#also i was thinking about the idea of a food role and realized the role/roll pun so i was legally obligated to make Delicious Roll

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than hugging

Reject the imperfection of your flesh, embrace the perfection of artifice- What? Phyrexia? No, of course not! I meant

[huhjxn]

eavesdrop part II

kim chaewon x fem!soloist!reader

chaewon realized her mistakes and now her mind is plagued with the thoughts of you. she wanted nothing more than to apologize for the damage she's done but it isn't as easy as it seems.

! : swearing, angst (with fluff), harassment, stranger danger, chaewon is sleep deprived

4.0k words

read part I here.

"I'm craving pork belly right now," you said as you looked at your best friend, Kim Sunwoo. "Dude, same. I dreamt of eating pork belly and kimchi last week and I've been craving since," he replied.

"I ate pork belly yesterday with Sooyoung unnie and Hyeju," Park Chaewon said with one of her eyebrows raised as though it was such a big deal. Actually, it really was for both you and Sunwoo.

"Wow, I don't mind you ganging up on me in PUBG but this?" Sunwoo said, rolling his eyes, "Traitor." Gowon smirked as she saw how you looked so betrayed, and continued raising her brow to further provoke you.

"She's so annoying, I swear to god," you said, turning to face Sunwoo, making sure to sound like a Regina George dupe, "Like that face that she makes? Chaewon seriously gets on my nerves every single time."

As a result, Gowon shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at you. You gave her a look that she always does, which made Sunwoo laugh.

Twisting and turning on her bed, a frustrated Chaewon finally sits up and grabs her phone from her nightstand. The glow of the screen was burning her eyes, partly because of its brightness and partly because it's 3:09 a.m. and she hasn't gotten even a minute of sleep. Yena's words kept echoing in her head together with the cruel words that she uttered to you which was accompanied by her bitchy actions.

To say that Chaewon felt guilty would be an understatement. It's been four days since Yena visited her in HYBE and she's been having a hard time sleeping, her mind replaying her encounter with you endlessly. She knew that she needed to make things right but how could she?

Chaewon remembered how she wanted nothing more than to apologize to you when she saw you at Music Bank two days ago. Seeing you stand there laughing with Gowon made her freeze; she watched how happy you looked, your eyes sparkling with joy, the smile on your lips were reaching your eyes, and your overall aura just looked so at ease. It was the complete opposite of you back when she confronted you in her dressing room. Chaewon also knew that if she interrupted you, that beautiful expression plastered on your face would leave faster than the speed of light.

She didn't want to do that; the expression that you wore made you look like a ray of sunshine, and Chaewon doesn't want to be the reason why thunderclouds would dull you up, even if she knows that she already plays that role in your life.

Looking back at her phone, Chaewon felt awful because she wanted to have a decent rest but the thoughts in her mind won't let her. Suddenly, she felt her stomach grumble. 'Well, I don't have anything better to do anyways,' she thought.

Chaewon got up from her bed and grabbed a stray hoodie from her desk chair, and got out of her room, making sure that she wouldn't make any sound. As she was about to go out, she heard footsteps shuffling behind her, "Are you going out?"

The short-haired girl turned around and was faced with their tallest member. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep," Chaewon said exasperatedly, "So I decided to go out and get food."

Yunjin nodded tiredly, rubbing her eyes, "Can you get me some chips too?"

Chaewon smiled at the girl before responding, "Of course, I'll be back in a bit," she said as she exited their dorm.

In all honesty, Chaewon had no idea what she wanted to eat. She is starving, yes, but the amount of thoughts that were already occupying her head was so much that she couldn't think of what to get despite seeing numerous convenience stores as she walked.

The girl decided to enter the next convenience store, knowing that she doesn't have enough energy to walk any longer. Grabbing the basket, she browsed the shelves and searched for the chips that she knew Yunjin liked.

While checking every aisle, Chaewon felt goosebumps all over her skin, which was somewhat unusual. She dismissed it because it was probably just because of the temperature. She then proceeded to grab a few snacks for Eunchae, and decided to settle for a packed meal that needed to be reheated at the counter.

As she was about to pay for her stuff, she could see a figure of a person by her peripheral vision, but decided to pay no mind to it. Besides, it's normal for sleep deprived people to buy at convenience stores at this time… right?

The girl handed her card to the cashier. After paying, the cashier left to microwave her food, so she decided to look behind her and just as she expected, the figure was gone. The cashier returned to the counter to hand her the food, which Chaewon grabbed with a small smile that reflected her exhaustion.

Chaewon left the store and opened her phone to send a quick text to Yunjin,

are you still up? i just left the store, i'm omw back

After hitting send, she placed her phone back in her pocket. It was still relatively dark, and most of the stores were still closed which meant that there were only a few sources of light on the street. Suddenly, she felt goosebumps once again and the unsettling feeling of someone staring at you. As she was about to look behind her, she felt a body collide with hers.

"Kim Chaewon," The girl felt her whole body freeze. She dreaded for something like this to happen, and she now regrets going out, "You're Kim Chaewon, right?" The strange man asked her, his hand on the girl's shoulder, hindering her from making any sudden movements.

She knew how risky it was to wander through the streets at this time, especially since she's alone. Chaewon could feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. 'This is all my fault,' she thought. For once since meeting Yena, her mind was occupied by something that wasn't you, but this frightened her. Nothing could ever prepare her for the danger that she's faced with right now.

Due to her lack of response, the man forcefully shook her, and that's when the tears ran down her cheeks, then suddenly, she heard a voice speak.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chaewon shut her eyes tightly, she felt the man shuffle behind her before he spoke, "Oh, I'm just talking with my girlfriend, we were just arguing but everything's fine and there's nothing here that concerns you."

Chaewon felt the man grip her shoulder tighter, which made her groan in pain, "Are you sure about that? She doesn't seem to be fine."

Suddenly, it clicked. Chaewon did her best to look behind her, and despite her blurry vision due to the tears filling her eyes, she was able to meet your worried pair of eyes. Then, it felt like everything happened in slow motion. Chaewon saw you clench your jaw before lunging towards the man and grabbing him by the collar.

"I swear to god," The short-haired girl shuddered at the calm yet threatening tone you used, "I may not look as strong, but I can definitely take a scrawny guy like you, so unless you want to end up with broken limbs, I suggest you to leave."

You felt immense anger as you stared into the man's eyes which was filled with both worry and annoyance. He tried to pull back, but your grip on his collar was too tight that your knuckles turned white. Suddenly, you let go of his collar which made him lose his balance and fell.

"Fucking bitch," you heard him mutter as he dust himself off then ran from the scene while you made sure to watch him leave. Chaewon stood there silently, not knowing what to do nor what to say. She was grateful for your help but now she doesn't know how to deal with you. With all the pent up stress both from the fears from her situation earlier and your presence, she felt herself cry harder that she couldn't contain the sobs that she let out.

Suddenly being aware of your surroundings once again, your eyes traveled to the girl and you could feel your heart break at the sight. "Chaewon sunbaenim," you said, unsurely. The said girl looked up to meet your eyes but all you could see was the pained expression that she wore. You opened your arms with uncertainty but all the hesitation washed away once the girl lunged forward and wrapped her arms around your waist in an embrace.

Chaewon could feel your arms wrap around her body tightly, and at that moment, she knew that she was safe. No one could hurt her. You were there.

"Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Should I call the cops?" You asked calmly, but the short-haired girl could hear the concern laced in your tone, and she couldn't help the fluttering of her heart accompanied by the warmth of her cheeks, "No," Chaewon answered weakly, "I'm fine, I just—"

Chaewon was interrupted by her own sobs. She felt embarrassed that you had to see her in such a state but the negative thought quickly left her mind as she felt your hand caress her hair and your other hand rub circles on her back, "Let's get you home, okay?"

You waited for the girl's response and you felt her nod. She untangled herself from your embrace and you couldn't help but miss the warmth that she provided. Chaewon started walking before you, and as she was about to reach for the food that she bought which were now on the floor, you held her hand and grabbed the bag with the other.

Chaewon looked up to your face but your eyes were already locked on hers, "Lead the way," you said with a small smile, and the girl could feel her heart explode.

The two of you walked in silence and Chaewon could feel your grip on her hand tightening every now and then as though reassuring her that you were there and that you wouldn't leave her side.

Eventually, you arrived at their dorm and Chaewon slowly unlocked the door before stepping in. "Chaewon unnie, what took you so long?" Yunjin asked before seeing you at their doorstep, "Oh, Y/N-nim, hi!"

You smiled in response as the taller girl ushered you into their apartment. "I was confronted by a stranger, but Y/N saved me from getting harassed," Chaewon said, the exhaustion in her voice was obvious even as she tried to hide it.

Yunjin's eyes widened at the revelation, but decided to drop the topic after getting a look at her leader. She knew better than to pry. The said leader went straight to her room as your eyes were locked on her. After seeing her enter, you handed the bag to Yunjin who accepted it with a smile.

You were about to leave when Yunjin's voice interrupted the silence, "Thank you," she said, quietly. You stared at her in question before she continued, "I heard from Yena unnie that you and Chaewon unnie aren't on good terms," she mentioned, and you wanted to give Yena an earful for not knowing how to keep a secret.

The taller girl smiled at you before continuing, "But I'm really glad that you helped her out." You gave Yunjin a genuine smile before replying, "Of course, I'm sure that if the roles were changed, your leader would've done the same."

She nodded at your words, "You should stay," you stared at her with wide eyes before she tried to clarify what she meant, "If you're not busy, I mean. I think you should stay with unnie for a bit, until she realizes that she's safe."

You nodded before agreeing, giving her one last smile before going towards the direction of Chaewon's room. The pounding on your chest was pretty much uncontrollable, but you chose to ignore it and knock on the girl's door.

"Come in," you heard Chaewon's muffled voice before your hand reached for the doorknob and entered her room. Her back was facing you but it did nothing to ease your nerves, "I just wanted to make sure that you're all settled before I leave," you uttered, hesitantly.

There was a long silence, and you were just about to retreat and leave when you heard her respond, "Can you stay?" Chaewon's voice was soft and unsure, and deep inside, her fears were eating her alive because why would you choose to stay with her when the last time you spoke with each other, she was such a douchebag to you. Despite that, she decided that there's nothing more to lose, "Please?"

With her back still facing the door, Chaewon could hear her heart pounding. After a few seconds, she heard shuffling and the sound of her door closing. She expected it. You didn't have any reason to stay. Her shoulders dropped at the realization that once again, she's all alone, just as she expected.

What she didn't expect though is for her bed to dip behind her, and for a hand to reach out and stroke her hair. Chaewon's tears began to resurface.

"Of course," you said, glancing at the back of her head, where your hands were playing with some of the strands of her hair, "I'm here."

You stayed.

Her tears started to fall and all she could feel was how drained she was with the week-long overthinking and the incident earlier, but at the same time, you were there with her. She had you, and it feels like that is all she needs at the moment.

You heard a quiet sob coming from the short-haired girl, and you have never felt so lost than you did at that moment. What happened earlier surely struck terror into the girl, and you had no idea how to console her. As a soloist, you were simply responsible for yourself and you didn't have other members to care for. On the other hand, Chaewon came from a 12-member group and is currently a leader of a 5-member group; the difference between the two of you is very noticeable.

All of a sudden, the girl turned and in an instant, you were met with her tear filled eyes. It was cut short because Chaewon wrapped her arm around your torso in a flash, hugging your body closely as though she was clinging for support. And at that moment on, you wanted nothing more than to hold her close regardless if you were on good terms or not.

Chaewon didn't know what came over her; with a sudden boost of confidence, she wrapped you in an embrace, knowing that it is all she needs to get rid of the unwanted thoughts that were clogging her brain. Unexpectedly, she felt your arm drape on her back, pulling her closer to your body as the other hand stroked her hair calmly, and Chaewon could swear that she's never felt more comfortable than she did at this moment.

"You should get some sleep," your quiet voice echoed in the silent room, "You don't have to worry about anything, I'll keep you safe."

The short-haired girl nodded weakly as she felt more tears fall onto your shirt. Chaewon was glad that her face was buried on your body because without a doubt, you would have seen how red she was if her face wasn't hidden.

Despite the fatigue that she felt, Chaewon didn't want to fall asleep just yet; she wanted to enjoy your company and how you held her so tightly against your warmth. Unfortunately for her, the exhaustion is already taking a toll on her and as the minutes passes, her eyelids started getting heavier, and she couldn't help but succumb to the deep sleep that awaits her.

Her body felt heavy all over as she awoke. That was the first time in a short while where she was able to get a good and uninterrupted sleep. However, instead of feeling recharged, she felt as though her body was underneath an elephant and she refused to get up.

But as she was just about to go back to sleep, she realized that her comfortable source of warmth was gone. She tiredly looked around her room and saw that you were nowhere to be found, and there weren't even any signs that you were there.

Chaewon felt disappointed but there's really nothing she could do about it. It's not like you were obliged to stay with her. Heck, she was a bitch to you, you didn't owe her anything. Perhaps she just might even be too spent last night that she imagined everything that happened in her room.

Knowing that there's no way she could sleep without your presence, Chaewon groggily got up from her bed before exiting her room. As she stepped out of the comfort of her private space, she was met with the scent of cheese balls, ramen, and fried chicken which made her stomach growl, 'Right, I wasn't able to eat my food,' she thought.

She then went straight to the kitchen area where she froze at the sight. There you were, cooking instant ramen while your back was facing the girl. 'She really stayed?'

"Y/N?" Chaewon called out hesitantly. You turned around, a bit surprised at her voice suddenly appearing behind you, "Hey," you said, a small smile forming on your lips, "You're awake."

Chaewon mirrored your expression as she slowly approached you, "Yeah," She looked at the wall clock that showed 12:56 p.m. "I'm sorry, I overslept, where's everybody?"

You returned your focus to the ramen, transferring the contents from the pan to the bowl, "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you were able to rest," you said, "Yunjin and Eunchae went to Kazuha and Sakura sunbaenim's dorm."

Chaewon nodded before taking a seat at one of the chairs. You placed the bowl on the table and prepared the plates and utensils that you and Chaewon were going to use.

The two of you ate in silence aside from the noise coming from the utensils and Chaewon humming at the cheese balls that you made. After having your meal, Chaewon picked up the used dishes and placed it on the sink. You followed her, watching her movements closely.

"I don't mean to pry," you spoke softly, "But how are you feeling?" 

Chaewon leaned on the sink as she faced you, "I'm feeling much better now," she uttered softly, she looked up to meet your gaze and it took everything in her to maintain eye contact. She watched as you grinned, "That's a relief."

There was a short moment of silence until the girl cleared her throat, "Listen, Y/N," she started, "I would like to thank you," Chaewon said, studying your face, "I don't know what would've happened if you didn't show up."

