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thotsforvillainrights · 11 months ago

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Heyyyy

How are you?

Gonna ask for some delicious Tomoyasu fic.

Maybe reader feels like their relationship doesn’t have the same spark that it used to and they talk about it to him. Tomo seems like he doesn’t care, but he realized it eventually. So, he plans to a romantic day together where he reminds them how much he loves them and he want to continue loving them. (You can throw in some smut there)

I pretty much based this on my feelings for him. I don’t necessarily got tired of him, but it’s not the same as before. You get what I mean?

Anyway, that’s all.

Rest up and take care

(I feel so much better these days. Trying to get back into the flow of things! Thank you for asking! *I'm going to sprinkle some smut in here but it's just hints. Call it a cop-out and I apologize but for some reason I've been not feeling up to smut when thinking of my return. )

(sidenote: yeah I get how you feel. I've had anime loves come and go. Sometimes they tend to take a corner in your mind while you give way to the next obsession. Kinda a little the same with me and Overhaul. We'll call it a little cool-off point)

~Bringing back a Spark~

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The weekly weather forecast plays softly on the bedroom TV. The digital assistant sitting on the Dresser stand next to the television flashed the time change from 9:59 to 10:00 p.m. Tomoyasu sat with his back against the wall, supported by cushions of the pillows. He was listening passively to the news while scrolling on the large tablet in his hands. You peek over and watch him searching for simple work shirts amongst other plain things. For a second you begin to wonder what's happened between the two of you here lately.

For the past 3 months it seems things have become rather mundane. Sure there was nothing wrong with the domestic of course. You both settled down in each other and there was something so very comforting about that. However, sometimes it's not the best when you stand back and compare. You'd went from late nights out sneaking to makeout in the alleys behind F.G.I to this…sitting in the bedroom some distance between each other with the evening news playing. What happened, you began to wonder, to the sneaking into the movies without tickets, watching stupid youtube videos on his work computer when you visit his office, fucking on the kitchen counter like animals, racing each other down the dirt path at the local park just to see who could reach the pastry truck first? Was this all you've become now?

Just some boring couple watching news, going to work, coming home, and going to sleep with a kiss on the cheek and missionary sex once every 2 weeks???

You grimaced at the thought of it.

"Tomo?" He hears your voice quietly interrupt his train of thought. He clicks 'order' on his app and locks the Tablet before placing it on his bedside table. He doesn't answer verbally but instead turns to look at you and lifts an eyebrow. For a moment you hesitate, unsure of voicing your emotions and laying it out in the open. Finally you take a deep breath and speak up. "Tomo, have we become…I don't know…a little tame lately?" He tilts his head at your question, his loose bun flopping to the side as well. "Tame? What exactly are you talking about here Y/N?"

Your name…no nickname…come to think of it, you don't remember the last time he's called you a nickname nor complimented you.

"Tame…like we're more boring now? I mean we don't really do things like makeout or go on exciting trips anymore." You explain some of the things that have been bothering you and he huffs in return. "We're not teenagers y'know. We don't need to 'sneak out' if that's what you're referring to. Besides, you know I can't take any trips right now. There's too much that needs to be done at work. It's late Y/N…go to sleep and stop worrying over pointless things." You feel tears begin to prick in your eyes at his words. "Tomoyasu, I think we've lost our spark is what I'm trying to say…"

"Spark? Don't be foolish. There's no such thing as a spark in a relationship. There's only love. You love me and I love you of course. No need for anything else. Now again, go to sleep Y/N. You'll stress yourself out if not. Goodnight." He pecks your forehead (as expected) and rolls over to go to sleep. While he rests on one side of the bed, you cry on the other with nothing more to comfort you than the damp pillow case.

The next morning you wake up and he's already up and gone for work you assume. You trudge around the house with a large frown and puffy eyes. You figured this was the next step right? Not even getting to say goodbye or having breakfast together anymore. You sip down a small glass of water and start to get ready for work. Meanwhile he's already at his desk spiraling from an earlier conversation with Chitose herself. He still remembers it like it had happened a few seconds ago. There was a bitter taste on his tongue, and it was likely the first and only time he'd ever find himself getting put in his place by the woman.

'If you don't get your act together then you'll end up just like you were before Y/N had come into your life…alone. Just because someone has grown comfy with you for several months to a few years doesn't mean they won't leave. If I were Y/N, with the way you act, I would've been long gone by now. Heed my words Tomoyasu and get it together before it's too late.'

Her words echo in his head. He finally takes a breath and watches the clock on the wall tick away. He's hardly finished any work for today and finds himself clocking out much earlier rather than later. His digging through the corridors of his messy mind trying to find the right words to say…the right thing to do. When he finally settles he finds himself hoping deeply that it's truly not too late. When you finally arrive home you park your car and see him standing near the door with a single flower in his hand, your favorite to be exact. This was something he hadn't done since the first date. Come to think of it…was he wearing that same stupid grey bowtie he wore on your first date along with that suit you haven't seen in ages? You squint in confusion and get out of the car before approaching him. "Uhhh…what are you wearing?" You chuckle, forgetting how upset you were earlier. "I'm wearing something dashing for our date, yes?" He jokes with a straight face. Although you see the corner of his lips turning upward into a small smile you pretend with him anyway. "Yeah? And were will be eating then? Some of the shabby ramen from the run down spot on the other side of town?" You tease him as he leads you into the house and then kitchen.

"Actually..." He moves to the side and you gasp when you see the spread on the table. You turn to him and start laughing a bit. "Okay now how the hell did you manage this??" He shrugs and looks over at the setting. "Turns out that old spot hasn't been shut down yet...despite the fact that I'm sure by now they've certainly failed an inspection or two. Anyhow, that's beside the point." He pulls out the chair for you to have a seat and you happily comply. Everything is different yes, but still somehow the same. And you realize just how much you'd come to miss eating crappy take-out with him after a long day of work. You missed hearing him complain about training the new hires at feel good inc. You missed him even sliding a hand along the table and onto the top of your hand.

Missed the soft looks he's giving to you now, a small glint of something more in his eyes. That same old look indicating just how far tonight was about to go.

"My apologies...you know I'm not any good at it but...I'm sorry. I suppose I'd grown too comfortable with you. I forget sometimes this relationship can use a little something more and despite these things being small to me at first, I'd likely be unhappy if I had to never experience them again...likewise if I had to lose you as well. Y/N, I care deeply for you and I want to show you that more and more. If I ever slip up again then you've got my permission to destroy me by your own hand." He apologized sincerely, his hand now rubbing small circles into yours. "No need to tell me because I was going to destroy you anyway for making me feel bad lately." You laughed and he shook his head slightly. You continued, your own mischievous intent now glaring in your eyes.

"I think I'll settle for destroying you after all...so perhaps you should call out of work tomorrow, hmmm?" He doesn't catch on at first until he realized last second what you were leaning into. Thankful he wasn't heading in the opposite direction, he stood up and quickly complied. From that night on, while you rested peacefully on his chest (and he was regaining his breath) he'd made a solitary promise to keep things the way they should be and to always show you just how much you meant to him.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomoyasu chikazoku #skeptic bnha #scenario

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kyndaris · 1 year ago

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Return to the Land of the Weeb

The second of March marked our return to Japan. Waking early, bleachpanda and I packed up our bags, made sure we hadn't forgotten anything in our rooms, checked-out of the Asti Hotel in Busan and weaved through Busan station and head to the International Port Terminal not even a kilometre away. Today, we were to take the JR Queen Beetle back to Japan and continue our adventure.

Given it was departing at 9 AM sharp, bleachpanda and I had to hustle over, only stopping briefly to pick up breakfast at the local convenience stores at the terminal. Once we arrived at the terminal, we had little time to spare as we rushed through the check-in before going through immigration and security.

Unlike planes though, the security to get on a ferry was quite simple. Liquids weren't limited to only 100ml with our luggage going through a cursory x-ray scan.

On the ferry, we had to stow our suitcases away near the back of the ferry before taking our seats as the JR Beetle left the port. As we unmoored, the trainee attendant came by and I encouraged bleachpanda to take a motion sickness tablet as the waves were a bit high. Unfortunately, she didn't actually ingest the tablet because of an inability to swallow tablets without some food to help. As such, bleachpanda slept her way through the ferry ride while I snuck in some scenery shots and a few minutes of gaming before I, too, succumbed a little to the queasy sensation of being on a boat. So, instead of being on the lookout for Tsushima, which our ferry should have passed (and would have appeared to our right - we were sitting on the left), I also rested for an hour or so. When next I opened my eyes, we were out in the open sea with nothing but blue skies and white fluffy clouds.

Alas. Maybe one of these days, when I get the chance to revisit South Korea or Japan, I can try to go visit Tsushima and relive the feeling of what it was like to be Jin Sakai.

We docked at Hakata port in Fukuoka at 12:50 PM. After we had gone through customs, it was half past 1. Bleachpanda and I then hopped onto a BRT towards Hakata Station so we could pick up our JR passes and take a train down to Nagasaki.

Given bleachpanda had an over-sized suitcase, bleachpanda had to book two reserved tickets. Thankfully, there was plenty of seats available for us and we boarded our train with little hassle. Although, of course, bleachpanda was still a little queasy from the ferry ride.

As she rested, I took in the passing scenery and read a few more pages of I Am A Cat.

What I didn't realise was that Hakata had a Pokemon Centre! And given we were in a rush to board the train to Nagasaki, I couldn't walk the streets and soak in the Like a Dragon 5 ambiance when Kiryu Kazuma was working as a taxi-driver.

At Nagasaki, we took the streetcar down to our hotel in Shinchi Chinatown. After checking in at Candeo Hotel, we rested for an hour before venturing back out to grab some dinner. As we were staying in the Chinatown, we were able to snap a few shots of the Chinatown gate before we tried some delicious sushi at a nearby restaurant: Taichi before buying some castella at a place right next to our hotel.

After all, Nagasaki is known for their champon noodles, their meat buns and, of course, their castella. Heck, they even have souvenirs showcasing these foods!

As we strolled through Chinatown, bleachpanda and I spotted a Studio Ghibli store and stepped inside to take a gander at what was on sale. Inside, I was struck by the number of My Neighbour Totoro plushies. There were a few other cute plushies from other films like Princess Mononoke and Return of the Cat.

Bleachpanda and I didn't buy anything while we looked around the store but we would return on orders from bleachpanda's sister to buy a few things for their darling daughter. As the two of us were recovering from our exhausting day of transport, we decided to head back to the hotel to prepare for the day ahead.

There were numerous sights to see and we couldn't waste a single moment. After all, that's what one does when they go overseas, right? Have a strict schedule of which tourist attraction to go to! In any case, bleachpanda would be rewarded on the morrow with a visit to Don Quijote, her favourite multistorey variety store in Japan.

On an unrelated side note, our hotel has a spa and the two of us may try it out during our stay. I know I certainly will.

Before I forget, the safety instructions for the JR Beetle were also cute and adorable. They had two kid captains and everything was depicted in a school playground. All safety instructions should have such a video to showcase their requirements!

#persona blog #travelling #travel blog #jr beetle #hakata #nagasaki #castella #sushi #studio ghibli

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ninjagirlstar5 · 2 years ago

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Protag Teruya AU - Prologue Part 1 - The Mart Intro

Time to spend some time at the Mart!

No TWs apply to this current post.

Prologe Part 2 Beginning

Disclaimer: While Sannotori is problematic, it’s a thing in this AU/fic and the dynamic is not the same as it is in canon.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

He quickly caught up to Mikado, passing by the beach he woke up on and down the road towards a mart. It looked like a convenience store you’d see anywhere and he felt that was right, even without the memories to back it up. They stepped inside without another word and his eyes were immediately drawn to the display case with all the food products. He felt his mouth drool.

“See anything you like?” Mikado asked and his eyes landed on the curry and rice. It looked delicious, but it probably needed to be heated up. So he looked to the chip aisle and grabbed a bag instead. When he looked around the mart briefly, there were aisles of household items, tools and other useful instruments. To be honest, the amount of variety of items would probably be more suited to a warehouse than a mart. And then, without another thought, he ripped open the bag. Mikado’s eyes go wide - well, the mask anyway. “Uh, sir, you haven’t paid for that yet.”

“Paid…? Ah, shit.” It was only then that the concept of money, prices and payment finally registered in his head. Funny, the guy before literally told him to his face to pay him a million yen just to get his name and yet, it hadn’t sunk in his head. “...I don’t even have any money on me.”

“Oh dear. Well, there haven't been any workers nearby, from what I can tell. So if anyone complains, they only have themselves to blame for leaving the mart unattended.” Mikado shrugged and he snorted. He felt a little bit of shame, but he quickly pushed it to the side when another pang of pain in his stomach reminded him of his hunger and he dug into the chips without a second thought. Mikado chuckles at the sight as they leave the aisle. He can see liquor and cigarettes behind the cash register from here but he held no interest in any of them. They weren’t very useful for minors like them anyways.

And then his eyes landed on a shorter girl with messy hair and twin bangs that look more like antennae rabbit ears or something. She wore round glasses, a magenta pink sweater over what looks to be a shirt with no sleeves, a black and orange tie, black shorts and blue slippers. She was looking over the tablet in her hand, her face completely blank. He clears his throat, deciding to take the plunge first.

“Uh, hi! Are you a student at Hope’s Peak? I think we’re classmates.” He said, trying to grab her attention. She looks up from her tablet, staring right at him before glancing at Mikado. But it seemed like he didn’t grab her attention like he did as she immediately went back to staring at him.

“Yes.” She said, simple and quick. Mikado steps forward to bring attention to himself.

