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Unbreakable Bonds
Pairing: Master!AnakinxPadawan!Reader
Summary: A master is supposed to care deeply for his Padawan… Right?
Word count: 3.8K
A/N: IMPORTANT: Anakin is 26 in this one. You’re 21. Okay? Okay. First. Sorry for disappearing! I’m fine and thank you so much for all the kind words in my inbox they meant the world to me. I just got uninspired for writing and burnt out from work. Second. I genuinely thought this was way longer than it is. Uhhhhh it’s a two parter. Maybe a three. No promises. Can y’all tell this is my fav trope? But i missed u guys 🫶🏼 lazy ending warning i didn’t wanna keep going i wanted to split it in two.
The sounds of the 501st yelling around you was not what you expected to wake up to. The men of the battalion had set up a camp for everybody on the remote planet you’d landed on in the Outer Rim the night before because the walk had been far too long to do in one stretch. You couldn’t even remember what the planet was called. You just knew your Master was assigned to a mission here and that meant you were assigned to it as well.
You shot out of your sleeping bag when you heard blaster shots above head. One flew through your tent, barely even a foot away from you. Your hand reached for your lightsaber on the ground and it flew into your grip as you ran through the flimsy tent door.
The bright suns of the desert planet blinded you for a moment and you adjusted your eyes before whipping your head toward all the commotion.
“They’re flanking left!” You heard Fives yell. You ran over to where you saw Anakin using a rock as cover.
“Master, why didn’t you wake me?” You yelled over the sounds of blaster fire and explosions with wide eyes. He smiled at you, a smile that didn’t aid your panic.
“Well good morning, Princess. Sleep well?” He always had time for jokes, even in an ambush. You groaned and ducked further down when you felt a blaster shot coming directly at you. “If you didn’t already notice. We’ve been ambushed, but I have a plan.” He finished and you stared at him with a blank expression.
“What would that be, Master?” You said wearily, you were preparing yourself to hear what could be considered by most to be an insane string of words in response to your question. To you though, it would be a normal Anakin thing to say. The 501st was doing a fantastic job at keeping them at bay for the short duration of your conversation but instead of responding, Anakin simply smiled before running right at the blaster shots, blocking them as if the ambush meant nothing to him.
The five year difference in your ages didn’t seem to matter. You tended to act and feel like the older one most days. It was a shame when your previous Master died, you cried in your room for days when the news arrived and you still flinched when you heard his name, it gave the council pretty much no choice but to put you under Anakin’s charge until you finished your training and completed your trials.
Regardless of who was more mature, you followed him blindly. The knowledge that you could trust him not to get you killed at the very minimum was reason enough to stay right on his heel. He was running toward a tank that was firing explosives at your camp. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself when he climbed up on top of it, dodging whatever came his way in the process. You followed him, doing the best you could with what you had been taught.
You stood with him on top of the tank and he used his lightsaber to cut the locked door open. It dropped to the floor of the small space inside the tank, crushing a battle droid in the process. Anakin jumped down to the bottom and you opted for climbing down the ladder, following him closely. He took the second battle droids head off with one swing of his lightsaber and took the piloting chair when the droid fell to the ground. You stood watch behind him, in case anybody came in behind the two of you.
With an aggressive turn to the handles that controlled the top half of the machine, Anakin turned the tanks artillery around causing your body to jostle around. You caught your footing and within moments, most of the battle droids around you became victim to the explosives flying out of the tank.
You heard something above head and your eyes caught sight of a droid holding a blaster toward you. You expected the thing to climb down before it blasted but when it shot at you from its vantage point you stumbled back with a stagger. Using a relatively easy Force ability, you pushed it off the tank and it landed on the ground. The tank moved as if it had gone over a bump and you safely assumed that you had done your job at getting rid of the droid.
“What was that?” He called over his shoulder and you looked down at your arm where your previously dry robe now had a small, blood-soaked patch.
“Nothing. I took care of it.” You replied with no hesitation. You heard the commotion eventually come to an end and Anakin let the 501st finish off the few remaining droids before getting up out of his seat.
“Thanks for trusting me, Y/N.” He said as he walked by you in the dimly lit space. You placed your lightsaber on your hip and followed him as he climbed up and out of the tank. You winced every time you pulled yourself up the ladder with your injured arm but you still got to the top fairly quickly. Anakin hopped down to the ground and held his hand out to help you. His eyes trailed to your stained robe as you reached your own hand to meet his.
Anakin pulled you down with both haste and caution. His eyebrows furrowed as he examined your wound as best as he could and you stared at him with an expression that screamed silent apologies.
“I’m sorry. I misread the situation and it shot me-“ You started and he didn’t let you finish.
“Next time I check in on you. Tell me the truth.” He spoke sternly as he guided you back to what was left of the camp. You closed your eyes for a moment, beating yourself up for not speaking up.
“I didn’t want to distract you.” You spoke softly and he scoffed.
“You know what’s worse than distracting me? Letting me turn around to see you bled out on the ground.” He stopped walking and his hand still held a firm grip on your uninjured bicep. Your eyes watched your shoes, feeling Anakin’s gaze bore into you.
“Never lie to me again. Mistakes happen, don’t let them fester.” Anakin’s voice was softer now. He let go of your arm and he continued walking before you could apologize again.
Your head hung low as you approached the men who fought valiantly for your Master; not because you were embarrassed, but because you couldn’t keep your head up. You felt your body begin to lose stability and you looked at your arm again, the patch had become almost the entire lower half of your arm and you were beginning to feel the pain. The adrenaline wouldn’t bring you much further and you knew it.
You opened your mouth to speak but you began to see small black dots in your vision. Your head spun slowly and your eyes fell shut. You had very little control over where you dropped, but you felt the impact right before you blacked out and you knew it was going to leave a bruise or two.
You woke up to see the interior of Anakin’s star fighter. You blinked slowly, wincing in pain. You looked down at your arm, it was dressed professionally and your sleeve had been cut off, likely to access the wound without undressing you.
“Keep still. You’re still healing.” A voice rang through the room and you turned your head to find the source. You winced when the movement caused your wound to burn. You heard Anakin sigh and stand up. He stood over you, eyebrows knitted in concern with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What part of ‘tell me if you’re not okay’ do you not understand?” He said sternly. You watched his eyes analyze your dressings from afar and you let out a sigh of your own, your voice sounded cracked and dry.
“I’m sorry-“ You started. Anakin held a hand up, signalling for you to stop speaking. His head angled itself away from you and he took a deep breath with his eyes shut. The way he always did when he had to calm down.
“I care about you.” He said after a moment of silence as he let his hand drop to his side, his voice sounded softer again. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died under my charge. Do you understand?” He gazed at you, looking for a sign that you did in fact, understand. You nodded.
“Good.” He pulled his chair over by the small cot you were laying on and sat down. “How’s it feeling?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
You looked at the wound with a shrug. “Could have been worse.” You seethed causing him to deepen the lines in his face, resting his hand on your arm.
“Just… Rest. That’s all you can do until we get to Coruscant.” He looked at you for a moment before getting up, presumably to fly the ship. You leaned back against the pillow and shut your eyes, letting sleep take over you. All you heard before sleep took over your body were the four words he let slip earlier. They echoed in your head as you lulled away.
“I care about you.”
You didn’t dream. At least you thought you didn’t. It was a shock to you when in your slumber, your mind filled with images of your own master smiling, laughing, and holding you. Soft words were whispered behind the backs of the council. His hand reaching for yours to squeeze it because he knew you were nervous. Kisses placed on foreheads and lingering touches were halted when you heard the 501st clanging around beyond your minds eye. In the cockpit on Anakin’s ship. Your eyes snapped open and you immediately closed them again, pretending to stay asleep and trying to grasp what the hell your brain was doing.
By the time the ship arrived on Coruscant, you’d rested and the bacta-bag wrapped around your arm seemed to have worked wonders on you. You opened your eyes to Anakin shaking you softly and the sound of his voice made a small part of you fill with an unexpected warmth.
“I’ll deal with the Council by myself, let me get you to your apartment first.” He said when you finally sat up. He rested a gentle hand on the back of your waist and you felt tingles over your entire back from the contact. The feeling shocked you, causing you to clear your throat to suppress a gasp. Anakin guided you off the bed and helped you off the bridge and onto the landing pad of your balcony.
“Are they angry?” You asked with a look toward him. He smiled, the kind of smile he held on his face when he had a joke in mind.
“They’re not allowed to feel angry remember?” He muttered humorously and you cracked a half smile. “Don’t worry about them.” He finished as he sat you down on your couch.
“Master, I really am sorry.” You spoke as he mindlessly placed the throw blanket from the back of the couch over your legs. Anakin shook his head.
“Really, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re alive.” He said, settling down on the couch beside your legs. His forearms rested over his knees and he clasped his hands between them. You looked at him for longer than you thought appropriate. He looked tired and it took everything in you not to reach out and place your hand on his cheek.
He cared about you. He said it himself. Surely it was the same kind of care every Master had for their Padawan.
But it didn’t feel that way when he looked at you now.
You grappled with your thoughts, convincing yourself you were imagining things, that it was delusion. You almost didn’t hear him speak when he did.
“I almost lost you today.” Anakin said sternly. “I don’t have the time between all my meetings for a funeral, believe me.” He chuckled humourlessly.
“But you didn’t.” You shrugged and played with the frayed edge of the blanket over your legs. He shot you a look that made you smile and he followed with a chuckle. His hair pushed further into his face as he shook his down turned head.
A silence crept its way between the two of you and you watched his every move. You couldn’t explain the feeling that arose every time he smiled at you. It was like a switch had flipped and you desperately tried to figure out a way to flip it back while you watched him place his hands on his knees to push himself to his feet with a sigh. You gnawed at the skin inside your cheek as you watched him.
When he finally looked at you again, your mouth opened to say something, but it shut just as fast. You couldn’t trust your own words right now. Not with the way you were feeling. His lips thinned as he glanced at your arm again and he cleared his throat.
“Rest. I’m leaving you with C3-PO. He’ll help you get back on your feet so we can get back to our job.” He said, not bothering to look at you. You tried to ignore the pang of disappointment you felt at that. You gave him a nod as he retreated to his ship, leaving you with nothing more than a small nod in return.
