#I have never called these things 'batts' in my life

[pepperf]

Because this is weirding me out:

A poll!

'Battenburg' is fun to say AND to eat and Mr Kipling can meet me at dawn.

[cute-sucker]

domestic life (w/rafe)

about: this series is gonna be super, short and cute! just a bunch of compilation of your life with rafe + super super domestic fluff <3 send requests if you would like !

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you always knew that rafe was fit, your keen eyes always travelling to the bulky parts of his body. he was handsome beyond grief, and he knew it too. but there was one thing that you never asked him; his workout.

now there was one thing. you knew he would get excited about it. judging by the amount of supplements that he tried to get you to have. all you did was wrinkle your nose as he tossed a few pills in his mouth and then grinded down his green power.

disgusting.

but here you were watching your boyfriend leave tanyhill, trying to go workout and a sudden peak of interest hit you. what if you went with him? after all, your nail technician had cancelled on you because she had caught something like the cold, and your evening was probably going to be spent laying on a couch watching modern family.

"rafe?" you called out tentatively, watching him stuff things in his bag. he looked concentrated, as he gave you a grunt in response. you bit your lip, before trying to walk closer to him.

you pinch his bicep, "rafe, where are you going?"

you know damn well where he's going, but you can't help but batt your pretty eyelashes in his direction hoping that he'd take the bait. and as always, rafe smiled at you - before jerking his hand to his bag.

"just going to the gym. gotta stay fit," he reprimanded, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, "if you need anything, just give me a call. i'll be here for a while."

you pouted, folding your arms, and then frowning, "but what if i need you to stay?"

he cocked an eyebrow, a smirk on his face, "you need me to stay? more like want me to stay. is this because your friends cancelled on their little trip to the beach? you want me to stay, 'cause you got nobody to entertain you?"

"don't be mean rafe!"

he gave you a pointed look, a calloused hand rubbing your cheek but you couldn't help but glare.

"you're my boyfriend, what if i want to stay with you?"

then you gave him a cheeky smile, dragging him closer to you as he groaned.

"you got me, good woman. you got me good."

[charliedawn]

Hey, I don't see any post saying requests are closed. Please correct me it I'm wrong, and I'll resend this ask when they're open :)

I saw one of your slasher posts about an new patient who was an omega and I've been wondering how a/b/o au slashers would react to a beta new patient who they saw as their own pup?(basically everyone is a father figure to this kid lol) I love platonic fluff and you're one of the few slasher writers who write platonic stuff and I love your writing, please stay hydrated and have a good day! :D

Here you go 😁 And thank you.

Freddy Krueger:

"You and I…we gonna be best buddies."

Freddy is a beta. Meaning: no real dominance or protective instincts.

He’d basically laugh his ass off while you run around and cause havoc or eat popcorn with Pennywise while they watch.

He’d train you in the ways of 'don’t give a toss' and 'get outta my way, bitch'.

Freddy would still protect you if he sees you in real danger, but he’d be the type of cool dad who just wants to chill and walk around in flip flops.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms would be a worry heart.

He’d worry 24/7 about you.

Have you eaten ? Have you drank ? Have you slept well ? Are you hurt ? Do you wanna play ?…

He’d cry his eyes out if he sees a scratch on you and whoever would dare cause you harm would end up beaten up.

Brahms is strong—even though he is an omega. He’d be the one to take care of you and make sure you’re perfectly safe.

Arthur Fleck:

Arthur would give you the best advice. He’s a beta—but used to be an omega. He’d have the heart without being overemotional about things.

"Don’t worry, things can look up. You just gotta wait and see."

"Be a doll and smile. Smiling will open up many doors for you."

"Do not listen to Freddy, sweetie. He is a bad influence. Matter-of-fact ? Do not listen to anyone else but me and Michael."

He would be your voice of reason in your darkest moments, but don’t ALWAYS listen to him because he is a patient for a reason…

Penny:

Overpossessive. Overprotective. Overthinking. Overdoing.

Penny would be the embodiment of "over-the-top". Doesn’t have any chill and would bite and scratch if anyone as much as looks at you the wrong way.

He can also read minds…which can be kind of a problem.

Penny *growls at a nurse* : "I DARE you to say what you want to say, coward."

He would also be very playful and play with you all day long. He’s got unending energy and would even put on shows for you.

Michael Myers:

Michael would be the only responsible one, as the Alpha of the slashers.

He’d make sure to never allow you near his knives or any sharp objects. He’d teach you self-defense. He’d also cook for you and teach you all of his skills (non-lethal)

He would also protect you but, would always use a weapon that won’t be too traumatic for your adorable self…like a baseball batt or a something else to just knock out the person who dared attack your person.

But Myers ? Myers would kill for you.

Myers has no parental instinct or remorse.

He kills because he can.

Father Paul Hill:

Father Paul—as a Beta—would protect you with his life. He always wanted to be a father and would immediately take you under his wing.

Comparing to other slashers, you could almost call him a pacifist. He would never start a fight. Never.

He would teach you and give you a proper education. He would also take care of you and give you the affection you need.

And if you get hurt ?

He’d protect you—no matter the cost.

Father Paul *covered in blood and crying* : "No…No no no…Not again. Please. Not again."

Patrick Bateman:

Patrick Bateman would teach you how to kill and get away with murder. He is a Beta himself, but always hated that title because he always saw himself as an Alpha.

He’d explain to you the human anatomy and how to chop off a body in the most efficient and effective way possible.

He would also teach you the ways of society and bureaucracy like no one else could. Patrick is very observant and dangerous. He has no empathy.

Meaning: Make sure he KEEPS liking you.

Patrick *looking at you and wondering if having a kid is worth it and how he’d do it to get rid of you before smiling and locking the thought into a very far away box at the back of his mind*

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an Omega. He would fight tooth and nail to protect you.

He’d also let you braid his hair and you’d draw together or do some fun artsy activities.

He’d show you how to do pottery and play with clay to make animal shapes or even human-like.

But, Vincent is in therapy and is being closely monitored and watched so he wouldn’t show you how to make wax people.

He would also be very affectionate with you and give you a lot of hugs, unlike Bo who would just pat your head and call it a day.

Jack Torrance:

"Let’s get takeout." Jack’s favourite sentence.

Jack would be a very lazy and chill kinda dad for a beta. He would take you to movies or read you a book.

He also loves food so…he’d get you pizza or nachos and you’d just settle on the couch with him and do nothing—just chilling.

He’d be the dad you go to when you don’t wanna do anything and you’re tired. He’d also be the type to live in his pajamas and tell you that it’s too early at 1pm.

You would then just sleep or he’d tell you things about his old life if he’s up for it.

He would protect you if you are in danger, but he would make sure that you don’t get into trouble in the first place cause you can’t do no wrong when you’re chilling all day…

[cranberry-writes]

hii i love ur writing!!! ik youve just answered a hughie ask but i love him and how u write him sm, could i please rq sorta general hcs w him having a lil crush on someone whose sweet and confident, if a little vain? if possible, id love it to specifically be a male reader whose significantly taller than him. thank you!

Hughie Headcannons

Ahhhh love this rq!!! There are almost no male reader stories or headcannons so it’s nice to do them.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ANY REQUEST! (If you aren’t sure look at my pinned!”

Also i’m like 5’ 5” so my writing about a tall person is definitely not correct 😞

Warnings; (Very) Mild Spoilers for season 2&3 and cannon typical language

- Hughies already a tall guy, 6’ 1” (185 centimeters) so being taller than him is something he didn’t really expect

- Tbh he thinks you’re standing on something when he first sees you, but he does a double take and is like ‘Oh shit’

- The second thing he thinks when he meets you is ‘..how?’

- You’re not sunshine and rainbows vomiting kittens or anything, but your a lot more upbeat and kinder than the others there

- “Cool Billy Joel shirt, you got a favorite song?” “Yeah actually, (i know nothing about billy joel) is my favorite.”

- He really assumed that everyone was going to be dickish off the batt but apparently not

- He’s happy he don’t feel like his life is in danger with everyone when he first gets introduced

- He’s also happy someone *cough* isn’t calling him a cunt every 5 minutes

- When he first notices the the vaguely vain behavior, it annoys him a bit (in reality it’s more of jealousy, he wishes he could have faith in himself like you do) but once he sees you in action he understands, working with The Boys is hard, dealing with supes is hard.

- It also kinda scared him a bit, he really didn’t want to think you where an asshole

- Honestly the fact that your alive after everything gives you a pretty decent reason to be a tad vain in his mind

- With your confidence+sweetness he’s not sure if he wants to be you or be with you

- He soon realizes it’s mostly attraction a bit admiration

- I headcannon that he is so insanely bisexual it’s crazy, so being with a dude isn’t something he has to really work through or convince himself of

- Like he just grew up knowing and never really questioned or cared about it

- But he doesn’t realize he actually has a crush on you untill later in the series, maybe around late season two after LampLighter happens. (i feel like that kinda made him realize some stuff about himself)

- But he takes WAY longer to actually try and make a move on you

- like start of season four is when he even starts to make a move

- But he’s got that nerdy white boy thing and chances are you ask him out first

- You totally break out all the stocks, flowers, candy, stuff like that

- He is flattered, flustered, and scared

- Unlike Starlight you don’t have powers, and while you are amazing at your job he’s still scared that you’ll become a bigger target because of his affiliation with Homelander and Newman.

- But honestly we all saw how he literally stood up to Homelander when he insulted Starlight, once yall are in a relationship he ain’t backing down for shit (Unless you ask, he’s very respectful of boundaries)

- okay i’m circling back to the height thing,

- he would enjoy it a LOT

- He’s always been the taller one in relationships, it was nice to switch it up a bit.

- He also enjoys how someone else can share the struggles of being tall with him

- (small stupid thing but if yall move in together you have one hell of a time finding a bed that actually fits)

- Because of how tall you both are it’s easy to find one another in crowds, Hughie really likes that fact (he’s scared that if he can’t find you then something horrible has happened to you)

- Butcher pokes fun at both of you but in the dumbest ways imaginable

- “Ere’ come the fucken’ inflatable tube couple.”

Watch me make an actual fic about this

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 17 of ???(I've entirely lost track)

4500 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

Jin falls into step easily beside the large bear hybrid. He has always thought his legs were gangly and too long for his subspecies, but he is glad to have them now as Namjoon seems to wait for no one, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He shoots medical questions at Jin as if he has a deadline to meet. Somehow Jin finds it oddly charming. So few people show interest in his work and he has few friends to share his time with.

He watches how Namjoon's brow furrows as he tries to remember medical terms to discuss with him. It's endearing. He supplies words for him occasionally but mostly just listens to the man. It's clear that he hasn't had a chance to talk about his medical knowledge in a long time and Jin would be lying if he said he didn't just like listening to the man's deep voice.

Ordinarily, Seokjin would never have accepted an invitation to join a patient for the holiday, it was a horrible blurring of personal and professional lines. But Jungkook insisted, and there was something about that boy that Jin found odd but magnetic all the same. He was more reluctant leading up to the day, he had almost chickened out but they had only left him an address, no number to call, and he couldn't just not turn up.

And now he was beyond glad that he had.

"I'm sorry, you probably don't want to talk about your work this much." Namjoon eventually stops himself, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"It's quite alright, I'm happy to talk about medicine, especially when you seem so interested yourself," Jin says.

"There must be more to you than that, tell me about your hobbies."

"Hobbies?" Jin blinks owlishly.

He hasn't partaken in hobbies since long before medical school, it was difficult to find the time. He had once enjoyed playing tennis, although he was never any good, and he did adore cooking when he got the chance but he wouldn't call it a hobby.

"Yeah, you know.... the things you do for fun?" Namjoon supplies, laughing a little awkwardly.

"Right, yeah... I don't know I don't have a lot of time to myself these days, I always end up watching TV and napping when I'm free."

"Napping can be a hobby, ask Jungkook he seems to have taken it up professionally."

The two men laugh easily together and it feels nice. It's been too long since Jin has had a chance to talk to someone so casually.

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"Stop looking at me like that," Yoongi grumbles at his companion.

"Like what Sugar?" Taehyung batts his eyelashes innocently.

"Like you've known me longer than 76 hours."

"But I have... I've known exactly the type of man you are since I read that first note you sent me in Y/N's lunch."

Taehyung brushes his arm against Yoongi, swaying deliberately into the man. A blush creeps across the jackal's face but it's hidden well by the red covering his nose from the cold evening air.

"Come on Yoongi, you even scented that note. It was subtle but I smelled it, and you... I've been hooked since." Taehyung confesses.

Yoongi doesn't have a response. Because he did scent the note and to this day he has no idea why. It's oddly intimate for a stranger, he had told himself it was just for Y/N's lunch, but he wasn't really scenting her then either.

"If you think we can't court because I don't know you well enough, tell me more." Taehyung prompts, any teasing was now gone from his tone.

"I don't know what to tell you about me but I'm already courting two people. And before now I've never courted deliberately in my life."

"Then what's one more," Taehyung says

He makes a good point.

"Fine but we are taking this very slowly, like agonisingly," Yoongi replies.

Everything after fine seems to fall on deaf ears as Taehyung's smile hits 1 million watts.

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"So Jungkook...." Hoseok starts awkwardly.

His gaze is focused down on his trainers as he kicks a pebble along with them on their walk. He has never had one on one time with the youngest and now seemed like a weird time to start. He liked the rabbit, it was difficult not to, he inspired protective instincts in the most docile of people, but he wasn't sure they had anything in common at all. Other than maybe their affection for Yoongi, that doesn't seem like a lucrative topic.

"What game were you playing earlier?" He asks, knowing that video games are a safe space.

And yet, Jungkook's cheeks go bright red anyway. His ears droop a little and Hobi worries that all progress they had made in the last few weeks has been destroyed by that innocent question.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me... What do you want to talk about." He tries to backtrack.

"No...I, I want to talk about it. I've been dying to talk about it, but it's embarrassing." Jungkook confesses.

Hoseok's interest is piqued. Of all the descriptors for games embarrassing is not one he would use often.

"You can tell me, no judgement here. Never ever judgement." He tries to put the bunny at ease.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and gets a very serious look on his face.

