#always happy to talk about Shay

[biocrafthero]

Can we get crumb of info on Shay?? I can feel my blood sugar low without it

Of course!!

They're the most normal one out of the cast, but honestly that margin isn't that wide.

Physically capable. This, unfortunately, will not save them.

Occasionally wears a binder.

Dissociates when extremely stressed. Nightmare-prone. The threshold to actually reach that point is pretty high, thankfully.

There's also this :3

Picking out some songs from the non-spoiler playlist, I'd say that Animal Cannibal and Sleepwalk are good songs to understand their vibe for this story.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

keep forgetting to send you this so doing it now - I find it rlly funny that we’re probably the only too ppl in the world that named themselves after the ants (me being nef and you being shai) so 🤝🤝 here’s to the most specific solidarity ever

I am shaking your hand SO enthusiastically right now,, I've pretty well documented it at this point but I VERY much saw myself in pouf and the name only felt right; I wanted to name myself after him for a while but was too nervous to actually go forward with it until I settled on the first part of his name; It felt a lot more legitimate in my eyes than clipping the name anywhere else (though ngl. I'm pretty sure I'd respond to his full name lmao). I actually do use the name irl as well! It makes me really happy to be identified with him, he's a major force in my trauma recovery + was (is?) the name and face to my dissociative episodes lmao; the name was a major act of love and I'm grateful every time I hear it 💖

[cassie48]

Ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｙｏｕ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ?

(Dark!Paul Atreides x Sayyadina! Reader)

𝘈|𝘕; 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘈𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 also 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰….

!Keep in mind all dialogue is in the native Fremen language. Also for this Jessica isn’t the reverend mother!

SMUT SMUT AND SMUT

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You sat in the prayer room, whisperers escaping your mouth. Before, you prayed to the Shai-Hulud, but now? Now you pray for your messiah, who goes by the name of Paul Atreides.

As you knelt on the hard stone flour, you held your hands together. You were all alone in the room, the others had left for the night, but not you. You felt at peace here.

You were so devoted to your job, always seen praying or worshipping your new mahdi. You had created a strong bond with Lady Jessica. She had took you under her wing, appreciating your kindness and how you believed in Paul.

As you prayed you paused, hearing a noise near the entrance behind you, putting your hands down by your side, you turned, and saw no other than Paul Atreides watching you.

“Hello” he said smirking down at you.

“Lisan al-Gaib, forgive me I did not hear you” yous said scrambling to your feet and bowing slightly in fear and astonishment.

“No need to forgive me, I interrupted your prayer” he said walking closer to you.

You gulped, you had never had a one on one conversation with your messiah before and you didn’t really know what to say.

Paul noticed your nerves and spoke again “I came here to seek guidance” He said continuing to walk towards you.

“Oh, well the reverend mother would be best suited for that job Usul” You said trying your best to contain your anxiety.

“Oh god no, I couldn’t talk to her about this” He said smiling down at your small face.

“Oh” you said unsure what else you could say.

“May I confide in you instead?” He asked trying his best not to smirk.

“Oh, I’m not sure that’s a good idea, the elders wouldn’t be happy I’m just a sayyadina. You’d be best to speak with someone higher up” you said, surprised you managed to get the words out.

“I don’t care what the elders think” he snarled

Your eyes widened, not used to hearing someone disrespect the elders of your sietch. You swallowed, not knowing what to say.

“Forgive me, that came out the wrong way. I simply mean, the elders pray for me yes?” He said, knowing your answer.

“I- of course Usul” you said nervously.

“Then whatever I choose to do, they will stand by me. I know the way, you must understand that?” He said, now very close to you.

You felt like crying, how could you be so stupid, you had disrespected your Messiah. “I’m sorry” you whispered.

Paul took your right cheek in his hand, cupping it. “No apology is necessary, now may I speak with you” he said, dropping his hand.

Your cheeks grew red at his touch “of course, you can confide in me, I will try my best to help” you swallowed.

Paul took your hand, and led you to the centre of the room, and motioning you to sit down in the centre of the circle. You stopped, knowing you weren’t supposed to.

“I can’t sit here usul, it’s reserved only for the Reverend mother” you said, fear evident in your rushed words.

Your reverend mother had taken on the role about five years ago, when the previous one had passed away. She wasn’t pleasant whatsoever, and had a grudge against you that you never understood. Even though she was the reverend mother, she did not show much appreciation or belief for your Mahdi.

“Oh please, I don’t see her here, what’s the worst that could happen?” He said laughing lightly.

“No, really I’m not trying to disrespect you usul but I can’t” you said making it obvious you feared the thought of even doing it.

“Why are you so afraid?” He asked, his tone now sounding angry.

You bowed your head down, not wanting to say why, knowing that would be seen as disrespectful to the Reverend Mother.

“Tell me” he ordered.

“I- she’d punish me if she found out” you said, your words coming out so fast he barely heard them, but he did.

“Punish you?” He questioned, to which you nodded.

“How?” He barked.

“She, she hits me sometimes, when she says I’ve been disappointing” you say, holding back tears thinking of all the times she’s slapped or shoved you.

Paul said nothing for a moment, fearing if he did he’d scare you, he had never felt such rage before until now. To think someone had laid a finger on you. You were his, and if someone hurt you, he would hurt them back.

“How many times had this happened” he said his voice cold and demanding.

“I don’t really know, at least once or twice a month. She says I’m weak, and that I’ll never be good enough to be a sayyadina. That I should just give up” You said, tears now falling down your cheeks, silently.

Your head was still facing the floor, embarrassed to even look at Paul, in your state. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the touch of his hand. He wiped your tears. His hand was soft. How odd, a man that had killed thousands, and his hand felt soft. He slowly led you to sit down where you had been so scared to before.

“No need to cry, that won’t be happening anymore” he said making you lift your head in confusion.

“What, I don’t understand” you said, your eyebrows raised in confusion at his words.

“Do you know why I came here to confide in you” he asks, his hand still resting on your cheeks.

You nod your head no, he had never explained to you why he had sought you out in the first place.

“I did because, I had a vision” he began

Your eyes lit up in excitement and your heart raced. To think your Mahdi would tell you his vision firsthand made you feel special, something your rarely felt while being a Sayyadina.

“I had a vision of you, you were sitting in the sand, the sun on your skin.” He said, looking into the distance as he recollected the images of you in his head.

“M-Me?” You stuttered, completely taken aback

“Yes, you. You were by my side, my truthsayer, the empires truthsayer” He revealed, now looking down at your expression.

“Mahdi I- this cannot be true!” You said, your mouth wide open.

“You think me a fool? You think my visions are just hallucinations?” He questioned you.

“No! No! I believe you! You are Lisan Al-Gaib, I trust you. All I meant is, I don’t think I’m that important, I’m no where near as clever as some of the other sayyadina that are amongst us here” you said.

“You must believe in yourself” He said, feeling annoyed that you were so self-doubtful.

“It is hard when everyone around you tells you that you’re nothing” you said, offering him a sad smile.

“You are not nothing! You are everything” He said locking eyes with you

You filled, your cheeks reddening from his compliment

“You wanna know what else I saw in my vision?” He suddenly asked.

You nodded quickly, eager to know what else your messiah saw in your future.

“You stood with me, not just as my truthsayer, but as my wife” He said watching to see your reaction.

Your eyes widened further, if it were even possible, and your mouth moved to say something but nothing came out.

“You trust me right?” He asked scooting closer to where you were sitting.

You nodded, still not able to speak from the shock she was experiencing.

“So trust my visions” He said as he leant down even further his lips almost touching yours as he spoke once more

“Have you ever been kissed?” He questioned eager to hear your answer.

“No” you whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Good girl” Is all he said as he leant in closing the very small gab between you two. He kissed you full force, passion lingering between you and him. He took his hand and placed it around the side of your head, trying to get as close to you as possible.

You finally began to kiss him back, once you had built up the courage, the whole experience was completely new to you. Most Sayyadina wait until they are “of age” to have any sort of relations with another Fremen.

You pulled away as fear entered you once more “usul I shouldn’t be doing this, I will be in trouble” you said your eyes glued to his feeling as though you had no control over how you were reacting.

“If anyone ever tells you what to do again I will kill them” is all he said as he kissed you again, this time more rough than the last.

He placed his hands around your side, pulling your body over to his, now plush against you.

You moaned, unknown sensations entering your body that felt extremely good. You felt him slightly push his knee into the gap of your legs and you found yourself moving your hips to meet it too.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth and you let him, his dominant personality showing.

The nice sensation you were felling grew when he pushed his knee further into your aching heat, now you felt it fully.

You moaned again, this time a lot louder than the last, again your body acted before you even thought of your actions. You rolled your hips against his knee and gasped when you felt utter satisfaction.

You broke away “what, what is this?” You asked as you moved your hips against his leg once again, not really knowing what you were doing, just knowing that you felt really good. You had never really been educated on sex, you knew it was something a couple did to conceive, but you didn’t know how it worked, or felt.

“It feels good, right” he asked you

You nodded after a moment, looking down between your legs where you saw his knee rubbed up against your core, that was covered by only the fabric your cloak, which was almost see through from the wetness that was leaving you.

“Then keep going, I wanna make you feel good” he said.

You said nothing else as he pushed his knee against you and you completely widened your legs again and your dripping heat now sitting on his leg as you grinded down, putting your head against his shoulder, as he held you.

“It feels s-so good usul” you whimpered as he held you tightly.

“Your doing so well, keep going” he said watching as you brought pleasure to yourself.

You now moved, almost entirely on his lap, and grinded down, moaning when he’d move his leg up slightly to help you out. He leaned down and locked lips with you again.

As you kissed him his hand moved down to where you eagerly wanted to feel nice, he first drew his fingers against your inside thigh, teasing you.

After he noticed it was working and you moved more desperately against him, he slowly brought his hand lower, to your core.

He moved his finger against your clit, smirking slightly as your eyes widened and your groans grew louder. Wanting to please you even further, he moved to place a finger inside you.

You tender up, the new feeling making you slightly embarrassed “usul?” She asked

“I need to prepare you before I make love to you” is all he said. You nodded fully trusting him.

You gripped into his shoulders tighter, muffling your moans, and he moved his finger in and out of your aching pussy.

He placed another finger inside when he noticed you were getting closer to your peak. You moved your hips down, meeting him halfway, as you muffled your moans once more, the pressure building upon in your lower tummy.

“Let all your sounds out. I want to hear. I want them to hear.” He said growing more possessive.

You cried out as you came undone, your juices going all over his fingers, he held you up with his free arm, letting you hold him as you came down fork your high.

He lifted his two fingers up and licked your juices off them, before laying you down and kissing you again, his tongue invading your mouth once more. Once he had you underneath him, he pulled off your long fabric down, that all Sayyadina must wear.

He smiled down at your naked body, you felt uncomfortable and insecure, no one had ever seen you naked before, you tried your best to cover yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself from me malak” he said making you blush. (Angel)

“I intend to know every part of you” he added and finally you removed your hands revealing your small but perky breasts.

Paul smirked down at the sight, you really did look beautiful. Laying down underneath him, ready to be claimed.

He slowly began to suck on your breasts, at first you found it odd, but then it started to feel nice, and you began sticking your chest up, wanting him to keep going.

He pulled away, making you slightly pout “don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make you feel good soon” he promised.

He slowly began to move down your body, leaving kisses all over it as he did, and you smiled in satisfaction and love.

One he reached your pussy again, he guided your thighs away from each other and you swallowed, excited to fell nice again, but wondering what he was going to do to you.

He kissed the crease on the very inside of your leg, and you felt butterflies in your stomach, your legs moving impatiently.

He moved his head down even closer to your core, making your brows crease in confusion, wondering what he was about to do, but your eyes quickly widened, and your back arched when he placed his mouth onto your pussy.

He slowly licked it, collecting any of the remaining juices from your previous orgasm, before beginning to eat you eat, grabbing your thighs to keep you in place.

You yelled out, fidgeting as he nudged his nose against your bud. Your hands found his dark curls, and you tangled them within them.

You rolled your hips onto his face, that familiar pressure building up yet again “keep going please” you said smiling but it quickly dropped when he pulled away.

You were about to question him when he began to remove his own clothes and you sat waiting to see what he was going to do. Everything he had already done to you felt amazing and even seeing him without his clothes made you tingle inside once more.

He leaned over you, kissing your neck once more. You felt his hot breath on your skin. You wanted to fell even more of him.

“I’m gonna make you feel good ok? It might feel odd at first, but then it will feel amazing” he said cupping your cheek. You nodded, saying nothing else.

He slowly entered you, and you grasped onto him and you froze. This was not what you thought happened during sex.

“Usul?” You whimpered.

“Shh, your ok. Relax, it will feel nicer if you do” He told you, kissing your cheek gently.

You listen you his words and try to relax your body to the best ability you can. After a moment, he began to thrust in and out you.

Your mouth widened, you realised he was right. It did feel good, very good.

After a minute you began to move your hips with his, matching his rhythm. “Oh Usul” you cried holding onto him for dear life.

“I’ve got you baby” He said as he groaned as well, kissing down on your neck. He matched your noises and you two moved together at a perfect speed.

