#also maroon is almost finished up yes

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capitalism really got hands. why must i work and endure when i could be at home posting my kas!eddie

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Marigold (II)

𑁍 best friend!abby x reader

𑁍 Summary: Abby loved you in a way she believed you could never reciprocate. Per her friend's advice, she began to avoid you in hopes of healing her aching heart.

𑁍 CW: sfw, angst, a little bit of fluff, unrequited love, happy ending yippe, jealousy, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, reader neither described as masc nor fem, no physical description of reader besides that she is able-bodied, fighting, swearing, violence, ellie mention, a lot of crying, pet names.

𑁍 WC: 4.4k

𑁍 Daily click - Palestine masterpost - TLOU and israel

𑁍 divider creds

𑁍 Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

You buried your cold hands deep within the pockets of your maroon-colored jacket in an attempt to ward off the biting cold, each breath you took formed a slight cloud in the crisp air.

"Don't you think it's a little cold for ice cream?" You spoke, looking over at your friend walking alongside you.

"Maybe you'd enjoy it more if you actually got a good flavour."

You and Ellie wandered through the familiar town, your thoughts running as you dragged your feet across the pavement beneath you.

You tried to focus your thoughts on anything besides Abby: the cold breeze of winter stinging your nose, your coffee-flavored ice cream that, according to Ellie, tasted like burnt shit, the fallen leaves and the sound they would make when you'd step on them.

But she always managed to find her way back into your thoughts, contaminating your brain with the presence of her memories. The memories that once brought you joy were now nothing but painful.

Your steps came to a halt as you stopped by the town's bar. Wooden panels adorned with colorful string lights and a paper that read "winter dance" stapled on the entrance.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the dance tonight," Ellie spoke as she finished the last bite of her ice cream. She tossed it in a nearby bin. "You're going, right?"

The town hosted dances and gatherings quite often. It was never really your thing, but it was Abby's, being the social butterfly she is. She always dragged you along, and you were happy to follow.

But Abby was no longer with you, and now you had no reason to go.

"No, I don't think so," you replied. "Are you?"

"Yes, I am, and so are you." She said it as if you had no choice in the matter, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Come on, don't just say no because of Abby. This is the perfect opportunity to get your mind off her," she sighed dramatically. "It's also the perfect opportunity for me to show off my dance moves."

You sighed, and though you were not yet convinced, you allowed yourself to consider it. "I don't know, Ellie.”

"Please? If not for yourself, then go for me. You're not really gonna let me go to this thing alone, are you?" she pleaded.

"Stop that. You know guilt trip always works on me."

She grinned. "I know."

"Alright," you said as you threw your hands up in defeat. "I'll go."

Ellie was right, you needed this. It was unfair for you to miserably lay heartbroken when God knows Abby was probably already out having fun, relieved to be rid of you at last. It wasn't fair for Ellie either who came a long way to see you.

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Nora slipped on her last layer of clothes and started combing back her dark hair.

"You're awfully quiet," she spoke, looking over at the blonde resided beside her, currently styling her hair into her signature braid.

Abby offered no response for a moment, simply going back to her task.

"Uh, you okay?" Nora asked.

"I'm fine, Nora," Abby replied, speaking without a glance at her friend's way. It was clear that she was lying, Nora could see that. Abby had been evidently troubled for weeks, her distressful demeanor was something no soul could miss.

Nora sighed as she placed her hairbrush down. "No, you're not. Tell me what's going on with you," she asked, though she knew she didn't need to. She knew it was you who's causing her this sorrow. In truth, that had always been the case, even long before you two had stopped talking.

"I don't know, I'm just a little worried about her, I guess," she said. Merely talking of you was most difficult for her. She had been trying to avoid the topic of you for quite some time now, always shutting her friends down when they tried to ask what happened between you and her.

"You don't have to worry about her, Abs. She's got that redhead friend of hers to keep her company." Nora tried her best to be comforting.

Abby almost had to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes at the mention of Ellie. Of course she had noticed the two of you spending time together quite often, and as happy as she was that you had someone to keep you company, she couldn't help the seeping feeling of jealousy that contaminated her to the core at the first sight of you two.

“Please, don’t talk about Ellie,” she practically groaned, not doing much to conceal her obvious jealousy which earned her a slight grin from Nora.

“Jealous, much?” Nora asked.

That’s when Abby really rolled her eyes. “Nobody said that, Nora,” she said, albeit she knew she didn’t exactly give much room to conclude otherwise.

Abby didn’t want to admit truly how jealous she was of the red-headed girl and how badly your falling out had affected her.

She no longer wept, though she always felt as if she was on the verge of doing so. She tried to distract herself with the gym, but what once brought her happiness and contentment now felt like a chore. She didn’t need a distraction, she needed you.

She envied Ellie: she envied the way she got to hold you without that awful feeling of sheer guilt in the pit of her stomach; without that nagging voice in her head telling her what a disgusting person she is.

She envied the healthy relationship Ellie had with you, how comfortable she was in sharing affection without feeling as though she was fulfilling some perverse fantasy.

She was constantly plagued by the urge to go back to you, always having to remind herself of what a horrible idea that would be, as well as Nora’s persistent lectures which stopped her from doing something so foolish.

She was happy that you had someone to keep you company and comfort you, but she still couldn’t help the way she felt about Ellie. Her jealousy eating away at her every time she saw you together, doing things you once did with her, and she felt endlessly guilty for being jealous.

“Do you think she’s going? You know, to the party?” Nora inquired.

Abby considered it. She was unsure whether she wanted you there or not.

The sight of you would dim her mood, that she knew for certain, but she missed being in the same room as you.

“Probably not. T’was never really her scene.” She sounded different whenever she would speak about you. Her tone would change significantly. She sounded softer. Sadder.

Nora considered her next words for a moment before speaking. “Do you want her there?” She asked.

Abby zoned out for a moment, contemplating.

“I don’t know.”

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You stood beneath the cold wind staring at the town’s bar. You could hear everyone inside. Dancing, talking, yelling, singing along to the music. You took a deep breath and walked in, your eyes immediately scanning for Ellie.

You found the redhead standing by the bar with two drinks in hand. She met your eyes from across the room and gave you a smile as you walked up to her.

“So you came.” She handed you a drink.

“Yeah,” you responded as you fiddled with the bottle. “You were right, I’ve got to stop moping. This is good for me.”

Ellie tilted her head and smiled. “See? Told you. I’m always right.”

Moments passed, and you mostly followed Ellie around like a lost puppy while she socialized and met some new people.

That’s something you always envied about her: how she can make friends so easily and how confidently she carried herself most times.

You two then sat at the bar, allowing yourself to rest a little as you indulged yourself in conversation.

A conversation you were no longer paying attention to, Ellie’s voice slowly beginning to sound faded as your eyes were locked on someone else across the room.

And that certain someone was watching you right back. Deep blue eyes locked onto yours, keeping you connected from the other side of the room. Her brows were furrowed. She looked pained, tired, and yet still as beautiful as ever.

You didn’t think you would ever be in the same room as Abby again, but there she was, in all her glory.

She wore a tight green shirt that hugged her strong figure in all the right ways, along with some faded brown pants that accentuated her thighs.

“Stop looking at her.”

Abby was first to break eye contact, snapping you out of the trance that were her eyes. You averted your gaze from Abby and back to Ellie.

“Again, I am so sorry. I seriously didn’t know she’d be here,” Ellie apologized for what seemed like the millionth time.

“It’s fine, Ellie”, you reassured her, but you both knew it wasn’t fine at all. You sought a fun night to distract you from the ache in your heart that was Abby, only to have her come and bring that ache with her.

You were unsure whether you were surprised to see her here or not. You knew that she enjoyed these parties, but you assumed she wouldn’t be attending this time after what had happened. Perhaps you should have known better.

“There she goes staring at you again,” Ellie groaned and rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s just get out of here.”

“Way ahead of you.” You were already throwing the remainder of your drink and getting ready to leave. Ellie followed shortly after, but not without bidding her new friends goodbye.

You stood in the sidelines waiting for her as she moved all around the room.

You then found yourself praying to whatever god there is up there to allow the ground to open up and swallow you (or Ellie) whole, because with all of her careless wandering, she mistakenly bumped into Abby, nearly spilling the last of her drink on her. Nearly. That part you were grateful for.

“Oh shit, man, my bad,” Ellie chuckled. She did not sound the least bit apologetic. In fact, she only sounded proud of herself. You wondered if it had even been accidental at all.

Abby recognized Ellie immediately, of course she did. She was not only looking at you the whole time, but as well as glaring holes into the back of Ellie’s skull.

“Oh please, don’t pretend like that wasn’t deliberate,” Abby said harshly. Ellie grinned mockingly, glad that she managed to get such a reaction from the blonde.

“Aw, what’s making you so hostile, Abby? Makes it seem like you’ve got a personal grudge against me.” Ellie just kept pushing Abby’s buttons, speaking in the most condescending tone she could muster. If there was one thing Ellie was good at, it was riling people up.

You practically sprinted to them, grabbing Ellie’s hand and gesturing for her to leave.

You met Abby’s eyes once again, but this time was different, because now you stood close enough to really look at her again; close enough to get another hint of her intoxicating smell.

Once again, she broke eye contact.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think someone’s a little jealous,” Ellie pushed again, trying to get another reaction from Abby. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You’re jealous that she’s got me now.” Ellie grinned again, enjoying the sight of Abby’s scowling face.

“Ellie!” You yelled. You were getting upset as well as embarrassed. Whatever Abby was mad at you for, she was definitely never forgiving you now. You pushed Ellie’s arm away and tried to grab her and leave once again. You were ignored.

“Jealous?” Abby scoffed, she was the one grinning now. “You’re just a replacement. You realize that, right? If it weren’t for me leaving her, she wouldn’t even spare your desperate ass a glance.”

You were left aghast at Abby’s words, Ellie clearly was too. She tried to hide it, but it was clear Abby’s words had hurt her.

You opened your mouth to defend Ellie. You loved Abby, that would never change, but you would not stand for anyone talking to Ellie like that and speaking lies about you. But Ellie interrupted you before you had the chance.

“Yeah? ‘Least I never fuckin’ ghosted her or made her feel like shit the way you did; at least she’s happy with me. So yeah, got your girl now, bitch,” Ellie retorted, looking evidently proud of herself for that last sentence. Clearly she still found this fun.

Abby’s clearly had enough of childish banter. One thing about her is that she was never afraid to get violent.

She took a step forward and shoved Ellie, nearly knocking her off her balance. You were ready to interfere, until Ellie shoved Abby right back with the same amount of zeal.

Everyone’s attention was on them now, not including those who were black out drunk. The entirety of the bar went quiet, staring at the two women in excitement. As if you thought this couldn’t get any more humiliating.

“You both are fucking childish,” you yelled and tried to get in between them.

Quite the dumb move on your end. The punch Abby threw was meant for Ellie, but with your careless action of stepping in, you were the one taking the hit, your head snapping back.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Abby to hastily grab your face, softly cradling it between her hands.

“Fuck, marigold, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you,” she spoke quickly. The tone in her voice was scared and replete with concern. It was evident on her face.

She seemed surprised by her own actions as well. She didn’t think nor intend to hold you like that. When it came to her, protecting you almost felt like a natural instinct.

The feeling of her hands on your skin and her face so close to yours nearly made you forget the aching pain on your cheek.

You snapped out of it swiftly and pushed her hands away from you, sending her back.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” was all you said. It was bitter, laced with venom. Abby looked hurt, but mostly ashamed of herself. She didn’t speak.

“Now can we just leave already?” You groaned and turned to Ellie.

“Yeah…” she breathed, still glaring holes at Abby.

You grabbed Ellie’s arm and finally left. It took everything in you not to look back at Abby. You wished you didn’t care about her so much.

You were now back at your house, examining the swollen area on your cheek which you knew would soon be a shade of purple.

You spent most of your time in your head, replaying that incident continuously.

What you truly could not manage to get out of your head was how Abby had reacted when she’d accidentally hit you. That name she called you: you were certain you would never hear her utter that word again.

You were both confused and comforted by the gesture, but you tried not to dwell on it.

“God, she’s even worse than you described. What a bitch.” Ellie had been ranting and moaning about Abby for what felt like all night.

You tried to tune her out, not wanting to think about Abby so much. Is this what Ellie felt with you?