"Have you ever heard of otome games?"

It might be the most fluent Jungkook has ever been as he talks Hoseok through the world of interactive romantic novels. He has never seen the bunny so excited to just talk with someone. He lets Jungkook monologue at him and finds himself quite invested in the world that Jungkook is explaining. A world where you have multiple love interests vying for your attention, all while you get to go on some kind of exciting adventure sounds like a great way to waste a few hours. Although he supposes the multiple love interests isn't really a thing of fiction to him now.

He turns back around to gaze at you a little longingly only to find you and Jimin have fallen behind.

He can see your outlines in the dimming light, how close together you are. He watches as Jimin's arms snake around your waist and his stomach twists with misplaced jealousy.

He isn't proud of what he did next.

"Are you guys coming?" He yells.

He watches as you jump away from Jimin a little and he can hear Jungkook snicker beside him when he realises what was happening.

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You make it back to the house shortly after your kiss, turns out you were only a few roads over.

You sit on the garden furniture and wrap a blanket around yourself tightly. Jimin fetches the desert you had abandoned earlier, serving each of you a slice of cake as Namjoon and Yoongi head up the hill to ignite the bonfire.

Jimin feeds forkfuls to Jungkook as they cuddle together under one of the blankets. Taehyung attempts the same with you and you roll your eyes but take the bite anyway. It's deliciously decadent. Taehyung pouts when you don't offer him your own fork in return.

"You realise we are just trading the same desert back and forth right?" You point out.

"It's about the romance of it Y/N, live in the fantasy a little will you?" He scolds.

You shake your head at him. You take the smallest bite possible onto your fork and present it to him. He takes the fork between his teeth in a way that is clearly meant to be seductive. He bites down and scrapes all of the dessert from the utensil and grins at you when he is done.

You can see the smoke beginning to build up the hill and Yoongi's figure appears beckoning you all to join them. You each gather as many blankets as you can carry and walk together until you can see Namjoon and Yoongi wrapped up in each other's embrace watching the embers begin to consume the wood that had been prepared earlier.

Jimin points to a spot a safe distance away from the fire and you all follow him there, laying out the thickest blankets on the floor to protect you from the cold ground. You all sit in a line, passing blankets along the line and snuggling close to keep the cool wind from getting through the gaps. The warmth emanating from the bonfire has you reaching out your hands towards it, everyone else following suit as they try to regain feeling in their fingertips.

"This is delightful." Jin comments.

The doctor is sat carefully on the edge of the blanket, leaning slightly away from the group, although Namjoon has draped a blanket to connect the two of them together.

"Is this what you guys do for the rest of the night?" Taehyung asks, staring directly into the flames.

The fire reflects prettily in his eyes, making the dark brown look more like whisky.

"Oh no, we do this for about 3o minutes until Yoongi grumbles about being bored and cold, then we get alcohol and start writing wishes down to through into the fire." Jimin supplies. "We can start early tonight if you like?"

"If you want me to get drunk in time then we should get going." Hoseok nods.

Jimin takes Taehyung's hand and pulls him up with him to go and fetch supplies from the house and the rest of you continue to watch how the fire consumes the discarded items that had been placed into it.

The pair don't take too long, coming back with two boxes. One containing red solo cups, fruit, and mixers. The other contains four different liquors and some writing equipment along with a clipboard for each of you. You each grab a cup, pouring a little more alcohol than you probably should for a first drink and a clipboard. You choose a couple of glittery gel pens and make yourself comfortable back in your spot on the blanket waiting for everyone else.

Namjoon stands in front of all of you with his cup raised to the sky.

"A few rules to begin." He starts, met with groans from those of you sitting down. "First, no one steps over the barrier of safe distance regardless of how drunk you get. "

He points to the bricks surrounding the fire, a barrier placed about 3 metres around the fire.

"If we can't go near the fire how to we burn the wishes?" You ask, but are meet with shushes from Yoongi and Jungkook.

"Second, You need to finish at least one drink before you even think about writing down a wish."

Everyone nods and takes a sip.

"Third, you can't make anyone share their wish."

You glance at Jimin to find him already looking at you sheepishly.

"And finally don't think too hard, anything you want can be a wish. With that let's have a toast. To the past and to the future, come what may, let us be together. TO US!"

"TO US!" You chorus and take a long sip of your drinks.

"When everyone has finished their wishes we will put them into the fire together." He gestures to a wooden box at the corner of the barrier that you hadn't noticed.

Namjoon presses play on a speaker and music covers the sound of the crackling fire.

You let the alcohol burn your throat as you rush to finish your first drink, it appears the others do the same as they all reach for more alcohol to top up their cups. Hoseok holds out a bottle to you and you present your cup to him. He pours recklessly, leaving even less room for your mixer than the last drink. The look in his eye is positively devilish when he finally pulls the bottle away.

You try not to think about it too hard as you turn your attention to your empty clipboard. It finally occurs to you that you have no idea what you want to write. A lot of your wishes from when you left your old life behind have come true.

You have a job of your own.

You have friends of your own.

You know what freedom tastes like.

You glance around to see what everyone else is writing but most of them have their boards covered like overprotective nerds in an exam. You can see that Jungkook is changing pen colours for almost every word and that Namjoon seems to be writing a novel with a fountain pen, both are so different, yet very them. Jimin and Taehyung haven't even started theirs, the clipboards forgotten as Taehyung free-pours vodka into Jimin's awaiting mouth, not stopping until a little dribbles out of the corner. Taehyung uses his index finger to swipe up the wasted alcohol and put it into his own mouth.

Yoongi has already finished his, folding it neatly and posting it into the box before neatly returning his pen and clipboard. Hoseok seems as stuck as you, chewing the lid of the pen past the point of no return. And Seokjin is writing slowly, thinking a little then writing a little.

You turn your attention to the blank page and pick up the purple glitter pen. Instead of writing words, you doodle in the corners creating intricate patterns and using other colours to fill in the blank spaces. Eventually, you've drawn so much aimlessly that you only have space to write one wish. You contemplate going for another piece of paper but this feels right.

Everyone else has posted their wishes into the box and they are standing around drinking and talking or dancing together. You still can't think of anything you want that these men haven't already helped you to get. So you write down the very thing you told Jimin you would.

You take ahold of the purple glitter pan again, almost out of ink, and write down.

*I wish all of their wishes come true*

You waste time folding the paper into a little boat before standing up to add it to everyone else's.

"Right is that everyone?" Namjoon asks, clearly having been watching you.

The group nods and he takes the box from your hands before throwing it directly into the bonfire, landing ceremoniously at the top. The fire licks at the new fuel. Flashes of pink and purple flames mix in with the orange before the whole chest is encompassed in colourful flames.

The newcomers and yourself all stare in wonder as the rainbow of colours appears around your wishes as they burn.

"Namjoon's such showoff," Yoongi says, "Covers the box in powders like potassium and lithium chloride to put on a show. The sap says it makes things more magical." The cynicalness of his comment is evidently a front as his eyes never leave the flame.

"It's so pretty," Jungkook says, eyes wide.

You remember then that this is his first year experiencing the bonfire too, he has only ever heard stories until this point and clearly, the others had wanted to keep this as a little surprise.

The colourful display doesn't last too long and the box becomes an unrecognisable mess among the already charred remains.

"What now?" Jin asks, glancing away from the fire to look at the others.

"Now we drink, talk, dance. Whatever you normally do at a party I guess." Jimin shrugs.

Again you find yourselves sectioning off into groups. Hoseok drags Yoongi to dance with him. Jimin and Taehyung return to the bottle of vodka that they've been sharing between them all evening. And Namjoon finds Jungkook, pulling the bunny into his arms and kissing his nose, talking about something you can't hear.

"Interesting group of guys," Jin says, sidling up next to you.

You turn to face him, properly. He smells a little like the brandy he has been sipping on for the last hour. You've noticed he is only on his second drink. Immediately slowing down after completing the first rule of the night. Perhaps you should've followed his lead as your head swirls from drink number four.

"You think they are weird..." You point out.

"I do." He confirms "But in a very charming way. They are a very quirky bunch, but I can see why it's so easy to get sucked into their energy like you have."

You don't answer him, you take another sip of your drink instead prolonging the silence. Each of the boys is very individual but now, even with Taehyung being added in, it just makes sense to you. Even having Jin there has felt oddly right throughout the day. Everyone has a partner, but with an interchangeability that feels easy, it seems like it would be even weirder to tell an almost stranger that you think he fits in than it would be to remain silent.

"Don't take it the wrong way. I have enjoyed every moment of today. If two of them hadn't been my patients I might even pursue a friendship with each of you." His eyes land on Namjoon and Jungkook and his eyes glaze over in thought.

"You could still be friends with them. It's not like they came to you with intimate issues. If it's an issue of ethics I don't think any boundaries would be crossed." You muse.

This time he takes a long sip of his drink, looking like he has a million things he wants to say but none of them will reach his tongue. You let the silence stretch, watching the others for a little while allowing Jin time to think.

"I might think about it. Talking to Namjoon today was a wonderful change of pace to my non-existent social life. I do however hold some concerns about Jungkook..." He trails off as if unsure of how much he can say.

"Are they about his anxiety? Because I think I might have the same concerns as you." You admit.

"They are, but as a medical professional, I don't know enough about the man. And as an acquaintance, it is well out of my jurisdiction to even suggest anything about the condition." He says.

"Yeah... I've wanted to say something but it doesn't seem like my place, and they seem pretty certain they have it handled.

The conversation veers off after that and the two of you continue people-watching.

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Hoseok doesn't really give Yoongi a choice as he swings the jackal around with him in time to the music playing. And Yoongi's sure he wouldn't want it any other way. He lets the human twirl and dip him, laughing as Hoseok leans in close to kiss him. The song changes to something much slower and he finds himself wrapped in Hobi's embrace, barely an inch between them.

"Are you enjoying your solstice puppy"

Yoongi grimaces at the joking nickname Hoseok had decided to give him. He pushes away from him in protest, but it's halfhearted and he remains firmly in Hoseok's grasp.

"I was." He sighs dramatically, before giggling. "Are you Jagi?"

"Very much so. It's nice having such a big group to celebrate with."

The two glance around at the others.

"Do you want to tell me your wish?" Yoongi asks.

"I thought Namjoon said you weren't allowed to ask?" Hoseok raises an eyebrow.

"We are allowed to ask, we just aren't allowed to push." He shrugs "If you don't want to tell me you don't have to."

"It's a good job I want to tell you then isn't it." Hobi's voice is teasing. "I wished to do this again next year, exactly the same way as this year... well almost exactly the same."

"Oh yeah? What do you want to change, maybe it's something we can make happen tonight?" Yoongi sounds concerned thinking he'd missed something.

Hoseok reaches out to smooth the wrinkle that had appeared between the older man's brow.

"I think it would be a bit ambitious to hope to be romancing more of our members than just you tonight." He shrugs

"Oh really? I reckon any one of them would happily fall to their knees for you if you asked. Who is your eye on?" Yoongi asks.

He turns Hobi in his arms, holding him around the waist so their hips grind together. They spin together looking at all of their friends in turn.

"Is it Namjoon? His lips feel so nice against your skin, they are so pillowy. Or is it Jiminie? Have you been picturing his pretty little hands ghosting over your skin? Or have you dared to think of our forbidden little fox? I bet she would sound really beautiful if you bit her lip just a little." Yoongi whispers suggestively into Hoseok's ear.

"Is it bad if I say I want them all?" Hoseok answers, leaning his head back onto Yoongi's shoulder. "I'll even take the doc if he is an option... Have you seen his shoulders?" Hobi practically moans.

"I don't know about the doctor I'm afraid, although if Kookie has his way he might become a permanent feature. Have you seen the way the poor bunny looks at the man? And Kookie gets what Kookie wants."

"And don't get me started on Y/N, did you see her and Jimin earlier?" Hobi asks, standing up straighter so he can look at Yoongi's face properly.

"I didn't? why?" Yoongi released the other from his hold, the flirty tone gone as it's replaced with intrigue.

"He finally made his move, and kissed her while we were walking earlier."

The two of them get a little too excited about the prospect of what this could mean.

"Here I was worried when I scented her the other day. She flinched so far away I thought I'd spooked her for good."

"Well, that seems a little dramatic."

"Okay maybe it wasn't that bad, but it felt bad." Yoongi pouts.

"Looks like she is coming around, maybe she was just surprised," Hoseok says leaning in to kiss the frown away.

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"Down the hatch Jiminie," Taehyung says.

He holds Jimin's chin in place with his finger and thumb as he pours yet another shot down the red-heads throat. The little panda takes it like a champ swallowing the entire shot easily. Taehyung wipes away the excess from his lip. He can't resist the plush feeling against his thumb. He doesn't expect the way that Jimin takes the opportunity to suck his finger, finishing off the last drip of alcohol.

He can't really control himself when he leans in to kiss the other man. It's a sloppy drunken kiss but it feels perfect in the moment.

Maybe Taehyung had always intended for Y/N to be his next kiss but this felt right. Something about Jimin was too interesting, too alluring, too sweet.

They don't pull back until Taehyung's lungs are burning for a proper breath.

"I'm..m sorry." Jimin hiccups, but his smile suggests he is anything but.

"You are so pretty," Taehyung says before diving in for one more kiss.

This time it's slower, a little more chaste, and ends a lot quicker.

"This wasn't how my slow and charming courting plan was supposed to go..." Taehyung says.

He takes Jimin's hand in his and starts to draw little patterns on the skin.

"I have slow with Y/N, this is much more satisfying..." Jimin admits.

"Oh good, because I would hate if we decided to slow down after that. I don't think I ever want to stop touching you now."

"I you really want to touch me then we should go and dance." Jimin winks.

He pulls away from Taehyung and runs across the hill to where Hoseok and Yoongi are dancing together. Taehyung laughs and follows him gladly.

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"How was your first solstice, my love," Namjoon asks as he pulls Jungkook to him.

"The colours were so cool hyung," Jungkook says as he nestles into Namjoon's chest. "I've had so much fun today."

"What were your favourite parts?"

"There are so many." Jungkook thinks for a minute. "Opening presents was fun."

"Is that it?" Namjoon laughs.