“It is wonderful to meet you! I am Mikado Sannoji, the Ultimate Wizard!” Mikado snaps his fingers, showing off a brief spark of fire that somehow formed. The girl glanced at him once again before bringing her attention back to him. Weird. But maybe she was expecting him to give her his name, which, uh…makes this awkward. Oh boy.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I can’t give you a name right now since I currently have amnesia.” He admits, scratching the back of his neck. She blinks, somehow staring at him more intensely even though her expression didn’t change at all.

“I see. That would explain some things…And you’re freshman students?” Her voice is soft and low, not necessarily gentle but not exactly distant either. Almost as if she’s not used to raising her voice at all.

“Indeed. And you are…?” If Mikado wasn’t wearing a mask, he bet he’d be raising an eyebrow right now.

“Kokoro Mitsume, Ultimate Psychologist…I believe.” She tilts her head away from them slightly. Mikado seems to perk up at that.

“A psychologist? I’m sorry for springing this up on you when we just met but…” The wizard looks at him. “Can you-”

“Do anything about his amnesia?” Kokoro finishes his sentence, curling her hand near her collarbone. They both blinked at her, equally surprised but her gaze shifted away as if this was a normal response. “I’m a psychologist, not a neurologist. But I can give you some information on the disorder.”

“Really?” He lights up a little bit. He didn’t think he’d be seeing professional help so soon but here was someone that could lend him a hand, even if all they can do is help him understand his condition better. Maybe he can do something about this after all. “Is there anything I can do? Can I get my memories back? Can I…go back to normal?” She looks down at her feet for a moment before staring back at him. Even though all she did was shift her eyebrows closer to her eyes, Kokoro looked much more stern than before.

“Let me clear something up first: amnesia is nothing like it’s shown in movies or TV shows.” Kokoro almost sounded miffed at the thought alone. “Amnesia means losing your memories, however it’s usually only with facts, information and experiences. And memories you do lose are usually ones that were formed more recently. It doesn’t affect your intelligence, general knowledge, awareness or your attention span. And you shouldn’t lose your entire identity, personality, or judgment.”

“But…I don’t even…” He starts but Kokoro raises her hand up. A silent ‘I’m not finished.’ He shuts his mouth.

“Yes, I am aware of what I said. But you…” She trails off, looking down at the ground for a brief moment before staring at him with such intensity that he felt shivers down his spine. “What are you? Your words, your emotions…Your loss of identity is genuine, even though it should be impossible. Perhaps a new type of amnesia or…”

“Um, Ms. Mitsume. Perhaps we should stay on topic?” Mikado asked awkwardly, looking somewhat uncomfortable himself. He looked like he was going to step between them if she took another step closer. Kokoro’s eyes widened briefly before putting some distance between them.

“...Sorry. I got carried away.” Kokoro clears her throat. “I’ve only dealt with amnesia patients twice but while they had to adapt to their issues, this is…something I’ve never encountered before. I don’t think there’s a neurologist who has. As for what you can do…” She frowns. “You can try enhancing your memory and getting support from a medical facility will help you cope. But I’m afraid amnesia can be…permanent. It’s possible you may not be able to recover your memories. At all.”

And just like that, any hope he may have kept to himself shattered like glass.

“…N-No…No way…” He stood there, feeling useless and helpless with nothing to do. It took all of his effort just to remain standing there, crushing the bag of chips he had taken for himself.

He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

“Are…you certain? There’s nothing that can be done?” Mikado asked, his mask softening his expression. Somehow, his concern still looked resigned.

“Like I said, it could be permanent. But your memories could come back to you on their own. However, I wouldn’t recommend getting your hopes up. The last time I talked to my amnesiac patients, they never recovered their lost memories and depending on what had happened to your brain, you may be in a similar position to them. Though your condition is much more…extreme.” Kokoro said, tapping away on her tablet. “I will try and help you cope with your loss of an identity, but it may be difficult due to the lack of internet connection on this island.”

“…mm.” That was all he could say in response. What could he say? He didn’t know his name, his family or his friends, his home, or even his Ultimate talent. And the likelihood of him recovering his memories were apparently next to none. Even Yuki’s comfort from earlier felt worthless now.

“Is, uh, something the matter over here?” A voice called out to them and he reluctantly looked over. Looking across at them from another aisle was a muscular guy that wasn't wearing a shirt and had a black jacket worn over his shoulders. He wore his blonde hair in a low ponytail in a similar way he was wearing, although it was far neater and smaller than his own. Sunglasses blocked the view of his eyes, and he wore boxer shorts with what looked like a boxing belt, bandages wrapped around his hands and wrists, and boots.

“Something like that.” Mikado answered for him. “Our classmate has amnesia and, well, we just found that there is no cure for it.”

“Oh, damn. Not even a name?” The guy asked and he walked over to them. He couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eye to confirm it. The guy scratches his head. “Wow, uh…I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s…” Mikado trails off. Despite not moving his head, he could feel his gaze on him from the mask. “Well, it’s not necessarily fine but…I suppose we’re just at a loss of what to do.”

“I’m afraid what we need to do now is continue investigating this island.” Kokoro buds in, frowning at her tablet. “We don’t have any hints of who’s behind this or what they want from us.”

“Yeah, I know. All of our belongings were taken away too.” The guy crossed his arms and he felt like he wanted to crawl in a cave and never come out. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse, it’s possible that the reason why his bag is empty is because whoever was behind this took away all of his stuff. They even left him on the beach like they didn’t care what kind of circumstance he’s currently going through. The guy stared at him before giving him a comforting smile. “Well, since we’re classmates, I might as well introduce myself. I’m Hajime Makunouchi, Ultimate Boxer. Nice to meet ya.”

“Mikado Sannoji, Ultimate Wizard.” Mikado bows at him. He didn’t give a response until the wizard nudged him with his elbow.

“Uh, yeah…hi.” He said a bit dumbly. Hajime’s eyebrows curl a little and it was then that he started to feel bad. He looks away in shame. “Sorry, this is…a lot to take in.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it.” Hajime’s strong voice was a lot kinder than he was expecting. He even handed him an energy drink. “I don’t know what I can do to help, but you should at least take care of yourself. Your health is still important. They say that a good memory is tied with how good you take care of yourself.” He stared at the energy drink, feeling numb and tired. But he took it from Hajime anyway and muttered a thanks.

“So, any thoughts on our situation, Mr. Makunouchi?” Mikado asked, which only prompted Hajime to rub the back of his head with a relaxed smile.

“Well, can’t say I do, no. But relax, I doubt anything bad is gonna happen. Speaking of relaxing, have you done any exercising today, Mikado?” Hajime looked Mikado up and down. The wizard blinked at him before wrapping his cape up close to himself.

“Well, no. But-” He gets cut off.

“What? A scrawny dude like you should care more about your health, y’know?” The boxer huffs. “You gotta focus on your health while you’re young! You look like you haven’t worked out a day in your life!” Kokoro, who had been standing through this conversation for a while, seems to be tapping out of it and slowly fading away into the background to avoid grabbing any attention. Mikado, on the other hand, seemed a bit embarrassed with the way he clutched his cape.

“Who’s gone and made you my mom…?” Mikado muttered under his breath, but it seemed like Hajime heard him and managed to tilt his head enough to reveal his red eyes behind his sunglasses. The wizard somehow manages to pout as he slumps over and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Feeling his mood lift just a little bit, he unscrews the cap of the energy drink and takes a sip-

-only to choke at the bland flavor.

“Augh, this tastes awful!” He spat out, staring at the energy drink with dismay. Hajime, having adjusted his sunglasses back over his eyes, turned his head towards him with a shocked expression.

“Hey! Nothin’ is more important than caring about your health. Like hell I’m gonna drink the sugary stuff, it’s way too much!” Hajime said, pointing at him with the kind of energy of someone who’s passionate about their hobby or job. It did nothing but make him cringe at the drink in his hand.

“Yeah, uh…I think I’m gonna pass on this. Maybe someone else will like it, sorry.” He starts taking his bag off and puts the drink in one of its pockets. Hajime huffs as he crosses his arms and Mikado chuckles.

“Well, you certainly seem energized now! Haha.” The wizard teased, the mask almost looking like it was laughing as he tried to cover up his mouth with his hand. It was at this point that Hajime decided he had enough and turned around with a sigh.

“Whatever. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me at any time.” He then walked away, disappearing behind another aisle. Kokoro also seemed to have disappeared at that point as well, leaving the duo on their own once more.

“Feeling a little better?” Mikado turns towards him and he returns his stare. He pauses, taking his time to think before slumping his shoulders.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I just…” He stared at the spot where Kokoro used to be. “I lost so much in just under an hour and I don’t even know how it happened. And finding out I might never remember myself? That’s…that scares me.” He gripped his jacket, near where his heart was. The anxiety was back again, and this time there were no comforting words that could help him calm down.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and he looks at Mikado. He seemed concerned, but he was also smiling at him like he was trying to comfort him.

“It’ll be okay. Regardless of what happens, these classmates of ours clearly care about your lack of memories. Not many people would put in the effort to care about a stranger, trust me.” Mikado said. He pats his shoulder one more time before dropping his hand. “If anything else, your classmates and I will give you a space to feel comfortable here for as long as you need it.”

“...Thank you, Mikado.” He replied, and he found himself pretty earnest with the way he spoke too. He still felt anxious, but he felt more motivated to keep going. Especially since, well, Mikado was right. He has been his guide since he first woke up on the beach. Yuki, while he didn’t feel safe around him, was polite to him, if a bit awkward. The other guy…was just rude in general, but Kokoro was helpful in understanding his condition even when the reality of amnesia was a cruel one. And Hajime showed concern to the point that he stepped in and asked what was wrong, even offering to help in any way he could. Most of the people he’s met have been understanding of his condition and seemed to want to help in any way they can. His memories are still lost but maybe there was still some hope in living a normal life. Hell, even if his memories are gone, he could probably still find the life he used to live and try to integrate himself into it once more.

There was still a pit of emptiness that felt heavy in his chest. But maybe this new life with his classmates wouldn’t be so bad.

#SDRA2 #Super Danganronpa Another 2 #Protag Teruya AU #Teruya Otori #Mikado Sannoji #Kokoro Mitsume #Hajime Makunouchi #Sannotori but Teruya has yet to reciprocate #SDRA2 Spoilers #Terukado but Teruya has yet to reciprocate

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imdoingwhateverisnext · 1 year ago

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Hold on to your Feelings; This is Supposed to be a Humorous Writing Exercise

Everyone has advice to give. Some of it is helpful, some of it is not. Maybe I am not trying to become the best version of myself. Maybe I want to be a balanced version of myself.

How do I personally find balance in my life? (Asked no one) I will tell you, and I am sure it will be an unpopular answer so don't waste your time pointing it out, as I am aware.

I gave up most sugar and sugary foods so I could drink vodka liberally whenever I want to and not feel too bad about it.

I exercise a lot more than I used to and I am sure to allow enough time between reps for cigar breaks.

I don't have sex at all. Wait, I am not sure how to counter that or which side it belongs on. Oh wait, yeah I do know where it goes. Never mind that last one.

I became a vegetarian again. I eat spinach, fruit, salads and arugula nearly every day. Yet, I am looking at the Pringles can sitting next to me knowing that (other than the banana at breakfast and the coffee that could dissolve the spoon I was stirring it with) those Pringles have been my primary source of nutrition for the day; and it's after 6pm.

I take lactose tablets so I can occasionally drink milkshakes and eat delicious soft cheeses or other dairy products that my ancestors and I probably have no business eating. I feel worse the day after eating a large meal with alfredo sauce or cream cheese than most people do when nursing a hangover. It's sad but true.

I eat the hottest and spiciest foods in the world and in doing so I severely punish my own ass. I figure, why should my mouth have all of the fun? I eat food that is so spicy, it hurts me so bad; but I still love it so much. Me and spicy foods are in what some might consider an abusive relationship. Yeah, but I don't care. I love him and they just don't understand him like I do.

I drink a lot of water. It helps my burning ass, and let's face it, this vodka isn't going to chase itself. Geez.

Someone once told me I acted stupid when I was drinking the night before. So I quit...

...drinking in places that person might ever be.

I read Shakespeare and watch nature documentaries. I also watch TV shows where people get drunk and talk about farts.

I meditate and do yoga for peace of mind, yet I love horror films. I listen to scary stories read aloud in a soothing voice to help me sleep at night.

I have a lot of skin care products that I use often. I am also addicted to sticking Q-tips directly into both of my ear canals. I can't quit and I don't want to. I am aware of the risk.

I gave up on most forms of social media years ago so I could better focus on important things, like my YouTube and Tumblr accounts. Oh and watching TV, listening to loud music, and streaming movies.

I rarely use my phone, but my TV is running 24/7 (just like I do when I am carrying scissors).

So to all of those who are just watching what I do so they can criticize me (those people who are probably not even on this site), I say... "Who hurt you? Do you need to be held? Are you sure it isn't your life that is out of balance?"

My life is balanced. It's almost the definition of balance. I do something good, followed by something not so good then I do something good again.

Maybe you could look at your life and see if it needs a little balancing act. I'm feeling generous so let me help you out. If you are looking that hard at my life for the sake of being critical, you are probably not very nice and, your life is VERY boring. You can start with that.

#You watch your lawn and I'll watch mine #and the world will be a better place #I actually don't catch too much shit from people anymore #This is a humorous writing exercise not health or lifestyle advice

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talesfromsigil · 2 years ago

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Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/74124/theseus/chapter/1350662/evaluation

"Meryll… these scores suck." Aisling declared unceremoniously as she looked over what I'd sent to her tablet. It was the end of the day and Ray was cooking up something that smelled pungent, but distractingly delicious.

"Damn straight they do!" I nodded, eliciting a bewildered expression from the captain "Ignore the scores entirely. Read through the results."

