#and she doesn't mind taking the extra effort to do so

[hebuiltfive]

This is a long (and I really mean long this time) rant but I need to get it out somewhere because it's driving me mad and beginning to eat me alive.

Please feel free to scroll by! <3

Okay. So. I love my best friend more all my heart. We've spoken for over five years now, the last few years almost every day (which I think is part of the problem) and she came to see me in the spring which was so much fun! I love her, she's a brilliant friend and I'm so grateful she's in my life.

However, the last 6-ish months have been a rollercoaster for me and I've been doing a lot more with my time and really trying to overcome my mental health so I can actually move forward with my life. Because of that my time has become so much more difficult to manage and I've not been as available as I was before. We've gone from talking almost every day to every few days (which is mostly because I can't talk every day now).

My life has got busier and busier and it is exhausting for me to be in this stage of recovery. I'm constantly having to push myself and my boundaries to be able to get to the places I want to be in a year or two. Mentally, physically and socially, I get so, so tired. When I first joined the Thunderfam, for example, I had so much time on my hands so I spent it writing fics and planning new ones. Now, as you'll notice from my account, there is less being posted mainly because time.

Anyway, since my life has been getting busier, and my messages have been less frequent, my friend has been messaging me more. She's recently ended up with a lot of free time on her end I think and so she's been putting a lot of effort into writing this book she's been doing. (Which is so great and she shares her planning stuff with me all the time, which again I think is part of the problem - I'm the only one she shares her stuff with).

The only problem with this is that her messages recently have been feeling more on the line of guilt-tripping? And she 100% doesn't mean it that way, I know. But what started as like a funny meme she sent to me when I didn't reply for five days, she now sends after I haven't replied in five hours. Repeatedly. When she first started I was like 'lmao that picture always makes me laugh' which is why I think she sends it so often, but it doesn't feel funny now? It's starting to make me feel pressured.

But the fact that I know she doesn't mean it that way (and that I know she doesn't speak to many other people) makes it feel more difficult for me to say something? But at the same time I feel like I would never pressure my friend for a reply, especially when I've been told they were busy?

Let me give an example. On Tuesday I told her that I was probably going to go dark because my mum was on holiday from her work so I wanted to spend some time with her, and then I had this meeting on Friday which I knew would take all my energy from me for a few days. I told her all this and she was like that's fine, I hope it all goes well.

Literally the next day she's messaging me. Again, that's fine. I don't mind that. I always say to people you're more than welcome to message me when I don't reply because I'll get to it when I can. But then a few days pass and I'm starting to feel bogged down by my anxiety and the general exhaustion of doing things and my friend begins to message me with WHERE ARE YOU and I MISS YOU. Yes, in capitals. And I was just thinking... I literally told you?

Friday comes and I feel guilty for not having had the mental energy to reply (because I've found I can never just send one reply to her these days, and if I do it's an instant 'where have you gone'). I remind her I'm busy and I say to her that if I have the energy later I'll get to the replies. She says that's fine and there's no rush etc.

Except the messages I get later, and on yesterday, imply the opposite.

I literally was in bed all day yesterday. I slept so poorly Friday night because of all the left-over stress from the meeting so I was extra tired. I had 0 spoons left for anything. I finally send her a message after she sends me more messages, this time about sending out a search party (obviously as a joke but it made me feel like she was really worried, which is valid but just say that instead of sending a million messages asking where I am in capitals?)

I tell her that I've been exhausted and that's why I haven't had the chance to look at all her replies - most of which, btw, are about this story she's writing. I don't mind looking over her things because I'm the only one she sends things too and also because I like to support her in any way I can (it's just not as often at the minute, you know?)

Anyway, I give her my apologies and I'm like I'll reply when I can. Her first message was a joking OMG SHE'S ALIVE, which yeah. Okay. I'll take that. But then her second message? "Can you look at these two character descriptions and descriptions for all the houses I've done?"

It was 10pm. I'd already said I was exhausted from everything I'd been doing. In fairness, she did say I didn't have to and that it could wait, but when I said I'd rather wait because I want to read them with a brain that wasn't so tired and headachy, she replied (again in caps) OKAY I GET IT. Idk if it's because I've already been feeling pressurised but my brain read that as "okay I get it you don't want to read it/don't have time for me".

Then we message for longer. My headache got worse so I had to call it a night. This morning I had a multitude of things to do that sucked up the little energy I'd gained from sleeping so I had to take a pause to build it back up again. I'd planned on sitting down this evening to go through the stuff she sent me (which I'm still planning on doing hopefully). But this morning she sends me more photos (I'm assuming the same kind of 'memes', but I haven't opened them because if I look I'll have to reply and I didn't have the time this morning).

