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The Night Shift - Part 8 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: swearing, kissing, some hints at depression, ghosting??, little shit yoongi if you squint, talk about feelings A/N: THANK YOU!!! This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I am so excited for the next few parts of this story. I am so gleeful with all the love this is getting! Enjoy the read! :D

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 8

“I nearly did.”

“Kiss you.”

“I still want to.”

Those three sentences are stuck in your head like a cassette tape stuck on a loop. 

Four days have passed since his late night confession, yet you’re unsure of what comes next since he’s gone radio silent. Hence why you’ve kept this entire thing to yourself. You try not to let your overthinking brain hurt your feelings by thinking he regrets even saying those words. But why else would he go completely silent? If not regret. 

You haven’t been doing much past going to school and working, going straight home whenever you were done. And even at work, no more being walked home by Yoongi these last few days. 

Picking up your phone from the desk, you stare at the last text you sent him.

Sunday 1:14 AM Things don’t have to be weird…we can just let it go, okay?

You hadn’t expected him to suddenly have what felt like a change of heart the moment he spoke those words. You remember muttering something and suddenly apologies came out and he was a stuttering mess, hanging up the phone. You had tried calling him back minutes after recovering from the suddenness of the moment but his calls went directly to voicemail. You try not to remember how it felt for your heart to clench and drop when the realization hit. 

And since then, silence.

Absolutely nothing. 

And it looks like he’s told nobody, because Eunji and Jungkook have gone on their date and are going on a second one tonight. And seeing any of the boys around school hasn’t been in any way awkward. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook have all been friendly, confusing you even more. 

You stare at the message longer than you should. 

Then you toss your phone down on the desk, looking up to the turnstiles where the last of the students leave. 

You scuff the carpet with your shoe, pushing yourself up as you do your final tour of the library. You hate being at work recently, your poor heart always expecting or hoping for Yoongi to show up with a tangerine. 

Going through all the floors and every aisle, you’re met with emptiness and quicker than you had hoped for, you’re back to your desk. Right on cue the security guard shows up and you politely smile, bowing as you take your bag and discarded phone, leaving the building. 

Your face down in your phone, looking at a cute selfie your friend and Jungkook send you on their date when you hear someone running behind you. You snap your body so fast you’re scared you’ll fall but the sight of who is running immediately straightens you out. 

You don’t know what you expected when you saw Yoongi again, but relief wasn’t it. He looks like he’s sprinted all the way over here, like it was a last minute decision but there he is.

His black hair sticks to his skin and you’re not sure whether or not it’s sweat or wet from a shower. His chest heaves, leaning on his knees as he catches his breath and eyes pleading with you to stay put. You see it in his furrowed eyebrows and the rapid blinking as he holds his chest. 

“Hi…”

You squint at him, head tilting sideways. Hi? Really?

“Hey.”

He straightens himself up, slowly walking over to you but stopping a few feet away and you hate how your chest tightens in anticipation. You’re still so glad to see him even though he’s left you confused, and hurt, just a little. 

“Can…can I walk you home?” 

His voice sounds so uncertain, so unlike the way he has been with you these last few weeks. He’s clearly expecting a resounding no, even maybe for you to yell at him but you don’t do yelling. 

“Sure.”

You chastise your mouth being faster than your brain, and he comes to stand next to you as you begin the journey back. It is awkward and quiet, Yoongi’s hands are in his pockets, and you can tell he’s opening his mouth and closing it over and over, choosing his words carefully. 

You don’t even notice as you’re walking that he’s no longer by your side until you look to your left, frowning and twisting around to see where you’ve left him standing. He watches you, catching up and standing a few feet away.

“I did want to kiss you.” Your eyes widen, lips parted as you gasp softly. “I still want to but…but I fucking chickened out ‘cause,” he scoffs, “how could a girl like you want a guy like me? And then because I didn't want our first kiss to be in your room with our friends just on the other side of the door. I–I wanted to–to savor it and not run the risk of having to wait until the next time I could kiss you and I know this is just a pathetic excuse to explain why I ghosted you, and I swear, I–I feel like shit for it because you don't–”

Your legs are faster than your brain, and his mouth, because you close the distance between you two so fast, grabbing his face as you stand on the tip of your toes to be able to reach him and you press your lips to his. 

Time stills, and neither of you respond to the kiss. There is no way that you made a first move like that because it is so unlike you. Yet here you are, Yoongi's face in your hands and your lips on his. 

You feel yourself tip forward, losing balance but instead of collapsing into him and making the both of you tumble, you feel his hands caging your ribcage and tugging you snug against his body, stabilizing you. And that moment is when you feel his lips move, trapping your upper lip between his as he inhales from deep in his chest. His lips are warm and soft against your slightly chapped ones, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit. 

You can feel the blood rush through your veins, letting go of his face and wrapping your arms around his neck, one arm resting across his back while you bury your other hand in his hair. 

There is nothing tentative about the kiss, neither is it heated. No, it is tender and exploratory, there is no sense of urgency and the kiss is unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had. Responding to the kiss, you let him set the pace as you tilt your head. 

He must sense how you’re craning your neck to kiss him because he lowers his stance, your heels meeting the ground as Yoongi hunches lightly to make sure you’re comfortable.

You both get lost in kissing each other, forgetting about the world around you until you hear giggling. It doesn’t startle the two of you apart completely, but enough so that you pull away from each other. You take a quick glance to see a group of younger girls giggling and blushing as they look at the two of you. You start smiling, looking to his chest and hiding there as he pulls you closer. 

Your chests are heaving, his heartbeat loud and scattered under the hand that now rests above it on his chest. You feel butterflies dancing around your belly, and you aren’t sure if it’s from kissing him or because you haven’t kissed or been kissed in so long.

Oh, who are you kidding, it’s him. It’s Yoongi.

You timidly look up at him for the first time since you made the move and he’s already looking at you, lips parted and the corners of his lips curling up.

You huff the smallest laugh, “What?”

Yoongi shakes his head, licking his lip, “That was the most effective way somebody ever shut me up.”

Oh, the nerve of him…

You pinch him and he winces, whining but he doesn’t even try to step away from you. No, instead he tightens his grip on your ribcage, prompting you to gasp at the feeling. 

“We still need to talk…” Your tone is serious, but there’s an edge of softness behind it. And you know that kissing him definitely has softened the hurt, but not made you forget it. 

Yoongi glances around and nods, cupping your cheek sweetly, “You’re right…We do need to talk.”

After a short walk you find yourselves at Han river, sitting on a bench overlooking the river. 

The silence is comfortable once he’s returned with some food for you two to snack on, quietly having a late night snack before you’re about to have what you suspect might be a very emotionally loaded conversation. 

“So…” your eyes meet, “why did you call and hang up?”

He inhales so deeply, you think he’s hoping to stop breathing for a moment, “I…I did mean it when I said I chickened out. I let relief over your text take over and I called you, but the moment I said that I wanted to kiss you…the confidence?” He gestures his hand plummeting. “And then, then I let my brain take over.”

“What do you mean?” 

He breathes out, “I’m self-deprecating. I will forever encourage and support my friends, but the moment anything good happens to me? I convince myself with reasons why I don’t deserve it, with reasons why…” he looks at you, embarrassed, “...you wouldn’t actually want me.”

“So…even though we had a moment in my bedroom and I sent that text and you called me, you still didn’t feel like it was genuine?”

He looks pained as he considers his next words, “Can I be completely honest about where my brain went?” You nod and he sighs. “After I said I still wanted to kiss you, my brain went back to that moment in your room and all of a sudden? Any confidence I had about the way you might feel towards me just twisted into something…awful.”

He lets his words hang in the air, letting you process as you nod softly, “Awful like…” you glance up to the night sky, “...’there’s no way she could like me’ awful or…”

He looks down, embarrassed and hiding his eyes behind his bangs, “...or ‘maybe I was led into believing she could like me and in reality only wanted to fool around, and then she’ll stop wanting to be around me once she gets what she wants��…”

Your heart breaks at how the mind works sometimes, how it hurts even your own self, “...because a part of you is that scared that these last few weeks, these last two months, have been some kind of trickery?”

He grunts, “It’s so fucking stupid…” he rubs his temple.

“No, no!” You reach for his forearm, squeezing it gently. “It’s not stupid. You…Sometimes you can’t help how mean your brain can get…”

He looks up at you from under his bangs, watching your face carefully, “I don’t actually want to believe that stuff, I swear…I felt like such an ass and once I got out of it this morning I realized…I immediately hated how I must have made you feel…”

“It sucked.” You confess, not wanting to shy away from the feeling of it. “I thought I must have done something wrong.”

He shakes his head, “No, no, fuck, I never wanted you to think that.”

You smile softly, slipping your hand into his and lacing your fingers with his, “I know, I understand better now.” Your thumb gently begins to rub back and forth over the back of his hand.

You both stay quiet, holding hands and admiring the night view of the Han river.

“I’m sorry for these last few days. You didn’t deserve that.” 

“I know it won’t be some overnight change, but…I’d like to think I’m a decent listener. When those dark thoughts come into your mind? Try and talk to me. Mhm?” He nods, watching you carefully.

You catch him glancing to your lips, and when he’s caught in the act you start smiling. Before you know any better he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You shift your body towards his, kissing him back softly before pulling away, catching the way he follows your lips, “We should probably also talk about this…”

He starts grinning, nodding and leaning back, “I suppose we should…”

You’re giggling as you breathe out, “So, if you hadn’t had those awful thoughts…what would you have done after that phone call?” 

“I was already halfway dressed and up to come see you…” he admits. 

“Really?”

He laughs, “Yeah.”

“That probably would have been one heck of a kiss too…” You catch the blush creeping up his neck, making you snicker. 

“Yeah, well, our first kiss wasn’t too bad either, no?” 

First kiss. 

“So,” he looks at you when you tug on his hand, “if that was our first kiss, and we just had our second kiss, does that mean that there’s gonna be a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh–”

Yoongi playfully kisses your lips, pressing peck after peck and prompting laughter out of the both of you as you pull back, “Yoongi…” His face loses all hint of playfulness to be replaced by tenderness when you say his name. “What…what does this mean?”

He sighs loudly, pretending he hasn’t thought of an answer yet, “I know exactly what this means…” You can feel how nervous he is based solely on how sweaty his hands are, hoping that your presence is enough to comfort him. 

He leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth softly and pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, “It means…let me take you out on a date.”

You giddily smile, biting your lower lip, “That’s gonna be a yes.”

A/N: We now have a kiss and a planned date! I know this definitely shorter than the last couple of chapters but the last thing I wanted to do when we got close to this is delay it any longer. I hope you all enjoy it! We're just over the halfway mark! :D

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scars become stars / Aaron Hotchner

summary. when Hotch gets tired of hating his body, he calls you, the escort he questioned for his last case, to help him

words count. 2 975

what to expect. mention of Foyet's attack and allusion that it's a SA, mention of his scars, 18+ MDNI oral male receiving

a/n. thank you insomnia i wanted to write this story so bad I got to imagine it all in my head, this is so sad and hot like??? but I'm happy the way it turned out I think so here it is 🩷

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“Room 509, 9 p.m.”

Your boss’ messages had always been very simple, almost cryptic. And it got worse after the FBI sent the BAU over for a case. One of the girls was missing, kidnapped by some psycho but thankfully saved by the team.

The past week had just been a reminder that what you were doing was far from being safe, no matter the amount of security measures your boss kept adding. But you also had to be as secret as possible to not get caught one day by one of these -hot- agents.

When you entered the lobby, nobody was there except for the guy at the reception. Not a surprise, it was one of the few hotels in town that was used for…professional meetings.

“He’s here.” Jason—was it Jason? Or maybe John?—said, handing you the key.

The process was always the same. The client arrived before, got the key, and went to the room to wait for you. It gave them a moment to think and leave before you arrived—you couldn’t imagine the number of men who freaked out before even seeing you. And then, it was your moment. Around ten minutes after them.

In the elevator, you played the same game every time. Trying to guess your client's appearance. His age, his ethnicity, his height, and sometimes his kinks when you were in the higher floors.

But tonight, nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

“Agent Hotchner?”

There he was. The man that led the interrogation a few weeks ago. The very same man: dark hair, more messy than the last time, dark grey suit with the jacket resting on the bed, a white shirt underneath, and a navy blue tie with little dots still around his neck. Sitting on the bed, his large hands on his thighs and his head barely up, like he was insecure at your sight. That was the only changing point from your memory.

The agent Hotchner you met was far from being insecure. He was the man in the room. You remembered it perfectly. That type of confidence always did something to you.

“This isn’t a trap,” was the first thing he said. 

And when he finally looked at you, he added, “And you can call me Aaron.”

You laughed, very briefly. “What a reassuring first thing to say.” You sat next to him on the bed. The long coat you were wearing, one that hid the outfit you chose—a short black dress that wouldn’t be embarrassing in case you got a problem—opened on your legs. And you didn’t miss the way Hotch Aaron’s eyes went down on your body. At least, this seemed to confirm this wasn’t a trap and that man was indeed interested in you.