"For hundreds of trials? Meryll, I don't have all night, and even if there's some good ones-" She started, but stopped speaking as she stared at the tablet. She flipped through the log files slowly. For the first time since we'd met, she was speechless. She started flipping through faster, her brow furrowing in bewilderment "What the hell?" She muttered.

I couldn't help but smile proudly and bounce excitedly on my feet as I saw her reaction "Right?"

"Meryll, these are the kinds of survival, accuracy, and technique scores I'd expect from an AI running millions of runs on a seeded simulation, these are randomized trials. You're a prodigy, how the hell did it score you this low?"

"Scores are for computers." Ray chimed in, letting out a good-natured chuckle. Aisling glanced back to give her a perplexed look.

"The simulation expects a ship core to be running it; An unthinking human brain acting as a computer." I explained, sitting down at the table in front of her "But I'm not just a computer. I can create strategies on the fly, and act in ways the trainer doesn't expect. It doesn't like that, so it docks my score. Once I stopped worrying about making an arbitrary number go up, I found out I could perform way better on the metrics that matter."

"… 15 minutes in a war zone without being struck?" She asked, showing me one of the reports.

"Oh, ignore the three around that one. I admittedly got a little bored and tried to see if I could break the AI a little bit." I couldn't help but let out a laugh at it "I managed to slip into an enemy frigate hangar, and I just waited there to see what it would do. Turns out it doesn’t do anything. I had to crash the ship into a wall to exit the sim."

"Abandoned the battlefield. Ah, so you just left on that one." She was starting to sound amused.

"Yeah, guess they accounted for that one." I snickered "I know, not the best use of my time, but I promise you, I am more than ready to pilot Theseus into war if I have to!"

"Not with a 94% survival rate, you're not." She clicked her tablet off "I'm sure with your IT background, you know the importance of a few percentage points, especially when it comes to life and death. But your understanding and control of starships is clear, if unconventional. Well done."

"I'm… getting mixed messages here. Am I cleared to take off tomorrow or not?" I asked quietly.

"Well, yeah, we got work to do." She leaned back in her chair and smiled at me "And for what we're set out to do, you'll do fine. I'm just saying, you've got more training to do before I let you carry us through on ship to ship combat. I get that you're exercising your creativity, but your fundamentals need work. You need to understand why it is that there are standard maneuvers in space. It'll give you a better idea of how you can subvert them."

"So what do we do if we're forced into a dogfight…?" I asked.

"We run." She said as if it was simple and obvious. "Live to fight another day."

I would be lying if I didn't say that my pride at my sim performances wasn't wounded a little by the order to flee any fight I ended up in, but it was also a bit of a relief. In truth, I didn't think I was ready to look death in the face in that way.

Aisling had closed her eyes and looked to be in deep thought. She did that often when she was pondering something serious, so I decided to leave her to her devices and looked to Ray "So what's for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"Curry." She declared happily, a spoon in her claw delicately stirring at a pot "It's a little bit spicy, so I'm not sure if you'll like it, but it's an ancient Earth recipe. I love cooking it, though. It can be a challenge."

"What's challenging about cooking?" I asked. Cooking food had always just been a simple science growing up in the outer colonies. Not much was made from scratch, and most cooking amounted to 'heat food, then consume.'

Ray turned to look at me. She didn't seem happy with me "You'll see. Food is an art, and curry is a very complex dish. Adding the right ingredients at the right time and developing the flavor as you build it is extremely important to a delicious meal."

"As long as you’re not putting in any of that protein slop." I quipped, watching silently as Aisling stood up from her seat and left the room. I figured she must have needed the restroom.

"Gods, no." Ray rolled her own eyes "I hope we never have to break into that stuff again. I know we will, but one can hope. So long as we're not stranded in wild space, I promise I'll be making real food. She turned and gave me a dissatisfied look "Food that you'll learn to appreciate the effort that goes into."

I stood up and approached her, looking past her to the pot of thick simmering liquid "Well, I can't say it doesn't smell delicious. If very unusual. What's in curry anyway?"

"A lot of different spices, milk, rice, meat." Ray replied, her smile returning as I showed my interest in her culinary art "Its a dish with a lot of variety, and a million different ways to prepare it. You never really make the same dish twice with curry. But you can make a lot of it at once, so it's good for feeding a group. Same goes for stews."

"Well, last night's stew was delicious. If not marred by the conversation." I muttered as I watched Joel file in behind us.

"Ready to go back in your tube?" He asked as he sat down.

"You have no idea." I sighed, moving back to take my own seat "The new hardware helps, but I still feel like I cant get any proper rest. I really want to get back into the void."

"Void?" He asked in his typically condescending tone.

"Yeah, being inside of the core module is like being in a sensory deprivation tank." I smiled as I began to whimsically reminisce about the experience "It's like… you don't see or hear or feel anything. The world around you disappears. You're in this satisfying emptiness where you can just rest, and the only thing you sense is yourself and the ship, which becomes a part of you."

He picked his own tablet from his pocket "Sounds like love."

"Love?" I laughed a little bit "You think I'm developing feelings for Theseus or something?"

"Lot of people love their ships. Don't think anyone's ever been quite as intimate with one as you are though." He teased.

I shook my head "No, I don't think it's a good analogy. What I've got with Theseus isn't love so much as… fusion I suppose. We actually literally become one when I'm in that chamber, and it's hard to imagine that it's not the same when I'm outside of it, just a little bit more distant.

"Ah, so it's like sex." He declared.

"Oh, fuck off." I laughed "Don't want captain to give you more lumps, do you?"

"Should I be giving him more lumps?" Aisling asked in high spirits as she returned to the room and slid a computer chip toward me on the table.

I stared at the hardware for a few moments before I picked it up and turned it over a few times "What's this?" I asked.

"Next bit of training. Since you're an unconventional pilot, we need an unconventional training method." She sat back down at one end of the table and smiled as she watched me open up my hip panel.

Placing the chip into one of my smaller ports, I closed it in and turned to my arm terminal to inspect the files. "'Horizon 18'." I mumbled. Recognition rang out somewhere in my memory, and as I perused the accompanying files, I realized something "Captain, are you suggesting that I train to be a pilot with a video game?"

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mishibashimori · 3 years ago

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 2 (Revised Version)

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You’d Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

Specific Chapter TW: (Specifically at the End in a Nightmare) Physical Child Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Alluded To, Traumatic Dream Sequence

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Your healing process was going very well. When Cecil told you he had the best medical staff in the world, he definitely wasn’t lying. The doctors and nurses were very kind, helping you every step of the way, most times literally. You’ve been in physical therapy for about six weeks after healing for a few months, and the amount of support you’ve received is incredible. The wires were out of your jaw now, too, and it had healed up very well. It felt incredibly wonderful to be able to speak again, and taste Earth food— which was admittedly delicious.

Over the months The Guardians of the Globe would come to visit often and cheer you on. War Woman, who you learned is named Holly, started to warm up to you, showing you different exercises that would be good for your certain situation. Apparently she’s been in your boat quite a few times despite being a pretty powerful hero. It was definitely comforting to hear. Dark Wing had similar experiences, too, but he was a bit more reserved. You didn’t mind though, he didn’t have to be social.

Alana, Immortal, and Samson never had a shortage of stories or funny quips, making the whole ordeal a lot more entertaining, certainly. The amount of times you accidentally hurt yourself during PT by laughing too hard were more than you’d like to admit. Red Rush, or Josef, joined in from time to time too, but he was usually busy with other things. It was a shame, because he was quite entertaining when he wanted to be.

The chats with Martian and Aquarus were definitely something you found solace in. Having fellow aliens - one literally, the other more metaphorically - made you feel more welcome in the organization. It helped that they were very understanding of your reservations and anxieties about being in a whole different environment, as they had gone through it themselves.

Even Cecil would drop in from time to time, if just for a moment. Usually his conversations consisted of work, and what the plan was going forward, but there were a few brief, nice moments where the words between you two were genuine fun. You were talking to him now while trying to balance on your wobbly legs, a walker clutched in your hands for support.

“I can’t believe Jell-O,” you chirped, making your way slowly to one side of the room, “it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Cecil was staring at a tablet, tapping away at it busily. He glanced over at you, a slightly amused expression on his face, “you should try ice cream.”

“Do you have some here?” You asked excitedly.

“No, not in the hospital.” Cecil chuckled, “but you can get some tomorrow.”

You tilted your head in confusion, pausing your exercise to look at him, “why tomorrow?”

“You’ll be getting your own room. No more hospital bed.”

“Wow! Really? That’s so kind of— Whoa!” You leaned forward too far in your excitement, your hands slipping from the walker. It clattered to the floor as you fell forward. Cecil moved to catch you, but you caught yourself, flailing your arms frantically in a circle to regain balance. Once fully upright, you gave a small laugh. “I’m okay.” You leaned down carefully to grab the walker but Cecil beat you to it, setting it upright for you to lean on. Looking up at him, you gave a smile. “Thank you.”

He stepped back a few paces and cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable by the sudden closeness. “No problem.” The tablet in Cecil’s hand gave a frantic beeping, catching his attention. He gave a sigh and glanced at you. “I have to go. Me or one of my men will show you to your room tomorrow.”

“I hope it’s you.” You stated, unfazed by Cecil’s startled expression. “I like talking to you.” You’ve noticed humans aren’t as straightforward as they should be, especially with feelings. Unlike your species, they like to dance around subjects, or say one thing and inadvertently mean something completely different. It gave you a headache.

Cecil gave an awkward smile, and you could see his cheeks flush a bit. A sign of human embarrassment, you learned. “You really wear your thoughts on your sleeve, don’t you?”

“But I’m not wearing sleeves.” You responded, puzzled. This only made him laugh, a genuine one you hadn’t heard from him before. “You’re in a good mood today. I’m glad.”

“Yeah, well,” Cecil rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s uh, it’s been a good day.” His eyes sparkled a bit as he gazed at you. A rush of delight ran down your spine. All you could think of was how blue his eyes are.

Seemingly snapping out of a daze, Cecil turned and walked quickly towards the door, looking back briefly to say a short goodbye before disappearing. You stared after him for a moment, smiling, before continuing with your walking exercises.

“It’s huge!” You exclaimed, shuffling into your new home, cane in hand.

“That’s what she said.” Alana jeered, making Cecil roll his eyes. She had decided to come with and check out your new living space, too, after hearing you talk about it when she came to visit the day before.

Your new living arrangements was a rather large room in GDA headquarters, about as big as a full house and complete with a bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. It was pretty barren though, save for the essentials, and a small bundle of presents on the dining room table. Your eyes lit up and you immediately wobbled over to them.

“Wow, you guys,” you picked one up. It was blue and from the Immortal, with yellow ribbon tied sloppily at the top. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t done anything but cause you trouble, and you’ve been so kind to me.”

“Oh, please,” Alana came up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’ve known the Guardians for years. I’ve known you only six months and you’re already my best friend.” She gave you a small squeeze. “You’re no trouble at all.”

“We had a choice to bring you in or leave you bleeding, and we chose you,” Cecil chimed in, “don’t be so hard on yourself. You can pay us back by getting better.” He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a wall, giving you a smile. “Plus, I don’t do so good when people cry so— don’t.” You gave both of them a nod, too choked up for words.

After opening up the gifts, your new place felt more like a home. All of them were from the Guardians: decorations they thought you’d like or appliances you’d need. You had no idea what a panini maker was but apparently Josef really thought it was important, according to his card.

You sat with Alana and Cecil for a while, chatting about different things. It was calm, nice, something you hadn’t had in a long time. Your thoughts drifted to your previous life, to the turmoil, and to how far away it seemed now. It felt almost unreal how good everything seemed to be going, and how kind these people you met were in comparison. A satisfied sigh slipped through your lips and you leaned back in your chair. Suddenly a beeping rang through the room, and both Alana and Cecil looked at their watches.

“Oh shoot, gotta go,” Alana said, getting up and slipping her green stone into her mouth. “Emergency. I’ll talk to you later.” Morphing into her Green Ghost form, she flew towards the door and opened it, rushing to leave the building.

Cecil stood too, walking over to your new fridge. “I better go too, but first,” he opened the freezer, pulling out a carton of ice cream, “I was hoping we could all share, but work calls, as always.” He set the carton down on the table and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” You called, unable to control your sudden outburst. Cecil looked back. “Can I help? Or at least come along?” He thought for a moment, considering your words, before shaking his head no.

“Not yet. You will, I promise, but for now just sit tight.” With that he disappeared in a flash of light. Startled, you blinked away the sudden brightness that just assaulted your eyes. That certainly had never happened before. Must be an Earth thing.

With a frustrated sigh you put the ice cream back in the freezer and went to go lay down, drained from all the walking you did today. You were happy with your progress, but at times it seemed to be going so slow. You wanted to help, to be included. It didn’t feel good to be left behind, especially if there was something you could do. It got lonely.

Healing from injuries had been no stranger to you, but before now you had only dealt with flesh wounds, never something to do with bones. It was a whole new experience, and a long, tiring one. Once comfortable in your bed, covers up to your chin, it wasn’t long before your eyelids had grown heavy, and you drifted into a nightmare-filled sleep.

You’d had this one many times before. It was dark, and the iron tang of blood filled your nose. Heart racing, you whip your head around, frantically looking for anything in the darkness. Then, you see him. A tall, lean man with long, beautiful golden hair. He wore vibrant orange and red robes, and a crown the color of the flesh of grapefruit sat atop his head. He’s bathed in a beam of light, holding a young boy by the throat. The boy is screaming, gargling out urgently for help and thrashing his limbs in a futile escape attempt. There are deep gashes in the boy’s legs, arms, and torso, leaking streams of red that pool onto the black floor.

The man stares at you, narrowing his eyes maliciously. “Come here, pet.” He growls, shaking the young boy violently. “Come save him. Maybe your parental instinct will kick in if you see a child in agony.”