And I don't know how to tell her that basically "I love getting your messages and I enjoy chatting with you, but you've got to understand that I'm not as accessible anymore. Before you could message me at any point and I'd be there because I was just depressed in bed doing nothing, but now I'm moving forward with my life and these things take time to re-master for me. Always feel free to message me but maybe not 40+ messages in 4 days, some of those being messages that are kind of passive aggressive to make me feel bad so I reply faster?"

Like whenever I say to her "sorry for not replying sooner, I was..." whatever, she's always like "there's never any pressure to reply, I just get bored and miss your company"... but sending so many of those kinds of messages, where you're asking where I am even though I told you, or jokingly threatening to send a search party even though you know I'm just exhausted, kind of send a mixed message that there is pressure?

If this was a one-time thing then I probably wouldn't feel so bad about it? But it's becoming more and more frequent. Those photo memes she sends are literally sent if I don't reply within an hour. And I know I should do better by replying more often, even if it's just saying I can't right now, but she always tries to pull me into a conversation. If I say "i'll get to this later" and then don't reply to her further messages after that, the photos come out again.

Literally as I finished that sentence, she's just sent me ANOTHER photo message. Like messaging her in itself has become like a chore, and I HATE THAT. She's my best friend and I should love replying to her and receiving messages, but now it's getting a lot. Idk if it's because she recently quit her job and has all the time in the world for everything now or what, but her messages are getting excessive.

And we spoke about it literally just over a week ago. I said I'd try to do better with the whole texting her to say "I can't right now" but when I did before the end of the week/the weekend to basically say "look I won't be here and I won't be replying so don't worry okay" she STILL did the same, if a little worse this time? The messages were more constant.

I don't know what to say to her tbh. If I say stop messaging me so much, I don't want her to think I mean in general. And if I explain to her again that I don't have a lot of free time, I think she'll just forget again.

Anyway, if you've read this far, thanks. I did say it would be a long one 😂 this whole thing is just making me feel like shit. I think it boils down to her assuming I'm still available 24/7 and her not knowing how to deal with the fact that I'm not? Like yesterday she only seemed to care about me reading these pieces for her, which I normally don't mind, but after everything I'd said about not being around and feeling exhausted? It felt, and I hate myself for feeling this but it felt like that was all she wanted to talk to me about. Ugh. Even typing that out made me feel like shit for thinking it. I know it's not true, but the messages she's been sending feel like she's demanding my attention just for that, you know?

Okay, I'm done now 😂 Again, if you've read all this, I owe you a cookie or something! <3

[neilsbeloved]

the alchemy

summary: clark’s always been adamant on being private with his personal life. few friends, low profile, and a hushed relationship. he can’t understand why people would want to publicize everything about their life. that is until he sees you talking to one of the school’s football players.

pairing: quarterback!clark x student body president!fem!reader

tags: tooth rotting FLUFF, legally aged students making out, established secret relationships, clark being Whipped with a capital W, slightly insecure clark, emotionally mature reader, football descriptions, no use of y/n

The faint smell of donuts and caramel coffee fill the council office as you hear the soft click of the door lock. You turn around and you're immediately met with your boyfriend, clad in his plaid blue button-up longsleeve shirt, worn-out bag slung over his shoulders, and lips immediately placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Woah, woah, hold it there farm boy," you laugh, placing a hand right in the middle of his chest as his kisses quickly descended to your neck. The thought of him not actually locking the door haunted your mind.

"What?" He breathes. Still continuing his attacks on the column of your neck while carefully placing your food and beverage on your table. "I missed you."

With a little more effort on your push—which was exceptionally hard considering how much Clark has improved in terms of making you lose your mind—he finally pulls away. A bummed-out pout shaping his lips.

You smile even wider. Who knew the big friendly farm boy everyone walks all over on is actually the biggest grump when he doesn't get kisses?

No one, of course. Not one soul in Smallville High School knows because your relationship with Clark isn't even out to the public. Not even your closest friend knows about it—and you're sure his closest friends don't know either.

But it's been like that for three out of the on-going four years you two have spent in Smallville High and so naturally neither of you wanted to break the streak.

You run your head through his soft brown locks, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. Clark's face immediately lights up, already pulling you off of the table you were leaning on to exchange positions. This time, he has a better view of the blank canvas that is your collarbone.

"Missed you," he repeated. "Brought you donuts and coffee from the Talon."

"Didn't know they did deliveries again." You humor him, grabbing the brown bag and pulling a donut out. Clark watched as you point the donut at him, urging him to take a bite. With his eyes locked in yours, he takes a slow and relaxed bite. You wipe the side of his mouth with your finger before taking your own bite. Groaning when the sweet taste of the glazed donut touches your tongue.

"They allow it for certain people." Clark plays along, nodding at you. His eyes wander to the gigantic bulletin board you had in the council office, seeing almost ten listed items now struck-off with a bright red marker. "Specifically people that are overworking themselves again."

You roll your eyes, rolling to his side as you grab the cup of coffee. "Who says I was? I just did my job."