“You should’ve let me fight her. I mean, she’s big as shit, but I could definitely take her on.” She took a moment to observe herself in the mirror. “Definitely,” she repeated.

“Ow!” You flinched as you poked your swollen skin. That got Ellie to stop her ranting and come to your aid.

“You okay?” Ellie held your jaw and observed your cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” you trailed off. “You started that fight on purpose, didn’t you?”

Ellie raised her brows at your question and smiled slightly. “Nah. Trust me, if it was deliberate, I would’ve spilled my drink on her. This was just a happy accident, as Bob Ross once said.”

“Yeah, well your happy accident got me a punch to the face, but I’m glad you found it fun.” You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the mirror.

“Actually, you jumping in between us is why you got punched. Seriously, what were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted you guys to stop.”

Ellie frowned and crossed her arms, an expression of remorse scrawled upon her features. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. She’s just… she’s so fucking confusing, Ellie,” you said and buried your face in your hands.

“I know,” Ellie empathized. She wasn’t the best at comforting, always getting awkward in serious situations. But what she offered was her ear, and that was all you needed.

“I mean, what the hell was that? Did you see how she grabbed me? What she called me? Why does she think she can just do that after everything?” You were trying to remain calm, which wasn’t easy with Ellie staring at you so sympathetically. “Why does she still act like I mean something to her?”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you do,” Ellie suggested, placing her hand on your back and offering you some much needed physical comfort.

It really did not make any sense, Abby’s actions only managing to confuse you more. Could she really have cared about you? Was there still something there, or did she merely feel guilty for hurting you?

Now what you had planned to uplift your mood and ease your sorrow had been ruined by Abby’s presence. It seemed as though she haunted you everywhere, bringing nothing but ache and destruction alongside.

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Abby felt weak.

She had tried to avoid you, as she usually did, but the memories of what had occurred the other night played endlessly in her mind, fueling her with guilt.

She’d tried to make herself stop caring, convincing herself that you meant nothing to her and that what had happened the night prior did not affect her, but to no avail.

She cared about you, and that would never change. She could avoid looking at your face as much as she wanted, but your image was forever seared into her mind.

Today was a particularly gruesome one. You did not bother to hide the bruise that formed, and Abby didn’t fail to notice.

She had tried to walk up to you and apologize, each time cowardice and shame taking a hold of her and turning her back around.

The idea of speaking to you again after everything intimidated her, which was quite unusual for someone like Abby. She never anticipated a time would come where she would be apprehensive about facing you.

Unfortunately for her, you did not lack discernment. You noticed her reluctance in making her way to you; noticed the way she was internally battling herself.

You stood outside, bidding Ellie goodbye as she left to go back home.

When Ellie was finally gone, Abby walked up to you again, and you hoped for what seemed like the hundredth time that this time she would not turn back around. You didn’t know whether you planned to forgive her or not, but you still wanted her to speak to you.

When she noticed you looking at her as she made her way to you, she stopped at a halt and turned back around.

Her actions and timidity were beginning to frustrate you, but right as you were about to speak up, she turned around once again and walked towards you, this time faster, as if she wanted to get it over with before her apprehension got a hold of her once more.

“Hey,” she spoke, her voice laced with discomfort.

The gleam in her eyes changed as she got another look at your bruised cheek, feeling infinitely more guilty.

You didn’t reply and simply waited for her to get to her point. You wanted it to seem like it was because you were mad at her (and you were), but in truth you were at a loss for words.

Because she was here. She was speaking to you; she was looking at you. It took everything in you not to break down into tears at that seemingly insignificant act.

“So…” she trailed off, eyes scanning everywhere timidly. “I just wanted to say that I am so, so sorry. For hitting you, I mean. I swear, I meant to hit Ellie but you got in the way— not that I’m saying it’s your fault, because it wasn’t—” she was rambling now, her nerves getting the best of her. If you were any less hurt, you would laugh and call her cute.

“What the hell do you want, Abby?” You interrupted aggressively, which earned you a look of both shame and bewilderment.

“To… apologize?” She said it more like a question. She was slightly rendered uneasy by your anger, but she did not blame you in the slightest nor was she surprised. It only made the guilt grow into something more unbearable.

“Apologize, huh? Don’t you think you have other things to apologize for? You think this—“ you pointed at your bruised cheek, “is what hurt me?”

Abby took another look at your cheek. She didn’t reply. She looked down and crossed her arms, hugging her sides. Your eyes followed her hands and noticed the way she dug her nails into the skin of her hips, her knuckles slightly turning white.

You remembered all the times where you would scold her for that bad habit of hers, asking her why she’s so nervous and having her brush you off and ask you not to fret.

“Just let me-“

“No, Abigail. I don’t wanna fuckin’ hear you right now,” you interrupted. “You said you never wanted to see me again, so why don’t you just stick to your word?” Your heart broke into a few more pieces at the mention of that night, remembering all the things she had said and that distant tone in her voice. Her heart broke as well, remembering how cruel she was and the painful look on your face.

“Why do you have to be so damn confusing? Why are you contradicting yourself by saying you never want to see me again, only to keep looking at me with those fucking eyes, starting childish fights, calling me marigold, and now you wanna try to talk to me and expect forgiveness?” You were yelling at this point, letting everything spill out with no control or filter.

And Abby was quiet, understanding. She was listening. Her knuckles were turning whiter with every word you spoke, her eyes slightly glistening.

“You left me without a word. You never tried to talk to me about what happened, maybe we could have fixed it!”

“You wouldn’t-”

“No!” You interrupted again, not wanting to hear her voice and only spilling what has been bottled up inside you. “Don’t speak and let me finish! You didn’t talk to me, Abby. Do you have any comprehension of how terrible I felt? Did you enjoy knowing that I spent nights wondering how the hell I was supposed to fix what you destroyed?”

“I-”

“I’m not done! What made you think that you could just walk up to me and-”

“Stop!” She was the one to interrupt you this time. “I love you,” she said before she could think. It was said quietly, softly, and this time she was looking you in the eye.

That definitely shut you up. You stood there, gawking. You were trying to form words, but none came to mind. Your head was empty, but your heart was heavy, filled with emotions you couldn’t quite place.

Abby was clearly getting anxious by your lack of response, so she spoke again.

“I don’t know if you’ll accept my reasoning for what I did, but that’s it, and I’m sorry. I did it because I loved you. Because I love you.” Her voice was shaking slightly. She was afraid. It was painfully obvious.

“Why- why didn’t you tell me?” You stuttered, dumbfounded. Of all the possibilities you considered that might have been the cause of what happened, this was something that would have never crossed your mind. Not in a million years.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She laughed, though her voice held no humor in it, laden only with pain. “I didn’t wanna lose you. I was afraid I’d ruin what we have,” she said, digging her nails even deeper into her skin. “But now I already did.”

The last part was quiet, spoken slightly above a whisper. She no longer met your eyes, detaching herself from you almost completely. She was sure this was the last time you would ever speak to her again. This is where you would let her go.

It undoubtedly hurt and scared her to reveal herself to you; to finally speak the words that were sure to cause you to let her go, but she didn’t want to be selfish anymore.

She would face her feelings and allow you to leave because of it. The words you had just screamed at her did not fall on deaf ears and she would no longer leave you ignorant to the truth and pained from the untold.

You offered no response. Endless words and confessions played in your head, but none left your mouth. You felt frozen, but you also wanted to know what else she had to say.

Abby’s apprehension only grew at your silence. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I knew you wouldn’t take this so kindly but I just needed to get it off my chest and I am so, so sorry. I understand if you don’t wanna talk-”

Her profuse rambling was interrupted by your lips on hers. Your mouth didn’t move, only feeling the soft plush of her lips against your own.

The kiss ended as quickly as it came. Her eyes were wide and she was left gawking. “So that’s how I get you to shut up,” you joked.

“Fuck, come here,” she breathed. She grabbed your face and swiftly pulled it to hers, meeting your lips in another, more passionate kiss.

You pulled her in further by the collar of her shirt. You were so close that you could feel your hearts beating against each other. You could not imagine anything more intimate.

Her lips were slightly chapped, yet still soft and plush, and she tasted beautifully. It was as if the heavens had descended from the skies and given you a taste of its richest, most forbidden fruit.

You forced yourself to separate your lips so you could catch your breath. You pulled away and met her face, her eyes heavy and mouth slightly agape. She looked beautiful like this, all blissed out. The sun kissing her face reflected the gleam in her eyes like light beams in the sky. You smiled at the scene.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

“I love you, my marigold.”

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a/n: this took so fucking long I don’t even know if people are interested in reading it anymore but here it is

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What if Buddy had a sister?

(I made an AU of if Buddy had a sister imma draw it online later cause they look a bit funky on paper and also so I can draw them with color too! Meet Tiny!)

“Tiny”

Buddy was already in chains. The story is supposed to be finished by now. All Prunella has to do is send him of to jail. All she had to say is “Take him to jail”. Just a few simple words. But nooooo, Buddy and Chase were fighting and Prunella thinks this is entertaining. And you know what they were fighting about? They were bickering over if chips are the same things as crackers or not. How did the small insult Buddy gave off turn into a war of are chips and crackers the same? Deacon was done. Absolutely over it.

“Chase come on wrap it up the guards have been standing there for 10 minutes already and they are starting to look lifeless” Deacon tapped Chase’s on his shoulder

“UGH!! I DONT CARE DORKIN, LOOK BUDDY IS TALKING NONSENSE YOU HEAR ME ACTUAL NONSENSE!!!” Chase said

“NO IM NOT!!! SEARCH IT UP, CHIPS AND CRACKERS ARE THE SAME THING!!! SOME CRACKERS ARE CALLED CHIPS!!! YOUR THE IDIOT HERE!!!” With 2 guards on the sides of him holding Buddy’s arm he still had no fear to speak up to the newly married princesses.(Chase)

“Ugh Deacon it was getting to the good part but you interrupted it” Prunella said rolling her eyes

“Look. Chase. please. let’s just end the book later Prunella will get home later than usual and they will get suspic-“

“Yeah yeah save it dorkin I’m wrapping I’m wrapping!” Then Chase turned over to Buddy, “GO SUCK ON A TAILPIPE!!!”

Chase grabbed on Deacons arm and started to leave

“PERHAPS I WILL-“ Buddy was about to yell back

Suddenly a flash of light appeared.

“Wait Chase, we need Prunella to send off Buddy” Then Deacon looked at the flashing light. “Huh???”

“WOAH CHASE WAIT!!!” Prunella pointed at the light “I-it looks like another person?!”

“Huh” Chase turned around to see a small female figure. She looked about 14-16 years old. She seemed to almost about Chase’s height and looked thin. Her hair was a a deep black with strands or maroon extensions in it and she had the same pale skin as Buddy.

“BROTHER!!!” She yelled and scampered to hug Buddy but he jumped back leaving her to awkwardly hug herself. The guards then grabbed Buddy making him stay in place this time.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE- Uh YOU???!!!” Buddy tried to grab her but the shackles and the guards grabbing his arms prevented him to.

“THATS YOUR SISTER??” Chase exclaimed with both of his hands on his head as he ran back to Buddy.

“Yes I a-“

“NO SHE IS NOT I- I DONT KNOW HER A-AT ALL!!!” Buddy then faced the smaller girl “why are you here?” He whispered in a forceful tone.

“O-oh Ahem,” the girl faced to Chase, “My brother speaks the truth I am not a sibling”

Buddy would smack his face if his hand weren’t in shackles currently.

Then the small figure looked towards Buddy and whispered back “I’m here to help! They lended me a key and said it was ok so-“

“Don’t” Buddy turned away, avoiding her face.

“You look like a tiny version of Buddy” Chase looked at her in admiration while Deacon looked at her shocked.

“Noooo, we don’t need a smaller version of Buddy!”

“Who is this “Buddy” person you’re talking about amongst yourself?” The girl asked

“Oh that’s “not your brother” over there” Prunella pointed at Buddy and you could see the embarrassment in his face. His eyes weren’t as narrow as usual and his face revealed a shade of pink. He couldn’t deny what prunella said though… it was true. THAT STUPID CHASE FOR GIVING HIS SUCH A RIDICULOUS NICKNAME!!!

The girl scoffed, “that can’t be true, brother is cruel and unforgiving, that’s a name you give to a fellow friend”

Buddy sorta tapped her with his elbow, “please, just… stop”

Oh. It was true. That’s the nickname he has been given. Well it just gives something to make fun of him for!