"Of course not. The food was delicious, I liked talking to Hoseok on our walk, seeing Jimin finally kiss Y/N, The pretty colours, right now in your arms. So many things." The bunny says, each item running into the other.

Jungkook speaks so fast that he almost misses what Jungkook is really telling him.

"Wait?" His brain takes a moment to process the information it's been given. "Jimin kissed Y/N?"

"Yeah... during the walk, did you not see them. They didn't really try to hide it." Jungkook takes a step back from Namjoon.

"I didn't, no... guess I was too invested in what Jin had been talking about."

Jungkook looked a whole other kind of excited at the realisation that Namjoon had been so wrapped up in Jin that he hadn't been paying obsessive attention to the pack as he might usually have done. The bear so rarely lets himself relax it's nice to know he got to take a break today. It also suggests he could be forming a friendship with the doctor meaning Jungkook could see him more...

"Well they did, Hobi and I saw it. I don't think it lasted long. Hoseok seemed concerned they were falling behind so he called out to them."

"Yeah, I bet that was the reason." Namjoon shakes his head. Humans are so easily jealous. "But if that's true and Jimin has finally made his move that means the rest of us can maybe start to take our relationship with Y/N in a more romantic direction."

Jungkook thinks about it a little. He has been perfectly happy with the friendship he has been building with the fox. It felt nice to cuddle with her and be close but he wasn't sure if he wanted more from their relationship, he wasn't prepared to let another person in that could leave him, especially when they knew so little about the life you had come from. He still wasn't particularly happy about the others persuing you romantically.

Namjoon on the other hand has too many thoughts going through his head. Thoughts about how he can blur lines in your relationship in ways you would feel comfortable with but would definitely feel more romantic than friendly. Ever since he had kept you warm at the supermarket, your scent had lingered in his mind and he was constantly looking for reasonable reasons to touch you, but they rarely seemed to appear organically.

"Let's not think too hard on it tonight Hyung. I feel like I haven't had you to myself all day." Jungkook whines a little.

"Okay, love. Do you want to talk about something? Or do you just want me to hold you?"

"How about we dance?" The younger man asks.

As he takes Namjoon to walk towards the speaker, Jimin runs in front of them closely tailed by Taehyung.

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It isn't long until the others summon you and Jin to join them and the eight of you dance until the fire is almost dead and the sun is appearing over the horizon, leaving the following day a complete write-off.

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[whoficky]

A Bit of Everywhere - Chapter 3

Sequel to Neither Here Nor There. Definitely read that before reading this!

Rating: T

Pairing: 10th Doctor X Rose Tyler

Work Summary: Rose and the Doctor are eager to get back to their old life of travel and adventure, but it's not as simple as running off into the stars. They now have two different universes to call home, their relationship to figure out, and a lot of recovering to do.

Chapter Summary: The Doctor meets Tony Tyler.

Chapter 3

Rose woke to the feeling of someone running their hand through her hair.  She smiled and turned her face towards where she sensed the Doctor sat on the bed next to her.

“Morning,” she said softly.

“Not quite,” the Doctor chuckled, “It’s just about late-afternoon.”

Rose blinked her eyes open and stared up at him grumpily, “Then why’d you wake me up?”

The Doctor smiled down at her, “There’s a little boy downstairs who would very much like to see you.”

“Tony!” Rose grinned, fully awake in an instant, and trying to batt away the blankets she’d somehow become tangled up in.  She gritted her teeth against the pain that shot through her abdomen as she struggled to raise herself to a seated position.  The Doctor tried to help, of course, but she held him back with a look.  She’d never get better if he did everything for her.  As it was, her muscles were protesting profusely at the simple act of sitting up and getting herself turned around to dangle her legs over the side of the bed.  But there wasn’t any time to think about that.  In true Tony fashion, her little brother was making quite the commotion in the hallway.  She couldn’t wait to see him.  Although…

“Did Mum explain things to him?” she asked the Doctor nervously.  “I don’t want him to think…maybe we should wait…he’s so little and he may not understand -”

“I am NOT little!” a defiant voice came from the doorway, “You missed my birthday.  I’m five-years-old now.”

Rose felt her whole face lift with happiness, all worries about scarring her brother for life out the window.  “Oh, c’mere you!” she giggled, reaching her arms out to receive a hug from the grass stained kid who had indeed grown up a lot since the last time she saw him.

Tony’s defiant pout morphed into a grin of delight.  He raced towards Rose and leapt onto her bed.  She held in the wince the jarring movement caused and braced for his embrace, but Tony stopped just short of returning the hug she offered.

“Mum says you’re breakable now.  She said you’re like that model plane Dad gave me that I broke when I spun the propeller too hard,” he looked her over with some reservation.

“Oh nonsense!” Rose started, but feeling the Doctor stiffen beside her, she amended, “I’m not breakable, it’s just…remember that time you broke your arm?”

Tony nodded sagely, “Oh yeah, that hurt a ton.  But I won the bet!  Becca said that I couldn’t get to the top of the statue, but I did!  Do you have a broken arm?” 

Rose laughed, “Something like that.  Remember how it hurt to use your arm for a while, and at first it even hurt if you moved around too much.”

“Oh yeah,” Tony wrinkled up his nose, “The ambulance ride was too bumpy.”

“Exactly!” Rose said, “I’m not breakable, it just hurts if I move too much.”

“But they gave me medicine that made my arm feel better!  We should call Uncle Mickey!  He knew the doctor who gave me the goofy juice.  Then you’ll feel better!  Oh!  And then Dad can take a video of you being all silly like he did me!” Tony was so proud of himself that Rose had a hard time contradicting him.

“That’s good thinking, but I know someone who has even better medicine than you got for your arm.  It doesn’t make me silly though, just sleepy.”

Tony looked slightly put out that his brilliant idea wouldn’t solve everything.

“C’mere you!  Give me a hug already!”  

Tony eagerly complied, wrapping is small arms round Rose’s neck and squeezing just a little too hard.  Before the Doctor got overprotective about it, Rose tickled Tony’s ribs and he leapt away giggling madly.  The sound of his laughter was absolute bliss to Rose’s ears.

“Oh, I missed you, you little monkey!” Rose said, throwing an arm over the little boy’s shoulders.  

He snuggled into her side and looked up at her with wide eyes, “I missed you too, Rose.  Loads!  It was even worse than when you were at school because we couldn’t even talk with the tablet.  Mum and Dad were so sad all the time.  I think everyone thought you weren’t ever coming back.”

“Probably,” Rose agreed, “Did Mum tell you why I was away for so long?” she wanted to know what the Doctor had told her mum and how much of that Tony knew.  

“Mum said that some bad guys took you and you were in space the whole time!” Tony said excitedly, “Were you really in space?  Like the stories you tell me about the Doctor?”

Rose smiled and reached her unclaimed hand to lace her fingers with said Doctor who had been remarkably quiet the past couple minutes.  “Oh yes,” she said and watched her little brother’s eyes light up, “I was in space.  On a giant space station!”

“Wow!” he said in awe.    

“But it wasn’t really like the stories about traveling with the Doctor.  I was stuck in one little room the whole time.”

Tony looked disgusted, “But that sounds boring!”

“It was!” Rose agreed to the half truth.  The kid only needed to know so much, after all.  “But I had someone special there to keep me company.”

Tony looked up at her questioningly and finally seemed to notice the Doctor.  His eyes went round as saucers as he recognized the hero from every bedtime story Rose had ever told him.  Rose’s eyes got a little misty as she thought back on the many times she’d dreamed of the two of them meeting.

“You’re…You’re the Doctor!” Tony said delightedly, wriggling out from under Rose’s arm to get a better view of the man kneeling behind her on the bed.   

“Indeed!” the Doctor grinned, crawling out of bed to stand next to them, “And you, you’re Tony Tyler!”

“Uh-huh!” Tony said, “Are you really an alien?  Do you fly through space?  Where’s your blue box? Are you going to take Rose away again?  Can I go with you too?  Oh!  I want to see the farting aliens!  Those are my favorite!”

Rose and the Doctor both laughed at Tony’s exuberance.  Not one to be starstruck, this kid who grew up having playdates with the President’s grandkids and making appearances at fancy galas.

“That’s an awful lot of questions, Tony Tyler!” the Doctor replied, “Let’s see:  Yep, I’m really an alien, although to me, you are the alien.  Yep, I do fly through space.  And time as well.  That’s your sister’s favorite part,” the Doctor winked at Rose as they both remembered what convinced her to drop everything and run off with him.  “What else?  My blue box is parked round front.  You probably didn’t see it because I landed in the middle of all those tangly bushes, but we can go take a look later.  Rose can come with me if she wants when I leave, but I promise, we’ll always come back to visit.  Maybe you can come along too…” Rose cleared her throat meaningfully and he added, “When you’re older and Jackie and Pete say it’s ok.”

“Awwww,” Tony whinged.  “But I want to see the farting aliens!”

“How about this,” the Doctor said, “When you’re old enough to come along with us, our first stop will be to find some farting aliens.  Some nice ones.  Some very nice and safe ones.  Sound good?”

Tony thought about it for a minute, “Yeah, ok.  But I’m almost old enough, I think.”

“Molto bene!” the Doctor cheered, “I’ll make sure those farting aliens are ready for you.”

“Awesome!” Tony crowed, “Oh man, Becca will be sooooo jealous!”

“Who’s this Becca then?” the Doctor asked.

“Oh, that’s his frenemy,” Rose laughed, then added at the Doctor’s clueless look, “Frenemy, like a friend and an enemy.”

“Oh, I see,” the Doctor nodded.

“They’re going to get maaaweeed someday.  Isn’t that right Tony-boo,” Rose teased.

“Eeeewwwee!” Tony shrieked, “Never never never!  Do you know how many cooties she has?!”

Rose laughed, but the Doctor cocked his head, looking concerned, “Oh dear.  Cootie infestations are a serious matter.”

Brilliant.  He was going to give Tony nightmares hunting after some nonexistent cootie monster.  Rose gave him a warning look, which he, of course, ignored.

“Oh yes,” he said to Tony’s wide-eyed look, “Very serious.  And very contagious!  I should have a look around that school of yours.  Maybe it’s something in the water…Oh!  Oh there!” he pointed dramatically to Tony’s right shoulder.

“What!?!” the little boy squealed, almost falling off the bed to try and see what the Doctor was pointing at.

“A cootie!” the Doctor cried, “There…just there!”

“Nooooo!” Tony howled as he swatted violently at the air around his head and shoulders.  

“Oh yes!” the Doctor said, stepping over to where Tony was teetering dangerously on the edge of the bed, “Here, just hold still…hold perfectly still and I’ll…Gotcha!” the doctor crowed.

“What?! Lemme see!  Lemme see!” Tony said excitedly.

“Are you sure?  Are you absolutely sure you want to see the fearsome creature that is the cootie?” the Doctor asked seriously, keeping his hands cupped as if he had caught something.

“Yes!” Tony bounced excitedly, and this time Rose couldn’t hold back the grimace as the mattress shook.  Luckily the boys were quite distracted.

“Alright, are you ready?” the Doctor egged Tony on.

“Yes!” Tony cried. “Yes yes yes!”

“Cootie!” the Doctor cried, opening his hands to show absolutely nothing.  “Oh no!  It escaped!  But wait, I see it!  It’s right here!” the Doctor reached out to tickle Tony’s arm.  “No it’s here!” now he was tickling Tony’s ribs, “Or is it here?” The doctor asked while waggling his fingers menacingly at Tony’s chin.

Tony shrieked with laughter and ran out of the room, yelling about cooties at the top of his lungs.  The Doctor looked at Rose with the happiest, most smug smile on his face.  She couldn’t help but laugh.  “Oh you wound him right up.  I’ll just let you answer to Mum when she comes up here hunting after ya for it.”

At the Doctor’s startled look, she just laughed harder.  She laughed until, exhausted, she had to lean over against the headboard.

“Oh, that felt good,” she sighed happily, “and didn’t even hurt that much.  I’m knackered though.  A couple minutes with Tony will do that to ya on a good day.  Was he too much?”

“Tony?  Naw, he’s brilliant!  But of course he would be,” the Doctor grinned down at her, “Just as you described him.”

Said brilliant little hellion could he heard screaming all the way up and down the hall until he barged back into her room.  

“They’re gone!” He said triumphantly, “I’m faster than the cooties!”

“You are,” Rose agreed with him, “Mr. Speedypants.”

Tony beamed at her.

“TONY ALAN TYLER WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CAUSING A RUCAS!  YOUR SISTER IS RECOVERING!” Rose could hear Jackie bellow as she huffed up the stairs after her son.

“It’s fine Mum,” she called back.

When her mum thundered into the room it was all Rose could do to keep a straight face.  She knew very well how much her mum hated when Rose “undermined her parental authority” by laughing when Tony was naughty.  

“You!” Jackie thundered at Tony who, for his part, looked mostly unrepentant, “What was all that hollering about?”

“Cooties,” Tony said seriously.  “There was an infestation.”

Jackie turned to the Doctor, “And where did Tony get that idea?”

The Doctor winced, “I maaay have mentioned a little something about it.”

“Yeah, the Doctor is magic and he can see cooties!” Tony explained, his excitement evident as he bounced from foot to foot.

Rose wasn’t up for witnessing a three way row and the Doctor seemed to noice.

“Tony!” He exclaimed, “Rose told me you have an excellent rock collection.  Can I see it?”

“Yeah!” The boy gave a few happy hops.  He grabbed the Doctors hand and started dragging him out of the room, jabbering the whole time, “I have red ones and sparkly black ones and, oh!  I have a trilobite fossil!  I have some from a volcano in Iceland and one that tastes like salt…”

Just before he left the room, the Doctor paused to look back at her.  She grinned and mouthed a thank you and then he was being dragged down he hall to Tony’s room.

“I don’t know what on earth I’m going to do with those two,” Jackie sighed hands on hips as she watched them go.

Rose settled back in bed and sighed, “I think it’s sweet.  I always thought they’d get on well.”

“I suppose,” Jackie conceded, a smile overtaking the scowl on her face as she looked in the direction of Tony’s nonstop jabbering echoing down the hall.  She turned back to Rose, “I just worry you’re not up for it, sweetheart.”