"Babe, you aren't the only one on the council. You can't just cover for everyone's jobs just 'cause they aren't doing theirs," Clark replies, watching you eat.

"Says the one that always takes on Chloe's extra load," You retort with a sly grin. "You do know that the reason most of Chloe's writers are bailing on her is because they don't like her way of gathering her news, right?" You place down the coffee, still eating your donut as you place a hand on the one Clark had resting on the table.

Clark chuckles, "Chloe's my friend, what can I say? She's been like that since fifth grade."

"At least she's passionate about it. It's so rare to see someone so committed in their craft that I can't even deny whenever Chloe asks me for an exclusive… which, mind you, is almost seven times a week." You sigh, head subtly shaking.

"Weren't you the one that wanted somebody aside from me to interview you?" Clark furrows his eyebrows, putting on a thinking face. His eyes squint, "Something along the lines of not getting work done."

Your eyes roll back, finishing the glazed donut in your hand. "Yeah, 'cause I clearly remember how we spent twenty-five minutes eating each other's faces and five minutes actually answering questions."

You throw the crumpled brown bag to the trash bin from afar. You miss, badly, but Clark's quick to distract you from your lack of shooting skills by kissing you. Again.

"Let's shorten that twenty-five minutes then," he smiles into the kiss. Snaking his arm around your waist as he could still taste the sugary taste of the donut on your tongue.

The kiss was anything but sweet. It was full of hunger, desire… and something you can't quite pinpoint. Usually Clark has his own rhythm of sucking the air out of you but this time it's messy—all over the place. Like you'd disappear any moment now if he didn't move faster.

He doesn't mistake the very subtle jingle of door handle. He hears it crystal clear and yet, he doesn't pull away. When the sound registers in your ear, you pull away without a second to think.

You immediately grab a spare folder on the other table. Clearing your throat as you looked down on it, pretending to flip through the papers. Clark on the other hand looked directly at the student who came in.

It was Adam. The same guy he saw you with earlier.

"Oh—is this a bad time? I can come by later?"

"Actually," Clark begins but you cut him off.

"No, it's fine. Do you have a concern?" You ask directly. Putting on your professional mask as you looked at Adam by the door. Ignoring how you can actually feel Clark  glaring holes at the side of your face with his jaw clenched.

Adam stutters. Shifting from you to Clark, then back to you. "I, uh, I was wondering if there were any other tutors available? I'm kinda flunking Chemistry and I need to ace the upcoming test."

"Then study," you hear Clark mumble. It was a little louder than he had expected but who cares, obviously not him.

You inhale sharply, turning your head to the bulletin board for the tutoring sessions for the month. Your shoulders flunk when you see your name under the Chemistry border. The other one—Lana—was already done with her tutoring hours so it was only you left.

Your head turns to Clark. He had already seen the arrangement on the bulletin board, he was looking at you now to wait for your response to Adam's request.

"Uhm, you can take my slot. What time works for you?"

"Any time you're free." Adam smiles at you. Clark rolls his eyes.

You nod unenthusiastically. Taking the clipboard beside Clark and handing it to Adam. "You can write on the 4:30 PM row. I'll be at the library fifteen minutes prior to our schedule, and I can wait for you until quarter to five."

Adam happily writes his name, glancing up to see you and Clark exchanging looks. "Is he signing up for a tutoring class too?"

"No," the two of you say in unison.

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at Clark. The farm boy breathing deeply before he responds. "I'm asking about the, uh, football schedule," he looks at you for confirmation. When you nod approvingly, he does too. "Yeah, the football schedule."

"Oh… Well, shouldn't you be asking Coach Teague that?"

"How would you know?" Clark raises an eyebrow, sounding way sassier than you ever heard him speak. Adam looks at him with subtle surprise, masking it with a friendly smile. "Because I am in the football team?"

The air quickly shifts as Clark and Adam have a stare-down. Only broken off when you clear your throat. Adam reluctantly says goodbye, stepping out of the office with a wave directed to you.

When the door closes, you turn to Clark with your arms crossed. "What?" He groans. He knows that look all too well.

"Are you okay with me tutoring him?" You ask straightforwardly.

"Why wouldn't I be? You've tutored dozens of our classmates over the years." He shrugs. His hand slowly coming up to tug on the strap of his bag.

"You sure? 'Cause it's a yes or no question, Clark. I can have someone else cover for me if you don't want me to tutor him," you say genuinely. Brushing away the lock of hair that fell in front of his handsome face.

Clark's lips purse into a thin line as he nods, hands finding solace on your hips. "Yes, baby, I'm sure. Just… don't overwork yourself, okay? I don't want you gettin' tired from something that isn't even your job."

You bite back a smile, looking into his eyes with stars in yours while he pulls you in for a hug. Your head rests on his shoulder as you wonder to yourself—how exactly did I manage to score a man like this?