Then the girl looked the trio up and down giving a menacing and judgmental look. I mean teens already look very judgey but she looked like she put extra judgement into that look.

Deacon felt shivers down his spine and Prunella gave a stare at her back. Meanwhile Chase…

“Oh… oh she is adorable” Chase finally got out

“Wait. WHAT?” Chase had said the literal opposite of what Deacon was thinking.

“Oh please, I already know that- are… are you the one with the heroine key?” She responded, “Ah brother talks about you a lot!” She said as she grabbed Chase by his necklace.

Getting a closer look at her, Chase could see that she has wide narrow gray eyes. You could see a hint of blue within the deep gray.

“Buddy talks about me? WHAT DOES HE SAY????”

“NO NO NO PLEASE SHUT UP” Buddy said really fast

“NOOOO DONT LISTEN TO BUDDY JUST TELL ME TINY” Chase grabbed on to the girls shoulders

“Tiny? Well no I can’t anymore” she looked over to Buddy “brother has told me not to” she said with a little smirk on her face, “it’s really really good blackmail~”

“WAIT JUST TELL ME IS IT GOOD STUFF OR BAD?”

The girl ignored Chase and looked over to the others “Who is the one with the helper key?” Then she looked at the keys wrapped around Prunella’s and Deacons neck. “Oh so you’re the helper and you’re the hero!” She looked at Deacon with a smirk on her face “You are perfect for the helper key”

“Wait what does that mean?”

“And you- well aren’t you a little too young to be a hero?”

“Gold coming from you” Buddy scoffed

“Ay watch it Tiny! I’m a survival expert and also I’m 8! I am old!” Prunella tried to argue back

“You know what! Take her away guard and uh- take that person too!” Prunella said

“HEY! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING! THIS DOESNT HAPPEN TO MY ROLE!!”

Buddy gave tiny a small laugh “Get used to it- Tiny~” while adding a a mock in his tone saying “Tiny”

They were finally taken away by the guards and the story can to an end.

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“PRUNELLA!!! I WASNT DONE TALKING TO TINY YET!!” Chase groaned as he flopped to his bed

“Now we gotta deal with more “sassyness” Deacon said

“(Sigh) I guess so…” Prunella replied

“Wait does anyone remember what key she had?”

All three of them stared at each other clueless

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(The stuff Buddy told Tiny about Chase, I feel like they would have gossip sessions time to time lol. So this is before this incident)

“UGH!! I-I HATE THAT GUY SO MUCH!” Buddy scrunched his hair

“Oh shoot your back early- are you talking about the one with the heroine key?” Tiny questioned. She was trying to find Buddy’s chocolate stash but when she finally did he came back. Luckily he was to busy with his head he didn’t notice her reaching there.

“Well yeah I hate him too but I was talking about the one with the helper key!! Why does he always come with Chase? Even the kid doesn’t go with Chase often!!!”

“They are probably siblings or something” Tiny slowly reached her hand to Buddy’s chocolate stash under his bed.

“No the can’t be sibling-“ Buddy started pacing around the room, “Chase has soft golden rich-blonde hair that looks warm in the storybook sunlight. It seems so honey-like and his eyes are a dark brown but they look milky. The closer you look into it it starts to look like chocolate. Not only that but his eyes compliment his tan smooth skin and-“

“Ok what about the guy with the the helper key?” Tiny saw in the corner of her eye the chocolate bar she finally got a hold of.

“Oh… Deacon…” Buddy said in a very judgmental tone “Well he has freckles all over his face and he doesn’t have a good sense of fashion. Like why would Chase like him?! I’m clearly better and he also has poo poo color hair! I’m sexier and more handsome. IM ALSO-“ Buddy went rambling on how much better he is than Deacon in every way

“Uh huh… uh huh…” Tiny was too focused on her own thing. Ok, now it’s time to slowly unwrap the chocolate bar, Buddy was yapping a lot so it might cover the sound of the crinkle. This was very dangerous and yet Tiny still took the risk.

“Ugh! You know what? Thinking of Chase’s eyes is making me hungry-“ Buddy turned over his chocolate stash “HEY!!!”

“NOOO” Tiny was so close to putting the chocolate to her mouth

Buddy dashed towards her and grabbed the chocolate out of her hand “AND YOU WONDER WHY I DONT TRUST YOU!!”

“AHHH PLEASE JUST ONE BITE”

“NO THESE ARE MINES- and they are from Chase” Buddy mumbled the last half of that sentence

[impossible-rat-babies]

— B A S I C S

name: eyrie kisne nicknames: none. they inherited the title "the ephemeral shepherd" after the end of the pandaemonium raids age: 150~ years old nameday: 22nd sun of the 4th astral moon (07/22) race: veena + rava viera gender: nonbinary orientation: do not particularly care profession: adventurer + craftsman

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T

hair: reddish brown with streaks of pale blonde + a few grey hairs at their temples and near their ears. there are a few bald spots near the base of their ears from an intense trichotillomania flare up ~15 years ago eyes: warm dark brown skin: well worn and lightly tanned with copious amounts of sun spots, freckles and moles. a section of bleached white skin runs the length of their spin, spreading out across their shoulders and lower back. tattoos/scars: light brown tattoos of the same design as their maternal grandmother decorate their fingers and hands. their hands and forearms bleached to a pale white—almost marble like to the touch. they have too many scars to dare count them, but a notably large scar stretches from just below their sternum to right above their belly button from a reaper scythe through their chest.

— F A M I L Y

parents: their mother--yelva--is alive and well back in the forest. tending to her great grand children and her goats. their father, azmi, died in an accident during the later parts of eyrie’s wood warder training. siblings: two older sisters named lilja and brita, and one fraternal twin brother named odvirn, all of whom are alive grandparents: deceased/unknown in laws and other: none they are close with. they do have copious amounts of nieces and nephews from their sisters, but their brother has no living children. they also have seven children of their own. pets: cricket (a ferret familiar, unknowingly summoned) + flower (a carbuncle inherited upon the death of the first WoL in the coils of bahamut) + gingko (their chocobo who chose them once they finished their paladin training)

— S K I L L S

abilities: brd + smn + war/drk + ast. also trained in the tradition of the disgraced paladins of ishgard. they have some small talent in conjury, but refuse to pursue the matter further on account of “personal issues” hobbies: whittling, landscape drawing, playing various instruments (lute and pan pipes), gardening, sewing + embroidery + mending clothes

— T R A I T S

most positive traits: selfless, compassionate, loving, paternal

most negative traits: selfless, quiet, liar, shameful and guilty, vindictive, patronizing

— L I K E S

colours: russet brown, maroon, olive green, ivory, pale gold smells: oil pastels, aether, chamomile, blood textures: linen, feathers, homemade paper, oil, silky fur and rough wool drinks: mead, mulled wine, fermented sheep's milk

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

smokes: briefly and socially some 25 years ago. they have some fleeting happy memories associated with the smell of garlean cigarettes. drinks: very occasionally and only socially with familiar company drugs: mild relaxants to help them sleep when the terrors get really bad + occasional pain meds to ease chronic pains mount issuance: "this note just says you can do what you want." been arrested: yes, several times by the brass blades in ul'dah after the calamity. mostly for petty crimes, but also inciting violence + bar fights + violence against members of the brass blades. (to which that was mostly violence in defense of the poor and the refugees the brass blades took for easy targets. they didn’t kill anyone though)

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@redwayfarers and @galpalaven tagged me in this meme ages ago and i finally got around to doing it! im gonna tag: @fourteenthz, @gatheredfates, @hinganskies, @aethergazing and whomever else!

[coconutki]

Crocheting somethin for them

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I just had this genius idea pop up in my head randomly and it just seemed so darn cute

The them in question: denji, future gohan.

Don’t ask about the lineup lol there was more but I scratched the other ideas

♡

Denji

The thought crossed your mind after he saved you from a devil. It seemed like he was a nice boy after all, especially when he was getting attention from a woman he liked. You talked a couple times after the incident and you started to like him quite a bit so in your spare time you’d took up knitting and make a long maroon scarf with his name embroidered in small letters at the end. The finishing touch being the heart sitting next to it.

You were proud of your work, it took a while to learn but, it was fun. Plus it was cold..winters in Japan are no joke what happened to being a island gyal??

Next time the two of you came across one other he greeted you in a fond matter, which made your heart rate speed up exponentially. It was beating so fast if you got close enough you were sure he could see it.

“ Heyyy, so I wanted to give you something since you really saved my ass that one time. So umm-“

You whipped out a small package wrapped in festive wrapping paper and held it out to him. He switched between staring at you to staring at the gift in awe as of asking if he could open it now before he gently took it out of your hands.

“Thanks..”

The blonde said while his fingers fiddled with the white ribbon that was neatly tied at the center of the package before glancing at you, who watched his hands with a kind smile on your lips. You nod towards the gift as you speak.

“Yes, you can open it now denji.”

When the words left your mouth you heard the paper rip instantly, revealing some weeks worth of patience and perseverance. When finally you look at his face again and can’t help but giggle a bit at his reaction.

“Woahh.”

His mouth is nearly open stuck in a “😮 expression as he examined the scarf, grinning when he sees his name at the end. Butterflies swarm and flutter in your stomach at the sight.

“So like, you made this? For me?”

Brown eyes dart to you immediately which makes you nervous but when he smiles your way with those pointed but adorable teeth of his it melts everything away almost instantly.

“Of course! I wanted to thank you by making you somethin’ you could use..”

You muster up the courage to finish the thought running through your head.

“And by giving you something else.”

Before he could say anything in response you lean into him and peck him on the cheek leaving him and you stunned if we’re being fair. You weren’t expecting him to react so fast though..

It was supposed to be a ‘smooch and go’ but the instant your plush lips met his face the teens hand was instantly placed on the back of your head, as he guided you to his lips, prolonging the kiss.

With a soft pop the lip locking came to a end. Leaving you embarrassed like no other.

“Well..I gotta go! Hope your like your gift. Both of em!”

You pretty much sprint away from him after that like your life depended on it with a hammering heart in your chest.

“Now why’d he have to go and do all thatt!”

Gohan (future)

Although he’s usually out fighting and trying to protect what little is left in this timeline he somehow nearly always finds time to spend with you. Of course you love it since well…you love him, even if he doesn’t quite know it yet.

Since he works so hard to protect you, trunks and bulma + anyone that’s still alive, it only made sense you did something in return. To show gratitude if nothing else. You also planned on telling him about your feelings forreal this time; after you had a full blown conversation with yourself about it in the mirror about it of course.

“y/n you got it all figured out! when no one’s around you’ll tell him..”

“Tell me what?”

Instantly, your shoulders tense and you spin around to face the man that invaded your inner thoughts, who leaned on the doorframe locking eyes with you with a worried expression.

“Y/n? Is something wrong?”

The black haired male questions walking towards you a bit, at which you smile a bit at, he seemed so worried and it was cute..heartwarming in fact.

“No, no, I’m fine it’s just that ummm…actually never mind!”

Unable to face him any longer without exploding into bits you turn back around even though it was to no avail since he could clearly see the face you were making in the mirror, already knowing it was only gonna make the worried expression on his face even more intense. He tries walking closer to you again, this time not stopping until he’s right behind you, scanning over your features from over your shoulder.

“You sure? You know you can tell me anything..and I’ll always listen.”

He nearly pleads with furrowed brows.

“Yess, I just-“

You sigh and look down at the little box in the corner of the vanity before looking back at him and nervously smiling, holding a hand out in a gesture that silently asked him to give you his in return.

“I wanted to be a bit more prepared but here we are. I can promise it’s nothing to be so worried about though..I think?”

The half sayain’s silence beckoned you to continue.

“You know, you’ve done so much for me..and I care about you a lot. I’ve wanted to do all I can to support you as a friend so I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable or makes you think differently of me but, I think of you as more than a friend. You’re so kind, strong, caring and selfless..I- umm wanted to do something for you for once! I mean regardless of how you feel about me..“

You blurted everything out nearly all at once, barely stopping for a breath in between. Your checks felt hot if he couldn’t see it, your hands were clammy to be able to tell you were nervous. Couldn’t even hold eye contact with the man in front of you; who stared at you intently. Almost shamefully you eyes were glued to your legs.

“Y/n… I care about you too. And knowing this doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Not at all.”

