#( I am sorry if this is very long and very chatty ^^;; )

[chaoticxbeast]

@raptorprowl

A van screeched to an aggressive stop next to them, and Donnie leaned out of the window with a little wave. "Hey guys. Hop in! Raph, you get in the back. Guests get to sit in the front."

"You just wanna show off the new computer, don´t you?"

"Well yea. And I think you mean Kusanagi. That´s her name you know."

"It´s not a she." Raph said, and got into the van, and took a seat behind the drivers-seat.

"That´s not up to you. She can be a she..it´s 2024." Don said.

To humans ( or to anyone who didn´t know them ) Don looked a lot like Raph, but for those who had a keen eye, their differences were several. Don was shorter, had a smaller, less stocky build and in general softer features. Looking a lot like a typical nerd, with headphones around his neck, a pair of black glasses on his beak, and a fannypack on his belt for extra storage. He also had a kind, honest and open expression on his face, and as a younger voice, as if he was a late bloomer. Nothing about that seemed to affect his self confidence though.

The van has space for about seven people, but three seats had been taken out to make extra space for storage. The inside of the van was pimped up with lights along the floor, modern sturdy leather seats ( that seemed easily customizable to make more room, or to turn around, if needed ) lot of little trinkets Don was working on, some bananas, anime stickers and toys from various popular anime shows, but most of all the high tech dash stood out.

The dashboard contained a long touch screen that stretched across the dashboard. The screen was buzzing with information, on things like reports on traffic problems, some news updates, text messages from Splinter, to a live map with twitters from the police, and some kind of AI; that looked like a green female form that slowly spun, floating in a fetus position. She looked just like the protagonist from the ghost of the shell anime movie. Yes..it was a naked lady.

"My name is Donnie. Nice to meet you. I like your style, it´s cool!" Donnie said with a smile, offering to shake Nero´s hand."

"Master Donnie. There is a stranger in the van. A human." The computer said.

"That´s right." Donnie patted the dashboard proudly, before swiveling the wheel. "Great job on noticing Kusanagi."

"Thank you." The computer replied, updating its memory in response to the positive feedback.

"Is there any problems in traffic right now, Kusa?"

"Give me a moment. Scanning.."

"Sure" Don said, contently.

"There is a traffic jam across George washington bridge."

"Do you have to chat with the van like it´s an actual person?" Raph said impatiently. I mean it´s cool with a computer and all but."

"Raphael, I am an actual person." The computer replied, and Raph rolled his eyes"

"Don´t mess with her, Raph, she´ll remember this you know. You don´t want her not to like you.. Anyways shut up for a moment, I need ask her for the best route to the junkyard."

"Memory updated. State which junkyard."

"Maybe you should get some more actual friends Don."

"Noted. Master Donnie should get more actual friends." The computer repeated, and Raph laughed.

"Big junkyard and Autogallery." Donnie then glanced back at Raph, turning the car. " Raph I´ve got more friends than you." Don said, with a little laugh."

"Noted. Master Donatello has more friends than Raphael." The computer replied, updating it´s memory.

"Remind me to work on your programming later, because I can´t let Raph fill your memory with his lies."

"Noted. Fastest route to ...big junkyard and autogallery is ready."

[edrurysz]

ooc. Seeing other people on the dash rb shippy memes and mourning because

a) Too new here to have any ships, rip

b) Shipping??? With Helaena? Is bound to be interesting. She does not love Aegon as more than a brother, but she still would have hangups about remaining faithful to the vows she took (even if Aegon doesn't...).

Considering that she has only had Aegon as her basis of comparison for both ''''romantic'''' and sexual interaction, she wouldn't really think it's something desirable to seek anyway. Something to be endured, rather. Not that she views herself as particularly attractive either (nor does she care much about that; she doesn't put much merit into any sort of outward appearances - there are other aspects of herself that she likes just fine, comeliness need not be one of her strengths), since Aegon certainly seems to have little interest in her.

She may have heard stories of chivalric romances and thought them beautiful as a child, but probably thinks that they are just that....stories. Certainly there was no love to be found between her own parents; marriage was a duty for them as well.

Not to mention she is very reserved with her inner self and affections, and is ever slow to show them. Anything with her would be the slowest of burns & require quite a bit of patience. And trying to imagine what might even garner her interest in the first place also gives me pause. Kindness, maybe, and a willingness to understand that she will sometimes be distant, resistant to all forms of physical affection at times, and be willing to listen to what she says without censure or goading.

But again, she would not seek out a romantic connection of any nature on her own 🤷🏽‍♀️

[babygirlmurdock]

A Moment of Serenity

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt comes home from a rough night as Daredevil, only to experience one of the most intimate moments of his life.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None! A whole lotta feelings though!

a/n: This is inspired by that one reddit post called, “My girlfriend washed my hair today” and it’s one of the most Matt Murdock posts I’ve ever read. There’s not a lot of dialogue which is out of my comfort zone because I love being chatty! But anyway, I hope all my “someone give Matt Murdock a hug” gang enjoys!

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It was late at night. You must have fallen asleep on the couch waiting up for Matt to make sure he got home okay after his night out as Daredevil. Your eyes slowly opened and you took a minute to adjust to the bright light from your phone. 2:27 am. God, he’s never out this late. You started to collect yourself from his couch and walked to his bed wrapped in his soft plaid blanket. You were almost to the bedroom when you heard the rooftop door open and felt a bit of the cold breeze of late autumn air.

“Hey,” you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice was soft, probably due to the fact that you haven’t spoken in a few hours. You looked up at Matt adorn in his red Devil suit. His chest slowly rose and fell as he made his way down the stairs. He didn’t speak. Just gives you a small smile as he removes his gloves and cowl. He sat down on the stairs to remove his boots and you made your way over to him to caress his face and kissed his forehead. Usually when Matt kept to himself after a long night, that meant he didn’t want to talk much. Which, you respected. If you were out bloodying gang members and other sorts of criminals, you wouldn’t want to talk about it either. You stepped back as he stood up to move towards his closet and noticed Matt wincing in pain as he reached towards the back of his suit to unzip himself.

“Oh, here, let me help you,” you put the blanket on his arm chair and made your way over to him to the back of him to unzip his suit. You peeled the suit over his shoulders so he didn’t have to lift his arm or move his body much.

“Thank you,” Matt whispered to you. You hated seeing him in pain. You immediately noticed his new scrapes and bruises on his ribs and back. He stripped down to his underwear and put his suit back in the trunk and pushed it into the closet and gently shut the doors.

“You’re welcome,” you said back to him as Matt made his way over to the bathroom. You heard the shower start. You listened to the shower door open until you made your way to the bathroom as well to join him. You undressed yourself and opened the shower door to be met with a very mopey Matt. He reached for the shampoo as you grabbed it from his hands.

“Let me do it,” you said to him. You moved yourself so now your back was hitting the water and Matt’s back was facing the tiles. You squeezed some of his shampoo in your hands and you started to lather it in his hair. Matt’s eyes fell shut and his shoulders slumped a little at your touch. He needed this. You can tell he had a really bad night. He wasn’t angry at you, he was more so angry at himself. Cursing himself for not putting somebody in a coma tonight. Matt’s hands were resting on your waist as you massaged the shampoo deeper onto his scalp. His eyes were shut as he was fully indulged in you. Listening to your steady breathing and heartbeat helped him with nights like these.

You took the shower nozzle off the holder and began to rinse Matt’s hair. Your gaze was soft on him. Admiring the beauty he holds. God, he’s so beautiful. You were so lucky to have him. You used your fingernails to lightly scratch his head. He let out a soft moan chased by your name. You put the shower nozzle back and grabbed his body wash. Lathering it up in your hands, you begin to massage Matt’s upper body, being careful around his new injuries. You trailed gentle kisses along his shoulders and chest.

“I’m sorry you had a shit night, Matt,” you expressed to him as his empty gaze fell upon you. His eyes were glossy. Almost like he was fighting back tears. “Are you crying? Am I hurting you?”

“No,” he scrubbed his face with his hands. “I’m just so used to people who are cold with me. I’m not used to this kind of thing.”

“Oh,” you were caught by surprise. Matt was always so kind and gentle with you. He understood your feelings more than anyone ever could. You can’t imagine how anyone could be cold to him.

He cupped your face, your eyes met his. You and Matt have been intimate with each other but nothing came close to the intimacy you two are sharing right now.

“I love you. So much. I am the luckiest man alive. You take such good care of me, and I don’t think there are enough words in the English language to express how much I am in love with you,” Matt said directly to your face. Tears stung your eyes. You always knew Matt felt this way about you, but you never heard him say he was in love with you. You blinked away any tears trying to escape your eyes and Matt’s lips met yours with such delicacy and care. Like he was handling a rare flower.

You pulled away, “I always knew the Devil had a sweet side,” you slyly said. “I love you more than anything in this world, Matthew. You deserve every single ounce of love and care I give you. Even though your brain makes you think otherwise.”

Matt kissed you again, and again, and again. Until he was peppering kisses all over your face. He kept on reminding you how much he loves you. You had a feeling he wanted to spend the rest of his days with you.

You two finished up the shower and made your ways to bed to go to sleep. You climbed into the sheets after brushing your hair. You laid your head on Matt’s chest listening to his heart as you both drift off to sleep.

[tichiox1]

Bill kaulitz☆ headcannons (with nsfw)

Word count:560

Sorry yall i was thirsty and bored

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Sfw

☆-When you two met you two instantly clicked like puzzle pieces before you knew it the both of you started to become friends .

☆-Bill started the first conversation (he's chatty ) you were tense and nervous at first i mean why wouldn't you he's Bill Kaulitz!!

☆-The favorite thing you two do together is either shopping or just talking to each other about anything (gossiping).

☆-Bill sometimes ask for your help with writing songs and translating it to english (he wants it to sound good in both!!).

☆-But before you realised it you started to have feelings for Bill , He's always so sweet and nice about everything but he's also a menace .

☆-Bill was the one who confessed , The two of you was just watching Tv and hanging out and he just dropped the bomb and blurted it out .

☆-"I like you" He suddenly said and you were like "Huh" (but of course you accepted but it was very unexpected).

☆-Tom's really happy for Bill ! He sometimes makes jokes that he's not gonna be a virgin anymore infront of everyone which makes Bill flustered.

☆-Bill's public about his relationship with you which makes some fan girls sad and some of them bad mouths you but you don't care (At least you got your mans).

☆-Bill writes songs about you!!

☆-He likes to go on dinner dates with you and watch movies at home after.

☆-He likes cuddling , he doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or little spoon he just wants to hold you.

☆-He makes you wear matching bracelets or rings with him (It's really cute ngl).

☆-Even when you aren't looking you sometimes feel him looking at you and smiling.

☆-Holding hands ✅✅

☆-You sometimes hug him or kiss him before he performs (he gets really nervous).

☆-If you don't like the Paparazzi he'll take off his jacket and cover you with it .

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Nsfw

☆-He likes to make out with you after performing .

☆-He's really sweet in bed but also very kinky(Chains , collars , blindfolds , handcuffs , ect) .

☆-He likes to take his time , not that rough but if he's extra sexually frustrated buckle up and get ready.

☆-When he makes out with you there's always tongue if it's heated then expect it.

☆-Whenever you two make out he leaves alot of hickeys like a shit ton of it all over your neck , collarbone , shoulder ect(Mans just kinky like that).

☆-He's a switch don't fight me ,i get that feeling he is , (he radiates that feeling jk).

☆-He likes to grunt , groan if he's really feeling it he'll softly moan .

☆-He likes to eat you out like a full course meal .

☆-When i say he's sweet he really is , when you feel uncomfortable he'll stop immediately and ask you "what's wrong?" "Are you ok?" softly almost a whisper.

☆-Foreplay.

☆-Whenever you two make out he rubs his knee on your crotch .

☆-He wants to make out with you anywhere anytime if you're up for it , against the wall , On the bed while he's on top of you , Just as long as you give him permission it's all good .

☆-He's good with his hands.

☆-If you do want to lead it's fine with him , he doesn't mind .

☆-alot of teasing like alot lot , but he'll feel bad eventually and touches you where you want him too.

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Nah bro why did i write this i haven't even held someones hands romantically before what am i doing😦

I was once an innocent gorl just a year ago idk what happened 😭😭

But hope you guys enjoyed and ill write more don't worry (i was also bored when i wrote this so )

[deluxewhump]

Nightfall

August

CW: just vampire and bloodbag dynamics. a playful “threat.”

**

The interstate was quiet. Even the night air was a balmy seventy degrees in the final weeks of summer. He slept though the days the same as his master now, but if he woke briefly he could feel the heat of them, a haze that turned the blue sky white. Insects trilled in the grass all day long.

The trees in the distance appeared black against the orange cityglow of the sky. Eighty-five felt like nothing in Maxim’s sleek silver car, gliding through the air like the edge of a knife.

Carlo put his foot on the dash and took it swiftly down again. Maxim had reprimanded him for that once. At first he'd assumed it was out of a sense of preservation for his pristine car. He’d burned in shame for not having thought of that himself. It was a rude, childish habit. Yet in the next breath, Maxim told him it was because it was unsafe. And he was only mortal, after all. 

“Before any of this, I thought I’d rather a new vampire feed from me than an older one,” Carlo said. He was bored, and boredom made him chatty these days. “No offense, but the older you get, the stronger you get. And scarier.”

“And what about now?” the vampire asked neutrally. 

“Not now so much,” he answered. “The new ones are so… hungry. Rough.”

“It’s harder for them to control it when they’re newly made,” Maxim agreed. “Even the ones who want to control it.”

“Control what?”

“The reflex. When a vampire bites, it triggers a series of impulses. Immobilize, incapacitate, and feed.”

Carlo turned to watch him in the driver’s seat. The now-familiar shape of his profile in the dark was lit only by the orange high mast lights that lined the highway. “Every time?”

Maxim glanced at him and returned his gaze to the road. “Yes."

“But it goes away, when you’re an older vampire?”

“Mm. No.”

“You feel that?”

He hesitated, but it wasn't like him to be dishonest, even in the interest of placating Carlo. “I do.”

He changed lanes to pass a sluggish flatbed truck. Another Maine plate. Carlo had been counting, and it did not seem to be confirmation bias that there were an inordinate number of them on the Maryland roads. He forgot to add this one. 

