of you I know I’ll be fine

I found a lot of Sakamichi (slope) marks. Please continue to look after me ˊᵕˋ

#tereblog #100!

[storyofpetals]

[cloudsuniversencharacters]

Cloud nods slowly, he was alright but that was just a façade. He walks by Blue, going to the living room and going towards the kitchen. This was growing more and more suspicious... maybe Blue and MB have to investigate this.

[@cloudsuniversencharacters]

Cloud and The Minus Gang were sleeping in their house, in this new universe. But, little did they know they would get a surprise 'Visitor'. Cloud was sleeping on the couch with a TV remote in his hand, it seemed like he was watching TV and dozed off. However, MB was in the living room too sleeping.

-Cloud

Well, there wasn't much happening, apart from a sleeping MB on the couch-

[stargazing15]

Hi!

Writing hiatus (I basically just used to write Top Gun: Maverick) - I don't know when or if I would resume

English is not my first language

This is an 18+ blog, please put your age in your bio!

Please don't copy, translate or steal my work

You can read them also on my AO3 (but I'm mostly behind on posting there)

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♥ fluff

⚡ smut           ☺  happy ending

☁ angst           ☹ sad ending

Daddy's para commando; ♥

Always been you; ☁♥

Mister grumpy chicken; ☁ ♥

You're cute; ♥

Can you save me; series (finished) ☁ ♥⚡

Little rascal; ♥

When I'm not around; ☁⚡

Now that we meet again; ⚡♥

What a wonderful wedding; ♥

It's for the better; Part I, ☁ ; It was for the better; Part II, ☁ ♥

Rainy days; Part 2; ♥

That ain't an upgrade; ☁ ☺ 

Girlfriend; ⚡

I'm Sorry; ☁  ☹ 

I did something stupid; ☁  ☺ 

It's in his eyes; ♥

A dad Jake blurb; ♥

Dad's Shirt; ♥

Let's fight the dark clouds and let the sun shine; ☁ ♥

Beautiful angel universe this was not supposed to turn into a series but it did:

Beautiful angel;⚡♥

Cosy cuddles; ♥

Letting go; ☁

Oh how I was wrong; ☁

Hello again; ☁♥

What a timing;

Worth the wait;

[or0ch1maru]

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏. 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗♡´･ᴗ･`♡

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ “𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔.’’ 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. “𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔.’’ 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍.

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“Y/n.” Said Pain, dragging your name out much more than need be. “Join me for a moment, will you?” He questioned as he walked past you in the kitchen, heading towards the side door that leads to the gardens. You dropped the knife you were using to spread butter on your toast, abandoning your midday snack on the plate. You joined your leader in the hallway, making your way to everybody’s little oasis. Outside, the afternoon air warmed your skin, being so used to the cold of the underground that you call home. The sun shone bright, way above the clouds, calling for a perfect day.

“You’ve made such wonderful progress over these many months you’ve been with us.” Began the red head. “But, I’m seeing one stump that hasn’t budged and I would like for you to push your limits. Just a little more…” he spoke with passion, and empathy. Something rare and unexpected from your usually ruthless master. “What might that be, my master?” You asked after a moment of silence. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, waiting for some form of reply. He turns his head quickly, facing you now. “Let your guard down.” He spoke with purpose, catching you a little off guard. “I can’t..” you reply back forlorn. Remembering the hardships and betrayal you suffered when you were young, knowing what happened the last time you let your guard down. “Please y/n…we are your family now. It’ll take time but I know you can do it. We’re here to help you, not hurt you. Remember that.” Continued your leader. “No.” You replied back through a quiver, forcing back the tears that are trying so hard to fall. You’re never one to get upset like this, but talking about your past and what you did, is the fastest way to change that. And that’s why you always refuse. “Let your guard down. You need to break.” Spoke your leader. “Pick anyone of your choosing and they will make you crack.” He continued. Through gritted teeth, you tried to sound strong, and willed but it came out nothing of the sort. “The last time I let my guard down, I was manipulated, lied too, tricked, and cheated into loosing my family.” Your breaths come out short and quick, sounding like you just ran a marathon rather than speaking.