He gives the hand he was holding a reassuring squeeze before letting go as he tries to catch your now watering eyes again.

“I feel the same way about you. Don’t feel like you have to repay me, I do everything I do for you because I want to because well, I like you. I love being around you.”

He smiles at you kindly, reaching to move a stray curl out of the way. The action and his words melts your heart into soup, you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. He indulges and wraps his arm around your waist lifting you with ease twirling the both of you around before setting you back down with a bit of a chuckle escaping him. Arm still around your waist.

“You..really mean all of that?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t just say something like like now would I?”

He assures you, kissing your forehead lovingly.

“You’re right..and Oh! I almost forgot!”

You perk a bit which makes him confused as you quickly wiggle out of his hug and retrieve the box and present it to him.

“So it ain’t much but I hope you like it! And hope you don’t think it’s too odd..”

Gohan raises a brow and unties the ribbon to reveal a mini crochet version of himself, you and trunks.

“Be sure to give trunks his okay?”

You gently say, smiling sweetly at him; a tad bit embarrassed but proud of your hard work learning a new craft.

“What about yours?”

He asks, staring and softening at the miniature version of u with adoration (so tiny and cute lol)

You laugh and kiss his cheek and his ears start to turn red.

“I’m all yours.”

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Sorry if this is absolute cornball Lmaoo just rlly wanted to get rid of this.

[romione-trope-fest]

A Wild Romania Wedding

Title: A Wild Romania Wedding

Author: tumblr- Nena-96, Ao3- Nena96

Selected Trope: Weasley Wedding

Brief Summary: After receiving a wedding invitation from Charlie Weasley, the Weasley's are headed to Romania to celebrate in the beautiful unity between Charlie Septimus Weasley and the love of his life Aria Ung Honatel.

Oh, and let’s just say this wedding is going to be wild.

Rating: T (rating may change )

Word Count: 2,689 (first chapter of 5ish part)

Any relevant trigger warnings: none

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It was just another tiring day here at the Burrow, the occupants in the living room were all sprawled around attempting to take a break from a day filled with chores courtesy of their dear mum. Which was crazy because they were all adults and none of them lived at home, yet that didn’t stop Molly Weasley from assigning each and everyone of them a specific task to complete. Hermione rolled her eyes as she tried to drown out the twins as they complained about having so much chores to do, which was odd because last she checked the ones who had the most to do were, Ron, and herself.

All day today, Mrs. Weasley had kept her busy and separate from Ron, it was almost like she thought if they were in the same room together that nothing would be cleaned. If you asked her it was most definitely unfair, it wasn’t like they were irresponsible. Then again, Mrs. Weasley did end up catching them in a very, uhm…passionate embrace when they were supposed to finish de-gnoming the garden. It wasn’t her fault that her boyfriend, Ron, looked incredibly handsome, and well Mrs. Weasley could’ve very well sent a Patronus to call them instead for lemonade. There wasn’t a need to come all the way outside…and well interrupt a rather nice snog.

She had managed to keep her focus for a solid five minutes, and threw gnome after gnome as far as she could over the fence, which wasn’t very far because a few of them had ricocheted off from the top and beach into the garden.

If anything it was Ron’s fault, yes precisely it was her insufferable boyfriend that caused them to be caught locked in each other’s embrace. If it wasn’t for him laughing at her, she wouldn’t have turned around to scold him only to be met with him pulling his maroon jumper over his head, Yet, that wasn’t what caused her brain to chor-circuit, not at all, it was the fact that the Ron had accidentally lifted not only his jumper but also his t-shirt up. Thus, presenting her with the most beautiful view of his toned and hard body. It hadn’t been the first time that Hermione had seen the constellation of thousands of freckles that decorated his fair skin; she had managed to take off his shirt a few times in the past, thank you very much.

However, that was the first time she had ever seen his skin glistening with sweat, and let's just say that seeing a droplet of sweat trail down his stomach, and down the line of copper hair before disappearing into the front of his trousers. Well, it was a bit much for a girl to handle, don’t you think?

Besides, there was absolutely nothing wrong with staring at Ron’s body, well that was if you were named Hermione Jean Granger. Which coincidentally she was the only one with that particular name, which meant only she was allowed to gawk-erm politely gaze upon the freckles on the youngest Weasley boy. To be fair, Ron wasn't a boy, he was a hundred percent man and the thought that she was the only one that gets to see him in this way made her cheeks blaze. If she didn’t already have a memory stored into her mind when needed to cast her Patronus, the very sight of her boyfriend was enough of a happy memory to last her a lifetime.

Before Ron could even get his jumper unstuck, Hermione had decided that it was enough torture on her behalf and proceeded to crash into him, sending them both down onto the grass. It was a bit comical, since Ron hadn’t been able to get his jumper off, this had given Hermione full control on their passionate snog, not that she heard any complaints from him. Her hands had a mind of its own, as they trailed up and down his hard chest, all while her lips never once left his. The kiss felt amazing, as it always did, his lips were addictive, she could almost understand how Lavender would always be latched to Ron’s lips like a plunger.

Key word being almost.

The memory of her boyfriend’s ex, had fueled a fire within Hermione, causing her to sink her teeth a bit hard onto his lips. Which resulted in a deep moan that left Ron’s mouth, even though she loved this reaction, Hermione couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something missing. At first she couldn’t pinpoint what it was, she was far too busy being lost with feeling his lips against hers, while feeling the way his hips pushed up against her. Even though she was in control of their kiss, somehow she was losing her control at the same time.

Which is why she had to force herself to move away from his addictive lips, as she tried to calm her breathing. It was in that precise moment she knew what felt different when they were kissing, honestly how could she forget something so important.

His face, most importantly his eyes were covered and Hermione didn’t have the pleasure of seeing the way Ron’s azure eyes would darken with lust. She couldn’t see that tale-tell Weasley blush that would grace his face after engaging in such a brilliant snog. That’s what has been missing, all this time. Nothing could compare to the feeling of his eyes on her, so without further ado, Hermione pulled the rest of his jumper off of him.

She smiled at the way he squinted his eyes, due to the brightness from the sun. It was rather adorable, if you asked her. It didn’t take long for Ron to send a lopsided smirk her way, and the way he narrowed his eyes a bit, which made her think of the times he would play chess in the common room. He was always so focused and the way he would clench his jaw would be a dead giveaway that he was about to call for a checkmate. It was a bit ironic that even though she was well aware of the little movements he made, there were times that she couldn’t figure out what he was about to do next.

When he placed his large calloused hands on her waist, she thought this was her cue to lean in for another passionate snog. She had no complaints there, except Hermione failed to notice the mischievous glint that showed in his eyes, as she slowly leaned down, her lips barely touched his, when she felt him tighten his grip on her waist and quickly roll them over onto the grass.

“It was about time I knocked you off your high hippogriff, isn’t that right, love?” Ron joked before she could come up with a witty retort of her own, his lips were on hers again.

Everything about this moment was amazing, the way that his hands rubbed and squeezed her hips. The way her hands trailed up and down his hard chest, before deciding to wrap her arms around his shoulders and bring him closer to her. Their bodies were so deliciously pressed against one another, that she felt his hardness press against her. It should be illegal to feel this good, being with Ron always felt amazing.

“Hermione,” he had whispered against her lips, before he began trailing kisses down her jaw. The feel of his lips on her was tortuous, and Hermione didn’t care in the slightest that they were laying on the grass, where anyone could easily spot the wicked ways that Ron was feasting upon her.

Hermione couldn’t help but lean her head slightly to the left in order to give him better access, it wasn’t shocking that Ron had successfully managed to make her lose all sense of caution. Time and time again, proves that with just one kiss and a touch of his callused hands will send her into a state of happiness.

“Ron, please,” she whispered. Hoping that he’d get the message, however as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. This was a prime example of that, because within seconds they were both soaked to the bone with water. Which had also her to choke on a lump of now wet curls that fell straight into her open mouth, as Ron shouted besides her as he tried to help her now gag on her hair.

“What in the Bloody Hell, what the fuck-?”

Before she could get a grip on what's going on, Hermione heard the shrill voice of the person she least expected to catch them.

It was Molly Weasley.

“Ronald Billius Weasley! You will not speak in such a crass tone to me young man. If I recall correctly, I asked you and Hermione to de-gnome, and this is clearly not a method in getting rid of any gnomes in the garden. Both of you get up and into the house, right this instant,” Mrs.Weasley ordered, as she stood in front of them with both hands on her hips. To say that both Ron and herself were embarrassed was an understatement, it was downright awful getting caught by his mother. Hermione had made a mental note to remind Ron to cast a charm around them the next time, if there was going to be a next time that is.

The memories of earlier this morning made her blush, and hope that she could persuade Ron to sneak out before bed tonight. You know, just for a goodnight kiss, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with kissing one’s boyfriend before slipping into bed. Into each other’s respected beds….not…not the same, well unless he wants to of course. Hermione shook her head, trying to get rid of thoughts that were heading into a very dangerous territory.

She snuck a glance at Ron who was sprawled on the opposite sofa across from her, and wondered if he was thinking of their time outside by the garden instead of listening to the twins complain about their day. Before she could look away, Ron turned and gazed back at her, almost as if he felt her eyes on him. Unspoken words passed between them, as they held onto each other’s gaze, before she knew what was happening Hermione saw Ron smirk before slowly rolling up the sleeves from his jumper. Causing her to momentarily be distracted with his freckled forearms, damn him and his forearms.

Couldn’t he understand what that does to her? It was as if he was teasing her, that bloody git!

Well two can very well play that game, she thought to herself, except she wasn’t going to fall for his little game now while his family were in the same room. Nope, like a true Gryffindor she’s going to wait for the perfect moment to make him squirm. Only time will tell, until then she’ll let him believe that he won this round. She shook her head at him, which made him chuckle before deciding to get up from his spot and head over to where she was on the sofa. Within seconds, she felt him sit besides her, as he wrapped his arms around her.

“What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours, love?” Ron whispered just as he placed a kiss onto the side of her temple. Hermione turned a bit more, and placed a gentle yet promising kiss onto his lips, before pulling away and letting her lips hover over his lips, “Nothing, you need to worry about.” She replied, with a hint of mischief in her voice that didn’t go amiss to Ron, considering how his ears tinged pink. “Is that so-”

“....Bloody hell, if this was going to be how we spent our afternoon, we could’ve stayed at the joke shop and worked on the latest anti-jinxing quill.” Fred complained loudly, causing them to turn away from one another.

“Yeah, or even on that forget-me-not potion, honestly the things we do for that woman and then she doesn’t even offer us lemonade like little Ronniekins over here,” George replied with a sad shake of his head while pretending that his heart was just broken in millions of pieces.

“Oi, sod off. It’s not my fault that I actually did what mum said, besides you can make your own drinks but you're too blood lazy to get your arses up to make one,” Ron replied as he rolled his eyes.

Before Hermione could get a word in, she was cut off by Bill, who had just entered the room, a bit out of breath and holding a letter. “Guess what we got through owl?” The eldest of the Weasley boys asked with a huge smile on his face as he looked around the room.

“Let me guess, is it McGonagall? Requesting for my dashing presence to grace the halls of Hogwarts once again?” George said as he did a small little curtsy.

“No, it’s an owl from Charlie, here listen to it,” Bill placed the letter onto the center of the coffee table and waved his wand over it. Within seconds they were hearing the words spoken off the letter.

Dear, Mum….and family

I wanted to share with you the bloody fantastic news that I've had in my entire life. Hell, it’s loads better than becoming Prefect at Hogwarts and even better than my job here at the dragon reserve in Romania!

Yeah, yeah…I know you don’t believe it but it’s fucking true! I know you’re gonna give me an earful for my language, mum. I can practically see the way you have a scowl on your face and shaking your head. Almost like the time that me and Bill snuck into Hogsmead, boy those were the times.

However, that’s nothing compared to all the things that Ronniekins has done throughout his entire SIX years at Hogwarts! If anything you should ground him with not seeing Hermione for at least a week, oh and have him send me a firewhiskey…you know as a form of punishment for disobeying the rules of Hogwarts. HA!

Just, teasing Ronniekins, everyone and their gran knows that you wouldn’t last a day without the bushy-haired know-it-all that you always owled mum about during first year. Oi, and before any of you tosspots (again, sorry mum) dare take the mickey out of Ronniekins, remember neither of you are capable of being days without your birds, so might as well keep ya thoughts to yourselves.