"Gotta go, handsome. I'll see you back home," you give him a chaste kiss. Using every self-control you have not to respond to Clark's obvious attempts of deepening the kiss.

The first tutoring session you had with Adam was a quick one. Adam had a pretty solid foundation, he understood the concepts clearly, his only flaw was in his application of said concepts. Usually, he'd do well on the conceptual-based questions while also failing the problems connected to it.

One session wasn't going to cut it and so he booked you for four other sessions. All of which had a longer time frame, extending thirty minutes more from the usual one and a half hour long session. That only meant that you had to spend two hours with him every Tuesday and Thursday for two whole weeks.

Now if Clark didn't find it bothersome the first time, he definitely did now.

"So, uh, we still up for six later?" Adam leans on the locker next to years, smiling.

"Yeah, uh, sure. Of course. I'll see you at the library." You smile back. You quickly turn back to your locker and grab your things fast. Adam wasted no time diving into another subject.

"Oh, by the way, I—y'know, I really appreciate you being my tutor. I know you're juggling a lot of responsibilities and still, you never come to a session late and…" your eyebrow arches, waiting for him to finish. Thankfully, he takes the look in your face as a hint. "I was wondering if you'd let me treat you to a coffee? Just something after our session to show my thanks."

Your response arrives fast, without any hesitation. "No, Adam."

Adam gets caught off-guard by the firmness in your voice. He didn't expect you to say yes right away but he didn't exactly expect you to deny it in a split second too. He thought you'd at least think it over for a minute.

"Oh! But, it's, uh, y'know, coffee as friends. I'm not asking you out on a date," he laughs awkwardly but you could see right through him.

"I appreciate the thought, Adam, but no. If you have any questions about the lessons we're discussing, you can reach out to me—but anything else besides that, please do not." You breathe deeply. Eyes catching on the tall figure at the end of the hall, watching your encounter with Adam. "I have to go. I'll see you at the library."

You don't give Adam a second to respond, immediately slipping out of his sight only to find the end of the hall empty. No plaid-wearing farm boy in sight. You swallow on nothing, beginning to feel a thump in your chest.

It takes you some time of walking around to finally catch a glimpse of him. He was standing beside Chloe, visibly talking about something as they had laughs on their faces. You walk over to them, locking eyes with Clark in the process.

Just as you were about to walk by them—and possibly strike up some small talk—your shoulder gets nudged by your friends.

"Hey! We were looking all over for you! Did you hear the news?" Janet, your friend, says.

"What news?"

"Not so fresh meat just made it onto the roster. Rumor says he's starting quarterback," another friend, Rose, says. Her tone held a bit of bite to it, as if she didn't want him on the spot in the first place.

"Now that's a nice headline," a bright voice speaks. All three of you turning to the shaggy-haired blonde. "What d'you think, Clark? Not so fresh senior meat now starting quarterback. Kinda has a ring to me."

You tried to act naturally, chuckling at Chloe's words despite your friends glaring at them. Since he is the topic, you look at Clark. Eyes round and awaiting a response from him.

He doesn't respond though. He simply shrugs, looking at you like your were nothing before pulling Chloe away from probably stirring up a fight.

"That guy has some problems," Rose rolls her eyes, checking her nails carelessly.

"Yeah. He's already senior and he's only just tried out for football now? Damn. Talk about a late bloomer," Janet says high-fiving Rose.

"At least he's cute… right?" Janet turns to you.

"Huh?"

"Clark Kent. He's cute, right?" When Janet repeats her question, you felt something inside of you twitch. Janet's calling your boyfriend cute, and Rose's agreeing with her too. They're checking your boyfriend out. Shamelessly.

But you can't even worry about that now—your mind is filled with the way Clark looked at you moments ago. Like you were nothing. Like he hasn't met you even once.

Of course, you two hide your relationship to the school but there's always something unspoken of each time you look into each other's eyes. It's a comfort and a pleasure at the same time. A cozy blanket in the cold air. Hot chocolate every Christmas. Donuts and caramel coffee in hidden rendezvouses.

There were none of those when Clark looked at you earlier. You can't help but feel there's something wrong.

"Hey Mr. and Mrs. K! I was wondering if Clark was around?" You ask with a smile.

Your relationship with Clark may be a secret to everyone in Smallville, but his parents are a definite exception. Yours, not so much.

Jonathan and Martha share a look you recognize to be an apologetic one. "He's, uh, he's at the barn. He's been there since he got home." Martha answers with a strained smile.

You feel even weirder because Clark's parents have been nothing short of supportive. You two may have hidden the relationship from them for four months but they definitely enjoyed the idea of their son going out with you.

When you nod determinedly, turning around to head to said barn, Jonathan calls you. "Clark's, uh… you may want to be careful approaching him. He's a bit pent-up, with the football and stuff."