You responded with a tight-lipped smile before speaking, "You shouldn't worry about it," you sighed before continuing, "You're stronger than you think, I'm sure that you would've been able to take him down even without me," you said, light-heartedly.

Chaewon gave a small chuckle before getting serious once again, "Also, I've been wanting to talk to you," she started. The short-haired girl lowered her gaze to the floor, avoiding your curious eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Chaewon prepared herself to finally say what she's been meaning to tell you, "I wanted to apologize," she said, softly, stealing a glance at you but immediately returning her gaze to the floor as though it is the most interesting thing that she ever laid her eyes on. 

"I was so rude towards you after the shoot, I said mean things, I–" Chaewon inhaled deeply before speaking, "I'm really sorry. I was such a jerk." 

Chaewon finally found the courage to meet your gaze and continued, "You didn't deserve any of that, and I'm really sorry," she felt her heart pounding, finding your expression frightening because she couldn't read you one bit, "I overheard you talking in your dressing room once, and I thought that you were slandering me." 

"It was wrong for me to immediately assume that you were talking about me without properly confronting you about it, and my actions during our confrontation were inexcusable," Chaewon dropped her gaze once again, her hand subtly shaking because of the nerves, "I'm really sorr–" 

"I know."

Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around Chaewon's shaky ones which caused the girl to widen her eyes in disbelief, she looked up and was finally met with your eyes, "I know the reason behind your meltdown," you started, "I was just waiting for you to approach me and apologize." 

Chaewon stared at you curiously, "What do you mean you know? How?" 

You chuckled at her confused expression and the absurdity of your answer, "Yena unnie," Chaewon already knew what you were about to say, "Our friend can't really keep a secret, you know?" 

The short-haired girl nodded, her cheeks tainted with pink hue due to embarrassment as well as realizing how close your distance was, "I can see how you could misinterpret what I said that day and why you were upset."

You grinned at her and said, "But you still have to make up for it, don't you think?" 

Chaewon smiled shyly before asking, "How can I make it up to you?" You could feel your cheeks heating up; the way Chaewon looked at you made you weak in the knees. 

"That depends on you," you said, your voice was barely audible, but due to your close distance, Chaewon was able to hear you loud and clear, "How do you plan to make it up to me?" 

Chaewon's right hand let go of yours which she quickly placed on your shoulder. You stared at her in question, but she only grinned in response as she moved her hand onto your neck.

"Does it really depend on me?" she asked looking into your eyes for the go signal, "You might not like it," she said, with a hint of hesitation in her tone.

"Try me," you could feel your cheeks heating up and you're scared that Chaewon might take notice of it as well, "I am an appreciative person, I'm sure I'll be grateful regardless."

The short-haired girl smirked, taking that as her go signal. Chaewon leaned in closer and you could practically hear your heart pounding, so you closed your eyes in anticipation.

'She's so adorable,' Chaewon thought, rubbing small circles on your neck with her thumb. She leaned closer until she finally planted a soft kiss on your cheek which barely touched your lips. 

After a few seconds, the girl pulled away, searching for your eyes to see your reaction, and she was met with a somewhat disappointed stare, "You know what?" 

Chaewon tilted her head in question like a lost puppy before you continued, "I take it back, I don't think I'm an appreciative person," the girl laughed at your statement, her eyes twinkling with joy, "You weren't grateful with what I gave you?" she asked light-heartedly. 

You shook your head no, "Definitely not," you said with a pout, and Chaewon wanted nothing than to kiss it away. 

And so she did.

Suddenly, you could feel her soft lips on yours and if Chaewon didn't hold onto you, you were sure that you would have melted right then and there. You removed your grasp on her hand and held onto her waist for support, before kissing back.

You could feel her other hand travel to your cheek to keep you closer. Chaewon tilts her head to deepen the kiss, and you just let it happen.

When the both of you pulled away, Chaewon was breathing heavily while you chuckled, "What's funny?"

"We finally did something about that annoying tension," you said, still chuckling. Chaewon laughed with you before replying, "And I'll do it again and again."

And so she did.

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

out of my league | pedri gonzalez [part ii]

🎓 synopsis: Somehow, you managed to make friends in college – well, more like they reached out to you, and now you’re not alone anymore. As your new friendships pull you out of your shell, Pedri seems to be doing the same, but you’re finding it harder than ever to take the next step and let him in. tags: self-doubt, friends-to-maybe-lovers, emotional vulnerability, overthinking. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 3.6k words)

you can read the first part here, or go to the masterlist.

part 1

"No offense, but when was the last time you took a shower?" Alexia asks, wrinkling her nose a little as she drops her bag onto the library table. You’ve been holed up here for hours, losing track of time, losing track of everything, really. To be fair, you did shower this morning, but looking at your reflection in your laptop screen, you realize you must look like a total disaster. It’s not just the exhaustion that’s etched into your face – it’s the way your hair is doing that weird frizzy thing, and how the stress has drained all the color from your cheeks. You want to sob.

There’s also this thing tonight, when you’re supposed to meet Pedri. A date. Well, not a date – a meeting, you remind yourself, because dates are for people who know what they’re doing. You’ve barely been fulfilling your role as his friend lately, let alone anything more. The thought of facing him in your current state sends a rush of panic through you. But this project... it’s taken over every last corner of your brain, squeezing out even the smallest semblance of self-care.

“You don’t get it, Lexi,” you say, rubbing a hand over your tired eyes, “This project is eating me alive. I can’t think about anything else.”

You feel the tears coming before you can stop them, all the pent-up emotion spilling over as the words catch in your throat. “And I have a meeting with Pedri tonight and I look awful.” Your voice breaks, and now you're full-on crying, fat tears streaming down your face. Alexia laughs, but it’s gentle, as she wipes at your tears with the sleeve of her sweater, the fabric smudging across your cheeks.

“A meeting? Is that what you two are calling it now?” she teases.

“Please don't make fun of me right now,” you hiccup, “I’m seriously having a breakdown.”

“You’re not having a breakdown, okay? You’re just tired, probably hungry, and, yeah, you look like a mess, that’s all!” Alexia says, giving you a warm, reassuring smile.

"Do you think I should cancel with him?" you ask between sobs.

"I don't know, baby. What do you want?"

You think about it, really think. All you want right now is a long, hot bath, a warm plate of food, and to binge some mindless Netflix series. The idea of pretending to be put-together tonight feels like more than you can handle.

“Yeah, I think I need some time off tonight,” you say slowly. You look at Alexia, suddenly struck by how composed she looks. Even though you’re in the same class, dealing with the same workload, she always seems to keep her cool. Meanwhile, you’re pretty sure the rest of your study group is scattered across campus in various states of meltdown, just like you. “How come you don’t look like shit, huh?”

“I think it’s because I just don’t care,” she says with a shrug. “It’s just college, you know? I’m not going to let this kill me.”

“You’re crazy,” you mutter, pointing your pen at her face. “But thank you… I guess, for telling me I need a break.”

“Anytime,” she says, beaming at you. “I got you!”

You take a shaky breath and start cleaning your nose with a tissue, already feeling better.

part 2

You stumble into your dorm room, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing face-first onto your bed. After a few moments, you roll over, sighing as you pull out your phone. You know you have to cancel tonight, but the thought of disappointing Pedri makes your chest feel heavy.

You type out a quick message before you can second-guess yourself:

You: 

Hey... 

I know we were supposed to meet tonight, but I’m honestly so drained. 

I think I just need to stay in and rest.

You hit send and toss your phone aside, staring at the ceiling, feeling guilty and relieved all at once. You almost jump when your phone buzzes a second later.

Pedri: 

I get it, don’t worry about it!

Are you okay?

You hesitate before replying.

You: 

Yeah, just really overwhelmed. 

It’s been a week, you know?

There’s a long pause before his response comes through, and you wonder if he’s upset. But when you pick up your phone, you see his message:

Pedri:

Can I do anything to help? Bring you food or something? 

I don’t have to stay if you don’t want, just wanna make sure you’re alright.

His offer feels genuine and, weirdly, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. You think about it for a second and realize that, despite everything, you don’t want to be completely alone tonight.

You: 

Takeout sounds nice. 

I was thinking about just eating junk food and watching movies. 

Nothing fancy.

Pedri: 

I can pick up your favorite and come over? 

Promise I won’t be trouble. 

I’ll just hang out and keep you company if you want. 

Or I can go after dropping off the food. 

Whatever you need.

There’s something so comforting in his willingness to let you set the tone. You don’t feel pressured, just… cared for. 

You: 

Okay. 

That sounds good. 

Pedri: 

Deal. 

I’ll be there in 30. 

You: 

Thanks, Pedri. Really.

You’ve got some time before Pedri gets here, and you decide to make the most of it. It’s Friday night, your roommate’s out, and for once, you have the room to yourself. You push yourself off the bed and head to the bathroom, there’s no time for a full transformation, but you want to feel a little more put-together.

Back in your room, you search for your comfiest pajamas, cute enough that you don’t feel completely bedraggled. You slip them on, pairing them with some fuzzy socks. 

You survey the room; it’s not a complete mess, but it’s far from inviting. Your bed, unmade and a little dull, catches your eye. You grab your favorite blanket and spread it over the bed. The cozy texture instantly brightens the space. Next, you light the lavender-scented candle your mom sent you last semester. 

The laptop goes on the end of the bed, positioned so that two people can comfortably watch a movie together. You prop up a couple of pillows, creating a small nest that you hope will make you feel more at ease when Pedri gets here. You settle on the bed, drawing the blanket over your lap as you scroll mindlessly through your streaming service’s list of comfort movies.

A few minutes later you hear a soft knock on your door and you’re already halfway to the door before you even realize you’ve moved. You pause for a second, taking one last steadying breath, before you open it.

Pedri is standing there, a takeout bag in one hand and a warm smile on his face. He's dressed down, just a hoodie and sweats, and something about the way he looks makes the weight in your chest ease a little. "Hi," he says softly, eyes scanning your face with curiosity.

"Hi," you reply, a little embarrassed by how relieved you are to see him. You step back, letting him in, and he walks past you into the room, setting the takeout down on your desk.

"I brought Thai," he says, holding up the bag with a small grin. "Figured you could use something comforting. I got that spicy noodle dish you like, and a few other things in case you’re not up for it."

You smile, genuinely this time, the warmth spreading through you as you shut the door behind him. “Thanks. That sounds perfect.”

Pedri looks around the room, noticing the little effort you put into making it feel cozy, and his smile softens. "You did all this for me?" he teases gently, nodding toward the candles and the freshly arranged bed.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small laugh that escapes. "I did it for me, actually. But... I guess you can enjoy it too."

He kicks off his sneakers and sinks onto the bed, pulling out the takeout containers while you sit beside him, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease. He’s careful not to invade your space, giving you a little room to breathe, even though you can tell he’s itching to comfort you more.

"So," he says, settling back against the pillows, "what’s the movie for tonight? I’m good with whatever. Just don’t make me cry, okay?"

It’s silly, you know – you two have spent hours talking about your favorite movies, music, and everything in between. Still, there's a part of you that worries about whether he’ll like what you like, whether you’re cool enough in his eyes. Letting him see more of who you are makes you feel oddly exposed. “Actually... my comfort movie is The Terminator, but we can watch something else if you want,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.

Pedri’s eyebrows lift, genuinely surprised. “Terminator? I’ve never seen it.”

Your jaw drops. “What?? Have you been living under a rock?” you exclaim, forgetting your nervousness in the heat of the moment. He laughs, his eyes lighting up, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"Nope, just never got around to it, I guess. I mean, I know it's a classic, but... never seen it," he says, still grinning at your shock.

“Well, we have to watch it now,” you say, more certain than you’ve been all night. "It’s not negotiable."

“Alright, alright,” he agrees easily, shifting to get more comfortable against the pillows. “I trust your judgment.”

There’s a moment, just before you press play, where you’re hyper-aware of how close he is. It’s strange because you’ve never been alone together like this in your room – just the two of you, no distractions, no other friends around to keep things light. You’re both taking things slow, or maybe you’re not taking them anywhere at all. You’ve never really talked about what this is. You just hang out. Sometimes you kiss, sometimes you don’t, but you never ask what it means. Right now, you don’t have a clue where you stand with him or if this is going somewhere.

You press play. Pedri leans back, focused on the screen, and you steal a glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction. But he’s not making fun of you; he’s not rolling his eyes or pretending to be interested. He’s just... watching. And somehow, that feels like a win.

Halfway through the movie, you’re both more relaxed. Pedri’s arm is draped casually over the back of the bed, and you’re leaning just a bit closer to him. The takeout is mostly gone, the containers pushed to the side, and he’s actually into the movie – asking you little questions about the plot and why it’s your favorite. 

He gives you a soft kiss on the temple, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t even look at you when he does it; it's absent-minded, like he’s barely aware of it. But you feel it intensely. Your heart kicks up, and suddenly, the movie’s just background noise – your mind is spinning. You feel the space between you both close in, shrinking to nothing.

You’re not a virgin, but you might as well be. Your experience was limited – just a couple of times with your first and last boyfriend, back in high school. 

With Pedri, things have always felt... safe. But that simple, soft peck on your temple makes you acutely aware that you just invited a boy into your room, alone, on a Friday night. 

Is that why he’s been hanging around for so long? 

You hear Melanie’s voice in your head, mocking you, saying he’d get bored in a month and go crawling back to her. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you shift away from him, putting space between you two. Your heart pounds as you look at him, waiting for a reaction, and he turns to you, eyes widening with instant understanding. He knows. Just by the way you’ve moved, he knows exactly what’s going through your mind.

“Oh –” Pedri’s face goes pale, his voice panicked. “I didn’t mean... I wasn’t thinking, I swear!” He sounds as terrified as you feel.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he rushes to say, his words stumbling over each other. “I’m sorry, I –” He stops, takes a breath, and tries again, his tone softer, more careful. “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I wasn’t trying to –”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, your voice shaky. But it's not fine, not really. You're suddenly too aware of your bare legs under the blanket, of the dim lighting, of how you’ve made your room just a little bit cozier, a little more inviting than usual.

Pedri watches you closely, his expression open, almost pleading. “I’m not here for that, okay? I mean it. I just wanted to hang out, like we always do. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

His eyes are sincere, his voice steady now, and you realize he’s waiting for you to make the call, to decide what happens next. He’s not pressuring you, not pushing. He’s giving you a lifeline, a way back to whatever this was before you started overthinking.

“Okay,” you say, nodding. 

“Do you want me to go?” he asks quietly, and you hate how sad he sounds.

“Yes,” you say, your voice breaking a little. “I’m so sorry. It’s not you, it’s…” You trail off. It’s you. You’re the one who felt your body light up when his lips brushed your temple, the one whose thoughts went straight to sex. Your face burns, a blush spreading hot and fast, making you feel like you’re stumbling back into the awkwardness of puberty. A simple peck, and suddenly you’re overwhelmed, spiraling.