You worked your jaw as he ascended and sped off. With a swift movement you pushed the blanket off your legs and stood. You felt fine, sure maybe a little bit weak from the blood loss but him calling in a babysitter for you felt unnecessary. You channeled your confusing emotions into annoyance at his childlike treatment of you. Because that seemed healthy.
As you paced your living room you swung your arm around gently to test how mobile you were. It seemed alright, nothing to pause missions or call reinforcements in for. You planned to give him a mouthful when he came back, you practiced your speech out loud as you walked around your apartment.
~•~•~•~
Anakin left yet another long winded meeting with a sigh, closing the door behind him as he left the council chambers. The meetings were a lot more tedious when he didn’t have Y/N with him. She tended to soften the blows, her charm and kindness carried them through plenty of scoldings and lectures from the council. He ran a hand through his hair as he stalked the busy hallways of the Temple.
All he could think of was how dumb he’d been. How blind he was to her struggle. If he’d just taken one second longer to check on her, she wouldn’t have that nasty bruise on the side of her face from the fall. Maybe if he’d kept a better eye on her she wouldn’t have gotten hit with the blaster at all.
Not only did he have to deal with the guilt of letting her get hurt, it was only a matter of time before he finally faced the reality of his feelings toward her. He knew it was coming, he couldn’t hold it back much longer. It already pained him immensely to hide it before she got hurt. Now, the very real fact was, he could misstep once and lose her forever. That dwelled on him and he wouldn’t let anymore time go on without telling her he cared for her in a way a Master shouldn’t care for their Padawan.
He sighed again, turning a corner and making for his speeder that was parked in the corner of the hangar. He’d give her a choice, of course. He’d tell her it was fine if she wanted to ask the council to place her with somebody else. He’d even go as far as push for her trials to be done quicker if it meant she could leave his charge if this all made her uncomfortable. He had every aspect planned but he needed to do it. If not now it would eat him alive forever, possibly until it was too late. He shook the thought from his head as he sped back to her house.
He arrived, later than he wanted, but with flowers and her favourite fruit. It showed he paid attention, at least in his mind. As if any of that would matter if she rejected him.
None of this was right, nor okay. He knew this all too well. He knew exactly what he was doing here and he’d weighed out all the pros and all the cons. Pros, he might have her. Cons, the Code. The damned Code.
He ruffled his hair nervously before taking one final deep breath and exiting his speeder. He caught sight of her pacing around and his eyebrows furrowed. 3PO intersected his path.
“Master Anakin, I fear Miss Y/N has lost it.” He said nervously. Anakin quirked a brow, smirking at the girl pacing her apartment and mouthing things.
“I’ll be the judge of that, thanks 3PO. Stay here.” He muttered as he pushed past the droids and left them on the balcony.
With a swift hand motion, Anakin opened her balcony door and placed her gifts on the table next to him. It wasn’t long before Y/N turned to face him during her paces.
~•~•~•~
“You. What have I done to lead you to believe that I would need not one, but two damned babysitters when I’m realistically only mildly hurt- What’s that?” You stopped in your tracks as you pointed to the flowers on the table. Your eyes landed back on Anakin where he leaned his shoulder against the door frame with his arms crossed.
He gave you a smile and you couldn’t seem to remember where you were in your speech. In fact, you couldn’t remember the speech at all.
“A gift. For you. I guess it’s more of an apology now though, isn’t it? Since you’re upset at me.” He shrugged, looking down at the bouquet and back at you.
“I’m not upset.” You shrugged, crossing your own arms as you took a few steps toward him. Your eyes fixated on him, you didn’t even care about the gift.
“Is that so? I could have sworn..” He trailed and you shook your head.
“Not upset. Glad you’re here.” You muttered and he chuckled as you approached him to snatch up the flowers and fruit to place them their respective places in a home.
“Right.” He nodded, that crooked smile never leaving his face. You didn’t even have to look at him to know what he looked like right now. You muttered something in agreement as you filled a vase with water and began cutting the stems. After a few moments of letting you arrange the flowers, Anakin rounded the counter to stand beside you and cleared his throat. Your breath caught as you looked up at him.
“You feel it too don’t you?” He asked quietly, leaning against the edge of your counter as your hands worked away at the flowers. His words gave you pause, and you placed the flowers neatly in the vase before sliding it to the middle of the counter.
“Feel what?” You questioned, barely looking away from your finishing touches on the arranged bouquet before you grabbed a cutting board for the fruit. His hand rested over yours where you held the board, causing you to look at him again. You studied his features and somehow you knew. You knew exactly what he was talking about, what he was eluding to. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes scan your face, looking at every inch of you to gauge your emotions.
“Don’t make me say it, Y/N. Just tell me if you want it as badly as I do..” His voice was barely above a whisper. Your eyes fell shut for a moment and you took a breath, trying to steady your thoughts. To see reason.
“Say it.” You replied without thinking.
Anakin sighed. “I care about you far more than what would be considered normal… Or.. Correct. In the eyes of the Jedi.” He said, his mouth formed a thin line as he gauged your response.
You stared at him, long and hard. You couldn’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen, that it was always going to happen, that nothing could have stopped it.
“I care about you too, Anakin. But-“
“Show me.” He breathed.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Show you what?” You asked, already knowing the answer. It was always like this. You were always one step ahead of each other. Which made this conversation feel all the more tedious.
“Show me how much you care. No buts. Use your feelings.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours.
Your breath shuddered again as you placed your hands on the counter next to him and pushed yourself up toward him. Your eyes watched his flutter shut and you followed suit before placing your lips against his.
You melted into him when his hands circled your waist, bringing you directly in front of himself and a small sigh left your lips between kisses. It felt perfect. It felt right. Fated, even. His warm hands sent shivers through you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.
When you finally broke the kiss, he almost chased you before retreating and placing his forehead against yours. His heavy breaths matched your own and your eyes finally opened to see blue hues looking back at you.
“Well. Shit.” You whispered and he chuckled. “What now?” You asked.
“I don’t know.” He said quietly. “I know I’m screwed if you change your mind though.” He finished with a cocky smile.
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hi! i was wondering if you could do some making out with velvet and a fem reader whenever you have the time? no rush or anything thank you!
mmm yummy make out sessions >:)
thanks for the request anon! ^^
Fandom: trolls 3/ Band together
warnings: slightly suggestive, fluff, making out, uhh idk what else
pairing: velvet x fem! Reader
It was a normal day working for velvet and veneer, you where their manager after all. You pretty much did everything for them… but something nobody knew was, you and velvet were dating… you wanted to keep it secret… well because:
Paparazzi would be crazy, asking more questions that you guy probably wouldn't be comfortable with.
The fans… OMG the fans- do i really have to explain? Mount rageous would really live up to its name-
Anyways, it was about 30 minutes before their next show, velvet told veneer she had to sign something in your office… was really an excuse to hang out with you without showing veneer you guys where dating… also.. She really wanted to kiss you… she and you have been busy all day! You guys barely got to talk to each other or hug, or well do anything!
She wanted some love from you, so thats what she was going to get. She walked towards your office before knocking in a rhythmic beat, you immediately know who it was,
“Come in!” you said loud enough for velvet to hear, she opened the door with a big smile and walked over to you before hugging you.
“Someones clingy today?” “oh shush…” velvet said mumbling into your neck as she gave feather light kisses along the base of your neck. The familiar sent of vanilla and coconut filled your senses as you hugged her back.
She gave you a couple kisses on your cheek.. But she wanted more, so she pulled back slightly before giving you desperate little kisses on your oh so beautiful pink tinted lips. Once you kissed back she slightly pinned you against your desk and slightly tilted her head to deepen the kiss, you opened your mouth slightly moaning into the kiss, she took the opportunity to dip her tongue into your mouth.
Your tongues locked as the kiss got more heated, your bodies where pressed up against each other as you kissed with such passion. The make out session was cut short as you hear a knock at the door, veneer opened to door “hey velvet, we got like 5 minutes before show time are you almo- uhhhhh…” her purple lipstick was smudged and all over your lips… velvet still pinning you against your desk… “VENEER!! GET OUT!” Velvet screamed at veneer, and he backed up hand in the air in defense before he put his hands back down to close your office door. Velvet looked back at you before giving you another kiss on the forehead and then leaving. “Meet me in my dressing room after the show. We need to continue our little “conversation”.” she said winking at you before closing the door.
You where definitely in for a treat after the show.. Specifically a purple lipstick covered treat…
Sorry it’s so short 😭😭 I was lowkey rushing cause it’s so late brooo-
anyways love you guys :3
-Aspen Out!
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Battle Scars
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating Sweet + Fluffy
Requested: literally, anything hurt/comfort or angst with a happy ending preferably Jack or newt but love your dnd au too Thank you love your writing ❤ Hello, could I request a Jack Dawkins x reader where maybe the reader gets in a fight or something over Jack and after he patches her up afterwards he is at first angry but after she tells him why she got into the fight he hold her close and it's fluffy and cute!
I stood, as usual, doing my work at the cat and bagpipes, men in the pub going about their business drinking, gambling, fighting and doing other such... manly things. Many of the girls I worked with were busy as they often were on Friday nights but I wasn't on that shift tonight, Instead, I was just serving and carting drinks around for My boss Rotty. I hurried about in my dress dropping things here and there as I went I noticed an empty tankard and the man to whom it belonged.
"Another Doctor Dawkins?" I asked as I collected some from the table beside his own,
"Uhhhhh no it's alright, Y/n." He said his face a little grim and tried as he pushed the tankard to the end of the table for me to collect it easily, I knew he wanted more but given his low pay or well lack of it he didn't exactly have a lot of cash to throw around on a Friday night, He would often come on a Friday night play some cards to get enough for a drink that he'd nurse a good while and then head home, he never saw the girls as he couldn't afford to even if I had offered him a discount more then once but he was such a gentleman and always politely declined.