But he stayed in silence. His head was still facing the floor. Still playing with his hands. And he didn’t seem to care that you took this moment of peace to look at him, to analyze him. The mole on his cheek, the few hairs of his beard growing back, the little grey in his hair and beard, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, the dark circles under his eyes. 

You were so close that it felt almost unreal to look at Aaron Hotchner like that. He wasn’t the chief of the BAU right here, right now. He was a client, sure. But admiring him, he was a painting. A, obviously, very sad and broken painting.

“Listen,” you started. You sighed very briefly before bringing one of your hands on his. How little did it look on top of his. Your fingers could almost slip in between his fingers. “As much as I don’t mind being paid for doing nothing, would you like to tell me why we are here? In this room.”

Silence. Again.

Then Aaron got up and started walking in the room. It wasn’t an unusual habit. Most clients, especially when it was their first time, seemed to need this walk to accept what was happening. And well, a walk said a lot about someone. And there you could see the glimpse of the agent you’ve met. No matter how unsure he might be about the situation, his steps were confident. That was a man of power.

Then he turned to you. “Nothing will leave this room.” 

This wasn’t a question. This was an order, you guessed.

You moved your hands up. “Professional secret,” you replied with a smirk. You always found it funny that you were using the same excuse as lawyers, doctors, or therapists. 

Aaron nodded. But he kept his mouth shut, his lips tightened even to not say a thing. And so you got up too and walked to him, slowly. Almost like he was a deer in the headlights. “The moment you and I leave this room, I will forget everything that has happened here.”

You smiled as his eyes followed every movement of yours, from your walk to the way you stopped right in front of him. From the way you opened one single button of your coat to the way your hand moved to his arm. 

“Everything?” he asked.

“Well, almost everything,” you whispered, letting your fingers run all along his arm. “It’s hard to forget about a man like you, Agent Hotchner,” you emphasized in his name. Trying to make him understand that Aaron would stay in this room and only Hotch would stay in your mind after this. 

This seemed to convince him. After a last sigh, you heard him say, “I almost died two years ago.” 

This was clearly not what you expected.

Your hands slowly moved to his tie while he continued. “He stabbed me. Nine times.” You felt every word he said, almost like he was feeling the knife going under his skin again. You only kept one hand on his tie, undoing it, while the other rested on his chest to calm his heart—or at least tried.

“They healed,” he continued, looking at the way your fingers danced around the tissue of his tie. “But they’re still there. And I didn’t think about them much. After my ex-wife died, I couldn’t care less about what these wounds might make me look like.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured while the tie fell on the floor in silence. Everything was very silent with Aaron. Even the little shrug he gave you to say it’s ok. It wasn’t. It won’t ever be. But it wasn’t the point of the night.

“But I went on a date two or three weeks ago.” You ignored the little pinching in your heart at the idea that a woman got to touch that man. Not his wife—you couldn’t be jealous of a wife, especially not a dead wife. But another woman. You shouldn’t even be jealous of a woman, actually. 

“Everything went well until the moment we went to her place. When she kissed me, I knew what was coming. And suddenly, the idea of showing… I can’t show this to anyone.” His voice fell low at the end of his sentence. There was his insecurity.

You undid the first button of his shirt. “What do you want me to do, Aaron?” This was a genuine question. One you had to ask every client. But this one felt…different. He wasn’t looking for a one-night fuck, for a night with a stranger to have fun and change his life. You could clearly see that Aaron needed something more from you. 

Something you weren’t sure you could give him, to be honest.

And when he stayed silent another time, you wondered if he had profiled you through this and knew you weren’t sure about this either. 

“Hey.” You moved your hand to his face, cupping his cheek, while your other hand was caressing the little triangle of skin from his chest you could access. “Again, I can live with being paid for doing nothing. But I refuse to get paid for forcing you to do something. This can stop right now, Aaron, if you…”

“Help me love myself again.” 

If he still sounded insecure, you noticed the little bossy tone in his voice. He asked, Yes. He ordered, somehow. But mostly, he begged for you to do something. 

“Ok,” you simply said when your fingers went down on the next button and the next one. Until you started to see the healed scars on his chest. Until you could actually count them. You had to stop midway, fighting the sickness of imagining what this man went through. You could see how down they were going, where they were leading you.

But that wasn’t the point. You could show Aaron how sad you felt about his body when your mission was to make him feel better.

So you put your thoughts away in a little bubble inside your head. A bubble that won’t explode until later when Aaron won’t be right in front of you.

Something you were used to doing depending on the client. Except this time it wasn’t about your own feelings, but to protect his.

Softly, your lips met the first scar in a gentle kiss that lasted seconds. You gave it another one while your hand was finishing unbuttoning the shirt. Soon you felt the tissue opening, and your fingers had all the space to travel on his skin when your mouth was going down on the second scar.

“It’s a shame this body isn’t loved properly,” you whispered, looking up at Aaron. Your lips were still on the second scars, your fingers drawing invisible shapes on his skin. You saw how his eyes were barely open, just like his mouth. Living the moment, immersing himself in the appreciation you were trying to give him. 

“Hmm” was all he was able to reply. But the way his hand slowly moved to your hair when you went further, meeting another scar. 

You followed the same process the whole way down every scar. Kissing one, caressing the skin around the past one to not hurt him or create an unpleasant feeling but to keep the appreciation alive even without your lips on it.

If Aaron wasn’t speaking, the little moan that kept escaping his mouth was the only approval you needed. And maybe the way his fingers were now tangled in your hair, pulling them from time to time, was a good indicator too.

But then there was only one scar left.

You knew; you counted them.

You knew; you could almost see it.

It was mostly hidden by his pants, and maybe that was the worst part. The story these scars were telling. The placement, the number, the last one. 

In any other situation, you wouldn’t have done that. Not when the client already gave his approval before—and in this case, more than once. But still, on your knees in front of Aaron, with his eyes closed, waiting for the following kiss, you couldn’t just continue like it was nothing.

“Are you still sure?” You asked him, your hand on the buckle of his belt. 

At first, he didn’t answer. He tilted his head back, enough to rest it against the wall. He moved his hand to rest it on yours. You thought he would move it away or maybe help you to unbuckle it. But his thumb caressed your hand.

“You can go on,” he whispered.

So you did. The belt was open, the zip undone, the pants on the floor, and the boxer just barely down so you could access the scars—the more you had to lower it, the more you felt sick.

But again, you didn’t show anything. Instead, your lips fell on the last remaining scars. The one waiting for you. The one that Aaron needed you to heal the most. 

Because it wasn’t much about the scars on his chest. He found them awful and ugly. He hated that they were there. He hated that during the summer, he had to deal with looks on it when he was on holiday with his son. He hated that it was a reminder every single day of what he'd been through.

But this one. He knew why it was there. It wasn’t just a stab. It was more. That son of a bitch told it himself. If Hotch didn’t consider himself a SA survivor, he knew he was checking all the boxes.

When he felt your mouth on the scar, the whole world went silent. Not that there were many sounds. But Aaron could hear everything: the cars outside, the tick-tock of the clock on the wall, even the very low voices of the people in the next room.

Now, he couldn’t hear anything. Anything but the wet noises of your lips on his damaged skin. How, this time, your hands weren’t lost higher on his chest, but you were caressing his back. Your fingers going further and further, bringing his boxers with you as your kisses kept going lower too. 

You knew what you were doing.

He knew what you were saying.

That the scars didn’t destroy the desire you had for him. 

Him, agent Hotchner, the man who led the interrogation in that small room and that gave you an authority kink you didn’t even know you had.

Him, Aaron Hotchner, the man who decided to call an escort—you—to help him.

Him, Aaron, the man who melted under your touches and your kisses.

Your lips stayed on his scar longer than on the other ones while you helped his boxer slide along his long and muscular legs.

But once the coast was clear, your lips went lower too. Kissing his thighs, little by little, until you arrived at his inner thighs. Until your lips had no other choice but to meet his thick cock, waiting for you—for your kisses and your touches too. 

One last look. One. Just one. To be sure. 

Aaron was biting his lip so hard you wondered how it wasn’t bleeding already. Made you wonder for how long this man hadn’t been touched.

And maybe that little, very brief pause lasted too long—you thought it was a second, but maybe one second too many for him—but now his two hands were on your hair. And he had a very great pleasure guiding you closer to his cock. Again.

So with this approval, you finally took him in your mouth. And the loud moan that he let out, the loudest since he came in this room, was the confirmation this was all he needed. 

He felt everything: your tongue playing around his veins, his tip hitting the back of your throat, your fingers sinking into his thighs. He felt these things. Yet, everything felt like a distant dream. A fantasy that couldn’t be real.

Yet, when he opened his eyes, there you were. Still on your knees in front of you, your glossy eyes rolling at the pressure he put in your mouth and spit running down your chin. You were real. And you were making him feel real.

As he expected, he didn’t last longer around your lips.

And he was grateful there was a chair right next to him because he would have fallen on the floor in a second. 

It took him a moment to get everything in order in his head. But he looked back at you; you were still there. Sitting on the floor, your arm going on your mouth to get rid of what he left on you. “Thank you,” he muttered with all the sincerity in the world. 

Maybe he wasn’t healed yet, but he truly felt better. Because not once did he see a glimpse of disgust in your eyes when you were on him. And he had seen it in many people, even those who weren’t intimate with him. But not you. 

When you opened your mouth to speak, he expected you to say something like, That’s my job. 

Not “You look beautiful, Aaron.” 

He watched as you got up again simply to do the four steps that separated you from him.

He watched as you sat on his lap and put a hand on his neck to caress the base of his hair. 

“Don’t ever let anyone make you think otherwise, ok? These scars, they are there; they won’t leave. And I'm sorry about that. But they don’t make you less of a man.” 

You let a single finger go down each of them, from the first one to the bottom one you gave more attention to.

“And if someone ever makes you feel like they make you less pretty, less…human. Send them to me; I’ve learned a few tricks to protect myself.”

Aaron laughed, bringing a hand to your waist to keep you against him. “Not sure it’s a thing to say to an FBI agent.” 

“Or you can come back,” you added with a smile. “This room will always be open for you.”

He looked at you in silence, the same goddamn silence that kept following him everywhere—hotel room, home, his bedroom. But this time, just to appreciate the view of this beautiful woman, who got to see many people on their knees for her, offering him, out of anybody, to come back. When he didn’t even give you any pleasure. 

“I thought you said you would forget about me when I leave.” 

“I said, I can forget about Aaron if I want to.” You corrected him. “And one of your agents said that the brain is a wonderful tool when it comes to memory.” 

He smiled at this because he remembered Spencer saying that to one of your colleagues who said she needed help to memorize her client. 

“So who knows, maybe I can find a locked drawer for you in case you come back.” 

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[florihaei]

• ౨ৎ ────── IF YOU WERE MINE (AND YOU ARE) ₊ ˖ ་.

엔시티 ꒰ nct!127 x fem!reader

꒰ everyone tells a story. they weren’t just made to be yours, they act like it too. each member has a different way of showing there love. and trust, none of them plan on letting you go, so here’s how nct 127 is as your boyfriend! ⟡ 🎀

✿ - | est.relationship 𓂃 fluff, suggestive, kissing, short stories for each member!: lots of pet names, WC ୨ৎ - 1.2k!

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秋のメモ… ︵ ︵ ིྀ - kinda new outline change!!, but i kinda changed the plot from doyoung through haechan so my apologies 🙏🏽, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!! please enjoy!

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— ꒰ JOHNNY SUH 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

johnny love is slow burn and full contact. he calls you baby in that deep voice that always makes your spine tingle and straighten, even if he’s just asking if you’ve eaten. his hands are big and warm, always resting on your back of your neck or tugging you into his side at parties like he needs you to be close, so everyone knows your his.

he loves when you show up in his clothes, especially when it’s just his shirt and noting else. your always getting pulled into his lap with a soft smirk and a “c’mere baby..” followed by kisses that last longer than they should stay. and when you try to leave his place after?, his grip tightens on your waist. “you’re not going anywhere baby, not tonight.”

-

— ꒰ LEE TAEYONG 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

taeyong treats you like you’re the only soft thing in this world, he has to take care of you and put all your needs before anybody else. he calls you sweetheart with so much warmth it always has your heart feeling butterflies. but when he mood shifts, when his voice drops and his eyes get darker, the name pretty girl rolls of his tongue with something rougher behind it.

always touches you like he’s memorizing the moment. palm at your lower back, fingertips brushing your thigh under the table. when he kisses you, it’s with a kind of tension that’s say he’s been waiting for you all day, ands he’s not letting go until your out of breath. “your mine pretty.” he whispers, forehead pressed against yours. “you know that right?”

-

— ꒰ NAKAMOTO YUTA 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

yuta’s the type to show love with full confidence, he calls you princess like it’s your real title and always makes sure you feel like one. he’s protective in the smallest ways, walking on the outside of the side walk, holding your bag without asking, brushing your hair out your face like it’s a instinct.

he’s always watching you, soft smiles, as his arm crossed, eyes full of something he’ll never say out loud. but when you’re alone and everything is quite, he pulls you close and whispers. “i don’t think i can ever get tired or you princess.”