Anyways, sorry for going off topic. Just can’t believe this is happening…. fucking hell!

Mum, I surely hope you don’t mind the next parcels that I managed to send your way…..I know it’s short notice but honestly when have we been one for schedules? Never!

Mum…… Dad…….family,

I’m getting MARRIED!

Yes, you read that right, and I hope that you join me in Romania to celebrate. It’ll be a wedding you’ll never forget.

Plus, mum…I wanted you to make the wedding dress, I know it’s such short notice but thank Merlin for magic, right? Plus, I’m sure the boys can help you if needed. You’ll receive a couple of parcels with the material for the wedding dress and don’t worry about the portkey, I already took care of that, honestly can’t wait until you all come here to Romania.

Especially want you to meet Aria, she’s so bloody perfect and I know you’ll love her.

-Your favorite son, Charlie Weasley

Once the letter was finished, everyone stood were shock on their faces.

“No fucking way!”

“Charlie’s getting married?”

“How many parcels is he sending over for a dress?”

“What does he mean by making mum separate me and Hermione!?”

Questions were being fired rapidly to Bill, however their voices were all drowned out by Mrs. Weasley’s teary voice, “Charlie, my baby is getting married!”

“Does this mean we’re going to Romania?”

[wh0lemilk0vich]

obsessed with the transfem stevie diner au ❤️❤️ here’s some ideas !!🪱

she catches eddie staring at her belly and thighs thru the blue dress or something idk, like he drops some food and spills something because he was too busy ogling her, draws attention to himself. it happens too many times for it to be coincidence, stevie figured him out quickly. i would love to see robin in this and just watching eddie be an absolute fucking disaster, stuttering and stammering whilst he tries to offer her an extra large portion (that is definitely not going to be thrown out if it isn’t eaten, shhhh) of leftover cherry pie because otherwise “it’ll go to waste”😭❤️

stevie accidentally rips the seams down the sides of her uniform when she bends over to pick up plates, her ass in the air, and eddie decides enough is enough, he needs to fuck this girl now. hanging up a hastily draw ‘be back later’ sign at the door, hurrying all 3 customers out, and hauling her into the back room where he just wholly worships her.

admits to giving her the leftovers and eagerly watching her plump up. afterwards eddie begs stevie to let him take her on a date, this man is fucking gone. stevie blushing and giggling , smiling all cute because being a girl is so fucking awesome, gingerly nodding her head and twirling her hair around her finger, still flushed from their encounter.

eddie takes her out, wines and dines her the whole lot. when he arrives to pick her up, like the gentleman he definitely is yep, he has a fucking aneurysm at stevie in a silky maroon dress that hugs and accentuates her curves. that little bit of belly bounces a bit through the dress as she makes her way outside on her heels, admittedly a few inches taller than eddie 🤤🤤🤤

eddie is pretty much drooling at this point. after he lets stevie into his car, (that he spent days cleaning to try and make it nice for her) he almost trips getting in because when stevie sits down, her thighs are just delicious. all spread out in some silky red wine dress, all the while she’s blushing innocently at eddie. her belly is sat in her lap over her thighs, beautiful well maintained hair cascading down her shoulders dusted in freckles and moles. she is fucking gorgeous

i need a girl like stevie 🫠projecting so hard onto eddie rn

Transfem-Chubby!Stevie Diner Au

Wormie my heart!!

Ugh I'm so into Eddie being down bad with absolutely no ability to play it cool. Just getting a dopey smile on his face every time Stevie comes in for her shift. Eddie always has a "Sorry this was supposed to be without mayo" or "You should finish off the blueberry pie, we're just gonna toss it" or "Fries got kinda burnt, oops" or "accidentally made the same ticket twice" as a way to win her heart and get more food into her. Spends most of his time watching her from the kitchen window, just enamored, and probably also trying to catch a peek at her cleavage or panties depending on how she's facing when she busses and clears down a table. But God, he's just so tongue-tied or flustered when she talks to him.

And like think about the opposite order. So like Eddie musters up all his courage and cleans up to ask the pretty girl from work on a date at the end of their shifts. "I was wondering, you know, if you'd like to go out some time? Maybe get food at a real restaurant for a change, see a movie?" Of course she says yes, I mean Eddie's the sexy, flirty(?) line cook that she's been harboring the beginning of a crush on and finds it hard to turn down all his little flirty food blunder treats. And it's so endearing when he shows up to pick her up, dressed in one of his uncle's dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and a tie, but still in his ripped studded jeans, and he's parted his hair. And Stevie is wearing one of her favorite dresses that she got after being on hrt for a bit, and like, she does not account for how much Eddie has been feeding her at work, because it looks pretty sinfully tight, not bursting by any means, but her new curves are so defined: the belly pooch, the hip/thigh dips, it actually fits well in the chest, but like another pound or two and she'll be tugging at the back to make sure it's fully covering her wider, rounder, Disney mom ass.

And when she's standing in front of Eddie (holding his bouquet of flowers), and he has to look up at her nervous smiling face, his own is plastered with a look of awe and admiration. He's so proud to be taking out this beautiful (giant, complimentary) woman. At the restaurant he orders for them both, but not in like a weird or controlling way, he like, gets them the tasting menu at this upscale but not over hyped place, and so he could actively avoid any scenario where Stevie might feel self conscious and not order what she actually wants. This way, he rationalizes, she won't have to think about what she's eating, and he knows she's going to be getting his money's worth. He even makes sure that they're getting slightly different courses so that he can let her "try" his dishes. Maybe he even tells a white lie about having had her tasting menu before, so she doesn't feel obligated to share back with him, he just wants her to get to try everything 🤤.

So then, after they start dating, and Eddie hasn't stopped his little screw-up scheme, all but feeding her intentional wrong orders, she finally has a wardrobe moment. Stevie is helping bus tables on a relatively slow day, just a couple of patrons. Eddie is watching her from the kitchen, as usual (his favorite show). Stevie bends over to wipe the table down and suddenly there's a pop, and she bolts upright, feels her side, goes bright red and runs to the kitchen, looking close to tears. Eddie tells her to meet him in the store closet, then runs out and apologizes to the few patrons, mostly stragglers just getting coffee or staying back to read the newspaper, ring them up, and lead them out.

He flips the sign to closed and runs back to Stevie. She's still rosey cheeked and tearing up, eyes a little bit puffy and Eddie, so sincere and earnest, is holding her head in his hands and smiling and trying to calm her. "What's wrong, beautiful Girl? What's got my babydoll so upset, huh?" And she moves her body and her apron that's twisted awkwardly to the side to show the burst seam. The first thing that comes to Eddie's mind is Pillsbury biscuits, his mouth is dry and he reaches his hands out tenderly to feel Stevie's warm soft sides, caressing them and feeling them flare out with the swell of her belly and hips, reaching back around her to cup her breathtaking ass, pulling her into a flush embrace. Their breathing is ragged, they're both nervous, and Eddie just holds Stevie's gaze for a moment before breathing out "Oh, fuck, Stevie...you're so fucking hot" and crashing their mouths together. Stevie's arms immediately fall around the back of Eddie's neck and he's desperately pressing her against a wall, slotting a leg between her thighs and dragging the skirt of her dress up to feel up one of her luscious cheeks. He's desperately grinding against her pillowy thigh and he can feel her, hard, against his.

Eddie pulls away for a second, scrambling to pull off his chef's coat, and then helps get Stevie out of her dress leaving her in a beautiful little bralette and hip-hugging silky panties. It's everyday underwear, not lingerie or anything, and he's just so smitten. She's hooking a leg around his waist while he kisses down her neck, nuzzling her perky little tits, rubbing a thumb over a clothed nipple. He kisses further down nuzzling her tummy, feeling her abs clench under the softness (she's ticklish). He kisses at her hips, bites at her inner thighs after pulling one over his shoulder, mouthing at her cock through the fabric and just looking up with so much desire and adoration asking her "🥺 Please, can I?🥺" And she nods yes, anxiously, but sincerely, not having felt this way before, desired in this way before, and it just feels right, natural. And Eddie makes her feel so exceedingly, knee-bucklingly, toe-curlingly, gut-wrenchingly good. She's just left there panting, chuckling, fingers clenching Eddie's hair, leg still up on his shoulder. He's pressing kisses into a pillowy, marshmallow thigh.

They get back to their feet and get dressed again. Stevie's hands move self-consciously to the popped seams at her sides, arms crossed across her body, hugging herself to appear smaller. So Eddie grabs his leather jacket from his locker and places it over her shoulders, giving her more coverage. She smiles meekly, glad for it, pushing some of her hair behind her ear coquettishly, and he gives her a smiling kiss on the cheek before taking her home, where she invites him in to help her try on her other uniform dresses. So they can test their structural integrity, especially after a meal or two, you know...like at work...it's purely scientific reasons. idk this really got away from me, but I'm in love with it.

[snortlaughs]

trial paperwork

fandom: ace attorney

pairing: narumitsu/wrightworth

characters included: lee!wright, ler!edgeworth

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF.

warnings: none

author’s note: YIPPEEEEE FIRST ACE ATTORNEY FIC! ALSO I HAVEN’T POSTED A FIC IN SO LONG HIIIIII i hope that you all enjoy~

Phoenix laid down on the couch in Edgeworth’s office, looking at his navy-blue coat that snugly hung on the back of the heavy mahogany door. It was quite an eyesore relative to the rest of the room, which was covered in various shades of maroon.

He listened intently to the noises of pen on paper that came from the desk behind him. It was a Tuesday evening, and Miles was filling out paperwork for the trial that was scheduled for the upcoming Friday.

Wright knew this.

However, he still asked…

“What are you working on over there?”

Edgeworth rolled his eyes with a light groan before he placed his pen onto his nicely-polished desk, finally allowing Nick his full attention.

“Wright, this is the third time that you’ve asked me that question, and it’s going to be the third time that I’ve answered that question.” The man growled. “Does nothing get through your thick skull?”

Phoenix shifted his torso with a grunt, now laying on the sofa tummy-down and meeting Edgeworth’s disgruntled gaze.

The defense attorney rested his chin in his hand and grinned his signature, shit-eating grin, which only annoyed Edgeworth even more.

“Alright, don’t lie to me, Edgey.” He hummed, swaying his legs in the air rhythmically. “You didn’t really answer the first two times that I asked. You just shushed me or told me to leave. Very rudely, might I add.”

“Okay, well,” Edgeworth uttered after he took a deep breath. “Listen closely, because I am not answering any more of your brainless questions after this.”

Wright cupped his left ear with his hand to indicate that he was, indeed, listening.

“I am working on documentation for our upcoming trial — getting everything sorted.” Edgeworth said, grateful for the fact that no noise was coming out of Phoenix’s mouth. For once. “Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing? Why are you here bothering me when you could be doing something productive?”

“Well, since you asked oh-so nicely,” Wright purred, earning a huff from the silver-haired man, “I already got all of my paperwork finished, so I don’t have anything to worry about. Also, I like bothering you. You get worked up so easily — it’s fun to watch.”

Edgeworth, at this point, had had enough.

Not only was Phoenix Wright, his rival, invading his space and filling his mind with useless thoughts — now he was just humiliating him!

Not to mention, the warm blush that was building up in his cheeks as a result of Nick’s comment certainly wasn’t helping.

“Oh, it’s fun to watch, is it?” Miles scoffed, standing up from his desk. He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and haphazardly tossed it onto his chair.

Wright, satisfied with his pestering, flopped onto his back again and stared up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his head, each hand holding the opposite elbow. “Why, yes! Very much so.”

Before Nick knew it, Miles was standing next to the couch and then clumsily climbing onto his lap, straddling him. He used his left hand to grasp the defense attorney’s forearms and hold them firmly against the sofa.

Phoenix, after his initial surprise wore off, began squirming underneath Edgeworth’s weight with a goofy grin.

It was almost as if he knew what was coming.

“M—Miles!” The pointy-haired man stuttered, his eyes darting between the prosecutor’s free hand and his face, which was painted with a playful, happy smirk — an expression that Wright had never seen from Miles before.

Edgeworth was pretty much always frowning. To be honest, this was almost a nice change of pace. Almost.

“I’ll show you what’s fun to watch, Mr. Wright.”