“You were made for me, all mine” he groaned as he hit your g spot, making you cry out.

“I’m yours” you whimpered

You continued to make loved for a few more moments, and you locked eyes with him, his bright now blue eyes, looked directly into yours.

You both began you became rougher, almost sat your peaks, you began to cry out “usul, I’m gonna-

You were cut off, a voice of a women you had heard all too many times. The voice of a women that had hurt you, physically and mentally.

“What is going on?!” The reverend mother yelled, fury written all over her features.

Paul ignored her for a moment, both of you reaching your peaks, and he spilled himself deep inside you, and waited a moment before pulling out, making sure none of his seed went to waist. He pulled his bottoms back up and kissed you lustfully, before placing your dress on top of your naked body, as you tried to stay conscious.

“I’ll just be a moment, my love” he said

He turned and the smile he had offered you, turned to a furious and hateful glare, seeing the woman who had hurt you multiple times enter the room.

Thankfully, she had entered the room when the two of you had finished, but she knew exactly what was going on due to the loud noises both of you had been letting out.

“What exactly do you think your doing!” The elder woman yelled out.

Paul’s angry expression grew “I’m claiming my wife to be” he said watching as her face grew more shocked and angry.

“She is not marrying you!” The woman yelled once more.

“She carries my child, I will be marrying her” Paul said proudly.

“You can’t know that yet!” She yelled annoyed.

“Yes I can, I’ve seen it. I’ve seen my beautiful wife sitting where you sit now, a child growing inside of her” Paul said, knowing he was annoying the woman further.

“I won’t allow it! I am the reverend mother” She said with a smirk.

“Not anymore” Paul said matching her smirk as he watched as her face dropped.

Paul grabbed a nearby Crysknife and slit the woman’s throat, watching emotionlessly as she bled out on the floor, and died.

A nearby Fremen guard eventually came to the scene “mahdi! What has happened to our Reverend mother?” He asked with shock and worry.

“She tried to kill me, I wish I didn’t have to do that, but she was going to stab me” Paul said, his acting extremely good and believable.

“Thank God you are ok! I will alert Stilgar of this incident” The man said running away.

Paul took one last look at the woman, before smiling and walking away. He knew his plan would work. People knew she never liked him, and so it would be believable that she had tried to kill him.

Once he returned to you, he knelt down, pulling your head into his lap, playing with your hair gently.

“What has happened Usul? Who’s blood is that?” You said with fear.

“You need not worry. Our Reverend mother has had an accident, but I have a replacement” Paul said stroking your face lovingly.

“Really, who?”you asked, shock all over your face.

“You” Is all he said, as he picked you up in his arms.

A|N; I’m a quite proud of this!

I hope you all enjoyed it :)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day! I was thinking about this Bakugou, where he penches his s/o lips whenever she teases him or compliments him, saying that her lips should be punished for driving him crazy or smth.

I just find this idea cute if you please can write about it 😭🤍

a/n:..wait...cus why are you a literal genius this got a lil kick teww ittttt.. (kinda soooorta angsty but like if you squint, katsuki is bad at feelings but he tries his hardest, kissing, no biting for once wow its been a while..dont worry yall its comin, short lil drabble, hope u enjoy ! <3)

"your eyes are so pretty katsu."

katsuki bakugou thinks he'll never be able to get used to you when he looks down at your head in his lap, raising a brow as a defensive mechanism to not turn red all the way down to his chest.

"where'd this come from ?" he leans into your hand almost reflexively when you place it against his cheek, still not breaking eye contact as you smile at him, he feels warmth crawl up his back and it makes him squint.

"nowhere," you run your finger across his cheek, than across his nose bridge "just wanted to tell you."

he gulps, clearing his throat his eyes fight to keep looking into yours, relaxed and happy and comfortable. it feels strange to see someone so comfortable around him.

"yeah ?"

"mhm, your lashes are so long too." you muse. it's casual, it comes out so easily.

he feels his heart beat loudly against his chest when you run your fingers over his eyebrows. you keep on touching him, and he likes it, usually. but it's overwhelmingly nice, you're overwhelmingly nice and he doesn't know what to do with it. because bakugou isn't sweet like you. he can't casually tell you that he loves your eyes, that he could be perfectly content staring at you doing whatever for hours on end, that random things he sees when he's out remind him of you and that you're the last thing he thinks about when he falls asleep.

because it comes out wrong, when he does. but even still your words make him so unbearably giddy. it's foreign receiving compliments, and if he does their almost always quirk related. but these are different and they're from you, so it feels even better and though embarrassment creeps up onto his body his heart buzzes and beats proudly. he feels like he can't sit still so he does the next best thing.

"shush." he mumbles, pinching your cheeks to make you pout. you splutter out a giggle when he leans down to place a sloppy wet kiss onto your duck lips. "you keep sayin' weird shit.." he dodges your grin when he lets go of your cheek.

"but they are long ! and your eyes are pretty ! that's not weird, it's the truth." you maintain, nodding afterwards like your word is law. fuck, he loves you.

"be quiet." he pinches your lips shut and you start flailing around with muffled giggles and squeals. katsuki follows, laughing through his nose and meanly moving your lips around in his grip.

"fuck, you drive me crazy.." your eyes snap open at his soft eyes and words. his eyes shine mischievously but his cheeks are bright as he smirks. you pout at him and it makes him want to squeeze you until you pop. ( he remembers you called it cute aggression or something)

"you talk too damn much." he pinches your cheek "needa be punished for drivin' me nuts all the damn time."

"jush shay yur not goo wif complimeshs." katsuki snorts at your attempts to talk with your cheek in his grip, and he can't help the half smirk on his face when you laugh. he releases your cheek in favor of leaning down to press his lips against yours.

"you're the pretty one, dummy."

"but we can both be pretty !"

"whatever, you're prettier then."

katsuki still feels his heart thump loudly in his chest, and he's sure he'll keep feeling like this for a long while. your words will keep sticking to his heart like they always do. and maybe he is 'pretty', he'll go along with that for you, but you're definitely prettier.

[sc4llywag]

Since I got Tumblr and have free range to rant however I want, its time for the Assassin's Creed main characters and how they walk post!!!

With each of the games, they change the main characters walking animation to fit their vibe and I need to be able to study them beheehe

Desmond

I don't have too much to say about Desmond's other than his is simple and similar to Ezio's and Altaïr's and I like to think that this is due to the bleeding effect(it happened to me too I walk like the assassin's all the time) his is a little more confined and he keeps his arms closer to himself so he's very typical in the way he walks

Altaïr

In his walk he has a sway to his hips and steady hands(probably to keep himself ready for any assassination), but goddamn the SWAY I never noticed it.

His shoulders also sway with his walk and I love how fluid he is in general, this ties back to his robes for me and how flowy they are to show the grace of an assassin in high profile but when low profile they stay to his sides and he's all in the shadows and I REALLY love that about him.

Ezio

This gif is all I could find so i can't really remember if Ezio's walk is different in Ac2 from Altaïr's because ubisoft is the king of recycling things but whatever. He still has the outward stance but I do notice his head is pointed low to try and keep himself hidden(shadows shit be like) but ofc hes holding the apple here so it's hard to tell if he's trying to swing his arm a lot lol, anyway body language is important to Ezio so hes very good at looking broody as well as fluid in his movements

Connor

(Walk Cycle Research | PKlover4078)

My man my man my man my man😍‼️‼️

The way Connor walks with his hands stretched out and then clenching his fists every moment because he's always ready for a fight goddamn this MF could take me in an alleyway and I'd be happy. I'd like to note with this gif, it doesn't show his slow slow walk and I remember it pretty well, he has a slight cautious aura in his walk, he's really careful in his foot placement(I think) and he's super awesome and I love him a lot. Since we have him running I'd like to talk about that too. He has such an efficient sprint it's so mesmerizing, he keeps his head low and just fuckin vrooms across the colonies<3

Aveline

You can barely see her here bc the damn community doesn't care for Aveline much but I like her even tho I haven't played Liberation, I enjoy the way she walks in a proper manner and she's got that strut the runway strut is everything. I also like how she has a wider swing in her arms, more carefree and comfortable.

Edward

This is such a great quality gif thanks so much Ac fandom!!

Anyway, I really love the difference in Edwards walk compared to the rest of the assassins because he's a pirate, he hasn't had the teaching of grace and secrecy. Therefore his walk is staggering in his footwork but still proper bc he's a sword fighter and very good at it. In a longer gif you'd be able to tell but his footing is a little messy, showing that drunken sailor pirate personality shows in his walk. He has a close arm swing due to him always needing to be close to his weapons, ready for a fight(like his grandson<3)

Haytham

I can barely see how he's walking but I'm pretty sure he had his hand on his sword hilt which says so much abt his character, again always being ready for a fight. He has a very straight posture due to his pompous nature, quick in his form to be efficient because why walk if you don't look proper and efficient?

Shay

Ok he's a Templar and so is Haytham but fuck you I love them.

His walk is so GOOD his walk has a heavy step and he's very prominent, got that straight posture again, not much to say about his arm sway other than the added shoulder sway, love that for him bc he's just so intimidating.

(For reasons I'm not doing Arno, Evie, Jacob, Kassandra, and Eivor since I haven't played their games)

Bayek

Bayek's walk is very different from every other assassin and that makes me love him so much more. He feels very carefree and relaxed but when in combat good lord does he go off!! He puts more sway in his arms than his hips and that's probably why he has a combat centered walk, like Edward.

If you've reached the end thank you for reading my rambling ass get over excited over walk cycle animations :) follow for more rambling!!

[house-of-hamartia]

A lady with a violin playing to the seals Hearken to the sound of calling Who tied my hands to the wheel? The zodiac turns over me (Come to me) Somewhere there my fate revealed I hear but how will I see I tied myself to the wheel The winds talk to my sails, not me (Come to me) Somewhere there my fate revealed I hear but how will I see

"THE SYREN" - NIGHTWISH

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For the way I always imagined these two, Dorothea was Shay's Syren, kinda luring him deeper and deeper into the Templars' own pursuits.

It's about seduction.

It's about temptation.

It's about following the voice of this woman, who carries the same moniker as the Fallen Angel.

It's about liberation from previous beliefs and tenets, and finding a path that best suits both of them.

Good gods, I am so happy to finally be able to show Dorothea in all her Templar glory.

Only Shay could bring it out of her.

Because, for the way I see, he is the only one that would actually embrace her values and elevate her for them, instead of having to compromise.

and fml I am all for that.

Anyway, I hope you will like this.

I got some smooching to draw this morning lolol

--Nemo

[allieebobo]

Merry Crisis—Cast of characters

Romance-focused x Slice-of-life x Queer x Non-Euro-centric x Character-based

Demo | Features | Dev log | Back to Main Post | COG forum | Dedicated tumblr | Ko-fi

Credit: The wonderful amazing INSANELY talented @dumplingcatho made these STUNNING character portraits!! I am still reeling from how dang good she is. I swear she probably made a deal with the devil for this talent but I shall not question it.

Nat [M/F]

The soulmate/ex/best friend.

Your ex. Your parents never approved of them, but you suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. Despite the breakup, you’re still friends, and worse still - you still live with them in a tiny shoebox apartment. New York rent, man—it's hard to say no even though you know you should be moving on, and moving out.

Height: 6′2 (M) | 5′11 (F)

Nationality & race: African-American

Occupation: Post-doc fellow, working towards becoming a tenure-track professor.

Description:

Warm, twinkling eyes, and big, infectious laugh. Can swing from nerdy charm to extreme goofyness at the drop of a pin.

Loving, thoughtful, and kind to a fault. Relaxed, gentle demeanour

The kind of friend—and partner—you can trust with your life.

An incurable optimist.

Loves people, art/movies (especially talking about them with friends), food/cooking, their two dogs. 

Nat's dogs

Kiho [M]

Breed: Cairn Terrier

Age: 8

Description: Proud, small, intelligent, standoffish, with a stern grandpa energy. Apparently, a reader/player told me long ago that Kiho means "big boss" in Finnish colloquial slang and that was so perfect that it stuck. If Kiho were human he'd wear an old patagonia vest and spend his weekends fishing (not very adeptly).

Liz [F]

Breed: Border collie

Age: 3 (adopted when MC and Nat were already together.)

Description: Not exactly literal golden retriever energy but... close enough. A ray of sunshine, playful, easygoing, happy-go-lucky and a voracious eater (she eats everything), loves playing in puddles and has a special love for chewed up tennis balls.

Qiu [M/F]

The estranged first love / soulmates.

Your first-love (or platonic soulmate), from junior college. You’d not kept in touch, and now, they’re ridiculously successful. But, according to your intel, still…single.

Height: 5′8 (M) | 5′4 (F)

Nationality & race: Chinese Singaporean

Occupation: Public prosecutor

Description:

Extremely intelligent, with a sharp, cutting wit.

Ambitious, determined, and a bit cynical / jaded.

Dark, piercing gaze, with a completely unreadable expression.

Formal, a little bit stiff, and always impeccably dressed.

Aloof, almost intimidating presence despite their relatively average height/slim build.