You nod. "Oh, of course! I'll be careful. Maybe he just needs a little cheer up." 

You head over to the barn in haste. Walking up the loft to see Clark with his head down, writing something in his notebook as a stack of textbooks sat beside it.

"Knock knock." You knock on the wooden rails, letting the sound resonate through the barn.

Clark looks up from his notebook, smiling the moment he registers it was you. But you notice his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Still, you set that aside.

"What a surprise," he replies, voice clipped. "I thought you'd be slumped up with your council work and tutoring."

"And miss out an awesome opportunity to spend time with the charming plaid-wearing farm boy? Pftt, never," you drop yourself beside him. Propping your elbow up on the backrest as you turned your body towards him.

Clark chuckles, looking back down on the coffee table as he began writing again. You felt an even stronger twitch in your body when he does that—ignore you.

He may be tired, drained, or pissed off—but he had never gone through a second of seeing you without kissing you the moment the coast was clear. He'd always sneak in the quickest of kisses even though you two would get caught if he was slower by a millisecond.

"Clark, hey," you touch his shoulder. "I missed you."

His head keeps itself in place, "Missed you too, baby. How was your day?"

"Clearly not as harsh as yours has been. Wanna talk about it? I can spend the night…" you pause. "Oh, also, I heard you're starting quarterback! How'd that happen?"

"Did you now?" He laughs dryly.

The smile on your face falters, his tone felt like a bucket of ice was dumped on your head without your knowledge. He drops his pen, leaning back on the couch as he actually looks at you for the first time this night.

"Well, the previous one was injured. I stepped in." His answer is short and direct. His voice lacking the enthusiasm you're used to. "How about your day?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice.

"Clark, what's the problem?"

Clark's eyes flicker up towards yours, hurt and anxiety evident in your pupils. He feels a tinge of guilt in his chest. Licking his lips, he reaches out for you only for you to pull away.

"Did I do something wrong?" You question. Though no matter how firm your voice was, Clark knew it was close to breaking.

"No, no, baby, you did nothing wrong—" Clark's voice rises as he panics. Fully reaching out to you so he can pull you to his chest. "It's… it's me, okay? I… I just—" he takes in a deep breath. "Don't you think it's time we made our relationship public?" 

It's clear that you were surprised with his question. The sharp inhale and your raised eyebrows gave it away no doubt. But why wouldn't you be? Not once has Clark ever thought about making your relationship public. In fact, he was the one that actually proposed it in the first place.

You tried your best to understand him though. "Is there a reason why you want to make our relationship public?"

"Babe, we've been hiding our relationship for three years. We started when we were sophomores, we're seniors now. No one can worry about us anymore. We're graduating in a few months—who cares by now?" This is the first time his voice actually held some energy to it. His hands intertwined with yours as he looks at you for approval.

"Clark, I know when you're lying," you say. Clark's throat bobbing up and down as he clenches his jaw. You place a hand on his cheek, your other hand running through his hair comfortingly, "You know you can tell me anything, Clark. Let's talk about this like adults."

It takes him a second to actually decide to speak, and another second to construct the words in his head. "I don't like how people still think you're single," he starts. "The guys talk about you, people in the hall talk about you… I hear so many promises from people that they'll ask you out either after the game or after graduation—regardless, I can't even respond. I can't tell them that you're my girlfriend because in the first place, no one knows about us—no one'd believe me." You feel his heart beat faster. The continuous thump underneath his chest makes your stomach flip as well.

"Call me selfish, but I can't take it when other people look at you and think that they can have you." His voice drops, hands tightening on yours.

"Like Adam?"

A scoff comes from him. "Yeah, like Adam. Have you even heard half of the stuff he says about you in the locker rooms?" Clark's voice raises. His sharp features straining furiously before he feels your hand tighten around his. It prompts him to raise your intertwined hands, kissing your knuckles. "It's nothing bad, baby, believe me. He wouldn't be walkin' straight if they were bad. It was just that he's so in his head that he actually thought he can take you out on a date."

"So this is about Adam?" You arch a brow, testing the waters. When Clark shakes his head, looking away to hide the smile on his face, you laugh. "Well, y'know, farm boy, he actually just asked me out earlier."

"I know. I heard."

"Then you also heard what I responded with?" Your lips widen slowly.

He sighs, turning his head back to you. "Yes, I did."

You smile at him. He returns it, ten times wider than yours. Your heart flips as the smile finally reaches his eyes—finally feeling right.

Quiet envelopes you both. A comfortable silence before you snuggle on his lap, resting your head on his muscular chest. "I understand how you feel, baby."

One of the things Clark loved about you was your ability to always have him heard and understood. Even the dozens of times he's missed your dates, suddenly cancelling unannounced; you've always been there for him with a patient mind, an awaiting ear… and probably a grumpy attitude when Clark specifically dipped on a day you were really looking forward to.