Your eyes grow hot and your throat tight as you try to fight your way towards the wailing boy, but some invisible force holds you in place. “Take me!” You screech. “Please, let him go and take me! I’m so sorry! I’ll try harder! It’ll work this time!”

Suddenly, you’re falling. Your heart leaps into your throat as you plummet down into a cold, dark abyss. Invisible knives slice into your side and carve up your face, sending blood spatter upward in a red shower. Weariness dragged at your bones, a soul sucking dread accompanying it. You were dying. Oh, god, you were dying.

“Help.” You breathe out, a pitiful noise in a wide expanse of nothing. “Help.” Your eyes began to close. The fight left your muscles. There was silence.

Then, your eyes shot open.

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Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times I’ll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let’s just try to have a good time regardless!

#cecil stedman invincible #cecil stedman fanfiction #cecil x reader #cecil stedman x reader #cecil stedman #invincible show #invincible fanfiction

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aeoki · 2 years ago

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SHINSEKAI - Magicians of ES: Chapter 10

Location: Cafe Characters: Shuu, Natsume & Tsumugi

< Almost an hour later at a cafe next to the inn. >

Shuu: …Phew, I can finally relax and breathe.

Actually, is this truly reality? In a bad sense, it still feels as though I’m in a dream and my head feels like it’s still amongst the clouds.

Tsumugi: That’s what happens when you’re logged in for too long. “SSVRS” is like a device which tricks the five senses and makes it feel as though the player is dreaming.

The five senses are then optimised for the other world’s environment, so on the other hand, it makes reality feel as if it’s fake. We have medicine to suppress those symptoms, so please take it.

Shuu: Hmph. I don’t want to put anything you give me into my mouth. I don’t know if you’ve laced it with something.

Tsumugi: There’s nothing weird in it~ If you’re suspicious of me, shall I take half of the tablet to prove it’s safe?

Shuu: You think I’ll consume something that’s been in your mouth?

Poison doesn’t seem to work on you so I don’t think you’ll be able to prove anything. Living creatures who are poisonous tend to be resistant to it.

Tsumugi: What exactly do you think I am, Shuu-kun?

Shuu: In the past, a fellow friend who shared a love for handicrafts with me but now, I think of you as a detestable traitor. You trampled all over my trust and deserve to die a thousand deaths.

Natsume: FuFU. If that’s the case, then would you also hate mE, Nii-san? I’m also one of the people who deceived you this tiME.

I’d understand if you blame me for betraying your truST.

Shuu: You’re fine, Boy. For you are adorable.

Tsumugi: Ah, then does that mean I’ll be fine too if I’m cute? There was a statement in a magazine once that said I looked cute without my glasses on, you know~? Look ♪

Shuu: Stop with those unpleasant movements. I’m not talking about appearances but rather one’s way of life.

No matter how adorable a poisonous creature may appear, no one would ever want to touch it.

Tsumugi: But I’m not poisonous~ Well, humans drove all the other creatures to extinction and that’s why they gained a poison by the name of intelligence, though.

They’re not poisonous but they can make poison. Quite the frightening creature, aren’t they?

Natsume: It’s also human intelligence that brought antidotes into the worLD. …I ordered some random drinks, but you’re all fine with that, rigHT?

Shuu: Do as you like. You should know very well what I and Aoba prefer.

Natsume: WeLL, I may for you but Senpai will eat and drink anything and say it tastes delicioUS.

Tsumugi: Fufu. If you really believe it’s delicious, even raw garbage will taste like a dish from a three-star Michelin chef’s restaurant. Did you know that leather shoes can also be quite appetising?

Natsume: I don’t know if you’re joking or speaking from real experience, so you scare mE, Senpai.

Shuu: Fufu. In any case, I’ll ask this over and over again, but is Kagehira all right?

Natsume: YeAH. Sora has been with him the entire time and he’s getting a check-up from the doctOR. It seems Mika-kun is highly sensitive to “SSVRS” and feels sick from iT.

He was too deep into the world in “SHINSEKAI” and was on the brink of not returniNG. It would have been really bad if he stayed just a bit longer in theRE.

Shuu: You shouldn’t be making people use dangerous devices like that without prior consent.

Natsume: Theoretically, there shouldn’t be any issuES. Mika-kun is far from the ordinary humAN. Nevertheless, it’s our error for not being able to foresee thoSE “outliers”.

We’ll be making improvements to the system to handle special cases like Mika-kun in the futuRE.

Actually, you could say we were able to benefit from discovering holes like that before it was made publIC.

Shuu: Is it your goal to obtain the rights to “SSVRS” and everything related to it?

Natsume: YeAH. We had you do a test play-through for us and we’re planning on announcing it to the public after making some more small improvemenTS.

When that time comES, we’ll be using you and Mika-kun’s “gameplay footage” as promotional materiAL.

Shuu: So everything that happened this time was for you to gather advertising materials?

Tsumugi: Yes. If you say you don’t want your footage to be used, we won’t use it, of course.

After all, we didn’t get your permission and forced you two to enter “SHINSEKAI” agaisnt your will.

We haven’t even exchanged a contract, so we can’t force you. It’s not a livestream either, so we’ll be the ones to decide which parts of the footage will be used as promotional material.

Natsume: YeAH. There was a high chance of you staying inside and not playing “SHINSEKAI” at all if we told you that in the beginniNG… That’s why we deliberately chose not to say anythiNG.

Tsumugi: Yes. That’s also why we came up with a variety of methods to get you two to play “SHINSEKAI”.

Not only did we drag you into all this, we also made you two anxious by saying you’ll be met with misfortune if you don’t do things properly.

In your case, there was a chance that forcing you would backfire on us, though.

Shuu: Of course it would. I absolutely hate being controlled by someone and made to act however they please.

I’m sure I would have declined even if you said to me in the beginning “We’d like to use the footage in a promotional TV show, so please play the game.”

We’re not people who would play a foolish game and swing from joy to sorrow. “Valkyrie” is a tough and artistic unit full of passion.

Even if we’re shown enjoying the game as our friendly “true-to-life” selves, it would only damage our value.

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majesticarlette · 4 years ago

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Could you please write Zoe Lee x Famous Singer Reader where Reader was Zoe’s only friend in New York and then Reader moves to Paris for concerts and to be with Zoe?

my apologies if requests are closed or if you don’t want to write this

Impulse

Zoé Lee x Reader | ONE SHOT 🌷

"I heard that (Y/n) (L/n) is here in Paris."

"No way, the (Y/n) (L/n) who has 2 successful albums?"

"You're stating the obvious, but that's them!" People could be heard fussing about the singer. Well, who wouldn't be excited when a famous person could be a few meters away from you? Your appearance in Paris isn't what you really thought about or even your goal to begin with. You're here because of someone you knew for a long time, and you can't wait to meet her again.

"We're here, let's go. We have a hotel reservation at 3:00 this afternoon, we can't be late." Your manager said while picking up her things. Your bodyguard on the other hand is already holding your bags. "Thank you." You smiled at him and faced your manager. "What time is it, Bellum?" "It's already 1:40." He responded after looking at his watch. You left the airport after double checking your things and head straight to the popular hotel in the city, Le Grand Paris.

You told the hotel staffs that you don't want anyone to know you're staying there. You want to keep your stay lowkey as possible until the days nearing the concert. Well, you went there ahead of time, not following the schedule designed for you. After your team finalized your world tour, according to them: Paris, France would be the last destination. You were ecstatic about the news, and couldn't wait to visit. So, as soon as you finished the recent concert, you flew all the way to Paris.

Once you reached your destination, your manager checked in for you while you stayed in the car. He came to pick you up after and you went to your room. "Finally, a bed." You flopped on the bed and it was so comfortable to the point of falling asleep in a span of minutes. "What's on the schedule today?" You faced your manager. "Wow, that's a first." He fixed his glasses and looked at his tablet. "Fortunately your schedule is not loaded for the day--" "I'm going outside." You quickly responded. "Are you going to meet, Ms. Zoé?" "Duh." He turned around after you started undressing yourself to fit new set of clothes. "That's why you're in a hurry of coming here." "Come on, she's your friend too. Aren't you excited to meet her too?" You started putting on your bottoms and shoes. "I am, it's just that it's not professional to act impulsively about coming here when you have a loaded schedule on your last destination. I had to fake your sickness for you to come here." You tapped his shoulder and he finally turned to you. "And that's why I love you. I'm gonna get going, do not follow me." You're in a disguise and left the room.

While looking around Paris, you stopped at a bakery to try their baked goods. "Hello, would you like to take an order?" A dark haired girl greeted you on the other side of the counter. "Hello, I'm new here. Do you recommend anything?" "All of our baked goods are delicious, but the best selling here are our macarons." "I'll take a box." She prepared your order but when she's about to hand it to you she stopped for a moment she must have noticed something. "That bracelet... Are you (Y/n)?" "Pssh... No, I'm not." You chuckled nervously. "It is you!" "Shh!" You stopped her cheers of excitement by placing your pointer finger on her lips. She's calming her self down but it doesn't seem to be working.

"You should come with me! I'll take you somewhere!" She uttered suddenly which made you step back a bit. She noticed her words and tried to explain. "I-I mean, I'm inviting you to a get together, 'cause my friends will perform their song at Liberty this evening. You'll enjoy it for sure." "Liberty?" You asked, confused by her response at you. You were startled when she face palmed herself hard. "What am I doing?! They have a busy schedule!" She started talking to herself which disturbed you a little bit. "Hey, what's Liberty?" You spoke trying to break her out of her rambling state. "Well, it's a name of a boat my two friends live in. They're into music, so there are music performances on the boat quite often."

Well, there's no harm in joining a get together. But, you're just new here, no one would know what might happen. Also, her invite seems legit, it must be nice to party on a boat while there's live music. Eh, you're still not so sure. What if she'll trick you into coming on a secluded area and take your organs? Now, you finally made up your mind.

"I'm totally going."

"Come on, Bell. I'll only be there for a couple of hours." You begged your manager to let you go. "Nuh uh." "Puh-leaaaase?" "Nope." "I promise, this'll be a one time thing." You gave him a puppy-eyed look while crossing your two fingers at the back. "Okay, I've made up my mind." Your eyes lit up and smiled at him. "No, you can't go." He smiled at you which made your smile drop. You flopped on the bed and sulk. Bellum chuckled at your reaction, "Alright you can go, bring Ollie with you." You got off the bed and prepared your things and left the room.

"(Y/n)!" Marinette called from the ship. Her friends quickly looked at your direction and gasp. "Hi." You entered the ship nervously, you're expecting a lot of touching and autographs but they never came. You were only greeted by smiles and handshakes welcoming you to Paris. But somehow, you could sense they wanted to really bad. "Uhm... Do you want me to sign you autographs?" You offered a bit embarrassed. They all nodded their head, they immediately handed you their owned albums you made. "You know, we really wanted you to sign our albums but it might overwhelm you." The girl named Mylène told you. "Hey, it's okay, I just dislike it when people rush up to me and they'll point their phones close to my face, and pulling of my clothes and limbs. You finished signing their albums and offered to take a group photo.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked at the direction of the voice and saw the person you're looking for, Zoé. "Zoé!" You hugged her and she returned it back. "Who knew the new girl would be friends with an international star?" The girl named Alya commented and they just smiled.

"1, 2, 3!" The drummer counts and Rose sang their debut song. The song was great and catchy, she's really telling everyone she loves unicorns. "So, why are you here in Paris so early? Isn't your concert will be in three days?" Zoé asked you. "Well, I missed you, of course. When you left New York, I began to miss our time together." Zoé chuckled at your response. "That sounds childish." "I'm serious, you were my only friend in New York, Zo." You held her hand and smiled at her. You swear you could see her cheeks tinted in pink.

"(Y/n), sing!" Marinette and her friends asked you to sing your songs but you promised you'll only sing one and keep the others for your concert. Bellum would scold you for sure if he heard that. Everyone cheers at you and admire your voice. "She is real." Juleka uttered "What did you expect? An illusion?" The others laughed at Alya's comment.

You swore that was the best night of your life, thank goodness you agreed to go.

You spent the remaining days before your concert with Zoé touring Paris. You're always in a disguise so not so many people would recognize you. You also left your bracelet at the hotel, you didn't know you could be recognized by that. "I'm glad I could be here with you in Paris." Zoé spoke while leaning on the railings on the top of the Eiffel tower. "Are you not going back to New York?" "I may not be, I found my comfort here in Paris. I met new friends and I could express myself freely." She smiled while gazing at the night view from up there. You could see that she's happy here than when she was in New York.

You smiled sadly, you never saw her this happy. You only have a limited time here in Paris and it's not enough for you. At this moment, you're desiring to be with her and stay by her side. You always knew your feelings for her ever since you became her friend but you didn't want to confess because you're afraid that it might cost your friendship. But you're not that (Y/n) anymore, you've waited for so long of keeping your feelings to yourself. Now that you've met again, it's time for you to tell it.

"Zoé." You spoke breaking the silence. "Yes?" she looked at you, waiting for your response. "I wanna confess something, I've been waiting to say this for a long time and I think it's time. Zoé, I like you. Not just as a friend but more than that. I wanna fulfill our dreams here in Paris, together." You held her hands as she just looked at you. "You mean, you're going to move here?" You nodded at her as an answer. She let go from your hold and just stared at you. "(Y/n), I've known you for a long time. I know you want to fulfill your dream as a successful singer who is known in the whole wide world." She rested her elbows on the railings and gestured the round world. You're just listening to her, confused at what she's saying. "And, you staying here in Paris isn't enough. I came here to be with my family, I had a desire and a goal to win their hearts but it didn't go my way. Instead, I found a new purpose. To be myself, not pretending anymore." She looked at you. "You, you started building your dreams in New York. You're just starting yet, you may say that you're already there, but it's not over yet. My point is, I don't want you to move all the way here just because of me." She pointed out. "I want you to move here because you planned to, you loved to, and you settled to be."