"You sure? you sure nursed it,"
"It's been a long week,"
"Aww, one more? on me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah sure, got to keep the doctor happy," I smiled as I took the tankard to refill it for him and I gave his cheek a pinch as I left which forced him to smile, I returned the empties and paid for Jack's drink out of my my tips from the evening,
"I don't know why you bother with him, he's not got any money you don't have to be nice to him." Mags said as she leant on the bar with her fan in hand,
"Magnolia," I glared as I loaded my tray, "Off it," I told her, as I took my tray and dropped off the drinks dropping Jack's off last,
"Thanks y/n." He smiled,
"You're welcome Jack," I cooed patting his blonde head as I tried to continue but he took my hand tugging me gently back to him and giving my hand a soft gentle kiss, "Awww that's my tip?"
"yeah, sorry..."
"I am more than happy to take my tips as such, just from you," I winked kissing his head before I got on with my work,
The night went off as usual dropping drinking where needed, seeing the regulars and the new guys in from a ship in port today, checking in on the card games and breaking up a few fights, I didn't mind actually I kinda prefer when I'm on this shift as you see people and have a much better evening with more going on, rather then on the other shift were you come out into the bar for five-ten minutes longer if someone wants you sat on their lap for a while the rest of the night your just laid on your back. And I just wasn't feeling it today which is fine Rotty didn't mind I think she knows I'm more a bar girl than a bed girl nowadays. I often passed Jack and gave him a smile which he often gave back, the girls didn't much bother with him as they all had a joke that Jack was 'Y/n's regular' even if we had never actually done anything it was just what they often referred to him as, none of them ever bothered because they knew he didn't have money so never much bothered to give him more then a smile unless of course he had been at the card tables winning as he often did, Then the girls would check up on him.
I returned to the bar cleaning some tankards when Jack approached, "Here," he smiled handing over his empty tankard,
"Aww thank you, you're the only one who doesn't just leave them," I laughed taking it back, "Another?"
"No, it's okay I need to get back."
"Course, have a nice night Doctor Dawkins,"
"You too y/n" He smiled kissing my hand before he headed out and off back to the hospital,
"he is cute," Mags smiled as she leant on the bar,
"Maybe," I shrug, trying to hide my blush at such a thought,
"Shame he's stoney broke."
"Mags," I warn,
"Ohh come on you can admit it he's a little lowlife"
"Mags." I warn louder,
"I mean everyone knows he's only a doctor because of the Navy, he's not smart enough to have gone to college like the other doctors."
"Magnolia," I warn,
"such a tiny little thing too, I bet we took his shirt off we could play a tune on his ribs."
"Magnolia, off it," I warn,
"at least as a doctor, he's got skilled quick fingers, 'cause he ain't doing much else with anything else."
"Magnolia enough."
"Really? Just cause you like him doesn't mean you have to lie, He's an uneducated scrawny little beggared"
"Mags!" I yelled setting my stuff down, "Enough."
"Fine," she smiled slowly moving away, "makes sense why he likes you so much, you're the only girl around here he can hope to afford." she smirked, "Or do you let him get off for free like his drinks?"
Okay, that's it! "Mag's Enough! you're a fucking whore you don't have cause to call anyone a lowlife!"
"I make more than he does!"
"Yeah lying on your back and letting men frost your stomach!" I yelled, "He saves people's lives, delivers babies, you know something actually worth doing!"
"Ohh come on you're only defending him because you like him!" she yelled back, "You ddin't have a crush on him we'd have kicked him out like we do every boy who hasn't the money to be worth anything! If you wanna go be some penniless doctor's housewife fine but don't waste a table on him that I- We could be making money on!"
"That's all you care about money!"
"Yes! So keep your poorper doctor boy in the gutter where he belongs!"
"Ughhh!" I yelled and pulled her hair, she screamed and shoved me into the bar.
Immediately it became an all-out fight and we weren't doing like a cute girl fight or even a cat fight this was a full-on bar brawl with chairs, tankards, punches, kicks, hair pulls, nails, slaps and at times biting, and when it was over we both needed a cart ride to the hospital for various injuries... and let's just say Rotty was not happy we were fighting, or breaking chairs, or tankards, and a window.
I was put in a room far away from Mags and I sat on the bed trying not to whine from pain,
"Y/n?" I heard making me look up to see Jack at the door he saw me and the state I was in for a second he looked heartbroken but then rage boiled behind his eyes,
"Hi, Jack,"
"What the bloody hell happened!"
"I can-"
"Who did this to you! what kind of sick twisted bastard did this to you!" He yelled,
"Jack please-"
"Who was it! I'll beat the living daylights out of them you just see if I won't" He yelled "Give me his name."
"Jack-"
"Give me his fucking name y/n!"
"Mags."
"M-Mag- Mags did this to you?" He asked softening for a moment, "Magnolia did this to you?"
"Yeah,"
"Why?"
"I uhhh... May have gotten in a fight with her."
"yeah, I could figure that out. why did she suddenly turn and fight you."
"I may have pulled her hair..."
"So you started it?"
"Yeah."
"Y/n! You can't start a fight with someone!" He scolds "Look at you! look at what's happened to you and you're lucky you got out with just this!"
"I know but-" I suddenly felt like a child being told off by their father,
"Why on earth would you start a fight with Mags she's twice your size and you know she can kick a horse down the street, are you stupid or something why would you start anything with her let alone let it go on to a full-on fight? I can't believe you!"
"I'm sorry Jack."
He sighed putting a hand through his hair, "Do you have any idea how stupid that was?"
"Yes..."
"she could have killed you!"
"I know..."
"At least you're alright," He sighed kissing my forehead, "But I'm still mad at you,"
"I know." I giggled,
"You know what no. I'm not mad at you."
"You're not?"
"No. I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed."
Immediately my heart sank, god damn why does that still work on me as an adult woman, "I'm sorry..."
"I know you are," He said, "Come on let's get your battle scars looked at," he said "But I am not kissing your bruises better." he joked
"Aww, why not?" I playfully whined
"No, no I'm not doing it I'm still angry at you. that's your punishment little lady I'm not kissing them better."
"But how will they get better without kisses?"
"well should have thought about that before you started a fight." He said slowly but surely he went over my body cleaning and wrapping my every cut, motioning every bruise, checking the extent of the damage done to me, "There, that's all of them, now look after yourself alright."
"I will I promise,"
"Good, I do not want you back in here for another fight." he warns, "Or else."
"Or else what?"
"Else your next battle is gonna be with me." He warns tapping my nose, "Okay?"
"Okay." I nodded,
"Good, what did you and Mags get into a fight over."
"I- I can't"
"Tell me." He ordered, "Now. Before I really do get mad at you again."
"...You."
he froze up looking me over before finally meeting my eyes, "Me?"
"Yeah..."
"You got into a fight with mags, over me?"
"Yeah,"
"You... you... got into a fight over me? why?"
"I can't-"
"Y/n. why did you get into a fight with her,"
"she... she said some bad things about you,"
"What did she say?"
"she called you stoney broke, called you a little lowlife, called you not smart enough to have gone to college, a tiny little thing, she said at least as a doctor, you've got skilled quick fingers, 'cause he ain't doing much else with anything else, she called you an uneducated scrawny little beggared" I explained and every word looked as if it cut him open, "She said we should keep the poorper doctor boy in the gutter, where you belong,"
"she- she said all that?"
"she did." I nodded,
"and- and you defended me?"
"Of course I did."
"You defended me! You started a fight for me! You... you got all these battle scars... for me?"
"I did."
He cracked a smile and gave my lips a soft gentle kiss before he pulled me into his chest as close as possible stroking my hair, "Thank you y/n."
"It's okay,"
"No, really, thank you. You don't know how much that means to me."
"You're welcome Jack," I smiled, "Happy to get a few battle scars for you."
"Well, not too many I hope. You didn't have to do that for me..."
"I know, but I did. You'd have done the same for me wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would, I'd get a thousand battle scars for you." he said kissing my head, "that doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you." he chuckled,
"I know," I laughed, "I accept that you're mad at me, for being stupid and starting a fight."
"No more starting fights, or getting into fights, just no more fighting in general."
"I promise." I nodded,
"Good girl." he cooed kissing my forehead,
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Online/Offline [C.S] - one hundred and two | now you *have* to explain
“I don’t know, auntie.”
A customer walked up to the counter.
Minsoo covered her phone with her hand. “Y/n?”
You came out of the kitchen. “Yeah?”
“Can you help this customer? My aunt is on the phone.”
“Yeah, you can take it outside if you want.”
“Thank you.” Minsoo said to you before replying to her phone, “I said I don’t know, auntie.”
You helped the customer and about ten minutes later, Minsoo came back over to the counter looking frazzled. “Sorry about that.”
“What was that about?”
“My aunt - San’s mom - was asking me if I’ve seen San and what he was up to and everything. Apparently she heard something was going on with him through her lawyer because he knows someone who knows San’s lawyer.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh.
“Oh? He doesn’t call her?”
Minsoo shook her head. “Not since the emancipation.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “The what?”
“Uhhhhh.”
“I mean, I guess you don’t have to tell me if--”
“San was a Chaebol heir!”
You choked on your own spit. You had no idea how you inhaled it, but you were so surprised you started choking. “A-- what?!” You coughed.
“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone,” Minsoo whined.
“Then why did you say it?!”
“I don’t know! His mom always plays with my head! I’m sorry!”
“Don’t apologize to me!”
“Ahh!” Minsoo whined.
You laughed. “Well, now you have to explain.”
“Ugh, okay, but don’t tell him I told you.”
“Fine, I won’t.”
“So… ugh, okay. So when San was maybe sixteen, he met Seonghwa in school.”
You nodded.
She nodded. “When San was eighteen, there was this whole big fight in our family, because his dad is the current owner of Choi Electronics - which is like, electronics mostly, but a whole bunch of subsidiaries - and they wanted to merge with another company when he turned twenty.”
You nodded.
“They actually could have merged when he was eighteen, but they decided that he and the daughter of the owner of the other company should be married for like… I don’t know, security or something, so they had to wait until they both turned twenty. But they made them meet when they were both eighteen.”
“Holy shit. The lives of rich people are insane. That sounds like medieval kingdoms allying with each other.”
“Maybe, I don’t know. A lot of families do it but it’s so archaic.” Minsoo took her phone out of her pocket.