“I know that..” began Pain, resting both of his hands on your shoulders, leaving you two at arms length. “What that person did to you was despicable. Especially at that age and I’m sorry.” Your masters purple eyes staring deeply into yours, trying to read the waves of your emotions, trying to send signals to help relax you. “Please y/n. I never ask for anything.” He comments. This is true. Despite having him request you to join his organization, he’s never asked you for one thing. The help you give to him and the rest of your teammates is all on your own free will and time. You know how much help you are on missions with your powers and expertise. “This is the only thing I request from you child..” he continues. “I had the same conversation with Itachi. I told him to choose one person to assist him in letting his guard down and he did. That person is now his partner. You can pick anybody, including myself if you wish. Everybody here is open and understanding.” Continues Pain. ‘He’s right’. You think to yourself. During the time you’ve been living here, you’ve seen the way your members act with each other. The way they get angry around others, or the way some cry in front of other people or simply laugh in the company of others. Deep down, always wishing to have that connection with somebody. At least one person.

“Fine.” You finally say after another moment of silence. Pain’s arms drop as he slides his hands down your biceps, then over your forearms and finally, onto your hands. Where he holds them gently in his. Bringing both your hands up so that their level to his chest. He squeezes them gently but firmly, a gesture of appreciation that you’ve seen only one other time before. “Thank you. Take as much time as you need for this.” He says after giving you his thanks. He gives you one final glance before letting go, disappearing behind you and back into the compound. You walk towards the pond, listening to the sounds the small waterfall that was formed naturally gives off. Dropping down into the soft grass, you begin to meditate, eyes closed, shoulders relaxed as you clear your mind, going over the pros and cons of each member, finally settling on two possibilities.

“You don’t mind?” Says a voice from behind you. Your eyes open and you turn around to see the giant of a man named Kisame. “Your company is appreciated..” you say awkwardly, trying to take Pain’s pleas into consideration. “Wow. That’s a first.” Comments the shark like man, who’s now lowering himself into the grass beside you. “Let me guess, you got the same ‘talk’ that Itachi got right?” He asks. “How did you know?” You reply back. “Well, Besides having a keen sense of smell and great eyesight, I also have really good hearing abilities.” He explains as he chomps down on an apple. “Of course you do.” You remark, leaning back against your palms. Shutting your eyes once again but not to meditate, but to take in your surroundings. Listening to the flow of the water, the birds chirping above you in the trees, the obnoxious chewing of your teammate. “Have you chosen someone yet?” He asks suddenly, his curiosity poking at the surface. “Hm. I have two in mind.” You reply after taking in some air. “May I?” He asks. You pop open your left eye, watching him from the corner, he takes another bite from the crispy fruit that sits in his large hand. “Deidara and -.” Is all you manage to mutter out before the air is filled with a deep, hearty laugh. “Deidara?! Really?!” Asks Kisame as if you were crazy. “What? I get along with him well enough.” You reply back, sounding slightly irritated that he’s making this much fun over your own personal choice. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He’s just so…arrogant.” Continues Kisame. “We’re the closest in age here. I’ve never had an issue with him and we work well together.” You explain to him. “Mmf. I never thought of it like that kid.” He says, chucking the apple core off into the distance, hitting the ground with a soft and faded thud. “Ugh. Why does everybody call me kid around here. I’m not the youngest…” you groan out. Being 22 years of age, you do look younger than most. “Sorry. I got used to it because of Deidara. I forget you’re older than em.” He replies back nonchalantly. He mimics your posture, leaning back against his palms, looking at the view in front of him. “Who’s your other option?” Kisame asks. You inhale deeply before letting some air out of your lungs. Thinking to yourself that hopefully, he doesn’t make fun of your answer. “You.” Is all you say. “Really? Me?” In his tone, you can tell he’s surprised, shocked even. Kisame and you haven’t shared much words before today. This being the most you’ve spoken to anybody, let alone him.

“Yea..I’ve heard and seen how much you’ve helped Itachi and thought ‘why not?’ It can’t be that bad.” You say. Focusing your on breathing. “I’m honored.” Kisame remarks. He sure sounds it.