Pedri, who’s always been so good at reading you, catches it all. His eyes widen even more, and you almost laugh at how surprised he looks. But this isn't funny to you. You don’t want him to see you like this, so, so... well, horny. “It’s me, okay? And I...” You struggle to find the right words, your heart racing. “Can you just... can you leave?”

His eyes stay fixed on you, lost somewhere between fascination and panic. You can see it – how he's immersed in the way your face is flushed, in the way you're struggling to catch your breath. He's seeing you in a way he never has before, and part of him likes it – likes that you want him this much, likes that he has this effect on you. But the other half of him is scared, almost as much as you are.

“Um... yes,” he says. He’s nodding, almost on autopilot, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s like he’s drinking in every detail, storing this moment away – the vulnerability in your expression, the way your eyes struggle to meet his. You see the flicker of conflict in his eyes, and it’s not just because he doesn’t want to leave. It’s because seeing you like this makes him want to give you everything, to do whatever you want, forever.

But he knows what you’re asking, and he’s not going to push.

“Yeah, I’ll leave,” he repeats, his words slow and careful like he’s reassuring himself as much as he’s reassuring you. 

He stands there for a second longer, just looking at you, his thoughts a mess of confusion and desire. There’s a moment you think he’s going to stay – going to ignore what you asked and sit back down beside you.

But he doesn’t. He turns, slowly, his eyes lingering on you until the very last moment, afraid to look away. He takes a breath, nodding to himself like he’s coming to a decision, and then he opens the door.

“Okay,” he says one last time, and there’s a small, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. “Goodnight.” His voice is so gentle, and the sound of it almost makes you want to cry.

He steps out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and you’re left alone. You just sit there, staring at the door.

part 3

Ana is telling you and Alexia about her latest rendezvous, this boy from computer science who rocked her world Friday night. It's Monday, and you're just staring at a wall as she talks, wanting to disappear. She’s being quite graphic, and when she notices your reaction, she stops mid-sentence and gives you a weird look.

“You're being weird,” she points out. “Wait. Am I being weird? Is it weird for me to say things like that?”

You shake your head, shifting your gaze to the ceiling instead, feeling the familiar creep of anxiety settling in.

“No. No. I'm weird, you were right the first time.”

“We all know that everyone at this table is weird,” Alexia chimes in. You're at the café you like so much – the one where you first met Pedri. You brought your friends here once, and now it’s become the go-to hangout spot for your group, which is nice... but you kind of miss coming here alone. It used to be your sad, quiet space, where you could brood without anyone pointing it out. Now, you have to deal with their curious stares and concerned comments.

“But now you're both being weirder than usual,” Alexia says, turning back to Ana. “Seriously, Ana, you had sex with Carlos? The guy with the Twitter account for his birds? And you...” She points at you. “What's up with you?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, waving a hand vaguely. “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” Alexia says, clearly not buying it, and Ana just raises her eyebrows like she’s waiting for the real answer to come out. They’re both staring at you now, and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Seriously, I’m just... tired,” you say, but the way Alexia’s lips twist into a knowing smile tells you that she’s already seen right through you.

“Tired,” she repeats, in that sarcastic tone that makes you feel about three inches tall.

“You’re always tired,” Ana adds. “But this is a new level of tired. Like, existential crisis tired.” She’s still sipping her iced coffee as if she’s discussing the weather, which makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

You take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together, but all you can think about is Pedri’s face when he left your room – the way he looked at you like he was trying to memorize every inch of your expression. It’s been looping in your mind ever since, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“I don’t know,” you admit finally, “I just... had a weird weekend.”

Ana narrows her eyes, leaning in conspiratorially. “Weird how?” she asks. “Like my Friday night weird or... your kind of weird?”

Your face flushes at the mention of her Friday night, but you just shake your head again. “No, not like that,” you say, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “Just... complicated.”

There’s a long, loaded silence before Alexia’s face softens, like she’s pieced something together in her head. “Oh,” she says quietly. “Is this about him?”

You don’t say anything, but your silence must give you away because Ana’s face lights up in recognition. “Oh my God,” she says, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did something happen with Pedri?”

“No!” you say, maybe a little too quickly, but they’re already grinning like they know all your secrets.

“Something definitely happened,” Alexia says, giving you a playful nudge. “Spill. Now.”

You sigh, realizing you’re not getting out of this, and you tell them – about the movie, about how everything had felt fine until it suddenly wasn’t, about how Pedri had left with that sad, confused look on his face. You don’t tell them how much it’s been bothering you, though. How you keep replaying the way he said “Goodnight” in your head like it means more than it should.

Ana and Alexia listen in silence, for once not interrupting with their usual commentary, and when you’re done, there’s a heavy pause.

“So...” Ana says slowly, “you freaked out because he kissed you? That’s it?”

You wince, feeling the words hit a little too close to home. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “I freaked out.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Alexia asks, not unkindly. “He likes you, you like him, and you invited him over. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I don’t know!” you say, feeling defensive. “I just – he’s Pedri. And I’m... me. It’s complicated, okay?”

“Everything’s complicated with you,” Ana says, rolling her eyes but smiling at the same time. “You know what I think? I think you need to stop overthinking and just go for it. If you want him, go get him. If you don’t, then stop torturing yourself about it.”

“It’s not that simple,” you say, but even as you do, you can feel a tiny part of you wanting to believe that maybe it could be.

“Well, it should be,” Alexia says, giving you a knowing look. “I’m just saying – life’s too short to sit around being sad in a café about a guy who clearly cares about you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the words get stuck in your throat. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you’ve been making this all harder than it needs to be. But that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

“Just... think about it,” Ana says, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “And don’t do that thing where you talk yourself out of being happy, okay?”

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[stainedglassandpigs]

Ruskaina pt 3

-Laying down some more lore for the main character I think imma do a time jump after this because I wanna write Y/N meeting Rayleigh saurrrr bad . Also I fear imma make y/n a witch im really fkin with that idea, although definitely not set on that ideas

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“THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!”

He wasted no more time with pleasantries as he began tearing into his breakfast like it was a gourmet meal.

Watching him eat was interesting to say the least, it was almost like he was unhinging his jaw to fit as much food into the void is his mouth as it would allow him.

I used to think that I was could chow down pretty fast but my eater ability’s were being put to shame by a vast amount by him easily.

Maybe I really was that good of a cook. Being just me and Athena here alone in the cave I had gotten so used to just feeding us I never even thought much bout if it that good or not.

Taking my first bit of my food I made two realizations.

The food was mid asl, and this man truly was very peculiar we needed to be friends.

The meal went on uninterrupted by either of us, him to focused on winning his own personal man vs (mid) food and me wondering what could have possibly brought him to this crazy island in the first place.

When I got the mission to be sent here I was very skeptical I was even fit for the role. But Sabo insisted I could handle it , and he threw in the fact that they would make my accommodations to my liking and I was sold. Unfortunately the ability to decorate a space was my greatest foil the blonde demon knew that too.

The island classification was type s meaning it was of the most difficult to inhabit, so what was he doing here?

Trying to think of all the people I knew who could even manage to simply survive here narrowed the list of reason down drastically.

Definitely not a Marine.

He sure was no White Beard pirate that was for sure but they were the only crew I knew dumb enough to send one of there men on a mission here, but I knew a pirate when I seen one.

And he was unquestionably a pirate.

No matter what they looked like the months on the sea gave them all a signature tan. Not that I was looking heavily at him or anything of course but his skin was bronzed in an admittedly beautiful way.

Another sign was littered all across his body, the scares that no doubt were from the many battles pirates regularly get into, not to mention the big one across his chest

His chest scare formed a distinctive x shape, I remember seeing it last night it seems different from all his others.

Newer.

A would have to ask him about that when I got the chance.

Another thing that gave away his pirate status was his confidence. I mean what normal person just brazenly rushes into a random fight with a beast like he did ?

Or goes through a strangers fridge ???

Also his straw hat, other than when he was unconscious he always had it on. Pirates always had something weird going on with them, there was buggy and his whole clown thing or the big ma pirates and there breeding kink and sugar problems.

Always something with that lot of sea dwellers.

On second thought he might just be a beautifully bronzed idiot. A Loud beautiful bronzed idiot.

I go to eat another bite of food thinking about all the pirates I could remember and all there little quirks when the straw hatted young man cleared his thought obnoxiously.

Looking him in the eyes I wondered what he could have wanted. I fed him like he asked, maybe he was still in pain.

“are you gonna finish that?”

I look at my hand that was clearly going to eat more food and then at my plate and his. Mine had only a few more bites left and his was… licked clean.

He looked eager to hear my answer, maybe food made him heal faster.

“Okay but-“ I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before he was stretching his arms to grab my plate.

And fork.

He really did not gaf either.

I would roll my eyes but this seems like something I was going to have to unfortunately get used to if we were indeed going to be… friends.

Watching him eat for a moment I thought about how it was well past time we should introduce ourselves.

I had already got personal with his body… in the sense that I had to patch him up of course. And he had you know literally saved my life so it was high time I learned his name.

Now it was my turn to clear my thought to get his attention.

Not really knowing how to go about this I just stood up and stuck my hand out.

“Hi I’m Your/Name, Idk if you know this but you saved my life yesterday. Thank you sincerely, what is your names ?”

That was good, I said my name and thank you. I did good, good job y/n. Although the hand shake is very formal in hindsight were not in an official meeting, but I have to stick it through now.

At first he just looked at my hand and me blankly.

Which immediately made me overthink

Was I to forward, wait do pirates hide their name ??? Did I do something wrong ??? WHYS HE JUST STARRING

I was just about to take my hand back when he broke out into a gummy smile and stood up too. A wave of relief washed over me, he was just processing what I said and I was being hasty.

“My name is Monkey D. Luffy” he paused and took a deep breath for the next part of his introduction.

“AND IM GONNA BE THE PIRATE KING” he smiled wildly at me now, taking my hand in his which was still covered in food I noted.

In the back of my head I could feel I had heard that name before somewhere but in this moment all the excitement finally just knowing his name made whatever thought I had disappear as soon as it came.

“It’s nice to meet you y/n, we should be friends!”

“I was just about to say the same thing Luffy!”

His smile was infectious, I couldn’t help but mirror his in tandem.

For a moment it was just us locking eyes smiling as the morning sun peeked in on our new found friendship.

His hand was warm and large enough to almost engulf mine and most importantly it was so comfortable. (And a tad sticky from all the food)

He didn’t try to hard to grip my hand or shake it obnoxiously. There just a just enough of a squeeze so as to say hi but nothing disagreeable.

In all honesty I didn’t want to remove my hand from his but the time we had ours clasped together was growing long and I was being to get nervous under the weight of his unyielding gaze.

It wasn’t that I felt judge, far from it, his eyes and body only seemed to wanna invite me into his world in every way possible even if he knew nothing about me that did not seem to bother him.

But then again I always over conflated my own importance in others perceptions and only knowing luffy for this short period of time I already wanted him to like me.

Overthinking pointless things as always.

When I removed my hand from his I felt a bit of a resistance. He didn’t want to let go ?

I was probably imagining it.

“Luffy are you done eating ? I should start cleaning everything up today’s yet another busy day especially if I hope to take advantage of this summer season. That damned beast will be out again they don’t take being bucked up to kindly. It will be looking for you now” taking his old plate and holding my hand out for the other.

There were a few pieces of food left but they were just scrapes so I figured I would just compost it.

“Good, makes my job easier. Our fight wasn’t finished” Luffy then proceeded to bring my plate to his mouth and shove the rest of the scrapes into the void in his mouth with his hand.

And just when I thought it was over he then proceeded to licked it clean.

I was still waiting for him to pass when his plate when he got up and casually walked over to the sink while talking about about what he was going to do the next time he seen the behemoth hog.

“The old fart told me I gotta use my haki if I wanna get better but ughhhhh every time I try those bastards just get the upper hand on me. He’s gonna make me do extra training when he hears what happened with the damned over grown bacon pig!”

Joining him at the sink I turned the water on and we both start cleaning the dishes. He didn’t even offer to help just began doing it without sparing a second thought about it.

“old fart ? Training ? Haki ??? Wait is all that why your on Ruskaina? Because I thought it was only me on the island for months cause this place is so dangerous. Hell my mother almost kelled over when I told her I was stationed here” as I spoke I cleaned off a pot and handed it to him to dry off we had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

We both would clean but if someone finished the other would dry that dish off for the other, it was kinda like a dance how we moved between each other silently giving the other permission to invade each others space when need be.

Not that it matters of course, and I didn’t think about it long after.

No, no, no.

But sometimes our hands would over lap when handing a dish off. He didn’t seem to notice or care, and of course neither did I.

Feeling his warmth pass over my hand just for that moment didn’t drive me crazy at all.

No,no,no.

“Yeah the granps is amazing ! He really pushed me to be better and it gets hard but I have to be better. I’ve been doing all this training these past few moths so I can get stronger for my crew.” Luffy slowed a bit now after mentioning his crew, he appeared lost in thought.

Athena’s music was playing low in background and the streaming of the water over dishes almost drowned out what Luffy said next but I still manage to hear him mutter it.

“So that day never happens again” in the corner of my eye I can see the glint of a tear trailing down his cheek.

Whatever it was clearly hurt him deeply. His brows knitted together and eyes glossed over as if he was being forced to relive the worst moment of his life all over again.

Unsure of what to do to ease whatever was causing him so much pain I thought to just ramble, bringing up the first thing that came to mind, my research.

“I’m here training too! Well a bit more than just training, I’ve been researching how to build houses better in extreme conditions. We want to be able to help as many people as possible but it became very obvious that us worst generation were more fighters than builders. We want to help the ppl, but we believe giving the tools to do so it vastly more important than just doing it for them. ” I attempted to make a joke about how once I witness someone almost hammer a nail into their hand trying to fix a broken wall. I laugh a bit trying to ease his mood a little.

Luffy lets out a small laugh thankfully my stupid anecdote was successful even if it was just enough to make him not as sad.

“We?” He looked at me curiously.

“Y/n are you on a pirate crew !” His wonder had brought him back even further from the grips of whatever fog he was in earlier.

“Well sorta kinda, Im part of the revolutionary army. Not technically pirates but we are kin in our hate for the world government. Useless bureaucrats the best thing one of them can do is die and put us out or misery.”

Handing luffy the last utensil I dry my hands off and lean on the counter as we continued the conversation.

“Ohhhh my grandpa told me bout’em before. wait so does that mean you can fight !? Can you show me!!!”

“I not the best fighter admittedly, but I can show you my powers. There are bit of a secret tho so you gotta promise not to tell anymore”

Holding up my pinky I mimicking our earlier promise. He eagerly took hold of my pinky with his.

“I pinky promised not to tell anyone about your powers y/n”

“Bet, we gonna have to go outside for me to show you my powers tho luffy

And with that the man was damn near dragging my outside so I could show him what I could do.