"I really want to, I promise." You replied and she just shook her head. "No, please reconsider. Now is not the right time." She cupped your cheeks. "What about my feelings for you, is that also rejected?" She just chuckled and pinched your cheeks. "I'll wait for you here, so don't pursue another person." She giggled and let go of your cheeks. "I'm kidding, you can date whoever you want, but I'll be here waiting for your return." You pouted from her answer. "I won't do that, you're the only one I'm going to pursue no matter how long it takes." You declared surely of your answer. You took something from your pocket, "This is a necklace my mother gave to me. When I get back here permanently I'll retrieve it from you." She smiled and hug you.

You both went home that time, you walked her to her room and then you finally entered your own room. You flopped on the bed and waited for tomorrow's event. You slept soundly that night, might be the most memorable night that happened here in Paris, and of course in your life.

You could spot Marinette and her friends in the audience while you were performing on stage. They were all shouting and admiring you from their spots. You waved at them which made the crowd shout louder. Of course, you wouldn't forget about your crush. You spotted her along with her family in the VIP seats.

You performed all of your songs and mentioned special people you met here in Paris. You swore you could see the gang's faces proud and happy. The experience as always was fun but never thought you'd meet new friends here. You swore you'll get back here as soon as possible, so have to give your all.

"Thank you all for coming here." You told the whole gang. "No, thank you and your bodyguard for letting us personally bid a celebrity goodbye." Nino responded and you just smiled. "Hug?" You offered and they all accepted. "Wow, I'm really waiting for this, I can't hug you at first because I know you'll get uncomfortable." Rose spoke and get to be the first to hug you and the rest follows. "These camera flashes are literally blinding me." Alya commented while covering her eyes, meanwhile Chloé's posing in front of the cameras. Yep, Chloé's here. "(Y/n), let's go. We don't wanna be late." Bellum suddenly spoke which breaks your conversation with the group. "I'll see you all soon." You waved them goodbye, you noticed Zoé discreetly giving you a flying kiss. You smiled at her and finally entering the terminal area.

"You finally told Zoé, huh?" Bellum spoke to you.

"I'm glad I did." You scrunched your nose at him.

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whaleofatjme1920 · 4 years ago

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A Little Outside the Doorway of Your Home (Various Creepypasta X F!Reader)

[Various X F!Reader]

[Warnings: none? Like, children I guess and slight angst.]

[AN: it's like a half fic half scenario thing that I originally intended to be shorter, but here we are.]

You wake in your house to the sound of your little girl running through the hall of your house. As you open your eyes to the ceiling where rays of lights dance through the open air. You can tell she’s padding towards your room - it’s become a daily event.

“Mommy!” She cries out as she bursts your door open, jumping onto the bed with all her might.

“There’s my little princess,” you hum with a small smile, giggling as you scoop her into your arms.

She laughs - it sounds so much like her father - before she situates herself on your sheets. She sits up. “Do you know what today is?” She asks, happiness in her eyes.

You pretend to feign ignorance, “no, I don’t. What’s today?” You question as your face pulls an expression that tells you’re obviously playing.

She rolls her eyes playfully and pushes at you with all her tiny might, “really?” She says in an exaggerated tone.

You break your feigned ignorance and pull your daughter in before peppering her face with kisses. “How could I forget? You’re six years old today!”

That statement isn’t false, you wouldn’t forget her birthday for anything. Her birthday is a place of happiness and sorrow. Happiness, because she’s growing older and experiencing the world and living a life you always wanted her to have, and sorrow, because it was the day you said goodbye to someone you loved.

Every time you looked into her darling eyes, you saw her father’s looking back at you. Every day she grew to be more and more like him; it was undeniable that she was his just as much as she is yours.

“What do you say we make a special birthday breakfast?” You say as you slip out of the sheets before turning back to your bouncing little girl who climbs onto your hip.

“It sounds so good,” she says, nodding faster and wildly than she can even get the words out. “Can I help you make it?”

“Of course,” you reply. “I can’t make a special birthday breakfast without the birthday girl’s assistance,” you giggle, tapping her nose gently as the two of you head down the hallway to the kitchen.

Once there, you set her down and get the things she can do out on the counter top. She’s so tiny that she needs a chair to stand up on just to reach them all. You watch from the corner of your eye as you handle the things you’re not comfortable with her doing just yet. She’s surprisingly efficient, your little one. She has the curiosity and skill that outruns her peers by miles. A part of you says it’s because of her father, but you know it’s because you’ve been raising her. Nurture is greater than nature, after all.

Your little birthday girl gets to stirring the pancake batter after she measures it and you’re cutting up fresh vegetables for an omelets alongside some other things. The kitchen already smells heavenly. When she’s done mixing the batter, you pour it into a heated pan and make them just the way she wants them - with butterscotch chips and chocolate chips. You let her put it on a plate and watch as she carefully cuts some strawberries. Once she’s successfully transferred the delicious pancakes onto her plate (and adorably one for you as well), she goes to the table.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Can I have some tea with honey?”

You smile and wordlessly get to brewing some tea. You decide you’ll have some too, so you decide to use the kettle over the Keurig. As you wait for it to whistle, you get the rest of the breakfast together and place it all at the table for just the two of you.

“It looks good,” you note as your child waits patiently for you.

“It smells good,” she agrees.

The kettle whistles and you find yourself flitting over to its side before procuring two cups. You make her cup of tea just the way she likes it, and finally, you’re able to settle at the table with her.

“Go ahead,” you say as you sit down.

She beams and digs into her food. “Thank you,” she says in a momentary lapse between eating and stuffing her face.

You laugh slightly, “slow down,” you remind her.

She pauses slightly before going back to her fast eating.

You also begin to cut your pancakes and omelets. Once to your satisfaction, you pour some honey into your tea, stir it and bring it to your lips. You’re barely able to get in a few sips before you hear a knock at your door. Your eyebrows raise as you see your little girl setting down her silverware. “No, let me get it. Stay here and finish your food,” you say as you begin to slide out of your seat. “I won’t be too long. You can get your tablet until I’m back. Sound good?”

A large smile curls from her lips as she rushes out of her seat back to her bedroom. You hear her rummaging around her room, and with that, you get up and head to the door to see who it is. As you near your front door, you can’t help but get that sinking feeling in your stomach. You don’t even need to open the door to know who it is. You can feel it in your bones.

Still, as you twist open the doorknob, you feel your heart flutter. You were expecting him, but seeing him in the flesh for the first time in a year has you feeling like you’re meeting him for the first time all over again. He still sets your heart on fire.

Masky - Timothy Wright:

“How’re you doing, sweetheart?” A low male voice asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. There’s bags under his eyes that tell you he hasn’t slept in days but seeing you has his eyes shining with a light that not even the sun can compete with.

“Tim,” you breathe as you catch his eyes. “I’m - I’m well, and you?” You sputter out, stepping out of your house slightly to close your front door behind you. You look over him to see he’s got a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a wrapped present tucked under his other arm. He lets them go gently before taking you into his arms. You wrap around him like a snake, allowing yourself to be swayed by him for a few moments before he lets you go.

“You know how it goes,” he hums in response, moving slightly on your front porch to let you stand beside him. He never says too much of what he does, and to be completely fair, you’re not sure you want to know. All you know is that it’s dangerous, and it’s because of that danger he can’t be close to you or your child.

“You wanna talk?” You ask. It’s more a formality, really. Every time he visits he stays to talk for a few minutes or so. You never see him outside of your baby’s birthday.

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” Tim replies with a breathy chuckle as he takes his seat on the stairs alongside you. “Got these for you.” The brown haired man holds out the pink flowers for you after he’s reached back on the porch to get them. Roses and carnations. They’re beautiful.

“Thank you,” you say as you take the flowers into your arms. “I hope they didn’t cost you too much-”

“It’s nothing,” he waves off. “Would you mind if I uh,” he gestures down to his breast pocket where you’re greeted to the outline of cigarettes.

Normally you’d tell him no, but this time, you let it slide. “Go for it.”

Tim raises his eyebrows but uses his free hand to fish out his pack of cigarettes anyways. He places one in between his lips. “That’s weird,” he says as you on instinct reach into his coat pocket and grab his lighter. “Something wrong?”

You flick it on and light his cigarette for him, watching as he inhales with appreciation. “It’s nothing,” you attempt to wave off.

“I know you better than that,” he says as you drop his lighter back into his tan coat pocket. “Sounds cliche as hell, but you know I’m right.”

You sigh and decide to bite the bullet. “I just, we-” you finger the petals gently and feel their velvety surface. “We could use you around, you know that, right?”

Masky hums as he takes another drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in rings that dissipate the further away from him they go. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation with him, and unfortunately, you know it won’t be the last. “I know.”

“That’s never good enough-”

“I’m sorry,” he cuts you off. “In this situation,” he continues. “My hands are bound.”

“Is your boss really that bad?”

Tim’s face pales slightly as you mention his ‘employer.’ That’s not someone you mention lightly. “If it was that simple I’d be with the two of you now.”

You know he’s not lying. Tim has never been one to like like that. “Is that for her?” You ask suddenly, wanting to change the subject.

He nods and places the package on his lap. “It’s nothing special. Just did what I could,” he mumbles.

You place the bouquet on the patio and take the package off his lap and onto yours. “You sure you’re not spoiling her?” You say with a small smile upon feeling its weight. “She’ll be really happy.”

“Good,” he hums back.

A silence falls over the two of you. It feels like there’s so much to say with so little time. You wish he were around more just to speak with him.

“Are you staying in this area long?”

“No,” Tim says with a frown. “Pulled out some stops just to be here today. My partners and I are really off schedule just being here.”

You can’t help but feel a little bad. “It… It means the world to me,” you say quietly, looking at the wrapping paper that surrounds the package.

Tim’s hand moves to your thigh before he squeezes gently. It’s a nonverbal way for him to say how much he cares for you and your little one, regardless of how far the distance is between you two.

He wants to tell you he loves you before a voice comes calling from inside. It’s muffled, but you can hear your little girl calling out for you.

“I should go,” you say sheepishly.

“Sure, sure,” Tim brushes off as he helps you up, picking up the bouquet so you can focus on holding the present. “Give her all my love, yeah?” He always ends the conversation like this.

“Of course,” you reply, hand on the doorknob. “I’ll see you soon?” You ask, knowing it won’t be until next year.

Tim nods, a sad smile on his face as he leans down slightly to kiss your forehead before he nods for you to go inside, carefully resting the bouquet of flowers on top of the present.

You do so, making it fully past the doorway before looking over your shoulder for a man you love who cannot stay, only to see he’s gone.

Hoodie - Brian Thomas:

“It’s been a while, darling,” a voice with a slight southern accent greets, hazel eyes looking at you with such warmth that it rivals the Sahara in summer. “Give me a hug,” he chuckles before being momentarily caught off guard by how hard you slam into his chest.

You giggle quietly into the fabric of his yellow hoodie, not even noticing how his other hand softly closes your front door behind you to ensure the agreement the two of you have. He’s not to see your little girl because she’ll be heartbroken he can’t stay.

Once you finally stop clinging to him, you and Brian take a seat on the front steps, watching the morning sun as it rises over the trees.

“What have you been up to?” You ask.

Brian leans back on the porch slightly to get both a package and a small thing of flowers. “Work. Same as usual, really,” he says as he places both of the things on his lap. “Nothing too exciting. What about you and-”

“We’re good,” you say as he holds out a small bouquet of fresh flowers to you. “Thank you,” you smile, taking them into your hands before smelling them. They’re so sweet.

“How is she doing in school?”

“Top of her class,” you say, beaming with pride. “I know she’s only six, but goodness, she’s so bright.”

“She gets it from you,” Brian compliments. “Six already? They grow so fast,” he says softly in a tone you can only understand as regret.

You frown as you look over the soft petals that dance between your fingertips. “I wish you were around more often to see her.”

Brian pulls a slight face, one that tells you he wants nothing more, but the conversation will be the same as all those before. His work is too dangerous, and while you don’t know anything about it, you know he fears for your safety whenever you mention it. “I want nothing more, and you know that more than anyone,” he begins as his posture visibly changes to something that conveys discomfort. “But I can’t and won’t risk her.”

“What kind of work are you even in?” You attempt to ask. You know he’ll never say.

“It’s a nice try,” Brian chuckles as he ruffles your hair. “Y’know, I’m not supposed to be here today.”

“You’re never supposed to be here,” you reply, only the slightest bite coming into your tone.

“Sure, but,” he glances down to the package that sits on his lap. “We’re way off course just being in this area.”

“Are you now?”

“Yeah,” Brian sighs. “I had to pull a lot of favors with my associates to get out here,” he says as he lightly taps the package. “But it’s worth it to be near the two of you.” He wishes he could see her.

“It’s never enough,” you reply, a passing ‘this is where we’re at’ coming into your tone.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes.

A slight silence falls over the two of you as you feel the breeze pick up. You can’t stay out here for too much longer.

“This is for her,” Brian suddenly says, gesturing to the beautifully wrapped package on his lap. “I think she’ll like it.”

“She likes everything you get for her,” you smile as you take the package gingerly into your hands. “You spoil her.”

“I don’t spoil her enough,” Brian playfully retorts. “One of these days I’m going to get a U-Haul truck of stuff for her.” He’s only half joking and the both of you know that.

You giggle slightly, wanting to continue speaking with him before you hear a muffled voice calling out for you.

“Dang, gotta call this one short,” you say as you begin to stand up.