-

— ꒰ DONG SICHENG (WIN WIN) 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

winwin’s love is quiet but steady, the kind you fear more than you hear. he’s always doing little things, handing you the warmest blanket when your cold without a word, tying your shoe laces when you’re distracted, resting his head on your shoulder while scrolling through his phone. he doesn’t say much, but when he does it sticks.

thought he may seem reserved, his affection towards you is constant, and always just for you.

when it’s the two of you, he traces your fingers and says “you make everything feel better, i think i’ve been yours for a while now hm baby?

-

— ꒰ KIM DOYOUNG 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

doyoung acts like he’s fine when your not around, but the second he sees you, his hold mood shifts. he pulls you into his arms like it’s been weeks, burying his face in your neck and breathing your scent in. “took you long enough” he mumbles, voice already gone soft.

he trails his fingers up your back like he’s trying to memorize how it feels to have you this close again. and when you ask if he missed you,he doesn’t even try to play it cool. just let his lips ghost over yours and whispers “more than i should have baby”

-

— ꒰ JEONG JAEHYUN 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

jaehyun steps through the door longer after the sunset, the click if his slacks still echoing in your chest. he pauses for a moment he sees you, the soft light lamp catching your profile, and everything else falls away. without a word, he brushes past you, peeling off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “angel” he breaths, “you look beautiful tonight”

his kiss comes slowly, his fingertips tracing the line of your jaw, lips pressed against yours with a tenderness that catches you off guard. when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours and he smiles, eyes half closed. “stay with me..” he murmurs, “let me make up for all the time i was gone.” and in that quiet moment, you know there’s no where else he’d rather be.

-

— ꒰ KIM JUNGWOO 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

jungwoo finds you curled up on the couch, half asleep with a book slipping from your hands, and he can’t fight the grin pulling at his lips. he kneels beside you, brushing your hair back, carful not too wake you up too fast. “you waited for me pretty?” he whispers, voice threatening through the quiet, his voice is warm, he can’t hide it when it’s just you and him.

you blink awake in his arms slipping around you, pulling you into his lap without hesitation. he kisses the top of your head first, slow and carefully, like he’s trying to say everything he feels without breaking the moment. “you’re way too good to me” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw next. “never letting you

-

— ꒰ MARK LEE 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

mark watches you across the candle lit table, his eyes never really leaving yours even as he laughs at something you said. the restaurant buzzes soft around you, but it all fades into the background with the way he leans in, elbows on the table, chin resting on his hand like your the most interesting thing in the world. “you’re really killing me tonight baby baby, you know that?” he says, his voice low and shy, like he’s not used to feeling the dizzy over someone.

after dinner, he doesn’t even try to pretend he’s ready to let you go. his fingers find yours under the table, thumb brushing slow circles over your knuckles. when you stand up to leave, he tugs you close by your hand, stealing a kiss right there under the soft lights of the restaurants. “dinner was great..” he murmurs against your mouth “but you.. you’re the best thing im taking home tonight.”

-

— ꒰ LEE DONGHYUCK 🎀 .ᐟ ✦

haechan hums quietly as he pulls you closer against his chest, fingers tracing patterns along your spine. the room is warm and slow around you, your breathing syncing with his like you’re still tangled to each other. “you oksy sunshine?” he murmurs , voice softer than ever heard it, lips brushing the crown of your head.

he doesn’t rush you, he just holds you tighter, hand smoothing up and down your back, pressing small kisses whenever he can reach. when you finally tilt your face up to meet his eyes, he smiles as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “you were so good for me” he says, his voice dipping low. “let’s stay like this.. just me and you..”

[fandom-go-round]

If you’re still writing for dragon age I’d love if you did head cannons for all the veil guard companions and how they act after losing an injured rook to the fade and getting them back + nursing them back to health. I live for a good hurt / comfort and your writing is incredibly well done!

Warnings: Angst, Perceived Character Death (Rook), Nightmares, Self Blame, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms,

Davrin:

Davrin is clinical until he isn’t. Losing you had been devastating enough the first time; he isn’t going to lose you now due to injuries. He hovers a lot, letting the others heal you as much as they can and then sitting right back by your side. The team had been trying to organize, to help the allies you’d help, but all that fades to the background now that you’re back. Davrin is going to defend your bedside for as long as it takes.

It takes you a while to wake and he does his best to distract himself. He trains, works with Assan and attempts to show that he’s fine. He’s not, of course, and the others know it but they do their best to help. The first time you open your eyes, groggy and disoriented, he ignores the way tears gather in the corners of his eyes. He gives you a minute before leaning in to hold you close, almost squeezing the air of out you. He’s never going to lose you again.

Taash:

Taash alternates from being pissed to being hollow with loss, which leads to more rage. They’ve just lost their Tama and now you? One of the best things in their life? They don’t know what to do and it mostly ends with them wanting to hit something. They do hit and run missions with the other factions, but that stops once you come back to the Lighthouse. Taash isn’t the best nurse but they’re not bad, changing your bandages and telling you stories. They aren’t the best at sharing their day but they refuse to leave you for long.

This entire ordeal has been murder on Taash’s patience and it may never come back. The moment you’re awake Taash is relieved but also a little ashamed. They feel like they should have been doing something productive, not being upset. Reassure them and let they hover over you. Their hovering looks more like demanding you eat and start to move. Their touch is gentle, however and you soak up the attention like a sponge.

Lace Harding:

Lace isn’t a stranger to loss, but you hit her harder than the others. She lost friends during the Inquisition, but you loom in her mind like a specter. It’s worse now that she can dream; she sees you disappearing over and over. She doesn’t sleep much and distracts herself, sending letters and trying to track down Elgar’nan’s next move. The others worry for her but she puts on a brave face; the circles under her eyes start to rival Lucanis’.

She stays by your beside until you wake up, head bobbing with the urge to sleep. You wake up to her dozing next to you. Wake her up and she’ll start scolding you, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Lace dotes on you for the next few days, getting you things and making sure you’re comfortable. She wants to touch you so badly but you’ll need to make the first move; hold her hand and she might just cry with relief.

Lucanis Dellamorte:

He blames himself for you going missing; he replays the moment over and over in his mind. If only he was faster or moved in a different way. It’s a dark slope he goes down and Spite doesn’t help, raging against you going missing. The guilt doesn’t dissipate once you’re back, in fact it’s worse. He wants to be with you so bad it hurts, but he feels he’s unworthy.

Spite solves this problem for him. Once Lucanis goes to sleep, Spite goes to your bedside and curls up next to you. You wake up to an exhausted Antivan man in your bed and it’s cute as much as concerning. Lucanis is so embarrassed he wants to sink into the floor, but when you start talking to him, he relaxes. You have a heart to heart and he feels better, leaving after to let you rest. None of the others say anything and he makes a huge dinner as a thank you.

Bellara Lutare:

Bellara throws herself into the study of the Fade, working around the clock to try and figure out what happened. Emmrich might be the expert, but she can help and she’s not going to sit around doing nothing while you’re gone. She gets so focused she forgets to eat and drink; Neve has to literally drag her to bed one night. Once you’re back, Bellara is finally able to sleep but it isn’t restful, not when you’re not up yet.

She does cry once you’re awake, not in front of you but in the hallway. She can hear you talking to Lace, and she’s so overcome she collapses against the wall. She soaks in your voice, your laugh (weak but stable). It takes her a little while to get herself under control, but she smile is genuine when she goes into your room. You notice she’s been crying but don’t say anything, smiling back. Later, she wants to talk about everything, but right now all she wants is to hear your voice again.

Emmrich Volkarin:

Part of him feels like he should be more prepared for this, but he’s not. Emmrich has been surrounded by death but this is different. There isn’t a body, no remains to care for and no time to really mourn. He does his best to take time to grieve, but there’s never going to be enough time for him. Fade research and working with the other factions helps; he feels your absence like a stabbing wound. Rooms aren’t as bright when you’re not in them, and it’s hard for him to focus, he keeps getting lost in his thoughts.

He does his best to heal you once you’re back with them. Emmrich isn’t someone who normally gets touchy, but this is an exception. He doesn’t want anyone else to care for you and the others are accepting, even if they don’t agree. When you finally open your eyes, he feels like the sun is rising for the first time since you’ve left. He has so much to tell you but it’ll have to wait. He wants to soak up as much time as possible with you before the final fight.

Neve Gallus:

Neve throws herself into her work, or at least, that’s what she says. She pours over notes and clues, trying to figure out how Solas has come back, but no thoughts ever stick. Her theories slide through her fingers like sand and she feels like she’s going crazy. She blames herself; for losing you, for getting too attached, for not seeing this betrayal coming. When you finally awake up, she feels so goes boneless in her chair. She needs a moment to collect herself before going to see you.

Neve does her best to show she’s alright but it’s easy to see through her. After you fall back asleep, she vows that she’s not going to lose you again. She wants your kind of trouble and you’re both going to survive this damn it. She pushes herself to get ready for the big fight, both for her city and you. Support her but also remind her that you’re on her side; you’re going to finish this together.

[scared-of-relationship]

Surprised! World 5 and Master strikers got rejected by y/n. How would they react? 🤔🤔

Oof Time to pull them out of basement for this :)

How they react when you reject them

cw: reject their love for you, since most of my post are about yn with them romantically. Maybe I should start make them platonically than romantic soon... I'm too hopeless romantic to the point I romanticize everything.

> Noel Noa

Wouldn't be sad, per-se but he'd be quite hurt

like what don't you like about him? He's handsome, huge. cool. the best football player out there

He'd be lying if he didn't think about it

like he'd really think about what about him that makes you reject him

especially if he was rejected with a strong reaction

It takes quite a moment for him to move on, though he look like he's fine at first

> Chris Prince

GASP like loudly

"What, why, I am CHRIS PRINCE... THE CHRIS PRINCE"

Still cant get over on why would anyone could reject his handsome face

unlike Noa, he'd be over it the next couple of days

maybe avoiding you too for a couple of days until it went back to normal

> Marc Snuffy

"Oh, its okay..."

He actually accept it if he's being rejected

He accept it so nicely actually, you kinda feel bad

He genuinely understand.

Will be over it the next day or maybe a couple of days.

Maybe he'd tell this to Lorenzo or any of his friend but that's it actually

He understand that he's not everyone cup-of-tea. (YOU'RE MY CUP OF TEA SNUFFY, PLEASE MARRY ME UGH)

> Lavinho

Dramatic about it

Not very but kinda like "Ah, really? not even once chance, like one date at least?"

And if you still say no, he'd stop and politely accept that

He still nice with you though, maybe a little awkward on your end but he actually chill about it

He'd be over it in 3 days

Well, maybe it makes him a little insecure or self conscious but he'd be fine and get over it anyway

> Julian Loki

Visibly sad, but not trying to make it burden on you

He'll still smile sweetly on you though, but maybe a little bit awkward

Still wanna talk with you and all, not really mind with that rejection thing.

Maybe tell that to some of his friend, which makes his friend quite surprise, how could anyone reject him?

but he, maybe he's not your type, and he's alright with that

> Adam Blake

"Oh, sure you're not going to regret it darlin'?"

Still cocky despite being rejected.

Would still try to flirt you after, in case you change your mind.

Doesn't really mind since woman still loves him anyway

but a little bothered that you're the first few who reject him

would forget about it the next day, ngl.

> Leonardo Luna

Visibly hurt 2.0, and makes sure you know it

"Not one date?" He'd still asks

Would still flirt you after, in case you change your mind 2.0

One of those who'd be like "Meh, there's another who still likes me anyway"

Again, will forget about it the next couple of days

> Dada Silva

"Awh man..." He'd be sad, but well he'd understand

Would be VERY self-conscious for the next couple of days

a little insecure for the next couple of days

but he'd be fine after all that

Would still be friendly with you after, and makes sure he doesn't make it awkward

> Pablo Cavasoz

VISIBLY SAD 3.0

You actually feel bad, but he doesn't want you to feel bad about it

"It's okay, don't worry. We can still be friends though, right???" He says, with puppy eyes

Doesn't mind staying as just friends, your presence comfort him

"I'm glad you still wanna be my friend!"

BONUS!

> Ego Jinpachi

Actually not giving so much of fuck

Like, "Oh, alright... But you still... Alright with me?" typa shit

Well, he would be sad, but not really showing it

He's gettin older, ofc he'd be a little sad, but hey there's still plenty of fish in the sea.

Actually over it the next couple of days imo.

© Blue Lock and its characters are created by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and illustrated by Yusuke Nomura. I do not own any rights to the original work; these are all fan-made stories created for entertainment purposes. Any copy, rewrite, recreate in the name of other than author is unauthorized and will not be tolerated. Content may not and will not be allowed to be reposted and re-upload anywhere without authorization from author.

[mikimakiboo]

Mermay day 1 - Daydream

The Mermay bingo belongs to @skumhuu !