Now, one thing definitely changed; if before you had to trap him in the barn, force him to be honest and say his feelings, you were content that now all you had to do was talk to him sincerely and directly, no interruptions, and no hotheads.

"Does this mean we're going public?" Clark asks cautiously.

You lift your head, letting your chin rest on the center of his chest. "Just do good on the game tomorrow, 'kay farm boy? We'll see how the day goes."

It wasn't the answer Clark wanted, but he accepted it. It was better than giving him the hard no.

And so you laid there the whole night, trying your best to stay awake while Clark told you about his day. His hands running aimlessly through your hair and body until you fell asleep. When you did, he took you to his bedroom and let you sleep there.

A soft and tender kiss on your forehead to end the night.

Loud roars of the crowd could be heard from any side of the field.

The bleachers were packed with people, majority came from Smallville High while some were from the rival school playing. It's been quite some time since the game started and yet, it still feels like a win can be called any moment now.

You were there—since the very start—sitting at the very front row with Chloe by your side. Your friends Janet and Rose sitting away where the cheerleaders were sat. Each time you watched Clark fall short of a goal, you could feel your heart thump even harder.

Way before the game started, you had another little rendezvous with Clark. Giving him the best good luck charm in the form of red lace—which God knows where he kept—and a kiss on the cheek.

Clark's been training for this game for so long now. Weeks of hardworking and sweat come to this very day where he finally gets to earn his teammates' respect.

31-28, in favor of the opponent.

The air gets struck out of your system when you see the opposing team score another point. Slowly building on their lead against the Crows. Your teeth unconsciously nibbles on your lower lip, pulling and biting the soft tissue as you prayed for a plot twist.

"C'mon Clark, c'mon," you mumble under your breath. Glancing at Jonathan and Martha from a far as they too shared nervous and worried looks.

You hear a ring from somewhere, and suddenly they're all splitting into their respective teams. "The Crows asked for a time out," Chloe says. You nod, noting that on the pad of paper that Chloe gave you earlier. Both of you have been noting game highlights since the start of the game.

"Should we try interviewing them?" The blonde was already standing when she asks you that, eyes narrowed at the group of players bundled far from them.

"No." You shake your head. Chloe looks at you weirdly, you sounded way too energetic. "It's not really the best time, Chloe."

Seven seconds remain on the clock. All players head back to the center line as the game resumes back. Your eyes lock with Clark despite the distance. You could barely make out the expression on his face while he could clearly see yours—full of anxiety and hope, hands in a prayer position in the middle of your face.

With a new found drive to make you proud, he turns to the front to look at the opposing team.

You watch as all of the players scramble fast as soon as the clock began. Clark inhaled, clocking his arm back before throwing the football with all of his human force, every fiber in his being hoping that the other quarterback is able to catch it before the time ran out.

The football felt like it was on air for more than five minutes. Every head in the football grounds followed the brown ball as it made its way across the field, every person holding in their breaths as the second player reached up as the time hit two seconds.

On the last second, he lands a touchdown.

Happiness shoots through your body as you jump with Chloe on the stands. Lungs screaming Clark's name as thunderous cheers filled the space, loud enough to even make the ground shake. The players run over to Clark, crashing into him while he throws away his helmet, eyes immediately searching for you. Just you.

Your heart begins beating faster, the idea in your head being thrown away as your legs move on their own.

Clark watches as you rush down the bleachers, sliding past everyone and anyone in your way. Confusion hits him for a second until he finally understands what you're going to do. Shrugging off his teammates, he runs over to the bleachers' side, the amount of adrenaline running in his veins was almost enough to push him to super speed onto your side and lift you up—almost.

The moment you reach the ground, Clark's already jumping over the fence, catching you in his arms.

"Clark!" You yell out, feeling his strong arms tighten around your waist as he spins you around. Your hair moves with the wind as it splatters messily all over Clark's face, his lips stretched into the widest and biggest smile you've ever seen from him. "You did—"

Your words are cut off as Clark lifts you even higher, crashing his lips into yours. The outside world is anything but a figment of his imagination now that he has you in his arms just after winning his first game as a quarterback—and the best thing of it all, was that it was in front of the whole school.

The deafening sound of cheers and wolf whistles make you smile into the kiss, head subtly pulling back only for Clark to hungrily chase after you, not letting you up so easily. When he finally does, with his lips all puffy and swollen, he's staring at you with nothing but affection.

"A real quarterback now, huh?" You tease, smirking lightheartedly at him.

Clark rolls his eyes, lunging forward to give you another kiss on your lips. "Not really, just your boyfriend."

You lose yourself in his smile, only to be pulled away from it when your head moves to the side. You see Clark's parents looking at you two with proud smiles while beside them were his friends—all of which had a shocked look on their faces.

Clark squeezes your side to get your attention back. A contented look grows on his face as he keeps his hold around you, making the moment last just a little longer before you two face the outcome of whatever just happened.