Loves a job well done, being useful, stimulating conversation, and solving problems. Peace and quiet.

Shay [M/F]

The charismatic stranger.

Your neighbour (Auntie Pearl)'s new tenant. Sexy, confident, and unabashedly unconventional. Your mother definitely does not approve, but you might not be able to resist their roguish charms.

Height: 5′10 (M) | 5′6 (F)

Nationality & race: Chinese (Peranakan) Singaporean

Occupation: Lead singer & guitarist in a rock band

Description:

Thick, sweeping eyebrows, expressive eyes that twinkle at the edges, and a permanent roguish half-grin.

Tan, athletic, with an undeniable swagger to their walk. Has a penchant for sleeveless muscle tees. Good with their hands (and... possibly other parts of their body).

Adventurous, resilient, unflinchingly honest, and uncompromisingly true to themselves / the people they love.

Loves the outdoors (and constant motion), music (especially rock, reggae and soul), dancing, soccer, nature/plants (including gardening).

Other asks

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Valentine's Day challenge for you! For each of the love languages (touch, gifts, time, words, acts) assign an assassin to each and write how they show it

Also happy Valentine's to you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Of course!! Thank you dear for this cute request!

Happy Valentine’s to you too!!

MASTERLIST 10

Love languages

altair

He’s a man of quality and substance so he would be wanting to spend quality time with you and appreciate all of you

ezio

Absolutely relies on physical touch and so much affection whenever he’s around you

desmond

I feel like words would be his strong suit since he thinks highly of you and wishes someone would have told him the same

edward

another one who would be physically affectionate, mostly stemming from his fear(s) of being alone

arno

The Romantic honestly tries to hit all five because he adores and loves every part of you all the way

aveline

All the gifts and spare time she has, as much as your heart desires

ratonhnhake:ton

Such a sweetheart! Acts of service are his go to because he gets to talk to you the most if your me busy with chores

jacob

another touchy one like Ezio! PDA starts to become his favorite especially if some Rooks are eyeing you too long

kassandra

Words are key to the Misthios because she weaves elaborate poetry to remember you by

bayek

Quality time is favorable to the former Medjai because it anchors him back to the loving domesticity when things get crazy

eivor

Eivor likes to create and make things so gift giving speaks volumes if carvings or jewelry are to your liking

aya

She is more physically affectionate, always holding onto your arm or hand if she wants to

basim

Likes spending quality time with you the most because he gets to unwind and relax with his favorite person

Templars

shay

Is absolutely physically affectionate and shameless about sneaking kisses

haytham

Tries to spend more time with you as possible, but also likes to buy you gifts

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Chapter 7: Then Again

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Everyone’s got regrets they might wish to go back and change, but then again, you would have never gotten here

Word Count: 3,304

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, honest conversations, hiking, cuddling, soft intimate shower, oral sex (f receiving), p in v protected sex, lotsa kissing, praise and lowkey size kink, swears

Author’s Note: O. M. G. This is the first time I’ve written smut, so I wanted to make it super soft and loving like I feel really pairs for this couple. Nine months into the relationship, wowza. Talk about true love, somebody pls find me a bear of a man like this.

Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It’s my favorite on the entire album. It just kinda puts warmth and longing into my chest, so I hope the vibe matches what I’ve written.

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“Yes Mom, I promise I’ll be safe.” You looked into the camera of your phone as your mom looked right back at you.

“As long as you promise. I don’t want you eaten by a bear, but apparently you’ve got your own bear of a boyfriend to ward them off.” You laughed along with her own chuckle at that joke.

“Yes, Ari knows these woods well. I have no doubt he’s taking us on a good and safe route.” Your head turned away from the phone at a knock at the door.

“That’s probably him now.”

It was Sunday morning and Ari had asked you on a nice hike with him. The weather was set to be sunny, yet brisk, perfect for a rigorous walk through the mountains.

You opened the door and Ari greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head. “Morning, Duchess.”

He turned to see you were on the phone. “Oh, good morning Mrs.—“

“Ari, please. Call me mom. How many times do I have to tell you?” You both smiled and blushed at that as Ari went into your kitchen and dropped off his things. You sat on the couch, continuing your phone call.

“I knew there was something about that boy the first time I saw him. I’m so glad the two of you are so happy together. I can’t wait to come visit and officially meet him in person soon.” Ari had spoken to your mom on several occasions over FaceTime now, each time garnering more of her respect and adoration, which was rare for her. She always had sky high expectations, and you were her daughter after all, but she didn’t want you to have to face the same struggles she did, both career and romance-wise.

You rolled your eyes, thinking she wouldn’t catch it, but of course she did. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. You know I’m right. I’ll let you go have fun on your date, though. I love you!”

You smiled back. “Love you, too, Mom.”

Once the call ended, you walked over to Ari, watching him bent over and looking through your fridge. You just couldn’t resist the urge to smack the plump, ripe piece of ass in joggers before you. Just as you were winding up, a large hand went and covered both cheeks.

“I know what you’re, thinking, Angel. You’re not gonna get me this time.” He rose from his hunched position, and towered over you, eyes glinting with mischief, pairing with the sly grin on his face. Before you knew it, Ari had scooped you up and plopped you back on the couch, peppering your face with kisses and tickling your sides. You were helpless, kicking your legs from under his body, doing your best to fight off the attack.

“Ari, quit it! I give, I give, you win!” You squealed through your giggle.

Ari’s hands and lips stopped their assault, but he didn’t pull away, instead, leaning in and putting a fat kiss on your lips. “Get on your hiking boots! We’ve gotta go before it gets hot.”

You nodded and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Help me tie them?”

Ari’s head drooped down as he sighed and grabbed your boots off the floor. He could never say no to that look. He kissed each shin as he slid the boots onto your feet. “Anything for you, Duchess.”

You helped by tying one of the shoes as Ari tied the other. He was just such an expert, having to do this everyday for however many years now. Looking at the single knot you had made on your right shoe, he untied it and pulled the laces tight, making his own double knot in its place.

“You’re so much better at that than me.” You huffed. He laughed back, kissing the wrinkle away from your forehead that showed up when you were frustrated.

“Nonsense. You’re great at it. I just like ‘em extra secure.” He grabbed your hand and helped to lift you off the couch, the two of you putting on your hiking backpacks and heading out the door, ready for the trail.

Your hike was filled with amazing views and sightings of so much wildlife. You truly loved seeing Ari in his element, as well. He constantly checked on you as he led you through the winding trails, pointing out his favorite spots and, of course, stopping for snacks and photo ops.

He could tell when the exhaustion was starting to creep in, but luckily by that point, the two of you were nearly home.

As you came back, Ari started on heating up the leftovers from dinner the night before. You went out to your back porch which overlooked the rolling landscape, rich with colors of green and rocky gray, mountains graced with snow caps when you looked up at the peaks surrounding you.

Ari came out carrying two warm plates of Thai food from the good place in town and you snuggled up on the couch of your patio furniture and ate together.

He grabbed your plates and set them aside, as the two of you chatted, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Ari pulled you close so your back was against his chest, his strong arms tight around your waist. He wiggled to scoot until his back was up against the arm rest, finally placing his head on your shoulder as the two of you settled.

Ari kissed your neck, his beard lightly scratching the sensitive skin, as you sat there pensively. “Ari, do you ever wish you could go back and change things? Go back to a time that was simpler, where you didn’t know what it was like to live through so many hardships? Do it all differently?” You felt his chest heave with a sigh and he exhaled out of his nose, the warm air hitting your collar bone.

Ari let the question hang in the air for a moment, thinking over everything in his life while he formulated an answer. “If I could go back, I probably would’ve held onto my old Bronco. It used to be my grandpa’s, and it was getting old, so I traded it in for the truck. I probably would’ve visited him down in Atlanta a little more, too, before he passed.”

You nodded as he hummed, thinking of more things. “I probably would’ve stuck around for graduation, finished my degree so I could become rich.”

You giggled as his chest rumbled behind you. “I’d probably apologize to Savannah for wasting her time, would’ve hung out and vacationed with my childhood friends a little more….”

“Had a little more patience, or sent a few more prayers to heaven, but I don’t know if that all was really in the cards. If it were up to me, who knows where I’d be? I look back at all of that. The heartbreaks, the hard goodbyes, they led me here.”

You turned to look up at him, his gaze distant in thought before he looked down at you. “If it was all different, though, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my whole world in my arms, stealing kisses on a Sunday afternoon. Sure, there are a few things that I might’ve changed if God put me in charge, but then again, I would have never met you.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes at his words. “Why? Is there anything you regret?”

You laughed and sniffled as you shook your head. “No. Not at all.” He used his thumb to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I feel really dumb right now. I was gonna say something stupid like buying bitcoin to be rich. Or like, maybe just not date at all until I found you. But you make a great point. I wouldn’t have come up here if it weren’t for all that. I think I love you too much to regret anything that led me here. Anything that I thought was a wrong turn definitely turned out right.”

He shook his head, laughing along with you, kissing away the rest of your tears. “Trust me, I love you more.”

The two of you sat there, basking in each other’s presence, before you began to become overly aware of the dried dirt and sweat that sat on your skin.

“I, um…. I think I’m gonna go take a shower. Get the outdoors off of me.” Ari nodded and helped you up off his lap, preparing to head home and do the same when you lingered before heading inside.

“Do you want to….join…me?” Ari sprung up out of his chair, head nodding vigorously. He grabbed the plates off the table and ran to drop them in the sink. He watched as you sauntered, hips swaying while you discarded pieces of clothing, one by one, completely naked before reaching the barn door that closed off the master bathroom from your bedroom.

Ari shimmied down his pants with much less grace, shucking off his shirt and socks, before joining you in the steamy room. He watched in awe as you stepped into the water and it ran down the curves of your body. Ari reached his hand under the stream and immediately retracted at the sting of the heat.

“God, Duchess. I love you, but I don’t think I could stand it if the lava you’re standing under burns my skin off before I even get to touch you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bear, it’s not that bad.”

You begrudgingly turned down the temperature as Ari joined you. This wasn’t the first time you and Ari had done anything, but it was the first time you had seen each other fully naked all at once, since you hadn’t fully had sex yet.

You turned around as Ari grabbed your shampoo, gently rubbing it into your scalp. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his fingertips massaging your head, basking in the intimacy and ecstasy of the moment.

“Angel, if you keep making noises like that, I don’t think we’ll ever get clean.” You laughed as you leaned back to wash the shampoo out of your hair.

Ari leaned under the stream with you to wet his hair. You squeezed the shampoo into your hand and began to massage it into his scalp, scratching your nails through his hair just the way he liked.

“Oh, fuck Angel, that’s good.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest.

“If I’ve gotta stop, so do you, mister.”

The two of you continued to wash each other, sharing kisses and feather light touches here and there before getting out and drying off.

Once you had brushed out your hair and Ari’s, the two of you made your way to your bed, sheets freshly washed just the day before. You had your towel wrapped around your body while Ari’s hung low on his waist. Ari held your hips, looking into your eyes, as you slowly backed up until your knees gave out from hitting against the bed.

Ari moved to crawl over you, his towel coming undone as he did so. Your eyes trailed down his firm chest, to his chiseled abs, until you could see how hard he was. You moaned at the sight, watching how his dick twitched in response.

His eyes stayed locked with yours until he leaned down and kissed you, trailing away from your lips and down your neck before retracing the path with his tongue.

You shuffled under him, removing your towel and discarding it on the floor with his, adjusting yourself so your head laid against the pillows. He kissed you again, deeply, passionately, before smiling and pulling away.

“I love you. I’d never change anything about my life unless it meant I could have met you sooner just to love you that much longer.”

You could feel his heavy cock tap against your leg as he kissed down your chest, eyes never leaving yours. You watched intently, lips parted in a light gasp as he finally reached where you were yearning for his touch.

Ari’s biceps bulged when he pulled your legs apart, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. Your breath shuddered at the sensation.

“Is this okay, Angel?” You nodded and whispered back.

“Yes, please. Please keep going.”

Ari’s tongue darted out of his mouth licking a stripe up your slit. Your back bowed as he dove in, licking and sucking. You knew he called you Angel, but his tongue was heavenly.

You let out a high-pitched moan, entangling your fingers through the wet strands of Ari’s hair, using the leverage to grind against his face. He inserted a finger into you, pumping it and curling it against your spot just right. You felt your legs began to shake, but pushed Ari’s head away before you could reach your peak.

“Wait, hold on.” You spoke while still trying to catch your breath. He looked up at you in bewilderment, beard glistening with your arousal.

“What’s wrong, Duchess? Did I do something?” You shook your head, still gasping for air.

“No, no. It was so good, I just, uh…..I want you to be inside me when I come.” Ari nodded, coming back up your body to kiss you.

“Okay.” He whispered back, a soft smile on his face. “Gimme a sec.”

He ran over to his discarded joggers and fished in the pocket to find his wallet where he pulled out a condom. He returned to you in bed, taking his spot between your legs again, and rolled it on. You knew he was huge, and you’d only taken two of his fingers before, but you couldn’t help the anticipation to feel all of him.

“I’m gonna open you up first, okay Angel?”