It will surely be veeeeeery small drabbles but I'm trying to avoid burn out okay ? I will try to make it daily updates knowing I still need to work on Time Travelers so wish me luck !!! :')

I will do my best but don't be surprised if I black out for a few days

Also some chapters will be about Megalodontale so to avoid confusion I'll write which AU it is before each chapter ~

This story will be cross-posted on AO3 !

- Leviathantale -

Cross is in his tank in the lab, he gets lost in his thoughts, the only thing he can do anyway...

Next

The water was cold, it always got colder at night when the big machines turned off, they said it was to save energy, as they didn't have a big enough generator to have everything constantly on. Cross sighed, swimming, or rather crawling as the tank he was in wasn't deep or large enough to properly swim, to the other side, the one from which he could see a window. It was a rather small window but he could see the sky and the tops of a few trees and mountains in the distance. He knew there was water too, he saw it one day and when it was too hot inside the scientists would open the windows and Cross would hear the waves crashing on the shore.

He sometimes wondered how this water would feel against his bones ? Would it be colder or warmer than the one in the tanks ? Would the temperature vary throught the day ?  Would it stay the same all year long like he was used to or would it vary over the months too ? What would it taste like ? Would it have a smell ? The water here was tasteless, plaine, and only smelled like the products they used to clean the glass of his tank. It was changed twice a month anyway so it didn't have time to smell like anything.

He closed his eyes, curling as much as he could on himself and bringing his tail in front of his face, trying to hide from the light of the few machines still on. He tried to imagine himself swimming in the ocean, free of these glass walls, of these collars and captors stuck on his body. He was born in the lab, but sometimes there would be other mers who came from the ocean, some were nice enough to tell him how it was out there. Cross knew it was big, so big you could swim for days and days before reaching a shore, so big you wouldn't even see said shore from the surface, and the fish were alive. He had never seen alive fish, they were always dead when entering his tank for dinner time. Would he know how to hunt them ? How fast did fish swim ? Did they swim alone or in a group ?

He would probably have to be discrete, to swim slowly and sneak from behind, did fish even have good hearing ? If they were deaf then he could probably just come from behind fast enough so they wouldn't have time to flee if they saw him. Could he kill them with his claws ? Their flesh was soft and tender, he could dig his claws and fangs easily through it, and the fish would probably die rapidly. What was the sensation of something dying in his hands like ? Would he physically feel the life leaving the body or would it just go limp after a while like it fell asleep ? Did fish sleep ? What would a sleeping fish look like ? Did they just stay still or did they lay on the gorund to pass the night like he did in his tank ? Would he ever see a sleeping fish ?

Cross stretched, looking through the window again, would he ever see something outside of the lab ? Would he ever see other mers outside of the tanks ? He would love to go outside, have a taste of freedom, discover the reefs, see the corals that everyone always described as so colorful, he would love to hunt, swim until his tail was sore and sleep in the sand... He would love to see something else, to go explore, would he try to find a home ? Or would he live day to day, always moving and discovering new places ? He would like to have friends too, maybe sharkmers like him, if they existed, if he wasn't the only sharkmer, but he would be happy with any other mer, as long as they were nice and willing to explore with him. He wouldn't be difficult anyway, just having someone with him would be enough. Were mers even sociable creatures ? Was he sociable only because he lived all his life surrounded by doctors or was it a spieces trait ? He didn't even know how his own spieces worked, how could he make friends with other mers like that ?

Another sigh escaped his mouth. It didn't matter anyway, he would probably never get out of this lab, so why worry about how fish sleep at night or how mers interacted with one another ? He would never see it, he could daydream all he wanted, he would never have friends. The doctors weren't his friends, they hurt him, treated him like an object and got mad when their tests didn't give them the results they wanted. He didn't know what having friends felt like, and he would probably never. And what even guaranteed him that having friends would be good ? What if everyone was like the doctors and that was just how the world was ? Maybe he didn't want to know after all...

He should just sleep, there would be other tests in the morning, he couldn't be tired... Maybe if he was a good subject they would allow him to spend some time in the big pool again, and then he could pretend again to be in the ocean, to be far from this place...

Maybe one day his wish of freedom would become reality, if he was really the best subject, and for that he had to rest at night to have good results on the tests... yes, maybe one day he would know what the ocean felt like...

[spiritwriterwisp]

Knight's Day Out!

Inspired by @zeivira "No rest for the wicked." & "A Difference In Medical Opinion" by petalil on AO3. Thank you guys for this delicious idea♥️

After achieving knighthood, Subaru spends the day with his fellow knights. Will he be able to prove his worth despite his "condition"? More at eleven.

As Subaru sits with the knights for the first time after his knighthood ceremony, he finds himself drawn to their day to day life.

He's always been so used to their rigid manners and unmoving posture, but now that they're in the barracks - away from judgement and their duties, their demeanor completely changes. They exchange greetings, funny stories and short anecdotes from their patrols.

Subaru quickly finds himself relaxing right beside them, they sit together and chat about mundane things. However, he could sense wary glances towards him.

'Is this because they don't accept me?' Subaru wonders. But he quickly quashes the thought. The knights have been nothing but respectful to him - even if they haven't, Subaru was sure that their prideful nature would have forced them to be more vocal about their objections to his knighthood.

'It can't be that. So, what's making them so wary of me...?'

The thought stays in his head when lunchtime rolls around. By this time, Reinhard, Julius and Ferris have joined him. They sit together alongside a few other knights named Hamish and Jameson.

"So Ser Subaru, have you been enjoying your stay?" Asks Ser Hamish.

"Yes, it's been very fun! But..."

"Subaru, I can sense some mixed feelings. Is everything alright?"

"Nya knyow Subaru-kyun, nyu can always tell us what's wrong."

"Do not fret Subaru, if someone is bothering you - I will act accordingly."

"That's right Ser Subaru! Don't worry!"

"Well, it's not bad and no one's bothering me! Jeez... Anyways, it's not that. I just felt like some knights were staring at me weirdly."

The five knights stay quiet. Ferris and Julius throw knowing glances at each other. Reinhard looks down at his food with an awkward expression. Ser Jameson's shoulders tense and Ser Hamish's fork becomes really interesting to look at all of a sudden.

"Seriously, what's with this reaction!? C'mon guys, you know something. Spill!"

The five knights look at each other, as if waiting for someone else to clear the air.

"Did I do something!? Geez, it must have been embarrassing...!"

"No no! Ser Subaru you have done nothing wrong! No one is offended by you being here!" Mumbles Ser Jameson.

"That's right, Subaru! You are very welcome and all the knights enjoy your presence." Adds Reinhard, clearly attempting to clear up the misunderstanding.

"So what is it, then? You guys are clearly hiding something. I need to know if it's important." Responds Subaru.

"In reality Subaru, while your presence is welcome. The news of your knighthood wasn't well-received by some knights." The previously quiet Julius explains with a steady tone.

Subaru feels his shoulders drop in disappointment.

"While everyone greatly respects your contributions to our country. Many had objections of letting an ill man into the ranks of the Royal Guard."

"I'm not that ill! I can hold my own just fine!" Subaru interjects. Deep inside, he feels a little shame creep up in his chest. The fact that others see him as fragile and useless hurts.

"We know Subaru. However, that hasn't stopped some objections from being raised. Fortunately, Captain Markos did well to quash any objections." Reinhard says.

"But that's not what you guys said earlier. You guys kept saying how much 'the knights like you' and all that stuff. You know you don't need to lie to me right? I'm old enough - I can handle the truth."

"That's because the objections didn't come from malice but rather a place of concern." Ser Jameson confirms.

"Huh?"

"Subaru, when the knights heard of your...condition, there was a growing sentiment of granting you a considerable retirement instead of active duty." Julius reveals.

"That's true. Most of the knights attempted to change the captain's mind about your enlistment because you have already served well. They believed you deserved an early retirement." Ser Jameson explains.

"Geez, an early retirement? That's a bit too much! I mean, what am I gonna do for the remaining sixty or something years of my life? Just sit around and do nothing? Yeah no thanks, I would rather serve-"

As Subaru looks up at his friends mid-rant, he stops as he sees their shocked faces. Ser Jameson drops his fork, Julius' eyebrows knit together in confusion and worry. Ferris' mouth drops, completely stunned as if Subaru just declared himself a witch cultist. Ser Hamish appears to be completely white with a deadpan look on his face. Meanwhile, Reinhard stares in confusion, his eyes trained on Subaru.

"S-subaru, what do you mean by sixty years? How o-old are you?" Stammers Ferris, who still hasn't recovered from shock.

"That's weird, I'm eighteen years old Ferris. And I mean I'm gonna live sixty more years, so I would die in my eighties. I think?"

The temperature drops significantly.

"Hey, what's with this reaction all of the sudden!? I didn't say anything weird! C'mon, guys." Implores Subaru.

"...Subaru, the average person lives for about one-hundred and fifty years. They are considered elderly when they're one-hundred and twenty years old." Reinhard chokes.

Now it was Subaru's turn to be shocked.

"Hold on, did nyo not nynow this?!" Exclaims Ferris. His arms holding his weight on the table.

"No! No one in my family ever lived that long! Sixty is retirement age guys!"

"Oh my Od."

That was not how lunch was supposed to go.

After that disaster of a lunch, Subaru can feel the knights stares morph into extreme worry and sympathy.

Every time Subaru attempts to do anything helpful, the others step in and take over the task.

"Don't worry Ser Subaru, I'll take over now."

"Don't bother yourself with this, Ser Subaru."

"Allow me to help you!-"

Is this what being a Disney princess feels like? Feeling like a damsel in distress leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Subaru knew that the knights had good intentions, but their constant need to help him and take over every single task in his place only served to reinforce his feelings of inferiority.

Subaru wanted to prove himself. He has long since given up on proving he's not ill. That he doesn't have a partial Sleeping Beauty Disease. Because he has come to the realization that he always will be so in their eyes.

After all, he's an outlander with a foreign physiology. In a world that functions with no need for sleep, he is considered functionally disabled.

There is nothing he can do to change that.

But that doesn't mean he won't try to exceed expectations.

With his trusty whip by his side, he will show everyone his worth.

In a carriage bound for the forest, a small team consisting of Sir Jameson, Sir Hamish and Subaru led by Ser Yonas prepares to investigate a Mabeast sighting.

"Villagers claim to hear distant howls and violent thumping in all hours. Not only that, but also a previous check up has confirmed a significant rise in mana levels on the premises." Sir Jameson explains.

"There is no need to explain further. Sir Jameson and Sir Hamish shall head east. I will head west and -" Yonas' eyes dart towards Subaru. "Subaru will remain here with the coachman."

"Hey! I'm a knight too! How come I have to stay here!?"

"To protect the coachman, of course."

"The coachman doesn't need protecting he's holding a barrier stone! You're just trying to bench me."

"I'm not sure what you mean by 'benching you' but I will not allow a man of your condition to step unto the field. Otherwise, you risk holding us back."

"Sir Yonas, that is an awful thing to say..." Mutters Ser Jameson. He wanted to defend Subaru's honor, he was the slayer of Sloth and the Great Rabbit after all! However, Ser Yonas doesn't seem moved by his meager comment.

"Be quiet, fool. If he falls asleep during this mission, not only does he risk himself but also all of us. As the acting Captain of this mission, I will not allow dead weight." States Ser Yonas.

"it doesn't work like that! I don't fall asleep randomly! And definitely not in the woods-" Subaru tries to defend himself, only to be interrupted.

"Your illness will hold us back." Ser Yonas declares, not allowing any room for argument.

"You don't know anything about my illness!" Subaru yells.

"I don't care to know. Remain here, Subaru." Ser Yonas spits out. He gets up and motions for both Ser Jameson and Ser Hamish to move out and begin their mission.

The sympathetic knights throw sorry glances at Subaru. They couldn't disobey their superior officer.

The three leave Subaru to sulk with the coachman, who places a gentle pat on his shoulder.

"Y'know son, you're a good man. Don't take what Ser Yonas says seriously. He's always like that." The coachman says, trying to comfort a grumpy Subaru.

"How do you put up with an annoying guy like that, then? I'm not staying quiet if he decides to insult me again next time!" Subaru declares, putting up his arms dramatically.

"He he, why not challenge him to a duel?"

"And have a repeat of Julius? No way! I specialize in battles against witch cultists and beasts - not knights! Thank you very much!" Subaru shuddered, he had learned a good lesson in the Capital that day. He could still feel Emilia's cold look.

"Well for what it's worth, you saved my little nephew in Arlam that day. To me, you'll always be our hero." The old coachman confesses.

The comment drills itself deep in Subaru's heart. He feels blood pumping into his cheeks as he becomes red in the face from embarrassment.

"Aww, thanks man. I appreciate it. Hey, do you know why Yonas is such an ass?"

"I'm afraid only Ser Yonas can answer that question. I know for a fact that he was the leading voice against your promotion."

'That's because the objections didn't come from malice but rather a place of concern.'

Subaru remembers Jameson's comment. While Yonas's behavior hints at a more malicious reason, he trusted Jameson's words far more.

'Could it be...' Subaru wonders.