This being said, he started teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air and hovering his hand over various areas of Wright’s torso, causing the man to let out a startled squeak.

“Quihit doing that!” He whined, kicking his feet petulantly against the rose-colored cushions.

“Aww, Phoenix…” Miles said, raising his eyebrows. “I haven’t even touched you yet. I wonder if you’re still just as ticklish as you were when we were kids… I think I may just have to test that out.”

That being said, Edgeworth began lightly clawing at Wright’s sides through the fabric of his collared shirt.

A shrill squeal rang through the spacious room. Phoenix instinctively sucked his tummy in to avoid the tingly sensations that danced across his skin.

“Edgewohohorth! I—I’m stihihihill just as tihihicklish as I was when we were kihihids! You don’t have to tehehest it! Reheheheheally!” The man babbled, his cheeks already covered in a blotchy, red flush.

Edgeworth shook his head with a scoff, unable to wipe his smile off of his face. “So endearing…” he thought.

“Hmmm,” Miles hummed teasingly. “Yeah, I don’t have to test it… you’re right about that. Your sensitivity is obvious.”

“…But I’m still going to tickle you to pieces.”

Phoenix barely had the time to pout before Edgeworth stealthily untucked his top and started poking sporadically at his bare ribs.

“Mihihihiles!” Nick howled, pushing his blushy face into his bicep in order to avoid his assailant’s teasing gaze.

He attempted to free his arms from Edgeworth’s hold, but the prosecutor was surprisingly strong. Instead, he did what seemed to be the next best thing — he breathlessly wriggled under the man’s weight in an attempt to dodge his pokes.

“What, Wright?” Edgeworth said, cocking his head innocently and ceasing his teasy touches for a moment. “This is what you get for bothering me! Maybe you’ll be a bit more mindful next time.”

“B—buhuhut it’s so fuhuhun to annohohoy youuuu! Yohou’re so cu—!”

Before Wright could finish his sentence and fluster Miles even more than he already had, the attacker shot his hand under Phoenix’s left arm and began moving his nimble fingers as quickly as they could go.

“EHEHEHEDGEWOHORTH!” the attorney shrieked, thrashing his torso back and forth in a feeble attempt to break free from the prosecutor. 

Miles’ face, at this point, could have been compared to that of a freshly-boiled lobster — bright red. This was possibly the reddest that he’d ever been, and he was eternally grateful that Wright was too out of sorts to notice. Hopefully.

“W—What is it, Nick?” Edgeworth said falteringly, trying hard to regain his composure after having thought about the fact that he was definitely noticeably flustered.

He switched his hand to the defense attorney’s right underarm and continued his attack, which earned him an adorably shrill yelp. 

“Can’t take it?” 

“NOHOHOHO! Plehehehehease have mehehehercy!” 

“Fine, fine.” Edgeworth said, admittedly quite bummed that his tickly onslaught had finished. He let go of Phoenix’s arms, which he immediately slammed down on either side of his torso as giggles continued to pour past his lips. 

Edgeworth rested his hands on Wright’s chest and looked down at the man laying under him, almost as if he was admiring the mess that he had made. 

Phoenix was quivering, and tears of mirth were being wiped from his deep blue eyes. 

Miles scoffed with a grin. “You’re still such a child, Wright.” 

Phoenix, after a few more moments, had mostly calmed down. However, his voice was still shaky and he was still unable to wipe his dorky smile off of his lips. 

He looked up at Miles, who turned his face away in faux nonchalance.

“M—Maybe that’s true, Edgey,” he said, as solidly as he could. “But you know what?” 

Edgeworth slowly turned his face back towards Wright’s, taking fistfuls of the spiky-haired defense attorney’s button-up shirt into his palms.

“...What?” 

Phoenix grinned.

“I think that you’re a bit of a child, too. I mean, after all these years, you remembered how ticklish I was — you even went out of your way to check and see if I still am,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This must have been taking up a lot of your mental real estate, huh, Miles? Thinking about how ticklish I am, I mean.”

Edgeworth’s eyes widened as he immediately turned away from Wright.

His face was beet-red, and his blush was quickly trailing down his neck. He silently swore at himself, irritated by the fact that he got flustered so easily.

“Seems like I got it right,” Phoenix purred, poking playfully at Edgeworth’s sides and taking note of how he flinched.

[nethhiri]

Introducing: Ex-Cap’t Krait Shenron (like the sea snake and the OG Shenron)

Details below the cut (Murder and violence warnings).

I actually dreamt about her and had to make her real even though I didn’t want to make another One Piece OC. Her cape is actually a jacket but worn like that for convenience. It’s made from the ‘Justice’ insignia’s of marine captains’ jackets. After she kills a captain, she cuts out the symbol as her trophy and adds it to her collection. Her fake eye is a log pose (yeah that was in the dream and I thought it was badass so of course I included it). Her weapons are blade/gun fusions that she created. The bottom left corner is what she looked like when she was still a marine.

Her story is a story of revenge and will be the story I’m telling in Marooned, but I’ll give the short version. Shen joined the marines after living on an island that was run rampant by gangs, after having witnessed the murder of a girl around her own age and tired of the chaos (if that sounds familiar, it should). She did very well in the marines and became a captain. She thought she was on the ‘right side’, but learned there were some powerful people that had been corrupted. With the support of her crew, she confronted one of them, threatening to turn him in. It turned into an all out fight and ended with her sword straight through his belly. He revealed that it ran deeper than just him, just one crew. Of course she was right to try and stop him, but who could she trust if there were more like him hiding in the ranks. Rather than run the risk of being put in jail for the murder, or worse, she defected. There was no point in being part of an organization that she no longer believed in. There was no ‘good’ side anymore. She gave both their crews a chance to choose a side, a mistake in hindsight. She took whoever sided with her on a mission to cleanse the world of those corrupt marines. With every kill, she took her prize and soon had a coat made from captains’ jackets. She earned an astronomical bounty in a short amount of time: Marine Killer Krait “The Sea Snake”. For a time, she thought she was invincible. Until her crew sold her out. The ringleader of the entire operation that started her rampage captured her. Her crew never got to collect on the bounty though, since the man had no intention of letting her off ‘that easy’. She was beaten up, shot, and tortured. Until he finally decided to get rid of her, when he brought her on deck to make an example of her and pushed her head into a barrel filled with an alkaline substance. The entire right side of her head, and some of her shoulder was melted away. Thinking her as good as dead, he threw her into the sea. She was almost dead, but not quite, when she washed up on the shore of an uninhabited island. She survived there for a number of years with the company of Minerva ‘Mini’, her boar companion. She learned how to survive by watching what the boar ate and seeing which water it would drink from, and yes sometimes she stole food from it. It also helped that she stumbled upon a devil fruit. She didn’t know what it was when she ate it but it tasted terrible and she started noticing that she could mend things. She calls it the Fix-Fix Fruit, still not sure what all it can do. Killer and Kid find themselves washed up on the same island. Shenron helps heal Killer, who had obviously jumped in the water after his captain. From there, Shen strikes a deal with them to hitch a ride off the island in exchange for offering her healing skills during the time she was on their ship. Little did any of them know, she would end up staying a Kid Pirate, after she finished off the people that tortured her.

All of this will be flushed out in Marooned, but of course made so anyone can enjoy.

[purplesurveys]

1921

Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? No, not really. The main thing I do privacy-wise is when I disable tracking whenever I download/sign up in a new app.

Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? if so, did you invite everyone in the class? I didn't. I wasn't popular and never had that many friends to warrant a birthday party. This is besides the fact that my birthday fell during the old summer season (March-June) so not only did I never get to throw a birthday party apart from my 7th; I also never got to experience being greeted by classmates hahaha.

Do you like when things are color coordinated? It's pleasant to the eyes but it's not like it's a mandatory for me.

Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? No. I've never come across those!

Do you think you would be good at memorizing lines if you were an actor or actress? If we're speaking strictly about memorization skills, yes. I have no interest in being an actress though. The task has always seemed so daunting to me.

Can you juggle? No, though I've tried to more times than I can count. It's just not meant for me, heheh.

Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on tv or in a movie for your own? It has for sure happened. Sometimes I've heard a ringing phone thinking it's our landline, only to discover it was the neighbor's.

How often do you use bobby pins? Almost never. The last time I used them was probably during my college grad shoot to hold my hairdo together.

Have you ever used a pedometer? Not a separate one, no. I occasionally check my steps from my phone though.

Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Street.

Are your eyes a different color inside than they are outside? Nope.

What were you doing 45 min ago? I was finishing up some work so I can clear up my load tomorrow. Feeling proud of that :)

What will you be doing in 20 min? Either doing another one of this or preparing to go to Angela. It's her birthday today and she'll be at dinner with her family first, so I'm just waiting for her go-signal to tell me she's free so I can come over.

What did you do yesterday? Yesterday was a full-on rest day because I knew I had lots of work/personal errands to do today. That said, I watched The Emperor's New Groove, Toy Story 1, and Toy Story 2 while watching BTS and Seventeen stuff in between. 100% a lazy day.

Are you in a good mood right now? I wanna say 70% in a good mood? I did all the errands I told myself I absolutely had to do today and I'm stoked about that – and I'm also still seeing Angela and Hans tonight so I'm bound to have a great evening. The only thing that sucks is that the weekend is over again and I feel barely well-rested.

Who was the last person in your bedroom? My sister.

Are you listening to music, if so, what song? No, I have a Ryan Trahan video in the background.

What do you usually order from McDonald’s? Most frequently, a plain cheeseburger and barbecue fries. Other days when I find even that boring, I'll switch it up - usually either a Big Mac or fried chicken and rice.

What is your natural hair color? Black.

What was the last movie you watched? What’d you think of it? Toy Story 2. I love the entire franchise, but it's still nothing compared to the first movie.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Cookie butter coffee.

What are your school colors? Maroon and green.

Are you worried that you won’t be accepted into the college you want? It was definitely a worry I had, but I ended up passing.

What is the last class you failed? Continued from earlier this evening. A 40/100 in my Economics class in college. The only failing mark that sent me straight to laughing because of how ridiculous it was.

Has it snowed where you live yet? Or does it never snow? It does not snow here.

Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? I was only photographed with a Santa when I was 2.

What is the population of the city you live in? Close to a million.

When is the last time you were in a classroom? A few months ago. Andi took me through the law department.

Do you have any homework to be done? What is there to do? Work-wise, no; I did them a few hours ago already.

Did anything exciting happen today? Yes, I saw Angela and got to give her my birthday present. I gave her two Pandora charms and tbh the most exciting thing about it was her confirmation that I didn't get her any dupes (she collects charms in the first place). So YAY we don't need to replace either of them haha.

What color is the sky outside? Pitch black.

Do you own any clothing of your favorite color? Just a few. Purple isn't really my color.

How many tattoos do you want/have? Zero/none.

Do you use cup coasters? When it's available, yeah. When it's not, I don't mind not using one.

Are you on a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? No.

Do you like to draw very detailed drawings, or just stick figures? Stick. Or nothing at all. I can't daw.

Do you own a shirt that says “Vote for Pedro”? Nope.

Do you like Nerds candy? It's always tasted terrible to me. All the rich/popular kids snuck boxes of them in school all the time to flex and Nerds was one of the ways I learned they were all full of shit because it actually tastes horrible.

[xcooki]

Late Revalink week day 1 - Formal Dance

God this is nostalgic for me. I’ve not done anything for Revalink week since I first helped start it on here, and that was back when the Revalink Cult was still around. Sigh. I do miss those days a lot. Anyway, here’s a oneshot of Link and Revali attending a ball at the castle from Revali’s perspective. Hope you enjoy!

Revali found himself in his room at the Hyrule Castle. He was sat in front of a newly installed mirror. The Champion had it installed before he came to stay at the castle again.

The Rito was running his hands through his feathers, straightening them out before he began braiding them. He twined the light brown strands into his navy blue, all into one large, low braid, that fell down his back. He tied it up with his two jade braid caps.

Revali stood up and took a step back from the mirror.

He wore a specially made, specially tailored tunic, made from a beautiful, white cotton, with a series of angular, repeating patterns, embroidered in a light blue, winding along the hems of the tunic. It came down to about his knees, borderline on being a dress. The symbol of Vah Medoh was embroidered just under the V-Neck collar, to the right of its point. The Rito’s signature symbol was stitched into the opposite side of the point.