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- the vibe I want mc house to have, think of it with more richer red and blues colors kinda like that one room in howels moving castle but in a cave and the stone I feel like would be more like picture 2, darker and more brown.

[snailsrneat]

"You got a reason as to why you're lurking around here?..No? Then I suggest you scram."

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Hello, everyone allow me to introduce a new oc to the blog. Drum roll please.

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The Enforcer of Ramshackle, she is known amongst the student body for her anti-social demeanor. Often times getting into both physical and verbal fights with other students. She is hard headed and unapologetic about her controversial views and behavior. Only when around Twyla does she act calm and peaceful.

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This is Elvira Isley. Let me tell you about her.

She is twisted off of Elsa, but she's based actually on multiple different characters.

Namely Poison Ivy (from DC), Gojo Satoru (from JJK), Vaggie (from Hazbin Hotel), and Kirumi Tojo (from Danganronpa).

Poison Ivy and Vaggie I think I took the biggest inspiration for her background and personality.

But for the most part, my idea was ro have someone who could both hold back Twyla's Impulsive nature and allow her to be herself. And I think that kind of supporting role is exactly what I came up with when it comes to Ellie.

Also her name was chosen because the name 'Elvira' means spear and 'Isley' is the same last name as Poison Ivy's.

Short Explanation of what her Role is.

Ellie is the Enforcer of both Ramshackle and N.R.C in general. Her role as enforcer is to just enforce whatever the prefect says to do. Also just as an extra layer of protection. In short she basically just threatens difficult students until they decide to "listen to reason".

Anyway onto the actual character facts.

Ellie or Elvira is fully Ambidextrous, often switching between her right and left hand when writing notes, she also switches her arms for multiple different sports.

Ellie's favorite food is Vegetables, specifically she really enjoys Brussel-Sprouts for some reason?

Her least favorite is anything that is processed, anytime she eats anything that has been through some sort of factory she'll get very sick and while not hospitalization level sick, it can get pretty bad.

She isn't exactly known for having hobbies, but when you get to know her you'll realize that, just like Twyla, she loves to do many things in her spare time.

Including gardening, cooking, reading, crafting, crocheting, and practicing literally any Combat sport.

Speaking of, Ellie is a Prodigy in any and all combat sports. Specifically she likes using Martial arts the most.

She actually uses a staff as a blunt and quick to use weapon for all the students who choose to fight her.

Ellie does suffer from both trypanophobia and Nosocomephobia. Which is the intense fear of needles and Hospitals respectively. The reason as to why is unknown, however whenever she does come into contact with either, like say going to the infirmary, she breaks down into tears from fear.

She, like Twyla, is an orphan. However unlike Twyla, Ellie hasn't ever had any parents.

Which is strange, considering she's also said that she got into the foster care system when she was 7 so you'd think by then she'd have some recollection of who was taking care of her till then...right?

Anyway, She and Twyla met when Twyla was working at the Underground boxing ring.

Twyla beat the shit out of her and gained Ellie's respect as the first, and only person to ever beat her in a fight.

The two have been really close ever since and even though they couldn't stay together because of the system, they still were able to keep in touch online and occasionally play video games together (something Ellie sucks at)

She's also the only person (aside from Grim) to know about Twyla's UM.

Aside from Twyla though, most of her relationship with the canon cast tends to be a bit strained. Especially because of Elvira's attitude and hatred for large groups of people.

But there are a few she does get along with, namely the Savannaclaw trio.

She and Jack are around eachother all the time, given that they’re in the same classes most of the time. And since they have kinda similar personalities and also share a love for sports they tend to hang around eachother more often than not. Occasionally Ellie does teach him a few things about martial arts and such.

Ruggie is also someone Ellie likes to just hang around. She doesn't enjoy talking much, but she loves listening. So she'll just let Ruggie blab about anything he wants and listen whilst also trying help him work. It's very therapeutic for the both of them. Except for the fact that they have to do chores but still.

Leona is actually the one to hang around her rather than the other way around. He likes how quiet she is as well as her aggressive nature. He doesn't talk much but instead he'll just use her lap as a napping spot, and instead of pushing him away she'll just politely scratch his head. Mostly cause it's calming to her.

Besides them though, she is good friends with all of the first years. And both of her Club mates, especially Rook.

Both of them have this sort of weird game of "Who can outsmart the other?" So far Rook is winning with his ability to sneak around but Ellie is starting to catch onto his tricks.

Rook actually does have a nickname for her, that being "Reine des vignes" or "Queen of Vines"

Similarly she has been dubbed as "Seaweed" by Floyd.

Also Vil calls her "French Fry #2" since Twyla is "French Fry #1" And Twyla was the one to dub her "Ellie".

And lastly, She despises Crowley. Like with a passion. The main reason why is simply because she hates sleazy douches like Crowley. But also because he keeps forcing both her and Twyla to do a bunch of bullshit that is his job.

Why don't we listen to some of her Homescreen voicelines?

"I'm fine with following you around for a little bit, but don't expect me to stay if you keep doddling around."

"Have you seen Grim? Twyla lost him and the last time we let him go off by himself he ended up almost burning down Crowleys office with Crowley inside..not that I would mind that."

"Oi! I don't care if you're going to be late to class, running like that in a busy hallway is a one way ticket to crashing and breaking a bone or getting a concussion. Slow down or else"

"What's got you so jumpy?..y'know what I actually don't care."

"Huh, you're not too bad at wielding a staff. Ya' know, Ramshackle doors are always open if you want a couple martial arts lessons."

"If I have to hear another person complain about something stupid to Twyla and ask her to fix it I will bash my skull into a stone wall."

"The next person who litters in front of me is going to have a broken femur and dislocated ankle, I SWEAR TO FU-"

"By the way, don't be scared if a couple arrows start shooting around us. That's just Rook trying to get my attention, something I don't feel like giving to him today."

"Jack and I like going on runs together in the morning. I probably would've been in the track and field club with him if not for the science club."

"Oh Twyla? She and I go back a couple years. Why do you ask?"

"If you keep poking me you'll not like the outcome."

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@Cyanide-Latte

[silktherambler]

I just feel like, to have me and then to lose me and then realize what you should have done gets tiring, for me

I was hanging with this one guy for a good while, 7 months went by and we were chilling, and then I did leave and go back to my ex, it's the truth yes, and then after two months I ended up leaving my ex, and I ended up going back with him even though I talked to him about it initially and I was like I don't even think that's a good idea because you know cheating with you is also not respectful to you either in the situation, But he said he was with it and I was like all right cool

So we're rolling again, another 7 months. At this point, somehow I have already met a good chunk of his family, I have met his mom, and his grandmother is inviting me on vacation with the family for her upcoming birthday

Meanwhile, every time I have a conversation with him about him potentially being my boyfriend, the main thing that pops out his mouth is, well no one's usually ever seen me as a boyfriend so I have a hard time seeing myself like that

I'm sorry if this is going to sound insensitive but

What does I have to do with me and what does that have to do with our connection?

Like I can understand what that does for connections for you in a general sense, you have a hard time and you struggle seeing yourself in a certain role in romantic connections because most times people didn't take you seriously in a romantic effort growing up, and I get that

But you're a big boy now right and if this is a trauma that is really hard for you to get over, maybe we should do big boy things and look into talking to somebody about it before we just throw ourselves inside of connections and start allowing Grandma to invite said girl to everybody in the family without clarifying things. It was nothing for him to at least say to his grandmother at some point you know grandma this girl is not my girlfriend. I almost went to his brother's wedding. I've never met his brother. And His wife? Basically invited me to her birthday party. I've never met her I don't even know her name I don't even know what she looks like. You see the problem?

The man has an estranged relationship with his mother and I met his mother before I ever met his favorite cousin or any of his friends. Do you not see how this looks??

Got all your cousins asking about me and I'm once again not even sure what this connection is because you're definitely not my boyfriend cuz every time I ask you about being my boyfriend you tell me that you don't see yourself as a boyfriend!

You want to parade me around your job, at work to show people you have this pretty girl on your arm, you always want to try and take me out to fancy things, first it was Comic-Con, then it was supposed to be a wrestling match and potentially WrestleMania, and I just found that to be so insane, because the little things that he likes to do? He's never invited me. He likes to go explore different parks and walk and smoke. I love to do that too. Never invited me. He goes to concerts by himself. Never invited me. Mind you, wants to come to a show of mine, knows I do music and poetry, doesn't invite me to any concerts. Doesn't invite me to try to get a sense of a different atmosphere, see him in a different atmosphere, try a different genre or artist of music, nothing. I try and plan food dates for us or for us to go out and get food, and he takes his sweet time, he doesn't have money now, he doesn't have time now, he's tired, he won't want to be sleepy during the day, all these little things, but every time I turn around he finds himself in some random restaurant trying new cuisine almost every week if not every other week. And did he ever invite me or think to invite me once? No.

You were too busy being a pretender and trying to impress me instead of just being yourself and that's originally what I liked and why I came over here in the first place

But I can't blame you I don't act like my real self on the internet either, and I feel like the you I got to meet online was like really you, but I feel like once you got to meet me and you realized I was cool your whole thing was like how do I keep this person here, and you could have done that by just being the same real person I started talking to in the first place when we got on the app.

So wtf you want me to do?

I can hardly bring you to a show because my obsessive ex won't get out my face and definitely won't get out my business at that time, my mama don't even know your last name, I just met your mother for the first time, your grandma is inviting me to her Jamaica birthday trip after I already had to miss your brother's wedding which I also got invited to without even knowing your brother, And we're not even going to get into the po*no brain and the hypersexuality that came with it

All in all, going to give this partner a 5 out of 10. Great ideas, not the best intentions, sometimes lacking of, was definitely not a strong executor

[yourshiningastr]

CHAPTER 8

One month has passed smoothly. We are also done with our Volunteerism, and I enjoy it a lot. I met so many amazing people. We did our second volunteer work in a Kindergarten and took care of the kids. They are so cute and clingy.

The third one was on a beach, we did a clean-up drive. I don't know if I should feel amazed or devastated at how much dirt and trash we accumulated at that time. To think that we just leave those waste and dirt after we use the place for our own satisfaction made me realize how irresponsible we humans are.

For the last week of our Volunteerism, we planted a tree and fed the stray dogs and cats on the streets and I enjoyed that the most.

I could say it was the most peaceful and productive month, I didn't have time to think of any of my problems nor even have time to create and involve myself in one.

"Rae!" I took the receipt from the registrar before I looked at Ate Roxan.

"Ate!" I lightly wave my hand and smile at her.

"Nag enroll ka na?" I nod at her.

"Nga pala, I have a proposal for you." I furrowed my brows at her.

"Proposal? Ano naman yun, Ate?" I open my White Prada Cleo shoulder bag and put the receipt inside.

"Yes! pero bago ang chika, tara na muna sa cafeteria at masama na lagay ng mga bituka ko sa tiyan. Kanina pa galit na galit sakin." I laughed at her.

"Bakit naman kasi hindi ka kumain, Ate?" She shook her head

"Eh paano ba naman kasi nadagdagan ang timbang ko ng dalawang kilo. Ang taba taba ko na! Jusmiyo! Ang hirap pa naman mag diet." I slightly surveyed her body. 

Hindi naman siya mataba, sakto lang naman ito sa paningin ko. She actually looks sexy with her blue jeans and a Celine crop top shirt. It emphasizes her body. But of course, that's her body. What she thinks shouldn't be invalidated.

"Diet is fine, Ate. But do a healthy diet ah. Don't deprive yourself of food." She just rolled her eyes and encircled her hands on my arm and led me to the cafeteria.

"So what's this proposal you're talking about?" I sipped on my Iced tea.

"Well, you know that two weeks from now will be the start of a school year right?" I ate my smashed potato and nodded at her.

"Well, I am now a graduating student and naghahanap na din ngayon ang adviser natin sa Youth ng new set of Officers. Since I'm the internal VP and the head of our committee, I needed to have a candidate for that position." She explained.

So that is how this organization works. The previous officer will choose who they want to replace in their position. I never knew this because I don't usually participate in executive matters. I only engage myself in hosting and other minor roles.

"And... you're telling me this because?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I am choosing you as a candidate for my position." She said it like she was just talking about choosing her outfit for the day.

"Why me? I only joined the organization last year. I don't even know if I am fit for that." I am now leaning closer to her.

"But I know. " Hindi ko alam kung dapat ba akong matuwa o matakot sa kasiguraduhan ng boses niya.

"You only have been in a Youth club for one year but you have already done a lot of things. You're the one who's doing the hosting, you give reliable and helpful opinions. You do often suggest things and innovative ideas we can do that we didn't even think of. You are smart and hands-on and not to mention beautiful. "

I furrowed my brow even more.

"Anong connect nun?" She smiled at me.

"Maganda kang assets sa club, you are our ambassador nga eh! I have been observing you for one year even si Alisson, hindi mo man nakikita but you inspired us to be good and to do better. I can see you leading this organization, Rae."

Why are they observing me? Now that makes me really conscious now.

"But I haven't led someone or anything before. I don't know how to do it."

That's right, kahit sa mga simpleng groupings ay hindi pa ako nag leleader. 

Hinahayaan ko lang ang iba at sinusuportahan ko nalang sila. Ako ang nagbibigay ng ideas and nag pe-present but I never dare to call myself a leader. I don't think I will be able to do that.

"Ganon naman talaga sa simula. Wala tayong idea kung ano at papaano ang gagawin, and that makes it more exciting!" I shook my head at her.

"I'm scared," I said in a low voice and stared at my iced tea.

"I remember when we interviewed you with Alisson, naalala mo ba?"

I nodded my head as I remember the first time I met them. It was an interview with the students who wanted to join the organization.

"We asked you why you wanted to join this club and you said because you wanted to go out of your comfort zone. You feel like all of your life you are caged in something you're not. And do you remember the second time I asked you why you joined this club?"

I pursed my lips trying not to cry and lightly nod my head.

"You said you wanted to heal yourself." She whispered.

"Rae, don't you think it's about time that you fulfill those reasons? I get that you're scared, it's normal. But you can't always be scared all the time. You need to face it, that's the only way you can make progress." She held my hand and grip it lightly.

"And you know, years from now you might thank yourself for jumping and taking the risk. It's about time to get out of your comfort zone. It's about time to try new things and embrace the unknown. It's about time to unleash what's within you."

Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili at tahimik na lumuha sa tabi niya. She wiped my tears with her thumb and smiled.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you. I just thought you might need a little push, I'm sorry if I seemed like I'm stepping out of line."

"No, no. It's fine, you're right. I shouldn't be scared all the time. I just got so used to not taking accountability for so many things because of fear. I feel like it's the one that is caging me, the one that's delaying my healing. " I wiped my tears and laughed a little.