Brian follows your actions, his brows furrowing slightly as he helps you up. “What a shame,” he agrees half heartedly, his voice turning into something more somber.

You flash him a reassuring smile, but can’t help but feel overwhelmed by how gently he helps you up. “I’ll uh, see you soon, right?” You ask, eyes glimmering with the possibility he’ll be back faster than just next year.

“Sure thing,” he says. It’s a promise you both know he can’t keep. “Give her all my love, please,” he finishes gently as he pushes open the front door for you.

“Of course,” you reply, looking up and into his hazel eyes that show nothing but sorrow.

Brian smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, and just like that, he’s heading down your stairs and back out of your life until next year.

Eyeless Jack:

“What a sight for sore eye sockets,” the grey skinned man greets with a small smirk pulling onto his lips. He dips down for a moment to deposit both a bouquet of freshly picked sunflowers and a nicely wrapped present on the porch before he leaves his arms open for you.

You smile widely in response, softly close your front door before getting a good look at the man who stole your heart all those years ago. “I’ve missed you so much,” you say as you wrap your arms around his midsection. You take in his scent and revel in it.

“I missed you too,” he says softly, swaying the two of you on the porch. “C’mon, sit with me and talk for a moment.”

You don’t hesitate and take a seat next to him on the steps. “What have you been up to?” You ask, looking longingly at the man you only see once every year.

It’s strange, the way you met Eyeless Jack, and it was mostly an accident. He’d broken into your dorm room and intended to get your roommate but woke you instead. You fought him, he liked that, and the two of you had formed some weird friendship romance. Eventually, that oddity that called itself a relationship blossomed into a child. That’s when things got strange, and odd, and in order to protect her, decided that the best course of action would be him not being around her. It hurt to admit that it was for the best. The both of you wanted normalcy for her.

“Same as I’ve always been,” Eyeless Jack replies as he listens to the sounds of the house. When he’s this close, he can hear his little girl. It’s almost as if he was there by her side. “Travelled around some, but my boss has some tasks for me to do on the opposite end of the country than here.”

You hum slightly in response. “We’re a major detour, aren’t we?”

Eyeless Jack cracks a smile and shakes his head slightly. “I would never consider the two of you detours. You’re the only good things in these parts,” he finishes. “Oh, I also picked these from some farmer’s fields on the way here. Thought it might liven up your house a bit.” He hands you the hand plucked sunflowers.

You chuckle and lightly slap at his shoulder before taking the golden flowers into your hands. “You’re so kind.”

“Right?” He teases slightly in agreement. “How is she?”

“She’s doing great,” you say. “She’s so smart and sociable. We get requests for playdates all the time.” You’re not lying, your little girl really is a social butterfly and she’s so intelligent and inquisitive for her age.

“Is she? She definitely gets it from you,” Eyeless Jack says as he thinks back to his own days as a student. Granted, he can’t remember as far back as childhood, but he can remember what it was like being in love with the world and all she had to offer.

“Y’know the funniest thing?” You begin. “She wants to be a doctor when she grows up.”

If Eyeless Jack had eyes, you knew they’d be lighting up. It’s what he wanted to be before he became whatever he is now.

As he smiles, you suppress the idea of telling him that the eyes your little girl has now are the ones that were stolen from him all those years ago. She’s the spitting image of a human him, and you know his inky black heart would break if he knew. Instead, you let a comfortable silence fall over the two of you before one of you inevitably breaks it.

“Will you be staying around this place for much longer?”

He shakes his head slightly, a small sag coming to his shoulders as he does so. “I’d love to stay longer just to catch up with you, but there’s some things I really, really need to do. Looks like it’s gonna be a while until I pull out all the stops again.”

You frown and rest your head on his shoulder, wanting to say so much to him before you hear a muffled voice calling out for you. You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you stand up, holding the flowers tightly in your hands.

Eyeless Jack mirrors you, holding the present. “Here, before we forget,” he lightly reminds as you fumble with it for a moment. “I gotta spoil her every chance I get,” he lightly jokes.

You giggle and test the present’s weight. “I wish that were more than once a year.”

“I wish to too,” Eyeless Jack says, a slightly forlorn look shading over his face. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

You throw him a look, momentarily hurt at the implication it’ll be another year before you see the man who still awakens butterflies in your stomach. You still want to say so much more to him.

“Give her all of my love,” he says softly before he dips down slightly to press his lips to your forehead.

You close your eyes in content, allowing the feeling to wash over you before it’s gone in a flash. When you open your eyes, he’s gone, and you head back into your house to attend to your daughter.

Jeff the Killer:

“It’s so good to see you again, princess,” a man with an eternal smile carved onto his face beams.

“Jeff,” you breathe out as you look into darling blue eyes. “It’s been forever,” you say as he drops the items in his arms, thankful they’re not fragile before you launch into his grasp.

He closes the door softly behind you before he wraps his arms around you, spinning you there on the porch, a gentle laugh bubbling from his chest as he holds someone who’s given him the world and more. “It’s so nice to hold you again,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

You smile and squeeze him tighter, wondering why you can only hold him like this once a year.

Reluctantly, Jeff lets you go and brings you to the stairsteps where the two of you will spend a few moments talking about things that should be held over a conversation that’s more than a few mere minutes.

It really never is enough sometimes.

“What have you been up to?” You ask, barely noticing how he reaches back on the porch to get you some fresh wildflowers he plucked on the way here. You instinctively smell them once they’re in your grasp. They’re beautiful, really.

“What haven’t I been up to?” Jeff lightly jokes as he relaxes on the porch. “I’m sure you’ve seen some of the news articles.”

You pull a slight face, roll your eyes but nod regardless. It reminds you of when you first met him - which was frankly, a mistake on both of your parts. He’d gotten hurt, you were not thinking clearly and took him in, patched him up and he refused to leave. Now, he’s the father of your child. It was decided before you had your sunshine that he wouldn’t be directly a part of her life to ensure no harm would befall her. As Jeff has said he is no stranger to enemies.

He’s worried something bad will befall the two of you everytime he leaves, knowing that his presence is the most dangerous force and the biggest threat to your safety. He stays away as far as he can, and with him now working more closer than ever to the tall man in the woods? He’ll be farther away than ever before.

“You’re so bold, how could I avoid you?” You hum in passing, gently brushing the petals of the wildflowers with your fingertips.

Jeff chuckles slightly. “How’s our little sunshine? She doing well in school?”

“Of course,” you grin. “She’s so smart and soaks up information like a sponge. She’s also kinda athletic, but y’know, she’s only six so there’s so many directions she could go,” you inform. In a way, she reminds you of what you think Jeff would be like as a child. She’s certainly outspoken, but never in a disrespectful way. You know she’s going to grow up to be someone good.

Jeff whistles low before he cracks a grin. “Six already? Sunshine’s gonna be seven before we know it. And then she’s gonna be a teen-”

“Slow down!” You giggle, lightly punching Jeff’s shoulder. “I wanna cherish these moments while I still can.”

“If I wasn’t doing what I do,” Jeff begins as he watches the trees sway with the passing breeze. “I’d be where I belong. With the two of you.”

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, feeling your lover’s warmth. “We could make it work now, couldn’t we?”

Jeff shoots you a slight glance to tell you that he knows you know how it’s all going to play out. He doesn’t even need to say it. If he had any faith that the two of you would be safer with him around, he’d be at your side and never leave. But with Jane and his brother in his trail and the Slender Man never letting him breathe plus the cops that get too trigger happy? He refuses to take that risk with his two most important girls in the world. “Princess,” he says softly as he slings his arm over you. “You know the rules to this game.”

You furrow your brows and nod hesitantly, “I do.”

His hand grips your bicep slightly as the two of you spend some time in silence together. There’s so much you both want to say, but neither can bring themself to say it. So for now, silence with someone you love.

“Oh,” Jeff suddenly says. “I brought these things for her,” he says as he gestures to the presents he’s pulling on his lap.

“You’re spoiling her again this year?” You say in a teasing tone as he gestures to the giant basket filled to the brim with stuffed animals. “Of course,” Jeff beams. “I had to. Besides, I heard she’s taken a shine to giraffes.”

“She has,” you say as you look over all the toys and other fun things. “She’ll love it.”

Jeff chuckles. “Good.”

Before you can say anything else, a muffled voice calls for you inside the house. You immediately get up, ready to attend to your daughter and Jeff follows in suit.

Internally, he’s just a bit sad that his moment with you is up, but hearing his daughter’s voice makes his heart sing. He helps you up, ensures you’re able to hold everything he brought and helps you open the door just a crack before the two of you pause.

You look into those blue eyes that set your heart on fire and butterflies in your stomach in motion and smile sadly, trying to reassure him you’ll be okay with him leaving. “Will I see you soon?”

“You know it,” Jeff replies, a promise on his lips that doesn’t reach his eyes. He knows he won’t be back until next year or unless there’s an emergency. He hopes it’s just next year and that no one dear and near to his heart’s life is on the line. “Take care, princess, and give all my love to her,” he says softly as he tilts your head upwards.

“Anything for you,” you whisper as you feel his lips on your forehead, planting a love that only comes once a year.

Jeff chuckles softly before gesturing for you to head inside.

When you turn your back on him to be with your little girl, you feel his presence linger, and then it’s gone.

Slender Man:

Wait, no you didn’t. No the hell you didn’t lol. Mans looks like a Ken Doll below the belt y’aint doing me like this. You go back inside, wondering why you answered a call in which no one made.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta scenarios #x reader #reader insert #masky #hoodie #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #marble hornets #tim wright #brian thomas

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yuulina-vre · 4 years ago

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Grumpy

Fauna’s save heaven

Summary: Y/N feels just grumpy.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 1306 words

Warnings: none

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„So, what exactly are you saying?”

“That you’re a reckless dumbass and probably die one day because you pull some bullshit like this.”

“I rescued him!”

“The dog was SWIMMING, Clint. He was almost at the shore.” Y/N can see Nat pinching her nose while Clint opens his mouth once again, getting ready for the next argument to strike, only to get blocked from Nat again. Y/N feels like she should pinch her nose, too, pull both of them on their ears like the toddlers they’re acting like and scold them before sending them to their rooms. Though, she’s not their mother, hence she’s sitting on the couch, or more lying, head in her hands, hiding. “Literally nothing happened, Nat! Just some minor sprain.”

“And nothing would have happened! Dear god Clint, can you be more of a child?”

“I’m not a child! I just help animals if I can!”

“What’s going on here?” A warm hand strokes through her hair and Y/N feels herself sigh, though, she’s not sure if it’s because of the pleasure the fingers bring or the fact that she has to explain why Nat is about to rip Clint’s head off. She decides to only groan and squints up at the blonde man. Steve raises an eyebrow and his eyes instantly switch to his bickering teammates as they, once again, grow louder in volume. That’s the final straw. Y/N was already in a bad mood. She has woken up this morning to find Bucky gone, which she hadn’t liked, then she had tumbled out of bed, almost crashing because her foot hat got stuck in her blanket. The coffee was cold, the toothpaste empty, her favorite cereal had gone bad, contaminated by small crawly somethings. She hates this day. And just now, when she had thought she could relax on the couch in the common room, watch some TV, the two had come in fighting. Great. Just great. So, without thinking she concentrates for a second. Picturing the animal in her mind with each small detail until she shrinks and finally sits on her spot, buried in her clothes. Steve watches slightly amused as she grumpily shoves free of them only to drag them to the corner of the couch where the blankets lie. “What are you up to, doll?” She doesn’t answer, not even look at him. Instead, she arranges them somehow into a neat messy pile, all the while looking as grumpy as she can. After finally finishing the strenuous task, she crawls in between the fabrics and settles. Finally, quiet. The voices are just silent enough for her to be able to doze off. She can feel the couch dib a bit, assuming Steve had set down. He probably chuckles and eyes her hiding spot while listening to Nat’s and Clint’s bickering. She imagines him rolling his eyes, picking up a book or his tablet, and doing whatever it is he usually does. While thinking of that she slowly dozes off, the voices fade further and pictures of Bucky and Steve start flashing in her mind.

“Y/N! Say something! Tell her I’m right.”

“Y/N?” She rouses a little at the call of her name but doesn’t budge. She’s not in the mood to interfere in their argument, let alone pick a side. She thinks they both are dumb right now and neither of them gets the pleasure of her agreeing with them. So, she buries herself deeper in the cuddly warmth of their fabrics and listens to the footsteps walking around. She bathes in the satisfaction that her hideout seems to be pretty well kept and that Steve doesn’t spill the beans either. She taught him well. But then, suddenly, there is a weight on her. She squeaks loudly and shuffles quickly out of her nest while Clint squeaks and jumps up to turn around. She rushes out of her hideout along the backrest and quickly hides behind Steve, snuggly pressed between him and the couch. “Was that…? Is that…?”

“Yeah. You planted your ass on my girl.” Steve Chuckles and tries to gets Y/N out from behind him. Nat looks amused, Clint a little startled. “Come on sweetheart. Ow, hey! Mind your spikes!” Steve scolds and withdraws his hands after getting poked several times. He looks at his hand and glares at Nat who snorts. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” He shakes his head but Y/N only lies behind him, ignoring everything. “Got you.” Steve’s hands grip her gently though she still struggles a little, lifting up her spikes with a really angry look. “Yeah, yeah.” Steve chuckles and sets her on his lap. Her spikes lie flat down but the grumpy look hasn’t shifted. Clint cones a little close and instantly starts cooing. “Oh my god. She’s so cute and grumpy. I wanna pet her.”