The Tunic’s sleeves came down to his elbows, widening at the ends, creating a flowy effect in the fabric, loosely hanging around his arms.

Along with this tunic, Revali also wore his jade anklets, accenting his braid endings nicely. His outfit was finished off nicely by weaving some white, decorative cord into his braid. Pieces of cord branched outwards from the centre of the braid, dangling out around it on either side towards the end of it.

He looked himself in the mirror again, scanning up and down his outfit. He stood tall, placing his hands behind his back and taking a deep breath, before letting it go. He nodded to himself, before heading out of his door.

Revali entered the large, rectangular ball room. It was made out of a beautiful, polished stone, with a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was a bright light covering the room, accenting the white, stone floor, and the coloured banners that covered the walls.

Circular tables were set out along the edge of the centre of the room, coated in white tablecloths, with refreshments set atop them. Workers for the castle made their rounds along each of the guests, clustered into groups, holding and offering champagne from large, silver trays.

One of said groups was comprised of familiar faces. A large Goron, wearing only a small, black bowtie and a fake, white collar. A Gerudo woman, wearing a traditional, formal outfit of the Gerudo. A short, Zora woman, wearing a plentiful amount of jewellery, complimented with her light blue sash. A blonde Hylian woman, wearing a cornflower blue dress and a silver hair ornament.

And lastly, a blonde Hylian man, wearing a gorgeous, dark blue and maroon suit, mimicking the colours of the Royal Guard. He wore his hair in a low ponytail, tied off with a matching blue hair tie, strands of blonde hair accenting either side of his face.

Revali approached the group. “Good evening, everyone.” He was immediately met with a thunderous greeting from Daruk. “Hey, bird brain!” He slapped his back, the Goron Champion’s usual greeting. The Rito let out a loud “Oomph!” As he was almost thrown forwards.

This was met with a small giggle from Mihpa. “Good evening, Revali. You look lovely.”

“Thank you.” Revali managed to cough out, recovering from being winded.

“Yes, that outfit suits you nicely.” Urbosa added. “The white accents your feathers nicely.”

Revali stood straight again, smoothing down his ruffled feathers. “Thank you.” He gave a small smile, before clearing his throat and returning to his confident, prideful expression. “Remind me again of the purpose of this dance?”

“Well, the Shiekah team have made a big breakthrough on the guardian technology.” Zelda began explaining. “They’ve found a way to accurately control them without the Shiekah slate.”

“Surely, that’s not cause for such a.. large celebration amidst the whisperings of a war?” He replied, scoffing a little.

“It’s to boost morale, Revali.” Urbosa rolled her eyes. “The whole kingdom’s been tense with the rising of monsters, especially with all the Stals beginning to roam at night. The Kingdom needs something to celebrate.”

Revali scoffed again at that. “I guess I can’t argue with that.” He rolled his own eyes, looking to the side. It was then that they met with Link’s. The Rito paused for a brief moment, holding eye contact, before he faced the group again.

“Well, I’m going to go catch the person with the champagne before they make another round.” He headed into the crowd.

About an hour passed. Revali spent it in between groups, putting on airs, trying to talk himself up whilst making connections at the same time. It was exhausting.

The rest of the champions seemed to be doing much the same, apart from Link and Daruk, who were both by the appetizers.

After another round of talking to the guests, Revali moved over to join them. He flopped into one of the chairs, letting his prideful attitude fall for a few moments. “Hylia, this is exhausting.” He groaned out.

Link gave him a solitary pat on the shoulder.

“Sometimes I envy your blatant uncaringness for these events.” He sighed.

The Rito sat himself up again, helping himself to a couple of the appetizers.

Link tapped Revali’s shoulder again, getting his attention. He signed something to him. “Why care so much?”

“Well..” He thought for a few seconds. “..I use these kind of events to form political connections with other individuals, communities and groups. Along with that, if a champion told you that the monster subjugation was going well, it quite reassuring to the future of the kingdom.”

Link nodded a few times, understanding. “Well, that does sound tiring.” He signed, chuckling a little. “Come, chill out a bit with me and Daruk-“ He turned to gesture to Daruk, who had actually begun to get up.“Nah, sorry little guy, but I’m going to make my rounds and then head off. These stuffy events aren’t my style.”

Link just gave a simple nod with a smile, and then a little wave.

Link and Revali were left to eachother’s company. Neither of them minded, though. Although neither of the other knew, all of the champions knew, that the two were crushing on eachother.

Revali did his best to hide it, though he did so badly. Link, on the other hand, was very blatant about it. Very blatant. He often directly signed the words “I love you” to Revali, who didn’t know what the gesture meant, as he was still learning Zoran sign language. It had gotten to the point where Link was this close to just asking Revali out.

It was as that thought crossed Link’s mind again that the music began to change. The live band had begun to play a waltz. Link’s head perked up.

Revali looked to him, tilting his head a little. “What’s wrong?”

Link smiled mischievously. “Well?” He signed.

“Well what?” The Rito asked, confused.

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” He gestured to the crowds of people, pairing up in the centre of the floor.

Revali’s feathers fluffed up a bit as he was basically just told to ask Link to dance. He took a deep breath, before standing up, bowing in front of the Hylian.

Link was stunned for a second.

“M-May I have this dance?” The champion managed to choke out.

Link let out a giggle, despite it being his idea, he felt his cheeks warm and redden. He took Revali’s hand, standing up and leading him over to the floor.

Despite his nature, Revali wasn’t the best at dancing, and so, Link took the lead in the basic, box waltz.

The Hylian took the Rito’s hands, placing one on his shoulder, and holding the other outwards, setting his own, now free, hand on Revali’s hip.

Revali’s feathers fluffed up more as Link set his hand on his hip. This caused Link to give a small giggle, and an encouraging smile, before they both took to the dance floor.

Revali could feel his heart beat quickly as the two danced. He could feel his feathers fluff up each time he met the Hylian’s gorgeous gaze.

The two stepped and danced in synch, staring lovingly and longingly into eachother’s eyes for the rest of the night.

[complicitsacrilege]

Nine People I'd Like To Get To Know Better

Tagged by: @shittyravencarcosa @the-vagabond-angel @insectsys @pinkestpigglet @imissanthonybourdain @thecactifindahome @0nelittlebirdtoldme & @breakfast-skies

Last Song: Eat You by Caravan of Thieves from my Théâtre des Vampires playlist 😉

Favorite Color: Grey! But specifically, I love that very light, almost iridescent blue-lavender grey right before sunrise or sunset. It's my comfort color. But I also really love a deep wine purple. Any reddish purple to maroon shade, magenta, burnt orange, deep forest green, golden yellow. I'm not a big fan of blue for some reason though.

Currently Watching: At the moment? Nothing. Though a friend and I watched The Last Voyage of the Demeter today and both of us thought it was boring and copied a lot of other good movies (like Alien/Aliens, other Dracula adaptations, etc.)

Last Movie/Show: Well, seeing as I've already answered that, I'll give you the last show I watched - I just finished The Midnight Club like a month ago? I loved it, but honestly fuck Netflix for canceling it!

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: SALT. I love anything salty and bitter. Salt & vinegar is my favorite even though it gives me HELLA hives from histamine. I also love super dark chocolate. And garlic. I can eat it raw by the clove cut up on a slice of toasted bread with a little coconut oil and salt 🤌🏻

Last Thing You Googled: a specific article I was interested in reading about PTSD and memory processing. Cooke, Emily. Traumatic Memories are Processed Differently in PTSD from LiveScience - I'm also going through the cited sources there and doing more research into it to figure out if that's why my memory is so bad LOL (spoiler alert, the answer is yes)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do a thing because I'm too lazy to tag!

[ravenlking]

Appearances

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 "I don't often do favors for free, Divus. You ought to know as such. But romancing and tricking someone? That should be fun for the goddess of mischief..."

part of the astrid lokidottir/perseus lokison series! warnings: - it does get a bit! heated towards the end, but nothing scandalous a/n: - the banner belongs to me, but the pictures is from the official manga! please do not steal! - yes, divus crewel is a confirmed love interest! bro when i first saw him, i was like "TWST TEACHERS ARE SO HOT LIKE WHAT???" if he asked me to jump off a cliff, i'll happily do it with a grin - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Let's set the scene.

A rare moment indeed, to see Night Raven College's professor of Magic Arts in his- no, her true form. Ebony black hair with stripes of emerald was neatly tied in a low ponytail, stray bits hanging in front of her eyes, and her navy blue eyes glimmered even underneath the lowly-lit lamp. Delicate fingers flipped the pages of her book as her other hand was used to write down notes to plan for her next class.

This is the scene that Divus Crewel walks to see. Astrid Lokidottir, planning diligently for her next lessons, in the living room shared by all teachers in Night Raven College. His maroon gloves suddenly feel very hot and sweat trickles down his face upon approaching the goddess. Just as he was within a meter's range, Astrid shut the book close and snapped her head up to meet Divus's grey-silver eyes. He stumbled slightly but regained his posture.

"What do you require from me? Speak."

Divus coughs before handing her an elegant invitation; Astrid took it gracefully. Upon opening it, her eyes scanned it quickly; her face was emotionless and bare of revealing her true feelings. Divus quickly explained.

"Would you mind being my plus-one? I need to get some unwanted fangirls off my back," he spoke, settling for the seat next to her love couch. When she finished, Astrid slid the invitation across the coffee table before picking up her notes and book.

"Denied."

His eyes widened. "Why not?"

Astrid tapped the invitation with a well-manicured finger. "Too much effort. It also falls on a school day."

"It's only the evening until late at night," Divus argued. "It wouldn't affect you at all! You only need to hang near me so the annoying women wouldn't harass me. That's all."

She stared back at him. "My answer is no, Divus."

Divus politely leaped from his seat and half-kneeled next to the goddess. His hands found hers, silently imploring her to do so.

"Please, Astrid. As a favor," even though her frigid face didn't as much twitch, Divus continued. "You get to trick hundreds of important people! You get to have your mischief and cause slight mayhem in the politics of Twisted Wonderland..."

He trailed off. Astrid, for one, had put down her items and was staring into his eyes. She crossed her legs, a hand under her chin while the other was still in his gloved hands. A devious smirk climbed onto her lips, looking right at home upon those pale Cupid's bow.

"I don't often do favors for free, Divus. You ought to know as such. But romancing and tricking someone? That should be fun for the goddess of mischief..."

_____________________Later that evening________________________

Divus, heart eyes: You look magnificent...

Astrid: This? This is the bare minimum. Mortals wouldn't stand a chance when they feast their eyes upon my true beauty.

Divus: Well then, shall we get going? Your chariot awaits, my goddess.

Astrid double-checks the masquerade ball mask on her face one last time before nodding. Divus takes her arm and leads her away, unknowingly giving the NRC students more to gossip about.

Ace: Holy shit- Professor Crewel can actually be nice to someone??

Deuce: Ace, we shouldn't be here! We should be feeding the flamingoes!

Divus and Astrid have arrived and just entered the ballroom. It is magnificent, almost being able to rival Asgard's ballrooms with the amount of luxurious decorations and atmosphere.

Woman #1: Sevens- who is that next to my Divus??

Woman #2, fluttering eyes: Divus is so hot today.

Astrid, rolling her eyes: So this is what you put up with every other year? I truly feel sorry for you.

Divus, tightening his arm around her waist: Yeah...but luckily I have you this year.

Astrid: I'm not going to be here forever you know...I have somewhere else to be. My true home.

Divus: I know.

Divus, leaning in to whisper into her ear: But I'll make the most out of it.

Crowley: Divus! Is that you with Ms. Lokidottir? I never thought I'd see the day!

Divus: Yes...and who might you be with this year, Dire?

Crowley: Single, my friend! Single and not yet ready to mingle, as the youngsters say.

Astrid: Pft- Of course, headmaster, of course.

Crowley, leans in: My dear, blink twice if you ever need me to replace Divus. He can be a bit...too much to handle when drunk.

Divus: Dire!

Astrid: I'll take you up on that offer if needed.

Divus: Astrid!

Lo and behold, he's drunk. Hammered. Barely functioning.

Despite the stares and glares, Divus is slumped against Astrid, babbling aimlessly whatever thought first appears in his head.

Divus, cuddling her: A-Astrid...you look ngh beautiful....

Astrid, poker faced: I know that Divus.

Divus,pressing his head in the crook of her exposed collarbone: You smell hic! so nice t-too...