"Y'know son, I have been the coachman for the Knight Order for the better part of twenty years now. Not once have I heard a single bad word about Ser Yonas. That boy was always kind, a little harsh but kind nonetheless." The old coachman admits.

'Is....Is Ser Yonas a tsundere?'

"That boy has seen a lot. While I haven't confirmed it, I have heard rumors that Yonas's younger brother has fallen into an eternal slumber years ago."

"Oh...." Subaru looks down at the grass, his shoulders drop and his face softens.

This would make sense. If Subaru were a constant reminder of his younger brother's affliction, it wasn't surprising that Yonas disliked him.

Subaru gets up with new-found determination, he pumps his fist up into the air and declares : "I'm Natsuki Subaru, and I won't stand back even when I'm ordered too!"

He steps off the carriage and heads into the forest.

"Son, where are you going? You're disobeying orders! Ser Yonas won't let this go!"

"I didn't become Natsuki Subaru by following them! I'll see you later, old man. Thank you for the pep talk!" Subaru says as he runs off in the same direction as Yonas.

"That boy is gonna get into so much trouble..." The old man sighs. But deep in his heart, he hoped he wouldn't.

Ser Yonas has severely underestimated the number of Mabeasts in the forest. He didn't think he would run into an entire herd of them. As he runs across the foliage, attempting to reach higher ground to hopefully gain an advantage.

The beasts are gaining up on him.

His hopes are for naught as a massive cliff looms over him, blocking his escape. Yonas unsheathes his sword as he prepares a final stand.

"I will not allow the witchbeasts into the village!"

He takes in a deep breath and shouts :

"I am Ser Yonas Verdant. A proud Knight of Lugunica. Prepare to die."

The beasts don't understand. Yonas was sure that even if they could, they wouldn't care. They bare their teeth and ready their claws.

His life flashes before his eyes. Visions of a woman and two children, a comatose man and a respectable home rush through his mind.

"Hey buddy! Looks like you're in a pickle, my guy!" Laughs a familiar voice from above.

See Yonas looks up in disbelief only to find Subaru, grinning down at him. But before he can interject, Subaru yells :"Get away man! Nature's strongest attack incoming!"

Without thinking, Ser Yonas dodges to the side, moving from underneath the massive cliff into a nearby river.

The earth shakes. A massive wave of dirt and rock crashes into the witchbeasts and buries them underground, kiilling them instantly.

The sound of growls and bones breaking slowly fade as the monsters die underneath the mound.

'What the hell just happened.' Ser Yonas thinks as he drags himself out of the river. A rough hand helps him on his feet.

"What the hell was that!? How did you do that!?" Yonas screams at Subaru.

"Chill dude, the cliff was eroding so I just moved a few rocks. Then the whole thing just crashed into itself. Don't worry, I had everything under control."

"Under control? Under control!? You dropped the entire cliff! Are you insane? Not only did you disobey direct orders, you also engaged in a dangerous stunt! Do you have anything to say for yourself!?"

"Geez I'm sorry I saved you, asshole!"

Ser Yonas flinches.

"How about this, let's just sit in silence and wait for Hamish and Jameson to pick us up. They must have heard the cliff crashing down." Subaru suggests, any goodwill he had towards Yonas fades away like dandelions in the wind.

They sit next to each other in silence under a tree. The gentle wind breezes past. The pale moonlight envelopes the world. In this tranquil environment, Ser Yonas finds his anger fading away.

"I apologize for my earlier harshness. While I don't agree with your methods, you did, in fact, save my life."

"...You're welcome."

"I must also apologize for my treatment of you earlier. You did not deserve such words."

"Why did you hate me so much?" Subaru softly asks.

"In truth, I was jealous. My brother has been sleeping for five years now with no signs of waking up. And when I heard of you, I became inexplicably angry-why is my younger brother cursed to forever sleep while you wake up?"

Subaru looks up from the ground and shifts his gaze to where Yonas sits. He is sitting completely drenched in water with his face buried in his knees, as if to hide himself from the world.

"So I took out my anger on you. It was shameful of me to insult a great knight such as yourself. You, who has saved more people than I ever have-"

"Don't insult yourself like that, man. You're a good guy and a great knight. You help people every day. You saved people too. Don't forget that. I'm sure your brother will be proud of you."

Yonas raises his head from his knees and looks at Subaru with tears in his eyes.

"Even when I reminded you of your disease? Even when I bullied you back in the carriage, even when I-"

"That's the Yonas from an hour ago. The Yonas sitting in front of me now has apologized to me."

Subaru takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and begins wiping his tear-stricken face.

"I have heard of your diminished lifespan from the other knights. I just wanted to say that I truly am sorry."

"Don't feel bad. I don't. I've been like this my entire life and so have my family so it's not like I feel left out or something. What's the difference between living for eighty or one-hundred and fifty years? I'll still live a good life that's for sure."

"How can you be so confident?"

"You're not gonna live if you keep wondering about the future. You're gonna make mistakes in life, so try your best to learn move on, y'know."

Yonas stares at Subaru in shock.

"So you're just going to forgive me that easily?"

"Yes."

"Why? If it were anyone else, I would have been challenged to a duel or..."

"Geez man, calm down! I forgave you because you're genuinely a kind guy, like deep deep inside."

For the first time in a long while, perhaps since the day his beloved younger brother fell into his never-ending coma, Yonas truly laughed from deep inside his soul.

Unable to hold himself back, Subaru begins laughing as well.

And that's how they're found.

Upon making their way back to the guard station, the crew went into their separate ways and Subaru finds himself sitting next to Reinhard.

"Hey Reinhard, were you also against me becoming a knight?"

"...Yes, I was. I believed an early rest for you was far more appropriate."

"What changed your mind?"

"It was the way you looked at Lady Emilia during your knighthood ceremony. You had such a love-filled gaze. I knew that in that moment, you have found your will to live."

Subaru blushes as he looks up at the night sky. For the first time in a long time, a burst of honesty devoid of any jokes spreads in his chest.

"I just wanted to live with the girl I loved for the rest of my life."

His eyes feel heavy and a yawn escapes his throat.

"Oh Subaru, Ferris has prepared a room for you tonight before you return to Lady Emilia."

"Thanks man....I appreciate it" Subaru mutters as he stumbles into his room. As soon his head hits the covers, sleep overtakes him and he passes out cold.

As sunlight creeps in through the window, Subaru is startled awake by the feeling of someone watching him sleep. He opens his eyes, only to find a group of at least a dozen knights staring at him as he slept.

"Oh, c'mon guys!"

Who are Ser Hamish & Ser Jameson and Ser Yonas? I made them up for more world building. I thought it would be better to see more characters other than the known cast.

I actually started writing this one shot in February but then school ate my will to live lol. It started as comedic & then became a bit more depressing as I kept writing.

A massive thank you to @amphimoria for catching a lot of (dumb) mistakes made by me. English is not our first language, so forgive any mistakes ty ♥️

[itsnesss]

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | oliver bearman × fem!reader

summary | you’re still haunted by a past love, unsure how to move forward, but ollie waits

warnings | fluff, emotional vulnerability, past toxic relationship, self-worth issues, mentions of unresolved trauma

word count | 0.8 k

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The night seems endless. The dim lights of the cloudy sky barely reflect off the windshield, and the silence in the car is thick, as if something else is sitting between you two.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye as he takes a smooth turn, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. Sometimes he taps the steering wheel with his fingers, like the movement helps him think or calm down. But this time, he doesn’t seem nervous. Just attentive. Waiting for you.

"Do you want music?" he asks, breaking the silence in a soft voice.

"No... It’s fine like this," you murmur, because any song now would be too much. It would make you feel something you’re not ready to hold.

Because you’re on the edge. All the time.

Since he showed up in your life, you’ve felt like you’re walking on a tightrope between what you could have with him and everything you haven’t let go of yet.

"I tried to be what he thought I was, I wasn't."

That thought keeps coming back like an old wound that still hurts when the weather changes. You curl up against the window, not looking at Ollie. You’re afraid of what he might see if he looks at you too much. Afraid that he might discover that sometimes you still hear *his* voice in your head. That you still wonder if the problem was you.

Your ex wasn’t cruel. Not like the stories other people tell. He didn’t yell at you or break you apart... at least not directly. His was slower, subtler. A collection of small disappointments that you absorbed as if your worth depended on how much you could endure. You molded yourself to like him. You changed your loud laughs for silences, your ideas for concessions, your boundaries for excuses. And when he left you in the end, you didn’t even cry. You just felt empty.

Now Ollie.

Sweet, patient, and with those eyes that always seem to see more than you want to show.

When he stops at a lookout point by the sea, everything becomes even quieter. You only hear the distant sound of the waves and your shallow breathing.

He turns off the engine.

"I know it’s not easy," he says without looking at you. "And maybe I’m asking you for something you’re not ready to give."

You don’t know what to say. You’re not even sure there’s a right answer. Part of you wants to ask him to stay. Another part feels like you don’t deserve it.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you whisper, and for the first time, you say it out loud. Something real. Raw. Honest.

He nods, but doesn’t pull away.

"Then don’t," he replies with a simplicity that disarms you. "Just... tell me the truth. That’s enough for me."

And so you speak.

Of your past. Of how you got lost in a relationship that seemed like love but was slowly draining you. Of how you learned to lock your emotions away in boxes you never opened. Of how you feel now with him. Scared. Confused. Tempted. And also alive. Because he makes you feel all of that together, and that’s what overwhelms you.

He listens.

Without interrupting. Without judging. He just listens.

And when you finish, when your voice breaks and the tears blur your vision, he doesn’t say "everything will be fine" or try to fix you. He simply leans toward you, carefully, and presses his forehead against yours.

"I’m not going to force you. Or rush you. I just want to walk with you, even if it’s slow."

The tears surprise you. Not because of sadness, but because of relief.

Because no one had ever offered you love like that: without conditions, without hurry, without demands.

"I guess I never healed right... Maybe it's a green light, but I can’t go."

Yes. You’re broken in some places. But maybe you don’t need to be whole to move forward. Maybe something can be built from that honesty.

He looks at you. And for the first time in a long time, your eyes don’t look away.

"I want to try," you say. "I don’t know how, or how long. But I want to."

He smiles. A soft smile, small, but enough to make you feel like you’re worth it. Even with your broken pieces.

You don’t kiss that night.

It doesn’t matter.

Sometimes, the real start of something isn’t a kiss, or a promise, or a certainty. Sometimes, it’s simply staying. In silence. Together. Waiting for the moment when you can cross that emotional stoplight without fear.

And Ollie, you know, will be there when that happens.

Because he doesn’t need you to run.

He just wants you to take his hand when you're ready and say: now, yes.

tags | @ebkitty

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Azul

*Note: Yes, this is a repost of this fic story. I have a feeling that it got lost due to the original tags that it had, so I am reposting to see if that changes. For those who have read this already, I do apologize for the annoyance that I'm causing.

Azul is a very, very busy business man. He is not one to take breaks from making sure the Monstro Lounge is in perfect order unless anything school related keeps him away from the Octavinelle Dorm. In the case of his upcoming alchemy exam, Azul cannot afford to slip a few grades all for the sake of working. Although he would normal go to the Housewarden’s bed chamber to hit the books, Azul knows that there is a good chance that chaos will ensue, and he refuses to take part in it.

He can go to Heartslabyul to study with Riddle, but being more than aware of Riddle’s studying tactics, Azul would rather not handle the stress.

He can go to Scarabia; Kalim is always welcoming. Jamil…not so much. Even then, Azul will be too distracted to even remember his studying mission.

He can go to Ignihyde, but Idia is too good at studying that he can recite the textbook while playing one of his many video games.

There is only one more option left.

You agree that you can use a study partner, so while on the phone with Azul, you offer him a place to stay to avoid any more trouble. Azul can’t thank you enough.

You don’t have much in terms of study food, and you hope Azul won’t mind the remnants of snacks that Ace and Deuce brought over from yesterday (which is popcorn and oranges). By the time you set the coffee table up, the awaited knock appears at the front door.

Azul’s uniform is a little more disheveled than usual, but you take in the assumption of him having to deal with some last minute problem-solving as to why he looks the way he looks. Azul thanks you again for welcoming him to your dorm for the evening.

In truth, having the most “sane” of the Octavinelle trio is better than all three of them at once. You just hope the tweels don’t tag alone.

“Rest assured that I will be your only guest this evening. Housewarden’s honor.” Azul’s voice is at its most collected. How assuring indeed. “Before we get started, you don’t mind if I go to the washroom and change into something more comfortable, do you?”

“I don’t see why not,” you reply.

As Azul makes his way up the stairs, you commence hitting the books for homework. You have five minutes of quiet until Azuzl returns in his change of clothes. You nearly choke on the orange slice as you gaze at the lounge attire, fit for a business mogul, that the Octavinelle Housewarden has draped. If this is Azul’s definition of comfortable, you need to update your ideas about the octo-mermaid’s tastes.

Leona nor Vil can never.