You looked at her quizzically.
“I’m making sure the call ended. If my aunt heard me say that, she’d kill me.”
You nodded. “Are your parents like his parents at all?”
She put her phone away and grimaced as she thought. “Not as much?”
Your eyebrows lifted in silent questioning.
“Like, my mom is his dad’s younger sister, so she works for the company but never had that kind of pressure, and I never had it either. We’re just not that important.”
“That must be nice. You get the money but not the responsibility.”
She seemed to weigh something in her mind before continuing. “But… once I tell them I’m dating Seonghwa, we’re probably going to get into a fight… and there’s a good chance I could get cut off.”
“Oh my god. They don’t know?”
She nodded.
“I mean-- not to derail, but would you break up with him for them?”
She looked at you flatly, a face you’ve seen Seonghwa make multiple times when he was displeased by someone or something. You raised your brows in surprise.
“Break up with the lovely nerd-man who’s helping me learn to stick up for myself and who thinks my being chubby is cute or neutral, so I can stay with a family who calls me fat and wants me to be a doormat?”
You pointed at her aggressively. “I TOLD YOU he’d think it was cute!” And banged your fist against the counter in excitement.
“When did you say that?” She laughed.
“Didn’t I? I don’t know, maybe I just thought it. But whatever, I was still right! You’re adorable.”
She laughed bashfully.
“But yeah, don’t break up with him for them.”
“I don’t want to, but I get the feeling that they’re going to give me an ultimatum and I’m going to have to find an apartment soon.” She sighed.
“Maybe you can move in with him; combine your Gundam collection.”
She chuckled.
“But yeah, the San thing, go ahead.”
“So anyway… the fight started because San and the girl had an official meeting - it’s a blind date - and he came back from the meeting saying that he hated her. I never met her, but San called me afterwards and told me everything she said, and she seemed like, uh…”
“A heinous human being?”
“Yeah. Like a real princess who’s used to everyone waiting on them hand and foot, you know?”
You nodded.
“So then he went to his parents and was like ‘I’m not marrying her,’ and they were like, ‘What about the daughter of this other company?’”
“And that obviously wasn’t the point.”
“Yeah. So he told them he didn’t want to marry someone they picked out for him because her dad’s company was doing well because he didn’t want to be miserable for the rest of his life… And they fought for weeks. He got his own lawyer, and this whole court case happened, and he basically had himself legally estranged from the family and got some amount of money from them that I don’t know, and then they cut him off.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, he’s not in any wills anymore or anything.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. I actually uh… I helped my grandma do a sneaky thing and she made my amount of her will larger so I could give it to him.”
“Did you?”
“Of course.”
You held up your fist for her to pound it and she did.
“You’re a solid girl, Minsoo. I’m surprised you weren’t too scared to do it.”
She shook her head. “I’d do anything my grandma would ask me. She was such a beacon of love in our family… and sense.”
“Shame no one else took after her.”
She nodded sadly.
“So were the results of the case their retaliation? Or is that what San wanted?”
“Being written out of the wills was his parent’s requirement. He got whatever money was legally in his name, and gave some of it to Seonghwa to start this café.”
“Oh, wow…”
You looked around the café. It had never occurred to you that someone as young as Seonghwa being a café owner meant that he had to have a nice chunk of cash on hand to make everything happen.
“I had no idea. Why has he never said anything? Also… I thought Seonghwa was the owner?”
“He is. San is his investor.”
“Holy shit, I had no idea.”
Minsoo nodded. “Yeah.”
“Did he ever say why he emancipated himself?”
“Not to me. But it’s pretty obvious, I think. He wanted to be in charge of his own life.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I guess all that money is kind of pointless if you can’t live the way you want and are forced to marry someone you don’t even like.”
Minsoo nodded.
The two of you stood in silence for a bit.
“You can not tell him I told you.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.”
Obviously, you had to talk to him about it.
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So I love chatting with vendors at cons, especially TFCon. They're always Cool Dudes in their 40s/50s who have been collecting Transformers since the dawn of time and they like meeting fellow weirdos, especially younger people. Especially absolute freaks like me who run up dressed like Rodimus while wearing booty shorts.
I was at this one booth and I was looking for a specific figure so I asked if he thought he had it - he said maybe, so I started to look. I shuffled through my purse and vaguely held up my Drift figure, and said "it's for him", like haha joke. (Looking for Jetstorm)
He instantly made a confused face and said, "I don't recognize that Drift". And I said oh, he's the regular American deluxe release, I just repainted him. He asked very politely if he could see him. GOD HERE WE GO
I've had lots of people go "Wow that's really cool! Great job!" about my repaints and custom stuff and I appreciate the comments so much. I don't have much confidence in anything I do, but I am very passionate about when I do custom stuff to toys or Gunpla.
THIS MAN. He was legitimately stunned. He told me my Drift repaint was amazing, and the detail work was incredible. I very shyly thanked him and said I customized my little Fixit, too, and he went NUTS WHEN HE HELD HIM. Then he literally CALLED HIS FRIEND OVER and said "Hey man, come here! You have to see this Fixit she painted!"
The three dudes at the table were legitimately gawking at my, I thought "pretty good, but took a lot of time because I'm obsessed so there's A Lot" repaints. Fixit in particular he was VERY impressed by, because I had filled in the indent in his chest. To be fair that was a nightmare but like omg? And he REALLY loved that I added the blue details to the wheels, and was impressed by my straight lines. I mentioned I totally disassembled Drift, painted the pieces individually, and put him back together, and the guy looked like I'd just shot him LMFAO. HE'S A VERY SIMPLE FIGURE IT'S NOT SUPER DIFFICULT...
So then he asked me the most insane question I've ever been asked in my life:
"Do you have a business card? Do you do this professionally, like as a paid job?"
UHHHHH EXCUSE ME SIR I JUST ADDED DETAILS TO MY ORANGE HUSBANDS AND MADE ONE OF THEM THE CORRECT(TM) ORANGE... HELLO...??????????
So I told him no. He asked if I had a website where I posted them, or social media. I mentioned how I started using my Instagram for that stuff but got lazy and forgot and I just share reels all day. The guy insisted I take HIS business card, in case I was ever looking for parts, or things to customize... He really wanted a place to go see more of my work, and I was very sorry to tell him that I am not actually someone who really knows what I'm doing... but I didn't totally deflect the compliments. I was so unbelievably thankful and told him that no one had EVER reacted this way to my work before. (even saying "my work" is bizarre like it's just a thing I do... it's not My Thing...)
He joked about wanting me to paint some of his minis, LOL, and I said a lot of my friends do that but that's kinda beyond my scope. I started when I was disappointed with a lack of details in some of my figures, like my TMNT 2012 Metalhead, but then I was like. I can add some black on his shell. I can fix him up... and it kinda spiraled. My second significant custom was turning my Stegosaurus Chase figure show-accurate. You can tell it's an early one bc it's ROUGH and I almost wanna get another one to redo and compare...
Buuuut anyways. He was legitimately having customers look at my stuff and one guy wanted to show his wife. I was deeply confused but extremely flattered.
Then a 20 year old kid I had talked to about RiD earlier found a Drift I didn't have (the one that fucking launches his children across the room), and I laughed and said I'd take it. Table guy said "For you it's half price, 5 bucks!"
Then he gave me a Rodimus Robot Heroes for free. And one of those old blind bag figures of Drift for a dollar.
This was one of like 20 amazing interactions I had just in the dealer room. I wound up buying THREE NEW DRIFT FIGURES because I am EXTREMELY NORMAL AND COOL ABOUT HIM
I mentioned this in an earlier post but it got to the point where I rounded a corner and a random fucking guy ran over to me, brandishing a Drift figure, and called out "ARE YOU THE PERSON LOOKING FOR RID DRIFT?" and I was like OH MY GOD?? I HAVE THAT ONE BUT THANK YOU??? WHAT??? and he was like OKAY I HAD TO MAKE SURE! and ran away and I never saw him again. I have no idea who that guy was. He was not working a table he was shopping.
But I am The Rodimus Woman Looking For RiD Drift, For Some Reason now, I guess.
What a fucking con
it's 2am goodnight
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Drabble- Kai Anderson and pink (maybe a bimbo reader?)
Sorry if that's pretty random-love your blog so much by the way, you're so talented!!
song: my type - saweetie (there ain't no fucking..... way..... you have powers that are misunderstood by god himself...) also thank you so very much ahhh!! appreciate that!
Your tongue writhed around, trying desperately to find the straw. You'd had a few already, but really who were you to turn down a free drink from some dumb-dumb man who thought you had a nice ass? You were no one to do that, that's who.
"What!?" You yelled, too loudly. The man furrowed his brows, like he was annoyed. He looked annoyed, but his hair was blue, so you really didn't care. You flipped a hairsprayed lock from your face, fanning yourself with your free hand. The way the pink and blue lights hit your nails is so pretty, oh my god.... You set the drink down, and reached into your handbag. The phone came out, and your Instagram followers got to see, too. You held your hand out in front of you, rotating it back and forth.
He repeated himself again, louder, but you 100% did not hear him over the music. So, you nodded, spreading your plush, pink lips into a wide smile and brightening your eyes. "Yeah, totally. Mmmmmhmmmm!"
"The meeting is at ten tonight."
You pulled the straw from your mouth, gloss sticking to the plastic. "Wait, what? What meeting?"
He inhaled -- you saw his nostrils flare. "Were you even listening to what I just said? Or are you just too stupid to understand?"
Uhhhhh, excuuuuse me? Your bubbly attitude went flat like a forgotten coke on the bar. You sucked your top teeth, reaching over to grip his jaw. "See that guy over there? That's my type. He probably has a Lamborghini or something, shit-dick. Go wash your hair. Then we'll talk."
The rest of the drink went on his lap.
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Uhhhhh it’s been a while 😂😮💨 thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!
Soooooo I bring yall two snippets today!
First from ch 3 of my psych fic (I know, You know)
Carlton sits up in his wasn’t-supposed-to-be empty bed, and for the first time in a long time it feels way too big. He thinks he might downgrade to a twin to eliminate that feeling once and for all. It’s his day off, and he really just wants nothing more than to be at the station, if for nothing more than to get his mind off of Victoria.