You spent the rest of the early afternoon in the grass, sitting beside Kisame. Chatting about different topics, learning bit by bit about each other. Favorite colors, and activities, all of that stupid mushy crap you refused to tell anyone because you thought it was pointless. “May I ask why you’re so..closed off?” Asks Kisame randomly in between topics. “Pain doesn’t tell us much when it comes to new members, leaving that to the person themselves. But it’s rare they last that long sometimes.” Replies the shark. You’ve heard the stories of the many faces who’s joined the Akatsuki, the many backgrounds and powers that have come through here. Some left on their own accord, while others…risked their lives for the group, leaving this world to protect the ones who took them in. “It’s a bit of a blur, really. I tried blocking it out as much as possible. I feel sickened at the very thought of it.” You answer back, watching the fish swimming below the surface. “It’s okay. You can tell me another time, if you want.” Says Kisame’s shrugging his shoulders. “Thanks, but I think-I think I’m ready to explain what little I can remember.” You speak slowly, thinking of your words carefully. You glance up at Kisame, who’s beckoning you with his eyes to continue. “My old mentor. Taught me everything I know now, among a few other abilities. He wasn’t the most conventional Sensei but he was mine, and I didn’t care. I was happy to finally become a ninja, and follow in my parents footsteps.” You begin. “As I got older, he became deranged. That’s the best word I can use to describe it. His behavior changed, he was erratic. Made what now sounds like crazy remarks and ideas sound like music to my ears at the time.” You continue. “Well…around the age of sixteen, and after being in the Anbu for a while thanks to him, I resigned, wanting to continue on with my training. We picked up where we left off and things were good for a while. But then his ideas became the darkest, and they warped my mind. Causing me to make the biggest regret.” You come to a stop, trying to remain level headed as you explain. “After who knows how many months of manipulation, deceit, and lies..I killed my parents. My Sensei told me it would make me more powerful, it would be testing my power, mentally and physically since my father was the most successful and looked up to person in my village. But my trust was misplaced. He abandoned me after I did what I did and I’d been on the run for three years before Pain found me at nineteen.” You say, wrapping up your tragic story, expecting Kisame to turn a blind eye to you and not wanting to help you anymore.

“You and Itachi are so similar. In many ways, I see that now and I understand why you both are so guarded. The people you trusted most, destroyed you slowly over time.” He finally replies, your shoulders relaxed, surprising you because you didn’t realize that you tensed up. “This was a start, and I am proud that you spoke up about this to me.” Kisame continues. His sentiment surprises you, the monster of the hidden mist being kind..What’s shocking you even more is how easy talking seems to be with him, it’s almost as if you changed over the time span of a few hours.

“I’m looking forward to more of this.” Kisame says as he holds the door open for you to head back inside, a sudden downpour ruining your outside time. You can’t find the right words to say so you reply back with a small smile. Kisame joins you in the kitchen, continuing on with your earlier conversations. He watches as you toss the old bread that’s now soaked through with butter from being left out so long and watches as you start over with fresh pieces. “Do you always eat like a bird?” He questions with a raised eyebrow. You scoff playfully, chucking a piece of bread at him. You watch as he stretches his arm out and catches it, scarfing the piece in one swallow. “No. I don’t always eat like a bird. I give myself one light snack during the day between meals.” You reply back honestly. Lately though, you’ve been skipping meals, or saying you ate already when you haven’t had anything. This caused you to lose some weight, and you’re pretty sure that he caught onto that somehow. “Hmm. Well I’m cooking dinner tonight so I better see you eat more like a shark than a bird.” Replies Kisame, his tone sounding light, but stern just the same.

“You mean, eat more like you?” You reply back jokingly, one eyebrow sitting higher than the other as you watch his actions from your remark. “Whatever you say little thing.” Replies Kisame, now from beside you. His fingers running themselves over the crown of your head, playfully messing up your hair. ‘Little thing, huh?’ You think to yourself. Getting a nickname from Kisame is like getting a medal from a coach, it’s something that’s earned, not just given. It’s something to rejoice and be proud of. You move out of Kisame’s way as he begins working on dinner, finding a cozy corner seat at the small table in the corner of the kitchen.

“𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕..𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎..’’ 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 ‘𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝’ 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

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