“Let her be, Clint:” Nat pipes up, still sitting on her spot and looking amused. “Now I want it even more.” As quickly as she can her spikes lift up and poke Clint's hand. “Hey! That’s not fair. Y/N! I wanna pet you, please.” He pouts but Y/N doesn’t give in and he shuffles away, still pouting. she just glares at him and at Nat. Steve tries to soothe her with a hand on her head, even going so far as to hold her tiny feet in his hand but it doesn’t work. She shuffles a little on his lap before she makes her escape back into her small, self-built hideout.

Twenty minutes later she almost drifting off again as a new voice joins the conversation that’s happening outside her hideout. “Hey, Stevie. Have you seen Y/N?”

“Hey buck. You’re back.”

“Yup, so you know where our girl hides?”

“Yeah.”

“Careful. She up to poking today.” Nat pipes up. “What?” She can hear the confusion in Bucky’s voice, picturing him with his cute little wrinkles and confused expression. “She has a grumpy day. Turned into a hedgehog and all. I think it started when you weren’t in bed this morning.” Silence follows the statement but then the couch dibs again. The covering of her hideout rustles a little and light peek into the dark. She has to squint a little and even though she can’t see she smells the familiar scent of Bucky. “Hey, doll. I’m sorry I had to get up so early today. But I want to take you out for lunch now. You up to it?” His metal hand reaches in and gently picks her up. Her first impulse is to poke him as well but he holds her so gently and sits her on his stomach. She’s rolled together lying with her spikes on him while his normal hand rubs gentle circles with his fingers on her tummy. She still looks incredibly angry though she feels better already. Bucky always makes her feel better and when Steve’s around too it’s even better. She snorts out air and closes her eyes. But then… something smells good. Really good. She opens her eyes, her nose dipping and lifting while sniffling around. A spoon shows up in her face with peanut butter on it. “My treat?” Bucky holds the spoon closer to her and as fast as she can she forgets her grumpiness, rolls out of her ball-like state, and haunts after the spoon, licking the delicious treat on it. “Knew you like it.” One hand resumes softly stroking her naked belly, the other holds the spoon patently. It takes her a few minutes at least to clean the spoon. The moment she finishes, she crawls up a little and nestles against his chest looking sated at Steve who chuckles and shuffles a little closer stroking softly under her chin. She can see Clint pout and Nat read something on her phone and… ignores them again. She’s fine lying here with her boys.

#Steve Rogers #steve x reader x bucky #Steve x Bucky #steve x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x steve #bucky x reader #fauna's save heaven #Yuulina writes

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actualbird · 4 years ago

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Polyam NXX where they all fuck the depressing thoughts out of Luke? Marius fucking his ass, Artem riding his dick, Rosa riding his face, and Vyn kissing and caressing him all over, all at the same time.

n/s//f///w text in response (and also in the ask itself kjdsbfj) and oh god again why is this response so long, it is 1k words

HHGRHRGRGHR ANON....this caters to so many things i love so much, 1) luke being fucked to the high heavens, 2) LUKE TERRIBLY DEPPRESSING THOUGHTS ON HIMSELF, 3) nxx investigation polycule <3!!!

i can sense that this ask wants me to focus on the smut aspect of this and i will get to that but first i wanna talk about like. man, luke, in his relationship with the other four, would have his self doubt and self loathing magnified fourfold than if he was just with one person, i think.

he'd think terrible things like how hes dragging so many people down, how hes a greedy person, letting his life touch so many people's lives and fill their lives with sadness and worry. the other four know that luke has thoughts like this, and they all do their part in reassuring and comforting him and being there for him when hes put himself in a dark place. and it helps. it really, really helps to have people who love you, even the sad parts. but relationships also dont "fix" a person, they cant just magically get rid of doubts and insecurities. nobody in the group is under the impression that love is going to "fix" the sadness luke has, but thats not going to stop them from loving him anyway. luke is grateful, luke pours his love out to them back times a hundred...

but deep in his heart, theres a cruel voice that sounds like his own telling him it's never going to be enough, what he gives. that nothing he will do will ever make up for the fact that he's him.

still, after a while of dating the others, after a while of being steadily encouraged little by little to reach out when he needs help and comfort, luke hazards a chance to ask one day. for the first time ever.

i can imagine the scene something like this:

the whole team managing to find a space in their busy schedules to meet up together outside of nxx business. theyre at mc's apartment maybe. artem is cooking dinner while marius commentates the cooking from where he's seated at the dining nook, "when onions hit the pan, the panties hit the FLOOR." and artem throws a dishtowel at marius' face fondly. softly, music plays from some speakers hooked up to somebody's tablet, some calm old song. vyn and mc are being horrendously romantic, idly dancing to the music and laughing when marius squawks at artem's dishtowel attack. and luke sits on the couch, looking at all of them, feeling such a burst of light from his heart. these are his partners, silly and loving and wonderful, and he wants to give them all the love he has in his heart.

but the thing about luke is that his happiness has always been annotated with doubt. in the footnotes of all his joys is the dark voice inside of him, the voice that sounds like his own, telling him he doesnt deserve this.

but he can see them though. he can see how brightly they all shine, how they always coax him to stand in the light. so after dinner has been eaten (it's delicious, obviously, artem wing homecook masterchef), after the movie they picked out has been watched (it was marius' turn to pick the movie and he picked something stupidly trashy yet raucously enjoyable to watch with others), after they start retiring to go bed together (GOD, im assuming they all get like, bigger beds sjkdbfkjd, marius is the wallet of this polycule, it's fine, he'll cover it), after all that, luke asks.

he asks for help. he trembles ever so slightly as he does it, looking away, and the rest of them can see that him doing this is something agonizing for him. that admitting that hes hurting and asking for comfort is something that seems to pain him, not because he doesnt like them and the love they give, but because he doesnt like himself, because he doesnt see himself as worthy to receive that love.

"i--i dont know what im asking for, actually," luke lets out a self deprecating laugh as he starts to backpedal back into the shadows, overwhelmed by how in this moment, theyre seeing him. theyre seeing the messy part of him he hates so, so much. "sorry, you know me. my head gets like this. sorry. i'll get over--"

hes stopped before he can continue that sentence. mc is the first one to hold his face gently, to coax him to look at her, and in her gaze isnt the disgust luke was expecting. it's something open and beautiful, and when luke looks at everybody else, the same thing is clear in their eyes.

they see this part of him he hates so much and they dont turn him away like he does with himself. they accept him and their kindness starts to wash over the shores of luke's heart.

i like to think they didnt actually plan to have hot group sex focused on fucking the depressing thoughts of luke pearce. it goes more like... mc kisses luke all gentle and sweet and then marius goes to hug luke from behind and he starts praising luke in a teasing way that makes luke laugh softly against mc's lips. when mc pulls away (and she pulls away with a smile), artem is the one who kisses luke next, passionate and devoted and vyn joins in on the "praise luke pearce" agenda, whispering sweet nothings to luke as luke starts to tremble once more, not in hatred or fear this time though, but in how overwhelmed he is. eventually the reassuring kisses and touches start to get a little bit heated because come on, luke is being held and touched by four beautiful people, it's hard to NOT get hard when that happens, and the rest are also easy to get worked up when theyre all together and close and intimate like this.

SO YEAH, they get to fucking!!!! very focused on luke because the other four reach this unspoken agreement to like, make luke feel so good that his mind can go blank tonight. that he can just let go and let them take care of him.

and take care of him they DOOOOOO. in between moaning against mc's cunt, shaking from sensations of fucking artem and being fucked marius, his body relentlessly touched by vyn, all his lovers taking pleasure from luke and giving pleasure back, luke loses himself. he lets go.

the voice in his mind does not quiet so much as be spoken over by the loving voices of his lovers.

his body submits to their actions. his mind fills with their words. and his heart?

he gives that to them to take care of.

#tears of themis #luke pearce #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen

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elfwoodfae · 4 years ago

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Writing’s On The Wall

Harrison Eo Wells x Reader

Chapter 3- A View To A Kill

I made the moodboard, I edited and found the photos. I don’t mind if you use it as long as you tag me.

Rain drops fall through the sky, the subtle noise filling the silence consuming the house. Suspicion grows within him, when the door opens his eyes travel the expanse of the entrance, the moonlight coming through the skylight seem to be the main source of light as all the other ones are dimmed low, setting a soft ambience, reflecting that of romance. He wheels himself further inside, his eyebrows furrow in curiosity, he doesn’t see you anywhere around, making him wonder why you would be out this late at night.

The deaf silence is interrupted by the faint sound of water running, it’s almost imperceptible but he hears it over the rain. This is his chance to stretch his legs, to burn some of the speed cursing through his veins begging to be released. As he walks up to the decanter on the kitchen island with a drink in mind, his eyes catch the door at the end of the hallway, the one that leads to your room. The need to roll his eyes at himself feels to strong to resist, making him puff out a breath of frustration that seems to appear every time your presence grazes his mind. He walks up to the counter, grabbing the first glass he sees and serving the liquor into it, inhaling the scent before bringing the rim to his lips. His mind races against his will and suddenly the sound of the running water seems to loud and too important. He rolls his eyes, already knowing where this is going before the thought is born.

His eyes find the door again, trying to burn through it, taking an innocent peak inside. He knows himself, it wouldn’t be innocent and it wouldn’t be a peak. He clears his throat, trying to calm his suddenly raising pulse at the simple idea of what lays behind, the indecisive nature of curiosity burning him from the inside out, making him take a split second decision before he can change his mind. Mounting a stance his feet move at their own accord, he feels the crack of electricity as he speeds himself past the door. Once inside he looks around, he hasn’t been here since you started occupying it, not that he would visit it very often but somehow he noticed the details that weren’t there before, just as he notices the discarded clothes laying around, he hears movement coming from the other side of the bathroom door, his eyes snap against the wood as he walks in its direction, his hand grazing the end of the bed, his fingers tangling in a black garment, his eyes momentarily examine it before his hand brings it to his nose against all of his will, as if moving on their own as a way of punishing him, his nostrils filling with the scent of your perfume, one he wishes he could hate as much as he hates you, but instead it weakens him, catching himself a second before a moan can escape his mouth.

He throws the piece of clothing back to the bed before closing the distance to the door, his fingertips caressing the wood as he touches his forehead against it, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath before committing to the torment it will bring him, as if he was a dead man walking, ready to enter the execution chamber. He phases himself, slotting his body in perfect symmetry with the wall, hiding himself perfectly from your view. His eyes land on the fogged glass door hiding you from him, he can still make out the shape of your body, the contour of your curves and the color of your skin. His breath hitches involuntarily the moment your body faces him, he sees your hands, traveling up your leg, moving closer and closer to the inside of your thigh and he looks away before he can see it reach its destination, feeling as if he may never recover from something like that. Ire fills him once again as the air becomes tense around him, his hands fisting at his sides, fury consumes him at the realization that he doesn’t have any control over his body, he can’t control the reaction you bring out of him. Everything he is, everything he has, has been taken by you and the thought alone makes him see red.

He leaves the room before he looses all of the sanity he has left, speeding to the living room he grabs the armrest of his chair, speeding it with him inside of his room, where he can lock the door and breath for the first times since he entered the bathroom. He whips around, and in two long strides he is standing in front of his bed, his hand wraps around the back of his neck, as his eyes close and his breathing quickens. He can’t, he can’t do this for much longer, he will break or he will break you, the thought of which could happen first tearing him down a little more, he is terrified for the first time in a long time at how easily he is loosing control.

His fingers trail down his neck, the room suddenly feels too hot, his finger hooks on the edge of the collar before pulling it, allowing some air to travel down his chest, he can feel the heat rising, the warmth taking over and the temptation to calm himself down feels the same way water would feel if he had been deserted in the sun for years. Only two more days before he can rid himself of you, he reminds himself. He drops the collar of his sweater back down, the movement allowing the trapped poison of your perfume to invade his nostrils, intoxicating him, only adding kindle to the fire in his pants while the thought of how it would smell on your skin runs through his mind, how would his nose feel running up and down the curve your neck, inhaling you in, as his lips would follow close behind, feeling the warmth of it.

He snaps his eyes open, walking to the bathroom in a hurried step, opening the faucet and splashing some cold water onto his neck and face, he needs to calm down. He is a man, not a teenage boy with a crush who he pretends to hate to gain the affection of. He doesn’t have time for distractions such as lust. Taking in a deep breath to stabilize his nerves, he looks at the reflection in the mirror, a habit he seems to be acquiring, he need to remind himself who he is. After a couple of minutes he leaves his room, wheeling himself into the kitchen, hoping to settle into some resemblance of normality that he so desperately craves.

Your voice breaks the quietness of the place, echoing off the marble countertops, Harrison’s name sounds so foreign in your mouth as you greet him, uttering words he doesn’t care to listen to. He offers you some generic answer while his eyes scan the area surrounding you, a movement you seem to catch on.

“I thought I could make us both dinner, as a thank you for your kindness.” He can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or idiotic but he doesn’t care for either, he doesn’t want to have dinner with you, but he knows there’s a façade to maintain and he can’t blow it all simply because he hates you.

“There’s no need to bother,” he begins to say before you interrupt him, making him purse his lips in a tight line.

“No, no I insist is the least I could do.” You persist and at this point he prefers to humor you.

“Fine, thank you.” He says, gesturing with his hand while his lips offer you the resemblance of a smile.

He notices the way you look through the cabinets, how some things are out of your reach and worry fills him at the thought that you may wonder how he reaches them himself. The thought never crosses your mind, he sees you going about, too busy in your own head to notice the way his eyes linger on your form, on the curve of your back, the nape of your neck. The silence feels asphyxiating, the air is too thick to breathe. Clearing his throat he moves his eyes away from you, waiting to see if he can get your attention.

“Would you mind if I play on some music?” He asks nonchalant, trying to pretend to be pleased and content, which he is failing massively at, to care for your opinion.

“Not at all, go ahead.” Comes your easy reply, your eyes never connecting with his as your hands are too busy moving things around.