He burns his first pot of coffee and, like most things he has cared for in his life, he pours it down the drain.
There are multiple missed texts and a few calls on his phone, so he leans against the counter while he waits for the second pot to brew and goes through them. A voicemail from the chief letting him know the case O’Hara and Spencer were working on wrapped up sometime during the early morning. A text from O’Hara– even though he has repeatedly told her how he feels about texts; but as much as he would never admit it he does care for her as a partner, and so he deals with them – just saying: Case closed! I hope your date went well. There’s also multiple texts from Spencer that he seriously has half a mind to ignore, but he opens them anyway.
7:05 am - hey buddy :D sorry about last night but remember in the words of the great thomas jefferson its always darkest before the dawn.
7:07 am - gus says its actually thomas fuller that said that
7:07 am - but i've heard it both ways
7:10 am - listen how about you get yourself all lassitered up and meet us at the judge for yourself cafe at 8 for some chocky chip waffles my treat
7:11 am - well gus’ treat
7:15 am - change of plans gus said he isn’t treating anyone to waffles so how about you just meet me there at 9 and we will enjoy the delicious waffles without him
7:15 am - but with his card of course. see you there! :)
Carlton stares at the messages, reads through them once more, then lays his phone down on the counter. If he was even considering meeting Spencer for breakfast, it would be solely for the free food on Guster and no other reason. That's a big if anyway.
And the second is from a 9-1-1 fic that may or may not ever see the light of day but it’s like 15k already and I just need to share it somewhere 👀👀
If Tommy knew he was up drinking this early he would be pissed.
Okay… he wouldn’t be pissed; he’d be disappointed, maybe; saddened, definitely. Unsurprisingly, the thought of either of those bother him way worse.
He takes a sip anyway.
It’s the burn as it goes down. It’s the floatiness he feels once it gets into his bloodstream. It’s the release of dopamine, and serotonin, once it hits his brain. He needs it. He needs to not care. He needs to forget; because if he doesn’t he is going to spiral into insanity… and for now the possibility of spiraling into alcoholism seems a little more tolerable than that.
He takes another sip.
It’s been two weeks and the memories still hurt as bad as the reality did that day in the hospital.
Buck downs the rest of his glass, hides it and the bottle in the cabinet under his side of the sink and walks out of the bathroom. He passes the big mirror in their room and stares at himself for a while before finally pulling off his shirt exposing his bare muscular and toned torso; the lightning scar, so much lighter now but still very much visible; the surgery scar, small and new. It’s still tender to the touch. He presses his fingers to it anyway.
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To The Shadows that Cry Witch - Masterlist
Hi! Welcome to the fic that started up my writing again! This is my biggest project, so I hope you love it just as much as I do! It's a bit long winded, so I'll try to make it worth the read! Enjoy!
Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from Earth ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.
So uhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.
Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack
Warnings: Violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of injuries, character death (anything else I will add)
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To the Shadows that Cry Witch
Chapters will now be posted monthly between 5-10pm (UK time)!!
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Extras:
Behind the scenes notes (may or may not post)
Headcanons - Kíli x oc (to be written)
Headcanons - Fíli x oc (to be written)
Playlist - Part 1 (coming soon!)
To the Shadows that Cry Witch - Soundtrack Playlist
The Hobbit - Before it all began
Part 1 - The Journey to Middle Earth:
Prologue
Chapter I - Go on a road trip they said, it’ll be fun they said
Chapter II - I should’ve stayed in bed
Chapter III - Error: Friend not found
Chapter IV - Hey ghouls, the girls are here
Chapter V - Coping mechanisms my ass
Chapter VI - Ironically Alive
Chapter VII - This is why you don't socialise
Chapter VIII - How it feels to chew five gum
Chapter IX - The Teletubbies could never.
Chapter X - DIE. But first, food.
Part 2 - Settling into the Shire:
Chapter XI - Unfortunate Beginnings
Chapter XII - Not much has changed but there's no Wi-Fi now
Chapter XIII - Item: Suspicion
Chapter XIV - Thanks, I hate it
Chapter XV - Screaming
Chapter XVI - 'Time for a shopping spree!' They said, unemployed.
Chapter XVII - I am confusion
Chapter XVIII - Into the thick of it.
Chapter XIX - Beautiful new - BLOO - passport.
Chapter XX - Yer a wizard. Sorry, witch.
Chapter XXI - Interesting Concept. Poor Execution.
Chapter XXII - Rearranging furniture.
The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey
Part 3 - O.D.R: Operation Dwarf Rave
Chapter XXIII - The Shaquille O’Neal of Improvisation.
Chapter XXIV - 30 Different Ways To Fuel Yourself Off Of False Hope.
Part 4 - The Journey Begins
Part 5 - Rivendell and the Misty Mountains
Part 6 - Deep beneath the surface
The Hobbit - The Desolation of Smaug
Part 7 - Of Bees and Bears
Part 8 - Jailbreak
Part 9 - On Thin Ice
Part 10 - To wake the Beast
The Hobbit - The Battle of the Five Armies
Part 11 - A downed dragon, is a dead dragon
Part 12 - Gold's Parasite
Part 13 - I will have war
Part 14 - The Ravens
Part 15 - Until the sky comes falling down
The Hobbit - The Aftermath
Part 16 - Amrâlimê
Part 17 - The Stones Whisper
Part 18 - A Proclamation
Part 19 - Calling all Witches and Wizards
Part 20 - Till all are one
Part 21 - The Calling
Enjoy! <3
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word count:2408(sorry yallll)
warnings: angst (if you squint), harddom!Felix x Sub! Reader: Felix being jealous over Soobin; degrading (Felix calling the reader a whore and slut like a lot); virgin reader; breeding kink; unprotected sex (don’t do)
"Come on, it's not that cold," your friend Felix said. "Felix, I don't want to go in the water," you said, going back to your phone. "What's the point in going to the beach if all you're doing is sitting on the sand doing nothing?" "Let me be," you said, rolling your eyes. Felix sighed and gave up. "Fine, but I'm right here if you need me," he said, going to the water with your other friends. See, the thing is, you have a crush on Felix. You guys became friends 3 months ago, and then you became really close with each other; the more you hung out, the more you realized how much you like him-maybe even love him. You confessed to him a month ago, but he said you guys were better off being friends, so yeah, you guess. You fell asleep on your towel, wishing the day would end.
You heard people talking, so you got up, but it wasn't anyone you knew. It was a boy with some of his friends. "Oh, hey, you're awake," he said, smiling down on you. "Hey, me and my friends have been watching you from afar, and I was wondering if you would like to, you know, go on a date with me." He said it shyly. I mean, he is kind of cute... But Felix. "Uhhhhh," you said, looking up at him. "I'm Soobin, by the way," he said, flashing you a warm smile and bringing his hand out for you to shake. "I'm y/n," you said, shaking his hand. "Y/n," he repeated. "A pretty name for a pretty girl. Anyway, can I get your number or anything?" "I mean, sure, why not?" "She's taken." A deep voice came from behind you, but you knew who it was. "felix?" "Oh, she is; she was just about to give me her number." "she was just playing with you now leave, or else I'll fucking kick your ass." Soobin looked at Felix, then at you. Your face was in shock as to what just happened. you? felix? dating? Are you dreaming? "Are you sure? She seems pretty interested." "What did I say? Leave now," fine," but before he could leave, he dropped a paper next to you and winked before leaving. "Felix, what the hell?" you said, slightly screaming. "what? What did I do wrong?" "Felix The guy was trying to get my number, and you scared him off." "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into-" "It seems like you don't know a lot of things, Felix. "You got up, "tell them that I'm leaving," "wait yall, don't go," why, so you can make me sad," he sighed, and just let you leave. Before you did, you picked up Soobin's number. ' Time to have some fun, you said in your head as you were walking off the beach.
When you got home, you texted Soobin.
y/n: Hey, is this Soobin? This is y/n.
Soobin: Oh, hey, I didn't know you were actually going to text me! after what your boyfriend did.
y/n: Soobin, he's not my boyfriend. I don't know why he said that. I confessed to him, and then he rejected me.
Soobin: Ah, I got you. soooo me? you? date tomorrow?
y/n: I would love to too!
You put your phone down, and as soon as you did that, you heard a knock at your door. You groaned and got up to open it. "felix? What are you doing here?" "Y/N, please let me just explain myself. I know you're confused. I just want to clear everything up, and I'll be on my way. You don't even have to talk to me again. Just please hear my side." You didn't want him to leave, though. "Fine," you let him in, and he smiled. "Ahh, thank you so much." He sat down on the couch, and you followed him and sat a little farther away than you used to. "OK, yeah, look, I never wanted to break your heart," he sighed. "When you confessed to me, I was nothing but happy, but I wasn't ready, and I should have said that back then; I just wasn't thinking. Y/N, look, I really like you; I have all this time. That's why I got so jealous of that guy. I really like you, y/n, and I was just scared for you to leave me because it happened before." You looked at him shocked. "You like me?" "Yes, I like you, and it's ok if you had lost your feelings for me. I don't blame you." "felix..." "I know I'm a bad person. I'm a dick. I'm an asshole, he began, and before he could go on, you kissed him. something you've been wanting to do for a while now. His lips were soft and sweet, like cotton candy. He felt amazing. He felt... right. He pulled away with the biggest dorkiest grin ever. "I take that as you like me back?" "No shit," he huffed a laugh and kissed you again, pulling away and smiling wider if it was even possible. "You don't have to be sassy." "Waiting for you this long? I think I have a right too, Mr." Just as you said, Soobin called you. You looked at Felix and then back at the phone. "Who's that?" he said, looking at the caller ID. "Would you be angry if I told that guy on the beach?" You were smiling as if you had done nothing wrong. "No, no, no, hun, I'd be furious. I'll just kill him before he gets to touch you." You looked at him. "Uhh, then it's not him," you said, "anyway, when are you hungry?" "No, no, no, call him back." "W-w-what?" "Call him back," he repeated a little more darkly than before. "U-u-uh, ok," you took the phone and called Soobin. "Ahh, hey, pretty girl, do you want to have that date today if you're free?" Felix looked at you and then at the phone. "Are you ok? You seem tense. I know a way to help your baby." Felix couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed the phone. "What part of shes taken, didn't you understand?" "O-oh, but," he said, "don't call my girlfriend again." He hung up the phone. He looked up at you and saw you already looking at him. "Date today?" "Felix, please don't go," he stood up, "oh no, no, no, go with him. "Felix, please, I need you-and only you," you said. He looked at you and smiled. "Say that again, doll," he said, looking at you with nothing but lust. "I need you." "Fucking Hell." He smashed his lips against yours rougher than before. and pushed you to the couch, hovering over you. "Oh, the things I'm going to fucking do to you; you're going to only think of me and my name." Fuck, "I already think about you. "Fuck baby, let's take this to your room, yeah?”