“M’ alright mum,” Rose yawned, “M’ not made of glass.”

Jackie walked over and sat on the side of the bed, facing Rose.  “You’re not alright sweetheart,” she said, taking Rose’s hand. “Not yet.”

“Mum don’t…” she trailed off, not wanting to go there.  She looked up at the ceiling, willing away the tears that always felt so near the surface lately.  

“The Doctor told me what happened to you, to the both of you,” Jackie said softly.

Rose refused to meet her mum’s eyes.  “Yeah, I thought he might.”  She hated Jackie knowing, hated anyone knowing what had happened to her, how helpless she’d been and how low she’d been driven.  

“What’d he say?” She asked, hoping that he’d not been too thorough in his recounting.

“Not everything, I reckon,” Jackie said shrewdly, “But he said why they hurt you, that you were there for a long time, and that it was very bad for you.”  After a moment she added, “He didn’t give details.”

Rose nodded and swallowed thickly.  “Right,” she said, “That’s good.”  Rose found she was immensely grateful that the Doctor had taken on the task of explaining everything to her mum.  She couldn’t have done it, couldn’t have rehashed it.  She didn’t want any part of it now that it was over.  

Her mum opened her mouth and Rose dreaded what she’d say.  If she said she was sorry or that everything would be alright, Rose didn’t think she could stand it.

“Pete’s on his way home.”

Rose let out a relieved breath and finally met her mum’s eyes, “Oh, good!”

“He’s all caught up on what happened, so don’t worry about any of that.  He’s just over the moon to have you back, sweetheart.  He’s missed you so much.  We all did.  If it’s ok with you, I thought I’d call Mickey too?”

“Yeah, ok,” Rose said, even though she wasn’t sure she was up for seeing him just yet.  Though she loved Micks dearly, the thought of having yet another person fussing over her made her anxious.  It was all rapidly becoming overwhelming.  She hadn’t given much thought to all this visit entailed.  She had the Doctor and the TARDIS and all of time and space in her home universe, but if she wanted to also have a home here, there were things she’d have to do.  There were so many people to notify, friends to call, and probably a few meetings with the family’s PR people before she’d have to do some kind of media interview.  It turned her stomach to think about it.   

Jackie seemed to sense the reservation in her voice and set her hand on top of Rose’s.  “I’ll invite him round tomorrow for tea,” Jackie said.  “And then we’ll just keep things to the family for a while, let you rest up a bit.  I’ll give the staff a paid vacation - don’t think they’ll complain,” her mum smiled and patted her hand, “We won’t do anything else until you’re ready for it, alright?”

“Thanks,” Rose breathed, relieved she could put all that off for a while yet. 

 “You ok if I step out for a mo to call Mickey?” Jackie asked.

“Course,” Rose said, “No promises I’ll stay awake though.”         

“Go right ahead back to sleep, love.  I’ll tell Tony to let you rest.  Though there’s small chance he’ll listen,” Jackie rolled her eyes.

“Oh I dunno, I reckon the Doctor’ll keep him occupied for a while.  Wake me up when Pete’s home, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jackie said, getting up to move toward the door, “Get some rest, sweetheart.”

Rose nodded and eased herself lower in the bed.  She turned her face into the pillow the Doctor had been sitting against and drifted off with a smile, comforted by his scent and the happy sound of Tony and him chattering down the hall. 

[grazelandfarm]

Greetings!~

Welcome to our homestead! A page where I plan on documenting and sharing my partner and I's journey in homesteading, farming and living as simple as possible.

Let me introduce myself- My name is Batt and my partner, well- we'll call him Mr.Wallaby. We are 28 (me) and 23 (Mr. Wallaby). We have been friends for 12 years, long distance before fate smashed us together in October of 2022.

In December of 2022, Mr. Wallaby moved from Missouri to Ohio to live with me. It has been a wild and chaos ever since! Ohio is where I was born and raised and has been the only place I have ever known. But in February, Mr. Wallaby took me back to Missouri to meet his family in person for the first time! ( in 12 years!!!)

While the 10 hour drive was daunting, once we arrived on his mom's farm- a 40 acre wildlife wonderland- I had fallen in love! During the time we spent there I had so much fun. Helping his mom with the animals, exploring the wooded areas around the property and even being able to harvest many things off the land such as Juniper, Juniper Berries, Rosehips and more.

I have always loved it idea of living off the land I call home, and I never thought that possible until we visited Missouri. And while on our trip, Mr. Wallaby's mom told us that if we wanted it, she would let us have a whole 10 acres of her land to live on and start our own little homestead!

We were so ecstatic and couldn't wait to start planning the move! We were in the process of packing and getting things ready to move in Feburary of 2024, when sadly on September 29th, 2023 we lost our house, belongings and our 5 beautiful fur babies to a devestating house fire.

This is where we come today! Having nothing to our name here in Ohio, we packed up what little belongings we had and moved to Missouri earlier than planned. I wanted to have somewhere to share our adventures with our friends and family. As well as have a space to share educational information on the plants native to our area of Missouri and how to use them!

So welcome! I hope you're as excited as we are to start this life changing journey!

-Batt & Mr. Wallaby

[cherieye]

"My trauma, what happened to me, does not make me a miracle...

How I choose to live my life, despite it, does."

Yesterday, I went with my mother to her social gathering with a few of her friends, since she wanted company sense, my father couldn't be there. I honestly, didn't feel good about it, but I decided to go, because one of friends was exited to see me and my mom kept telling me "I think you could understand her more than anyone because she suffers with the depression like you."

My mother chuckled and said "kids? You are the closest thing to a kid here."

Right when I tried to help her carrying food into the house, I noticed there were clothes in one of the boxes. Her friend took care of kids once or twice a week, and my brain assumed "Oh, are these for the kids?"

Even though that was a joke, it caused me to feel very inferior. I responded very hesitantly, but I don't believe she heard me "I'm 32, mom ...I'm not a kid."

I tried to just let it go, but it kind of bothered me through out the night.

My parents and her friends are LDS, Mormon...so off the batt, I feel like I need to put up a front to feel accepted by them. I allowed the woman that wanted to see me, to know I was not LDS and told her the basis of why I'm not, she seemed understanding...but I honestly can't go in the depth of why I truly left.

She told me "oh, you know what anxiety is, and depression, and dissociation? It's nice that I don't have to explain to someone" In a way, this made me feel sad, this elderly woman, in her 70s feels she has no one that can understand her experiences and calls everyone else simply " normal. " That just sounds so lonely and heartbreaking...but again, I have been the therapist friend for years, and I'm just so hesitant to have to become another one, especially with someone I just am not sure will see eye to eye with me because of their LDS beliefs.

After dinner, my mother got on the topic of my birth, Which she often does when she introduces me. I had open heart surgery and they lost me for a few min, but survived and every time this story is shared, everyone responds with "YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE, MIRRICAL, WE ARE SO HAPPY YOU ARE STILL HERE WITH ALL YOUR GLORY!!

I have heard these responses over and over and over growing up, as if I was put on a pedestal for a traumatic event I don't even remember, that I had no control over. Being called a miracle for survival....I'm sorry, but I could not put into words why this never sat right with me, but now I understand. My trauma, what happened to me, does not make me a miracle...how I choose to live me life, despite it, does!

Being called a miracle for someone else's graduation that I stayed alive, that I am still here breathing, despite how much I begged death take me...being called a miracle for that, feels absolutely undignifying, especially for something I had no real control over or say in.

If I am going to be called a miracle, tell me I'm miracle for how I choose to hold myself in this world, call me a miracle for choosing what I learned, how I chose to fight for myself despite how much I have not wanted to be here. What I chose to create despite what happened to me and how I used it in my life. These things, are things I have agency over, these are the things that show me who I really am. What happened to me is not what defines my worth and my value, how I respond, but most importantly just for being of existence is what makes me valuable, I shouldn't be praised or loved just for the sake that have been through enormous amount of trauma in my life. I didn't deserve any of that.

[holylulusworld]

Catfished

Summary: Ransom and you are no friends.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, getting catfished, sad reader, there is a tiny hint of fluff

“Hugh,” you quip, barely glancing at the arrogant trust-fund prick. “What brings you here?” you smirk now, eyes dropping to the cookies in his hands. “Ah, yeah. I forgot you must come here to pretend you care about Harlan to press more money out of the old man.”

“Who asked you?” Ransom retorts. “How about you eat shit and stop annoying other people.” You chuckle as you pissed Hugh Ransom Drysdale off again. He usually isn’t the kind of guy losing his cool in public.

“Ever the charmer,” he steps closer to angrily stare down at you. “No wonder there is no Mrs. Hugh Drysdale on your arm yet. How old are you again?”

“Why marry one girl if I can have them all?” you retch, disgusted by Ransom’s attitude. He’s the best example of the kind of man you try to avoid at all costs. Ransom Drysdale only cares about himself, nothing else.

“I guess you will help them find a better man after their encounter with you,” his brows knit together as if he tries to find a witty remark, but you don’t give him the chance to talk back.

You simply walk away, swaying your hips on purpose. “Bitch. I hope you eat shit tonight,” he calls after you. “I hate her so much. Someone should teach her a lesson one day. Maybe I’ll be that one…”

“No,” you swipe left. “Gross,” you scrunch up your nose. “He looks for fun with no strings attached. Like hell,” swiping left again you groan deeply. “Why did you suggest that I try online dating again?”

“You need to get laid and have fun for once,” your friend snatches your phone out of your hands to check on the men Tinder matched with you. “That one is kinda cute.” She points out.

“Babe, that guy is like fifty and wants a sugar babe,” rolling your eyes at your friend you sigh deeply. “I’m looking for something serious. I want a man spending his life with me, not to fuck me senseless.”

��Can we not start with a hot guy fucking you senseless and get to the point where you find your Prince Charming?” she batts her eyelashes, hoping you will give in. “Come on. Be brave and choose one of the guys.”

“Fine, give me my phone back,” looking at the next guy you huff. “He doesn’t look too bad. Nice hair and eyes.” You wonder if the man could be the one or just another guy you want to forget about. “I could swipe right. What do you think?”

“Just do it, Y/N. You don’t have to go out with him tonight. Talk to him and find out if you match,” Laura shrugs. “Give it a try.”

You gave it a try. Three months later you chat with the guy, giggling as he sent you a silly picture of his dog and a not funny limerick.

“Fuck, I like him,” you feel your heart flutter as Jackson wishes you a good night. “Maybe I should ask him out. What do you think?”

“Babe, I told you to get laid, not have an online relationship with that guy,” Laura is annoyed that you still can’t attend double dates. She wanted you to find a boyfriend, not an online friend. “I can’t believe you never met in person so far.”

“He’s a bit shy,” you don’t tell Laura that you are afraid to meet up with Jackson. What if reality can’t keep up with your fantasy? You got a clear picture of Jackson and don’t want to ruin it. “And I’m not sure if we wans to meet up yet, Laura.”

“Christ, just get it over with. What’s a relationship without being able to meet in person? Just ask him for a meeting. You could invite him for dinner or go for a coffee. If he likes you, he’ll agree.”

“You’re right,” you sigh deeply. “I know you are. It’s just…I don’t want to lose him. This sounds crazy, I know, but I think I really like that guy.”

“Whoa…”

“He’s the first guy to understand me completely. What if I mess things up and say the wrong thing when we meet? Or even worse. He could hate me as I’m not the woman he believes I am.”

“Y/N, stop acting like a fool,” Laura snatches your phone out of your hands. “If you are not brave enough,” she sends Jackson a message, smirking as you fight for your phone. “And done.”

“Shit, you can do this, Y/N,” you nervously tug at the dress you decided to wear for your first date with Jackson. He took his time before he agreed to meet up with you. After Laura send the message he didn’t contact you for the better of a week. “That’s the nicest guy you met for what feels like ages. Go in there and get him.”

You take a deep breath, straighten your back, and promise yourself to not be too disappointed if Jackson doesn’t show tonight. He’s a guy you met online after all.

“I reserved a table for Y/L/N,” you say. “Did my guest already arrive?”

“Yes. I’ll show you the table, miss,” nervously licking your lips you stare at the waitress, feeling your heart hammer in your chest. You’ve never been this nervous before and don’t want her to know you’d like to just run for the hills. “Please follow me.”

“Thank you,” you hastily say. “This is a blind date and I’m a bit nervous.”

“He’s hot,” she says while guiding you toward your table. “That guy is a keeper if you ask me. Seems to be wealthy too.”

“Oh—that’s not…,” your heart drops when the waitress stops in front of your table and a familiar pair of blue eyes and a cocky smirk greet you. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What did you do to Jackson, Hugh?”

“Aw, sweet pea,” feeling your chest tightening you realize Jackson never existed. “Did you honestly believe a guy like Jackson exists? No guy is so…let’s call it sensitive.”

You should’ve known better than to look for love online. Sadly, you didn’t listen to your brain pointing at all the red flags. Now you stand here, looking into the face of your nemesis. You have to admit, he wins this round…

“How could you do this to me?” Ransom frowns as your lips start to quiver. “Ha-ha, very funny. You made it. Hugh Drysdale tricked me into believing there are still nice guys out there. Congratulations, you win.”

“Y/N, I only wanted to show you that guys like me are the only ones out there,” he gets up from his chair to stop you from leaving the restaurant. “Fuck, you are crying.”

“Yeah, of course. I-I liked Jackson and believed he likes me too. All the things I told him only to find out you catfished me for fun. How can you be so cruel? We had a friendly banter once in a while, that’s all. I never harmed you, Hugh. But you…you just broke my heart…”

You turn around and start running. Your vision is blurry, and you can barely see where you are going as Ransom chases after you. “Y/N, wait…” he grasps your arm, keeping you from running away from him. “This isn’t half as funny as I thought. I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“Eat shit, Drysdale,” you sniffle. “I thought there is finally a nice guy liking the things I like. You don’t even have a dog. Everything you told me was lies…”

“How about I invite you for dinner,” he softly says while cupping the back of your neck to force you to look up at him. “I must admit that I stalked your Tinder profile for fun. Later I wanted to teach you a lesson but—” he trails off. “I never wanted to hurt you or make you fall in love with me.”