"Ready to put me down, farm boy?"

"Never.”

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[abbotsanatomy]

hello!! i love ur writing you’re feeding my abbot addiction <33 could you write a fic with a depressed reader, maybe she had a hard case that hit close to home that ended badly and is really lingering for her, and jack noticed because she’s been more withdrawn and distant for the past few days and he tries to get her to talk about it and she says shes fine then blah blah fast forward shes on yhe roof crying after working a double :) sorry im a fiend for hurt comfort

⨳ PROTECTING THE HIVE

pairing: jack abbot x chief resident!reader warnings: (20-ish year) age gap, resident/attending relationship, workplace romance, depictions of depression, mentions of suicidal ideation, kinda medical malpractice (lol), panic attack, allusions to child abuse. author's note: i had no idea what to name this, so here's my attempt at being funny... (also keep the compliments coming, they're feeding my ego <33 mwah)

You used to love your bed. It used to be a huge source of comfort. And sleep. Sleep is a special commodity when you work night shifts at a trauma center.

Now, you hate it. Because whenever you aren't working, you're just lying there. Not even asleep, just staring at the ceiling. Half of the time, you want to get up and be with your hot, older boyfriend.

The other half of the time, your mind is just pulling out the most horrendous memories possible, making you relive them, and wish you were dead. There's a bottle of pills on your nightstand you know would do the trick. You won't let yourself.

People rely on you. Jack relies on you. You save lives every day; you just wish you didn't have to lose so many along the way.

The only place you can escape your own thoughts is the ER. So, you throw yourself into your work. You work twice as hard, for twice as long.

Of course, Jack notices. He can see the most imperceptible changes in your demeanor, so this major shift doesn't exactly fly under his radar.

Be that as it may, you won't tell him any of it. He's a natural worrier. He hovers and he worries. That's just who he is. You're doing him a huge favor, really.

Besides, out of all the things your coping mechanism could be, it's saving lives. Who wouldn't support that?

So, you work yourself to the bone guilt-free. You take on double shifts with a few extra hours sprinkled on top. It's more than tiring, but it also means that when you get home and you're in bed, you pass out. You don't lay there for hours thinking about the kid who died in your ER two weeks ago.

You're careful about it, too. You change your scrubs and chug a cup of that terrible break room coffee before Jack comes in for the night shift.

Tonight's another one of those long, grueling, self-inflicted shifts. You've got a Red Bull in one hand, and a patient's bloodwork in the other. You've assessed labs like this one a million times, but the numbers aren't making any sense right now. Parker passes by you with a quick tap on your shoulder to bring your attention to her.

“Hey, you want me to count you in for the rock climbing thing this Sunday?” she asks, opening up one of the ER computers, “It was fun last time, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say slowly.

You're not too sure you can come up with a viable excuse right now, so you'll just have to cancel later. It was really fun, it just sounds like too much effort right now.

She walks away with a nod, when one of the nurses calls for her. When you start feeling surrounded in the middle of the ER hallway, you make your way to the break room. It feels even more stuffy, somehow.

You grip the papers in your hands tighter. The throbbing in your head that hasn't really left for the past two weeks has become unbearable now.

Noises are too loud. Everyone's too close. You need to get out, now.

Everything in your hand gets abandoned on the break room counter. You make your way as swiftly as possible past the patient’s rooms. A hand gently grips your arm, before you can pull the emergency exit open.

“Are you alright?”

Jack's low cadence coupled with his steady touch on your arm make you want to burst out into tears right then and there.

“I'm fine. I just—” your voice cracks.

“I need a minute,” you tell him, willing your voice to be as firm as you can manage. You can't even pull your gaze up from the floor. It isn't clear if he's buying it or not.

He lets go of your arm, and you can finally run up the hospital's stairs to the rooftop. You're completely out of breath, and still wildly overstimulated by the time you get there.

You pull the roof's metal door open. The moment the cold December air hits your face, it calms your panic down. But it brings with it a wave of sadness that can't be quelled or distracted away. You let yourself feel it.

You're out of control, now. Hands shaking, limbs completely wracked by these huge, full-body sobs. You steady yourself with your arms on one of the roof's AC units, when the memories start flooding your mind.

The kid you killed, he'd come in a week before. He had bruises all over, cuts where he wasn't supposed to. You passed the information onto someone on the day shift, so they can tell the department social worker. The next day you came back, he was gone.

A week later, he was dying in your arms. His blood literally staining your hands is a memory you'll never be able to erase. You spiral, his first and last visit to the ER flashing in your mind with equal consequence.

The footsteps growing closer barely register to your ears over your wailing. The moment Jack pulls you close, a hand on your jaw to bring your eyes to his, you instinctively pull away. He's insistent, though. He was trying to give you space, but look where that's gotten you.