You were sweating in these clothes, and you wanted them off. "Can Soobin make you out of breath just by kissing you?" "N-no" "Yeah, thats right," he said, kissing your neck while griding his hard cock on your cunt. You gasped as it took you by surprise. Fuck, what am I going to do with you?" he said, sucking on your neck, making sure to leave a mark. F-felix, "Yes, darling?" "I need you in me." "Oh, is that right? Your greedy little pussy was just over soobin, but you want my cock, what a fucking whore," you moaned at his words. "Fucking slut, do you like being talked down like this? You like being talked down like a little slut." You shyly hid your face with your hands. "No, no, no," he said, tearing off your hand, "you're going to answer me. Do I make myself clear?" "Y-yes, I liked being talked down like a fucking whore." "Fuck," he growled, attacking your lips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this; I've wanted you for so long," he whispered. "Take off your clothes." "W-what, fel-?" "I'm giving you what you want." Take off your fucking clothes." He didn't have to tell you twice. Soon, both of your clothes were off. "Look at you.. fucking sweet, sweet body, I can't wait to have a taste." "What are you waiting for?" "I need to play with you and make you wet." "Felix, I'm already wet as fuck." "Fuck, you really want me that bad, don't you?" he said, stroking his cock slowly. "Y-yes, please." "Alright, I'll give you what you want even though you don't deserve my cock.”
Soon he was aligning his cock with your wet cunt. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking at you. "Ready" just like that, he pushed his cock into you slowly, pushing his head back. "F-fuck your so tight, am I the first one to use this pussyhm baby?" You couldn't answer; you were too busy screaming. His hand found its way to your neck. "When I ask you something, I expect you to answer." "Yeah, you're the first one, Lix." You felt his cock twitch inside you. "Fuckkk," he pushes the rest inside you, waiting for you to adjust. "M-move please." His hips snapped against yours once, making you let out a shaky moan. "You like that?" he said smugly. "Y-yes," he smiled and pulled, pushing back into you and snapping his hips this time. "F-fuck you; you feel so nice and warm. I don't know what I was thinking," he said, moving faster. "F-fuck Felix." "Yeah, you like that? You like being fucked like this, baby? Like being fucked by a man who rejected you, huh?" "Fuck! Yes, Felix, don't stop." "Open your mouth." "Wh-" "Open your fucking mouth." You did as you were told, opening your mouth to him. "Good girl," he grabbed your hair from behind and spit in your mouth. Fuck. "Your fucking mine not soobin; not anyone else but me got that?" "I-I- Fuck," he pulled out and flipped you on your stomach and spanked your ass, making you jump and clench around nothing. "Last time I asked you to fucking answer me," "Yes, i-im all yours!!" Just as you said, your phone rang. Felix looked at the caller ID. "Speaking of the Devil," he chuckled. "Why don't you answer him, baby?" "I-i-i can't." "I wasn't asking you, I was telling you to pick up the phone now." You sobbed and picked it up, putting it on the speaker. "hey y/n! Are you ok?" You heard him ask worrily, "i-I'm good, and you tried to hold back a moan as Felix fucked the living daylights out of you. "Are you sure you sound out of breath? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Felix chuckled. "Hurt you, he says." "N-no, Soobin, don't worry, I'm fine." "Yeah, you are," Soobin joked. felix growled, sending hard trust but slow trust to your pussy. "Hey, are you sure you're ok?" he asked. "How about some face time?" "No, Soobin, thats not a good idea," you moaned, covering your mouth. "What are you doing over there?" "Uh, nothing." "Are you touching yourself?" Far from it. "Soobin, I have to go," you hung up, letting out the loudest moan as you came around him. "Fuck baby, do you like being almost caught by a guy who wants to fuck you?" "Y-yes, fucck," he was still fucking you; the oversimplification was too much. "Fuckkk," he grabbed your hair, pulling you up to him. Your bodies were closer than ever. "Your fucking mine, f-fuck, where do you want me to go, darling?" "Side me," you said, but you couldn't even get the words out of your mouth. He chuckled-"can't even say it"-and his hand made its way to your neck, squeezing tightly but not too tightly enough to make you see stars. "You want me to knock you up but can't even say the fucking words. You want me to put a baby in your belly, is that right? Want me to mark you up? make you officially mine?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He looked at you as your head was thrown back to his chest. He took this as a perfect opportunity to spit in your face. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm cumping!" Fuck! He said as he came inside, letting out a drawn groan and pulling his head back. "Fuckkkk, take my cum, baby.. take my fucking cum. Uhhh, fuck, just like that. fuck yes.." He let you go, and your body went limp, dropping on the bed. He fell next to you both if you were trying to get your breath back into your body. "Are you ok, baby?" he asked softly, not like he had before. "More than ok," you said in between breaths. "Soooo, ahem," sooooo," "date tomorrow?" you laughed. "Sorry, I'm booked; Soobin took your place." "Don't test me," he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. "I'm joking, and I would love to too." "Hey, don't leaveee," I said as he stood up, "I have to get you cleaned. Hold on." He walked out and came back with a warm rag to clean you up. He lays down next to you “mine
#bang chan#leeknow#bang chan fluff#bangchanfluff#btssmut#stray kids#kpopsmut#kpop fluff#kpop friends#kpop imagines#kpop impreg kink#Felix x poc reader#lee felix#felix imagines#felix smut#felix stray kids#black reader#kim seungmin#seungmin stray kids
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Headcanons about our beloved Vampire King Marshall Lee?
(i love your art so much!)
Awww, thank you!! 🫶💖
Marshall Lee headcanons then:
1- His backstory is also slightly different from Marceline's. I really like the idea of him being raised in the Nightosphere with his mom, only visiting Ooo once in a while, and then permanently moving there for a freer life. I got that concept from the How To Warrior book! Baby Marshall was such a menace, I love him.
2- AU stuff but he and Fionna are roommates! The treehouse belongs to him, similar to how Marceline used to own it in Adventure Time, except he actually keeps it and lives there with Fionna and Cake. He moved his stuff to an attic that he was supposed to turn into a studio and made it his bedroom-house of sorts, he still comes out to have meals together and hangout. Schwabelle is also there, stealing Fionna's lunch every other day.
3- Speaking of Schwabelle, Marshall Lee adopted her as a kitten, and he was also the one who got her reanimated when she first passed away. He's unhealthily attached to that cat and WILL throw hands for her. Needless to say that he's a cat person.
4- He's Demisexual. I actually posted that on Twitter a while ago but not here uhhhh sorry then, he's one of us aces 🫶
5- He can't eat normal food because of his vampirism, it makes him feel nauseous and throw up. Normally he doesn't give a fuck, or he fills his food with red dye, he can still taste his meals even just by sucking out the color. He also drinks blood from time to time, because only drinking the red off things doesn't give him enough nutrients and it messes with his powers.
6- He's got a big sweet tooth. His favorite flavor is strawberry, and he also likes to drink maple syrup.
7- He often plays as a solo musician but I like to think that he's also in a band with a couple friends (said friends being ocs of mine but shhhh).
8- He can purr when he shapeshifts to his bat form (both small and huge), and he tends to get more cuddly as a bat. He curls into a ball like a cat does.
9- He hates getting sick, just the fact that he's still able to get sick even though he has healing powers pisses him off enough, but he also hates doctors and taking medicine. He spends like 2-3 days dying until he heals, or until someone drags him to a doctor.
10- He didn't inherit many demonic abilities from his mother, other than her soul sucking, but one that he did inherit is that he's able to move his body in a strange way, like Hunson does. He likes to scare people by rapidly turning his head back in 180°, which makes a nasty crack sound. Yes, he already pranked people by pretending to be dead with this amazing talent.
11- He watches a lot of vampire movies, he can go from tragic romances to the Rated-R ones. It's a personal interest of his that he doesn't share with anyone.
12- He can't get piercings or tattoos because of his healing powers, so he resorts to fake ones. If he could get a real piercing though, he'd get a tongue one.
13- He doesn't have a reflection in mirrors, so to be able to cut his hair and put on some dramatic makeup for concerts, he either trusts the process or gets a friend to help him. In addition to that, he often practices his makeup skills on Fionna's face, because she's closer and he likes to mess with her.
14- He likes to customize his own clothes, he knows how to sew and he has a lot of paint in his room for that. He also likes to draw posters for himself. He's pretty artsy.
Uhhhhh, what else, what else… I think that's all I have at the moment. Thank you for the ask!
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30, 31, 36 for the writing ask game pls!
(also adore your ask box line shsjjdjdjf)
:D thank you for the asks! (And hehehe thank you, when I did my avatar rebrand I thought it was time to update that too)
30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.
Ohhh man, haha, this fic has actually been on my mind a lot today, I've explained it to three separate people lmao.
So okay, I have this old WIP from last year. It was going to be the next fic I wrote after my first Jaytim fic, I was going to write it on PURPOSE with a PLOT and PINING and EVERYTHING. The WORKS. It was my first attempt at writing Jason's voice too - he's the POV character - and instead I wrote Hurt/Comfort lmao. This fic was heavily inspired by listening to "This Losing" by the Airborne Toxic Event on repeat during February of 2023, and was going to feature a friends with benefits situationship that quickly spirals into Real Feelings that Jason is having trouble grappling with because he's afraid of scaring Tim with how intensely jealous/possessive he gets. With how much he loves him :')
Eventually I'll write it... someday...