"Fear isn't always a bad thing, It's not always there to be our enemy. It's actually there to make us understand who we really are and what kind of person we want to be. It's there to make us realize that we are limitless. Fear is designed for us to let go and we can only do that if we are bold enough to free it. Now, Stop crying na at baka isipin nila pinapaiyak kita."

Inabutan ako nito ng tissue at pinunasan ko naman ang luha ko.

"Thank you, Ate." I told her before I opened the door of my car.

"Pag-isipan mo yung proposal ko ah. You have two weeks. Don't worry, I will support and be with you whatever your choices will be." She bid her goodbye to me after that.

Kaya ko ba?

Will I be an effective leader?

The position that ate Roxan wants me to take is a bit overwhelming. Mabigat ang trabaho ng isang VP Internal. What if hindi ko magawa nang maayos ang trabaho ko? What if madissapoint ko sila?

"Lalim ng iniisip natin ah."

I looked at my side and found Benedict leaning his arm on the rail on his balcony while holding a mug, which must be coffee because of its strong aroma.

I sipped my Passiflora Incarnata tea and bore my eyes on the city lights in front of me.

"May problema ba?" I sigh and put my mug down on the table beside me. I grip my jacket as I feel a cold breeze hugging me.

"Do you think I could handle an organization?"

I asked him. I suddenly shifted my gaze at him when he gasped. His palm is now in his mouth and he is looking at me with a wide eye.

"Why?" I furrowed my brows.

"Gagi, kaya ba sobrang yaman niyo dahil anak ka ng mafia boss?" Tinuro ako nito at hindi ito makapaniwala na nakatingin sakin.

"What are you talking about?" I eyed him with a confused look. Anong mafia pinagsasasabi niya?

"Organization... diba?" Muntik ko na maibato ang mug ko sakanya.

"That's a school organization, dumbass!"

He sigh in relief at hinaplos haplos pa ang dibdib nito na wari mo'y pinapakalma ang sarili.

"Aba'y malay ko! Linawin mo naman kasi, Señorita." I rolls my eyes at him at aalis na sana.

"Oy saan ka pupunta? Bat ka aalis? Nag-uusap pa tayo kaya." Parang bata nitong sabi.

"Oh really? Ang ayos mo kausap ah." Nilagok ko ang huling patak ng tea sa mug ko at nakakunot ang noo kong binalingan ito.

"Luh, tampo yarn?" He pouted.

"Sorry na, Señorita. Hindi mo na ba ako mapapatawad niyan?"

Hindi ko alam kung nagbibiro pa din ito dahil sa ayos niya.

"When you said school organization, is that what you are volunteering about for those past few weeks?"

I just nodded at bumalik sa pwesto ko kanina. Mukhang seryoso na ito. Buti naman.

"What do you mean to take a lead? Like, be their President or something?" I shook my head.

"No, the position that they are proposing to me is Internal Vice President." I don't know if he understood what I'm saying but I saw him nod his head.

"Hindi ba dapat sarili mo ang tanungin mo or i-assess kung kaya mo ba i-take yung posisyon na yun? I mean kung sakin or sa iba kasi mangagaling magiging clouded yung judgement mo sa sarili mo." Panandalian itong natahimik.

"Do you want to take that position?" I bit my lip.

"Yes."

I do. I always want to try to take huge role like that pero lagi akong napipigilan ng takot.

"Then what's stopping you?" Lots of things...

"You are Avalyn Rae Trinidad, the daughter of Don and Doña Francisko Trinidad. The heiress of all the lands in Nueva Ecija. A smart and a perfect daughter. Parang wala kang hindi kakayanin. Masungit nga lang."

Narinig ko ang huling salitang binulong nito kaya naman napairap ako.

"You know, taking a lead or being in that kind of position takes a lot of responsibility and courage. It's actually not all about me, but the people that I will lead. You can't even consider someone's intelligence or perfection as a factor of qualification for that position because there is no such thing."

I slightly shook my head.

"I am worried na baka hindi ko sila mai-lead sa tama, na baka hindi ang katulad ko ang leader na kailangan nila. Na baka may mas better, yung magagabayan sila, right?"

I look at him and to my surprise, he is just watching me and looks like he is not listening to every word I say.

"Are you even listening?" I raised my brow at him. He lightly blinked and smiled at me.

"You are qualified." I furrowed my brows

"And how can you say that? I told you being smart isn't a fact-"

"Iniisip mo an agad kapakanan nila, you are now thinking about what's the best in your school organization. You are worried that you might not be good enough to lead them but you are. You just haven't seen it because you haven't tried it. " He said while looking at me intently.

"But what if I made a mistake? What if I disappoint them? What if they might think that I'm not the person that they were thinking of? What if they don't like me?" Patuloy ko pa.

"What if they do?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"What if you successfully lead them? What if they needed someone who would inspire them and that's you? What if you didn't take the position and someone bad took it? What if you stop thinking of bad things and replace them with positive things? Hmm?" 

"Those questions in your head won't be filled with answers until you study them and solve them on your own." Natahimik naman ako sa sinabi nito..

"Why are you here?" I suddenly asked dahil wala na akong maisip na sabihin kasi natumbok na niya lahat. I heard him chuckle and sip his coffee.

"I was planning to stargaze." I looked above and there were no stars in the sky.

"Too bad, there are no stars," I said while I was still looking at the sky.

"Meron." Lumingon ako dito.

"Eh? Wala naman ah, may nakikita ka ba na hindi ko nakikita?" I asked him and tried to extend my eyesight by moving around my balcony to look for the star that he is talking about. Pero wala akong nakita.

Maitim lang naman ang kalangitan, siguro ay uulan.

"Yeah, I'm actually looking at her right now." He said in a low voice. I slowly look at him and saw how intently he's been watching me kanina pa.

The rain starts to pour together with our feelings. One that has been denying it for so long, and another who has been trying to put it off and is now becoming clear that he is lost.

[perpetual-fool]

I guess I'm putting off confronting my feelings. It's really hard to focus on it. Which is sort of the problem.

- Random bullshit follows.

I didn't realize how much of a workout breathing could be. I'm trying to use my full lung capacity, or stretch it out? however that works. I'm breathing in as deeply as I possibly can, adjusting my posture to allow for it, and then holding it in as I relax. It hurts a little bit, like I've got a stitch in my side, but in various places. That might be what a stitch is, lungs stretching out or something. And it's just hard pulling everything open. Or, whatever's happening. But after doing it, suddenly I've got a lot more power and control of my voice. It seems to be analogous to using a bow correctly. And it feels good? Less so physically, but it's rewarding somehow, making progress or whatever. And I feel some kind of way about that. It feels like releasing some kind of tension, make me cry a little bit. Like, I don't get to feel good about things.

There's this stupid food thing. Context: heard a thing suggesting appetite is regulated by hormones made in your gut. And that would make some sense. I generally eat low-carb, which has been very effective, but I'm still fat. It didn't just solve all the problems. And previously I'd tried eating complex-carb, which was also starting to work before I starting thinking that eating *a little bit* of junk wouldn't be so bad. So, I'm trying muesli again; rolled oats with milk, essentially. And I like it. But the deal is, as a kid there were a whole lot of circumstances where I'd be dragged to family reunions or whatever, and the breakfast would be oatmeal. I fucking hate oatmeal. The texture is disgusting, all the cinnamon, sugar, and butter in the world really doesn't make up for it. But if they'd given me the same thing fucking raw I would have enjoyed it.

My tongue is getting cut on the back of my teeth. The two in the bottom front have been getting sharp and if my tongue get pinched between them it can make me bleed. Frankly, it kinda makes me want to kill myself. It's just another thing fundamentally wrong with that's going to make my life just that little bit worse, and there's nothing I can do about it. And it's one more sin god would have to answer for, if they existed. Update, I'm being more rough on the area with my floss picks and chunks of tartar are falling off. Which means (aside from me being overdue for a cleaning), that the problem is fixable, and that my previous dentist was incompetent.

The calluses on my fingers seem weird. Like, with bass I end up mostly using my index finger and pinky, so my middle two fingers are still pretty soft. And it seems like I should be spreading out the 'wear'. But that's just not really how it works? I mean, it seems like the middle fingers would be the most effective for double stops or moving horizontally across the neck. Hypothetically I'd be doing more of that with more experience, but it still wouldn't be as much as I use the other fingers.

I'm reconsidering fifths tuning for bass. Like, fourths is good for scales and chords/arpeggios, but that's not really the role of a bass. And playing chords, the low notes don't mix anyway. Even playing a fifth sounds muddy. And while fifths would make the adjacent note (probably a third) hard to reach, the one *one octave up* is fine and blends a lot better anyway. And I still like the idea of symmetry with my viola. So ideally I'd want a five-string with a high E3, but I'm not sure that the high C3 that comes in six-string set could actually be tuned up that high. Though, I don't have a five-string bass yet so it's not really a concern at the moment. I wonder if I could just use a D3 guitar string? Although with the difference in scale length maybe I'd need a tuned down G3 instead; bass is ~8 inches longer. Aside, guitar strings are fucking cheap compared to bass strings. Wait, no, there's the.. binding? whipping? the thread or whatever wrapped around the ends of the strings, the strings are gonna be too short. I might need a custom string from Kalium or something. Wait wait, but aren't guitar strings way too long to begin with? Oh whatever, I'll just have to start trying things out.

I feel weird. I was bit lightheaded from the breathing earlier, apparently just breathing deeply is enough to make me hyperventilate. And I think I feel weird because of that, but maybe it could be from the muesli. I feel light, like it's easy to get up and move around. Like I have energy. And I'm not hungry. Usually I'm craving something, which I attribute to using food to cope with depression. But I'm still uncomfortably full from earlier. Right now I don't feel like I need anything. Other than sleep, last night wasn't great. And, ya' know, love and stuff. Anyway, this is a very significant improvement. Also, why the fuck?

(cw: suicide) Was idly thinking about getting banned from LW. I'm inclined to think they thought it was condescending due to social bullshit, despite how everyone keeps proving they don't understand the issue. Or that maybe it's more or less a religion and what I did was equivalent to walking into a church and being like "hey, have you considered that the concept of god is absurd and obviously wrong?". But I did believe in what I was doing, it seemed like the right thing to do. It followed learning that there is no one in this world I can connect with, and preceded plans for suicide. Sharing the thought might have been the only good I could do with my worthless life. It might have been like the deal with Morgan, that he thought that I believed everyone who doesn't agree with me is objectively wrong. Which is almost entirely completely backwards. I don't assume others are wrong, I assume I don't understand it and they know things I don't. Which goes all the way back to, well, religion. CoC pushes the guilt really hard, even after being 'saved'. So when I asked "how come we're not saved if we're saved?" they were like "well the Bible says 'fuck you'." Well, generally I assume I don't understand. In this case I was sure of the thing and assuming they honestly just didn't know. But I was considering, what "should" they have done? And I don't think there is anything. Sure, from my perspective it was all wrong and didn't make any sense. But the issue being, their perspective has nothing to do with me. Whatever they think I did and whoever they think I am just isn't real. And that's just a consequence of what they are, there's nothing I can do that would make anyone really understand. So, there isn't anything that 'should' have been done. And further, the same principle would apply to any of my interpersonal relationships. I keep thinking about what I could possibly say or do, like maybe if I wrote a heartfelt song about it then she'd at least know how I really feel. But there isn't anything I could do, that I should do. Frankly, they just don't have the hardware to really understand. I don't want to believe that. But I've tried everything, this is the only explanation I have. There's nothing I can do but let go. There's nothing I 'should' have done other than not be born.

Or like, I'm working out that on account of me being (I think) some flavor of demisexual, religion didn't just teach me that sexual attraction was evil, it taught me that romantic attraction was evil too. Which would explain why I was completely dysfunctional in that relationship, and possibly why I was not even a little bit equipped to deal with any of my feelings. But, it doesn't matter. If I tried to explain she'd just make something up anyway, like they always do. And I think, the reason I want it is because I need help getting through this. But so long as I need the help, I won't know exactly what it is that I need. So if I'm ever able to explain what I needed, then it will be because I don't need it anymore. So, doubly pointless, I guess. Aside, hypothetically, I would like someone to confirm what 'romantic' attraction is exactly. The feeling I know is like being intoxicated by the sight or presence of someone. And sometimes it's their body I find attractive, sometimes it's their face, sometimes their personality. And I feel like I 'want' them. Not in a possessive way, the idea of which makes me feel weird and uncomfortable, and seems morally wrong, and also.. profane? It feels like tying them down, restricting what they are in any way would be destroying the very thing that I want. But yeah, I want to 'experience' them somehow. Though I don't know specifically what that would entail. I wouldn't exclude sex as a possibility for that, but sex really isn't the point. Is that what 'romantic' is? And tangent, I would also like to know what 'platonic' means. I presume, ya' know, 'friendship'. But I don't really have any experiences to tell me what that is, on account of not being able to actually connect with anyone.

Apparently I'm gayer than I thought I was. I've always found masculine people to be implicitly threatening. But I've been feeling more secure about things lately, I guess. And I've been finding a wider range of people to be appealing or less off-putting.

In preparation for the fifths-bass that I don't have yet, I'm going to try playing each note with the next finger, the same way I'd do it on viola. So far it seems quite tiring and intonation would be more work. Essentially I have to shift for every single note. But then, I was already shifting every other note so it's not that big of a difference. And intonation was already a problem, it's not like I can just lay a finger down roughly behind the next fret. Nor is the instrument small enough that I can just squish my fingers together and be in the right place. But it feels freeing. As absurd and difficult as it seems to use violin-style fingering on something bigger than a cello, I feel like if I can learn to do it then.. I'm not sure how to phrase it. I feel like no fret/fingerboard will be beyond me. Though if it's too uncomfortable I might dial it back to cello/guitar fingering instead, one finger per 'fret'. Or maybe the whole idea is just naive. But something feels right about it. It's like instead of moving in steps I'm moving in rhythm. It's the same sort of thing as becoming proficient with a kitchen knife. When you start, you learn to pinch the knife with your right hand, hold the food in a claw with the left hand, and then guide the knife by resting it against your knuckle. Position the knife, chop, move the hand, reposition the knife, chop. But as it's committed to muscle memory it all blends together into a continuous cutting motion. As I slowly move my hand across, chop chop chop chop chop chop chop.

I have this weird thing. It's almost like, in my head, I only have one slot for the person I'm the most attached to. And I figure people would be insulted or something if they found out, but I get the names mixed up. For instance, currently I'm remembering something I hate myself for and reflexively feel bad about. But when I think "I'm sorry _" the name that comes to me is the person I care about most right now. For most of my life that person has been Stevie. But now, I’m thinking of something that happened with Stevie, and I'm thinking of Catherine instead.