You nodded and immediately threw your head back as Ari scissored two of his long fingers against your walls, preparing you and stretching you out for what was to come. You wailed when he added a third and Ari swore he had never heard or seen something so beautiful before. The movie that was you feeling this level of bliss from him made him feel warmth and pride through his chest. He needed to be inside you.

Ari pulled out his fingers, swirling his tongue around them and sucking them clean, moaning at the sweet taste. His eyes rolled back and he nearly came from the culmination of partaking in your pleasure up to that point. You couldn’t help but clench against nothing, watching the specks of lust within the love in his gaze after that as he leaned down and framed your face with his large hands. He leaned in to kiss you, then pulled away as his dark blue irises, thin around his blown pupils, shifted between your eyes.

“Are you ready? Are you sure?” It came out breathy and strained. He wanted this as badly as you, after taking everything step by painfully slow step for nine months together.

“Yes, Ari. Please. I just want to feel you so close.”

He nodded and ran the head of his cock

up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before perching at your entrance. He kept one hand at his base, the other on your cheek as he looked deeply into your eyes. You felt the bulbous tip breach your entrance, almost with a pop as your tight warmth welcomed Ari.

“Ah, oh, Angel, you’re so tight.” Ari nearly yelped at the feeling of being inside you. You watched as he couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter closed from the overwhelming pleasure. “I’ll take it slow, promise.”

All Ari wanted was for you to enjoy this as much as him, and when he was able to pry his eyes open to see the way your face was contorted, your eyes as sincere and pleading as his, he knew you were. He slowly pushed in further, accompanied by a deep moan from you. Neither of you were virgins by any means, but something about this moment with Ari felt like being born again, straight into delectation.

He pushed another inch in, slowly, and your hands flew to his broad back, nails digging in the muscles that firmly blanketed his scapulas. His hips jumped at the sting, pushing him in to the hilt, causing you both to brace against each other at the fullness and all encompassing warmth.

His head dipped into crook of your neck, breath fanning your collar bone and beard sending tingles through your body as he sucked on the spot that gave you chills.

Your hands ran down his back and to his ass, pulling him in closer to you, if that was even possible.

“Ari, I need you to move.” You felt him nod against you and his hips pulled out only a few inches before rolling back in.

You breathy moans were close to his ear, spurring him on to keep going faster, pulling out farther and pushing in deeper until the warmth from your core began to climb up your body again. He found a rhythm and could feel as your pussy began to clench.

“Duchess, I can feel you’re close. It feels so good. You’re always so good to me.” His praise pulled you that much closer to the edge, hands grasping for purchase across his back, slipping slightly from the thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck, Angel. So tight. It’s okay, you can let go. Let go for me.” Ari needed you to come for him. He needed to feel your body sucking him in, holding him tighter. He pulled his head from your neck to look into your eyes when it happened. He moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing tight circles and sending you over the cliff you were hanging on.

“Oh god, Ari!” You keened, your ankles locking around his narrow hips as your entire body contracted in ecstasy. Ari wasn’t far behind, the tightness surrounding him causing him to drive his hips all the way forward and spill into the condom. He collapsed over your chest again as he grunted lowly into your ear.

The two of you stayed there for a few minutes as you caught your breaths. He pulled back, his now dry hair draping over the sides of his face and framing yours, making a small world where it was only the two of you. His silky brown locks blocked everything else out. The only thing in existence was your shared gaze, filled with hazy satisfaction and dopey smiles.

Ari leaned down and kissed your lips, and then your forehead before he whispered to you. “I’m going to pull out, okay? You stay here while I go get a washcloth.”

You nodded and gasped as you felt the sensation of the ridges of his dick passing against your walls until you were empty. On instinct you rolled over to your side and closed your legs, still sporadically convulsing from the orgasm. Ari returned and cleaned you up, pulling up the covers and crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer.

He kissed you shoulder and muttered. “I’m so happy to have you. I love you so much.”

You turned over and tangled your legs with his, pulling him in for a lazy, filthy kiss. “I love you, and I’m the luckiest person in the world. Or more like, my whole world was just in me.”

You winked at Ari as his shoulders bounced in laughter at your ridiculous statement. You were drunk in happiness, but neither of you would have it any other way. You slung your arm around his waist and nestled deeply into his chest, a satisfied smile on your face.

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Bonus A/N: as Paris Hilton says, “that’s hot”

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Two Hearts, One Firehouse

Request: Ohhhh thank you so much 😊 It would be an idea where you're Kelly Severides half sister and on duty at Ambulance 61, but also having a crush on Gallo and vise versa but Kelly does not approve. So the mood between you both is not the best as he doesn't want you to be one of his girls. So as the ambulance one time gets in an accident and 51 comes to your rescue, Kelly notices how worried Gallo is and how he wants to make sure your okay. So Kelly gives him a chance and he finally asks you on a date and it's all fluffy ? Hope that's okay 🩷

Pairings: Severide!Younger!Sister!Reader x Blake Gallo

Warnings: inaccurate medical talk, car crashes, hospitals, angst, fluff, blood, cursing

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You had lived with your mother and your half brother, Kelly Severide, you had the same mother but different fathers. That did stop the two of you being like full siblings with him being a month older, yes you were the younger sister of Kelly Severide. Your step-father had decided to adopt you so you took on his last name. You loved your family and you stuck beside Kelly most of the time. You and he were similar in more ways than one and it was a little scary. So similar that you both had decided to go through the same career paths, though you went paramedic route and he went firefighter route and later to squad. You always loved helping people. You loved it so much that you had decided to make a career out of it and you haven’t looked back since. It started when you were on the way home from school and had passed an accident and so you helped them and that is where the spark started and it grew. You both were lucky enough to go through the fire academy together and had each other for support and once you graduated you both were lucky to get the same firehouse. 

When you started to work for Chief Boden at Firehouse 51 with your brother you made fast friends with everyone but then again that is just who you are and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You really became friends with your fellow Ambulance 61 crew, first it was Gabriela Dawson and Leslie Shay and then it was Gaberila and Sylvie Brett. You loved them all and was devastated about what happened to Leslie but you put on a brave face and moved on. It was the same with your brother, he loved her just about as much as he loved you but she didn’t swing for his team, and you both had each other to lean on. You welcomed anyone who had come onto it no matter how long they were staying there. Gabriela Dawson, Sylvie Brett, and you became the second dream team on Ambo 61 after Gabriela, Leslie, and you.

While you made fast friends with everyone at the firehouse there was one person in particular that you had fallen madly in love with and you could say the same for him. Who is it you ask? Blake Gallo. The tall, dark haired, brown eyed, handsome, male that worked with your brother on Truck 81 when he was there before Squad. Kelly liked Blake and thought he was a good guy but when he started seeing how Blake looked at you and they way you got all happy and smiley he knew something was up. You see, Blake didn’t have a good dating history, he had several fling and an ex-girlfriend and when he did get in a relationship it seemed like it didn’t last long it was over, Kelly didn’t like that. He also didn’t like that he was trying to make moves on you while doing it with another girl. You and Blake hung out a lot especially with your brother and other friends down at Molly’s, a bar for first responders and other guests are allowed to be there but it is mainly a hang out for first responders. 

Currently everyone was out at Molly’s celebrating a successful shift and to just relax and have the weight of the days melt away and it worked so well. You and Kelly had just arrived at the bar since you both lived together and you both rode together. “Oh man am I ready for a drink.” You said eyeing the bar and all of the alcohol and your brother chuckled.

“You can say that again. Just make sure you don’t drink too much. I don't want a repeat of what happened on your birthday.” He said and you grimaced. You, Sylvie, Gabriela, Stella Kidd, your brother’s girlfriend and your best friend, and Natalie Manning, Will Halseatd’s current girlfriend and your friend, Hailey Upton, Jay Halstead’s partner and girlfriend, and Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek’s partner and girlfriend,  had partied way to hard and several shots were taken and after several more drinks and several more bars a very drunk you were being dropped off to your brother at your guys’ apartment. That night was filled with very drunk talk about anything and everything, especially about your crush on Blake and lots of time in front of the toilet. You tended to tell the truth when you were drunk. You ended up passed out in your brother’s arms on the bathroom floor and after a while he carried you to your room and held you all night and was there when you got sick.

“Never again. That was so bad.” You said and he chuckled and side hugged you and kissed your temple which made you smile and lean into him. You both then spotted Jay and Will, Connor Rhodes, Antonio Dawson, Hailey, Kevin Atwater, Kim, Adam, and Gaberila and several of your other friends and you made your way over to them. “Hey guys!” You said and they looked up and smiled.

“Hey!” They all said and each and everyone hugged you and the night started. 

“How long have you all been here?” You asked taking a seat beside Jay.

“Not long. We were about to get a pitcher for the table. You two want in?” Connor asked 

“Yes please.” You and Kelly said at the same time and everyone laughed. It was not an uncommon occurrence for you both to say things at the same time. 

“Why don’t you come with us?” Hailey and Kim said to you and you nodded because you knew the real reason, they wanted to gossip without the boys.

“Count me in.” You said and followed them to the counter. You flagged down Stella and you told her what you wanted and then the three of you were left to chat. 

“So… how is it going with you and Blake?” Kim asked and you looked at her.

“What do you mean?” You asked 

“We’ve seen how cozy cozy you both have gotten with each other.” She said and the others nodded.

“There is nothing going on. He doesn’t like me like that. Besides, he has a girlfriend.” You said and they smirked.

“You keep telling yourself that but there is definitely something going on. He also just walked in and it seems to me that he is looking around for you.” Hailey said and that had  you spinning around and saw him and when his eyes met yours and he smiled which caused you to look down and blush. 

“Ohhh he is walking over here.” Kim said with an edge in her voice and she smirked. 

“No he is not.” You said and Hailey smiled.

“Yes he is and he is here.” She said 

“Hello ladies. How is it going?” He asked and you looked up at him, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Doing good. Just grabbing a pitcher and taking it to the table.” Kim said and pointed over to the group consisting of the boys. “Wanna join?” She asked and he shook his head.

“No thank you. I’m meeting some of the guys here.” He said and pointed over to a table you had become so quiet and your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Stella came back with the pitchers and glasses and Blake’s drink choice.

“You guys go on. I’m gonna hang out here for a minute.” You said and they smirked but you had yet to break eye contact with Blake. Stella took that as a hint and brought you your favorite beer choice. 

“Don’t have too much fun.” Kim said and you nudged her and they laughed and walked on.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He said and you smiled “I mean you look beautiful everyday.” He said rambling.

“It’s ok I get it. You only see me in uniform and my hair up.” You said looking down as he took a seat next to you.

“Either way you still look absolutely gorgeous.” He said. “How are you?” He asked and you looked up unaware of how your brother was watching and glowering at the back of your guys’ heads.

“I'm doing good. Last call was a little nerve-wracking but we got through it.” You said as you took a drink of your beer that Stella had set in front of you silently and smirking as she did so. “You?” You asked and smiled.

“Been doing good. My day gets better every time I get to see you around.” He said and you blushed and looked down making some hair fall into your face. He slowly reached over and tucked it behind your ear his touch sent electricity through your body and you found yourself leaning in to him. It was no secret that you liked, no loved, each other and had major crushes on each other. 

Meanwhile Kelly was fuming and everyone was smirking. They knew how protective he was over you. “Look at them. They are way too close to each other.” He said, taking a drink of his beer while watching you.

“Oh come on Kelly.” Jay said while taking a drink and then began talking again “They are so painfully in love with each other that it's almost cringe worthy watching them.” He added and everyone nodded in agreement. 

“Well I don’t like it.” He said, pulling a pouting face.

“Why?” Will asked and he turned to him.

“He is only going to break her heart. I don’t want that for my sister. I hate seeing her upset.” He said and they all smiled.

“Your sister and Blake are madly in love with each other and the flirting says so. I don’t think I’ve seen him with another girl since he broke up with his last one in the beginning stages of him being at the firehouse.” Matt said and Gaberila nodded. “Do you trust your sister?” He asked and immediately Kelly nodded.

“1000%. I just want her to be hurt. She’s been hurt in the past and it took such a toll on her. If I wasn’t there I don’t know what would’ve happened to her.” Kelly admitted.

“What happened?” Connor asked

“She was in love with a guy and they seemed to have loved each other. They moved in together and got engaged. They were going to get married. On what was supposed to be their wedding day I found him and her best friend, your bridesmaid, hooking up and I really mean fucking in their room on their bed. I was furious. I chewed them both out and pretty much made them tell her what had happened. It took a toll on her, it sent her into a depressive state but she never did anything to hurt herself but that doesn't mean I wasn't worried. I was there every step of the way until she got better and lots of therapy. It took her awhile to get over it, I don’t think she got totally over it until we started working at Firehouse 51. She was scared to let herself get attached or date and as big brother I promised I would protect her at all cost.” Kelly finished, eyes focused on the two of you.

“What happened with her ex-fiance and ex-friend?” Hailey asked and Kelly looked at her.

“They got engaged a month later and married a year later. They had the decency to send her a save the date. She didn’t end up going to the wedding and as far as I know they haven’t tried to contact her.” Kelly said.