31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?
Oh, Hurt/Comfort for sure. That fic was SO nerve-wracking because uhhhhh I'd never written BDSM before! Not really! Not a full on, planned out scene! And on top of that, Hurt/Comfort is experimental with it's choose-your-own-adventure style two endings, so once I was done with writing Hurt I had Comfort to write as well, lmao. I'm pleased with it, but in retrospect, imo it's pretty vanilla for what it is (this may be relative lol), and I feel like I've improved as a writer since posting it :)
(I really enjoy writing panic attacks and bad mental spaces tho, and I still really like the small moment in the bathtub when Tim is sucked into his short flashback uwu sorry Tim, but I had to do it to em)
36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?
In the grand tradition of fic authors everywhere, most of my fic titles are song lyrics or other quotes o7 Usually they're taken from the song I'm listening to the most while writing the fic, and usually I use the lyric I feel best captures either the vibe or a specific beat in the story.
That being said, Sit, Stay, Speak is probably my favorite original title, because it's out of context spoilers for the story as well as a funny dog pun :D Jason is going to sit in Tim's apartment, stay put, and speak to Tim without realizing it; and Tim is going to speak to Jason without actually speaking. His apartment, his life does the talking for him - and Jason hears it. I am genuinely quite proud of Sit, Stay, Speak, every aspect of it was agonized over, but it was worth the effort.
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How about: “I never meant to love you.” 😎 Congrats on your milestone! 😊
AHHHH THANK YOU!!! this was supposed to be a lot shorter than it is but uhhhhh y'know things happen
enjoy :)
huge thank you to my beta @farore-or-less <3 (sorry i made you cry into your coffee)
Masterlist | 400 Requests
a confession
The air was always crisp up in the Tabantha Frontier. It always felt like he was breathing in the cleanest, purest air, the kind that burned his lungs when he took it in. It was rare that the sky was anything but clear, which made for the perfect sight to keep him company late at night, when his mind was muddled and refused to turn off. At least he could stargaze from his hammock, or watch the soft moonlight reflect off of the horizon given his altitude. There were worse places he could be to hear the words,
“I never meant to love you.”
They were a whisper, carried across the little inn to him on the breeze, like she was afraid of waking him. It was a silly thought; they both knew the other was awake.
Link turned his head, though everything in him wanted to stay still and pretend to be asleep. Such lies wouldn’t be fair to her. Zelda wasn’t in her hammock anymore. She was standing near the railings, leaning against it with her face towards the sky.
“I’m sorry,” he told her in response, his voice just as quiet. It was all he could offer. This conversation had been a long time coming; he knew as much from their brief touches of hands and longing glances that…there was a heavy decision waiting to be made. He knew from the words of others, knew from the little memories he had, that there was a history behind Hyrule’s Princess and the knight he used to be–but where they stood now, what they meant to the other after a century of separation…
Their trip to Rito Village had been meant to clear the air between them, give them a break from their house in Hateno that had started to feel so stuffy, but Link hadn’t had the strength to tell Kass no, and so he played his Champion’s Ballad for the princess. All of it. Link had already heard it before; it was not as jarring to hear as it had been the first time around, but they hadn’t spoken much the rest of the day.
It must’ve been weighing on her mind for her to speak up.
Maybe she hadn’t expected him to answer. There was no other movement her flinch could’ve been mistaken for. Zelda did not turn to face him.
“It can’t be helped,” she replied. Even in the light of the moon, he could see that she was gripping the railing tight enough for her knuckles to lose their color. “I just… Perhaps I should’ve said this sooner, but I… I don’t expect anything of you. It’s–it’s alright if you don’t…”
Her voice broke. Link wondered if she’d made a conscious choice to stop using it, or if she’d just given up. Slowly, he sat up, his heart stuttering in his chest. Her words were true; she’d never brought it up, never hinted at it, never even tried to test him to see where she lied. He hadn’t noticed it before now; maybe it was because most of their time together felt natural enough without it.
He couldn’t help himself. Tried as he might to bite his tongue and let the conversation die, there was curiosity tugging at the strings of his heart.
“When did it change?” he asked, turning his head. “I mean, when did you know that you were in love with me?”
The words didn’t scare him as much as they had months ago, when Kass had first spouted his song on Link’s unsuspecting ears. Back then, he thought he was going to pass out. Now, he was repeating those words himself to the very person that felt it for him. For once, he didn’t even flinch.
Zelda ducked her head. He couldn’t tell if she was trembling from the chill, or if she was crying.
“There was one day,” she began, her voice wavering, “I don’t know if you remember it, but there was a day where we were traveling back from a pilgrimage to a spring. You were cooking a meal for us. Did you know that you hum when you cook? I…I thought that it was adorable. I’d never noticed it before. And I started to notice other little things, too. You don’t snore, but sometimes you murmur in your sleep. You tighten your ponytail like it’s a nervous tic, whether it’s loose or not. You used to smile to yourself when you were on your horse, when you thought no one was watching. But I didn’t know that I… that I loved you until my–um, until that morning. You brought me a piece of fruitcake before our journey to the Spring of Wisdom. I thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.”
She’d stopped, but he knew what she meant. Her birthday; the day of the Calamity. He could remember it clearly: he’d woken up extra early and spent it amongst the royal chefs in the kitchen. While they made breakfast, Link molded flour and sugar and fruits into a dessert fit for a princess. He’d gifted Zelda her favorite thing, and mere hours later, she’d held his bleeding body to her chest and wailed.
“I do,” he replied. “Remember, I mean.”
Her head moved. He thought it was a nod, but she didn’t say anything else.
The wooden floorboards felt like ice beneath his feet. The altitude of Rito Village meant that leaving the warmth of his bed rendered him defenseless against the chill of the Hebra air. His nightshirt and trousers were not enough, but Zelda’s nightgown provided even less protection. Link gathered his blanket in his arms and crossed quietly over to her. He could see her much clearer up close; she was shivering, and when she turned to look at him, the moonlight made the tear tracks on her cheeks glisten. How long had she carried the weight of this conversation, dreading its answer?
Slowly, he put one end of the blanket around her shoulders, being careful not to startle her, then pulled the other around his own. It didn’t compare to being cocooned in his bed, but it blocked some of the wind and that was better than nothing. He didn’t want her getting sick. The proximity made their shoulders press together; he thought he heard her suck in a ragged breath.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” he asked. Zelda turned her face away and did not answer. He took that as ‘from day one.’
Link didn’t know much about love. There hadn’t exactly been time for something like that when he was working on a clock he couldn’t see, a time limit he didn’t understand, to keep the remnant pieces of Hyrule from shattering even further. If the beast erupted from the castle, from Zelda, he knew that there would be nothing left. Ganon would not fail this time; no hero would be enshrined and no princess would contain him. If he had to guess, though, he would say that love was something seen, and felt, and heard, and known.
He could see it in the world around him: mothers holding their children close, villages gathering together for celebrations, people venturing around Lover’s Pond in the hopes of meeting their true love—it was everywhere. He could hear it in the shrill laughter of delighted people, in stories and songs sung of loved ones, in quiet and serene tones when a couple thought everyone else in the stable wouldn’t be able to hear them. All these things he’d never gotten to partake in himself. The closest he’d gotten was Hudson and Rondson’s wedding.
All the while, he’d thought of Zelda.
What would she think of this?
Oh, I bet she would love this.
Would she want to attend a wedding?
She’d probably say that theory about the leviathan remains is wrong. Maybe not the location, but the story of how it’d gotten there.
Would she want to study a beetle? Should I try bringing her one?
She’d love to see all these Silent Princesses. I wonder if she can.
He couldn’t say with any certainty that it was love. He didn’t even know if he had the capacity to love. Link was still learning and relearning so much, and one of those things was understanding, regulating, and expressing whatever it was that he was feeling.
But he knew, when he looked at Zelda, that he felt warmth. He felt comfort, he felt peace, and he felt an immense relief that she was here. She was real. Alive. He knew that her smile was like the sun, and that her laugh could heal anything; he knew when she was sad, he ached, and when she was content, so was he.
Link placed his hand atop hers on the railing. Her fingers felt like icicles, so he held her a little tighter.
“I’m still learning,” he voiced to her, “what it means to live. To… to really experience life. And I don’t really know if I ever will. But I know I’d like to learn with you, if that’s okay.”
Zelda turned to look at him, her eyes glistening with fresh tears, and there was that ache in his chest. He thought about cupping her face, wiping her tears, but she’d broken before he could. A sob wrenched from her lips, her face buried in his chest, and he hugged her just as he had the day he’d gotten her back: tight, close, desperation seeping through his attempts to keep the pieces of her, of them, together.
“Of course it’s okay,” she said, muffled though it was, and Link couldn’t help his laugh.
“It will be,” he told her. “I can’t promise many things, but… but that, I can.”
Everything would be okay, so long as they were together. That was how he felt, without a shred of uncertainty. It would be okay.
And it was.
#and then totk happens#turns out its not okay actually#zelink#botw zelink#requests#thank you for the req!!#hurt/comfort#i think i've written something similar to this before#oh well#two cakes
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SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG !
(under the cut because it got long LMAO)
WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S) ?
i don't have that many for most of them! i'm very much multiship and enjoy whatever sort of comes up
HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE ?
as said in my rules, i think about within four years (if they're both adults) is my preference. there can be nuance (for example, Shadow is ""technically"" 50+ years old because of his time spent in stasis, but that doesn't mean i consider him that old) but generally that's my base rule for characters with normal aging.
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING ?
it sort of depends on the mun? if we talk about it enough and i start feeling The Vibe then i'll probably want to do it! you never know
WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH ?
OUGH tough question- this section is gonna be so long im so sorry lmao
Cat-Bee: no one in either her toy or toon verses
CatNap: no one in his toy verse as he's a child, but i'd be willing to ship him with others in his toon verse! i'm just not sure who, so none for now lmao
CraftyCorn: none right now, though i think her and Kickin' or Bobby could be cute as a little kid relationship thing
Dark Choco: Licorice Licorice Licorice. absolutely Licorice, though i do like the thought of him with Cream Unicorn. i also ship him with [redacted] but that's a Very Specific thing with one person
Hoppy: i can't really think of any!