“That disturbed you.”

“No,” he lied. “Sorry. I just didn’t know that.”

“Does that change something for you?”

Sometimes he got the sense that Maxim asked him things out of a very general curiosity. Like he was taking notes for a far future that didn't include him.

“No,” he said stubbornly. “I just didn’t realize you had the urge to incapacitate prey still.”

“Prey is an interesting word choice. And urge is the wrong word entirely. It’s information. Biological. It might be too generous to even call it a coherent thought. I notice it, it passes. I hardly observe it anymore, let alone wrestle with it. I have absolutely no conscious desire to hurt you, Carlo. Quite the opposite.”

Carlo nodded, arms crossed over his waist. He put his right foot on the dash. Maxim didn’t correct him.

“I’ve got instincts too,” he said after another mile of empty highway. “Sometimes I’m still afraid of you. Not you, but what you are. It comes out of nowhere.”

Maxim took a hand off the steering wheel and set it in Carlo’s hair, giving it a soft caress before returning it to the wheel. “Of course you do. That’s very deep in human subconsciousness. It’s just survival instinct.”

“So the word prey does apply!” he argued.

“Such an antagonistic little thing. Can I start making threats to keep you compliant, or is it too soon?”

Carlo turned his face toward the window so the vampire would not see his smile. Maxim had easily, graciously forgiven his human nature, blamelessly saying of course you do. He should return the gesture and forgive the vampire’s nature. It had never been anything but loving to him. The hand was on the back of his head again, checking to see if he was truly upset. 

“I am compliant,” he insisted playfully, and laid his head back in the vampire’s palm. 

“Good. I don’t have to send you to the trunk then.”

Carlo smiled as the vampire gently squeezed the back of his neck.

[thepenultimateword]

Secret Santa 2023

For this year’s secret Santa I got @watercolorfreckles (I know you got mine too, but I promise I used a randomizer!) I’m sorry this is late, I’ve been traveling and just writing every chance I can get. I got a little overambitious and wrote several scenes instead of just one, so hopefully it doesn’t feel choppy and you like it!

"Hero's shy medic is the unsung and unappreciated glue that keeps the team together, magically repairing their every injury with her power to heal. What happens when Villain finds out how the hero's broken bones are always so quickly mending, and kidnaps the medic to utilize himself?"

Henchman was waiting in baggage claim when Villain arrived. His violet-dyed hair, thick mess of scars, and tall stature made him stand out against the crowd, but he still waved his whole arm over his head as Villain came through the doors.

Villain's glove creaked feelingless against his suitcase handle. This was getting tiresome. Probably for Henchman too. It was ridiculous that he insisted on picking him up from the airport every trip instead of looking for a new employer.

"Any luck?" Henchman said, seamlessly transferring Villain's bag into his own hand.

Villain's insides twisted. Maybe he should fire Henchman. That would force the underling to think about himself. Though Villain couldn't deny his reluctance to lose such loyalty. He wasn't sure he actually had the strength to enforce his own abandonment.

"Nah." He rubbed his numb hands together and forced a lighthearted tone. "Just another waste of money. I spent three weeks meditating away the damage, only for the so-called "power guru" to say I don't want to be healed. Apparently, if I did, I would have been able to banish the "bile" from my body."

Henchman gave the suitcase wheels a little bang against the ground. "Morons and scam artists.”

"Yes, well, it was a 50/50 shot in the first place. How's my bird?"

Henchman grimaced. "Still eating very little. She has stopped beating against her cage, but now she's very lethargic and despondent."

"You've tried cheering her up? Good food, nice things?"

"Yes, but she's not very chatty. Maybe we should have waited to get her until after your trip. This would have gone better with...some stability."

The automatic door swooshed open, and they stepped out into the chill winter air. Villain blew out a long cloudy breath and watched it disappear into the dreary, gray city landscape. Everything was so temporary. Here one moment, gone the next.

"The opportunity was too good," he said. "Besides, we couldn't leave her with our friend."

Hero had enough of an advantage without also having a decent healer on his side. No matter how many hits Villain divvied out, the heroic team always got back up unscathed. Perhaps without their golden goose, Villain could actually turn the tide. And maybe... Villain didn't want to get his hopes up, but maybe she could do something more too. He knew that Henchman knew that was the main reason he’d stolen her away in the first place. By this point he was just pretending to himself that there was a bigger purpose behind it all.

The crosswalk sign beeped its permission to cross the street, and Villain scanned the lot for Henchman's car, spotting its orangey paint job near the front.

"I am concerned she's been doing poorly this whole time. Why don't we stop by her enclosure first."

Henchman nodded and very kindly played along with the act that this was truly concern over an asset and not another cowardly excuse for himself. “I don’t think she’ll be very pleased to see you.”

She’s not going to help you.

“That’s alright.” Villain slid into the passenger seat. As Henchman loaded his suitcase into the trunk, he muttered under his breath, “I don’t have much left to lose.”

***

Villain called her Birdie.

Of course he knew her real title as Hero’s medic, but the nickname just encapsulated her so well.

So small. So skittish. Always flitting around the outskirts of a fight, the great folds of her medic’s cloak flapping at her sides like wings as she lighted briefly at each fallen party. The color was supposed to mark her as a noncombatant, take any targets of her back, but she had the instincts to remain wary always. Most villains didn’t follow the rules, and the gray was as likely to get her killed as not.

So why continue to wear it? Villain wondered, watching her through the one way glass of her cell's wall mirror. It was really more of a mini apartment than a cell--sitting room, bedroom, bathroom. The sitting room was the only room Villain could view into, but he doubted whether Medic knew that. Perhaps it was riskier to give a hostage so much blind space, but anyone worth keeping around couldn't be kept like any regular prisoner. Though, from the looks of it, Medic wasn't exactly grateful for the thoughtful accommodations.

She sat with her face buried in her knees, grey cloak nearly swallowing her little curled up body whole. He'd asked Henchman to prepare daily clothes changes, and the peeking green edge of sleeve implied she'd been taking them, but the cloak remained the same.

Villain moved around to the front of the cell and drew back the bolt on the otherwise regular door, taking a breath before swinging it open with a flourish. “Hello, Birdie.”

The woman leaped a little, head shooting up and fixing him in the inky black pools that were her eyes.

“Sorry for the delay." He locked the door behind him as casually as he could manage. "I’ve been out of town. But now we can finally chat."

Medic blinked then turned her chin into her shoulder.

Villain plopped down on the couch a couple feet away from her place on the rug. "Apparently you haven't been eating properly. Is the food not up to standard? Can I get you something else? Any favorite meals or treats?"

Medic didn't turn or respond.

"Hmm...what do birdies like. Worms?"

The healer's lip curled a little but still nothing.

"How about chocolate? Steak? Fruit tarts?"

Medic only tucked her chin tighter.

"Alright, I get it. The nice treatment doesn't work on you. Unfortunately, I don't have a mean treatment. Not for you at least. I can't asks favors from someone by relying on fear."

That got her attention. She still didn't unfold, but her eyes watched him sideways. Wary but curious. What could a villain need from a healer. He must have his own, so why her? She didn't need to speak for her thoughts to clutter the air.

"No, I can't just tell you," Villain said with a loud sigh. "You might go tell that precious hero team. I know you're quiet, but I don't believe for a second you're that quiet."

Medic swiveled her shoulders ever so slightly. "How...?"

Her voice was not so birdlike. Short yes, but like a rasped breath than a chirp. Still...

Villain grinned. "The very best of ways: by pretending I knew what you were thinking. Throw out a guess and you'll be right 80% percent of the time. That's also a guess by the way, I haven't actually researched the subject."

Medic retreated back into her cloak.

Darn.

Either he was totally unhumorous, or Medic was just that hard to entertain. Then again, she'd seemed interested by the prospect of a supernatural ability. She'd only clammed up again once she got the simple explanation for her question. She should've already known his Gift from the fights she'd witnessed, though he had held bad considerably this last year.

"You're not like other medics," he said, redirecting the conversation. "You have a Gift, don't you? And don't deny it, I've seen the recovery your patients. Scarless, rapid, perfect. One fight I saw a hero putting full weight on what, minutes previously, had been broken femur."

"And that's why you want me?" Medic squeezed her hands together, nails digging into the back of her knuckles like each word spoken aloud pained her. "Because I'm better than your medics? You want me to turncoat?"

"Not entirely. I took you because your good, yes. So good you've kept that ragtag trash hero team up and running way longer than it should have ever been allowed to go. Hero needs to be stopped."

Nothing.

"I'm going to the statue unveiling tonight." He watched her face closely. "I'm going to break it. And while I'm at it, break him."

"He's not that fragile," Medic said, her voice hushing a little further, and her brow furrowing.

"Ah, you know because you've tried?"

"I know because I' m his medic and I know how much treatment each fight requires." It came out quite a bit snappier than Villain expected and Medic must have realized it too because she set her jaw and looked away again. "I can't help you."

Villain pushed himself back to his feet. The declaration was firm, but hardly the denial of a truly devoted team member. Or maybe he was just reading to hard into things. Medic was shy. Maybe she wanted to make herself clear in as few words as possible. But if there was a chance only her fear was holding her back...

"I'll let you know how it goes," Villain said. With that, he made his way back outside the cell, bolting the door behind him with fumbling fingers. He flexed his hands a couple times, as if to warm them back to full function, but they felt as clumsy and disconnected as always. He shoved them gloved into his coat pockets.

Don't think about that. You have a hero to fight.

***

Villain couldn't feel his shoulders. He'd definitely overdone it. He'd overestimated his ability to fight with his arms as damaged as they were and he had relied too much on the power he'd been so careful to conserve.

He stumbled hard against Medic's door, sliding weakly to his knees. He didn't know why he came here. Henchman was probably having a fit searching for him after he'd bolted. Most of those heroes laid in shattered pieces at the scene. Or at least, parts of them did. Villain had found long ago that his Gift--the power to turn whatever he willed to stone--could be used strategically. The loss of limbs was usually enough to make a hero retire, no need to end a whole life. He wouldn't have minded ending Hero, but once again, the leader was the only one who escaped unscathed. Too this day Villain had only ever managed to take a pinky. It was a wonder no one found that suspicious.

Villain slammed his fist against the cell door, or more like tapped. He stifled a sob. “I don’t want to die.”

Not yet. Not without bringing down Hero’s deceit.

Villain strained to reach the bolt, fumbling it twice before finally jostling it outward. He practically collapsed onto Medic’s rug.

Dark spots clouded his vision but suddenly cool hands were running trails down his face.

“Villain?”

Medic?

No wait, the door…he needed to close…why was she still here?

“Uuughh…” Villain rolled into her knees. “It did not go well.”

“What did he do?”

“Besides use every other person as a shield?”

“I mean to your face.”

Villain squinted up into Medic’s dark eyes, so deep and concerned and…and infinite.

“My face,” he mumbled.

“Are these bruises?” Her fingers trailed a second time down his cheek. “It looks painful.”

“It’s in my face?” Villain barely restrained a wail.

“Villain,” Medic said firmly, her quiet rasp getting almost loud. “What happened? Do you need healing?”

Villain’s throat felt thick and swollen, too sticky to get out words. Of course he needed healing. But if she couldn’t help him…he didn’t know if he could take another failure. He didn’t know if his body could take it.

He extended his hand. When Medic only stared, he nodded at the black, fitted glove.

Medic’s thumb worked under the edge. Villain felt nothing but he imagined her fingers felt just as gentle as they had on his cheek.

She gasped.

Villain glanced at the bare skin for only a moment. The once caramel colored palm now a deep ebony. Like something rotten. Like something dead.

“Villain?”

Villain cleared his throat, fighting the words upward. “All powers have a price.” He forced himself to look at blighted appendage. “Mine’s is killing me.”

Medic turned his hand over in her own. “How long?”

“Always. It used to just be a little. Nails. Hair. Parts I could cut off. Then it hit skin…and it won’t stop. I can’t feel; I can hardly move. And no one…” He choked. “I’m going to die. All from trying too hard to rid the world of Hero, and I couldn’t even finish him tonight.”

Medic rested her fingers on the cuff of Villain’s sleeve, eyes meeting Villain's with some unspoken request for permission.

Villain nodded.

Medic's nimble fingers gently picked at the button, freeing the fabric and rolling it up to his elbow. Villain’s eyes widened along with hers. What had once had been dark veins was now as pitch black his hands. From the nothingness in his shoulders it was probably no different above the elbow.

Medic felt gently at the half-petrifaction. Most people, even his most loyal were afraid of the blight. Henchman was unfazed, but the previous medic had quit rather than admit they didn't want anywhere near Villain. And yet Medic touched him willingly.

“You can’t fix it, can you?” Villain said, practically plead. He didn’t care anymore. Even with the doubt in his gut and in his voice. He just needed help.

“I…I might…” Medic said.

“But Hero wouldn’t like it.”

Medic ducked her head. “It’s not that. Well, no…you’re right, he wouldn’t, but he wouldn’t have to know. And there are no specific rules that say I can’t heal a villain, it’s just…”

Villain blinked groggily up at her as she chewed her bottom lip.

“Like you said, all powers have a price.”

“And this one is too much,” Villain said.

“Yes, well, no. I don’t know.” She glanced toward the open door. “Maybe there’s a better healer…”

Villain closed his eyes, practically sinking with resignation. “No. Already tried. I don’t think I have the energy to search anymore.” He clasped numb fingers around his numb arm. “Or the time.”

A long silence stretched between them.

“It’s alright, Birdie. Fly away.”

It didn’t matter who she told now.

Medic pushed him carefully off her lap, clothes rustling as she rose. Two steps sounded toward the door way and then stopped.

“I’m not supposed to…but I’ll do it.”

Villains eyes shot open. “You will?”

Medic sucked in her lips but nodded. “Just…don’t tell.”

She knelt beside him, long gray cloak fanning out around her. The second glove peeled off easier than the first, and she held both hands in hers.

He’d always wondered what it felt it like to experience one of her gifted healings.

It was warm. Like drinking something hot. It spread from head to toe, and the numbness leeched out little by little. The skin lightened from black to charcoal from charcoal to heather grey from grey to brown.