Azul smirks. “I’m aware that the eyes often speak more than the lips, but I would appreciate you being able to breath before your face turns blue.”

You snap out of your infatuated daydream. “Is that real silk?” you question.

Azul flicks his robe sleeves. “Indeed. Comfort is bliss, you know.”

You stutter, trying to get out how Azul can own something so delicate looking.

“It was a birthday gift from my parents after doing so well my first semester of school. I could never take this back home, so I keep this and the majority of my terrestrial belongings in proper storage. No need to be concerned. I take care of everything that belongs to me.” His eyes light up. “Oh, that reminds me.” Azul ruffles through his overnight bag and pulls out another robe of similar fabric, folded neatly as if it has just come out of the packaging. “I couldn’t come to your abode without a thank-you gift for your patronage.”

Your heart nearly stops at the sight of this “thank-you gift.” “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Nonsense. This should keep you warm in this rickety, old place. With all of that said, should we get started?”

The both of you decide to tackle math first. It’s not your favorite subject, but better finish it now than later. That doesn’t help algebra from not kicking you in the ass though. Simple equations are nothing, but the longer the math problem, the more it makes you flinch.

“Do you know what a balancing scale is?”

“Yeah?” you reply as if Azul is joking.

“Math is exactly like that. You need both sides to be equal in order for it to appear straight.” Azul scoots closer to you, pencil pointing at your textbook. “To find out the missing number, you have to use everything else to make the other side equal. Let’s start here.” He leans over, using his pencil as a guide for your eyes.

His closeness adds heat to your skin. You try to keep your focus on his mentoring, but your heart is pounding like dough being slapped onto a cutting board. Azul is so deep into his mini lesson that he doesn’t seem to notice your stiffness.

“You seem a little too good at this,” you mutter.

Azul snickers. “Math is quite like alchemy. You cannot make less or more than what the ritual requires. If a factor is missing, you have to equal everything out. I hope this makes more sense.”

“Me too…”

Upstairs, now that you’re all cozy for the night, you complete the look with your new silk robe, similar to Azul’s in style, but colored blue to bring some color into your wardrobe. The new fabric scent whiffs into your nostrils like the spring breeze. You feel guilty for accepting such a gift, but you don’t want to hurt Azul’s feelings by returning it.

Speaking of him, he knocks on the door, and you permit him entrance. He enters the room with your school books in hands. “You left these back in the foyer.”

“Oh…right. Thank you, Azul.”

Azul carefully sits them on your nightside table. “Would you mind if I studied alchemy with you?”

“With me? I’m about to pass out soon.”

“Well, maybe my read-along will help you with that.” He sits himself on the right side of the bed and watches you join him on the other side. He opens his book wide enough that you can read along with Azul if you like. Azul has you lean against his arm as he utters the text he’s gone over dozens of times. Your eyes drift to the old sketches of ingredients and ancient painted text as he vocalizes each word on the pages. Azul’s left fingers play with the end strands of your hair. Just as he predicts, you fall away from the real world into the darkness of sleep. By the time Azul decides to stop studying for the day, he chooses to rather stay and make you comfortable than to take the guest room alone.

[rc-catalog]

It's that time again—our Creator of the Month event is back in full swing!

Our April Creator of the Month is @cursedbycain! 🎉 Please join us in giving a big round of applause to Aditi for her incredible creativity and contributions—this spotlight is so well deserved! 🌟 To help you get to know her better, we’ve put together a short interview where she shares a little bit about herself and her work ✨! Welcome to the COTM hall of fame, Aditi! We’re so excited to celebrate you this month and beyond! 🫶

💬 1) INTRODUCE YOURSELF! Tell us a little bit about who you are—not just your name, but what inspires you, what you love, and how you would describe yourself beyond your creations !!

🎤: I’m Aditi! I’m in my 20’s and I’m Indian Canadian! I am a chronic gym rat and probably the most annoying morning person you will ever meet. I love all things makeup/fashion/skincare and of course, Cain is basically the loml, despite being a blonde. My main inspiration is of course my loves Elle and Agatha (@kazu-naito and @agattthaa respectively). I make a lot of things either for them or because of them and I could probably talk about them forever so I’ll cut myself off here! There isn’t much else to know about me, pretty much all I do is gym, study, write, and clean. My friends like to refer to me as “insane” but i prefer “organized” so if that doesn’t sum it up, I’m not sure what will.

💬 2) WHEN AND HOW DID YOU FIRST DISCOVER ROMANCE CLUB? What drew you in, and what made you stay? Were there particular characters, stories, or moments that left a mark on you?

🎤: So my first interactive romance game was actually the Love Island game, and because of my interest in that subreddit, Reddit suggested the Romance Club sub! So I downloaded the app, started a story, instantly disliked the artstyle, and then forgot about it for a month! Then I tried it again and started with KFS for the Indian culture, fell absolutely HEAD over heels for Ram, and I was hooked! Funnily enough, I started playing during a diamond rush and thought the free diamond choices was some crazy glitch. But finding out that they have these events was so incredible that I couldn’t stop playing.

💬 3) HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CREATING? Can be both RC related and in general! what first sparked your passion for it? Think back: when did you realize you wanted to create—whether it was writing, art, or something else?

🎤: In general—we’re coming up on probably 6 or 7 years? I have ALWAYS loved reading and when I discovered fanfic and how much I loved reading fics, I started to constantly come up with ideas and send them to people in asks (this has not changed) and eventually I would think—well instead of sending requests for other people to write things…why don’t I just write it myself? And then I did! I’ve been writing on and off since then, for various fandoms and people and I’ve always loved the outlet it gives me! For RC—I am quite new to the fandom in all honestly, I started playing right around the Feb update and I didn’t start making content until late March/beginning of April! I love participating in fandoms and this one is a bit smaller than I am used to, which meant not nearly enough fics to satisfy my insane urges, so I figured I would write some!! So technically I’ve been creating for a month but wow, it feels so much longer.

💬 4) DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST EVER CREATION? Again, can be RC related or in general! What was it, how did it feel to bring it to life, and looking back now, how do you feel about it?

🎤: I have a vague memory of my first fic, but it is so horrible that I’m gonna talk about my first RC creation instead! I started with a CainLane fic (who could’ve guessed) after yapping in Elle’s inbox about them for a month! I sent her an anon about the idea around the end of March, and then I wrote it! It was basically a fic about Lane being trapped in Baal’s domain and her small interactions with Cain! It was a random idea that came to me, and writing it was actually really satisfying! Characterizing Cain was slightly challenging since it was my first time writing him, and I hate writing things that are OOC, but after some satisfying workshopping, it turned out quite nicely! I hadn’t written fanfiction in about a year, and it shows in that fic, but honestly I still like the way it turned out!

💬 5) IS THERE A PIECE OF ADVICE YOU WOULD GIVE TO YOUR YOUNGER CREATIVE SELF? Or readers in general?

🎤: This is gonna sound so cheesy, but have fun!! I used to literally burn myself out trying to stick to scheduled fic postings and crazy challenges, and writing would almost feel like a chore? Don’t let that happen to you. Above all, creating should make YOU happy. Even if something gets no notes, if you’re proud of it and creating it made you feel good, it’s a win. Everytime my friends mention their “flops” (oh yeah I’m calling you out) I wanna shake them because it really does not matter! NEVER let that kind of stuff discourage you. Focus on creating things that fulfill YOU and not others, because as wonderful as external validation feels, internal validation is so much more important.

💬 6) CHOOSE 3-5 OF YOUR FAVOURITE WORKS AND RAMBLE AWAY! We want all the behind-the-scenes thoughts: What do these pieces mean to you? What inspired them? Were there any struggles you faced while creating them? What emotions or memories are tied to them now?

🎤: Giving me permission to yap is so dangerous of you guys, alright lets do this! In no particular order:

Haircut - Cain x Lane — This fic holds a very special place in my heart because domestic fics are my absolute favourite. I also consider this to be my first proper CainLane fic since it’s in third person and more in character. Like many of my fics, it was inspired by something Elle said about how hilariously well groomed they are in HSR. It was such a funny idea, giving an immortal angel a haircut in the middle of a literal apocalypse that I just really wanted to bring it to life! Sometimes I find it hard to characterize Lane in relaxed moments like this, since the poor girl is always so stressed but it fell into place quite well! I also LOVE to incorporate found family moments of the squad into my fic and I pictured the ending of this one a lot. This fic is still so comforting to me and I honestly love it.

Rooftop - Cain x Lane — You know, you might as well call this interview an ode to Elle with the way she’s inspired all of my stuff. Once again, this is all her doing. I was halfway through my treadmill routine when I checked tumblr and saw her message and damn near fell off. No good morning message, just “lol, imagine lane finds cain crying alone and he immediately puts the mask back on when he notices”. There was nothing funny about this, I cannot believe she started this with lol. Anyways, I had already been left wanting by the rooftop scene in the update (seriously, we couldn’t get a kiss or something?), so I figured I would, in fact, write the loml crying because well, everyone needs a good cry. This was my first time writing Cain being vulnerable, and it took some workshopping. He’s such a guarded character, and crying felt almost OOC for him, so I wanted to make it feel right, which I think I managed! This one really does mean a lot to me. I really enjoy writing vulnerable moments like this, especially with Cain. As Agatha likes to say, he’s just a doll Elle likes to poke and I have joined her in said poking.

Eternity - Cain x Lane — Okay this is just embarrassing now uh this is ALSO inspired by Elle. She told me to make him cry again and I said “well, give me a reason” and she did, and I wrote it in less than two days. So this is probably the best fic I’ve ever written. I wanted to extend the scene where Cain visits her in s2 and sleeps on her lap, and just flesh it out. Elle, of course, brought up Lane’s mortality and how Cain would think about that and his feelings about it. Of course, the thought of this made me cry, and then I wrote him crying. I’ve never written a fic this descriptive and like flowery. It made me really nervous, but I loved the way it turned out. I probably edited it over 10 times to get all the metaphors and feelings of pain in there. Cain is a really complex character, which is part of the reason I love writing him, but it also means I am always doubting my characterization of him. With some lovely help from Agatha, I managed to work out his crying in a rather beautiful way, if I do say so myself. I honestly find myself rereading this fic whenever I’m particularly in a sad mood and just want to wallow a bit. The ending always makes me feel better though, and I always come back to it.

Unlocked - Yan x Lane — This is probably one of the fics I reread the most. I may be a dmitryan truther but don’t get me wrong…Dmitry can’t handle all that and I can! I honestly just love Yan, I think he’s such a sweet character and I just really wanted to expand on this small moment we got in the update. In a book like HSR I am always cravingggg these happy moments so this was a very self indulgent fic. The premise of this one was very random tbh, I kinda just let it come to me as I was writing. Normally I have a vague plot when I start a fic but with this one I was just like, well he’ll get in there and figure it out. I wanted there to be some smut but it didn’t feel right in the context of the scene. I was also very nervous writing this one because there are no YanLane fics on here, so I was really going in blind. Normally, I like to read a few fics to see how other people characterize who I’m writing about before I do my take. I was honestly surprised this did well, I didn’t realize YanLane was popular at all. But more importantly, I really like it! It’s a very comforting soft fic for me to reread.

Hate me harder - Cassiel x Audrey (18+) — Okay a wonderful change of pace here, this one was for Agatha not Elle! She tolerates so much CainLane from the both of us that I had to write this for her. She made a post about how Cassiel and Audrey should have slept together in season 1, and I was just very inspired by it? I think that’s my favourite thing about writing, if I want something to happen, I can just write it happening. The scene in the hallway where he tells her, “I’m gonna lock you in a closet” was genuinely so funny to me. They have such good chemistry in that first season, I love a good enemies to lovers moment. I hadn’t written full smut in a long time so I actually had to go back and consult some of my old smut fics and jog my memory a bit! But the banter during the sex was actually really easy to write, I really enjoyed that part of it. I don’t reread this one as often but I do really like it. I hope to write more for them but their dynamic doesn’t come to me as easily as CainLane and YanLane, which is probably because I’ve played HSR almost ten times now. But ABH is definitely a banger for me so I’m excited to see the ending and write some more Audriel.

🌟 Thank you so much for joining us, Aditi, and for sharing your incredible creativity with us! Your work has truly enriched the RC fandom, and we’re so grateful for everything you’ve contributed. Keep creating, inspiring, and making this community even more amazing! And a huge thank you to you, the reader!! You help us keep the catalog going strong. We appreciate you being a part of this amazing journey! 💛

[6rookie-writer0110]

I will stay with you right now

Donna Paulsen. X Male Reader

Request - Hello, I hope you are well, I saw that you wrote a story with Rachel, could you do one with Donna in which the reader is dating her?

Donna is by the copier machine and she is alone. You walk into the room and stand behind her and you put your hands on her waist.

“Hey beautiful” You whispered

She turns around and she puts her arms around you.

“Hey, handsome. I barely saw you today” Donna said.

“I know. I got double the workload and all morning I was at court. I won the case, he confessed to the crime -”

Donna starts to kiss you and you start to kiss her back.