Juniper: she's a Chao lmao
Shadow: there's a few that could be cute! Shadamy comes to mind, but honestly anyone from the cast who's within his age range could be fun depending on the other mun's interpretation. i also love all his potential friendships but that's not what this meme is about lol
Tails: no one, i can't see him being in a relationship
Toy Bonnie: technically he's a dead adult but i can't see him being with anyone either
DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?
please do! i don't wanna misread social cues or whatever and end up making a fool of myself, especially when i'm aromantic and might not see things in a romantic light by default
ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?
not obsessed with doing it, i'm pretty casual, but sometimes i hyperfixate on one specific ship :]
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?
idk, im just kinda neutral to all of them! again, though, Shadamy sounds cute, and i can probably be convinced to ship anything lmao
FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?
as said before, please just ask! even "i think they'd be funny/cute/etc together" works for a reason and i'll probably want to try! i just need to know so i can sort of "shift mindsets"
Tagged by ; @already-know-this-story! thank you!
Tagging ; uhhhhh @4ffogato @darkcacaocookieandfriends @civicmuses and whoever wants to yoink!
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Regretful Nights Spud Bio
Before i proceed, this is just an AU, and most of the info isn't part of the canon, as i am not in any way, shape or form associated with the Axolotl Sun team!! <3
-ABOUT-
Years ago, a group of humans were on a camping trip. Everything seemed to go well at first, until they never gave sign of life for weeks, months even. After further inspection, Turns out a group of unindentified aliens attacked, and expectedly kidnapped the group. Only two remained. One ran away just time, and the other, already taken, was experimented on and became the deformed creature we know today, known as "Spud". After escaping further torture, Spud only had one thing in mind: Destroy. These things who made them what they are today, they HATE them, from the bottom of their pulsating heart. they wanted more than just revenge towards these alien cats. they wanted them dead. They wanted to destroy them. They wanted justice.
Spud's personality isn't shown much, as they often hides from public, and is only seen whenever a gnarpian is present. If they and a said gnarpian are in the same place at the same time, you will never see the alien alive ever again.
-More info-
✦ Name: ???? (Refers themself as Spud)
✦ Age: ?????
✦ Gender: ??????
✦ Pronouns: Any
✦ Sexuality: ??????
-Fun facts-
✦ Despite being after gnarpians in general, they are after Gnarpy the most, as xe participated in his kidnapping.
✦ Gnarpy already came by Spud, but was rescued just in time. Xe never felt safe alone after that, and Spud is aware of it.
✦ Spud's kill count isn't that high, as gnarpians were made aware of their actions, and always avoid going directly on land.
✦ Spud nowadays only feeds off of vegetal food, such as fruits or stolen vegetables freshly harvested from other's gardens.
✦ Spud isn't too keen on stealing, but they do it because they "don't have other choice for surviving".
-Mod Pixi's Note-
Wooo, this is done!! I'm so sorry for the edgy aah backstory, i thought that was a cool concept to have Spud being a revengeful creature, instead of... Y'know, hanging around? I mean, Spud in the game is alright, but uhhhhh... He's kinda... Meh. To me at least.
Also, i'm planning something for Halloween, and i'm hoping i can finish it!! I just need a lot of time and patience ;A;
I already know who's next!! It's a character that i've already mentioned in Gnarpy's Bio -v-;;
Tbh, i already designed them, but i'm really not proud of their design, so i will completely revamp it!! Hope that's okay LOL
Anyways, that's enough!! Thanks for reading <3
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ARB Birthday Special: Lyall Shiba
~~ January 21st ~~
“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.”
Login Lines:
“Sorry, I’m a bit busy with a case at the moment if you could just…eh? Is this a gift?”
“My birthday? Oh shoot, it’s today, isn't it? Thanks for reminding me. Now then, if you excuse me, I need to focus on my case.”
Voice Lines:
“25 years old…if you had told me a few years ago I’d reach this age, I wouldn’t have believed you…or more accurately I would have been too drugged out of my damn mind to understand what you were saying.”
“My phone has been blowing up all day from my fans sending me Happy Birthday on PROFILE, so I placed it on silent. Not that I’m ungrateful, but I always assumed that with my retirement I’d fade out of the spotlight, but I assume not.”
“I had a dream last night…and I saw him just standing there with that goddamn smile on his face and…I just got so angry when I saw him that I wrapped my hands around his pathetic little neck and tried to choke him…I hate him.”
“I lit a few candles on my altar to send a few prayers to Anubis and Thoth. It’s a tradition I do every year on my birthday. Mainly, I pray that the next yearly cycle of my life is a good one, but considering I’m in the DRB this year I’m not holding my breath on that one.”
“Ah shit….I mean, hey Chief, I haven’t caused any trouble lately, so what brings you here? Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d remember it was my birthday. Awwww, I always knew you liked me, Chief! Maybe I'll even break my record for the longest amount of time without giving you a migraine. Ouch, so cold, Chief.”
“Uhhhhh….Chief? Is this a get-out-of-jail-free card? Okay, but why? Well, I better make sure to save for when I get into some major trouble then. Anubis knows I seem to always be in your office every other day.”
“Oh Hey Ayumu-san, I take you here to wish me a Happy Birthday too. Just a bit. I owe my life to you, Ayumu-san. It's because of you that I’m still here to celebrate my birthday. I can’t thank you enough for that. Easier said than done. Ah, you didn’t have to get me anything, Ayumu-san, but thank you.”
“Oh gosh, out of the palettes, you could have gotten…ah it’s perfect Ayumu-san. Did you know this is one of my favorite bands? No offense, Ayumu-san, but I can’t imagine you listening to this band. You're too cheerful of a person for some of the songs.”
Seiji Lines:
“For once you’re not in trouble, Rookie. I just stopped to wish you a happy birthday. Of course, I did. I know the birthdays of all the officers in the department. Normally, I'd wish you a Happy Birthday and just be done with it, but given that you haven’t gotten on my nerves much recently, have this. Consider it both a gift and a reward. Nope, a migraine is starting. *sighs* Get back to work, Shiba.”
“Of course it is. Given how often you seem to get in trouble, I would think you’d appreciate it. You can redeem it and get off scot-free from any punishment I would usually give you. Only once, though, so use it wisely, Rookie.”
Ayumu Lines:
“Lyall, can I talk to you for a second? Am I that easy to read, huh? Anyway, I'm glad to see you’ve been doing well, especially considering our…first meeting. I was just doing my job, Lyall, but if you want to thank me, just keep living your life would be more than enough. Now then, I know you're into wearing dark makeup, so I got you this as a gift.”
“Is something wrong, Lyall? It was one of the first palettes I found when I looked up ‘goth makeup’. Really? Maybe I should listen to them sometimes. Eh? Why not? Hey, it’s not my fault. I like to see the bright side of things.”
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on the one hand, fucking shitty day, manager's back and fucking everything up even worse. asked her if we could meet up and debrief before tomorrow's shoot and make sure we have a coherent idea of what she wants to get out of the shoot and what's been agreed. which she ignored. bookending both her leaving and coming back from holiday with "please can you intuit exactly what I need from this project and convey it to a third party. no we don't need to have a conversation and you don't need any information." we have exchanged a single-figure number of sentences today somehow despite her originally expecting me to move two projects on in her absence with no guidance.
(I also sent her two documents to urgently sign off on ASAP specifically so I could get them to the filmmaker first thing. at 2pm the filmmaker, who has been talking with my manager, was like 'hey sorry to be a pain can I get those briefs' and my manager got back to her with a totally different set of partial info. I messaged her like hey sorry to be a pain did you uhhhhh see the briefs I drafted yesterday? and she was like 'oh yeah I glanced at them they look great'. I'm like COOL WILL I SEND THEM OVER THEN???? 'yeah go ahead thanks'. I am going to CHEW MY HANDS OFF)
HOWEVER this isn't a post about how shit my boss is it's an appreciation post for my friend and colleague L who like. He's kind of an enigma cause he doesn't really do emotional communication, I'm pretty sure we're pretty good friends but also all our conversations are very casual.
buuuut.
In the last 3 days since he had a brief meeting with me and saw how ill I still was, he has (without even mentioning it):
gone to my senior manager and asked to take on like half the tasks on my to do list so I don't have to worry about them
told my senior manager she needs to tell me to take breaks and work short days
told my line manager before I came in this morning that I seemed really unwell and she should make sure I wasn't taking too much on
moved a bunch of project meetings back a week to give me time to recover and catch up with myself
messaged me every day to check how I'm doing, told me he cares about and appreciates me and that nothing I'm doing is anywhere near as important as getting better
is fretting because I said I was a bit dizzy and keeps telling me not to fall and hurt myself (I think his boyfriend has some neurological issues so he's a bit sensitive to these kinds of worries)
idk I'm just really really moved by how much he's put into making sure I'm ok. he's not even in my direct team - we share a senior manager but he's fundraising and I'm comms - and he's at the same non-manager level as me so he doesn't HAVE to do ANYTHING but he's my FRIEND WE'RE FRIENDS HE CARES ABOUT MY WELLBEING 😭❤️😭❤️
every time I try to thank him he just goes 'it's literally nothing I hope you feel better'
this is like the most emotionally communicative I've ever seen him and it's the actual highlight of my week. our friends have been telling me for like a year that he talks constantly behind my back about how much he likes and appreciates me as a friend, but it's only every so often he lets the mask slip enough for me to realise how true that is. and it's really nice I'm so fond.
#red said#he like me is someone who gets more guarded and joky the more they like people so it's not always easy to tell#what he's really feeling#but he is just SUCH A SWEETHEART I'm so fond#he's got this whole sarky bitch thing going where he sits in the corner with his headphones in in Gay Judgement all day#but the thing is he's SO LOVELY. he's constantly looking out for people. he's really protective and kind.#and he's always the first person to check in when someone's upset#i only started going into the office regularly during appeal times bc when i got myself in a flap he would appear by magic#and calm me right down and tell me hey. this is not three most important thing in the world.#idk. friends. god. what a concept.
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