Medic’s hands turned soft in his grip. He squeezed them lightly, his mouth parting in disbelief at the feeling of pressure of warmth of regular mobility. When he sat up, it came easy. Tears sprang to his eyes.

“You did it! You actually did it! Medic, you are—“

He stopped at the sight of her slumping figure. Sweat rolled down her temples, her face was flushed, and her teeth were grit as if in agony.

“Birdie?”

Medic only shivered.

“Birdie. Birdie, are you alright?”

Villain reached out, but she lurched back, stumbling toward the back corner. Veiny blackness spread from her fingertips, trailing up the creases in her skin. Her shoulders trembled. A small vein popped out of from her forehead. And she glared at the blight. Not like someone afraid of it, but like someone who’d like to peel it off and throw it away. Or burn it.

“No!” she cried and slammed both palms against the wall mirror with a feral cry. Immediately the glass crackled and, like a rolling wave, turned to cold, hard stone.

The black faded from dark ebony to a tan spot only

A few shades darker than her skin. She still glared.

Villain gaped. “You… That’s what I do. How did you do what I do? Did I…? Did you…?”

Medic’s eyes darted toward the door.

Villain jumped in front of it first. “Hey hey hey! I’m not going to tell!”

Another guess but apparently the right one because Medic’s shouldered untensed a fraction.

“I’m not going to tell,” Villain repeated. “I just… How?”

Medic wrapped her cloak tighter around herself. Her eyes had taken on a glazed shine suspiciously alike to unshed tears.

“It’s not exactly healing,” she murmured. “More like stealing. Taking injuries and making them mine.”

“The price.”

She nodded. “But this sort of injury…made from a Gift, it doesn’t work the same. It’s more like a build up of power concentrated in one place. And now that it’s mine…I can do what I like with it.”

Villain cocked his head. “And that’s…bad?”

“I don’t work for Hero,” Medic said. “I’m on the team because he’s supposed to watch me. Stop me from doing things like this.”

“Becoming too powerful?”

“Becoming a villain.”

Villain might have laughed if she didn’t actually look so scared. He took her hands carefully, savoring the sensation of skin on skin warmth once again. He fixed her with a hard stare that she seemed uncertain to hold or shy away from. He smiled, the first real one in a long time.

“What’s wrong with villains?”

Medic swallowed, looking away but not pulling back her hands. Her voice came out very quiet. “I guess…not everything.”

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Rumours Turn Into A Break Up

2011

Part 11

Band members

YN YLN and Harry styles dating?

12/05/2011 4;05

Band members Harry Styles (17) and YN YLN (17) were seen cosying up together on the recent episode of Alan Carr Chatty Man.

The band One Direction came 3rd in X-Factor last year and while it looks like everyone in the band have become close friends, two in particular seem to be getting on very well. Dating rumours have only gotten stronger when the pair were seen together out in London laughing. YN was seen linking her arm into Harry’s while walking down the street.

We wonder how YN’s high school and long term boyfriend James Madison is feeling with all of these possible dating rumours.

I close down the tab on my laptop with a sigh and look up at Simon who looks pissed

“Harry and I are just friends” I say in defence

“I know that, but if girls think Harry is in a relationship then we will lose many fans. Clear this up” Simon points at me and leaves the room

“How am I supposed to clear up dating rumours? If I say that Harry and I are just friends then I will be called a liar” I throw myself back onto the sofa next to Zayn

“Just send out a tweet to appease the big man. Then ignore anything else that’s said” Louis says putting an arm around my shoulders

“I guess that’s all I can do” I say getting out my phone from my back pocket and putting out a tweet, but almost immediately I see hate coming through.

“Hey” I answer the phone to Emma sadly

“Hey YN. How are you doing?”

“Not great to be honest”

“I’m about to tell you something that’s not going to make you any happier. Sorry”

“What’s up?” I ask frowning even though Emma can’t see me

“You remember that party James went to while your were in LA?”

“Yeah”

“Well Alex told me that Mia sent him a photo of James kissing someone” I can feel my heart drop almost immediately “YN it was with a guy. I think James is gay, or curious or… I’m not really sure, but Alex sent me the photo. I can send it you, but I’m not sure you want to see that”

“No no. I trust you. Thank you for telling me. I’ll have a word with him” I glance at the bedroom door where James is

“Ok. Do you want me to come over?”

“Maybe. I’ll ring you later” I end the call and make my way to the bedroom. I stand in the door way with my arms crossed watching James on his phone

“Are you coming in or you just going to stare at me?”

“I’m just trying to decided whether I’m going to yell or cry or maybe both”

“Why?” James frowns putting his phone down

“Who were you texting?”

“Does it matter”

“Yes it fucking does matter!” I shout “who were you texting?”

“A friend”

“Girl or boy?”

“Why does that matter?” James stands up from the bed

“Because I wanna know if your cheating on me”

“Boy! Ok I’m not cheating. I’m texting a friend”

“What about the party you went to while I was in LA? Emma said you were drunk. Who did you hang around with?”

“A friend. God YN I can have friends”

“So do you kiss all your friends or just your best friends?”

“What?” James looks shocked

“I’m talking about you kissing someone! You cheated on me! How could you?” My eyes start to tear up. James looks defeated and sits down on the bed

“YN…”

“I guess I’m not your type” I laugh sadly “why did you move with me if you were just going to cheat?” James looks up at me

“I… I made a friend over here”

“A friend? Or a boyfriend? God James if you were gay why couldn’t you have just told me? We could have split up on good terms, you could have still moved in with me, but instead you cheat?”

“You were busy and I thought you’d not notice since you and Harry…”

“Are friends!”

“Don’t give me that crap. I see the way you look at him”

“Like what?” I throw my hands in the air

“You like him”

“He’s a friend, and actually a friend unlike your version where you kiss and probably do more. You know what I’m done with this conversation. We’re done” I turn and leave our apartment and head over to Harry and Louis’ place.

"Boys suck" I say walking into their place huffing as I sit in between Harry and Louis. The other boys are here also

"Gee thanks" Zayn jokes laughing, but once he sees my face he stops

"What's happened?" Harry asks frowning

“I just found out that my boyfriend would rather kiss his friends than me. His male friends by the way”

“He’s gay?”

“I think so. Maybe? I don’t care if he is, I care that cheated on me”

"Are you ok?" Liam asks and I give him a shrug

"I don't know how to feel to be honest. I think l'm pissed off more than anything”

"What a dick" Niall sighs

"I'm sorry YN" Zayn gives me a small smile

"It's ok, but thanks"

"Let's go get ice cream, watch as manny chick flicks as ya like and I'll even let ya paint me nails" Harry says standing up "tha's what girls do innit?"

“What?” I chuckle looking at Harry

"Well if Emma can't be here to cheer you up, then we will become your girlfriends for the night" I give the boys a smile feeling so happy that I have not only the best bandmates, but also best friends.

[emmaofnormandy]

~A Medieval Tale: The Rogue & His Lady. Part I~

Plot: Y/N is a damsel who captures the heart of a rogue, misunderstood prince named Aegon Targaryen in 14th century England… with no civil war to disarray the family.

It’s fluffy, very mediæval like; smut; long post.

(+21)

***

The bells are heard. The sound echoes through the county, reaching the ears of high and low born alike. It indicates that another part of the day comes with other demands to attend.

You are occupied this first part of morning, busied hands using the needle skillfully. You are followed by your mistress’s other ladies, for the task given is about producing a tapestry. The scene chosen to be sewed usually is biblical, but the princess of Wales is too fond of Greek allegories to let them be prevailed over by her piety.

It’s all about a story concerning a damsel of pure heart who captivated the heart of Apollo. He struggles to conquer her, as far as you know it—which you don’t know much, preferring chansons and sweeter stories to old “pagan” ones.

“My ladies, we are required at court”, the voice of your mistress breaks the pleasant silence that has been helpful in the work. Lady Rhaenyra is dressed in her usual clothes, lately preferring black robes in opposition to the Queen’s green ones.

“There is a lavishing meal to be offered by the king, my father. Dress yourselves the best for we expect my husband and our children to return from the hunting trip.”

You quickly stand, prompted to do as told. Quiet and introspective, you are overshadowed by the usual bubbly and chatty ladies, whom you judge to be far prettier—and snobbish to be around.

Discreetly you part of the others, preferring the way that leads to the gardens. It’s when you and him cross paths first.

Aegon is the king’s second son, treated as the presumptive heir by many in spite of His Grace’s evident preference over Rhaenyra. Often overshadowed by his siblings’s gifted minds and brilliant sword skills—as is the case of both Aemond and Daeron—, this prince found solace in wayward manners overlooked by the court.

However, out of people’s sight—and mind—, he is a fragile, broken prided man. Aware of his flaws, Aegon is lost in thought, not really preoccupied in masking his lostness underneath arrogance when he bumps into you.

“I am sorry, lord…!”, your words die by half an agony when seeing whom you collided to.

The prince is about to retort something, irritated by what he judges as being caught off his guard, when he looks at you. A lustful man, drowned in the darkness of his heart and slaved by his flesh desires, he suddenly feels the weight of his sins just by looking at you.

Your wide-eyed gaze, your red lips that form in a small “o”, the shyness behind your delicate features… signs of a sweet tempered soul. A rogue he is, but Aegon is a poet when he is not too occupied being someone everyone expects him to be.

Your y/c curls that are partly loose in rebel-ish locks that run free like a cascade behind your back, reinforce your heart-shaped face, matching the y/c that paints your eyes.

So mesmerized, like struck by the arrow of an invisible Cupid—oh, winged being! Shall thou be the one to receive the blame for this another misfortune that befalls my fate?!— he forgets his own selfishness.

“Lady”, his voice comes out unusually dusky, carried out by a different sort of embargo.

You, hardly before a royal company who is not the mistress you serve—albeit discreetly so—, too are affected by this intense and disruptive encounter.

To stand before a Targaryen prince equals to stand tall before a living dragon. You are afraid of the fire, even though part of you is led to wonder what would be like to be burnt by it—a sinful thought you are quickly to dismiss, though.

“Lord”, you lower your eyes down to the floor and, recalling manners, dip to a curtsy.

Your heart is troubled by this view, this singular captivating instant where destiny seems to play with one another. Thus you wish to disappear, trying to get your steps moving you out of the way.

But someone like you must not be lost out of his sight. Softening, Aegon says:

“I apologize if I scared my lady. Never before I saw such a handsome creature of your sex.”

You lift your gaze, carefully checking your emotions.

“I fear to doubt the sincerity of your words, lord. Nonetheless, you find in me with honest gratitude for an unworthy praise.”

“Unworthy praise?”, there is a shadow of smile playing in the prince’s lips and you suddenly remember his bad reputation—so to preserve yours, you begin to walk away, but to your dismay he follows. “I believe many poets have described your beauty, Madame. Your gracious moves, your cascade locks and your y/c eyes are unmatched!”

Rather unaccustomed to be praised like this, you think wise to stop this before it goes to a path where there is no going back. Thus you sigh heavily and, retracing your steps back inside the castle, you say:

“Lord, I ask you to save your praises to someone of your station. Little I am in comparison to a prince like you. Leave me be, this I ask. And forget my existence.”

Aegon is left thus annoyed, almost angry, by a rejection that never before occurred. But if you think that by preserving your heart of his misdemeanors, you’d soon know how wrong you were…

After all, the Cupid had other intentions where you and the rogue prince are concerned…

***

The following day he finds you again. Here’s the scene he sees through his eyes: a damsel of long y/c locks in blue, long sleeved silk gown twirling and dancing merrily with her lady companions. She seems oblivious to the attention her presence attracts and this itself inspires a new sensation of despair in this prince who is used to have it all.

According to hierarchy, a prince like Aegon should court and espouse his womanly counterpart. But where men know rules, what is to say concerning their hearts and desires?

Somehow, his overconfidence breaks him. Aegon is more than acutely aware of the glances bolder ladies cast him—some of them even married by now. But you? Too busy dancing, smiling merrily as if bumping to the kingdom’s next king was a random encounter designed by fate.

Aemond, seeing the melancholy his brother is, takes no more than few moments to realize the cause and says:

“You’ve had women in your bed before. Why is this one an obstacle for you?”

“She is not like any other, Aemond.”

“Certainly far less wench like”, says the other slyly.

Aegon shoots his brother a glare.

“She is anything but worthy a comparison as this, Aemond.”

“Then pursuit her already”, Aemond retorts, not inclined to these courtly games. “What’s there to lose?”

“My dignity”, he grumbles, detesting his fragility.

Aemond doesn’t bother responding the drama. He shrugs his shoulders, occupying himself with his secret liaison as their sister Helaena casually passes by, giving the prince a long, meaningful look.

***

At the gardens, the prince is after his damsel once more. This time, he hopes to look far less obnoxious than before. He is determined to have you by every means—even if doing so requires reason to acknowledge some spell cast on him to humble this proud lord.

Here he is. Ready for a chase.

And here you are. Prompted to be chased.

‘Tis all fair in the game of love, is it not?

“Lord Aegon”, you cry out before the sight of the handsomest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on, even if he’s the devil himself. “My prince!”

“‘Tis I who should bend my knee before my lady, not otherwise”, says the king to be, quickly helping you stand.

One touch is enough to electrify both parts, with neither knowing what to do.

“I know naught about my lady”, whispers he, thirsty for you.

And you cannot withdraw of his presence, because it burns too much and it feels good to burn this bright.

“My name is Y/N”, you give in partly.

Because his eyes are locked with yours, the purple there is in his irises seemingly holding the color that paints yours—as if pressing you against the wall is the solution to denude the soul you refuse to give.

But Gods be cruel. You want him too.

“Lady Y/N”, you’d think he smiles because he gets what he wants and is soon leaving you, but what do you know, sweet child of summer? “I am Aegon. But my friends call me Egg. May I have the honor to get to know you?”

That sharp side of yours is ready to rebel. Your reasonable self recollects his scandals, prompted to riot. But when you dive in these purple eyes… every resistance dies.

So this is how defeated your pride is.

“Aye, lord. Though I do not think I am interesting to a prince such as you.”

“Allow me to disagree, my dear.”

Locking arms with him never seemed so sinful. And yet here you two are, finally in harmony.

“Here we are”, you smile at him. “Shouldn’t you be elsewhere? Perhaps with your wenches?”