“Oh that is horrible. What are their names?” Adam asked, the entire Intelligence crew and Med crew grew to love you and treat you like a sister and a daughter to Hank Voight and Alvin Olinsky, before he passed away.

“Tyler Wattson and Ana Hopkins.” Kelly said, taking a drink.

“Didn’t we just have Tyler start working at Med?” Connor asked Will and he thought about it and nodded.

“We did. Just about two weeks ago. But he took vacation just a couple of days ago for a month” Will said “He seemed like a nice guy but now that we know the truth it makes us look at him differently now.” He added and Connor nodded. The rest of the night Kelly watched you and Blake talk and laugh together and what really grinded his gears was that you both were flirting with each other. 

“Alright that is it. I’m calling it a night.” Kelly said and threw some money down to pay for half of his beer and then stalked over to you without saying goodbye to the others. “Y/N, we are leaving.” He said and you looked at him.

“I’m not done here. I don’t want to go yet.” You said, Blake could see a fight about to happen.

“Hey, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.” He said and Kelly looked at him for a split second.

“Fine. I’ll see you at home, Sis.” He said and hugged you and kissed your temple and you leaned into his hug.

“I’ll see you at home.” You said and then watched as Kelly stormed out of the house. “What is up his ass?” You asked and Blake shrugged.

“Who knows. Let us finish out the night together.” He said and you blushed and nodded.

“That sounds like a perfect plan.” You said and that is what you both did. By the time you both were ready to leave it was 12 AM and Blake was putting money on the counter to pay for his and your drinks and then he was throwing an arm around you and leading you outside to the Uber he had called since that is what he took here and the both of you have been drinking and in no shape to drive. The Uber drive to yours and Kelly’s apartment was super quick and filled with small talk and giggling. Blake told the driver to wait and he nodded and Blake walked you in and up to your apartment. “Thank you for a good time tonight.” You said as you arrived at the door and he smiled.

“Anytime.” He said and then you were smiling and blushing while looking down. You opened the door and stepped inside and shut the door. You turned around to find Kelly there.

“Holy shit.” You said “You scared me.” You said as you took in his appearance he wasn’t smiling and he had his arms crossed. “What is wrong?” You asked.

“I don’t want you hanging out with Blake anymore.” He said and you looked at him.

“Why?” You asked

“I don’t want you to become one of his flings, Y/N/N.” Kelly said and your mouth fell open.

“I’m not going to become one of his flings.” You said starting to get defensive.

“He has done it before and what makes you think he won’t do it again?” He asked 

“People can change. I haven’t seen him with a girl or heard him talking about a girl since he started at 51 and you should know guys at the station don’t care who overhears their conversations. I love him, Kels. Why can’t you expect that?” You asked

“I’m just looking out for you and want what is best for you. I don’t want you to become one of his girls that he sleeps with and then puts out to the curb. I’ve seen how your last relationship did to you and I don’t want that to happen again.” He said and that made you freeze. How dare he bring that up?

“I can’t believe you would bring that up. Yes Tyler was an asshole for doing that to me and yes it sent me into a depressive state to the point of needing therapy. But I’ve learned from my mistakes and that situation. I can take care of myself and I love that man. Why can’t you see that?” You asked and before he could respond you threw your hands up and then back down “I’m done. I’m going to bed to get a good night’s sleep before our next shift. Goodnight, Kelly.” You said and stomped off brushing past him.

“Y/N/N.” He tried but knew nothing could stop you. He sighed and went to the couch and turned on the TV to a random game and watched it for a few before going to bed. He checked in on you before going to his room and falling asleep. 

The next morning you were gone before he even woke up and that saddened him. He hated when the both of you fought and this fight could’ve been avoided if he kept his damn mouth shut but he was your big brother and he needed to protect you, that was his job. He sighed and got ready for his shift. When he arrived at the station he parked next to your car and got out and then he heard your laughter as he got out and he looked up smiling but then it fell when he saw who you were with. He was angry but then he saw how happy you were and that slowly died down. You spotted him and your smile turned into a frown and glare then you flipped him off and you pulled Blake into the firehouse and that made Kelly upset but he was an asshole so he deserved it.

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You and Blake had been having a relaxing talk outside of the firehouse in the morning. He was drinking coffee leaning against the wall and you were leaning against the opposite wall. You both were talking, more like flirting, with each when you looked up you saw that your brother had pulled and your smile turned into a frown and then a glare. You flipped him off and then pulled Blake into the firehouse. “Everything ok?” He asked.

“We had a fight and he pissed me off. I'm not talking to him right and besides he brought up some stuff that shouldn't be brought up.” You said and he nodded.

“If you want to talk about it, I'm here.” He said and you looked up smiling.

“Thank you, that means so much to me.” You said and he smiled.

“Anything for your pretty face.” He said and that made you blush furiously. 

“Gallo!” Herrmann called out and the both of you looked up and he was waving him over to him.

“Looks like you're being summoned.” You chuckled and he turned back to you smiling.

“Seems like it. Talk to you later?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would like that.” You said and he smiled and then headed off before he got into trouble. Now you were left alone. You were alone until you heard your brother's voice.

“Sis.” Kelly started and you turned around glaring.

“What?” You asked and his eyes saddened.

“I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have brought up your past. I trust you I do. It's just my job as a big brother-” He said but you cut him off.

“By a month.” You said 

“Yes, by a month. But it's my job to protect you. He just has a reputation and I don't want you to get caught up in it or be another girl that goes onto his list.” Kelly said and you could see where he was coming from.

“I get it. I do but you did something so unforgivable. I like him, Kels. Why can't you just accept that?” you asked and after he didn't answer you sighed and shook your head and walked away. You avoided him for most of your shift and most of those times you were on calls, which was great for you because that meant you were away from Kelly. While on calls and you weren't trying to save a patient or driving you were on your phone texting Blake. You and he had given each other your numbers that morning before Kelly showed up. 

Finally, you were back from your latest call. You could let a sigh of relief out. When you started to get out Kelly was there and before he could say anything or you say anything the bells were rining signaling for Ambo 61. You groaned but got in the driver's seat once again and set off. “This is what our 12th call since the start of our shift?” Gaberila asked and you nodded. 

“Seems to be that way. It must be a full moon tonight.” You said chuckling.

“It must be. Let's just hope this one is easy.” She said but as you pulled up she regretted those words.

“Or not.” You said and looked over at her it seemed to be gang related or a hit attempt. “Alright let's do this.” You said and put the ambulance into park. The both of you got out and headed towards the scene. “Paramedics coming through. Please move.” You said and most people, which were bystanders, moved. You and Gabriela looked at each other and then she was getting to work trying to wake the man up.

“Sir, can you hear me?” She asked the man to mumble something and it was so quiet that you could barely hear. You then began to look around and spotted someone on the phone and waved them over.

“Sir, can you tell me what happened?” You asked and he looked like he was shaken up.

“We were just walking to the store when a car came out of nowhere. They pulled a gun and pointed it out the window and shot him. My brother used to be in a gang but he got out and snitched and now he has a bounty on him.” The man told you and you nodded.

“What is your brother's name?” You asked 

“Kenny Hills. They were driving a black Toyota Corolla.” He said and you nodded.

“Thank you for the information. We will try to get him the help he needs.” Storing the information to tell the police. “Do you want to ride with him?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No, I'll meet you at the hospital.” He said and you nodded. 

“Ok, we will be taking him to Med.” You said and he nodded and took off. Something seemed off but you needed to tend to the patient. You walked back over and relayed the information to Gaberia. Early you had brought the stretcher over and now you both worked to get him up and on it. Once you both did that you loaded him up in the ambulance but you couldn't help but notice a suspicious car parked a little bit away. When he was loaded you and Gabriela got in and you started to speed off. “How are we looking?” You asked as you drove hurriedly down the roads with sirens blaring.

“He's stable and breathing. He's lucky that we got to him in time.” She said 

“Good.” You said as you drove. 

“What's going on?” Kenny asked as he started to wake up.

“We got called saying that there was a man unconscious with gunshot wounds.” Gabriela said.

“Oh man, they actually attempted it.” He said

“What do you mean?” You asked 

“I was in a gang but they started doing things I didn't agree with and I had done some things that I'm not proud of. So, I turned myself in. I took a deal that if I ratted them out I would be clear but would have to do some community service and I agreed. They found out and started coming after me, family, and friends. They stopped for a while until today.” He explained

“We can get the police involved and get you into protective custody.” You said

“You think that would work?” He asked 

“Yes-” You began but was interrupted by a car slamming into the driver’s side of the ambulance and a scream was heard. You don't know if it was yours or Gabriela's. Pain erupted throughout your side as the ambulance was pushed sideways. The truck still accelerated and it started to tip the ambulance to the side. “Keep him safe.” You told Gabriela.

“I got it.” She said and then the truck backed off and slammed into the ambulance again and that made you hit your head and the world go black. 

The ambulance had overturned and rolled, sending Kenny and Gabriela all around the place, but they were unharmed. You on the other hand were pinned and glass had impeded in your skin and in your stomach. The seat belt was cutting into you and blood was running down your temple and out of your nose. You were also barely breathing but it was labored and it would come out later that your lung had collapsed. “Y/N are you ok?” She asked but got no answer. She moved as best as she could to get a look at you and saw that you were unconscious.

“How is she?” Kenny asked and Gabriela looked at him.

“Not so good. How are you?” She asked, moving and wincing in pain.

“I’m ok. You?” He asked

“I’m in pain but nothing to worry about.” She said and then there was a noise and the back doors were being opened. 

“You son of a bitch you were supposed to die.” A man said he was covered in blood and he was limping. Kenny moved Gabriela behind him and grabbed anything closest to him which happened to be scissors.

“Well it looks like you didn’t do a good job. Clearly I’m still alive.” He said and then a fight broke out. “Go tend to your partner.” Kenny said to her and she nodded and moved as best as she could. The fight was continuing.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” Gabriela asked but you didn’t answer. “Please be alive. I can’t have your brother killing me.” She said and started to do an assessment of you. “It’s going to be ok. I’m going to call Kelly.” She said she was about to get the phone when Kenny appeared he was covered in more blood and physical wounds “Are you ok?” She asked.

“I’m ok.” He said 

“What about the other man?” She asked

“Taken care of.” He said and she nodded “What can I do to help?” He asked.

“Find gauze or anything to stop the bleeding. She’s cut bad. I just hope everyone is on their way.” She said as he set to work. Then suddenly the smell of gas leaking filled their senses and they looked at each other.

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“Truck 81. Rescue Squad 3. Engine 51. Battalion 25. Car crash. Overturned ambulance and possible fire. Multiple injuries.” 

The bells and the voice came over the intercom and Kelly’s heart sank. “That can’t be. Can it?” Kelly asked Stella as they got ready to move. 

“Let’s not think the worst.” She said

“It’s not them. It’s not.” Blake said as everyone loaded up into their vehicles and moved out. The vehicles were silent as they rushed to the scene. “Stella, what are the chances it’s Y/N?” He asked his friend. 

“A very good one. They never checked in and they never made it to the hospital.” She said and Blake’s heart dropped. 

“I can’t lose her. I love her.” He said and she smiled at him sympathetically.

“She’s strong. She's Severide. Nothing is going to stop her or bring her down. Y/N grew up with Kelly and that takes some guts. She’s going to be ok.” She said trying to keep spirits high but right now she wasn’t too sure herself. They arrived at the scene and everyone was silent, they eventually pulled together and Chief Boden started to give orders. 

“This is so bad.” Herrmann said 

“They’re going to be ok.” Otis said “They are both strong.” He added just as Gabriela crawled out of the wrecked ambulance and came over to them. Other firehouses had been called because they needed more ambulances.

“It’s bad. There is blood everywhere and she is unconscious.” She started off.

“What happened?” Kelly asked

“We were transporting a patient, his name is Kenny Hills, we suddenly got hit and it sent us sliding. Then we got hit again by the same truck, I’m assuming. Someone came in and they had back and forth and he told me to go and take care of Y/N so I did. He’s in there now stopping the bleeding. He was an ex-gang member but he’s a really good guy.” She said as she got medical attention. Kelly nodded as did everyone else and then they got to work. 

“Alright Rescue Squad 3 start getting her out safely. Truck 81 and Engine 51 start getting that gas under control and get that truck out of here.” Boden said and everyone let him know that they understood. 

“Geez.” Cruz said as they walked up to the accident.

“What happened Y/N/N?” Kelly asked as he saw you, his sister, unconscious on the steering wheel. 

“Alright let’s get going.” Capp said and everyone began to work. “You must be Kenny.” He added looking at Kenny and he nodded.

“She didn’t even deserve this. They were after me. The other guy is in the back.” He said 

“Is he alive?” Kelly asked

“If he is then he is severely wounded.” Kenny said nobody else spoke. They got Kenny out and transferred and then they got to work on you. 

“Alright, we take this nice and easy.” Kelly said and everyone nodded and so it began. You had been unconscious the entire time not making a sound. 

“How is she doing?” Blake asked as he appeared and a few others started helping out. 