“I’m not in love with you, asshole,” Ransom smirks darkly as he leans closer to kiss the tears off of your cheek. “How could I ever love a selfish prick like you.”

“I don’t have a dog, that’s true. And I used a fake name,” he explains, lips moving over your cheek down to your lips. “Everything I told you about my childhood, my parents, and my loneliness was true. I told you things I never told anyone else.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ransom presses his lips to yours, putting all his feelings into this one kiss. “Get off me, Hugh.”

“I know you hate me for lying,” he pecks your lips. “But if you give me the chance to make things up to you, I’ll show you that Jackson is deep inside of me…”

“That sounded wrong on so many levels,” you loop his tie around your hand, tugging at it. “I want you to pay for dinner when I tell you so.”

“Does that mean you’ll forgive me?” chuckling at his puppy dog eyes you smirk.  “What?” Ransom frowns as you push him off you.

“Oh, didn’t you get the concept of Tinder? For now, I’ll swipe left…”

>> Part 2

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[yandere-plague]

This is a semi-au that I randomly thought up, should I make a part 2?

[Yandere Handsome Jack]

(Story)

Hyperion Stooge

Tw // mentions of kidnapping , betrayal , blackmail , implied Lilith relationship

"Hey kiddos, I'm offering a bounty of a million dollars for whoever brings me my good friend (y/n). I've had some reports that she's hiding somewhere near Sanctuary. Oh, and before I leave, if there is even a single scratch on her I'll kill each and every single one of you! chao."

His voice rung across Pandora, the many a radio's and other miscellaneous methods of communication leads everyone to hear his fucking voice.

Handsome Jack, ever since I met him he's been looking for me. I fled to Pandora short after he had his run-in with the Firehawk on Elpis.

We all know Jack though, he doesn't take no for an answer, and will kill anyone who disagrees.

I know nobody will turn me in inside sanctuary, but I can't help but feel somewhat blamefull for everything Jack has done here.

He's killed, manipulated thousands of people.

For one thing only, me.

Its like a game to him, every second he gets a centimetre closer to me.

"Dont worry (y/n). none of us will turn you in, I promise." Lilith the Firehawk stood beside me, the new leader of the Crimson Raiders.

I have no idea how she manages to stay composed, even after the death of Roland.

"Why does Jack want you though, you've never left sanctuary from what I've seen..."

I tensed up, if she knew the fact that all of this is going on just because Jack wants me. She would kill me.

"Well, I guess he's going to try and use you to get to me. If Jack tries to ECHO you, tell me immediately." She got up, stretched and walked off.

She doesn't suspect anything, it feels wierd saying that even though I'm on her side...

-----------------------------------

Jack has a hunch on this planet, called Pandora.

Its funny, you look at one word of any description of the planet and you will already be distained of wanting to visit.

So why has it interested Jack? He's just a low level programmer, non of the higher ups would batt an eye of his ludicrous idea.

But of course he was right about that hunch, otherwise non of us would be here... - and that's when I shortly met him.

I was even lower then him, working in IT support. Which is contradicting for me to call Jack low.

But of course that doesn't matter at all now, he's the big shot CEO of Hyperion, and I'm just a rando in Sanctuary I guess...

I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't have left him there.

Probably being forced to be his "pet".

Though I guess we are both somewhat working towards the same goal.

Jack wants to look for the Vault still, but he refuses until he has me.

I don't know whats in a Vault, but I sure as hell know I'll be using it against jack.

-----

I walked into HQ, going up the stairs past Tannis's lab.

Lilith, Brick and Mordicai stood round the Table in the middle of the room. The hologram in the center displaying a map of Pandora.

"Hey guys." I waved, seeing what they were looking at. They had mapped out the locations that the Vault Hunters have been, trying to guess where the Warrior could be buried.

Nothing really interesting was being said so I said my goodbyes and headed out to Moxxi's.

My ECHO device rang, Paranoia hitting me like a hyperion train.

With a sharp breath I answered the call.

And then I wish I didn't.

"Nice ECHO encryption (y/n)! Certainly a tough one, hmm. I wonder where you got the coding skills from..." it's Jack.

"Enough about that, so... How's Pandora? Or should I say... Sanctuary?"

That bitch.

"Go to hell John." Short but sweet.

"Its... Jack, sweetie." Great, nicknames.

I'm not too worried, he can't destroy Sanctuary now that it's in the air.

"Yeah, like I care." Hes still being an asshole, but a calm asshole, that's unlike him.

"Soo, I assume you've seen those bounties I put on you? Its probably scary right? I mean, I wouldn't know I'm not running for my life right now. I'm in my office, like you could, and still can, have been. Ruling the entire Galaxy one planet at a time."

"I don't care what you threatening me with, I am not going with you Jack! The Crimson Raiders are practically family to me!"

"Oh really? How about I tell everyone about you? The Crimson Raiders won't want to work with an Hyperion worker will they?"

"Are you seriously trying to blackmail me right now?! Go on then, tell them. They won't care!"

"And for the record, I'm not even working for you. Haven't been for years."

"...Your wish is my command (y/n)."

He hung up, I laughed myself to the ground. This just did not happen.

"It appears as that some ex-hyperion troops has been hiding in sewers, and they have a insatiable lust for Pizza. Go get some from Moxxi's and head to the location I sent you."

Why did I have to remember this.

I had overheard it as I was taking a jog around Sanctuary.

Listening to other people's conversations was a nasty habit I got from Hyperion, after all secrets and blackmail are your only way to get up to the top without physically hurting anyone.

Tannis had sent a Vault Hunter to kill the Hyperion personnel, claiming that not even they can be 'redeemed'.

I had brushed it off though, I wasn't apart of them during Jacks reign. So, maybe there is a chance they will spare me.

I hope to god...

----

I headed to HQ, feeling sick to my stomach-

"Sup (y/n), you feeling okay?" Lilith said as she rested on a table, her faces smile turning concerned.

"I- you trust me, dont you Lilith?"

She was taken aback by that, that was out of character even for you.

"Of course we- I do. Why? What has Jack said to you?" She walked towards me.

"I dont have time to explain, he's going to tell everyone! Just... Promise me, this won't change anything between us right? I'm not-"

"Bandits of Sanctuary!" His voice stung, like it was poison to even speak those words.

So... you might be wondering why I'm after (y/n). Well, ya see. We worked together during the first vault opening, and during the second vault... she left me. Shes still Hyperion, no matter what she says."

"I'll leave you to talk things out. Oh and one thing! (Y/n)? You can come back any time baby. I'm waiting with open arms!"

I suddenly realised everyone was in HQ, I couldn't stop shaking.

"... its true, I did work for Hyperion. But I promise I left soon after Lilith did the thing in the vault. He's insane." I never thought i would have to reveal this to anyone.

"Are you going to kill me?" The overwhelming sense of dread filled me.

"Why... why would you say such a thing?! You arn't working for Hyperion now, so why should we care?" She answered for everyone, except Tannis, probably.

"But- But Tannis-" this doesn't make any sense.

"I know Tannis asked the Vault Hunters to kill some Hyperion workers but, I just- couldn't do it to you. Okay?" Before I could even process what was going on she hugged me.

"Though this does give me an idea, and you're not going to like it..."

I gulped, what's it going to be?

-

Should I do a part 2?

[duckapus]

Candace 10

Look, at this point you shouldn’t be surprised. I love making Candace do cool shit, I love crossovers, I love AUs, and nobody can stop me.

Summer vacation is here again, though it’s off to a slower start than last year since the Flynn-Fletchers are on a camping trip the first couple days. Then Candace goes on a walk before dinner, nearly gets hit by a meteorite that turns out to actually be a metal ball, unwillingly gets a new watch, and suddenly this summer gets a lot more interesting for all the wrong reasons.

Starting Playlist

Mudslide- A Lenopan. Candace doesn’t know how to shapeshift properly at first, so she starts out just using the fact that she’s a massive mud monster and throws her weight around.

Big Chill- Using the original design instead of Omniverse, obviously, though she also wears a red and white vest since I like the “clothes turn into some kind of uniform” thing that OG and Omniverse do.

Nodestool- some kind of weird mushroom with legs that can control plants and has no discernible facial features but can still see and talk. It also smells like popcorn for some reason.

XLR8- Candace’s favorite alien hands-down.

Prick- Argit’s species. Name taken from Ink Tank’s version because the original name I came up with was dumb.

Ball Weevil- I just really like them ok?

Brick Brawl- a massive humanoid made of stone, with an appearance partially inspired by the Iron Golems from Minecraft, because all starting playlists need The Punchy One.

Overflow- The best reboot alien in my opinion. They’re all good but Overflow’s the best.

Proxi- The same kind of AI that Pixi and Otto are. No I don’t care that they’re robots and not an actual species this is my AU and I do what I want.

Outa’ Sprite- One of the elves from Hilda. Candace doesn’t know about the paperwork stuff until later so she just thinks there’s nothing she can do about being invisible and selectively intangible, hence the name.

The whole family(well, whole immediate family) knows about her having the Omnitrix right from the start since they were there for it, and she tells the other kids, Stacy, Jeremy and Jenny about it as soon as she gets the chance since she knows from her love of superhero comics and from the boys’ run as The Beak that keeping this stuff secret from those close to you just causes problems in the long run.

The kids actually end up helping her with hero stuff because of course they do, with Phineas and Ferb using the Beak suit, Baljeet using Hulkjeet(since I need Mission Marvel to be canon for plot reasons), and Isabella and Buford discovering they’re 1/4 Osmosian and 1/2 Anodyte respectively. Also Animo ends up as Candace’s nemesis because of course he does, and actually manages to create a fully functional Omnitrix knockoff called the Terratrix that lets its wearer turn into different mutants he designs and uploads into it, giving it to his summer intern/assistant Wendy “Snail” Vires, aka that one girl Candace had a food fight with in Unfair Science Fair, because I wanted Candace to have a rival but Kevin’s spot is being taken up by Isabella.

Perry, in the meantime, has his time split between helping Heinz be a good guy, helping the kids without them finding out about him, and fighting evil without the consistency of a nemesis, so his summer’s pretty packed.

Things of course get thrown for a loop when Vilgax shows up, and there are a lot of reveals packed into a very short time frame.

The obvious stuff, like the Omnitrix’s name and who’s been sending all those drones.

Grandpa Reginald turns out to be a retired Plumber, he just never brought it up before now because after the NDAs ran out it just wasn’t that relevant to his current life. If he’d known about Candace having the watch earlier he absolutely would’ve mentioned it though.

Perry sees Candace getting absolutely thrashed by Vilgax and blows his cover to go utterly ballistic on him.

Except it turns out that Candace has known since Africa due to being part of the battle against Evil Carl’s robot army and just never mentioned it.

Ferb has also known since Ready for the Bettys since he didn’t build the lair and Phineas clearly didn’t build the lair and also never mentioned it.

Linda finds out about Phineas and Ferb’s inventing prowess and realizes Candace was right about all the things that happened last summer, and also finds out that the reason the boys and Lawrence never told her is because they hadn’t realized she didn’t know the full extent of it.

She also apparently didn’t know that Candace wasn’t the only one being a superhero this summer.

Candace and Perry lose to Vilgax and both get captured and the Omnitrix glitches out and gets set to shuffle when they manage to escape, while the ship ends up under attack by the adult Flynn-Fletchers in the Flying Car of the Future Today, the kids using their powers, and the Doofenshmirtz family and Stacy in the Doofenshmirtz #### Inc. Blimp, eventually leading to another one-on-one fight between Candace and Vilgax that she just barely wins due to both her unpredictable shuffling between aliens and unlocking a new form called Inkydink that looks and acts like it came out of a rubberhose cartoon, with all the slapstick invincibility and strength that implies.

And I do have a lot more for this AU but this seems like enough to start off with.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Steven Stone Fluff Alphabet

To go along with my NSFW Alphabet, I decided to do some fluff for my favourite rock nerd. Hope you enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

He loves being outside with you, going for hikes, walks and sea swims. Likes to learn with you too, wandering around museums and discovering new things about science, history and culture.

He probably won’t take you mining unless you’re really into it, it can be quite tedious and dangerous, but he loves when you help him polish stones, or help make them into decorations or jewellery.

He has a soft spot for lazy days where you two are draped across his couch watching trashy reality TV shows and fun, animated films

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Likes how kind and caring you are, not only to him, but to his Pokemon and almost everyone else.

He thinks you’re beautiful in every way, but he in particular thinks your eyes sparkle like the rarest, most precious gem he has ever seen.

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

Steven is a little oblivious, so you might have to tell him that you’re down, but as soon as he knows, it’s his mission to cheer you up! Lots of kisses and cuddles, your favourite meals delivered, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. If you’re sad due to an insecurity, he will wax poetic about how amazing that part of you is to him.

If you’re very stressed due to work or school, and you finally have time off, he’s going to whisk you away to a sun-drenched beach in Alola, the finest room in Hotel Richissime in Lumiouse, or his gorgeous villa by the Batte Zone in Sinnoh (provided he hasn’t given it to some ten-year-old yet lol) to help you unwind and enjoy yourself.

When he’s down, he needs reassurance, and lots of physical affection. He might also throw himself into his work/hobbies to an extreme degree, skipping meals and sleeping little, so you’ll have to ensure he gets fed and a good few hours of sleep until he starts feeling better.

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

He would love a little family with you, a couple kids running around, maybe in Mossdeep, but he’s down with moving inland, or to your home region if you’re not from Hoenn, if you would prefer.

He definitely dreams about kissing you goodbye and ruffling his kiddos’ hair before he goes to work. Since his mother died when he was so young, he never really got to experience the classic nuclear family, so he longs to provide it to his own children.

He’d like to go back to college too, get his Masters and maybe PhD in Geology and work in that field. He really does not want to be involved with the Devon Corporation, so he hopes he can work with it as little as possible

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

I would say your relationship is equal for the most part, the only thing that tips the scales in Steven’s favour is his wealth and connections. He can get you things or into places that you, as a regular person, wouldn’t be able to at all otherwise.