Aegon snorts at your sharp tongue. Indeed, sharp as a blade, under which he would gladly let in his skin crave.

“Nay. They interest me naught”, and when gazing at you this broken king feels whole.

Indeed, it all indicates that this could not have been arranged by other than a divine being. Never before this attraction crossed the limits of the flesh and soul.

Aegon has no explanation for reason cannot conceive why you have messed up with him. And you two barely met.

“Do you like poetry?”

He asks.

And it all begins with this.

One simple question.

Your heart skips a beat. Your lips pull out a smile.

“Aye, lord. I do.”

This is how it begins.

***

The chase must follow the typical etiquette: poems here, poems there, no matter the longing, the lord must be after his lady in between court sessions, gardens plays and theatrical dancings.

No one seems to think this is going truthfully far more than a mere court love fare.

“A day without the sight of you is a divine punishment”, says the besotted Aegon, surprisingly tamed by your sweet temperance. “It pains me physically to be distant of you.”

You two are underneath this pomerade this day. It’s sunny and cloudless. The scenario is ilidic, dreamy like. With none to trouble the peace of this day, you count the Gods as your witnesses.

In the summer breeze, you dress in the colors of autumn, embellished with the jewels he gifted you.

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you drown in his words, paradoxically warmed in this sinful contact against his protective body, locked in his arms.

“You tend to exaggerate the words, my dearest”.

“Hardly exaggerated these are when they truthfully express how I feel towards my lady. Imperfect I may be, but not the love you inspire me.”

You turn lightly at him. The tenderness in his gaze is genuine and it makes you beam. Seeing the delight in you inspires Aegon likewise.

For the very first time there is peace within and when he kisses you, serenity is exhaled.

But it only lasts briefly. For soon passion ignites and his old self comes to surface—albeit in a different manner than before, not the rogue he used to be.

However, temptation comes, sinfully so. Where is, one might wonder, the resistance of conscience? Nowhere to be found, for sure.

You want more and so does he. Though inexperienced, you move to his lap, striding over him, moved by a strange instinct never before known that now takes the reins of you.

Aegon smirks at the urgency with which you now kiss him, leaving aside decency and prudence. His hands take the opportunity to play with your braid, resting thus in your hips all the whilst his lips follow the rhythm dictated by yours.

Your hands are now wrapped around his neck, your fingers hesitantly play with his short locks. Decorum is not in your mind when these move impatiently to his chest and before he knows…

“Oh!” Aegon throws his head back, eyeing you with a mix of pleasant surprise and lust.

But something about his “oh” confuses you. And you stop what you are doing.

“Why’d you stop, dear Y/Nickname?”, he inquires when seeing the deep shade of pink that colors your cheeks.

You lower your gaze, noticing the unlaced pants that are nearly showing his manhood. Your blush deepens.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Aegon blushes too. Has this courtly love gone too far? The prince fears the answer.

“I lament that it has caused you embarrassment of any kind”, he rests his chin over your shoulder, trying to read your composed face.

“This is not about embarrassment, my love. You should be properly praised. Come here.”

Saying so, Aegon helps you laying down in the grass. He soon follows, on his elbows by your side. You giggle softly, blushing to be under his intent gaze, but every smile dies when his lips touch yours, barely brushing before moving to your jawline and neck.

When his tongue moves to your neck, this prince is soon eagerly showing his devotion to you. He wants to make this memorable—even if this isn’t about consuming the aching passion that burns in each of you.

You sigh heavily, playing with his silver locks all the whilst his tongue takes his time against your neck. Only then his right hand moves to your chest, brushing his fingers over your nipples quickly—much to your dismay, for this new discovered feeling, sinful as it is, makes you want to explore it further. How to voice it, though?

The confusion that is your mind is solved when his hand is now lifting gently the skirt of your gown.

“Very bold of you, Egg”, you admonish him in a playful tone, short breath cut the moment he rests his hand over your womanhood.

When Aegon lifts his head to meet your gaze, his hair dropping over his forehead giving thus a sensual look, you feel already dropping wet.

“Should I stop, milady?”, he side smirks, perceiving what is not being said by your red-ish lips, but so clear behind your y/c eyes.

Your blush is the answer he needs. Aegon chuckles, before pecking your lips.

“If we best not engage in this intercourse, voice me your denial and I shall respect it”, he vows it.

You, however, meek by nature—and sinful, if taken in consideration the words of the clergy—find too much tied to this experience to refuse him.

In other words, it’s to say you want him.

Badly so.

As if this prince is capable of reading your thoughts, Aegon chuckles quietly. He dives in your lips, slowly kissing you, letting your tongues intertwine perfectly.

But he wants to see you. He anxiously wants to see the effect he has on you.

And here you are. Right under his command, experiencing new experiences, you burn the dragon fire.

“Oh!”, your eyes are barely open, eyelashes fluttering as bliss opens pave to Heaven.

Aegon too is aroused when finally having a taste of you. Knowing too that he’s giving this to you only makes his bone ache. But it’s about you, his lady. The one woman who made possible his redemption.

By the time you are arching your back, sounds resulting from this pleasurable intimacy, he comes to your aid like the dreamy knight he’s become.

One kiss is enough to seal this spiritual vow you and him now exchange.

But a question is yet to be answered… What will be of the two of you?

(To be continue)

[snorky]

trent frederic x f!reader? your writing is so so good

Break Up With Your Crappy Boyfriend

Hey y’all, and hi hi to the lovely requester! Thank you so much for the compliment, it means everything and beyond to me :') and I hope this lives up to your expectations. This is a Trent Frederic comfort-sorta fic, platonic for now, but it’s just something I scrapped up real quick since I’ve been overwhelmed with finals and exams, so I am really sorry if this isn’t the quality y’all are looking for. There may be a second part that will be sweeter and lighter than this piece, but I am not too sure yet, so let me know if you want one :) I hope you enjoy the fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Trent Frederic x F!Reader

Warnings: Bad Relationships (not with Trent), Angst, (let me know if I need to add anything)

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“Break up with your crappy boyfriend.”

“What?”

She looked at him with a bewildered expression, the ice cold drink in her hands amplifying her emotions. It was a homemade strawberry daiquiri, tart and bitter, a sweet distraction. 

He nodded at her like it was the most obvious thing ever, but his eyes had a glint of gentle concern, leaning against the kitchen counter during a cookout-get-together with the team.

The kitchen was an unspoken safe haven between the both of them, somewhere they would often start discussing serious, in-person matters, ever since their teenage years where secrecy became common. It was unconventional, but it was the most non-obvious place to discuss something.

Trent and her had known each other for ages, childhood friends grown into familiar companions, reading one another like a book known by heart, passages and prayers etched into their tongues.

“You look exhausted, and whenever he’s brought up, you shift the topic.” The way he talked with his hands emphasized how truly sober he was, which was not.

Trent got much more chatty with alcohol in his system, friendlier, but he seemed to be much more blunt, more raw.

She looked at him with a slightly offended expression, but allowed him to continue his little rant. He had good judgment, knowing what was right and best for her, evident in the past when he could tell that a first date for her with someone would be the last.

He held a genuineness that was purely caring, but at the moment, her mind couldn’t seem to think straight, and she wanted to truly be in an unbiased stance. “Trent, I appreciate your support, and we can talk about this tomorrow when you’re sobered up, but right now, let’s set the topic aside—”

“Does he check on you often?” He looked at her, searching for an answer on her face, eyes dark.

Her eyes shifted nervously as she moved towards the sink, avoiding eye contact with him, and attempting to busy herself with the dishes. “He’s been busy ‘n stuff—”

“And what sad excuse of a ‘man’ doesn’t make time for their darling?” He emphasized the bit with air quotes, causing her to let out a small soft chuckle. “Am I wrong?” The smug look he had on his face was flushed, most likely from his drink.

She shook her head, letting out a sigh. Putting the dishes away, she wiped her hand on the rag that hung on the oven handle. “I mean, you’re not right either, Freddy—”

“I’m more right than you.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right!” Jake quipped as he walked by in the kitchen, grabbing a snack or two.

Both of them were startled by his sudden presence, unsure of how long he had been listening. He had a tendency to be very quiet, slipping around cracks and corners easily.

She shrugged with a tight-lipped smile, agreeing with Jake. “He has a point though,”

He set his drink down on the counter, looking up at her with a more serious look. “Okay, but, what kind of guy forgets their anniversary?”

His words seemed to hang in the air dully, the answer known but not spoken between the both of them. It was set uncomfortably in the atmosphere, and yet the party and conversations around them didn’t seem to diminish it.

The night shifted, with people having gone inside and settled down, yet still lively, happy. Lights throughout the house were dimmed, the atmosphere more calm and peaceful, and yet, she still couldn’t figure out how to ease her tension.

Fumbling with her phone in her hands, she scrolled through the messages that went unread by him, delivered and unseen. She bit the inside of her cheeks out of habit, nervous and unsteady.

Her worth wasn’t determined by his responses, or lack of, but it felt as if he didn’t care anymore, taking things for granted. She could feel so much, and yet nothing at all, seemingly mourning a relationship that was once there.

As she got up from the couch, she put her phone back into her pocket. “I’m going to go for a walk,” she said quietly to Katrina, who was sitting next to Brad as well. She simply nodded and shared some quick words of reassurance before they parted, and she gave her a soft smile in return.

Opening the back porch door, the cool air greeted her, filling her nose and lungs. It felt cold, something she was much too familiar with, and yet, she basked in it. The gravel crunched beneath her shoes as she walked down the secluded path, leading into the woods.

It wasn’t a dumb decision, she tried to justify. She knew the path well to her spot, and it was only hers. It gave her a feeling of control knowing that it was a place that she could come and go to, different from the warm kitchen ambience. It was rough, gritty, cold. Familiar, familiar, familiar.

The tears threatening to prick her eyes were also familiar, too familiar. Settling down against a boulder, she looked at the small pond that seemed to glimmer under the moonlight and stars, still and unmoving.

Her breaths became more ragged, harsh, and she knew it was best for her if she just let it out in the solitude that she was in.

And yet, the tears never came despite the looming threats and signs she was familiar with. She couldn’t bring herself to cry, or even shed a tear. It made her feel uncomfortable, a bad taste in her mouth. The sadness that never fully came, could never be justifiable. Her breath felt tight, and she couldn’t seem to get a full inhale.

Her dreariness was quickly replaced when she heard the bush rustling, the sound of leaves crunching and sticks snapping.

“Crap.”

The familiar voice of Trent made her let out a sigh of relief, but then shifted into confusion and concern.

“Wait, how did you find me?” She called out.

He came out of the shrubs, a gentle smile plastered in his face as he sat down beside her, slumping against the large rock. “You think I wouldn’t know your spot?”

She slowly nodded, confusion still laced in her expression.

Adjusting the hat on his head, he fixed his hair slightly before putting it back on. “You also think that they wouldn’t send someone out on multiple occasions when you vanish, just to make sure that you didn’t get kidnapped?” He looked at her, lightheartedly trying to get a response.

Realization and guilt sunk inside of her, eyes drifting towards her shoes. “Sorry,”

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he said quietly, calmly.

Tears started to stream down her face as she broke down, the last bit of his sentence sending her off the edge. The weight she didn’t know that was piled on her shoulders lessened, forgiven, acknowledged, taken care of. Everything she could’ve begged for, and he did it simply, little to no words or complaint. 

She attempted to wipe away her tears, but was quickly stopped by Trent as he engulfed her in a hug. It was sudden, everything seemingly moving too fast, but she welcomed it, leaning into him as she tried to calm down.

“You’re okay, you’ll be okay.”

It became quiet between the both of them, her breaths steadying as the minutes passed. He murmured comforting words every now and then, hand placed on her upper back as his thumb moved in lazy patterns.

She melted into him, her fist grasping onto his hoodie, too exhausted to try and force herself away, his touch the only thing grounding her.

After a few more minutes of silence, he picked her up with ease, and started making his way back to the house. “I’m going to bring you back inside, and don’t worry about everyone else,” he said. “Everyone has already headed home, and you need to get some rest.”

Simply nodding, she allowed herself to relax and try not to put up a fight, limbs worn out and tired. The drink most likely clouded her judgment, but she trusted Trent, never afraid.

As they both made it inside, the home welcomed them with warmth, scented candles lit and placed on the kitchen counter that was already all cleaned up. Everything was neatly put away, and there wasn’t a single piece of trash that she could spot.

She looked up at him, grateful, but still feeling guilty that he had to clean everything. “Did you—”

“Just for you, take it easy, please.”

Making his way into her bedroom, he placed her down on the bed, being careful with his movements to not shake her too much, and tucked her in, pulling the covers over her shoulder.

“I’ll leave a glass of water for you on the nightstand for you to drink, let me know if you need anything.” Walking away from her bed and to the doorway, he turned back once more to look at her again. “I’ll also be sleeping on the couch if that is alright with you, wanna make sure that you’re okay by morning,”

She hummed in response before drifting off to sleep, eyelids heavy and muscles tired, while Trent slipped away into the living room, extinguishing all the candles before falling asleep on the couch shortly after.

[moderndaylestat]

I MET SAM!!! AGAIN!!!

Yesterday was a fever dream. I didn’t think I’d get to see him let alone talk to him but it happened! Here’s the whole story:

@suikamelon6 found some info saying the base camp for the Newsreader filming has been set up. I decided to go check it out after work since my office isn’t very far away. It was raining all day and I had no clue if Sam was even filming that day but I decided to take the chance anyway. And I’m SO glad I did!! turns out Sam was filming and I found out the actual filming location (it was a completely different place from the base camp). I made my way there.

They were mainly filming inside a venue so I couldn’t see anything, but there was going to be an outdoor scene too so I stuck around. I was there for around 15mins and then a crew member came over to tell me that Sam and Anna would be arriving soon. Then a car pulled up right in front of where i was standing on the street and Sam was inside!!!!! Thank god I was given a heads up beforehand because otherwise l would’ve had a complete meltdown if Sam in full costume just got out of a car right in front of me 😭

I said hi and Sam looked at me like he recognised me and was like “you were at the Newsreader premiere!” HE RECOGNISES ME!!!! he knows who i am!!!! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!!! Anyways, I asked for a photo and he said yes as long as I don’t post it until the season is out. We took some selfies and i’m short so he bent down to fit in the photo 😂😂 I’m sorry that I can’t share the pics yet because OH MY GOD HE LOOKED SO FUCKING GOOD!! He was in full costume, Dale wig and all. He was ✨glowing✨ !!!