(https://youtu.be/CFlhlZbeKgE)

[sirenalannysgreyjoy]

“Considering the fact all of the princesses are Targaryens and I’m not, it would be a little out of the ordinary.  But perhaps the Queen will want to cement a stronger alliance between our families.  It benefits her to have strong ties with the Greyjoys and the Iron Islands.”  If there was one thing her people were good at, it was causing chaos.  With their dragons, the Targaryens would never need to fear any type of rebellion that she and her family could put together, but it would be inconvenient to deal with.  Besides, there were no better battle captains than those in the Iron Fleet.  It would be a military advantage to have the ability to ally with them if it was ever needed.  She knew Toron was against strengthening the ties between their family and the crown, and while on some level she understood and even agreed with his sentiments, she couldn’t forget the stories her father had told her of their people suffering without enough food during winter.  Perhaps she was too soft, but she was willing to sacrifice some of her culture’s violence if it meant her people would be better protected.  She could only hope the Drowned God would accept that choice.  “I often forget you’re the Master of Ships now.  I don’t think there’s anyone more qualified for the role, but it does feel strange to know there’s a Greyjoy on the small council now.  It’s a good change though.  What I’ve started to learn at court is that there are some battles that can only be won with words and alliances.”  Her life would be simpler if that wasn’t the case, but unless she wanted to stab everyone at court who had a different opinion than she did, she was going to be forced to adapt.  

Alannys rolled her eyes at her father’s words, though they made sense.  She thought the amount of importance placed in Valyrian blood was strange, especially for a house that weren’t dragonriders.  “I mean, we could always claim I have Valyrian blood from the Harlaw side.  I have purple eyes, at least.”  It was somewhat likely there were Valyrians in the Harlaw ancestry thanks to that prominent trait, though she supposed it was possible it had developed independently.  The Ironborn didn’t bother studying things like the origin of eye color, so she wasn’t certain if such a thing was possible.  But just as her father had done when he married his wife Ravella, who was to say the Harlaws hadn’t once sailed to Essos and taken salt wives with Valyrian blood?  “But you’re right that his father will probably be incredibly picky.  He’ll want a lady who is both respectable and with more proven Valyrian heritage.”  The politics of it all were already making her head hurt.  She secretly felt her father had the right idea in simply taking women who wanted to be with him and not worrying about the politics of what her father would think. 

“Perhaps my husband and I could raid his lands together as a fun bonding activity,” Alannys laughed, amused by the absurdity of such an idea.  Truly though, she thought some of the lords around here would enjoy it if they gave it a try.  The lives many of them led at the Red Keep seemed dreadfully boring.  “Or I could teach the people on his lands how to raid and we can all raid the surrounding areas.”  That seemed like a more fun idea and also made her realize why some might think having their son marry a Greyjoy would be a bad idea.  She wasn’t the best influence.  

The idea of Toron marrying anybody made Alannys snort in disbelief.  She had no trouble seeing why her brother was struggling to find a potential match.  “If you want my advice, I think my brother would have more luck finding a match in the Iron Islands.  He scares the women here and I can see him potentially wanting to take salt wives one day.  No greenland lord is going to take well to that.”  To be honest, Alannys didn’t know how her elder brother viewed the concept of marriage, but he would probably be happiest with a woman who wanted to reave chaos at his side.  “As for Tyanna, she hasn’t said much.  I think she’s more focused on practicing her skills with the flame than she is with marriage at the moment.  I think she’s waiting for the moment she sees such an event in the flames.”  Alannys loved her twin dearly, but she didn’t put much faith into the prophecies reflected by flames.  She knew they could be accurate, but they were so difficult to interpret that in her opinion the outcomes wouldn’t be all that different even if the visions were pure nonsense.

Her Father's Daughter: with @daltongreyjoy-rp

Alannys dangled her legs over the side of the crow’s nest and waited for her father to arrive.  This was a conversation she didn’t want to have in the oppressive walls of the Red Keep.  So far, she had enjoyed her time in King’s Landing.  It was a new adventure and she loved the vibrancy of King’s Landing and the opportunities for fun it easily offered up throughout its various streets.  Still, she couldn’t imagine living like this for her entire life.  Even the short amount of time the Keep had been on lockdown had been suffocating.  Alannys had been forced to say her prayers on land, which felt almost as sacrilegious as not doing them at all.  She would never understand people who preferred the earth’s unyielding ground to the ocean’s comforting lull beneath their feet.  

It was something she had been contemplating more lately, especially after her latest conversation with Toron.  He seemed convinced their father was contemplating making betrothals for the eldest kids and securing them sooner rather than later.  She’d heard her father mention the subject before, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.  Alannys wasn’t opposed to marriage.  She had seen the love her father had surrounded himself with and often yearned for such closeness herself, though the idea of giving someone her heart seemed like an unattainable dream.  The last thing she wanted was to be given off to someone she could never care about, yet she also knew how important marriage alliances could be.  She wanted to please her father and help the Iron Islands, but she couldn’t imagine giving up her freedom to become some man’s wife just because her father ordered it of her.  

Far below, the sea gently lapped against the side of her father’s ship.  Please, give me guidance, she prayed.  She’d yet to have one of her prayers go completely unanswered and she could only hope the Drowned God would illuminate the correct path for her soon.  Only a few minutes later, she spotted her father making his way to The Raven.  She stood up and easily climbed down the rigging, the movements so practiced she didn’t need to think about them.  

She waited until her father had stepped out onto the deck before she dropped down behind him.  “Father, I do hope you don’t plan on selling me off to some green land boy.  Toron seems convinced you’ve been setting up betrothals and if you plan to give me to some man who will refuse to let me see the sea, I’ll cut out his heart and present it to you.”  Her words were a slight exaggeration, mostly because she valued her life.  Killing some lord or lord’s son would endanger her, but she was more than willing to threaten her betrothed and disappear into the night if she found whoever her father wanted her to marry unsuitable.

[hookingminor]

baby, you make me crazy (pt 4) - tyson jost

a/n: I hate proofreading fics bc it’s like damn I kinda hate this and also who let the dirty slut out of the slut house and allowed her to write this

word count: 3.8k

warnings (18+): mentions of alcohol, smut (unprotected), quite nsfw, not sorry

1 / 2 / 3

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4. The Intervention

Tyson should’ve known better than to admit anything to JT because within twenty-four hours, the entire team knew of Tyson’s predicament. He was liable to beat his best friend up.

The shit-eating grins were endless the first practice they found out. Three long, insufferable hours were filled with chirps and a chorus of “I told you so”s and pitiful laughter every time someone skated by him on the ice.

Celebratory shouts soon fell to silence when Tyson had to admit you weren’t actually a thing yet, he’d only come to the conclusion that he wanted more with you. He still had no idea what he was going to do about it though.

He almost clocked Cale in the head after finding out he’d supposedly won the internal bet the team had going on about when Tyson would finally realize he was into you. Stupid fucker placed his bet on before the end of this hockey season (half of them had already lost since it was well past their deadline and only Sam, Nate, and JT were still in the running). Tyson almost didn’t care that Cale was, probably, the nicest one on the team; it was still a betrayal. One he couldn’t even really be mad at since technically they were all right.

Still, Tyson’s list of “friends he wanted to punch” was growing infinitely longer.

In addition to Cale and JT, Mikko had soon climbed to the number one position on that list. This fucker had it coming for real.

Mikko knew exactly what he was doing the second he greeted you at the charity event, coming up from behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you flush against his chest and then placing a kiss on your cheek. Mikko had always been touchy with you, except now it was getting on Tyson’s nerves.

Tyson’s jaw clenched in anger when you didn’t immediately push yourself out of his grip. Instead, you only laughed at Mikko’s flirtation and ran your hand over his arm and returned the sentiment with a cheek kiss of your own. Well, it would’ve been a cheek kiss if he wasn’t so damn tall, so it landed on the corner of his jaw instead. And all the while, Mikko kept eye contact with Tyson. The little shit had the nerve to even send him a knowing smirk.

“You’re going to break your jaw clenching that hard, Josty. You all right over there?” Mikko chirped, giving your hip a too-friendly squeeze.

Tyson had never actually hit someone in a true fit of anger before, but he was about to break his pacifist rule very soon if Mikko didn’t take his hands off of you. Tyson especially tried his hardest not to think about the brief crush you harbored for his Finnish friend when you first met him. Maybe you even asked Tyson to set him up with Mikko, and that thought sat like lead in his stomach now.

His grip around the champagne glass tightened as a surge of possessiveness rolled through him. You were the unofficial Avalanche girlfriend for all the single guys on the team, though Tyson always had dibs on you first because you were his best friend. It was easy because you weren’t tied to anyone specific, but that thought grated on Tyson now.

You wingwoman-ed at bars, sometimes playing the role of a satisfied ex-lover when needed or stepping in when other women got too close and they weren’t into it. You stepped up and made those charity baskets for Andre every year without fail. You made Mikko a week’s worth of food dishes when he’d broken his collarbone. Hell, you and Cale had your own secret little book club that no one else knew about. It shouldn’t have bothered Tyson that they were all so close to you. It never bothered him before now.

Still, you were Tyson’s date. Which meant Tyson had claim over you for the evening, and he was done letting his teammate feel you up. That was his job, damn it.

“Get your own date, Mikko. She’s mine for the night,” Tyson laughed, though it was laced with a threat. He smiled, but it was forced and everyone knew it as they chuckled along. Tyson had it bad.

They all sent him knowing looks when Tyson pulled you by the wrist into his side. He kept his arm around your waist, high enough to be respectful but low enough to let them all know to not fucking touch you again or he’d be practicing slap shots on them next practice.

He figured it was only a matter of time before one of them said something stupid. “Do you want to get a drink?” Tyson whispered into your ear, hoping you’d say yes so you could get some reprieve.

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Tyson kept you pressed to his side for the remainder of the evening, hand gently cupping your waist while he introduced you to donors and sponsors.

Did he always stand so close to you? Was he always this touchy? It’s like you could feel every inch where your bodies connected even through layers of fabric. It didn’t help that you actually knew how he felt against you without all those layers.

You’d be a liar if you said the scent of his cologne wasn’t lighting tiny fires inside of you every time you got a whiff of it near his collar. Was it appropriate to call the way someone smelled erotic and heady? Because your entire body felt hot.

His scruff was the perfect length, his curls were freshly washed and dried, and he even put on a new suit you hadn’t seen before. You weren’t sure how he picked out such a stunning suit considering his usual array was dismal at best, but he looked good. Better than he normally did, and it was going to your head like the champagne in your glass.

All you wanted to do was pull him to your mouth by his tie and kiss him deeply. And then maybe use that tie to knot him to a headboard and have your way with him.

Perhaps all the drinks were getting to you if you were thinking about Tyson like this.

It went on like that for an hour, Tyson making small talk with old, balding white men while you smiled wistfully and tried not to let your dirty imaginations run wild which was incredibly hard to do when his thumb ran mindless circles over your hip. You couldn’t remember the conversations you had with people within seconds of leaving. Thank god you weren’t actually expected to schmooze like the other significant others.

You could see the eyebrows quirk in interest when Tyson introduced you as a friend, though the flexing of his hand on your hip said he wasn’t happy with the new looks thrown your way.

When Tyson had picked you up for the event, he knew you looked good. He’d risen to a semi by the time you walked back down to the car, but the fact that you looked like a delicious cupcake he wanted to unwrap and eat didn’t fully hit him until the first old man let his gaze linger on your chest too long for it to be considered respectful.

Fuck. Did you always get so much attention from guys?

It didn’t help that everyone was at least in their mid-thirties, rich, and some of them even married. Tyson was already competing with one rich guy for your attention, he didn’t need anyone else throwing their hat into the ring.

The looks were leering, glancing up and down your body to size you up, and Tyson was starting to think maybe your décolletage was too enticing in that dress. His hand clenched on your hip before he could help himself.

“If you’ll excuse us, we have a few other people to greet,” Tyson smiled politely, though he was feeling anything but.

“Of course. It was lovely making your acquaintance, Y/N. And good luck next week in Dallas, Jost.” Tyson couldn’t steer you away from the man fast enough.

“Asshole,” Tyson muttered under his breath when the donor was out of ear shot.

You laughed and poked his side. “Be nice. They’re the ones who pay your salary.”

“The least they could do is not ogle my date right in front of me,” he scoffed.

“How could they not?” You teased, stepping in front of him to give him a flirtatious twirl. “Have you seen the way I’m wearing this dress?”

His jaw tightened before your eyes while his dipped down to your chest briefly before meeting your stare. You’d recognize a lust-filled look anywhere. “Yes,” Tyson said through a pained groan. “I have.”

You raised an eyebrow. Maybe you weren’t the only one whose head was left a little scrambled after the mind-blowing sex you had.

You stepped back into his space and slid your hand across his abdomen underneath his suit jacket. He tensed beneath your touch. “I know you said it was only a one time thing,” you leaned in to whisper into his ear. “But we could always head out early and take this back to your place.”

“You serious?” He asked, glancing down at you, desire written across his face. A hand curled around your neck, and he tugged roughly to tilt your head back. A soft gasp escaped your lips. Biting your lip, you nodded your head.

It was a terrible idea, but Tyson was a glutton for punishment so he reached into his pocket to retrieve his valet card and slid it into your palm. “Go get the car. I’ll go tell the guys goodbye.”

Lust clouded your mind as you exited the hotel, and you barely registered giving Tyson’s name to the valet or the wait for him to pull the car around. The car ride back passed in a blur, the tension between you two sitting thick while you sat with clenched thighs and Tyson white-knuckled the steering wheel.

He parked the car and led you to the hidden freight elevator in the parking garage. Typing his passcode in record speed, it took a split second for the elevator to shift into motion before he was pulling you against his body.

“Still sure about this?” He asked again, letting his hands drift down to your ass and giving it a hearty squeeze.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a smile. “Not gonna get weird on me, are you, Tys?”

Oh boy, if you only knew.

Tyson didn’t say anything because he couldn’t lie to you or incriminate himself, so he chose to lower his head to yours instead. Your lips met in a hot kiss, hands immediately going to wrap around his shoulders to pull yourself closer. A deep groan sounded from his throat, and he pressed your hips closer to his until you could feel his hard cock against your stomach.

The elevator dinged when you arrived at his floor, and you broke the kiss long enough to unlock his apartment, which was the first door thankfully, and shove yourselves inside.

The door clicks shut behind you, and Tyson’s hands were back on your waist, his lips back on yours and guiding you to the nearest surface: his kitchen counter.

Hard granite bit into the small of your back as Tyson pressed you against it, and his mouth left yours to attach itself to your neck. Kisses spread along your jaw and down your throat, and he paused every few moments to bite your skin before soothing it over with his tongue.

His roaming hands sliding the fabric of your dress up and over your hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head while his scruff rubbed your neck raw. God, you’d kill to feel that on the inside of your thighs.