He doesn’t hold this over your head, he finds people who do that rather gross, and he’s not your sugar daddy either. He does spoil you sometimes, but that’s just one way he expresses his fondness for you.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

Steven is a reasonable man, so I think once he’s calmed down and thought about it more, he’s ready to forgive you if you’re sorry, Now, this all depends on the nature of why you were in the wrong, if that’s the case. He will let small things slide, and is willing to compromise on bigger things, but if you do something like cheat on him, he will never forgive you.

When he is in the wrong though, he will own up to it, your relationship is more important than his pride.

He doesn’t go for cheap shots or low blows, and he only raises his voice if he is really pissed. If this is before you live together, and the fight occurs at his house, he will get you to leave, but makes sure you get home safe.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

So. Many. Rocks.

Seriously, your shelves will be filled with amethyst clusters and pretty pebbles. Some of this rocks will be jewels encrusted in some stellar accessories.

Beyond that, he’ll get you things he thinks you might need. Complaining about your coffee maker? He’s just gotten you a top of the line model with a prepaid subscription to receive new pods full of expensive Kalosian coffee every month for the next five years. Need a new bag? He’ll have one that costs double your rent shipped to you by the end of the day.

His gifts are expensive and high quality, but he does not buy you them for the sake of flaunting wealth. He just thinks you’d like them.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

Steven feels like nothing can bother him. His smile is wider and his eyes sparkle whenever he thinks of you. He compliments you all the time and gives you lots of tender kisses and touches, spoils you a bit too. He doesn’t really brag, he thinks your amazingness stands for itself.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

He just thought you were very pretty when you first met, very sweet and cute. Evidently he was correct :)

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

Steven rarely gets jealous. He’s not an arrogant guy in any way really, but he is confident in himself and in your relationship.

Things like money, power or status don’t threaten him, but appearance, particularity musculature, does. Steven’s quite the lean, slim guy, and sometimes he thinks he might not be strong or masculine enough for you, no matter how much you disagree. It honestly made him hurt a little when you jokingly called Leon, the Galar champion, a himbo.

When he is jealous, he gets a little stiff, he frowns, he holds onto you a little tighter if you’re around the person who makes him jealous. When he’s alone, he laments about it.

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

Steven is a suave, smooth kisser, each kiss makes you feel like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Your first kiss with him felt right, he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed you slowly in a manner that portrayed exactly how he felt about you.

He likes to kiss your cheek and forehead, and sometimes your knuckles if he’s holding your hand.

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

He loves how kind you are, loves how you treat his Pokémon like each one is the cutest ever, even if they are decidedly not cute. He likes how you look after him, making sure he sleeps and eats, showing up to his house randomly with treats or just to visit him. He really appreciates it.

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

Making you his spouse would make him so happy!

His proposal would be very intimate, a night time picnic, either stargazing, watching fireworks or a meteor shower. He’d turn to you, with a soft smile, and tell you exactly how much you mean to him, and how much he loves you. Then, he would take out a small velvet box and ask you to marry him. The ring would be jaw-droppingly ornate, with your favourite gem in the middle.

The wedding would be intimate too, very swanky, with geode centrepieces and formal attire. He’d ultimately like to hold it in somewhere like Reflection Cave, but he’s down to hold it in a castle or hotel otherwise, with nice gardens of course.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He calls you sweetheart, darling, love, my gem.

You call him Stevie, babe and dreamboat. Sometimes rock nerd or dork if he’s going on about geology.

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

He’s pretty open, once you two have been together for a good while. He trusts you enough to tell you his insecurities and darkest thoughts, like how he feels burdened by the weight of his responsibilities, how his strained relationship with his father affects him, or how he still has trauma regarding the loss of his mother.

Just make sure to give him a big hug after he tells you, ok?

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

Steven cannot cook to save his life. He never needed to learn, they had a personal chef at home when he was growing up, and when he was older he would go out for food or get it delivered all the time. This continues when you get together, he always insists on paying.

That being said, he’s definitely up to learn, especially if you teach him, or if you can’t cook either, he’d love to learn with you.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

Steven has a super gentle, super careful touch, which means he gives the most amazing scalp massages. You have no choice but to melt when his fingers are caressing your head.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Extremely romantic, more elegant than corny. He wants you to know how beautiful and amazing you are, and he wants to put in effort to prove that point.

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

You do usually, he likes to watch you snooze before he falls asleep. He likes to have you close to him, but he can sleep without you just fine, not waking up next to you is really more of a pain to him.

For bad habits? Steven has a tendency to lose track of time and go to bed very late. It can be frustrating when you need a good cuddle before bed, and when you have to deal with a barely-conscious, sometimes grouchy Steven in the morning.  

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

If Steven wants to go somewhere or do something, he does because he has the luxury to. So when it comes to new experiences, like visiting somewhere new, trying a new activity, and you both want to go there or try it, he will have it organised straight away.

He only really has a routine when league business is in full swing, and when he is no longer champion, anything goes. Though if you have a routine, he will work around it.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Steven, due to his wealth and connections, had a habit of dropping everything to go on trips or rock-hunting whenever he felt like, which was detrimental to many of his relationships, mainly because he wouldn’t notify people before he left.

You, however, have taught him the importance of taking other people’s feelings and opinions into account. You’re so attentive with him, and in turn, he learns how to do just that with all the important people in his life.

You’re both kind people, who care deeply about each other and Pokemon

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

At the beginning, the relationship is just a luxury for him, something he enjoys, but not something he needs in his life. But the longer you two are together, the more important you and your needs become to him.

You definitely become his point of focus, your happiness is his goal. He doesn’t stop engaging in his hobbies and interests, but he does do so in a manner that disrupts your relationship the least.

You are his rock, the love of his life, and he puts you before everything.

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Cried while drunk at his Bachelor Party because he just really wanted to be married to you already and he could not understand why he had to wait to do so.

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

Steven is quite affectionate at home, lots of soft kisses, hugs and long cuddles.

In public, his displays of affection are very elegant and appropriate. He wants you to know he loves you and finds you beautiful, even when in public. He likes to hold your hand, or rest his on your hip or the small of your back.

Will kiss your lips as a greeting or to say goodbye, but will mostly stick to occasionally kissing your cheek or forehead when you’re out.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

Steven really starts missing you when there’s no way you can be together, like when he’s abroad and/or working. Usually during these times, he texts frequently and calls you at least once a day, provided he’s not stuck in some cave. He likes to gaze fondly at pictures of you, planning how he’ll make it up to you when you reunite

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)-

Of course! He is/was a champion after all, so he has his pokemon team, plus some random beldum floating around. You treat his like your own, and vice versa, so it’s a very happy household.

[queenmuzz]

So, anyways, I saw something @liulyam had posted for Spardaverse a while back I DON'T KNOW HOW I MISSED THEIR WONDERFUL ART FORGIVE ME! Anyways, I saw specifically THIS piece of art, and it sent the brain juices into overdrive....

So, the same thing plays out everyday. Nero gets off the school bus and runs in, backpack flying, and tells his uncle excitedly about his day at school, before racing up the stairs to tell his dad the same thing, in the same adorably animated manner. Unfortunately, Vergil doesn’t respond the same way as Dante, sitting still, not even acknowledging that the boy is talking to him. Initially, Nero doesn’t mind, understanding his recently rescued father has been through a lot, and needs time and patience to recover. But as the months pass by, Dante notices that his nephew doesn’t run up the front steps as eagerly, his descriptions of school become shorter, paler. And most worryingly of all, Nero spends less and less time with Vergil, preferring to peek his head in the man’s room, sigh, and slowly make his way to his own room, closing the door sullenly.

“What’s going on Nero?” Dante takes the plunge and asks him one day, before the boy trudges up the stairs. “You haven’t been that rambunctious ball of energy lately.”

Nero kicks the worn hardwood floor. “It’s dad… I know you told me I need to be patient,” his face scrunches up at the word, it’s a thing he’s never been able to truly do. He’s definitely a Sparda boy. “But he just keeps ignoring me. He won’t talk, won’t even look at me. It’s like I don’t even exist! Maybe...maybe he doesn’t want me to exist-”

“Hey now!” Dante needs to nip this train of thought in the bud. He knows first hand where it can lead to. Had he not found Nero nearly nine years ago, while wandering the world, drinking up every bar’s entire inventory in a vain attempt to fill a void in his chest, who knows where he would have ended up? “Your dad...well, even without the stuff he’s been through, he was never much of a talker. Always preferred to have his actions speak for him.” “But that’s the thing, Uncle Dante!” Nero blurts out, close to tears. “He DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!!! He doesn’t care!” And with that, Nero bolts up the stairs, past Vergil’s room, not even checking up on him, and slams his bedroom door with such force, Eva’s portrait wobbles on the desk and tips over. Dante sighs, sets his mom back up, and slowly makes his way up the stairs. Not to Nero’s room; Dante knows better than to provoke that tiger cub when he’s in an ornery mood. It’s time to talk to his dad.

Vergil, or what’s left of him, is sitting in an oversized chair, the only one that fits his giant frame, facing the window, the only one in the place with a view. If he’s heard the ruckus (and Dante knows he has), he makes no indication that it affects him.

“Verg,” he calls out, “I know it's been rough, I know I piled on a lot of shit on you, the whole thing about having a kid and everything these past nine years. I’m not expecting you to just snap back to normal, and start insulting me like in the good old days, but…” Dante’s not good at this sort of thing. He’d rather Royal Guard his emotional turmoil. It used to be with alcohol, but now it’s with a cheery smile. “The kid needs a sign that you’re still there, you’re still fighting. I know you are, hell, you’re the one that helped me take down that bastard Mundus on Mallet Island. But that’s the thing, Nero’s only heard things that you’ve done, not seen them. You need to show him yourself, otherwise…” Vergil makes no motion, and even Dante, stubborn as he is, knows it’s fruitless to continue much more, “you’re gonna lose him too.” And then Dante heads back downstairs, to see if he can whip up a snack to bribe his nephew to come out of his lair. Strange, he swears he hears the rustle of fabric from Vergil’s room, as if his brother had just moved.

--

Nero sits at Dante’s desk, working on his math homework. It’s his least favourite thing, fractions. Uncle Dante is a whiz at them, and usually would be able to help him, but he’s gone out on an ‘Really quick, won’t be more than a half hour’ errand run. It’s been nearly two hours, and the only other adult here is his dad… so Nero is practically by himself.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Nero’s neck prick up, and he hears scrabbling at the front door. He’s still not allowed to go out with Uncle Dante or Auntie Lady on their hunts, but he knows what a demon feels like, especially when there are a lot of them. ESPECIALLY when they’re really powerful Instinctively, he grabs a chair, and wedges it underneath the door knob, and looks around in a panic. He’s never had to deal with a demon attack by himself before. He remembers his uncle has a case of weapons that he was told to NEVER touch beside the jukebox, but Nero figures that he can say sorry to his uncle later. He smashes the lock with a billiard ball, and yanks open the lid. He’s disappointed. He thought there would be a treasure trove of swords and guns, but all there are two swords, one red and one blue. But he doesn’t have much of a choice, and the whine of protesting wood ends with a thunderous CRASH, and demons pour through. “FIND THE HERETIC GOD SLAYER!” One says, before turning in Nero’s direction. Without much warning, it shrieks as it launches at him with razor sharp obsidian claws.

Nero might be little, but his uncle has trained him well. Whipping the two blades around, they connect the monster’s waist in a pincer move, and like a pair of scissors, bisect it in a shower of blood and ash. Nero swears he hears a voice (or is it two voices?) approvingly say, “Impressive!” but doesn’t have a chance to savour his very first demon kill as another demon comes at him, knocking him over. The reddish gold blade clatters away on the floor, way out of reach, not that it matters. Nero’s pinned to the ground by a skeletal foot, as the demon lifts a blade to impale him. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the end.

The final blow never comes. Instead, he hears shriek, and the pressure on his chest instantly subsides. He opens his eyes, to see it stagger back, its decapitated head clattering to the floor. Its brethren likewise are either dead or dying, their high pitched screams shattering the glass in the jukebox.

Nero’s first thought is that his Uncle has finally come home, Dante’s come to save me! But what’s odd is that there’s no sound of Dante’s beloved Ebony and Ivory. And last he checked, his uncle never was able to shoot out blue ghostly blades that now impale most of the horde. But it doesn’t matter, because his uncle is here to save the day! That is, until he yelps as he’s quickly, but not roughly picked up and held as whoever holds him spirits him out of the building, the blue blade still clutched in his hand. Nero begins to panic, but hears a voice, almost like a croak, as if the vocal cords had been in disuse for years…

Nero

And even though the voice is harsh sounding, it's one of the most comforting things Nero’s ever heard.

--

Of course that half hour errand run would turn out to be three hours. But when he was promised a free pizza for clearing out that demon nest on the West side, Dante couldn’t say no. Besides, he’d pick up some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the way home as a way of apologising to Nero. The kid might be cross with him, but he’d forgive him the moment he smelled those chewy biscuits. Dante might even let him have more than half of the package.

So when he gets home to find his front door smashed open, his office trashed, and worst of all his jukebox shattered-wait no, worst of all, his nephew missing, all thoughts of pizza and cookies vanish from his mind as he rushes in, guns drawn. There’s no sign of life, but the black splatters of demonic ichor painting the walls shows that some real bad mojo went down here. The strangest thing though, is Agni, a weapon Dante was definitely sure he had under lock and key, laying there on the ground, alone.

“Alright, time to spill your guts” he yanks the blade up so that he’s at eye level with the pommel, “What the hell happened here?” Agni makes the same response as Vergil. Which means silence.

“I swear to…” he pulls out ivory, and presses the muzzle into the (more troubled than usual looking face), “You’re gonna tell me what went down, or we’re gonna see how many bullets I can jam into your ugly mug.” “You told us to remain silent.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, consider that rule temporarily relaxed.” “There was an attack.” Agni starts, its distorted voice unusually agitated, “The little one fought with great valour, but eventually even he was overwhelmed.” Dante’s blood goes cold. “But then a great bulk of a demon came out and slaughtered the attacking filth, and spirited the boy away, alongwith my brother.”

“Rudra’s still with Nero?” That’s odd, if they were trying to capture the kid, they’d disarm him first.