He then filmed inside the venue and in the meantime i met up with Suika and another friend as we waited for the outdoor shoot. It was a short scene of just Sam, it was done in 4-5 takes and we saw the whole thing! He was so focused during the entire shoot, it was evident that he puts a lot of thought, effort and concentration into his acting.

Afterwards we talked to Sam some more. He’s so down to earth and easy to talk to! For someone who’s supposedly introverted he’s actually very chatty, he jokes around and makes you feel at ease. It’s like talking to a good friend! I asked him if he’s going to the Newsreader event on the Gold Coast and he said he’s not sure yet and then he was like “wait, are you going?” Gold Coast is like a 2hr flight away from Melbourne, it’s kinda far! I said “I’ll go if you go” and he was like “haha you can just see me here”. He’s so right, i’d much rather not spend all that money on flights and accommodation if I can just keep seeing him in my hometown.

Anyways ahhhh Sam is so lovely and engaging in conversation! And so humble and hardworking too! He grabbed food immediately after he stopped filming, he probably didn’t get to eat between takes. i was like “you must be exhausted” and he just shrugged and smiled. What a sweetheart!!!!!

I had such a wonderful experience, Sam was amazing and all crew members were incredibly lovely, telling us where to go and what was happening. I had the time of my life!! Forever grateful to my crazy good luck about being at the right place at the right time. Sadly I didn’t take any pics of the set, I didn’t want to get in trouble. Maybe next time they film in public (IF there is a next time!!) i will have more pics and things to share with you! 🥰

[yuu--dachi]

a joy to be hidden, a disaster to not be found

hewwo! it's my first fic in a while and also the first fic on this blog. wahoo!! and it's.... an x reader fic which i've also never done before!! and also for genshin!! wahoo!!

ships: alhaitham x reader / you (gender neutral)

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, lowkey pining from alhaitham, reader experiences a panic attack, written in reader's pov but switches to alhaitham for a bit at the end, alhaitham says Sorry cus i like to make him do that 😎

words: 4k (help girl how did i let it get this long...)

synopsis: in which a haravatat scholar realises that everything is not as simple as it is, our body betrays us at every second of every hour, and the three times alhaitham finds you, no matter what.

this reader is for all the babygirls (gender neutral) out there who feel things so deeply and we are all crybabies. i see you, i hear you, and i love you!! we're all bad bitches who are easily moved and touched by the world around us and that's lovely!! keep shining your light on this world, friends!

i'm taking requests for drabbles and quick fics or poetry! whatever inspo strikes me 😴

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the first time he finds you, alhaitham says:

“the solution is quite simple.” 

and you find your fist in wanting of purchase in his face. 

“this wouldn't be a problem had you realised your limits before your entire body broke down. surely, i don't have to cite research papers for you to understand that it is important to take note of one's mental health accordingly, as an adult with agency in your own life? then you don't have to find comfort in the mouth of a beer mug.”

he was surprisingly chatty today, and at any other time you would have loved to relish in making him speak for so much for so long. getting him to talk so much was like trying to scrape the bottom of the jar for the last smidgens of berry jam, and you savoured it just as well. 

but not today.

“alhaitham, you're not in my shoes, so stop trying to make me walk down the same path you do.”

he tipped his head, confused. “what's wrong with my path? i have no relationship problems—”

“because you don't maintain any.”

“—no financial burdens—”

“because you don't spend it on anything.”

“—and no personal problems.”

“because you don't bother with anything you don't care for,” you sighed out. 

“if i didn't maintain any relationships, then why am i here? and if i didn't spend any money, then why is the bill under my name? and if i didn't bother with anything i don't care for, then why am i with you, right now, instead of reading at home?”

he flicks your nose; you sniffle in response and bury your face into the hard table, slightly damp from your tears.

“i don't know,” you whispered, the words leaving you without a thought. “why are you here, alhaitham?”

“if i follow your reasoning, it's because i'm bored, have money, and don't care to be anywhere else. does that answer satisfy you?”

a silence between both of you, even though the tavern was filled with the sound of chatter and the tinkling of dishes and cutlery. “...no.”

“then why upset yourself?”

you remove your face from the table and look at him, despite your eyes red and puffy from crying, nosy runny, and a wood grain pattern imprinted on your cheek and forehead. “i just wanted to hear you say it.”

he hums, thoughtful.

(despite his demeanour, he was rarely thoughtless about anything. even if he didn't make decisions you would've done.)

“because i care about you,” he let the words out slowly, like testing how they roll off the tongue. like learning a new language. “is that alright?”

you plant your face back into the table, all too-aware of your red eyes that must've sparkled, your lips that wanted to become a songbird in return for such simple words. “mm-hmm. thank you.”

“you're very welcome.”

***

the second time alhaitham finds you, you are under a table. 

“go away for a bit,” the words come out of your mouth clumsily, like tripping over your own feet in haste. “this one's t-taken.”

your humour probably didn't land as well as you hoped. the stuttering of the heart in your chest beating like a butterfly's wings in flight, like it had ambitions of flying out of your chest instead of remaining behind your ribcage where it belonged. to your credit, it was hard to think of a joke in the middle of everything that was happening in your body. you would've rated yourself fairly well, all things considered.

alhaitham didn't seem to agree, although he didn't frown at you. he tends to voice out his disagreements vocally rather than through things like body language—you know, like a machine would when you press the wrong button? 

if he knew what i'm thinking right now, he would probably say that it's one of the virtues of studying under haravatat—classic alhaitham!

instead of saying anything immediately though, he sat cross-legged in front of you, his eyes wandering, seemingly…. observing? what was he looking at? you're sure you could've tell if your mind was clearer, but you couldn't at the moment.

“does it not hurt?” he asked, then, from your face dipped over your hunched knees, you heard two raps of a knock on the desk. “this is the desk made with athel wood, isn't it? it's very durable, but it's difficult for the city craftsmen to make full use of them right now because of how hard it is. the edges don't look sanded enough.”

“i-it's fine,” you choke out, and then breathed in and out for a proper response. “i don't mind it so much.”

he raised a brow in return. oh, you think, so now he's going to use body language, is he? 

too bad you couldn't savour it this time too. 

“as long as it's pressing against me, i'm… okay.”

you hear him hum in understanding, like he does when he reads a well written proposal. 

“is that why you chose this desk in particular? the others were too high and wide and you couldn't make contact with the wood?”

before you realised it, it was easier for you to speak now, even though your heart was still pounding, and your skin felt raw. you didn't usually try to talk when you were experiencing… whatever this is. 

“yeah. i just need… to feel safe.”

before you realised it, your face was no longer tucked between your knees, but instead resting on them as you avoided looking him in the eyes. 

“i see,” he said, and he paused before saying: “would you mind if i tried something?”

you hesitated, and your eyes finally meet. “i don't know, what are you going to do?”

“i'm going to hold you in my arms,” he said, and switched from sitting cross legged to having his knees tucked under him, arms open and his hands stretching for yours. “if you don't mind.”

in any other situation, you wouldn't have minded. you'd say: maybe it'll start snowing in the desert today! should we start preparing for the oncoming winter?

but now….

you were a mess—just like you were in the tavern that night, too. red ringed on your puffed-up eyes, sweat drenching your clothes and making your back feel as humid as the rainforests at night, and you could barely eke out a word before seemingly using up every bit of air in your lungs, like a newborn babe that only knew how to cry.

you didn't know how to tell all of this to alhaitham. sorry, can i go change into better clothes first? can i save this hug for another time when i'm completely sane and sober to take full advantage of it? can you wait till i ice my eyes so i can look at you properly?

instead, what came out of your mouth was: “i'm disgusting right now.”

he hummed, and you weren't sure if it was his i'm-considering-how-to-reply-to-this-idiotic-situation hum or i-see-where-you're-coming-from hum.

“i can see why you'd think that, but that's irrelevant.”

ah. so it was both.

“why do you want to hold me?”

“i want to see if i can do a better job than a desk,” he says, and you feel a smile ghost your face, only because you see him wearing one too. a small smile, simple like him. 

“i probably smell really bad. i'm sweating so much right now.”

“that's fine. i'll stop breathing through my nose.”

“my eyes are really red too. it's not that i don't want to look at you, it's that i'm too embarrassed to.”

“i can just close my eyes.”

“my heart is pounding really painfully right now, and it's hard to talk.”

“i'll ask questions that are easy to answer then.”

finally, you relented. “...is it really okay?”

“yes.”

after you confirmed that he couldn't smell you and couldn't see you, you slowly inch from under the desk and into his lap, where he then wrapped his arms around you. not tightly or passionately, but a sort of reassuring grip—like he wouldn't let you fall.

“how does it feel?”

“you're probably better than my desk,” you laughed out, and the sound felt strange to your ears, just moments after you were alone and crying and hyperventilating under a desk in a room by yourself.

“glad to be of service.”

you laughed again. “i don't think even the other sages from the akademiya can ever get you to say those words.”

“because they can't. if any of them leapt into my arms asking for a hug, i'd redirect them to doctor zakariya.”

you laughed again, and you were glad you made him promise to close his eyes. the sight of alhaitham smiling slightly at you, and the sight of your smile looking at him would've convinced anyone that you were starstruck by him. you didn't feel up to being publicly humiliated at the moment. 

the two of you spent the next few minutes—which felt like hours—in each other's embrace (well, yours in his, mostly), and soon your breathing steadied. from the high tides and low crests of your chest rising and falling asynchronously, it returned to the rhythm of the afternoon tides of port ormos.

although it was a difficult question to ask, you asked anyways. “are you not going to ask me what happened?”

“one of the six sins of any scholar under the akademiya is to interfere in human evolution,” he began, and you felt a smile coming before he even finished. “i assume it was your body's way of protecting you against a threat. although—” 

he opened his eyes, and you would've tried to stop your smiling by any means before he could see you, but he was wearing a smile of his own, and you couldn't help but dig your fingers deeper into his arms. 

“—the nature of the threat and it's scale remains unknown to me still. you have a way with handling problems, after all.”

you gave him a big smack on his chest, fists closed for maximum impact. “ouch!”

how did that hurt you instead of him?

“a good rule of self defense is hard parts against soft targets, and soft parts on hard targets. you shouldn't have closed your hand. a slap would work better.”

“how was i going to know your chest was literally rock hard?!”

“i thought you might have some inkling. i've noticed your stare a few times before.”

you wanted to throw yourself into the abyss.

you couldn't, so instead, you took his hand and bit his fingers as the next best thing. 

a small ouch sounded from him, though you couldn't tell if it was genuine or for the sake of making you feel better. you laid your head back against his chest, arms now wrapped around him in return.

“thanks, alhaitham.”

“you're very welcome,” he muttered in response, and you almost didn’t hear him.

“you’re not going to tell me that the solution is simple, or that i was the one that caused this thing in myself?”

he hummed.

“no,” he started, and you wanted to collapse in relief. “i am a scholar of haravatat, not amurta. i don’t understand the subject matter enough to say in any confidence or plausibility that the way your—or anyone’s—body works is simple. if it was that simple, then we wouldn’t have an entire field dedicated to it. and i do wish it were that simple, sometimes. then perhaps so many scholars wouldn’t have written audacious sounding proposals that i’d have to read thoroughly just to reject.”

you snickered. “what does haravatat’s wisdom has to say about me?”

for a moment, you see his eyes soften, straying away from yours.

“that your body failing you is not a moral or intellectual inadequacy on your part. that we do not have full control of ourselves, even if we would like to. that, perhaps…”

“perhaps?”

his gaze returns to you. “...perhaps, we are all more fallible than we see ourselves.”

“only you see yourself as infallible. i know very well how my body betrays me every second of every day. it’s one of the things that comes with being in touch with my own emotions, don’t you know?”

the teasing was meant to be lighthearted, as you knew he didn’t mean anything he said before in a dogged way. his words was not thorny on purpose like a bramble bush, just rough to the touch like a tongue’s cat. there were days where his words striked too much like an arrow through you, and days where the coarseness only brushed your ankles like standing in sand. you loved and cared for him despite that.

suddenly, he pulled you tighter against him, and you squeaked. “alhaitham? Is everything okay?”

no answer. you shifted in your position to make yourself more comfortable, and with whatever left strength you could muster, you rub your hands over his back in calm, soothing circles. “there, there.” 

your voice reverberated through your body, and you continued to hold him reassuringly, hoping that enough exposure to having him be so close to you would cure your racing heart and your voice, almost crumbling at his touch.

it was good how self conscious of yourself you were. then, you wouldn’t be able to tell that his heart was racing, too. 

***

the third time he finds you, it was not so much being found as it was being chased.

it was just one of those days that went wrong in every way it could’ve gone wrong. you stubbed your toe after getting out of the shower, your research project was going nowhere despite your multiple reminders to your groupmates, and even the way the sticky-sweet baklava clung to your teeth annoyed you.

worst of all, you had a fight with alhaitham.

now that you think of it, it could hardly be called a fight. you’ve seen full-grown adults in akademiya gowns act pettier in a structured debate, and you were sure that if you had asked alhaitham—truly asked, with no contempt or malice—he would’ve presented to you a perfectly reasonable explanation why he didn’t act like an asshole and moreso sounded like one.

right. the only person that was taking things too seriously was you. it had always been you.

it wasn’t that you wanted to be less emotional. you had spent too much time in your formative younger years denying the fact that you simply felt things more deeply, more quickly, than others. it was difficult to accept that you simply had thinner skin than most people—that, on a bad day, the veil of privacy that stood between your emotions and the outside world was nothing but sheer silk that fluttered all too easily with an evening breeze. 

the ‘fight’ was nothing spectacular, either. It wasn’t as if you two were having an intellectual discussion as two scholars, rigorously going through peer review on a research paper. it wasn’t as if neither of you would come out of it having respected each other a little less.

but, like the person that you are, so tethered to the heart that it kept your feet frozen sometimes, it had hurt you deeply.

it truly was nothing spectacular. you simply wanted to vent about your terrible groupmates, and you thought that it would be nothing more than a venting session over drinks, getting sober, and then buckling down to do the job once you were ready again in the morning.

but it escalated. he, also seemingly irritable that night, kept bringing up questions, solutions, to your dismay. at any other time, you would’ve let it slide and shelved it as simply alhaitham being alhaitham—a man who wanted life to be simple and easy, fixing problems before they sprung. however, what you needed that night was not a fixer or a tinkerer with all his haravatat wisdom. you needed alhaitham the drinking buddy, the one that would foot the bill, the one that held you in his arms and wanted to be of more comfort than the desk you hid under.