“I’m happy you won, but I just wanted to kiss you” Donna smiled

“You should do it again” You smirked

You and Donna are dating in secret. You are a lawyer but she isn't your secretary. But you and Donna would sneak around just to kiss each other. You and Donna have been dating for almost a year now, she means everything to you.

“Come over to my place?” Donna asked

“I thought you would never ask,” You teased.

“Such a dork” Donna giggled.

You start to kiss her again and your hand is on her ass. She stopped and wiped the lipstick off your lips.

“What was that for?” You asked

“We have to stop before someone walks in,” Donna said.

“Well, that sucks. But I can't wait to see you tonight” You said.

“Don’t forget the wine” Donna said

“I still remember which one is your favorite,” You said

“Good to know. Don't be late” Donna said

You kiss her cheek then you leave the office. Donna gets back to work and she can't wait to be alone with you. She couldn't stop smiling then she went back to her desk.

Donna doesn't like hearing certain female co-workers talk about you. Everyone assumes you are single and they try to flirt with you. She would want to say something to them but she can't. She starts to ignore the conversation and she can't wait to go home.

After work, Donna went home and changed into her pajamas. She starts to cook dinner and she looks at the time. You did arrive with two bottles of wine

“I wasn't sure if you wanted white or red or just both,” You said

You follow her into the kitchen and you put the bottles on the kitchen island. Before you can say something else, she grabs your tie pulls you closer to her, and starts to kiss you. You have your arms around her body and you don't stop kissing her.

“I missed you too” You teased.

“Just glad you are here,” Donna said.

“Did something happen?” You asked

“What makes you think that?” Donna asked

“When I was leaving to see my client, I saw you glaring at someone,” You said

“Fine, I was glaring at someone. She kept talking about how she flirted with you and she wanted you to ask her out. I know you don't flirt with anyone in the office-”

“Donna, I’m going to stop you there. I don't want anyone else and I didn't flirt back with her. You are so much better than her in every way” You said.

You held her hands and she couldn't help to smile.

“I do trust you, Y/N. I just don't like it someone flirts with you” Donna said

“I know. You have nothing to worry about” You said.

You kiss her on the lips.

“Go change. You still have the clothes you left here from last time and it's clean” Donna said

“Good” You smiled

You went to change clothes. You eat dinner with Donna and you try not to talk about work. You just want to relax with your girlfriend. You and Donna don't live together, but most of the time you are at her condo. After dinner, you cuddle with her on the couch, she is lying on top of you. And you start to play with her hair while watching the movie with her.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

You haven't been spending time with Donna because of work. You have been trying hard to prove your client is innocent but your proof is weak. Your client is being framed for murder and you believe that your client is innocent. And you are in court and you have ten minutes before it starts. You are pacing back and forth in the hallway trying to come up with a strong argument.

“Y/N, come here,” Donna said.

You didn't expect to see your girlfriend. You follow her into the staircase and she is holding a file.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“This will help your case. He is innocent and the video is there. He was at the baseball game but that day was being recorded for a show called Curb Your Enthusiasm. The timestamp is there and he was with his daughter” Donna said

“How did you get this?” You asked

“It was on tv. This is proof, Y/N he couldn't be at two places at the same time. And imagine the traffic after leaving a game” Donna said

“Oh, you are the best!” You smiled

“I know” Donna smiled

You kiss her on the cheek.

“I will see you later,” You said

“Go win the case” Donna smiled

She watched you leave and she headed back to the office. Because of her, you did win the case after it was over you texted her. She couldn't stop smiling at her phone when you arrived at the office Harvey was impressed.

You stand by Donna’s desk pretending to look through the files before giving it to her.

“I heard you, that you won the case which i knew you would” Donna whispered

“Thanks to you. Later at your place?” You whispered

“I will love that” Donna whispered

“And, here are the files that I had to give,” You said

You handed her a piece of paper and then walked away. She watches you walk away then she reads the paper and you have written something on the paper…

Thanks for the help, beautiful. I will see you later at your place

Donna smiled and she ripped the paper. She gets back to work and she watches you through your office. You are on the phone and she stares at you for a few seconds.

[theanxiousghostartist]

TMAGP 40 - Public Image Spoilers

Reactions and Theories

He's American??????

Reactions:

OMG I AM SO EXCITEDDD

Dane Bowie... I misread his name as "David Bowie" (,;

Luke plays Call of Duty lol

I don't like Dane...

Avatar of the Hunt and Web possibly???

Buddy is so oblivious omg

Stay Frosty??? LOL

Gwen's gonna hire someone else???

It's not safe Gwen...

Celia is right, no one technically HAS to do the job...

AO?

Ok, Dane is growing on me lol

They work for the German Government too???

Go Alice go!!!

Wooden puppets?????????

Yes they do my man, they DO count as hostiles!!

Heinrich!!

His voice reminds me of Jared Hopworth??/pos

Buddy, I'm pretty sure you're scared lol.

...face to face?

Is he "immortal" like Nikola?

Ok, so he is the toy, toymaker, and workshop all togther?

ok, so someone else was looking into Fr3d1 beforehand?

Colin was going to help him develop videogames to lure in more victims?

Shut up Dane! /lh Let the man speak!

He's so proud of his 60 Euro chair. I love him.

OoooOo, I'm liking the Stranger vibes.

His previous owner/kid created the rhyme, interesting...

....did he eat them?

Ok, he DID eat them.

He fed on their fear when he killed them. Given that he's an Avatar that makes sense...

It seems that the stories that the kids were telling, fueled Heinrich.

He used him to spread the story and the rhyme...

Heinrich gave toys to kids to scare other kids with and spread stories about him, thereby increasing his power?

KLAUS??? As in the person in Lena's office that Gwen found the tape of???

So that's how he got started eating parents...

So the children who were scared were ok, but the ones who didn't had their parents eaten...

His workshop changes based on the fears of each child, interesting...

Oh, so he's having problems with scaring kids...

He wants to "get with the times" it seems.

Dane, my guy, that's literally what he just said...

So he rarely kills due to police investigations...

Dane, listen to the AVATAR

Oh shit. Well, there goes Dane...

Heinrich if you touch Alice....

Please let him let her go at the end. Please don't let the chair trap her. Please don't let the chair trap her. Please don't let-

I want to start out by saying I love Heinrich Unheimlich so much. He's just a silly 'lil guy. I love how he bought a chair specifically for Colin to sit in. And he was so proud of his chair too. I love him.

Theories:

Dane on the other hand, the best thing I can describe him as is incompetent. There are 3 possibilities why:

The Brief - they didn't tell him enough or he didn't pay attention (which seems out of character?) and he was going in blind

He's incompetent - He was told what to do and he was not good at his job

Starkwell wanted him incompetent - He is incompetent because Starkwell wanted him to be, so he could be a sacrifice. How do you prevent Eldrich Horrors beyond human comprehension from feeding on clients? Well, you give them a meal beforehand! I think that this is the most likely situation from what we currently know of Starkwell.

Heinrich is interesting, especially his story. It was very...eloquent. We know that [ERROR] isn't there so could it be FR3D1's prescence compelled him to some degree?

Based on his statement, it seems that he was given "life" through the stories that children told out of fear. This actually works well for his Avatar set up because he doesn't have to feed as often with these stories circulating (almost how Micheal Distortion "played with his food' as Helen said to extract as much fear as possible from them in the longest period of time). It's also interesting for me that he seems to be more or less retired, which is something we didn't see in TMA. All of the older Avatars, Fairchild, Magnus, Halley, Lukas, etc. were all very active. I wonder if he will be ultimately helpful or hurtful to Alice when everything goes down...

Another thing about Heinrich is that he encompasses everything around him: the toy, the toymaker, the factory - He is all of it. This could mean that Avatars are very much tied to their domains in TMAGP (like how the Distortion is in TMA). They are one. "Does your hand in any way own your stomach?"

As for Klaus from Heinrich's statement, I believe this Klaus to be the same one from Lena's office (that I believe she was supposed to kill). It would make sense: he experienced a fear, was driven to the OIAR, and fell victim to it (like Sam and Celia).

Two more things and then I'll stop ranting lol.

Gwen's new hire - Gwen is going to drag someone else into the OIAR apparently, so I have to make a couple guesses on who it will be: I think it would be really cool to see Melonie, Tim, Daisy, or Sasha come work for the OIAR, especially Sasha as she was almost the Archivist (and was Gertrude's pick of a successor). I doubt it will be anyone that we've already met: Georgie, Gertrude, Gerry, Basira, or Helen as they seem to have already established places in TMAGP. It also cannot be Jon or Martin as they are dead in this universe. I have 3 choices for who I think it will be: One of Gertrude old assistants - out of these I think Emma Harvey, who was a servant of the Web (although, I would absolutely love to see Micheal Shelley), a minor character from TMA (aka someone who had a statement and left) - I think Joshua Gillespie (Ice dude), or someone completely new. Either way, this plot point will be very interesting!

Starkwell has a contract with the German government. Starkwell, a private company tied to the Fears in some way, has a contract with the German government. I really don't like the sound of this as this fact means that there is precedent for Starkwell to work with governments, and could be working for a bunch of different countries. If they are indeed trying to feed the Fears or prepare a ritual (my theory), they will have a lot easier time doing so.

No Bingo updates!

I am VERY excited to see where this goes in S2 Act 2! See ya at the next episode. :D

[nabi-unveiled]

I like how most of the time you seem to try and understand all of the characters. sometimes it helps me see things I missed.

But you aren't doing that with something's not right.

Why do you hate ba woo so much? I dont get it. Ji hoon is annoyingly clingy.

Hey Anon!

First off, I'm happy to hear that you typically like how I approach things. There are a few different things to unpack in your message. But warning: This is lunch break, and I have no time to think as carefully as I normally would. I cannot promise that I will word things eloquently.

Let's start with this one:

But you aren't doing that with something's not right.

I am doing that with Something's Not Right. But I haven't been writing detailed meta for that particular show so you haven't seen that process. You've seen the conclusion not the processing.

In short, I looked at things from Ba Wu's perspective too. I did. But when I judged his actions, even taking his perspective into account, I didn't like what I found.

Ji hoon is annoyingly clingy.

I could go with a simple "I love him, your honor" to excuse everything this sunshine does. I'm certainly doing that for reading the diary which I didn't think was his best move. But I'll elaborate as I have seen a few people say he's too clingy.

He is clingy, but I don't agree that he's overly clingy.

Yes, Ji Hun prioritizes Ba Wu. In high school, he changed the direction of his life to try and stay with Ba Wu. In a high school drama, where we didn't have a designated piner telling the story, people would have found that sweet.

But you know what Ji Hun DIDN'T do when Ba Wu quit music? He didn't quit too. He may have went to the same college as Ba Wu, but he's developed his own friend group. A friend group that doesn't know Ba Wu well, and a friend group that we see him FREQUENTLY hang out with without Ba Wu. Ji Hun HAS built a life for himself outside of Ba Wu. He just really wants Ba Wu to be a part of it.

Have we seen Ba Wu's friend group? If you don't count Ha Min who is a new addition to Ba Wu's life, no. We've seen him work in the cafe and study alone in the library. As Ha Min said, he's way too easy to find. He might SAY he wants a life outside of Ji Hun, but he hasn't taken a lot of steps to build one. And he gives confusing and mixed messages to Ji Hun on a regular basis. For the record, it's also possible that Ba Wu chose the college after Ji Hun. We don't know for sure how that went down.

I also think it's important to remember the time frame of this show. The modern timeline is essentially one day per episode. We're seeing what happens in the course of the week.

What people may see as clingy (the phone calls, seeking Ba Wu out) are signs that he is actively reaching out to Ba Wu to try and figure out what's going on with his best friend.

But you know what - if my bestie of over a decade suddenly said they wanted nothing to do with me and stormed out in the middle of a meal, I'd be actively trying to figure out what was up with my friend too. Even without the added layer that (I believe) Ji Hun very much has an "unrequited" love story too.

If my bestie said even a few of the things that Ba Wu has said to Ji Hun in the span of essentially a couple of days, I'd be immediately loading into my car and driving 5 hours to their doorstep. Because SOMETHING was up, and friends don't let friends drown in pain or spiral alone. There have been too many suicides in my life for me to let a "it's none of your business" from someone close to me just slide without making sure it was an actual boundary and not something more.

Ba Wu has YET to communicate in the sincere, honest way Ji Hun would need to understand that his friend (and person he loves) is really okay or to grasp what's actually going on. As Ji Hun repeatedly said and Ba Wu should know anyways as his best friend, he needs it spelled out for him. And yes, there were ways for Ba Wu to do this step without confessing his love.

Add in that losing Ba Wu even as a friend has always been Ji Hun's worst fear. Add in that Ba Wu essentially walked away from what was always his dream. Add in that Ba Wu seems generally unhappy and depressed. Ji Hun's actions make a lot of sense to me. If anything, I don't think he's been in his business enough. As I said, I would've been considering a road trip after episode 1. Loaded up and driving after episode 2.

Why do you hate ba woo so much?