The melody begins to play through the house speakers as he taps the tablet attached to his chair, he notices the way your head snaps up and moves in his direction as the classical strings of a violin begin to play.

“I thought you hated classical music, I don’t remember ever seeing you listening to it.” You comment, the accusation innocent in nature, almost as a curious observation, but it only triggers a fight response in him, a wild animal injured and defensive.

“Well it seems you don’t know me at all.” Comes his response, a pretentious smile playing on his lips as the proudness of finally having send a blow your way fills him.

“Yeah… I guess it has been a long time.” Your quiet reply finds his ears and suddenly his short lived victory doesn’t feel as sweet as he expected it to.

A quiet silence falls over you both, the only sound that can be heard is the quiet hum of the food, the soft smell of ingredients lingering in the air. His eyes move about the room, trying to stop themselves from lingering in you too much as the images of your body flashes through his mind, he feels the shadow of excitement beginning to grow on him and he needs to take control of it before it drags him through the roads of hell.

The food is served, in any other circumstances he would have enjoyed it, probably even commented on the preparation, but the most he can muster is a thank you, followed by it looks delicious. He plays around with his fork before bringing some to his mouth, he sees the way your fingers awkwardly move over the table, flickering softly over the surface as you look anywhere but him. Finally some courage seems to fill you as the question that had been nagging you all day comes out to the light.

“I was wondering,” you begin, catching his attention which makes him look at you through the top of his glasses. His face remains calm, neutral, not giving away any detail as to how he may be feeling.

“I noticed there’s no pictures of you, or Tess anywhere.” You complete the sentence, spitting it out, resembling a scare deer about to be hit by a truck, with fear and uncertainty.

He needs to think of his answer for a moment, knowing he had never prepared one since there was no one who was supposed to ever see this far into the house.

“I,” he begins, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes in what may seem like pain at the memories but in reality is frustration and hate waiting to explode out and scream.

“I can’t bear to look at them, to look at her everyday,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, putting on that performance he knows you will buy, the act of the pained husband, suffering everyday for the loss of his life.

“I can’t look at her everyday and know I will never have her back.” He says, pretending to choke on his voice. Your eyes soften, sudden guilt penetrates you at your indiscretion. Of course he would miss her, he loved her, the words of Christina echos through your mind, how she mention she didn’t even see pain on his eyes in the funeral, but this, right here shows you how much he hurts, how pained he his just at the memory of her.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You hurriedly say, trying to soften the blow.

“No it’s okay.” He wipes his hands across his eyes, pretending to dry the imaginary tears threatening to escape. He will do anything to sell you his act.

“Which reminds me, I have something to show you.” You excitedly exclaim, getting up from the table without even acknowledging him or excusing yourself, how inconsiderate of you. Even though he knows he is being a brat himself.

He hears your footsteps approaching the dining room, hurried steps as you approach him, holding something in your hand.

“I found it at home while doing some cleaning.” He sees the way your eyes shine with emotion as you offer him the item, kneeling down next to him as your eyes look up at his face, waiting for his reaction; it seems to be some kind of tacky bracelet, it’s silver, with a four leaf clover. What kind of bracelet is this? He wonders, knowing he could never have such a bad taste to pick something so horrendous.

“It’s… nice,” he looks at it, pretending to be interested he grabs it from your hands, your fingers brushing momentarily and he has to hold back the flicker of speed he feels forming at the contact.

“You don’t remember this?” He hears the disappointment in your voice, he is walking on eggshells here.

“You gave it to me, you brought it back for me, from your honeymoon with Tess.” You explain, and he feels the shakiness that has taken over your voice.

“Yes, you are right, forgive me, my memory seems… to trick me.” He is trying to save the situation but he doubts you will be satisfied.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” You tell him in a hurry, taking the bracelet out of his fingers.

“I will retire for the night.” You continue as you walk over to your plate, taking it and moving it to the kitchen, he notices the way your demeanor changes, how you seem almost saddened that he doesn’t remember it, and instead of bringing him joy, it only annoys him further and not for the reason he wishes it did.

“Good night.” He nods, as his eyes follow your form as you sprint to your room. He sights, removing his glasses for good and throwing them on the table, he is fucking up big time, he is loosing focus and he is two steps behind in this checkmate, he is aware he is the one that made the mistake second to last.

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space-mermaid-writing · 4 years ago

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House Arrest [Loki X Reader] Chapter 2

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

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Chapter 2: Not the new kitchen help

You can now call a cozy apartment with two rooms and a nice bathroom your own. You have stored your things in the bedroom and are now looking around the tower. The living rooms seem to be spread over several levels. Either there are really a lot of people living here or they tried to keep a little space to avoid stepping on each other's toes all the time. Living and working together can be quite a challenge for some people. The floors above consist - judging by the signs - of labs and various development rooms. Most of it is probably technical stuff, but some of the doors also have concerning warnings, and you don't want to spend your first day trying to figure out if they're genuine.

You find the outdoor platform with the big A and see, then it’s connected to some sort of party or lounge room. There are several couch sets and a rather nicely equipped bar. Overall, everything is very spacious and you're sure you can walk around here for a few days without anyone noticing your presence. At least once, you think you've lost your bearings for a moment, but then you find your way back to the elevators. On the other hand, there was surprisingly little going on up here.

All floors below the living area seem to be offices, at least the names of the elevator buttons suggest that. You don't feel like visiting them right now, because the exploration tour has left you pretty hungry. The last meal was also your breakfast this morning and now it's almost afternoon. So you look for the room that interests you the most anyway. And you find it near the lounge: a wonderfully large kitchen with fantastic equipment. You explore it with interest and notice that it‘s visibly little used. Among the people and other beings here, there seems to be no one enjoying cooking. Saving the world probably takes up enough of their time. As you open the refrigerator, a voice suddenly comes from somewhere, startling you briefly at first. "Good afternoon, Miss Barton. If you have any requests regarding the food or ingredients, please let me know." You look around, but can't see anyone. "My name is JARVIS," the voice explains. "I am an A.I. and I am available to assist you." "Uh-huh...hello," you merely reply, processing this information. Jarvis, meanwhile, continues talking. "Welcome to the Tower. The other Avenger members have been notified of your arrival in a memo." "Okay, thanks." It‘s a bit weird talking to a room, but apparently modern technology has already reached the next level here. Hearing nothing more, you start inspecting the contents of the refrigerator. The result is quite sobering. "It's all just fast foods," you grumble. "Would you like to suggest changes in the selection?", Jarvis asks. "Yes! Please and thank you." "You're welcome to make a shopping list, and I'll have everything ordered." Why not? Regardless of whether a computer can really do it, you nod. "Okay." "A personal tablet will be calibrated for you. You can pick it up from Mr. Banner."

A few minutes later you find yourself in the labs on the upper floors. The sterile lit hallway reminds you much more of Shield than the lower floors. You turn a corner and have to go down some stairs that lead you into a large room. Here, tables are jumbled with various types of modern computers and equipment. Further back is a robotic arm soldering a hard drive all by itself with a quiet whir. It’s a dream for any technology enthusiast. From one corner, you hear typing and beeping, followed by quiet murmurs. That's where you turn, looking at the whiteboards on the wall along the way, where complicated calculations and drawings could be seen. Then suddenly, right in front of you, a hologram appears in the air and you stop, rooted to the spot. "Oops!" "Oh, sorry." A head pops up from behind a nearby screen and you recognize Bruce Banner. His face is always shown on the news whenever there's been a shot of Hulk. But now you're more interested in the hologram as you take a closer look. It shows a nebulous, pulsating entity. "What is that?" you ask the scientist. "We got some cosmic stones. This was in one of them." "It's moving. Is it alive?" "Living would be an exaggeration, but there is energy present. My name is Dr. Banner, by the way." He reduzes the size the hologram so it's out of your way. "Barton, nice to meet you." "Clint's sister, I read the file. He never mentioned you though." "I didn't want any attention, but didn't quite work out, I guess." Bruce smiles sympathetically and reaches for a cup of tea, which, judging by his expression after the first sip, seems to be cold. You ask for the tablet you came for, and Bruce looks around searchingly. There are a few of them in the room, but the display of one lights up, drawing your attention. You see your name displayed and simply conclude that it's the right one. Briefly you say thank and goodbye, before you go back to your room and start making a shopping list. Please fresh ingredients and please deliver today.

Afterwards, you browse around a bit. The tablet, like every electronic device in the house, seems connected to the main computer and to Jarvis. You pull up a few files on your new housemates and read them curiously. At least the parts that are publicly available. You also take the opportunity to look for your own name. Because even though you know that your records were officially destroyed when you left, you know that no data is ever really gone. So you're almost surprised when you find only a few sentences about yourself and not even a photo. Mainly it was about your and Clint's entry into Shield at a young age as orphans. You had received a pretty good education, which may have also kept you from going off the rails. Besides hand-to-hand combat and firearms training, your specialty was handling knives, while your brother took up bows and arrows. For foreign missions, you had also had to learn various languages and had chosen the widely spoken Spanish and Russian. But you didn't work for Shield for a long time, instead opting out of your career early on. It just wasn't the life you wanted to lead. So you changed cities and mingled with the civilian population. And before you knew it, your talent with a knife led you into a traditional apprenticeship as a chef. You enjoyed this work more than having to fight to death, and you even expanded your knowledge and skills during a year abroad in France. But there is very little of all this in your records.

You set the tablet aside and stretch out on your new bed. Normally, you would be in full swing at work right now. A glance at the clock reveals that it's already early evening. Rush hour in most of the restaurants. But here? Without a task or a plan, there's not much you can do. On the other hand, a little vacation wouldn't hurt you.

At some point, the tablet gave a soft ping and when you checked, it was a notification that the refrigerator and all the pantries had been restocked. By now you are very hungry and you heard nothing about a joint dinner time, so you decide to cook yourself something. Out of sheer habit and to avoid getting your clothes dirty, you put on a chef's jacket and apron you brought from home and go into the kitchen. There's a radio in one corner that you turn on. Jarvis really did get everything you had asked for. It was a dream come true. Now in a much better mood, you grab a pan and get to work. From the freezer, you pull out a fish, which you gut and fill with fresh herbs. It goes into the pan first. Then it's the turn of the potatoes, which are peeled, boiled and rolled in rosemary.

You're so absorbed in your work - you've just poked a knife into the boiling potatoes to see if they're already done - that you don't notice a visitor, who had entered the kitchen at some point, until he makes himself known. "I'll have the course menu and a white wine to go with it." Somewhat confused, you look up as you hear the man's voice and see Tony Stark standing at the sideboard across from you. He notices your look and returns it with a smile. "I didn't realize we hired a new kitchen help." You frown and take a sharpening rod in your free hand to sharpen your knife while not taking your eyes off Tony. "Oh, I'm not a new kitchen help," you clarify. "I'm a chef." "Excuse me. Then would the chef please serve me the course menu and a white wine?" The trillionaire indicates a polite bow, but you merely turn to the stove and take the potatoes off it. You then retrieve a plate from the cupboard. "Jarvis", you direct your voice to the computer, hoping it’s still listening. "Would you please explain to Mr. Stark that I'm not here to cook for him and that he'll have to order his course menu, if he really wants one, from the Chinese place next door?" "Mr. Stark, I'm supposed to-." "I heard her, Jarvis," Tony interrupts the A.I., eyeing you a little more closely now. "That does make me wonder what you're doing here, Miss...? Aside from the fact that there's no Chinese working next door." "Then you should make one move in there," you replay amused. As you do, you wipe your fingers on the cloth you've hung on the apron at your hip and prep your dish. Just as Tony is about to say something clever, the door opens and another person walks in. You recognize Thor at first glance. "What's that delicious smell in the air?", he asks, looking around curiously. You smile and point to the stove. "I was just cooking. There's still some left for you to take." With that, you want to go to your room, but Tony stops you. "Oh, he gets something, but I don't?", he complains. You shrug your shoulders. "He didn't want a whole menu." With that, you disappear through the door and go back to your living quarters. There you quickly change into something comfy and make yourself comfortable on the couch, where you watch an episode of your favorite show while you eat. A little company would be nice, but you don't feel like meeting more people you don't know yet. And you don't feel like searching for Natasha in this huge complex. So you’re fine with being by your own right own.

After dinner, you continue watching the show, but eventually you realize you're getting tired. It really had been an eventful and long day. So you quickly take your dirty dishes back to the kitchen. But just as you're closing the dishwasher, Tony comes back in and leans against the frame with his arms crossed. "So… you‘re a Barton." Apparently he had spent a few minutes of his precious time gathering information about you and then waited for you to reappear. "Surprised there's another one?" you ask with a smirk. He takes that as a sign that you're not holding a grudge against him. He pushes himself off the door frame and comes closer, now leaning his arms on the kitchen island. "Nothing about Legolas surprises me anymore. Met his wife and kids the other day. Nice family. Are you guys a whole circus?" "Not anymore." You shrug. "So, what’s your deal?", he wants to know. "You left Shield in your early twenties. What's normal life like out there? No one waiting for you to come home?" You turn on the dishwasher and grab a water bottle from the supply. "Life is nice. Often stressful, but I have to worry a lot less about getting killed." You don't answer Tony's last question. It's really none of his business. "That is when you're not being yanked out of that life and brought into the house of superheroes", you add. "You'll get used to it. Both that we're super and that we're heroes. I promise." You laugh at his words. Tony seems to be a real egocentric, but also a humorous person. "Well, let's see", you reply, "Now if the welcome speech is over, I'd like to go to bed." "I won't keep anyone away from their beauty sleep. Good night." You wish him the same, then head back to your room, where you make yourself comfortable on the large bed. The strange surroundings were unfamiliar, but not you don't feel uncomfortable and so you soon fall asleep.

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