You were thoroughly soaked through your panties by now, and if you were being honest, they were ruined halfway through the event. Tyson just looked that fucking good and you couldn’t not think about his hands caressing your body when you were that close to him all night.

“How bad do you want it, baby?” He growled in your ear, hooking his fingers underneath your thong and shoving it down your hips. You kicked the ruined fabric off to the side carelessly, too preoccupied with Tyson’s lips licking over the exposed skin of your chest.

“Bad,” you admitted on a sigh. “Please, Tys. I need you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? Have you been thinking about me since last time?” His teeth nipped at your ear.

You hesitated for a moment. Yeah, you were lust-drunk, but were you horny enough to admit that you had been thinking about him? Even after you said you wouldn’t? You couldn’t help that his face popped into your head every time you brought your trusty vibrator between your legs. The usual hot celebrity men no longer did it for you. Henry Cavill’s beautiful face morphed into Tyson’s the second you let yourself get caught up in your masturbatory fantasies. All you could envision was your best friend between your legs, working you to orgasm and edging you.

Tyson noticed your pause and decided to bite the bullet. “What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you? Constantly. What if I told you that every time I jerked myself off on the road, I imagined it was your hand gripping me and squeezing me? I fucked myself to the thought of your tight pussy every night.”

“Oh god,” you whined at his confession, pools of wetness dripping down your thighs. You needed him badly.

“Well? Did you think of me?” Two fingers slid through your folds, and he moaned at the way you soaked them instantly.

“Yes,” you said.

“Did you get yourself off to me like I did?” You nodded.

“What did you imagine?” He asked, slowly circling your clit.

“You,” you gasped. “Fucking me deep. From behind. Filling me up.”

His breath turned ragged, each intake sounding painful as he listened to you list your fantasies. Your fingernails dug into his bicep while Tyson slipped his fingers into your cunt, stretching you open in the way you’d been desperate for since the last time he fucked you.

You’d been so on edge all night that the drag of his fingers against your walls had you cresting that high quickly. You were seconds away from coming before he was removing his fingers and flipping you around.

The abrupt movement had your head spinning as Tyson bent you over and pressed your chest to the countertop. “We should make that dream a reality, huh?” He said lowly, against your back.

His hand pressed against your spine while his other hiked up the rest of your dress over your ass to expose yourself to him. “Tyson, please,” you moaned with your cheek pressed to the granite. Your toes barely touched the ground as Tyson parted your ass cheeks, running his thumb through the wetness coating you.

“Fuck, baby,” he cursed. “You've been wet like this for me all night? I would’ve taken care of this earlier had you said something.” He would’ve skipped the entire event if he knew.

His touch was torturous, teasing your folds lightly while you wiggled underneath him. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already,” you begged.

“You know I like to play with my food first,” he chuckled deeply, keeping his touch featherlight.

Your eyes fell shut in agony, wishing for this torment to end. You thought he was finally done messing with you when you heard him unbuckle his belt, but he only pulled his cock out to run it through your folds and not rail you like you wanted.

“Tyson,” you groaned in exasperation.

“I don’t think I’m done hearing you beg quite yet.” His head caught your clit with the next pass.

“Please fuck me,” you begged without hesitation. “Please, Tyson. I need you so bad, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I rode you on that couch. I’m so empty without you.” God, you sounded like a slut but you couldn’t be bothered to care right now.

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you until you’re coming on my tongue,” Tyson promised, and the next second he was pushing into you with a harsh thrust. Your mind was already fuzzy thinking about a next time with Tyson.

Simultaneous moans left your throats when he seated himself to the hilt, and he felt impossibly deeper than last time with this angle. Your toes were fully off the floor now with the force of Tyson rocking you forward on the counter. The pain of the granite cutting into your hips was distant though you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, but nothing else mattered other than the feeling of Tyson’s cock splitting you open.

“Oh, Tyson,” you cried out when he hit that spot deep inside you, and your orgasm took you by surprise when he passed over it a second time.

You quivered below him, eyes screwed shut while you shattered and clenched around him.

“Already, babe?” He chuckled behind you, giving you no reprieve as he fucked you through it. The squeezing of your cunt felt like heaven and hell around him.

Your jaw had fallen slack while he continued to fuck you, your entire body feeling overstimulated even though he’d barely been touching you. He was fucking dangerous if he could make you this overwhelmed with barely even trying.

Your brain was complete mush, and your words were incoherent moans by the time Tyson was stilling inside you and pumping you full of his cum. The feeling was scarily satisfying, his cum filling you deep and even dripping down your thighs when he managed to pull out and collapse his head against your shoulder blades.

His breaths came out in pants against your skin, his world thoroughly rocked for the second time. If Tyson had any doubts that the first time was a fluke, they were all put to rest now. He was positive no one would ever do it for him like you. You were just too perfect.

You were on the verge of passing out when you felt his fingers trail between your thighs, collecting at the cum still slowly sliding down your thigh and bringing it back to your pussy.

“Too much,” you slurred when his fingers pressed against your entrance, making you twitch when they pushed back inside you.

“It’s always too much with you,” he comments quietly, burying himself knuckle-deep. “You can give me one more, baby. I know you can.”

The words roll through your body, the sweetest of praises as Tyson continues to mutter encouragements in your ear. He fucks you with his fingers slowly, and you’re reduced to a boneless pile with only Tyson’s name on your lips as he brings you to the edge again.

Your second orgasm has your toes curling and fingers clenching the counter as Tyson leaves open-mouth kisses along your back. “Good girl,” he whispers as he feels you squeeze around him.

Your body floats back down to earth after his fingers leave your cunt, and he plants your feet soundly back on the ground. You brought your hands underneath your forehead to steady yourself and catch your breath, your mind still on cloud-nine and not ready to leave this happy bubble of orgasms.

The soft feel of tissues cleaning between your thighs takes you by surprise, and you gasp as Tyson wipes away the cum coating your pussy before shimmying your dress back down.

“You good, babe?” Tyson asked as he pulled you upright. You were a little unsteady on your feet and most definitely lust-drunk now as you looked up at your best friend with those hazy bedroom eyes. “You look like a lost doe.”

“I feel like one too,” you laughed lightly, holding onto his arm for support.

His hand cups the back of your neck and brings you in for a sweet kiss, and you meet it eagerly and pliantly.

“We should get you to bed,” Tyson smiles at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You nod in agreement.

“Only if you promise we can do this again in the morning,” you said without reservation, too satisfied to think better of your words.

Tyson only laughs. “Okay, off to bed with you, you hussy. I’ll be there in a minute. Help yourself to whatever clothes you want. Or don’t.” He nips at your jaw.

You stare at him, lost and with wide doe-eyes like you’re waiting for his next instruction. Your glazed-over look is immensely pleasing to Tyson, and he turns you towards the bedroom and sends you off with a pat on the ass.

You hurry down the hall and disappear into his bedroom while Tyson finishes locking up, securing the front door and making sure all the lights are off. A ping sounds from a corner near the front door, and Tyson recognizes it as your phone that’s been long forgotten in your purse.

Curiosity gets the best of him, and maybe he wants to make sure it’s not an emergency someone’s trying to alert you of, so he checks your phone.

Will: I’m off call next weekend if you’d like to get together. I really want to see you again. There is a symphony orchestra on Saturday if you’re interested.

The message has Tyson’s back straightening in agitation as he reads over it again. Fucking hell. When were you finally going to cut this guy off? Tyson was starting to become more than annoyed at Will’s presence in your life. Annoyance would slowly be turning into anger if he stayed around much longer.

Maybe it was petty on Tyson’s part, but he was doing it for good reason when he unlocked your phone with the passcode you gave to Tyson and opened the text thread. Will wasn’t right for you anyway.

So Tyson edited the thread, clicked on Will’s last message, and deleted it. Then he locked your phone and tucked it back into your purse.

Good riddance.

Whatever brief and faint guilt he felt over deleting the text soon faded when he heard you call his name from the bedroom asking where he was at, and he set your purse back down on the ground before going to join you.

He shed his tie and button-up the second he crossed his bedroom door and found you nestled under his sheets and waiting for him. He sure as hell wasn’t going to feel bad about deleting that message with you in his bed looking freshly fucked and cute as hell.

This is where you belonged. In Tyson’s bed and cuddling into his side and waking up next to him. Will could go to hell because there was no way Tyson was letting you go now.

[absolutelyfizzing]

Sifu Hotman

zuko x water tribe sibling!reader

request - I want to request a Zuko x fem reader being Sokka and Katara's sister. She can be the older sister or sokka's twin sister. Also when they start dating Sokka and Katara can like threaten him by saying don't hurt my sister or else.

A/N - This is taking place after the war, I'm vaguely uncomfy writing for underage people (or like younger than 17) so I just went ahead and aged them up. I'm sorry if that's not what you were wanting! I'm also sort of ignoring the plot of the comics and stuff and we are ignoring Mai's existence. I don't feel like this was my best writing by any means but i tried and i thought it was a cute idea. There will probably be more zuko x reader coming soon

word count - 2000

MASTERLIST

You took a deep breath in, the warm air refreshing after having just spent the last month in the southern water tribe with your family besides Katara who was off saving lives with Aang. Your twin brother stood beside you, his hair grown out and tied into a ponytail. Your sister would be here in the fire nation in a week with Aang. It had been three years since the war, you had just been kids at the time. You and Sokka were 15 during the last battle and you had felt so old then. Now, looking back, you had been immature and childish but you had grown up. After the war ended you remained in the fire nation for a few months. You had wanted to get a little bit of quiet before you started going on more adventures with your brother.

You had been very close with Zuko while he was traveling with you and the gang. You didn't know why but you trusted him, maybe it was because you trusted Toph's judgement but either way you had accepted him quicker than the others. You remembered how cold the rest of the group had been to him and it almost was funny to you now considering that Katara had just told you a story in a recent letter about Toph, Aang, and Zuko getting into a bickering match about fire flakes that ended in Toph trapping both of the boys into a earth tent. It was also hard to comprehend that Zuko was the new Firelord and he ruled over a whole nation.

It had been 2 years since you saw Zuko in person. It wasn't on purpose but you kept getting pulled in different directions, none of them leading you into the fire nation. You were excited but also scared to see him, butterflies filling your stomach at the thought of seeing him. You'd had a bit of a crush on the new Firelord when you last saw him but you refused to tell either of your siblings, knowing that they would threaten him to high heaven before he even knew about it.

Your brother walking beside you calmed you a bit, his presence being comforting to you. He was much taller than you now and he was more confident than the kid he had been during the war. You knew that the same was true for Aang, though he never grew up in personality. As you approached the gates of the palace you wondered if Zuko had changed.

You realized that he had as the gates opened and he was stood on the steps up to the palace waiting for both of you. His hair was long and it was pulled into a messy bun. His scar was no longer shrouded in his bangs and he seemed more confident in his stance. His robes were long and elegant and you wondered if he wore them by choice of if they were required because of his position. Your brother jogged slightly to get to Zuko faster, having grown to hold a strong bond with the man. You walked calmly but there was a smile on your face as your brother and Zuko embraced. Once the released each other Zuko turned to you. You noticed him gulp a bit and a blush threatened to cover your cheeks. Your grin became wider the closer you got to him and soon you were wrapped in his embrace.

You noticed that his frame was larger. You leaned your head back from the hug to look at his face and he looked well. Like he was happy and maybe even getting enough sleep.

"Hey there, Sifu Hotman." You smiled and Zuko rolled his eyes as he released you from the hug.

"I see we haven't matured in 2 years?" He grunts but you can see the smile trying to creep onto his face. "Toph still calls me that too." He grumbled lowly and you started laughing.

"Where is the little demon?"

"She's away dealing with some prisoners for me. She should be back in a week or so." Zuko smiled. "She's taken up a pretty important role here. She's like my personal lie detector. She likes to sit in on council meetings and scare everyone."

"I think that's actually her dream job." You smiled and Zuko hummed in agreement. There was a bit of a silence as you and Zuko just gazed at each other. He seemed so sure now. You had missed him dearly.

"Okay! Let's get this show on the road, people!" Sokka yelled and you internally groaned that he had to ruin the moment. Before you all turned toward the palace, Zuko sent you a wink and you felt a blush cover your face. As you headed up the steps of the palace you felt a comforting hand on your lower back as the Fire Lord gently followed behind you, Sokka running ahead of you, likely to find the food in the kitchens that he was accostomed to spending all of his time in.

"Can I speak to you in private when we get a moment?" Zuko asks and again your heart rate picks up. You turn your head to look at him.

"Of course" You smiled and he smiles back at you, making your head spin a bit. You spent the next few hours meeting new advisors, getting a tour through new parts of the palace, and catching up with Zuko who seemed to be acting more clingy than you had ever remembered him to be.

"Y/N, would you mind coming with me?" Zuko asked and you turned to face him with a smile.

"Of course!" You chirped as he led you to a secluded hallway away from your brother who was discussing war strategy with an advisor of Zuko's.

When you reached a place where you were out of earshot of others Zuko gently took your hands.

"I have something to confess." He stated and you felt fire on your cheeks, you nodded for him to continue, "I'm in love with you. I have been for years and I've never acted on it because there was always something going on and I was so unsure but now-" he gazed into your eyes with sincerity, "I couldn't be more sure. I want to be with you. If you'd have me, that is." Instead of answering you jumped forward, pressing your lips onto Zuko's in a searing kiss. He groaned and pushed back, trapping you against a wall. He pulled away to press his forehead into yours and you closed your eyes for a moment before opening them again and gazing at the man in front of you.

"Katara is gonna kill you." You mumbled and Zuko smiled.

"You aren't worried about Sokka?"

"I just know that Sokka can't win in a fight against you. Katara on the other hand..." you trailed off and Zuko looked offended.

"That's pretty rude to say to the man who just confessed his love for you."

"I'm just being honest. Toph might have some words too."

Zuko shuddered at the thought of what they could do to him. Sokka would be upset but he could probably handle it. Aang would be happy for both of them he was sure, always the peacemaker and moderator. Aang would probably be the only reason that Katara wouldn't attack Zuko immediately.

Over the next week you snuck around with Zuko, taking alone time any chance that you got. Sokka rarely let you get any peace as he stayed with you nearly constantly. He was always a little on the defence with you and he would likely settle in and ease up over the coming weeks as he got used to the new environment. You were never a huge fighter, though you could hold your own. You also couldn't bend. You were the one of the group who took care of everyone, you were the smartest in strategy by far, and you were the only one who could reason with Toph. Because of this, Sokka had gotten used to just being near you in case anything happened, though it was rare that anything did. You appreciated it normally but now you wanted time alone so that you could spend it with Zuko as you got used to being in a relationship that was more than platonic. But today was the day that the rest of the gang was arriving, even Suki would be joining you so you hoped that would take some of the clingy-ness of Sokka away. You all stood at the front of the palace, much like Zuko had stood for you a week earlier, and watched as Appa approached in the distance. He flew gently in front of you and as soon as he landed in front of you he licked you with his giant tongue and you were covered in slobber. Despite this you couldn't be happier to see the giant animal and you embraced him. You were suddenly pulled away and brought into the arms of your little sister.