“Not so good.” Kelly said and Blake pulled a face that Kelly couldn’t see.

“Kels.” You spoke softly and everyone jumped.

“I’m right here, Sis. What hurts?” He asked 

“Everything.” You moaned out “Kels, I don’t feel good.” You said and slowly cracked your eyes open to look at him.

“It’s ok. We got you.” He said

“Just take it easy.” Blake announcing his presence.

“So tired.” You mumbled

“No no. You’re not giving up on us that easily. You need to be here to help people.” Kelly said as they got the door off and started to cut your seatbelt off and Blake caught you before you could fall. They started to pull you out but being trapped under the steering wheel you yelled out.

“Fuck, stop!” You yelled out as they started to move you out.

“What? What is wrong?” Blake asked

“I’m trapped. Something is digging into my leg.” You said and they took a look and there was a piece of metal in your thigh piercing an artery. 

“Ok ok we take this slowly.” Kelly said to you and everyone else around. That is what they did and they got you out safely and then your breathing became wheezing. “Stay with us.” He added as they loaded you into an ambulance and headed to Med. Kelly insisted on riding with you and nobody was going to say otherwise. 

“Kelly, I’m sorry.” You said and he looked at you.

“For what?” He asked stroking your hair.

“Everything. Everything I put you through. This.” You said 

“This is not your fault. You hear me? This is not your fault. Everything you put me through was sibling love and I gave it right back.” He said and you nodded as best as you could and then you were arriving at Med and the doors were opening to reveal Connor and Will. 

“Hey Y/N/N. You doing ok?” Connor asked 

“Hurts.” You said and he nodded.

“We got you.” Will said and then your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. “Woah, ok. Let's get moving.” He said and Connor said and they were wheeling you back to surgery leaving Kelly in the waiting room watching the door you just went through. Not even 20 minutes later 51 was rolling through the doors. 

“Kelly?” Stella’s voice came through.

“They took her back 20 minutes ago and they haven’t been back out. She, uh, she passed out before they even got her in here.” He said 

“She’s tough. She is a strong woman. She will pull through this.” Otis said and then chuckled “She is a Severide, stubborn.” He added and everyone chuckled and Kelly actually cracked a smile.

“You got that right.” He said and then walked over to a wall and leaned up against it with his head down.

“Kelly.” Blake said and Kelly looked up.

“She is strong. I’ve never met a strong woman before.” He said and Kelly could see the pure panic mixed with heartbrokenness in his face.

“Do you like my sister?” Kelly asked

“I more than just like her. I love her, Kelly.” Blake said and tears came to his eyes. “I don’t know what will happen if something happens to her. She’s changed me for the good.” He added. “She’s the best.” He finished and Kelly could tell he was telling the truth. 

“I believe you. I’m willing to give you a chance but if you hurt her and I mean if she comes crying to me, and she will because I’m her big brother, because of something stupid you did, I will make your life a living hell. Don’t fuck it up.” He said and Blake nodded.

“Absolutely. I love her too much to hurt her.” He replied

“Good. I’m holding you accountable.” He said and Blake nodded and before they could say anything Connor and Will were walking over to them and Blake turned around and everyone gathered.

“She’s stable but it was touch and go but she is alive and in recovery. She has 2 cracked ribs, a fractured wrist, a collapsed lung, a broken nose, and we had to go in and repair the artery in her leg. We almost lost her but she is a fighter. She’s going to pull through. She’s going to need a lot of physical therapy but we think she can return to work in about 6 weeks.” Will said and everyone nodded “You can see her now but limit to two people.” He added and everyone knew that Kelly and Blake should go and so that is what they did. They followed the two doctors to your room and let them be. The two men walked in and you were just waking up.

“Kels?” You asked and he smiled and walked over and sat down.

“I’m here, Sis. Blake is here too.” He said and you smiled and looked over at him.

“Hi.” You said quietly and he smiled.

“Hi.” He said and sat down taking your hand.

“Gabriela and Kenny. How are they?” You asked, looking at the both of them.

“They’re doing good. Kenny is not in trouble. They were brought in before you.” Blake said and you nodded and you groaned and blinked slowly. 

“I���m going to let the others know how you are doing. I’ll leave the two of you alone.” Kelly said getting up and kissing your forehead and then walked out of the room leaving you and Blake alone.

“Y/N,” Blake began looking at you and you looked at him “I love you. I have ever since I laid eyes on you. Yes I know I was a playboy but then I saw you and wanted to change all of that and I did. You’re the only I want and you’re the only girl for me and I want that to be forever. Your brother has already threatened me so you don’t have to worry about that. When you get released will you do me the honor of letting me take you out on a date?” He asked and you smiled and nodded.

“I would love that. I love you too. Ever since my ex-fiance cheated on me with my best friend and started working here I didn’t think I would find anyone else and I would die alone but you walked into 51 that day and everything changed. Suddenly my world was right and there was light again. You made me laugh and I mean really laugh and smile and you can ask Kelly or anyone else. So, yes I would love to go on a date with you and hopefully one day become your girlfriend and maybe even something more.” You replied and he smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you smiled and nodded.

“Absolutely.” You said and he got up and leaned down and connected his lips to yours. Sparks flew and you knew you found the right one. You both only pulled apart when you heard someone coming down the hall and he sat down. It was Kelly and everyone else, despite what Connor and Will told them but they knew it would happen, they all greeted you and while chit chat was made you and Blake stole glances at each other and smiled but then was pulled back into conversation. You were happy and alive. You couldn’t wait for that date.

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The feeling of Falling, a feeling I thought was set in stone.

(Ambiguous partner for Lance) One late night Hunk and Lance chat

Ao3

It’s late when Lance answers Hunk's video call, he still has a mountain of students' assignments to finish grading but he could always get them done at home or in the morning if he came to school early enough. Sometimes it felt surreal to Lance that he had his life, that he had, speaking with his friends and former paladins didn't make it feel any more real. 

He had been talking to Hunk about intergalactic laws that made it hard for him and Shay to adopt different alien kids that weren't Balmera when the conversation shifted to him. 

"And how is teaching going?" Hunk asked, "Are you still enjoying it?" 

He shrugs a small laugh slipping out, "Let's just say I kind of understand why Iverson was the dick he was to me" he chuckles sadly as that nagging feeling in his chest appears. 

"Lance," Hunk says his name softly, eyes no longer shining with happiness. “ We have talked about it, what he did, the way he treated you, that is not how you treat a kid.” Hunk said, “Or am I wrong? Do you ever try to speak to your students like that? Do you make them feel small and insecure?” 

Lance shrinks into himself, he knows that he would never speak to a kid the way Iverson did to him-  the unnecessary cruelty that man inflicted on Lance, the way he made him feel so sad and lonely not only that but for many years Lance truly thought he had been a useless asset, a seventh wheel, some spare thing that the rest of the team had to deal with him and God was it hard to deal with those feelings but more than anything it had been so much worse to confront his teammates about the way they had made him feel, specially Pidge. 

Pidge and he had been close at the beginning, they were part of the garrison trio with Hunk, they had been friends for a while back then but then after the revelation that she was a girl and Shiro disappearing, she did a 180 and had almost made it her mission to make Lance feel like an idiot and now as an adult he could understand that she was going through her own hell and dealing with her own demons, losing both her brother and father, looking through them in space but it most definitely didn't allow her to speak to him in a way it made him want to never speak again or how every time they interacted he wanted to hide. 

He wishes he could have talked to Allura about it too, even in the short time they were together they never really talked about intimate things like his feelings and his experience in space or… the time he died. He didn't regret, saving Allura but till this day sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night frightened, surrounded by darkness and the feeling of falling. 

“No,” he whispered and shook his head, “Of course not.” he sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. 

Hunk gives him a small smile, “Have I ever told you how grateful I am for your sister?” he says as he picks up a picture on his desk.

“Huh?” he reacts confused, “Rachel?” he asks, he knew Hunk had asked for Rachel’s help once or twice for diplomatic reasons when dealing with other planets' governments.

Hunk snorts, “ NO, Veronica,” he says putting down the photo, at the new angle Lance could see it was a picture of his family and Hunk at his engagement party.

“Oh? No, I don't think we have ever talked about it.” 

“When Allura died, no one knew how to help you or truly even really speak to you.” Hunk admits with some regret but there is also some acceptance like he had enough time to make peace with it. “What we went through, being kids fighting in a war changed us, and maybe not for the better but it did nonetheless.” He states, “But the way Allura and space change you Lance, it frightened me.” 

Lance froze not knowing how to react to this admission. 

“I had known you for so long but after coming back to earth you had shut yourself and now that years have gone through I can admit that maybe I could have done better on my end but I was also a kid.” he admits with a small smile, “ I had this fear that you were ready to give up and that Allura dying was the last straw, that you would lose everything that made lance, my best friend.” Hunk whispers and there is a sniffle and he can see Hunk whip some tears away. “ No one knew how to talk you through your grief and then you started speaking about the farm and Alluras life and message and what Allura wanted and what you wanted for her memory” 

Lance can't do more than just stare at his hands hearing about this. 

“ I rarely heard about you,” Hunk says and Lance nods feeling the tears build up in his eyes. “ About what you wanted to do”

“But one day on one of our group calls, you talked about Veronica and how she had told you about becoming a pilot teacher and all the help that was needed at the garrison and I saw it for a moment I saw the spark of the boy who found the Blue lion,” Hunk stops and takes a breath. “ Then you got the job and Lance…” He pauses again, “ It was like you were back.” 

Lance remembers he remembers very well how Veronica was the only one who didn't tip-toe around him and his emotions. How she one day burst into his room and ripped his sheets away from him and yelled at him, crying, feeling scared because even tho he wasn't dead she felt like she had lost her brother. That day he got up and spent the whole day at the garrison helping out, by accident meeting the new cadets. It had been love at first sight. He laughs thinking about Allura and his supposed love for her, yeah not even his spouse could rival his love for his job and the kids. 

Lance tries to say something but it gets stuck in his throat and gives Hunk a teary smile, hunk gives him one back, and they stay in silence for a bit when he feels his phone vibrate and there is a new message 

1 new text message 

Hey I know is a late night at the school but the kids are asking for you.

1 new text message 

And I miss you 

1 new text message 

And they are asking for your cooking. 

He snorts and wipes his eyes with his sleeve.

The sound catches hunks attention, “ Everything okay?” he asks but he has a huge smile on his face having a suspicion of who was texting him. 

“Yeah yeah dude,” he answers with a bright smile and a more cheerful tone.

“ Your other job?” Hunk jokes, amusement, and endearment in his tone. 

“Well you know what they say,” he shrugged, “ Being a dad is a full-time job even when you already have a full-time job,” he says packing some stuff in his bag, to him seems like he had done enough work for today and honestly the only thing he wanted was going home and be with his family. 

His kids and his spouse.

Hunk laughs and observes Lance getting ready to leave, he smiles proudly at his best friend. 

“You know Hunk,” he says looking at his best friend leaving on the desk, “I'm also grateful for my sister,” he says. “If it wasn't for her who knows where I would be,” 

Hunk decides to avoid thinking of that, “ I don't know buddy but you are here, you are happy and that is the most important thing.” 

“ Yeah, you are right,” he says, “ I'll see you, buddy, I expect you to come over soon, I miss you,” he says honestly. 

“I will try my best to be home soon,” he replies, “ Love you, buddy,” 

“ Love ya, buddy,” he answers and hangs up the call.

After he presses the button, he stays there thinking, where would he be if Veronica hadn't dragged his ass out of his grief? Would he be happy? Would he be alone? No partner and no kids? Would he have a purpose or a career? 

He shakes his head and smiles even when some tears make it out and go down his cheeks. ‘

He is happy, very happy. He has proved everyone who doubted him wrong. 

He is very successful as a teacher and earth's best snipper, he is the favorite teacher and sometimes the favorite parent. 

He is no seventh wheel, he was voltrons blue paladin. 

He breathes in calming his urge to cry and looks down at his phone with a picture of his kids. 

And if he feels a very cool sensation surround him almost as if blue was there again with him, hugging him. That's just a bonus to how good he feels after his conversation with Hunk.

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Shay McClain - Hopeful Bachelorette

Entry for Mad About Dodo by @akitasimblr

Tell us a bit about yourself. What do you do to keep busy? How would your friends describe you?

Okay, well, hi, I'm Shay. I never really fit in at school so after graduation while all my classmates headed to university I wanted something different. I've always liked making stuff so I was looking at getting into carpentry and then one of my dads had the best idea. They both know I love adventure and exploring so they suggested I travel and volunteer with organizations like Habitat for Humanity. I do a bit of carpentry when I'm home to keep the funds up. But yeah I travel the world getting to see cool places, surfing and mountain climbing, and putting my hands to good use making homes for people. Most of my friends are people I've met through that and they'd probably say I'm confident, my dads would probably say over confident, have a passion for making things, especially out of junk but in my defense people throw a lot away too quickly, and... just... a lust for life. But have you looked around? There's beauty in everything.

And why have you applied for Mad About Dodo?