“i just wish you would just—listen!”

“i am listening. it’s just that it’s difficult to keep my words to myself, seeing as this problem can be easily fixed, if you weren’t so fixated on unnecessary things.”

“unnecessary? i don’t like them, but it doesn’t mean that i want to snitch on them!”

“what’s stopping you? they clearly don’t respect you. who else can they blame but themselves as the logical consequence of their actions if you do tell on them? they are adults in their own capacity, and the akademiya is not a place for people to loiter around, seeking for forgiveness for one’s own incompetence. their lesson is theirs to learn.”

“i have my own way of fixing things, alhaitham. you may not care about other people’s feelings, but i do! and i’d rather work it out clearly with them rather than resort to underhanded tactics just to have my life go a little smoother.”

“then tell me, why hasn’t your way of fixing problems worked? only an idiot would employ the same methods over and over again, hoping it’ll work the next time.”

he didn’t call you an idiot directly, but he didn’t have to. the insult found its way to you just the same. 

even if you did, you couldn’t fully deny it either. in the perspective of alhaitham, perhaps everyone else other than him was a dimwit full of hot air. the thought that the same applied to you, who you thought had a pretty close relationship with him, stung the most. 

he had tried to talk to you and reach out multiple times (although, by your estimates, his attempts were somewhat weak and clumsy), and you kept him out of your house with a badly made sign that said ‘TRESPASSERS BEWARE’ above an aranara carving that looked—in your opinion—pretty scary.

on these days, it was difficult. you couldn’t touch yourself, feeling so raw that you feared that wherever your hand brushed, you would come away bleeding. 

there were at least some good news though: your groupmates finally decided to cooperate with you for the project, and you were extremely thankful for it. it turns out that they all had personal issues that made it difficult to speak out on, and now that they realised that you wouldn’t judge them for whatever excuse they may have, they confided in you, and everything went as smoothly as you could hope for.

the four of you celebrated at the tavern, drinks in hand at 3 p.m. in the afternoon. the boss, seeing this particular group of inebriated students, simply shook his head and smiled defeatedly. by the time the sky changed colours, only you were left sitting alone at your table after having escorted the other three to their homes to get some well-earned rest. you would have left soon after, if not only for the fact that you had ‘bumped’ into alhaitham and he ordered a drink to have at your table.

“i was right,” was the first thing you said to him, and you enjoyed the look on his face when the words left your mouth. “i was right. everything turned out like i hoped it would.”

he tilted his head. “surely you can’t expect for luck and fortunate circumstances to befall you every time?”

“i don’t. i don’t, but… i’ll keep doing what i’m doing. i like it when everyone is happy. things won’t always go the way i want them to, but i’ll keep doing it, because it’s important to me that i try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, that i don’t walk the easy road if it means i’ve passed by something meaningful just to suffer a little less in my own life.”

“you sound like kaveh.”

you chuckled. “that sounds like a compliment to me. thank you.”

when his drink arrived, alhaitham nudged it your way across the table. you raised a brow. “what’s this for?”

“to say i’m sorry.”

“words aren’t enough for you?”

“words are only enough for people who trust others to tell the truth,” he paused, then added: “and i don’t.”

you hummed, then leaned back in your chair. “pretend, then, that we are two people who trust each other to tell the truth, and that we would believe in each other no matter what. what would you say?”

his green-red eyes flickered, and you didn’t know from what. if it was with other people, you could hazard a guess, sure—but alhaitham was different from the people you’ve met, and you did not want to presume what his heart feels.

(even if he claims that it’s only there to keep him alive.)

“when i couldn’t see you, i still thought of you, and i didn’t know what to do. i want to apologise for insulting you with my words, even if i didn’t mean to. i failed to calculate the exact way they had sounded until it reached my own ears and i saw how hurt you were.”

you said nothing, but nodded slightly as a go-on.

“i like it when things are simple, but that didn’t mean i wanted you to be simple. i just wanted things to be simple for you, and i unreasonably tried to force my perspective onto yours and ended up hurting you in the process. and for that…” he seemed to have trouble wrangling the words out of his throat, and you would’ve laughed if he didn’t look so pained. you reached out for his hand on the table, resting yours atop his. “...and for that, i am deeply sorry.”

you hummed. another moment to savour. 

there  was still one more thing you needed to clear up, though.

“...do you think i’m an idiot?”

unlike mere moments ago, the words shot out of his mouth before he even tried to rein them in. “no. not at all. i’ve never once thought you were.”

you smiled at him, somewhat self-deprecatingly. “but you don’t like how emotional i am.”

“it’s not a matter of liking or disliking. your emotions serve a purpose in your decision-making. it’s simply that… i do not like the experience of having to see you go through things that hurt you, even if you’re willing to do so.”

ah, so that’s what it is.

“alhaitham, do you care about me?”

his eyes, previously unfocused, darted back to meet your unflinching gaze. “have my actions indicated otherwise?”

you couldn’t help it. you snorted. “alhaitham, the line between caring for a person’s wellbeing out of courtesy rather than concern is a very thin line. at least, for the rest of us who you might call ‘drama queens’ and ‘fake socialites’.”

maybe he didn’t realise it, but his brows scrunched under your scrutiny, and you couldn’t help but feel joy at the fact that you made alhaitham, someone so aloof and disenchanted, truly perplexed.

“do you not know the answer already?”

“i do,” you say, and you were sure that your smile was infuriating him now. “i just wanted to hear you say it.”

a silence between both of you, even though the tavern was filled with the sound of chatter and the tinkling of dishes and cutlery. 

“i do care for you. deeply. does this answer satisfy you?”

“yep!” you smiled, and alhaitham wasn’t one to offer prayers of gratitude to the sevens above, but he was glad that you were so self-conscious of yourself to be blind to the way he leaned forward in his seat, his one hand tightly clutched under the table, and the way he wished he could bottle your smile and indulge in it on a rainy day, if he could.

ah well, alhaitham thought, tomorrow is another day without them realising. 

[theunlikelycassiopeia]

Note: this is my own creative take and is only roughly based on the game. Enjoy!

Cass still hadn’t quite processed everything that had occurred. A deep tiredness set in her bones, making her legs feel suddenly heavy. Since the nautiloid crash, Cass found herself in the company of very strange strangers. Shadowheart, half elf cleric, was awfully secretive about who she is. Sometimes Cass saw her wince in pain. Cass quickly learned to stop asking about that. Soon after the crash they’d found Gale, a very chatty wizard, stuck in a portal in a wall. Cass half-wished they’d left him there because he never stopped talking. Then, the day after, they came across the peculiar, white-haired Astarion. After a misunderstanding and a scuffle in the dirt, Cass decided to invite the pale elf to join them. Despite finding him awfully creepy, she found his skills in lockpicking to be very useful.

Shadowheart yawned “We really should get some rest and bunker down for the night.”

Astarion scanned the horizon “Finally. A smart suggestion. But this doesn’t seem like the kind of place with an inn…”

Cass unloaded her burlap sack from her back and plonked it down in the dust. She brushed her white hair out of her eyes and surveyed he area. “We’re better off camping out here. I’ll set up the fire if you l-”

“Camping?” exclaimed Astarion with disgust. “You may be a barbarian, but I am not sleeping in the dirt, darling-”

“Call me ‘darling’ one more time.” hissed Cass. She’d already warned him twice.

Astarion smirked. “Darl-”

“PERHAPS” Gale interrupted loudly, “we should deflect ourselves from such debates and focus on replenishing our energy. It looks like the most obvious option is to set up camp. I suspect tomorrow will be another trying day and it is awfully important that we are fully rested.”

Cass and Astarion narrowed their eyes at one another. Suddenly, a streak of sunlight danced across Astarion’s face and Cass realised how very pale the elf was. His eyes reflected ruby against the golden sun, his skin was so pallid it was almost translucent. Dark eyelashes swept up into his hooded eyelids. He tilted his eyes upwards at her, making him seem almost cat-like. Cass hadn’t realised that she was plainly staring at him until an inquisitive frown shifted across his brow.

“Would you like a painting or…?” A flush of red tinged the tips of his pointy ears.

Cass blinked. “Sorry, I just didn’t quite realise how white you are. Did you say you were just an elf?”

“It’s rude to comment on other’s appearances.” snapped Astarion.

“As nice as it is that you two are staring at one another, it would be better if you were helping set up camp” interjected Shadowheart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Cass was surprised and relieved that the air was still warm. For the sake of keeping some light in the camp, Cass set a fire going. The oaky smell of the burning wood reminded her of the temple. She shuddered away from the thought, rubbing the deep bruises on her wrists. A flash of a memory, she was being dragged from-

“This is some lovely cheese. Tastes very similar to what we have in Waterdeep. I know a wizard who is partial to a little cheese. You all may have heard of him. He’s legendary for his…”

Cass was, for once, grateful for Gale’s mindless chatter. She’d managed to get her hands on some cheese and bread from the camp they’d found in the underground ruins. She was yet to eat anything but her stomach was still so tense. She sighed out a shaky breath and brought her knees up to her chest. She scanned her eyes along her new acquaintances. Gale was talking near non-stop about Waterdeep to anyone who looked his way, Shadowheart was inspecting the unusual wound on her hand and Astarion’s eyes were fixed on the tree line of the woods next to their camp. Cass wondered about the Githyanki woman she’d fought alongside in the nautiloid. Where did she go?

After an hour, Gale and Shadowheart set their bedrolls next to the dwindling campfire. It wasn’t long until she heard their faint snores.

Despite being bone-tired, Cass could not switch off. Her mind raced over the past two days. Mind flayers, Intellect Devourers, dragons, githyankis, Avernus, Baldur’s Gate.

Suddenly, her mind snapped back into the present. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she was suddenly aware that everything was very quiet. She was being watched. She spun her head around. Astarion had silently perched himself on a felled tree a few feet behind her. Light from the dying campfire didn’t quite reach him. He was simply a dark and still silhouette against the silver moonlight. His eyes seem to shine in the dark of the night. He looked uncanny. She felt unnerved by him.

“You should get some sleep.” He whispered. His head tilted forward, his face catching the dying glow of firelight. His smile, which in daylight may have looked innocent, curled in slight wickedness. “I’ll keep watch.”

“Absolutely not,” she snipped at him. “Not a chance I am closing my eyes with you around. I will keep watch.”

Astarion huffed and pouted his bottom lip in feigned hurt. “Fine.”

She turned to face the campfire, but an uneasiness settled in her chest. I’m going to have to keep my eye on him, she thought to herself, creep.

Cass lay down on her bedroll and looked up at the starless sky. Smoke from the still burning nautiloid plumed into the dark of the night. She glanced over at the pale elf frequently and felt assured that he had taken to trimming his nails rather than watching her. He hummed a tune, one that she recognised as the bard tune Down by the River. As he hummed and preened himself, Cass found her mind drifted into strange dreams. She was barely aware that she’d fallen into a meditation. Not until-

Her eyes flew open as her instincts screamed for her to WAKE UP. Her heart almost leapt out of her mouth at the sight she was greeted with. Astarion’s face hovered over hers, his crimson eyes fixed on her exposed neck. His cold breath danced on her face. His mouth parted and his fangs- FANGS?!

“What are you-?!” Cass shot up so fast she almost headbutted him.

Astarion fell back, startled. He scrambled to his feet. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Cass jumped up, dizzy with adrenaline coursing through her. Astarion was already backing away. But it was too late, she could already see what he was. Her eyes were on his mouth.

“Shit,” he muttered, panicked. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I just- shit. I just need some..”

“Some WHAT?!” Cass picked up a jagged piece of wood from the now dead campfire.

Astarion’s eyes widened in fear. “Wait, please, just let me explain.” His eyes darted to the others who were still deep in their slumber.

“A vampire? You’re a vampire?!”

“I promise, I wasn’t going to kill you.” His voiced pleaded, his eyes now trained on the wooden stake in her hands. “I was only going to take a little. Please don’t kill me. If you want, I will leave.”

“I can’t let you leave. Who’s to say you won’t come back and kill us all?!” Cass gripped the charred stake in her hand.

“If I was going to kill you, I would have done that already. But I don’t want to kill you. I just need a little bit of blood.” Astarion had both of his hands slightly raised in surrender. His head was bowed, and his eyes pleaded for mercy.

In any normal situation, Cass would have killed him already. But this was NOT a normal situation. A strange thought ebbed into her mind.

Help him.

She shrugged the thought away and took a careful step forward. Astarion shuffled backwards, almost loosing his balance on the uneven terrain.

No rash decisions, bear heart.

She paused but clenched her jaw.

“Shit shit shit-” his eyes darted around, searching for the safest escape.

Look at him. He’s exhausted like you. He’s just trying to survive like you. Think of all you led to slaughter in the past, young acolyte. Your redemption can start here.

She dropped the wood.

Astarion froze on the spot, confused.

“When was the last time you killed someone?” she asked, bluntly.

“Killed someone?” He responded incredulously. “I’ve not killed anyone! Well, not recently. I’ve not fed, you see. Not in a long time. I am weak.”

Cass regarded him, her heart thundering in her chest. Something whispered from the peripheral of her mind. Give him a chance.

Astarion’s eyes flickered across her face. He lowered his hands slowly. “Look… If I am going to fight alongside you all, I need to be strong.”

“I am still processing the fact that you’re a fucking vampire. I knew you were creepy, but THIS?”

“Cre-? Excuse me.” He exclaimed, hands now on his hips. “I am not a true vampire, anyway. I am merely a spawn.”

“Same difference to me,” Cass bit back. “Whatever you are, you should have told us from the start.”

“Exactly how would I have gone about that? ‘Hello, my name is Astarion. I am a vampire spawn. Lovely to meet you!’”

“Well, it would have been a start!” huffed Cass.