"I missed you, Y/N." She mumbled into your neck and you smiled into hers, it had been so long since you had seen her and you felt tears come to your eyes at the relief of having her near.

You spent the next hours catching up with Katara and Aang, who had grown to be taller than you since you last saw him. Toph and Suki arrived that night and you were all glad to be together again at last, old memories coming back and filling you all with joy. You and Zuko looked at each other and you took a deep breath. You had discussed that you would be revealing your relationship to the rest of the group when you were all together but you were nervous for their reactions.

"So... I have something I would like to tell you guys." You stated and all of the conversation died down, all eyes suddenly on you. "Me and Zuko are together." You rushed out and you only got blank stares for a moment before there was groaning from Toph and Sokka.

"You couldn't have waited another year? I didn't think you would have figured it out by now." Toph grumbled and pulled some coins out of her pocket, Sokka doing the same. Suki and Katara held out their hands and money got dropped into them, both with smug looks on their faces. Zuko looked over at you and had the same look of shock that you likely did.

"What?" You mumbled.

"We all knew you were going to get together of course, you've been pining after each other for years, but me and Suki said you would be getting together this month and Toph said in a year. Sokka actually said in 3 months so he was closer than Toph was." Katara stated simply and you still just stared at her, mouth agape. "We also talked about the fact that if he hurts you," Her gaze shifted to a nervous looking Zuko, "we would all be committing some crimes."

"I feel like I should clarify that those crimes include maiming and murder." Sokka glared at Zuko and he gulped.

"But I'm so happy for you two!" Katara exclaimed, her attitude shifting completely. You and Zuko stared at each other in shock and then you smiled at him. You were so happy to finally be together and to have your friends around you.

[falcqns]

Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓

Age Gap

pairing: chris evans x younger!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol

being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.

finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.

when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.

you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.

you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.

at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.

when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?

you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.

you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.

the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.

as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.

when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.

eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.

then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.

but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.

Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.

it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.

Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.

suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.

he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.

he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.

he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.

he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.

he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.

“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.

Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.

“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.

you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.

“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.

you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.

“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.

“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”

[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

                                                             *  *  *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

                                                            *  *  *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[alovesongshewrote]

The Joys of Running! | Lady Dimitrescu HCs

you run around Castle Dimitrescu and the vamp ladies think it’s very sexy of you.  also, you beat Heisenberg up a little bit

Taglist: @blixeon @mxcheese​ @prismarts​ @tales-of-hisirdoux​

Headcannons 

Right, so

We all know that Mr. Ethan Winters likes to shoot things

Which is like

Fair

He’s seen some shit, he wants to defend himself, that’s valid

BUT

WHAT HE HASN’T CONSIDERED 

IS RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY

You, though, you have a big brain

You considered that

So

When you rolled up to Lady D’s castle 

You started running

I mean, you hung out with Alcina for a bit first, but then you realized she wanted to eat you

So

You ran

And, like

You were good at it

You got much farther than Winters did

Basically, every time you heard the 9’6 vampire or her daughters approaching, you would get into the nearest cupboard, under the nearest bed, or on top of the nearest bookshelf, and you would hide

And if you were found?

You would run

Have you ever played Outlast?  Because it was kind of like that, except nicer, because you were in a castle

Anyway

Despite your general success, you were almost caught a few times

One of the daughters (Cassandra) actually managed to get her arms around you once

You bit her

She let go out of you mostly out of surprise, she didn’t expect that

Another time, Alcina’s claws came within an inch of your face

But you like

Bent backwards 

And because you could, you fucking crawled away

Exorcist style

She may be an eldritch monster, but that was fucking terrifying 

Honestly though

You all kind of enjoyed the chase

It wasn’t like you were hurting anyone 

And most of the people brought to the castle died/became Moroaice pretty quickly 

But you

You made things interesting

You wouldn’t go down so easily 

Also, you provided interesting conversation?

And compliments? 

overall you were like, a pleasant presence in the Dimitrescu household

and like, you could’ve left at any time, but you didn’t 

So

They kind of, maybe, sort of

Started to let you get away

They didn’t talk about it

They just did

You were fun, they were bored

And that’s about it

It almost became a game, ironically enough

They did their best to sneak up on you, or find unique ways to catch you

One time, one of the daughters (Daniella) hid in a closet and had one of her sisters (Bela) chase you into that room

When you tried to hide in the closet, boom, vampire lady

You jumped out the window that day

It was dope

That was your role in the game, really

finding cooler and cooler ways to escape 

Jumping into vents

Jumping over railings 

Jumping out windows

Devising distractions 

For you it was stressful, but not terrible 

They didn’t let anything else attack you

And also, they gave you food

plus the castle was warm.  and like, cool as hell

technically you could’ve left at any time

you were good enough at running and hiding to escape the village entirely 

but y’know

it would be a lot of work

and you just

didn’t feel like it

So

staying in the castle wasn’t that bad

sometimes it was funny

One time one of the daughters (Daniella, again) threw a fucking vase at your head

The vase shattered against the wall and you both just

Froze, staring at the glass shards

Then you looked at each other

And you both just

walked away

She didn’t even try to get you that time, she just let you go

Overall

It was kind of a cozy existence 

For all of you

And, like, as it turned out, keeping you alive was a really good idea

Y'know how Heisenberg and Lady D don’t

What’s the word

Like each other in the slightest?

Yeah

So

One day, the metal man just kinda

Drops in

He and Alcina start yelling at each other

And you’re like

Hiding on top of a bookshelf like

What the fuck

Literally, in your head, you’re going

What the fuck?  What the fuck, who the fuck is this?  The fuck?  What?  Whomst? 

What you do know, tho, is that he’s being mean to the hot vampire you live with 

So

You

Jump down

Alcina and Heisenberg don’t even notice

And since they don’t notice

You have a minute to look around 

for a weapon

Eventually 

Your eyes settle on a vase

So you walk over

Grab it

Walk over to the two lords

And slam the thing into the back of Heisenberg’s head

Alcina is

A little surprised 

And a lot delighted 

She actually laughs, and you

Fuckin

Melt a little bit

It gets better when you tell Heisenberg, who’s totally fine btw, just a little shook, to “Get fucked”

Heisenberg is pissed, but it isn’t like he can do much

Especially since you immediately disappear back into the shadows

Alcina is laughing too hard to continue the argument, so

Metal man leaves 

The next time Lady D sees you, she fucking

Pins you to the wall

Which freaks you out

But then she says something like

“While I don’t generally appreciate my guests being attacked, I will say the look on my idiot brother’s face was… humorous.”

You give her like

An awkward thumbs up 

and she continues 

“However, I have to wonder what it was that drove you to attack him.”

She says it like a question, so you answer

“I don’t know, he was being a dick to you.  I didn’t like that.”

That

Is when Alcina decides she wants to keep you

Like

As a sort of friend 

and not as prey 

And that situation works out even better

For everyone

[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

[honey-milk-depresso]

Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) 8

Part 1,

part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

The final chapter. Congratulations for surviving this long with my bullshit-

“Everyone, please place the flower we have given you in their coffin.”

The sunlight was shining brightly in the early morning of NRC’s campus, 

but no happiness was to be found.

Just yesterday, you have died.

And it took a moment for Azul to realize that you were truly gone.

Everyone in NRC lined up in a single file to pay their final respects to you, one by one placing their flower in your coffin.

When it came to Azul’s turn, he had to hold himself from crying. He felt as if you were watching him. If he cried, you’ll cry too, and he doesn’t want you to fully leave this world with sadness and guilt.

He looked at you. Even if you’re dead, you looked as beautiful as ever.

He grabbed your cold hands, and placed the flower in the middle of your chest, before he gently used your hands to cover the flower, as if you are holding it.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I hope you go to a safe place.” And he walked away.

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Azul walked back to Octavinelle with Jade and Floyd. They were silent. Yes, even Floyd stayed quiet.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Azul was solemn.

Never in his life have he came across death, let alone, someone he hold close to.

He used to love before.

He went back to his office alone and tilted his head up. Jade and Floyd went back to their rooms.

He’s not crying. He won’t cry for you.

Read it.

He heard something whisper.

“What..?”

The notebook.

He glanced to his right, the notebook labelled “ To Azul Ashengrotto”.

“Read it after they die,” Trey’s words echoed in his head as he recalls.

He grabbed the book.

To Azul Ashengrotto.

He stared at it, hesitantly flipping to the first page.

“I’m rewriting this from the accounts of Y/n, Azul. She asked for it. I hope you’re reading this.

- Trey Clover”

So Trey wrote this book for you to him.

“Azul and I were chilling at Monstro Lounge in the VIP room.

Lmao, he was soooo unlucky with his pulls, and had to answer all my questions and stuff. Apparently he thinks Idia is more handsome than Jade. Ooh~ 

I really loved the fact he wanted to spend time with me although he looks so done. I really appreciate it!”

He snorted. That was so you.

“Azul and I hanged out at the Rose Kingdom. I’m so glad Headmaster allowed me to hang out with him! Sometimes I feel like Headmaster is a dad. 

I had so much fun! Though, it’s kinda embarrassing that Azul spoilt me with so many gifts, and all I did was drag him around. I love the octopus plushie he won for me. It’s so chubby, soft and cute, just like him! 

He also bought me food from Trey’s awesome family bakery, and a really expensive pendent. I feel guilty, but I love it! It’s so pretty!”

He sighed. Really? Chubby?

“Headmaster told me I’m going to die in five months time. I’m really scared. I know I’ve joked about I feel like dying cuz of Professor Crewel’s homework, now facing with death, it feels really scary.

I have to tell everyone right? Headmaster told me he’ll tell my friends, that includes Azul. How would he feel? I don’t want him to feel sad..”

He flipped to the next page.

“Azul, Jade and Floyd came to visit me. Actually EVERYONE did! Even Leona and Idia! Can you believe it?? But I was so happy that Azul and the tweels came.

I rubbed my eyes so hard because I didn’t want them to see me cry. I was just so happy to see them!”

“Trey told me something. Well, an offered to do something for me. 

He knew I had a superrrr big crush on Azul, and he said I should tell him. I was so embarrassed at first, but I’m going to die soon, so I have to confess sooner or later right? 

He told me he’ll write a whole record of me of what I want to tell him, and then I can give it for him to read after I die.

Sounds like a good idea, but also kind of cruel. After I die????

What should I do?”

So that’s what you were talking about with him.

“I got to be discharged!

FINALLY OH MY SEVENSSSSS-

I CAN GET FRESH AIR BEFORE I DIE

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORING IT IS TO BE CHAINED TO A BED, DOING NOTHING UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO VISIT???

PROFESSOR TREIN’S CLASS IS WAY BETTER-

Azul brought me around the entire campus, and to Octavinelle! And we played UNO! Although I lost a lot... But I’m happy I got to spend time with him and see everyone outside of the infirmary! ^^”

“I went to NRC’s Halloween Celebration!

IT. WAS. SO. COOL!!

There were like flying decorations and good food,

I got to see NRC become so lively and colorful! It was amazing!

Also I got to hang out with Azul and the tweels, and of course, everyone else!

I even got to be part of all the scaring and stuff at the Octavinelle’s scare house! heheheh~ 

I love the big finale, I wish it could last forever.”

“I made up my mind. 

I’m gonna ask Trey to help me write that book. I want Azul to have a piece of me even when I’m gone. I won’t leave him alone, and I’ll do everything in my power to do so.

If Trey is giving me the opportunity to do so, I’ll take it! Though, I should’ve done it from the beginning..”

“Azul kissed me. 

Oh my shit-

MMM I SHOULDN’T HAVE DRANK THE PLUM WINE HE GAVE ME BEFORE WE KISSED, I PROBABLY SMELT BAD-

BUT HE SAID HE LIKES IT??? WAS IT A GOOD CALL I DON’T KNOW-

But... I’m happy.. I got the courage to confess to him! On top of that, he said yes! I’m so happy I could cry..”

“I’m going to be giving the notebook to Trey. He’s gonna record it all down for me today. 

Azul, I hope you’re reading this. I want you to flip to the back. I asked Trey to attached something really important I want to share with you.”

He flipped to the back. There was a slip of paper folded, stapled to the page. It also held the pendent he bought for you. He grabbed it, and unfolded the paper.

“Azul, 

I’m writing this to you 5 months before I die. Crowley told me to tell everyone about my condition, but I wrote this for you specially.

Remember I told you in that truth or dare game?

“If I told you I was scared to die, what would you do?”

To tell you now, I’m still kind of scared. But I won’t show it! Pretending not being scared isn’t like lying.

Okay, but a practical thing, you could do anything you want with this book.

You can tear it up, throw it away, hide it or even show to everyone! Totally up to you!

I’m gonna be honest with you, I was and still jealous of you.

You were and are the picture perfect honor student of NRC. I haven’t been in NRC as long as you, but I’m just so jealous you manage to be so cool and flawless in everything you do! Well, maybe except for flying..

But still! You were and still are my role model! You always manage to amaze me! But not only that, you treated me like your best friend no matter what position you are! Maybe that’s why I fell for you, you didn’t show biasness towards me to become my friend. I hope you were genuine about our friendship!

But, I like the fact you actually sometimes don’t need other people to reflect about yourself, unlike me. I can’t reflect about me all by myself. If I were like you, maybe I could’ve been able to live entirely by myself, with my own unique worth and responsibilities. Of course, while still being friends with others!

But when it comes to self reflection, you are down to earth with yourself, you speak to yourself, and that’s very independent of you. Ever since you were little you were like that too, and that’s what made you hardworking and diligent!

I’ll end it right here, to tell you I love you. Ehehe~ Sorry it’s so sudden.

I love you, meanie.”

drip.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Slowly, Azul felt tears rolling down his face.

He broke. Except... that wasn’t true.

He’d been broken when he first heard you were about to die. He just kept strong for you, as you did for him.

He was so glad, he had spent his time with you.

You needed him. You felt like he’d done everything for you.

But now, you’re gone.

It was thanks to you, he never felt insecure about his past anymore. For the first time he met you, his really lived for the first time. He existed in this world.

“Thank you, y/n..” he choked, smiling meekly at your final goodbye letter to him, as he clutched the pendent he gave you.

“I love you so much...”

From Ramshackle dorm, your slightly dusty octopus plushie rest on the side of your pillow.

From far away, he sensed you hugging it, whispering so close to him although so far,

“I love you too, meanie..”

END

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HO SHIT-

REBLOG IT I FELT MY TEARS I-

Ok I’m joking

thank you for surviving and following with the story. 

Azul loves you. Bye, have a good day!

@magicpumpkin3 don’t kill me pls-