“Yes, they are not far, I think they’ve stopped moving.”

“Alright,” Dante makes his way out of the disfigured wood, “let’s go find the kid and your bro...and if he’s alright, maybe I’ll reconsider giving back your talking privileges.” “Oh, that would be wonderful, will you allow us to leave the dark box? It’s been so long since we’ve fought, we crave batt- ”

“I said IF, and I won’t guarantee anything if you keep jabbering on and on.”

--

Angi directs the demon hunter to a dark secluded alleyway, a few blocks from Devil May Cry. One hand on its hilt ready for attack, the other fingering the trigger of Ivory, he cautiously makes his way past the recently overturned garbage cans, to a shadow alcove, where a shadow crouches. Beside it is Rudra, glowing faintly, it’s turquoise blue light providing enough illumination for Dante to make out what has happened. There’s Nero, peacefully slumbering away, apparently unharmed, not even his shirt is torn. And holding him gently, stroking his downy white hair with a giant hand...is Vergil… And for once, even though he is still staring straight ahead, there’s a different look on his face, a sense of contentment.

Huh Dante thinks to himself as he holsters the weapons, I was right, actions DO speak louder than words.

[flippin-fins]

Forbidden

LadyNoir July 2021 Day 15: Forbidden

Read on AO3

A/N: Was I expecting to write an enemies to lovers AU? No. Did I panic and not get to the lovers part? Possibly. Stay tuned for either a future fic or a future day this month (Hello secrets!) for a continuation because who doesn’t love enemies to lovers?

When she’d first gotten her miraculous, Tikki had told her that Ladybug was supposed to be part of a pair, that she had a partner out there.

She still remembered coming home after that first fight, seeing the look on Tikki’s face and knowing the black cat she’d gone up against was supposed to be on her side

Every time she faced him a voice whispered in the back of her mind, ‘does he know?’

Ladybug knew it didn’t matter, but she still found herself wondering. What if it was different? What if we fought by her side, joining her in stopping akumas, working together against Hawkmoth?

She was relaxing in the shadow of a beam on the Eiffel Tower one evening when he found her. Ladybug had thought there would be no harm in taking a break during patrol, but her luck seemed to be saved for akuma battes.

Jumping to her feet, one hand on her yo-yo, Ladybug prepared herself for a fight, bracing for him to throw the first punch. She’d found it hard to fight him, to start their fights, knowing he was supposed to be her teammate.

“Relax, Bug,” Chat Noir laughed at her. “I’m not here to fight you, at least not tonight.”

She frowned at him, untrusting of his words.

“I usually come up here at night. Something about the lights, it calls me.” Ladybug wasn’t sure what the joke was, but he laughed quietly at something he’d said.

She crossed her arms, finally annoyed at his appearance. “So, what? I’m supposed to leave, even though I was here first, so you can what? Howl at the moon?”

Mimicking her stance, Chat Noir raised an eyebrow. “Really, howl at the moon? My other half can’t even come up with a proper cat joke?”

Her blood ran cold. So he did know. Not that it changed anything, apparently.

She stiffened as he moved, raising his hands in surrender.

“But I get it, I’ll let you have your space. Maybe in the future we can make a schedule. On Tuesdays you can have the tower, and on Thursdays I can. Something simple for you to follow.”

“And what if I want Thursdays too?” She didn’t know why she was responding, going along with his teasing.

“Why, Mlady,” he grinned at her as she bristled at the pet name. “I guess that’s what making a schedule is for.”

With that, he saluted and jumped off, his baton already extending underneath him.

She tried not to think about the fact that it was the longest conversation she’d ever had with him.

~~~

The small bell at the entrance to her shop jingled, and Marinette looked up in time to see Adrien holding up two cups of coffee. She smiled and waved him over behind the counter as she cleaned up her clutter.

“Why hello there. I thought you were doing a photoshoot for the next,” she checked her phone, “hour.”

“Well, Vincent said I was too much of a ‘deflated lasagna’ and sent me on my way. So I figured, what better way to spend my new free time than with my favorite person and her favorite coffee?”

Marinette snorted imagining Vincent’s remarks as she took a sip. Her boyfriend didn’t always have a lot of free time in her schedule, so she appreciated any opportunity she got to see him during the day.

Of course, it never felt long enough.

The couple jumped as their phones went off, and she sighed at the alert.

“Oh, I need to get home, you know my dad-” Adrien started heading out the door.

“Yeah, I should close the store and try to pull in some people to get them off the streets,” Marinette nodded, headed towards the back door of the store.

She turned as he slipped outside, Tikki floating infront of her. Calling her transformation, Ladybug raced outside.

She knew it wasn’t fair to be frustrated at people who were akumatized, but did Hawkmoth really need to target people during the only time she got with Adrien today?

“Why, Mlady! Long time no see!”

Ladybug groaned. Of course he’d be enthusiastic about this. He probably sat around planning how to get in her way, how to ruin her day.

She twirled her yo-yo, searching for the Akuma. Maybe today would be quick, maybe she could avoid going toe-to-toe with the cat for once.

~~~

Marinette grumbled as she slipped into bed. Adrien had gotten up early for that photoshoot and would probably be exhausted from his day, and the akuma battle had lasted far longer than it should have. Instead of a nice evening cuddled on the couch with a movie, she’d have to have an early night.

At least they had a moment before the akuma this morning.

Rolling on to her side, Marinette hoped that maybe tomorrow would be better.

~~~

As her feet touched down, she realized her favorite vantage point was occupied.

“Why, Bugaboo, if you wanted to see me so badly, you could have told me yesterday!”

She groaned, rubbing her face. “Chat, why are you here?”

“I told you,” he tapped the beam next to him. “A schedule.”

Sure enough, taped with probably an impressive amount of tape, was a piece of paper with days of the week written on it. If she squinted, there was a small black cat drawn under ‘Thursday’ and a red circle under ‘Tuesday’.

She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.

“Does it ever feel overwhelming? The double life?” His voice was quiet, and Ladybug couldn’t figure out if he actually expected an answer.

She didn’t realize she just had to wait.

“I get you don’t want to answer me, identities and all, but you haven’t pushed me off this ledge yet. I just -” Chat paused, and Ladybug saw his shoulders fall. “I’m not going to talk about it to him, and I feel like you’d get it.”

She stayed silent, not knowing how to respond.

“I’m sure you know we could have been partners, should have been a team. I think in another life, that would be nice. Freeing.” He whispered the last word, as though it wasn’t meant for her.

He sighed. “It would be nice to not feel so alone.”

Finally overwhelmed, Ladybug stepped back. Since she’d arrived, Ladybug had felt like she’d been intruding on a private moment, and this was too far.

“It’s never too late, Chat,” Ladybug whispered, stopping herself from reaching out. She didn’t know if he was too far in his own thoughts to hear her. Throwing out her yo-yo, she turned to him. “For now, I’ll just try to keep to the schedule.”

Something about what he said stuck with her, but she let herself get caught up in the swinging of her yo-yo to let it simmer.

~~~

Marinette didn’t remember when it had gotten so hard. She knew Adrien was frustrated with how his father pushed him, all of these early morning photoshoots and late night events starting to run together, but he’d never taken it out on her like this.

She was exhausted, but it wasn’t like Marinette could tell her boyfriend it was because Hawkmoth had increased his akumazations recently.

She missed when their time together was with giggled stories and warm cups of coffee, instead of fights and empty apologies for missed dates.

It felt like Marinette blinked and suddenly he was gone, his voice asking for some time apart echoing around her apartment, inescapable.

Tikki’s soothing voice sounded miles away, and all Marinette hoped for was a reprieve from those poisonous butterflies.

~~~

He bared his teeth as he pushed the baton against her, pinning her down. He wasn’t usually so physical, preferring to let the akuma do most of the work, but today something was off.

There was a feral look in his eyes, and a ghosting of purple and black near the bottom of his mask.

Taken aback, Ladybug thought through their recent interactions. No, she couldn’t have caused that.

“Minou?”

He froze, tilting his head to the side. Had she said that out loud?

She didn’t let the thought fester, already pushing off of him.

Slipping out from under him, Ladybug stood up, already planning her next step to get past him, to purify the akuma.

~~~

This time, when he joined her at the Eiffel tower, she offered him a croissant. Her parents had insisted on giving her a box of pastries, and with no Adrien to share them with, she didn’t know what else to do with them.

Chat quietly took her peace offering, sitting against the beams, watching her.

Brushing crumbs off her, Ladybug tried to bite back a sigh.

“Sometimes I wish it was different.” She couldn’t bear to look at him, to watch the surprise cross his face. “We could’ve been partners, but instead this city expeccts me to protect it. Sometimes I just want to stay home, hide out in my room.”

She finally looked over at him, but he wouldn’t meet her eye.

“Sometimes I wish we were partners, but most of the time I just wish things were normal. I mean,” she rubbed her face, willing herself not to cry. “I couldn’t even take a couple of days to be sad about my relationship ending.”

“I didn’t know you were in a relationship.”

“Well, I’m not. Not anymore.”

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for a minute, and she worried she’d said too much. Paired miraculous or not, he was still her enemy. Although up here, with the iron structure and the stars to keep them company, she wasn’t sure that was true. Like she’d somehow entered a truce with him, without even realizing it.

“Ladybug.”

She turned to him, surprised at the use of her name.

“Why did you call me that?”

She frowned, trying to figure out what he meant.

“During the last akuma, you called me Minou. Why?”

“Is that not what you are? A cat?”

“But you called me a kitten.”

She tried to hide her grin. “Yes, a big scary kitten.” She saw him frown and continued. I saw your face. I know I didn’t give you that bruise, and I know the akumas usually leave you alone. I guess,” she sighed, deciding if it was worth admitting. “I guess I just realized you’re probably my age, that we’re too young to be doing this. Too young to have to grow up this fast”

She looked over Paris, wondering if she’d gone too far.

“It was from my dad,” Chat whispered, and Ladybug ripped her eyes off the city to look at him. “He was, ahem, less than pleased with my appearance, and wanted to make sure his frustration was noted.”

She frowned, trying to understand. “Is your appearance important?” He chuckled, and Ladybug’s eyes bulged as she realized what she’d said. “No, I mean, um, like, is your appearance part of your job or something? Why does he care?”

Chat’s eyes sparkled, like he was hiding another laugh in them. “Something like that.” She watched as his hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. “Can’t have less than perfect for the face of the company, even if my relationship had just ended. Can’t have just one day to myself.”

“I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know you’re spending your night high on the Eiffel Tower with me, instead of sleeping.” Ladybug pushed away the sensation at the back of her mind, like there was something she should note, something important.

“I mean me? With Paris’s sweetheart? I’m sure he couldn’t be too upset.”

“I’m pretty sure Paris’s sweetheart is Adrien Agreste.” Ladybug motioned to a billboard in the distance.

“Sure, Ladybug, if you think he’s a sweetheart,” he chuckled again, and Ladybug squinted, trying to figure out what was so funny.

She pulled out her yo-yo and startled at the time.

“Oh, I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten. I gotta go.” She stood, but turned to Chat. “Thanks for tonight. I think I needed it.”

“Me too, Bugaboo. Me too.” Chat stretched out, making no move to follow her. “Get home safe bug.”

In another circumstance, it would be a threat. But tonight, high above the city, it was just a goodbye.

“You too, Chat Noir.” She smiled at him one last time before swinging away, leaving her forbidden friendship behind her. At least for tonight.

[eldragon-x]

dusknoir and raine for the character meme?

@smilepebble

Raine

Fav thing about them

They're such a character of duality and I love it. I've said it before but the way they're shown to have stagefright and be easily embarrased or blushy, especially around their love interest, right from their debut episode makes it easy to underestimate them, this goes both for other characters and the audience. The same episode also shows they're very much capable, but still. I admit I have underestimated them as well, but fans characterizing them as just awkward always felt off to me. They ARE awkward, but you need to remember that they're a poweful witch who spent years of their life carefully working towards overthrowing an Emperor after realizing how corrupt the system is by becoming one of his closest allies. Heck, from the first episode they show up in, it's shown that they're ready to give up their life for their cause if neccesary. Again, I've said it before, but you need to understand that Raine is both incredibly awkward but also incredibly smart and skilled to get them.

Least fav thing about them

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Fav line

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brotp

I headcanon that they and Darius used to be friends in school which is a little funny considering Darius was first portrayed as an antagonist but now works with Raine to take down Belos and probably had his own rebellion going on all along, Raine just wasn't aware of it. Like imagine you're besties with someone at your school and when you grow up they become a government figure and so do you but you do it because the ruler of your country invented a system that restricts people and they have some secret fucked up plan they're working towards to and you wanna stop that so one day you and your old bestie almost kill each other because your old bestie was sent to arrest you for treason and you try to kill them and sacrifice yourself for it because loosing people in your position will ruin the rulers plans but turns out your old bestie was just staging a fight and not actually trying to kill you and you're both on the same side. This is the Raine experience.

On the other hand it's rather tragic because that means the first time Raine and Darius actually have a mutual understanding again in forever is when the whole situation is getting really bad and they can't focus on personal stuff.

otp

Raeda. Again, I wouldn't call myself a shipper, but they're exes who still have a thing for each other and it seems like the show's aiming towards getting them back together. Tho I still think it'd be interesting if they just end up as friends after having such a long ongoing fall-out.

notp

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random hc

They're like a mentor to the other BATTs. Talking about, I hope they return soon because they've just been in prison since Raine's debut. Which, okay, Raine had to be less suspicious since then, but someone get them out of there so they can beat Belos' ass together.

unpopular opinion

Idk lol

song I associate with them

"Never Love an Anchor" by The Crane Wives because of this animatic

fav picture

I'm already limiting myself with three pictures, I just really love them also that last one is pretty

Dusknoir

Fav thing about them

I'm just a sucker for very sympathetic villains who you'd want to see redeem themselves plus he's one of the best developed characters in the whole pmd series.