“Oh!” scoffed Astarion, “Because you certainly would not have driven a dagger straight through my chest!”

“Well…” Cass folded her arms across her chest, “I suppose you’re right. But no more secrets from now on, yes?”

Astarion’s eyes watched her face intently, his eyes slowly taking in her features. He was trying to read her.

“So… you’re not going to kill me?”

“No.” Cass took a deep breath in. She shook her head as if in disagreement with herself.

“And… I can stay?”

“Yes. I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

His eyebrows shot up, as if no one had ever trusted him before. “Really?”

“Are you really questioning me right now?”

Something changed in his expression. “What’s the cost?” he asked softly. Somehow, Astarion suddenly made himself appear smaller. His eyes dropped to the floor. His shoulders rounded downwards, as if in resignation. Or was it shame?

“…Cost?” Cass observed his sudden change in body language. He appeared almost frightened. “There’s no cost, Astarion. It’s better we all stay together in this. We’re all just trying to survive- when you’re not trying to drink me to death. We should remain allies.”

Astarion pulled his gaze back up to her eyes. For a moment, he glanced away and muttered something unintelligible to himself.

“Astarion?”

He straighten himself and threw her an amused looked and straightened himself out. “You know, you are a strange one. Full of surpises.”

“That’s a little rich, coming from you.”

“I’m honestly just wondering how sound your mind is, darling.” Astarion laughed. But then stopped as soon as Cass uncrossed her arms and glared at him. “So, you are… trusting me?”

“Yes. Maybe. Well, you need to earn it. But you must tell the others about your condition. Tomorrow.” Her words didn’t feel like her own. In her old life it wouldn’t have been a shock to anyone if she’d hacked his head right from his shoulders. But that strange sensation inside of her told her to Help him. Was it the tadpole? No. She didn’t think it was.

“I promise to tell the others.” He laughed nervously and rubbed his forehead. She noticed that his hands were shaking. “I really thought you were going to kill me.”

“Well, I thought so too. But apparently I am an idiot. We’re going to have to start trying to trust one another if we’re going to survive.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” They stood, looking at one another for a moment. Internally, Cass was fighting with herself.

Idiot.

You should have killed him immediately.

No, whispered that new strange part of herself. He’s important. Wait and see.

Astarion cleared his throat, bringing Cass back from her thoughts.

“I wondered, though…” he tilted his head to the side, as if he were an innocent child. “Do you think you could trust me… just a little further?”

Cass’s eyes flittered down to his mouth. He smiled, dangerously. White, sharp teeth exposed just a little. Her eyes flitted back to his eyes. Hunger. He was starving for her.

“You must be kidding.” She scoffed.

“I only need a drop.”

Help him.

Don’t be so stupid!

Help him.

He’s going to kill me!

Help him.

“Only what you need and nothing more.” Her own words surprised her.

“Not a drop more.” He purred. He bit his lip. Excitement and fear pooled in her belly. What on earth was she doing?!

His eyes darkened, like midnight. He stepped closer to her, his footsteps silent.

Astarion gestured to her bedroll. “Let’s make ourselves comfortable, why don’t we?”

Cass laid down on her back, her body quivered in anticipation. He stood over her for a moment. Moonlight shone like a halo through his white hair. His eyes danced on her neck. He brushed his thumb over his bottom lip, as if contemplating his meal. As he towered above her, she realised that he really was VERY beautiful. His ridiculous poet blouse was slightly loose across his chest. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. She wondered for a moment if he actually needed to breathe? He tilted his head back slightly, still considering his next move. As he done so, she finally saw the scar on his neck. Two small, but deep holes on the right side of his neck. She wondered how on earth she did not notice it before.

His tongue flashed in a quick motion as he wet his lips. Cass’s breath caught in her mouth.

“Are you ready?” the words came out of his mouth like a melody.

She nodded. In slow movements, he kneeled over her, a knee on either side of her waist. Her heart hammered in a quick loud pace. His eyes glanced down to her chest.

“Be quiet, that little rabbit heart of yours.” He smiled, teeth exposed.

He then traced a cool finger from the edge of her jaw down to her collar bone. He was looking for a good spot. His lips parted slightly, his tongue curled to the edge of a sharp fang.

As he sat back on his heels, she felt the weight of him on her hips. Heat pooled in frenzy at the base of her abdomen. She resisted the urge to bring her hands to his thighs. Her thoughts edged treacherously, wondering what he looked like without that ridiculous blouse on. She shook the stupid thought away, feeling annoyed with her carnal reaction to him. He’s a fucking vampire.

“Are you sure about this?” he said in barely a whisper.

She nodded.

“I need you to say yes.”

“Yes.”

As he began to arch over her, he placed a hand on either side of her head. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him.

“Very good, darling.” he breathed into her neck then-

At first, it was like a cold shard of ice in her neck. Cass gasped at the shock of the pain and her hand found its way to Astarion’s chest. She gripped his blouse. In involuntary movement, she pulled him down to her and he complied. Soon the pain faded, and her vision was met with a blur. She could hear her pulse rushing in a terrible rhythm. She became very aware of the small sound of pleasure he made against her neck as he bit deep. She felt the small brushes of his tongue against her skin as her blood pulsed into his mouth.

Then her vision began to darken.

“Astarion, that’s enough.”

He didn’t let go.

Panic.

“That’s enough!”

He withdrew fast. He threw his head back and breathed deeply, as if coming up for breath. Deep, dark, oxygenated blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, down his neck. He made quick work with his fingers, drawing up the blood from his neck before it reached his blouse. Cass watched dizzily as he sucked hungrily on his fingers.

“That was… amazing.” His voice was thick with pleasure. “You are delicious. I feel stronger. I feel happy.” He was almost panting as he looked down on her. He gently placed the palm of his cool hand on her throat. The other hand brushed away her white hair from the sticky wound he left. His mouth, still slightly open, curled up into a drunken smile. Cass remained still. It took her a moment to realise that she was almost enjoying herself. She felt heat burn the tips of her ears. Astarion had noticed. With one soft hand still on her throat, brushed his forefinger of his other hand up to the point of her left ear, sending a pulse of hot electricity deep into her belly. Gently, he smoothed his palm from the base of her throat up to her jaw. His thumb applied pressure to her chin, encouraging her to open her mouth. She surrendered to this unspoken command. Astarion’s eyes fixed on her mouth. He let out a shuddering breath as he held her there for a moment.

He finally stood up, stepping over her.

“Where are you going?” her voiced almost sounded intoxicated.

“As lovely as you are, that wasn’t quite enough. I need something more substantial.” He turned toward the woodland but then suddenly paused. He looked over his shoulder, his expression unreadable “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

As he walked away, she noticed that he looked stronger. He looked more confident. He stood taller. She also noticed the flush of crimson at the tips of his pale ears. She smiled.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi I was wondering if I could have a match up please? (and thank you :))

Age: 19

Pronouns: He/It

Matchup: Scooby doo, happy potter, and Dc please

Zodiac: Libra Sun

Sexuality: Bi

Looks: I am 5 '3 and kind of lanky, I have short hair. I am slightly tan due to my Hispanic genes but not much. I tend to have RBF. My fashion sense is all over the place but I stick with black or dark clothes. I am also almost always cold.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, crafts, watching TV and gaming.

Interests: Cartoons, scary movies/stories/etc, writing, mythology, books, FNAF

Style: Mine switches but mainly, dark academia, goth, nerdy, and middle school boy.

Personality: I am an introvert and have very bad anxiety. I tend to be chatty at times and be a pessimist. I also get frustrated with things because of my ADHD and Autism. I tend to stim, have anxiety/ADHD tics, scratch my arm, and stutters. I am pretty smart but my procrastination doesn’t help that. I am also almost very tired because I have horrible sleeping habits. I have a habit of going non-verbal for times so I learned ASL. my MBTI list is INTJ/INTP

Love language: I like giving things to people since it shows my love. I can cook and bake food, give to my friends. I also am very excited about holidays because I would make gifts, cards, drawing, etc for my friends and family.

I personally like gift giving, I really like weird stuff like bones, rocks,etc. I also like words or affirmations or touch from time to time

I’m so so sorry if this is too long.

HI! Don't worry, it's not too long! Thank you for all the information you gave me, it helped a lot when finding you the perfect match! ;)

I hope you enjoy your matchups!

<333333

Romantic Matchups; Scooby Doo, Harry Potter, and DC

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Romantic;

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Scooby Doo;

Velma Dinkley -

You first met Velma in a quirky, small-town library where she was researching an obscure paranormal phenomenon.

She noticed you pulling a thick stack of mythology books and couldn't resist striking up a conversation about your shared interest in the mythology and supernatural.

You were hesitant at first, overwhelmed by her somewhat shy but also confident - and rapid-fire explanations - but her passion drew you in.

She noticed while in conversation that you were stimming with a pen, and so she offered you a stress toy that she carried around 'just in case'.

Really, it was whenever Shaggy forgot his stress toys, Velma always had a few extra on her.

Velma loved how your knowledge of mythology and horror complemented her detective work.

She started asking for your input on cases, even ones where the supernatural wasn’t involved.

Yeah, it wasn't long into your friendship that she told you about her job with her other friends.

Though, she made sure that you were ready when introducing you to her friends; Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby.

You bonded over late-night study or gaming sessions.

Who knew that she actually liked video games?

She introduced you to her favorite puzzles and logic games, and you surprised her with your knack for finding unconventional solutions.

She quickly learned to recognize when you needed space or were overwhelmed, offering quiet support without pressuring you to talk.

Velma began to fall for you when she realized how deeply you cared for others, even when it hard for you to express it.

She admired how you poured your energy into making/finding thoughtful gifts for people you loved.

On your end, you couldn’t help but notice how Velma’s intelligence was matched by her kindness. She made you feel understood in a way that no one else did.

She would obviously already know ASL, so she can communicate with you if ever you go non-verbal.

Velma officially asked you out during a quiet moment at the Mystery Machine. She’d written her feelings out in a little notebook.

Dates involved exploring old bookstores, binge-watching classic horror cartoons, and even arts and crafts.

She loved the gifts you had given her - homemade bookmarks, shiny rocks, and hand-drawn cards.

And food! She loves it whenever you bake her something!

She is a sucker for your cookies!

She loves giving you things in return; a piece of a coyote jaw bone, a very cool and smooth rock, a raven feather made into a quill - with some ink for your writing.

You helped Velma organize her notes when she got overwhelmed with research, offering her snacks and tea to keep her going.

She took you on ghost-hunting adventures, letting you hang back with her equipment if you were too anxious to join the front-line sleuthing.

Velma would often give you hugs or hold your hand when she noticed you getting fidgety in social situations, her presence calming you down.

But, if you are not into hugs at that moment, she will soothe you with her kind words and soft voice.

If you don't want that, she will just sit or stand beside you, comforting you with her presence, in the peaceful silence.

She bought you a heated blanket for your always-cold tendencies and loved wrapping you up in it while you watched horror movies together.

If anyone made you uncomfortable or dismissed your stims, she’d give them a firm, no-nonsense lecture about respecting boundaries.

You’d leave encouraging notes in her notebooks, reminding her how brilliant she was whenever she doubted herself.

Knowing how much she loved mysteries, you created a mini-scavenger hunt for her birthday, with clues leading to a handmade scrapbook of your favorite moments together.

By the way, Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scobby love you!

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Harry Potter;

Sirius Black -

You were friends with Lily Evans and often helped her with schoolwork.

Through her, you untimely met Sirius.

Sigh.

Who initially came off as loud and intimidating to your more introverted self.

He was also quite the hindrance when you were trying to work on homework, but then again, you were also procrastinating.

Sirius found your quiet nature intriguing and took it as a challenge to get you out of your shell.

He’d sit next to you during meals or throw playful quips your way until you eventually started bantering back.

Opening up a bit took a while, he had to earn your trust.

Sirius loved dragging you into mischievous adventures, but he also respected your need for calm moments.

Which surprised you a bit because, well, he was Sirius Black.

But he was considerate, knowing when you were becoming overwhelmed or overstimulated and making sure you found a quiet place to destimulate.

He’d often sit with you in the library, pretending to study while secretly drawing funny doodles to try and make you laugh.

Sirius Black? In a library?

Never heard of that.

When he started spending time with you in the library, that's when James, Remus, and Peter started getting the feeling that Sirius liked you.

Yeah, more than a friend.

He always carried a charm or trinket you’d made for him, claiming it brought him luck during Quidditch matches.

He really likes the black dog keychain you made him, it's on his satchel bag.

Sirius realized his feelings at James and Lily’s wedding, where he saw you sitting alone, looking lost in thought. He was struck by how much he wanted to make you smile.

To be the reason for your wonderful smile...

Oof, he was hooked, smitten; he fancied you.

For you, it was the little things he did - like carrying a scarf to lend you when you got cold, buying you and him matching slippers, and when he tried baking you something for once... That made you fall for him.

After years of friendship, the transition to romance felt natural, as if it had been building up all along.

The night of the wedding, Sirius sat next to you and quietly confessed his feelings, offering you his hand for a dance.

That dance turned into a slow, heartfelt moment where everything else faded away.

He was fiercely protective, always checking in on your anxiety or making sure you had an escape plan at crowded events.

You’d spend hours curled up together, you reading while he absentmindedly played with your hair or practiced spells.

Sirius loved taking you on nighttime walks, and pointing out constellations while you shared random historical facts.

He taught you to ride a broom, holding you steady until you felt comfortable soaring on your own.

Sirius made a point of remembering your stims and comforting habits, offering distractions or grounding techniques when you were stressed.

Buys you all the pillows, blankets, and stuffies you could ever wish for whenever you are tired.

Just take a nap, and let all your worries wash away...

You defended him fiercely when people brought up his family, shutting down any judgment with calm but firm logic.

And, yeah, you know about his dog form.

Doggy pets.

Totally helps with anxiety.

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DC;

Helena Bertinelli (Huntress) -

You worked with the Justice League as a coordinator for resources and information.

Helena - Huntress - initially saw you as another "desk job" person and didn’t think much of it until you helped her track down a lead she’d been chasing for weeks.

She felt kind of bad for underestimating you.

She was impressed by your efficiency and sharp intellect, but it wasn’t until she noticed your quiet confidence that she started to really respect you.