Hate's a strong word. Essentially, he's a college student. For part of the show (the flashbacks), he's a high school kid. He's figuring himself out. I don't think he's a villain. But I definitely don't like him, and I don't think Ji Hun and him will be good together.

In basic terms, I can't ship it. He can go get with Ha Min. That's fine I guess. I don't like either one of them. Ha Min may be getting negative energy by extension though. I honestly haven't thought about him much at all.

Ba Wu has "loved" Ji Hun since high school. I fully believe Ji Hun has loved him that long too.

Ba Wu decided that the relationship was impossible. Ji Hun did too.

Both ended up in their own "unrequited" love story.

With unrequited love, there are choices - cut ties, confess, or stay silent/stay in the friend zone.

Ji Hun chose the latter. He decided that Ba Wu was important enough to him that he wanted to remain in his life and do everything he could to make Ba Wu's life the best possible even if he really wanted more. I also figure he was biding his time until Ba Wu decided he was interested in dating. Remember, Ba Wu directly told him that he didn't want to date, and Ji Hun implicitly trusts Ba Wu. Jealousy would eventually prompt Ji Hun to take action. We already see that.

I'll also add in that some of Ji Hun's statements like "I treat all of my friends this way" are a direct response from him thinking Ba Wu will cut him out of his life if he asks for too much. His "ambiguity" or "obliviousness" is him trying desperately to not ask for too much from Ba Wu.

On the other hand, Ba Wu can't decide. He confesses, and then he takes it back. He cuts ties, but then he calls him up. Which...I'm actually okay with that fickleness. It's not great to do, but figuring stuff out is hard. I wouldn't judge him if he did decide to cut ties and did so cleanly too.

You know what makes me dislike him? He's mean to Ji Hun. His words are sharp and targeted. His actions too. And not in the type of playful, sarcastic way that I enjoy. The friends do that type of roast. They just take it too far especially since Ji Hun isn't giving that energy back. It should be obvious to them (in ep 5) that he's hurting.

I need to clarify that I'm adding a layer of judgment onto Ba Wu here, because I think Ba Wu DOES have the right words to use. Some people struggle to word things. Some people don't know that their words are painful. That has to be considered for some characters. But from what we know of Ba Wu from his diary and narration, he can use words and use them well. We see him do it with Ha Min. But with Ji Hun? He's choosing either to not use his words or to use them in a hurtful way. It's a choice not lack of skill.

I considered whether it was just lashing out in pain. And it IS coming from him finding his "unrequited love" to be painful. Ba Wu does it because he's trying to protect himself and his own heart. But that's also why I don't think they'd be good together.

Ba Wu will prioritize himself. Ji Hun will prioritize Ba Wu. Ji Hun is too gentle to stop/counter Ba Wu's self-sabotage and he isn't the type to be able to figure out the difference between a mean word said in pain and a mean word said in sincerity. He's going to feel every one of them as a small knife cut to his heart. He will believe Ba Wu's words.

This relationship will shred Ji Hun's soul over time, because Ba Wu will resort to this behavior EVERY time there is a problem in their relationship. Ba Wu will lash out and run, and Ji Hun will run after him and slowly bleed to death.

Yeah, I don't ship it.

They both need something different in a partner than what the other can provide.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

they are!!! Although some things have certainly changed, they both do see eachother as kindred spirits

Cj left when kwazii was only 10 years old in my au. When he left it was only supposed to be for 2 years MAX. A long trip for a bigger reward kind of deal. Maybe one of his last long trips ever. It was explained to kwazii that the trip would be too rough for a little kitten and that cj just needed to satisfy his free spirit for a bit.

When he came back he'd share his treasures and stories with them. Kwazii wasn't mad that cj was leaving for so long, because he understood it as some sort of innate need- like a calling of the sea or whatever. Although he was still very sad... Cj told him to use it as an opportunity instead. An opportunity to grow bigger and faster and stronger and kinder.

Meanwhile? Write to him in a journal until cj got back. Cj promised he'd read everything too.

They met again over an entire decade later. Things had fundamentally changed both of their lives... I won't spoil how for now though...

When cj saw kwazii for the first time- he hadn't even realized it was kwazii. He thought either his mind was playing tricks on him again (he was... very isolated in the amazon....) or that maybe it was... another son of his he lost a long time ago....

Of course, at that point kwazii had spent years searching for his grandad before he... sort of realized that cj was probably gone entirely. The hope always lingered, but even after he became an octonaut he still searched... and then he found his sunken and shattered ship. Only making it out with half the medallion treasure map.

Even though everyone seemed so excited about kwaziis tale in "the amazon adventure" I couldn't help but notice that quick sad face he had after talking about his grandad, that no one even noticed. (Dang bro)

So yeah no wonder he fainted the second he realized calico jack,his long lost grandad, was still alive 💀

I won't say all the reasons WHY for this next bit but... well, calico jack deeply wanted to keep kwazii for himself... but while he did see how happy and loyal kwazii was to his new crew- the octonauts- he also... the main reason he let kwazii go without any open bitterness, was because... he knew kwazii would be safer with them instead of him.

Kwazii was a miracle that was still alive, still happy, and still so innocent and good. He would not ruin that. He couldn't bare to let kwazii get hurt that way because of him. Because of how much he selfishly wanted to keep kwazii all to himself.

Yes he got swept away in the joy of seeing grandson again,his kit, after so long and offered him to stay with him- but when kwazii softly refused- he put on a smile, said he understood and that he had a hearty crew, and that kwazii was a good pirate and a brave octonaut. He promised to keep in touch with kwazii and they call or message wachothwr at least once a day if they can.

Hes still kind and patient and a good teacher and grandad to kwazii. And as the years went buy they spent more time together as it became easier and easier, esp with cj eventually becoming an octo agent. Kwazii is almost like a time capsule to cj now. Sure hes more grown up but he's so proud of all thats kwaziis grown.

Only difference that happens as time goes on, is that kwazii worries about cj too.

Anyways im insane over them, trust that this is gonna hit way harder later 🥰

@sc6rl3t figured u may be interested lol

Hi i am new here did you have nay head canons for little kwazii and calico jack interactions because i really need some cj and kwazii time

(Loved your head canons and i will going to read about the au after that)

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I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON MY DARLING ORANGE CATS :> ( feel free to share ur thoughts in comments <3)

First off I just wanna say that they are KINDRED SPIRITS

Canonically cj (calico jack) is extremely patient,understanding, and gentle with kwazii. Hes extremely generous, even giving his own golden treasures to decorator crabs who needed them for protection, with little hardship. The treasures he cared most about was literally KWAZIIS BABY PICTURE BOOK-

Even when kwazii was so little and Itty bitty that he couldn't talk he still gravitated towards his grandad!he was huge and giant and let kwazii climb all over him even when his tiny claws dug into him!

More under the cut, they make me want to cry

He had a big hat and pete the parrot was his best friend!!! And once when kwazii was little and he was collecting treasure for him momma (shells and sea glass <3) a HUGGGEEE SNAKE MONSTER tried to eat him! But CJ saved him!!! Cj saved him and laughed kindly to the snake before setting it off with a stern warning. He wasn't even in big trouble either, he just got some tips, some candy, and was made to promise to always be care and use his ears.

He felt safe.

Cj was always there to listen to his yapping and yammering and genuinely care and use it as opportunities to teach him lessons and about the world. He really did help him appreciate the smallest details of the world and how to be gentle with the world and all of its creatures.

Cj also had a tradition with all kittens and kiddos he knew, and that was treasure hunting 🗣 during it, bot only would he spend time with the lil ones one on one, but he'd also teach them survival and tracking skills!!! Definitely was very useful to kwazii

About how cj saw kwazii though? Oh kwazii was a spark of life itself-

Kwazii adored calico jack. Kwazii wanted to show him everything! Kwazii was so little yet he seemed to care and and takeevery little lesson cj tried to share so seriously!!! He'd worry if his own shadow was lonely and he's tried to make sure the sea birds on the ship knew they were welcome to play swords with him too. Of course those sentiments and ideas weren't exactly plausible, but it was the heart behind them.

Honestly? It reminded him of maddie in a way. How fiercely in love she was with her people. But kwazii took it even further since it seemed like he was in love with every single aspect of the entire world. And he just kept growing day by day too.

They just understood eachother in a very special way, and they made eachother even more alive.

Cj was known as a more free spirit, often doing his own treasure hunts on his lonesome. There were some times where he took kwazii along, but for longer trips kwazii had to stay with the rest of their family. But cj understood kwaziis need for exploration and freedom, the same kind that a bird feelings and needs when it takes off to fly. And kwazii knew cj understood too.

Cj also always made kwazii laugh too

[sarnai4]

School

This isn't a trailer because I don't have the ideas figured out yet, but here is what I'm thinking. I want to write a fic where the ATLA crew is in the modern world and in school together. So, it's one of those K-12 types of schools. The bending still exists in this au. Here's how I'm imagining the characters.

Aang: He's well-liked and easily the most popular kid his age. He will sometimes pull good-natured pranks on the stuffy teachers. He hates tests and it doesn't help that he doesn't study much for them either, but Katara helps him come up with strategies so that he doesn't just flunk out. He lives with some adopted siblings who are also airbenders.

Katara: She's an honor roll student who is even more 100% than her grades sorta a teacher's pet. No one picks on her for this, though, because they still know that it's not wise. She's the student other students go to when they have a problem since she's always trying to help. She's a tutor for most courses. She and Sokka live with Gran Gran.

Sokka: He's the class clown, but he's also an amazing student. No one sees it coming, but he's probably got the best grades out of everyone. He just also messes around a lot and goofs off with Aang. So, the teachers don't know whether to love or hate him. He's got a part-time job to help out so that he can be the man of the house. He still starts off a bit controlled by what he thinks typical roles for men are, but Suki will get that out of him.

Toph: She's an alright student. The teachers like her since she seems nice enough. Her parents also gave a big donation which helps but she's got a totally different persona outside the school. Only her friends are this side. She and some other rebellious people regularly make things difficult for the shady police chief.

Zuko: He's a good student who's often grouped together with the popular/tough students. He isn't actually mean, but it's difficult for him to really bond with the others at first since he's awkward around nice people. So, he is normally around his sister which makes students assume he's going to be mean too. His home life is rough, but things get better for him after he finally befriends the Gaang.

Suki: She's a pretty good student, but she does better with tests and presentations than papers. She is the captain of most sports teams. She is not letting anyone get picked on around her and couldn't care less if she doesn't have bending. She also runs a self-defense/martial arts club.

Azula: She's a great student and the classic mean girl. She knows she can get away with anything and makes the most of that. She has completely dominated the principal and her dad's the mayor, so she believes she's above just about every law in town.

Ty Lee: She's not a great student, but she's popular. She's one of the cheerleaders and has probably dated almost every guy her age and older in the classes. She doesn't want to be in the mean group, but she's known Azula since she was little and is too scared to really stop her from hurting people.

Mai: She's a good student who the teachers like. Other students aren't sure if she's in the mean group or not. She's normally around Azula, but it's mostly because that's where Zuko and Ty Lee are. She can be a bit harsh with some students if she feels like they deserve it.

Jet: He's an alright student and the bad boy. He started his group to stop bullies, but they've sorta become the problem now. He hangs around Zuko some and views him as a friend (however reluctant).

Haru: He's a decent student and a quiet person in school. This makes him an easy target for some bullies, but he also secretly stands up for weaker kids.

Teo: He's a pretty good student who does a lot with robotics. He's got heart and doesn't let fear of people (Azula) get the better of him.

Bumi: He's the PE teacher who almost kills the kids every single day makes it a bit of a challenge. Some students (Aang) love him and others (probably Sokka) hate his class.

Iroh: He's the owner of a cafe (that only offers tea because there is no coffee allowed in his shop). This is where all the kids gather to get some snacks and advice. He's the group uncle for them all even before Zuko's their friend.

Long Feng: He's the principal who enjoys exercising his power (except this doesn't exist over Azula).

Ozai: He's mayor of the town and an awful person just like his regular counterpart. He feels entitled, has as much love as his stone heart can muster for Azula, and hates both his son and brother with a passion that burns worse than his fire.

Hakoda: He is a skipper in the navy. After the murder of Kya, he leaves to try to make the world a safer place.

Zhao: He's a corrupt police chief who cracks down on minor infractions and will get paid off for the serious crimes. In other words, he likes abusing his power.

Gyatso: He's the ethics teacher and Aang's adopted dad.

Gran Gran: She takes care of Katara and Sokka and becomes the group grandma. She has a shop where she sells various items for clothing and other trinkets, but the sales have been going down.

Mechanist: He teaches robotics.

Pakku: He's the (chauvinist) history teacher.

Earth King (Kuei): He's the highly incompetent guidance counselor.

Joo Dee: She's the nurse who is under Long Feng's thumb.

Jeong Jeong: He's the disgruntled philosophy teacher who might just discourage more people than he inspires.

I don't know who teaches math or English classes. I suppose any of the Fire sages could.

[rosetheocto]

…is it stupid that I’m starting to feel kinda scared with how suddenly relevant/“big” the community is getting...?