Least fav thing about them

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Fav line

His whole dialouge during That Scene.

brotp

He and Munna are besties. Chunsoft Spike told me so.

otp

FutureTrioShipping

notp

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random hc

World's most repressed nonbinary Pokemon.

unpopular opinion

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song I associate with them

There's a handful but like. "Passing Through (Can't the Future Just Wait)" by Kaden MacKay....

fav picture

my default choice when changing my icon to him

[pinkhairedlily]

Chapter 2 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sasuke skipped out during the cultural festival just like he did back in the last year of his middle school, content in hearing nothing but his own breath, the bustle outside his window, the sporadic chirping of the birds in early mornings and late afternoons, the shuffle of feet from his neighbors and the occasional clanking of dishes. When hours extended late into the evening, the activities would be replaced by the muffled night life that seemed like eons away but was actually just five blocks far and so he would pick out the drums, the bass drops, and the rave chaos and fall asleep when the crowds pack up, but not all days were like these. He would stay awake well past the closing time with silence confronting his consciousness, and his only friend would be the CD collection of a Japanese artist called The Charm Park from a previous tenant who left it behind. He spent his winter break like this.

When spring term came around, Sasuke noticed a shift around Naruto. The tiptoeing was still there, but it lessened to an extent where his classmates would greet him ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ while they walked to their hideout. He was right in not asking because the blonde eventually overshared everything.

The second years held an impromptu race before the culmination. Naruto, eager to get the front seat view, pushed against the crowds, incidentally landed on the track, became the representative of the first years, and won the race. Ultimately, it ended on a good note despite the rookie athletes being overshadowed, and Naruto’s bully magnet has transformed into some sort of people magnet. His classmates have asked him for lunch several times in the presence of Sasuke, but Naruto turned them down.

“You can ask for shares in their bento boxes or struck gold and have them make you one,” Sasuke said. “You don’t need to litter around here.”

“I feel sorry for you,” Naruto replied, grinning while handing him a juice carton.

It was cherry tomato flavored – an unusual choice for the simple-minded Naruto who would easily settle on an orange or grapefruit juice. Sasuke understood this was the blonde’s kind of pull on people, and he heard what he tried to say between the lines. “It’s the stares.”

“And the request for the background story no one really wants to hear.”

Sasuke sipped the last of the juice from the carton. “Just think of it as your villain origin story.”

“But I want to be a hero and do main character things!”

He crumpled the juice carton in his hands and playfully threw it towards Naruto, perfectly landing in the middle of the styled spikes. “You simpleton.” The blonde gave him an intense glare and threw the carton back to Sasuke, missing the small smile that formed on the latter’s lips.

When the last term wrapped up, student rankings were finally pinned in the major hallway entrance. Sasuke was itching to go home and eat a pack of instant ramen, but Naruto picked him up from his classroom and dragged him to the hallway. As usual, there were the awed and open-eyed stares, basically confirming that he placed first, but there was also clear contempt towards his nonchalance.

“You are really a genius, Sasuke.” Naruto patted him on the back – soft, gentle pats, reassuring, and proud. It was like the ones given to him by his parents when he placed first or won a contest. All of a sudden, the place was too stifling, and his hand unconsciously went to his throat to massage it, hoping he could get rid of the thing that was blocking his airway.

A hand with a bluish fingernail shot out from his dimming sight and brought him back to reality. It was Sakura holding out her hand for a handshake. “I guess you beat me…by 0.5 point.”

“You had a bet with Sasuke, Sakura?” Naruto asked. In between the cultural festival and the spring term, the two had become familiar with each other, occasionally greeting each other in the hallways between classes, but Sakura never had a direct interaction with Sasuke.

“Yes, during the cultural festival,” the walking cherry blossoms happily replied. Her hand was still struck out, earning questioning glances from the surrounding student body because who would dare ignore the unofficial darling of the school?

“It wasn’t a bet.” Sasuke tugged on Naruto’s collar. “Let’s go, Naruto.” He turned with the blonde in tow, but Hatake Kakashi blocked his way. He had on a protective stance with crossed arms and slight brow raise. The book he was always carrying was peeking out from his pants’ pocket.

“Don’t leave a girl waiting for a handshake, Mr. Uchiha. That’s disrespectful in a competition.” His lips were curved in that consistent ambiguous smile that highlighted the beauty mark on his chin. Kakashi firmly grabbed Sasuke’s hand in the next seconds and placed it on Sakura’s still open palm.

Contrary to his assumption, her palm was rugged with rough contours and with evident history of calluses – the hands of a hard worker. Sasuke wanted to blame his stored prejudices on her cherry pink hair. He looked up, annoyed and wanting to get his hand off from her hold but was frozen in place by the visible flush on her face. Oblivious of his effect, Kakashi’s grip remained on Sasuke’s hand in an attempt of a handshake. “That seals the deal this term. Looking forward to your competition next term.” The spectators rode on the teacher’s easy-going energy and shrugged off this weird encounter.

Naruto was the one who tugged on Sasuke’s collar and pulled him away from the crowd. The latter immediately shoved his hands inside his pockets and walked away briskly. Ever so briefly, Sasuke glanced back and saw Kakashi patting Sakura’s shoulder, probably offering congratulations, and validating her. He wondered whether the teacher noticed the subtle hair tuck or the redness of her ears and nape. Naruto’s arm blocked his view as the blonde placed it around his shoulders, snickering and praising his ‘friend’s genius skills’ all the way to the school gates where they eventually separated and welcomed the summer break.

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Not a week into summer Naruto hunted Sasuke down and knocked incessantly on his door. “Grumpy! Save me!”

“If you’re on the verge of dying, call 119.” Sasuke increased the volume of the cd player to drown out the noise. The knocks stopped after a few seconds which gave Sasuke temporary relief.

“Sasuke!”

Nope, he wasn’t gone. “What do you want?”

“Math remedial classes. In exchange, I have ramen.”

No one really visited him and so if he would open the door, Naruto would be his first ever visitor. Sasuke tried to ascertain his feelings – whether he was angry that someone intruded in his personal space or relieved he didn’t need to be alone with his thoughts.

“You better brought a lot,” Sasuke said as he opened the door. Naruto held up an eco-bag full of ramen, chips, and soda. On his other arm were their school books and Math notebook.

“You’re hopeless.” Naruto’s scores were averaging between 40s and 50s. “I thought you were on scholarship?”

“There’s no academic crap so I’m good.” Naruto kept on glancing around Sasuke’s apartment, noting the neat line-up of books, the opened cases of CDs, the lack of television, and the closed curtains over the wide full-length windows. “How come your apartment is cleaner and bigger? I could never keep my space clean. It takes so much energy!”

“I have the better side of the coin, remember?”

“Eh but your fridge is empty,” Naruto noted as he started to cook ramen.

“As if yours isn’t. Besides, don’t you need to study first?”

“No, no, no. Haven’t you heard of positive reinforcement? Incentive first before the hard work!”

For the next two weeks, Naruto came over with ramen packs and Sasuke would help him with Math classes. On the last day, he accompanied Naruto to school as the blonde submitted his requirements.

“Thank you, personal tutor. Because of you, I have passed my make-up classes and can now enjoy the remaining days of summer!” Naruto punched his fists in the air, invigorated by his academic freedom. “So what are your plans?”

“Leave me alone. That’s your payment.” Sasuke quickly said, followed with a sigh. His social battery was down, and he believed it was already swimming in negatives.

Naruto yelled a greeting to someone and damned if Sasuke knew who it was, but he was suddenly being dragged into a baseball field. Naruto had quite the strength, and Sasuke just knew he was lifting weights in his free time.

“Mind filling in? We’re just short for two in a practice game.”

“Yes, I mind,” Sasuke said without missing a beat. “Naruto, I hate you.”

Naruto gave him a very worn-out mitt while he swung the batt over his shoulder. “Just one game. I’ll have ramen delivered to your apartment.”

Sasuke released a sigh again. What a drag.

The players settled in their respective places, Sasuke stayed on the pitcher’s mound, and Naruto was the batter. The catcher signaled him to release the ball. Relying on his muscle memory, Sasuke pitched a curve ball towards Naruto, and the blonde easily hit it towards homerun.

“Sasuke! Great pitch!” Naruto ran towards him with his arms ready for a hug but Sasuke dodged the attempt.

“What a monster pitch. Are you sure you don’t want to try out?” the second years asked. Naruto was obviously very taken with the sport and didn’t miss the chance to start talking with the members. When the question was asked, he turned to Sasuke with a silent plea in his eyes, but Sasuke knew it wasn’t the place he can belong in.

“You have Naruto. He seems to be a great batter, don’t you think so?” Sasuke said.

“Well, if it came from the genius Uchiha Sasuke, then we gotta take Naruto in.”

Sasuke waved goodbye to Naruto who decided to stay for the remaining of the practice game. He didn’t have the energy to feel sorry for himself, having been left alone again by someone who found a better place. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t like baseball. It was his brother’s favorite game.

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“When is Itachi coming back?” He kept on rolling the car windows up and down on his side, sick of the sights of the endless sea and the cliffs. “Why does he need to go to England when there are good schools here?”

“That’s where the best medical program is, Sasuke. Your brother is just chasing his dreams.” His mother turned to him from the passenger side. “When he graduates, let’s all go visit him in Oxford.”

“Let’s have him pay for our Euro trip,” his father jokingly added.

His father was a careful driver – his eyes never left the road, he rode with a constant speed that was neither fast nor slow, he was careful with blind curves. In his lifetime, he got a parking ticket once when his wife’s water broke in the office, and he haphazardly parked across the lane to quickly get to her and ensure the safe delivery of their youngest.

His father was a careful driver, but others were not. A motorcycle shot out of nowhere while they were turning on a blind curve. The car veered to the other side facing the sea and the cliffs, the tires sliding forward and then downward, loud thumps as if repeatedly beaten by waves on rocky shores, and finally a loud crash.

Sasuke was disoriented. The sun was setting on the ocean, but he smelled gasoline instead of the salty air. He had an inkling his forehead was cut because the blood was hindering his sight. He heard grunting noises and pained screams from his parents, but he didn’t know if they were still in front of him or under him, but he felt someone pull him out of the car.

Thank goodness all three of them were still alive.

“You’re bleeding. Sasuke, Sasuke, here a handkerchief.” His mother’s face was cut across, and her one eye was gouged out. She firmly put the bloody handkerchief in his trembling hands. “Go, put it on your forehead.”

His father. Where was his father? He was already lying down on the sand. That was weird. Weren’t sand supposed to be gray? Why was it red? Why was it bloody red? His father’s one hand was on his side, the red water flowing through his fingers’ tight clasp. He reached out his other arm to Sasuke’s leg, patting it reassuringly. “Are you okay, son?”

His mother was coughing now. And then there was a loud explosion. It was deafening and roaring and then Sasuke heard nothing.

He heard nothing but waves for the next twelve hours. Maybe he was just asleep, and this was just a long nightmare. Then the sirens came.

Sasuke woke up drenched in a cold sweat, his mouth dry, and his heartbeat convulsing in its own chamber. He probably screamed again. He checked the digital clock on his bedside table, and it blinked back eights at him. “What a useless thing.”

Regardless of the time, he slipped into his sweatpants and hoodie and made his way downtown. He saw a café with cream puffs on display and decided to order one as his dinner. Just tonight.

“Hello, good evening. What are you buying?” A cheery voice greeted him on the counter.

He quietly pointed at one plate of cream puffs. “And one iced latte for dine-in.” There was a flash of recognition when his eyes met those of the girl on the counter.

She was dressed in the usual neutral black and white get-up of café employees, her hair was black and cropped short below her neck, she had light make-up on – it was a good disguise to throw off her scent, but her emerald eyes were a giveaway.

“Got that.” She brushed this off so easily that he thought he imagined the previous scene. Never mind, he didn’t even want to ask. His demons were enough to occupy his headspace. He stood silent, looking aimlessly at the handwritten menus while she prepared his coffee. “Here’s your order. Thank you.”

He took the tray containing his cream puffs and latte from her hand. When he grazed her palm, he basically got the confirmation he needed. She was a hard worker. He quietly slid on the loveseat at the end of the café with the clear view of the passing crowd and streets and consumed the sweets he ordered from time to time. His stomach was grumbling; he might have missed dinner and he still didn’t know what time it was.

Yes, noise is good, crowds are good. In them, I can be no one. He didn’t know how long he was staring outside. When his hands strayed to the plate, his cream puffs were already gone and his latte almost halfway there. She was also sitting in front of him, out of her work clothes but still in disguise. They just sat there in silence as the café started taking final orders and closing some sections of the place.

“Tough day?” Sakura was looking outside the window when she asked this. He initially thought she was avoiding him, but it was apparently for his own sake. With her looking away, he was allowed to be vulnerable.

“Bad dream,” Sasuke replied, taking up her invisible offer. He swirled the latte and regretted not getting a pure espresso to keep himself awake for the rest of the night.

“Hmm, that explains the sweets and caffeine, but that’s no good.”

He didn’t want to go back yet to his apartment. He wanted to lose himself in the crowd. “I’ll also walk myself to exhaustion.”

“Just aimless walking with no particular destination in mind, huh? Did that too one time and arrived home with an intense stomachache.” She took something from her bag and pushed it across the table with her eyes cast downward. “Something to fuel you on your journey tonight.”

“That’s no good – skipping meals.” Sasuke pushed the untouched bento box back to her side.

Sakura pushed it all the way to his hands, her eyes still never meeting his. “Too late for that now. It’s twelve midnight, and I’ll go home to rest while you’ll still be walking for God knows how many miles until sunrise. E-A-T.”

“Don’t you charge for outside food?”

“Silly, you have me. Now finish that so I can go home.”

Sasuke opened the bento box, holding no expectations to the contents because any proper meal was sumptuous to the appetite of a hungry person, and as he ate, she watched the passing crowds and a few minutes later, the burst of fireworks in the night sky. It was the culmination of the town’s summer festival.

She accompanied him in easy silence until he finished eating and pushed the now empty bento box to her side. She didn’t move from her place, her eyes still glued on the sights outside, so he took that as his cue to leave.

He made the mistake of looking at the window and saw her reflection looking at him leaving. He held her gaze through that and sincerely conveyed his feelings. “Thank you.”

She smiled at him and waved him goodbye.

The lights went out in the café when he stepped outside, and while he started to walk aimlessly, her eyes followed his back, a stranger in disguise wishing him comfort from the dark.

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