My dad's are worried I'll die alone so have been trying to sort out a way for me to meet people, of course they can't exactly organize a blind date for me when we're in different continents. Don't get me wrong, I would like love in my life, it's kind of the piece that's missing you know. Anyway they sent me the entry details and I have to admit, Dodo is cute. Not that I would just apply because of an attractive person but I was reading about how he's tried other challenges before and I admire his perseverance to keep trying. That's what we have to do at the job sites. So if he's looking for someone to sweep him off his feet I'll do my best.

What do you think of your outfits?

I'm happy they're not just draping us in leaves and calling it a day. I think we've managed to pull together some stuff that'll fit in on an island. But why did we do a cold weather outfit? Aren't islands warm?

How do you see yourself getting on with other competitors?

I've honestly no idea. But I can tell you right now they better keep their pranks away from me. Seriously, a joke that's made at the expense of someone else isn't a joke. Learn how to be funny without punching down.

If you're the kind of person that can spot the good things in life I think we'll get on. I do hate small talk though, let's get to the good juicy stuff! Life's too short to be commenting on the weather constantly.

Tell us about some of your likes and dislikes

Well like I said I really like making stuff. I enjoy fabricating but my favourite is when I can carve stuff like sculptures or furniture. I'm also big into fitness, I like to keep myself in shape. I like yoga to even if I can't balance right half the time.

Dislikes... juice fizzing. I'm not going to go into detail but I had a bad experience. Mischief obviously, I'll crack jokes anytime you like but don't expect me to tie you to a voodoo doll. Programming is also something I just find boring as well as research, so it really is best that I didn't go to university.

What are you looking forward to?

Getting to know Dodo. Hopefully he can be more than a friend. I'm also looking forward to testing out my survival skills. I think they're pretty good with the work I've done but you never know until you're in the situation I guess. But yeah, mainly getting to see if this guy is the one for me, if I can be the one for him.

What are you dreading?

Sunburn! And walking around not realizing I've been pooped on by a bird.

I know most people would probably say lack of bedding and plumbing but I've gone without them before, I can handle going without them again.

Do you have a message for Dodo?

Hey Dodo, if you want someone who can work wonders with their hands I'm here *laughs* No, I'm kidding, please don't tell him I said that. Umm... Hi Dodo, I'm looking forward to building this next part of my life with you in it. See you on the island!

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[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @inkednotebook @museandquill and @verdant-mainframe!

OC Interview Tag

Rules: Let your ocs answer the questions below

Because they're metaphysically inseparable, let's answer for Rel and Redacted. For context, Rel is an angel created to defend Redacted, the former god of wonder, in his dying moments. Rel failed to do this and was cast to the world below by Redacted's murderer. Redacted is now bound to Rel as a ghost, however, Rel cannot hear or interact with Redacted in any way. With that convoluted explanation out of the way, let's get cracking!

Are you named after anyone?

Rel: "I made my own name, actually! I like the way it rumbles on my tongue."

Redacted: "False, you took half of my name, kid. My name which was erased by my bitch cousin. See, look ~~~~~~. ~~~~~~! Fucking nothing. At least you remember part of it, even if you don't remember who it belongs to."

When was the last time you cried?

Rel: "My eyes were all wet when I woke up yesterday morning. Esie said I must've had a nightmare. I... don't know what that is, but it sounds scary."

Redacted: "I don't have eyes. I guess I had three when I was alive, but those were mostly just for show, you know? Most of when a god breathes or cries or laughs is just for human benefit. Your teeny little brains don't like us in our true forms, so we gotta... translate a little."

Do you have kids?

Rel: "Those are the tiny ones, right? No, I don't, but they seem cute! Esie says Jean, Shay, and I are like her kids sometimes. Then she usually goes outside for a smoke."

Redacted: "Kids? The closest thing I have to one is talking to you right now. I don't usually make angels - never more than one at a time. Other gods have whole hosts and stuff to do their dirty work, but I've always preferred to keep a more personal relationship with mine. Except I can't really do that with Rel as I am now...."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Rel: "I want to! It's very funny, I've been told. I just have to figure out why that is exactly."

Redacted: "Take a wild fucking guess."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Rel: "There's just too much. I notice their eyes and their clothes and their smile and their shoes. The first thing I try to learn, though, is their name."

Redacted: "I don't know, probably their surface thoughts? I can't see into the depths of anyone's minds or anything - if a god tells you they can, they're bullshitting you - but surface thoughts are pretty noticeable. Most people are a lot hornier than you'd imagine."

What’s your eye color?

Rel: "A dark gold, like brass doorknobs. I only have one eye, though. If I had another, I'd want it to be blue."

Redacted: "The bottom two were blue. The one on my forehead was gold."

Scary movies or happy endings?

Rel: "I don't know. I haven't seen any plays yet. Happier seems like it would be better, though."

Redacted: "Either depend on how well they're pulled off. A happy ending can fall flat if there's no substance in it - if it feels like a consolation prize that doesn't fit the character or story. Tragic endings fall into the same pitfalls. If something's tragic for only the sake of being tragic, then why do I have any reason to be invested? Examples of each can be found-"

Any special talents?

Rel: "My friends say I'm very good at runes. It's just like reading, though, so I'm not sure why they keep telling me I'd need decades of training to be able to know what they say. I'm also a great drummer! Jean says my solos 'fuck nasty style.'"

Redacted: "I'm a god. Other than that, jigsaw puzzles."

Where were you born?

Rel: "...It tasted like blood, that's all I remember."

Redacted: "Yeah, we're not getting into that."

Do you have any pets?

Rel: "Ugh, I wish.... Esie says rats aren't pets, but why are they so cute if they aren't?"

Redacted: "...Does humanity count? You guys are pretty entertaining sometimes."

What sort of sports do you play?

Rel: "What's a sport?"

Redacted: "Yes, beach volleyball! ...Dumbass, I don't have a body, and even if I did, why the hell would I use it to run around and get all sweaty?"

How tall are you?

Rel: "6'0" but my leg is a little crooked, so probably more like 5'10", but I'm also usually wearing my platform boots, so I'll go with 6'3"."

Redacted: "...I'm over this shit."

What was your favorite subject in school?

Rel: "I hope I can go to school someday. I bet I'd love learning proper mechanics and stuff. Oh, and music! And probably science too."

Redacted: "Tell you what, my favorite subject to see Rel try his hand at would be literature. Knowing him, all those stories are going to fill his head like nothing else."

What is your dream job?

Rel: "I really like what I'm doing now. Being in Jean's band, tinkering for my neighbors.... What else is there?"

Redacted: "Well, being a god again is kind of a lost option. Without that, I guess just being there for Rel. I wish I could talk to him. I wish I could be a real parent for him."

Ah, unrequited parental love.... I'll tag @wyked-original-writing @leahnardo-da-veggie @quillswriting @finickyfelix @mysticstarlightduck and anyone else who wants in :)

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Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Giving Them The Silent Treatment

Requested: hi hi! I've been loving succession, I think Tom and Kendall are my favorite characters <3 Could I request a preference for the siblings (+ Tom or Greg if you're comfortable, totally understand if you don't wanna add them) making it up to their S/O after an argument? Maybe their S/O has given them the silent treatment and they wanna fix things?? Or something like that, it's totally up to you <3 - @meltingsandwhich

A/N: Shai!!!! I love this idea!!!! Thank you for requesting!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor would want to rip his hair out. The thought of you being angry and hurt enough to give him the silent treatment kills him. Forgotten and ignored as a child, the silent treatment doesn't sit well with him. It reminds him too much of his father, ripping open old wounds. He gives you the space you need, but eventually it becomes too much. He has to talk to you and he needs you to talk to him, to acknowledge him. He apologizes profusely, desperately, the people pleaser in him coming to life. You're still upset, but you realize immediately what you've done. You did what Logan has been doing to him his entire life. You apologize, too, putting into words why you were so upset. Your relationship isn't perfect, especially after a fight, but you know you cannot do that to him again. You have to talk it out, you have to address things, you have to break the cycle. Connor is more than happy to do so, hating the long stretch of silence.

Kendall, I think, would be just as petty at first. When you stare at him, mouth closed, anger radiating out of you, he realizes what you're doing and tries to beat you at your own game. He can only last a few minutes before his own insecurities devour him. Why aren't you talking to him? Is it over? Did one fight murder your whole relationship? He can't listen to the quiet anymore, finding any way to fill it. He screams and yells and begs, but you're stubborn. One too many times he has broken his promise to you, he has broken your heart. As far as you're concerned he deserves to suffer. You want him to. Not forever, not forever, but in this moment? It's all you want. He kicks furniture and makes a mess, yelling, angry, hurt. You can't keep it in anymore and you stat yelling, crying, telling him all your pain. Everything he's put you through. He promises to do better, to be better, that this will never happen again. You're not sure if you believe him. You're not sure you'll ever believe him again.

Shiv sorta pretends nothing happened. She asks you if you want to order in for dinner after a few days of not speaking. You can't believe it. It makes you even angrier, causing you to give her the silent treatment. By not speaking, you're forcing her to address it. You just stare at her as she goes through the drawer of menus. What? Are you seriously still mad? This frustrates her, causing her to become defensive. You're being irrational. You're being insecure. Funny, you say, you're starting to sound like your father. That hits hard. The fights you have are volatile and downright cruel. Afterwards you have to nurse your wounds, you take a few days, before going to one another. There isn't necessarily an apology spoken from either of you, but it's as close as you're going to get. You go back to normal after that. You're sure one of your fights will be the downfall of your relationship one day, but that day isn't this one. You know Shiv doesn't mean it, and neither do you, it's just the kind of thing you were raised to do: go for the throat.

Roman feels incredibly anxious when you give him the silent treatment. He can't stand it. He tries to fill the silence with jokes, but it doesn't work. His one defense mechanism isn't working nor is it appropriate. When is it ever? You break him down with your blank stare. He feels jittery and nervous and nauseous. Finally, he asks you what's wrong. Is this about our fight? Fuckin- seriously? He can't believe you're still upset. Of course I am, you say. He senses your frustration and he braces for the worst, flinching when you step closer. You explain to him, yet again, that though you're upset, you would never dare hurt him. He kinda wishes you would, at least then it would be all over and you wouldn't have to talk about it. You don't care that it makes him uncomfortable, you don't care if he squirms the whole time, you are going to address what's wrong in your relationship. He's not sure where to start, relying on you. You make up by talking it out in a serious manner, so that he understands.

Bonus! Tom is a big gift giver after an argument. Though he didn't grow up with money, he's quickly learned that if you throw enough of it at a problem, it'll go away. He knows you typically get quiet after a fight so he lets you be. In the morning he'll have something expensive and thoughtless wrapped up in a bow. You've learned that there's typically a double meaning to what he gets you and it often leaves you more hurt than you already were. You don't want something that cost a lot of money, you don't want something wrapped in a bow, presented to you like it's a million fucking dollars, you want him to change. You want to stop having the same arguments over and over again because, though he promises you he'll be better, he never is. That's what you want. You know if you said this though, it would fly right over his head. He doesn't want to change. He likes himself just the way he is. That's what you can't stand, that's why you go silent.

Bonus! Greg is pretty much oblivious to your silent treatment. He thinks, after your fight, which is less of a fight and more like a tense conversation when it comes to Greg, that everything is cool. Everything is going to go back to normal. He comes home after work talking about how Rome punched him in the arm and he thinks he's getting somewhere with Mencken when you ignore him. Sore throat? Are you coming down with something? No Greg, you say, frustrated, you're still mad at him. Oh. He didn't think you would be. He thought you got all you needed out when you were talking to him. You have to explain that the conversation you were having was actually a fight, that he participated in it, and he said some pretty hurtful things. Oh. He apologizes, but there's always a "but" in there with an excuse. That's what you're talking about. He's learned from the best at Waystar how not to take accountability.

[beginningobserver]

Hey you, did you remember these two kids here?

(ignore the bully, i kicked him out of the pic, he's not allowed to be here)

So, the idea is something the server and I had been cooking yesterday. Last night. When we noticed those two kids are too similar to the kids going to Rui's party on his 8th birthday (Feb 29 2000) and we thought...

"Well, it doesn't seem like Ukkomon was controlling everyone 24/7 like Rui's parents... What if those two legitimately were Rui's friends at school? They seem to always have been his classmates since kindergarten..."

(※ I know there's a 3rd boy in the b-day party scene, but I don't think he's the bully, or the kid in the scene where Rui is greeting a girl in red backpack while they go to school together?)

And knowing that Rui was living in denial, believing that everything that had happened in his childhood was fake, or created by Ukkomon… Friends and I suspected that not everything was in fact fake or manipulated by Ukkomon. So this means, there would be legit connections Rui made while his self-esteem was boosted by Ukkomon doing “this and that” around. And you can see that in the kindergarten scene, Ukkomon is facing the bully. He’s not even controlling the other two kids in-scene.

If this girl and boy depicted in those two scenes kept being in touch with Rui before things went south… This means they would be… concerned with him suddenly disappearing from nowhere, or cutting bonds with them. They possibly heard the news of him getting hurt, parents suddenly passing away and him having to be taken by relatives.