You bonded over late nights in the Watchtower, where she’d take breaks from patrols and find you engrossed in a book or crafting.

Helena appreciated how you respected her boundaries but also had a knack for offering support when she needed it most.

She’d often sit with you during your breaks, sharing stories about her latest missions while you listened attentively and asked thoughtful questions.

You started stashing snacks and warm drinks for her, knowing she often forgot to take care of herself during long missions.

Helena started to develop feelings when she noticed how deeply you cared for her well-being, even when she tried to brush it off. She admired your determination and the way you made her feel seen and heard.

You didn't see her like some of the others in the Justice League.

They didn't fully trust her because how she thought killing was justified if the person had done something incredibly horrible.

You understood her, you made her feel seen, and you knew that she was just doing what she could to get rid of the bad people in the world.

Oh, and she usually ran on revenge, they didn't like that either.

But you liked her.

:)

Basically, what I am saying, is that you supported her unconditionally, standing by her even when her methods were questioned by others, because you believed in her heart.

For you, it was her unwavering sense of justice and the rare moments when she let her guard down around you that made your heart ache for her.

The realization hit you both slowly but undeniably, like puzzle pieces falling into place.

Helena confessed her feelings one night in the Watchtower, her voice soft but steady as she admitted that she trusted you more than anyone else.

Dates were unconventional - training sessions in the gym, sneaking away to cozy diners or sharing a bottle of your favorite drink after a long day.

If you both aren't in the mood for anything crazy - as said above - the both of you would spend time reading together, watching horror movies, or even napping.

She was fiercely loyal and made a point of checking in with you, whether through a quick message during missions or a surprise visit to your office.

You helped Helena upgrade her gear, offering creative ideas that combined her combat expertise with your resourcefulness.

She is obsessed with the upgrade you gave her crossbow.

She loved reading alongside you, even if her taste leaned more toward gritty crime novels than your mythology and horror books.

Movie nights were a staple - she secretly enjoyed the cartoons and horror flicks you introduced her to, though she’d never admit it.

Helena made a habit of walking you home after work, her protective instincts kicking in every time she thought about you being alone at night.

Loves secretly leaving your gifts on your desk in your office - like cozy, dark-colored sweaters that fit your aesthetic.

She'd also surprise you with other small tokens of affection - a rare book you'd mentioned, a sleek jacket to match hers, or a plushie she saw and that reminded her of you.

She totally understands when you need to be alone, if ever. She also likes her alone time.

She also totally understands whenever you become overwhelmed or overstimulated; she has a full bin of fidget toys and craft supplies in her room whenever you need them.

Speaking more about fidget toys; Helena kept a small collection of fidget toys you introduced her to, finding them surprisingly helpful for calming her nerves after intense missions.

She’d often fidget with one while talking to you, claiming it was your fault she’d gotten attached.

[shyfairies]

Hello! Hope you are doing well! I would love to get a male romantic matchup from you.

So, about me. I am a very shy, introverted girl. I usually go out of my way to avoid social interactions and at times I freeze when I have to go up to talk to someone I don't know very well. But that dosent mean I hate socialising! I get chatty with the people I'm closest with but I still prefer alone time more than anything. I've been told I'm a very sweet but very sensitive person, i also cry very easily. My hobbies are crocheting, reading and listening to music. I have my headphones on so often that I definitely see hearing loss in my future. I'm daydreamer and I zone out a lot of the time, I'm also very introspective and self aware which is my own personal downfall.

My physical attributes:

Female

160cm

I have an hourglass figure

I have long dark brown hair

Hazel eyes

When looking for a partner, I guess I'm looking for someone who is confident and a people person, someone who will balance me out in that regard. Someone who I can read with and talk about anything. Someone who will take the time off day to really listen to me and share their inner most thought with me.

Thank you so much if you take up my request! I really appreciate it!

i match you with...♡

☆Jonathan Joestar☆

i felt deep in my soul that i needed to match you with jonathan

he thinks its so cute that you're shy

i think he's the perfect amount of people person to go with your shyness

when you guys are out in public together he will do all the talking for you

most definitely will order your food for you (and pay ofc)

he's a gentleman!

he loves that he can just wrap you up in his arms, the size difference makes his heart melt

loves loves loves to sit and read with you

even if he loses interest in his book and ends up just looking at you the whole time instead

he just thinks you're the most attractive person in the world

uses petnames like sweetheart, dear, and my beloved

will sit next to you and listen to you talk for hours while gazing at you with the most pure look of love in his eyes

everyone can tell how in love he is with you just from looking at how he looks at you

he'd totally be into slow dancing

wants you to teach him how to crochet (he'd be terrible at it)

would probably only be able to make chains lmao

but he loves to try just so he has an excuse to be with you

he wants you to crochet him a sweater but it takes you forever because he's literally huge

loves to ask what you're daydreaming about

he just wants to know what's on your mind!

when he notices you're sad, he'll come up to you and just hold you, he'll let you cry in his shoulder for as long as you need to, gently caressing your back and kissing the top of your head

SO LOYAL

wants to try to make you breakfast in bed

the toast might be a little bit burnt but you can tell he put effort into it

puts your life before his

you're his world

he is a VERY affectionate man and loves to cuddle

if you're okay with physical touch, he will probably hold you all night long

very much a big spoon, but also enjoys when you full on lay on top of him

will talk you to sleep

he is your biggest supporter and will support you in everything you do

would definitely propose to you like... pretty early on😭

he is SURE he is going to marry you

and honestly, he would be the most faithful, loyal, and loving husband you could have

like seriously you will always be taken care of

lowkey would spoil you so hard🤭

p.s. SORRY THIS WAS SO SAPPYYY😭❤️

[sugarcryztal]

Hi I'm Kurumi and I would like to request a honkai star rail romantic matchup with a male character please <3.

My pronouns are she/her and I'm straight.

I'm a Virgo, INTJ.I’m mostly introverted, closed off but I'm more cheerful and playful with the people I'm close to. I can be very cuddly with my partner but I need a lot of alone time too, I'm a very independent person. I’m very honest even blunt at times, also I tend to be a rational person. I’m extremely determined and ambitious but very stubborn. I’m observant and I try mybest to be attentive to those close to me, I’m a good listener. I can infodump at times and get over focused on subjects I like. Also, I am very insomniac and I can overthink a lot.

I like fruits, cats, ducks, tarot readings, quiet places, fancy dates nights and listening to music. I love fashion and walking in wild/natural places especially mountains. I also enjoy swimming and lakes a lot. I love learning new languages too.

I dislike small talks, crowded places, meat(I'm a vegetarian), rude people and cowards.

Hobbies : My hobbies are reading, playing video games (I don't like a specific genre, I like everything. I mainly play HSR and Genshin Impact frequently , but these days I'm playing Near Automata and Eden Ring). I like reading manga,watching anime and I also enjoy crocheting.

Thank you for reading and for the matchup ! Have a good day :)

sorry for taking so long! i will be honest i was taking a break and forgot abt this 😭 im so sorry

Your HSR match is. . .

JING YUAN !

⟡ okay okay. introvert x introvert!

⟡ I’m not apologizing for imagining Jing Yuan as an introvert because I firmly believe when he wanted to recharge his energy he cuddles with you in a quiet place.

⟡ When he was pining for you he was PINING!

⟡ He went as far as to clear his schedules on short notice if you asked for his time. What important meeting? He has no idea what Fu Xuan is talking about!

⟡ Due to your closed off nature, he was naturally inclined to be curious about you. Leading to him quietly and slowly approaching you.

⟡ He was… Annoying at first! But after getting to know him more and figuring out he’s actually a nice guy behind his noble title, you softened a little.

⟡ He was overjoyed when this change happened!

⟡ When he asked you out he did not sugar coat it. Since you were so honest with him he might as well be honest with you!

⟡ He probably conjured up a letter written with his finest hand writing asking you to meet somewhere and then he just straight up said he liked you.

⟡ Maybe you were a little annoyed because it wasn’t how you pictured that would’ve happened, but your gaze turned tender when he took your hands into his warm ones. He softly kissed the back of your hand while quietly asking you to do him the honor of letting him date you.

⟡ You said yes!

⟡ When you guys are dating, he’s very cuddly. He very much likes contact with you and sometimes may even use you as a pillow while he dozes off!

⟡ Tries to get you to stay around him as much as possible, though of course he also understands you are an independent person with your own things to do.

⟡ If you end up sleeping over at his house. Don’t be surprised if you end up cuddling with him in his bed. If you’re uncomfortable he understands, but he just loves how warm you are!

⟡ Once you’re in his grip. He will not let you get up. In the morning when you try to get up, he tightens his arms around your waist while softly mumbling into your hair, “Five more minutes.”

⟡ (It was not five minutes)

⟡ Whispers soft reassurances and affirmations in your ear until you fall asleep while he spoons you in his arms.

⟡ He honestly doesn’t talk a whole lot, but if you ask him questions about certain things he becomes rather chatty!

⟡ Stuff like the Luofu’s past, his past, or just any questions you have in general! Will maybe even purposefully start silly debates.

⟡ He’s a very nostalgic person though, he likes to talk about things of the past even though he has moved on from it. It just brings back fond memories for him!

⟡ He’s more of the type to listen to you talk though. He especially like it when you talk while you guys are watching something together or when he’s working. It’s like listening to a podcast except it’s your beautiful voice he gets to hear!

⟡ Sometimes when you guys are on a picnic or just simply laying in bed together, he plays soft music for you both to fall asleep to. He finds it relaxing.

⟡ Takes you out on dates a lot when he has the time. Sometimes he can get a bit busy because he’s still the general, but of course he will always find time for you. He’d rather spend time with you than reading documents anyway.

⟡ For dates he’ll probably take you out to eat a lot. He loves exploring different things with you including food!

⟡ He also goes on a lot of walks with you, he likes holding your hand while walking through his garden.

Jing Yuan being the ever-so-darling boyfriend he is, texted you to invite you to his office. At first you refused, encouraging him to actually get his work done instead of dozing off, but after him begging so sweetly to hang out with him because he missed you: you ended up giving in.

Which is what led you to now, your boyfriend holding your hand as you guys walked through the gardens next to his office. You knew Fu Xuan would be mad later because he was off task, but the way he softly took your hand and kissed the back of your palm upon you first arriving made you melt. You were spaced out, thinking about the consequences of both yours and his actions, until a voice called to you,

“Love? You should stop worrying so much… It’s not like it’s any fun.” Jing Yuan mused softly. He gestured to a bench near a small pond under a tree. “Care for a break from walking?”

You briefly nodded. You both settled down on the bench, looking down at the tranquil water that reflected your faces. It was peaceful for a moment. You thought of the times you both did this before, but when you guys were just friends. You were about to speak up about it until he gently grabbed your hand off the bench, bringing it up to his lips.

“You truly are divine, love.” Jing Yuan mumbled with affection dripping from his voice. He pressed kisses from the back of your palm and up your arm, pressing one last kiss to your jawline before he broke away. He gently caressed your face before guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours and you both ended up falling asleep. Just five minutes.

09.06.2024

[sea-owl]

I found this in my drafts. I don't know if y'all remember, but I have an au around here somewhere where omega Penelope makes up a fake suitor to avoid being engaged to alpha Phillip, something they both want to avoid. Phillip is the only one she tells her suitor is fake but to the surprise of both if them the person Penelope has been writing to wasn't her penpal Eloise but instead her brother, the very real alpha Colin Bridgerton. It was probably my first omegaverse idea for Bridgerton.

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"I must confess, Mr. Bridgerton, I did not believe you to be real," Penelope said the next day.

The couple was promardeing around Hyde Park. After the initial awkward first meeting, which Penelope played off as being tired from the long journey, the couple had arranged to meet up the next day.

Phillip was playing as their chaperone. Following them at a distance. Penelope was grateful her mother allowed this as Phillip was probably the only one she felt comfortable doing so.

"Rereading your letters over the past week, I have to say I am not surprised," Colin replied. "Though it was nice to write to someone and not worry about proprietary."

Penelope giggled. "Yes it was."

The two stopped, alpha and omega staring at one another.

"So what are we to do now?" Penelope asked.

"Nothing I told you in our letters was false. I was serious about our courting when you came to London," Colin said. "Meeting you in person has not changed that. If you will have me, I would like to make our courtship official with the possibility of marriage."

Penelope nodded. If Colin was like he was in his letters, then she could imagine a marriage between them. And if not, then Penelope will still be okay. Her earnings from her novels was more than enough to keep her comfortable, and she'll always have Phillip's friendship too.

"Yes Mr. Bridgerton, I accept your courship."

Colin smiled, lifting Penelope's hand he placed a soft kiss on the back of it. "I shall call on you soon then, and by then I want you to call me Colin."

With that, Colin handed Penelope back to Phillip. The two then making their way back to Featherington House.

"So all went well?" Phillip asked. "It seems like it did from where I was standing."

Penelope laughed, giving her oldest friend a slight shove. "As well as one would expect when they learn their fake caller is real. We plan to give courtship an actual try now. Now we must find you a lovely lady to call upon!"

"Unfortunately that might be a little harder-" Phillip cut himself off. Sniffing the air his eyes glazed over. "Lonicera periclymenum. . ."

"Pip?" Penelope shook her friends arm. Sniffing the air, she could smell honeysuckle but nothing really out of the ordinary. "Pip? Phillip!"

Phillip shook his head. "I'm sorry Pen, what?"

Penelope looked over the alpha. She hasn't seen that glazed over look in a while. "Are you alright?"

Before Phillip could respond, Penelope found herself being tackled by a fellow omega. This omega smiled of honeysuckle and had the same chestnut hair as Penelope's suitor.

"Oh Pen! I can't believe I finally get to meet you in person!" The omega excitedly said.

Penelope blinked. "Eloise?"

The omega nodded.

Eloise Bridgerton, Penelope's pen pal, and sister to Penelope's new suitor.

"When Mama said you and Colin were going to promenade in the park I knew I had to rush over!"

Penelope nodded, Eloise was just as chatty in real life as she was in her letters. As the two girls talked the red haired omega noticed the looks Eloise would sneak over to Phillip. She also noticed the slight blush on Phillip's cheeks.

Interesting. Penelope may be getting a ne idea, maybe she'll end up writing another Lady Whistledown novel on it.