Astrid: I know that Divus.

Divus, pressing an opened mouth kisses: Then, do y-you know that I a-admire you, ngh Astrid? That I-I want to court you?

Astrid, sighing: Divus, you're drunk.

Divus: N-no, I'm not!

The next day, Divus arises from his slumber, his head ringing and hurting as it if a bus crashed into him. He runs a hand through his messy black-white hair before stumbling out of bed. The moment he opens his door, he meets Astrid's eyes who look him up and down.

Astrid: Oh good, you're awake.

Divus: What happened- oh

Unfortunately, or fortunately for Divus, Astrid is wearing a loose t-shirt that exposes part of her collarbone. Her pale skin is littered with little reddish patches that look oddly like hickeys. Suddenly, Divus remembers everything from last night with clear details. How he was so drunk that he was all over Astrid if it weren't for Crowley enchanting a gentle sleep spell to prevent him from going further.

Noticing where he is looking, Astrid smirks.

Astrid: I see, so you regained your memories.

Divus: Astrid, I am so so sorry-

Astrid strides forward before slamming her hands on the wall above him. With a little magic, Astrid towers over Divus, looking down on him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Astrid: Why should you be sorry? If anything, you should have done more...

Divus:

Divus:

Divus, gulping, but internally: HECK YES

[theclo4ked1]

abnormally large paintbrush aura: diminishing return. Probably the last bit of painting I'll have for a while. Here, we have seven of the eight paintings I did from late November to almost Christmas of 2023. For this series, I focused more on colour and landscape variety--I didn't want two paintings to look or feel the same or be similar in any way; uniqueness was the challenge. I'm sure you know the drill with these: paintings are ordered by creation.

I'd say this was a strong opening for this series, and I like it. In this abstract painting, and only this one, I had used my fingers to make some paint strokes. There is some brushwork, yes, and I think five colours were used, those being the primaries in acrylic and a yellow and a black in oil. I was thinking of another episode of Daria while doing this, too; where Jane was also applying paint with her fingers.

An all oil painting; this one uses blues and whites to make a mountain range by a lake. I did try to mimic the way Bob Ross painted mountains as I saw him do in an episode, it didn't work that well, and all I got out of this was Ice Cap Zone.

A green oil painted forest that has a acrylic brown layer painted underneath to make it seem dirtier. Nina's was planned to be there, skipping through shrubs, but for some reason, I just didn't add her, so now it's just her ghost. Nina was planned to appear in a larger painting, what could have been the eighth, but I had other plans.

A grey tornado in the farm fields somewhere in The Country. This one was done very fast because I did it fast because the tornado makes a messy and you can see the spin of the tornado, right? I want to see one someday, but I think I may regret living that dream. I have a feeling this was made to also use paint so it wouldn't be wasted. The sky behind the tornado is a dull maroon and green gradient thing, that's because I remember something that said skies become a vague green colour when disaster such as this happens.

I wish I knew what this was supposed to be in the first place, but it's a part of a canyon.

It gets better from here. The sixth and seventh were in creation at the same time. Those two are the only ones that were drawn with pencil first to plan out the perspective landscape. This sixth one is an abstract city, with oblong and strange buildings, and a church with a dome that's missing a cross (if you look hard enough, you might still see where it's supposed to be). The clock tower on the left is also stacked like misaligned building blocks. The moon is also present.

Comparison, not inspiration: my painting vs. Tallest Mountain ("Click!". Dora the Explorer. 2002.)

The seventh one, surprisingly, ended up being my best one in terms of content, colour, and technique--seriously, I had NO idea I was capable of this. It's also my favorite. And see? Mountains done right when I didn't do so great in the second painting. It's a good thing I didn't do a valley painting sooner because I don't believe it would've been as good as it is now. I just needed let be to cook, I suppose. Thinking now, this probably has some of East Asian influenced pulled from my memories, but know, when I finished the painting at first, I looked at for a bit. Then I was like "oh god did I just unconsciously reference Dora the Explorer?" I mean look at the mountains: purple and green. The painting looks better if you look at it from farther away or if you blur your vision.

There is no eighth painting here. It's not be included in this collection, not even on Tumblr.

{ It would've been here. }

This. Is the largest painting I've done thus far (also the largest acrylic-only painting I've done), standing--well, it would be, if I had stabilized it with a wooden frame--at what I think was 6' x 5'. In fact, its size was the reason I opted to not stabilize it and instead just went for "raw canvas" style. It allowed me to transport it with relative ease. I had nailed it to the walls of where I worked. When I was done where I was, I simply removed the nails and rolled up the canvas so I could carry it elsewhere. Peers thought the coloured circles made the subject seem at a party. Just at a party staring off from a corner. The stance and look of the subject looked heroic to one peer. I have no real reason for what I painted. I just did what I thought. It's partially undone, but it is what it is... now I have paint marks on my wall.

And that's it! I don't have to talk about painting for a while, at least until I get my own drive to create a painting. Ooh, I've got a other project waiting in the oven and I'm going to shit my words onto the screen when I post about that. It's an ugly one, but the greatest love letter ever! Soon though, I need to paint it... Thanks for reading!

[mor-and-more]

Omg you almost killed me by laughter XD

Okay okay so, I'm thinking of making sleeves put of THESE

Held double, and yes I'm intending to make sleeves different colours. Because do you know what kills sleeves sometimes? The need to make 2 identical ones. How to fix it? Well, grab roughly the same yarn (the fiber composition and thickness are the same, but they are from different brands), knit one in each

And for front... After long deliberation, I'm gonna use THIS

It's just too precious for me to use for socks, the colours are fun and speckly, and it's ONE OF THEIR FROG YARNS

And the back will be knit with the leftovers

Another idea: adding a big pocket on the front. Because I love and need front pockets. Maybe with the frog yarn, as well, maybe with one of the held double ones. I'll figure it out when I've knit the sweater itself, honestly

Also I ordered elbow patches in maroon and just orange leather. I'll decide which I'll use when I have the sleeves ready. And they are sew-on because I don't trust myself around an iron, and also I'm not 100% sure I'm comfy with ironing wool. Even sock wool

What stitches or patterns? No pattern, we die like men. Stitches? Not unless I get bored and start switching shit up. I give myself permission to go hogwild. But also due to the yarn being FUN, there's a chance that I won't need that distraction

Also in case I run out of yarn before I've finished the back

I have more sock yarns with no plans attached

...but also I have another project that I'm being Somewhat Good about in terms of Staying Faithful to, but also it might be the reason I'm feeling so deranged. But I'm just 198 rows to finishing. Don't worry about it

YOU KNOW WHAT

I just had A Realisation

It's my life and my crafting

I absolutely can and probably SHOULD knit a sweater with Reinforced Sleeves, given that my arms need so much less to freeze than the rest of me

So I could absolutely use this thin af yarn held 5 or even 7 strands together on the sleeves and then held triple on the body

The yarn in question is 2250 m per 100 g, so even 7 strands together don't sound outrageous. Just warm

Also I could absolutely create a colourful abomination of a sweater, using like 5 different sock yarns... Who will stop me from being a fucken freak? Government?? Don't think so!

[kaeddehara]

₊˚✧ ﾟ. playing with their hair !

— part 1/2

with : heizou + kazuha + xiao

heizou

- very openly affectionate to his lover, but when he’s on the receiving end, it’s a different story. heizou tends to always want to give to you almost in any case. he loves the expressions you make even when it’s just something simple that he does for you. so when heizou is on the receiving end of your affection, it’s hard for him to take it.

- so when it comes to playing with heizous hair, he hesitates. knowing he loves the feeling but feels selfish at the same time. even when you offer to brush out his hair, heizou keeps offering ways of payment back to you. it’s quite sweet honestly to have such a persistent, caring boyfriend.

､､､

“hmmm ‘zou stay still! i don’t want to accidentally poke you”

heizou laughs at your comment before leaning his head back and staying as still as he can just like you asked of him. you gather more of his maroon strands in your hand while taking the brush and running is smoothly through his soft, long hair. it’s almost relaxing in itself to brush out heizous hair. how healthy yet vibrant the color stays; you could look at it forever.

“feels nice”

he says in a breathy tone which catches you off guard for a moment. finally running your hands through his bangs before finally being done treating heizous hair for the day.

heizou takes this as an opportunity to lean his head back all the way onto your lap. you gasp the sudden change in weight while heizou just stared at your face and let’s put another small laugh.

“hm…not even a warning ‘zou?”

“your reactions are always the sweetest thing why would i ever warn you?”

earning a pout from you as you push his bangs back again. heizous smile turning into another laugh as you lean down to give his bare forehead a nice kiss <3

。

kazuha

- kazuha does enjoy spending time with you. no matter how long or short it may be, he will always take it in. constantly out exploring and being consumed with the outside world was something you both faced as a challenge. the time you had with each other was limited most days but trust kazuha to make the most out of it. most times, he would cook dinner or take you out for dinner some nice place. or, you’d be able to just spend the night with each other and rest beside him.

- kazuha wasn’t all that experienced with feeling touch from another he truly cared about. when he gave you his touch, he knew he was doing the right thing. you always seemed to be enjoying yourself when kazuha was giving to you. but when you would give back to kazuha, it would leave him mostly flustered or unable to think.

､､､

“is this an ok pressure?”

you asked kazuha and you gently ran a wooden brush through his soft, long white strands. all kazuha could do was smile as nod.

“yes, it’s perfect..”

you let out a quiet ‘good’ in response and continued with brushing out your boyfriends hair. it honestly surprised you how soft and smooth his hair was for having not spent much time brushing it out himself. that, and also having it in his usual low side ponytail.

running the brush gently and swiftly through his hair till you reached a rather loose knot. as you ran the brush over it gently, you heard kazuhas breath hitch at the feeling and a soft breath come after.

“did that hurt kazu?”

you asked him quickly as you could tell his body was now a bit tense.

“ah…nothing too bad please, continue”

you didn’t have to let him tell you twice and held the few strands that were knotted up. trying as best as you could to pry them apart as kazuha sat uncomfortably tense in front of you.

“i’m almost done not much longer..”

once you finally got his strands smoothed out, you ran your fingers through all his hair just to let him know you were finally finished. kazuha could practically feel the smile against his back you had on and turned his head around to face you.

“you’re always the sweetest love”

he said and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, letting you know he was content with your work.

。

xiao

- for such a reserved person such as xiao, it’s quite hard to find forms of physical touch all that appealing. he’d rarely experienced any true form of love rather touch from someone he loved. having gotten used to someone who’s always trying to give xiao new experiences to keep comes with a lot of patience and making a first move.

- xiao honestly loves more than anything the way you express your love for him. it can be simple and while you won’t see it on his face, internally he’s so appreciative. truly all xiao wants to do for you is give back as sometimes he feels too selfish. reminding him that love can be selfish but not in a bad way was hard for him to even comprehend. it’s the little experiences that count for him.

､､､

you finally heard the water stop and movement from the inside of the bathroom right after. still waiting in an empty bed as xiao was cleaning himself up from the day.

you walked over and softly knocked on the door,

“hey xiao, you ok?”

you leaned your ear against the door and heard silence for a few moment before a slightly struggled, “yeah, i’ll be out soon.”

“mind if i come in?”

xiao was taken aback for a moment before his eyebrows scrunched together.

“i-uh sure..”

he let out quietly in response before hearing the door open gently and your presence fill the rather warm room. he was embarrassed having you see him after a shower with his hair still practically soaking wet. his loose clothing hanging off his body as he looked down at the floor.

you took quick notice of how messy his hair looked all wet. the usual fluffy, soft looking strands now laid flat and dark against his forehead and neck. xiao looked himself back up in the mirror before adjusting some of his strands as you admired him.

“want some help?”

“i suppose..”

you let a small smile creep onto your face as he felt your fingers slick through his hair. watching you adjust all the strands to your liking as xiao tried so hard to not let you see the pink dusted on his cheeks.

it felt oddly good having his hair played with; it’s not something he’d experienced before. especially the touch being from you it created such a warm feeling within him.

“and…done! does it look ok?”

xiao snapped out of his thoughts and daydreams to see what you’d done with his hair. it wasn’t exactly the way he did it, but since it was you, he liked it even more.

“yeah it looks nice..”

he trailed off at the end as you admired xiao once more, wanting to give his pouting face a kiss on the cheek so he’ll stop holding back his flustered features.