And since the part of relatives in-movie is very very VAGUE, I took the idea that this doesn’t mean they were bad as his mother, but at the same time he was completely avoiding people in general. Because of “you know what” hidden under the eyepatch and his bangs.

But back to those two kiddos here… Yeah, we suspect they did like Rui with or without Ukkomon’s influence. And if they lost contact with him after that incident… One day they would simply get to meet him again. Maybe… Because they spotted a GIANT egg singing “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR RUI~” and hatching into something that looked like that funny sea butterfly critter which was always with Rui?

Yeah... Yeah. And considering the idea of “not everything in your childhood was Ukkomon’s byproduct, or an illusion”… The server and I, while I was going on a spree of “HEY LET’S MAKE OCs SO THEY CAN BEFRIEND RUI AND LET HIM HAVE HIS OWN CIRCLE LIKE THE 02 KIDS!” (because if he were just attached to Daisuke & co, Rui’s entire character arc & growth would’ve been pointless) and tagging some cool friends for ideas and teamwork on building– i mean, introducing new friends to Rui again… We made this discovery and thought: Well, why not use those background characters instead?

You might remember that I adopted the Maki-Daigo’s team back in time, and then Shai named those three kiddos based on Daigo’s name and their assigned Holy Beast partners, right? And then quite recently, i think last year (?), Shiha and I were talking about this same group and imagining a whole fanmade prequel series exploring those five’s potential – which led me to do a new version of my ol’ redesigns for them + do a soft-redesign Maki & Daigo too to follow the style/aes, and i gave them personalities + roles!

Today, we got to do the same thing again. And we cooked something for post-movie events for Rui & Ukkomon ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ 

And yeah, i got Shai’s help again 💜 because naming things are not my forte, and she did a rough Adult version mugshots of them too…!!

So we got this idea… Of those kids reconnecting with Rui in some sort of post-movie event/headcanon. We gave them names, and a digimon partner for one of them.

Their names are Nakajima Ayame ( 中島あやめ ) and Koyama Hiroomi ( 小山広臣 ) 

Shai named them, except the first name for Ayame which came from a friend in-server. 

Here's some deets about them made by moi (^・ω・^ )

Ayame is a nice girl who doesn’t like to watch people getting into fights, so she keeps wishing to be able to have something in hands that could heal people. With this in mind, she decided to pursue a medical career – at least something little and not big, something like being a nurse to assist people in need, taking care of them. Before Ukkomon, she was a little nervous to talk with Rui, because he would always be the target of the bullies and she feared getting involved in those fights. But once Ukkomon appeared, she witnessed that strange creature standing up for Rui… She got courage enough to talk with him, and become one of his first friends at the kindergarten. She would always be carrying a first aid kit with her in her young days, helping Rui and Hiroomi. She might not like ugly fights, but she can stand up for others a little once she has gotten older, and she keeps simply checking on others like a good friend. She still uses pigtails, even if lower now as an adult.

Hiroomi is a good, funny and supportive friend type, but he had some issues of being a little coward. He could witness Rui getting bullied and would want so hard to go there and stop them, but his body would just freeze and he couldn’t even say anything. Yeah he had the trouble of not being able to help others due to fear. Ukkomon worked as some sort of role model to go and make a difference. He wouldn’t get into a fist fight with anyone, but he would simply call them out and keep cheering Rui up. His funny aura was quite captivating too, and he definitely noticed he and Rui had something in common which was them being quite non-confrontational, except Hiroomi was able to voice his needs and feelings quite better than Rui. When Rui suddenly stopped going to school in March 2003, he tried to ask everyone around about his friend, with Ayame’s help too, and this is how they learned by rumors that something had happened to Rui. But he and Ayame never had success in contacting Rui for a long LONG time. When he turned an adult he decided to dye his bangs, and adopted a more stylish appearance. He doesn’t know what he wants to pursue as a career, but his part-time job is just being a delivery boy. He likes vehicles though, and his scooter is his best friend (besides Ayame, of course).

Out of those two, Ayame is a Chosen Child who got a digimon partner later, but she never managed to talk with Rui about it because it happened after the said incident in 2003 – not exactly a day or two after it, and yes in the same year, but past March.

Ayame’s partner is a Cutemon (she/her). Which reflects her inner desire to be able to heal others, since Cutemon is a digimon who’s not a fighter and yes a healer. Cutemon never managed to evolve but she does not feel she’s the type to fight tough enemies, so she sticks by just healing everyone with her healing magic skills. She’s quite timid and resembles the child Ayame to some extent, but the difference is she doesn’t fear befriending others when she gets an interest in them and is willing to form connections.

By the way~

So the initial draft of a possible fic or more posts about those two and Rui-kun is:

The moment BigUkkomon hatched, Ayame was leaving her shift at the local hospital and got a message from Hiroomi telling her to immediately check this video he just made from the mysterious big egg while he was around the Tokyo Tower area, asking “Isn’t this big guy familiar to you??”

Cutemon wasn’t sure if she had seen that digimon before, but Ayame did notice it resembled Ukkomon. The weird singing also mentioned someone named ‘Rui’ and she couldn’t believe this was a coincidence at all. Neither Hiroomi, of course. It was the first time they heard about their old friend who had disappeared a decade ago.

Once things were solved – Rui made amends with Ukkomon, Ukkomon and the supposed greater thing connected to the digimon decided that the digivices weren’t needed anymore, and all the things Ukkomon had messed it up before were ‘undone’ (you know, the eye lol), Rui went back home with the alarm clock-sized DigiEgg and started to think what he and Ukkomon would do next time, when the egg hatches.

He did kept in touch with Daisuke and the others, but he didn’t want to keep bothering them all the time (he would often get invited by Daisuke to try the new dishes from the ‘Motomiya Ramen’ menu, or get any of those six send him tips about the digimon and some funny stories involving that group and digimon cases… Or get Hikari simply sending him a message asking how he was doing) or feel like he was ‘bothering’ them.

And then he got his own strange… visit to the Dark Ocean (the name he heard from Ken when Ken explained about that place to him) which just made him a little awkward to talk with the other four and their digimon for a while. With the exception of Daisuke and Ken, who weren’t slandering him nonstop in that place, he just started to work more about his own insecurities and that sense of guilt. Well, at least after building some courage he got a little closer from Hikari, Miyako, Takeru and Iori. Still he felt this group had known each other for a whole decade and… He didn’t feel it was right to disturb them and their long term relationships.

While he did still get in touch with Daisuke (because you can’t simply stop talking with Daisuke, he likes to be friends with EVERYONE, and he will definitely be there for ANYONE as well), he tried to form his own connections with other people by his own. It didn’t work very well because sadly he had become too awkward and afraid of people thanks to that eye that he would run out of things to hold a conversation longer. He wasn’t antisocial, but he felt completely lost. Daisuke kept inviting him to do things together, even if it were just the two of them and V-mon. He felt his friendship with Daisuke was the strongest of the ones he made with those six, so he would end up confessing a few of his frustrations to him.

Daisuke then asked what if he didn’t try to talk with some of the old people he met before, even before things went bad in this life… Like, some old friends from school. Rui did like that idea, but there was one problem: He had cut bonds with everyone since then, believing that all of those friendships he had were just fabricated by Ukkomon’s power… And he kept too isolated from everyone with the fear of his relatives and high school classmates calling him a ‘freak’ for having that digimon eye slapped in his face.

That was indeed a big big problem. But Daisuke wanted to believe that, deep down, something in Rui’s childhood was legitimate and real. Which didn’t seem to make sense to Rui at all, but he didn’t want to make Daisuke sad.

Then, one day… Someone named Ayame managed to get his phone number…? The text sent to his inbox said they were classmates since kindergarten. He wondered if this was a scam mail or something, but it didn’t include a fishy link embedded in the message…

Only something more… intriguing than a fishy link:

A photo from the time he was an elementary school student…

Would it be true that… something in that tragic childhood of his was legitimately real?

[midwestmade29]

Missing Someone 💔

We doing sadness and angst for Valentine’s Day this year 😂

Word count: 1,325 Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Disclaimers: drinking, intoxication, divorce. Read at your own discretion.

During a difficult time, Hangman sought his solace in you...

The vibrations coming from the nightstand brought you out of your slumber as your phone rattled against the wood. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before rolling over and seeing a familiar name light up on the screen. Adam. Not that long ago, seeing his name made your stomach flutter and made you smile like a kid on Christmas morning. His voice always had a charm to it that drew you in every single time. Now it made your heart ache. You knew he wasn’t trying to use you. You knew that he wasn’t trying to hurt you on purpose, but ever since the first time you let Adam into your bed, he got used to the pain relief it offered. You didn’t press the issue because you knew this was something both of you needed. You’re also a big girl and could put a stop to all these late-night phone calls and drunken visits, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. It hurt like hell when he left every morning when he sobered up, but you knew he would be back and the two of you would start this cycle all over again another night.

When you first met Adam, you felt an instant attraction to him! He was smart, funny, kind and incredibly handsome. He had a smile that made you go weak in the knees every time he flashed it. You were upset when you discovered he was married, but you respected it and never tried to be anything more than friends with him. All your interactions were friendly and fun, very rarely anything serious. There was hardly a time when you were alone together, often finding yourselves surrounded by friends and coworkers. Most of the time you spent together was backstage at Dynamite, sometimes eating together when a group of people went to dinner after a show, or in an airport before both of you went your separate ways.

There was never any indication that Adam and his wife were having problems with their marriage because he always seemed happy when he talked about her. The night he told you they were getting a divorce really shocked you! The look of defeat and sadness that covered his face broke your heart as he explained what had happened between them. For a while he walked around like a lost puppy unsure what to do or where to go.

As the months went on, you tried your best to be there for Adam whenever he needed someone to talk to. The Young Bucks and Kenny Omega were there for him too, but he usually gravitated to you more. Everything changed between the two of you after you got a phone call from a concerned Matt Jackson late one night after Dynamite, “Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry to bother you but…it’s Adam,” Your heart sank into your stomach while you waited for him to continue. “He drunk dialed me and refused to tell me where he is. I would go get him, but I have no idea where to even begin! I wasn’t sure if he told you anything earlier tonight or if you know of anyone that went with him?”

You thought long and hard over the brief conversation you had with Adam earlier in the day and you remembered him mention a bar that him and his wife used to go to whenever she would travel with him. That has to be where he’s at! “Actually, I think I know where he is. I can give you the name of it so you can look up the directions,” You offered Matt. There was a long pause, and you weren’t sure if you had lost the call or not, “Matt? Are you still there?” “Uh yeah, sorry. Actually, I was hoping that you could go and talk to him? Maybe bring him back to his hotel room? I have a feeling he’s not going to listen to me tonight and he seems to always be up for talking with you. Sorry for dumping this all this on you,” Matt explained. You agreed to go and check on Adam and Matt thanked you about a dozen times for your willingness to help. When you arrived at the bar you looked all around for Adam, but you didn’t see him anywhere. You walked up to the bar and asked the bartender if he had seen anyone that matched his description only to have him roll his eyes and point in the direction of a hallway where the bathrooms were located. “Great,” you thought to yourself as you made your way through the crowded bar.

When you rounded the corner, Adam was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall with a double shot of whiskey in his hands. “Adam?” you asked softly, trying not to scare him. He didn’t hear you the first time, so you crouched down in front of him and said it again, “Adam? Are you okay?” His eyes shot up when he finally recognized your voice and your heart shattered when you saw how red they were. “Ha-have you been crying?” you asked. Adam closed his eyes when he knew he had been found out and began to sob. “Sh-she left me Y/N! Where did I go wrong? What is wrong with me?” he asked rhetorically. You knew he wasn’t in his right mind considering how much alcohol he had likely consumed, but the pain he felt was 100% real. Tears started to well in your eyes the more he carried on about his wife and their divorce, the people coming and going to the bathrooms kept staring at both of you as they passed by. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you Adam. Let me help you stand up and I'll get you back to the hotel. I think you could use some water and some sleep,” you murmured as you extended your hand to him. Adam surprised you when he grabbed hold of your hand right away. You placed his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your arm around his waist to help steady him on the walk to your rental car and into the elevator after you got to the hotel. You took his room key out of his wallet but before you could help him inside, he walked past you and stumbled over his own feet causing him to fall to the floor. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” you asked as you rushed over to him. Adam leaned on his elbow and threw his head back in laughter, making you join in the longer he carried on. “Okay cowboy let’s get you in bed now.” After getting Adam settled in bed, you were just about to walk out the door when he called out for you, “Y/N, stay. Please stay with me,” The softness and vulnerability in his voice stopped you in your tracks and when he told you he needed you, that sealed the deal. You took your shoes off and slid into bed next to Adam making to sure to keep your distance, only to have him pull you closer to him. You tried to protest but he only held onto you tighter, begging you not to move, “Don’t leave me, Y/N! Don’t leave me…” His voice trailed off as he passed out from the alcohol and exhaustion. While you knew all of this was happening because of his drunken state, you couldn’t help but to relax and revel in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. Now that he was finally asleep, the anguish was gone from his face. The slow rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his soft snores lulled you to sleep. It was the first night of many to come that were spent like this, you wrapped in his arms as he tried to fill the void his wife left.