“Hey, hey,” he says firmly, to grab your attention.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. He quickly realizes he can't get you to understand anything he says, not right now. So he does the next best thing.

He holds you. Really tight. So tight you can only smell his cologne and that sterile hospital scent that lingers on him for hours after a shift. It reminds you of home. You see him almost every day, but you miss him. He somehow always knows exactly what you need.

It takes a good ten minutes for you to stop crying in his arms. He's happy to be there, just glad you're slowly calming down. When your breathing evens out, and your eyes have dried out, you look up at him.

Where you think there should be disappointment, maybe even hatred, there's only admiration. If you’d actually picked up a scalpel and killed someone, he wouldn't even flinch, you think.

His gaze alone is making this a lot easier, “Better?”

You nod. Your eyes feel heavy, like you might just sleep here in his arms.

“It's the oxytocin,” he jokes.

“Yeah. I know,” you chuckle.

His scrub top looks incredibly comfortable. For the first time in weeks, you wish you were just in bed. You could lay on his chest and have the best sleep you've had in too many nights to count. The best you can get right now is resting your forehead on the black fabric. That's exactly what you do.

Jack lets a few seconds go back before speaking up.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I...” you take a deep breath.

I killed him. The words die on your tongue. You can't say them.

Jack must notice this is causing you distress, so he runs his fingers through your hair. He kisses the top of your head to calm you down.

“We don't have to, right now,” he whispers, “Not ever, even. But you do need to talk about it to someone.”

You nod in agreement, against his shirt. Your coping mechanisms are so not working.

“When was the last time you ate?”

You blank, “I don't...I don't know.”

“Sleep?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Alright. You're done.”

He pulls your head up with a hand on each cheek, “Clock out. Go home. Have some food, and I'll be there in a few hours.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You both walk to the emergency exit. In the stairwell, you turn to him, your eyes still glistening.

“Hey, um. I'm not fine, Jack,” you admit.

“I know that,” he tells you. “But you will be. I'll make sure of it.”

You believe him.

[taylorman2274]

We Care About You (Part II)

The aftermath that follows is a struggle for everyone to comprehend.

Content Warning(s): N/A

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader

Word Count: 1k

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The past few days have been hard for your mind to wrap around.

Ever since that particular incident you had while playing Genshin, you've been extremely hesitant to log back on. Now that you knew all the people of Teyvat were self-aware, you were scared to imagine what they thought of you.

"Have they been self-aware the entire time that I've been playing? Have they always been able to hear my voice whenever I spoke aloud? Do the Traveler and their friends hate me for forcibly controlling their movements and actions like puppets? If that's the case, wouldn't it be better for me to leave them alone without letting them know?"

It doesn't seem like there's any part of your day where you're not thinking about how to follow up with the world of Genshin Impact. In fact, it's gotten so bad for you that some of your friends have noticed your change in mood and asked if anything was wrong.

Knowing that this situation is not only unheard of but also impossible to comprehend for anyone, you simply told them that you were dealing with personal issues, which honestly isn't that far from the truth.

Eventually, you began to worry if some of the people in Teyvat would figure out a way to reach you beyond the computer should you not reach back to them soon. In the past, you would've laughed at such a thought. But now that you've witnessed the impossible, you didn't want to wait around and find out.

"If I'm going to continue playing Genshin, I should at least try and accommodate their needs and wants better."

As much as you didn't want to delay your return to Genshin any further, you felt that researching all of your current playable character's needs, wants, likes, and dislikes took top priority over anything else in your life right now.

...Well...besides your needs and wants.

First, you took note of their favorite and least favorite foods. You would feel pretty bad if you kept feeding them food that wasn't their preference. Especially since characters like Lisa and Ganyu were vegetarians.

Second, you took note of everyone's talents. While you know that some characters had passive talents which gave you extra dishes when cooking or extra materials when crafting, you felt that those jobs should be left to the professionals, such as Xiangling and Albedo respectively.

"Let's see. First off, I should probably remove the people in my party with full-time jobs, as they take priority over exploring with the Traveler. So I should probably replace any Knights of Favonius, Liyue Qixing, Tri-Commission Member, etc. However, that doesn't exactly leave me with a lot of options to choose from. Although Xiangling works for Wanmin Restaurant, she's currently exploring Teyvat for ingredients. I assume accompanying the traveler would be fine with her. Bennett works for the Adventure's Guild so that works as well. But that also leaves me with a Pyro-heavy party, which may pose a problem for enemies such as Pyro slimes..."

However, the more you spent time researching, the more pessimistic and depressed you began to feel. Here you were spending all this effort trying to accommodate to all the characters you've obtained without even knowing if they gave a single thought or care in the world towards you.

"...I never really asked if they wanted to join the Traveler's adventures. ...So...maybe I should only use the Traveler...?"

You sighed deeply. This was not gonna be good for your mental health.

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Meanwhile...

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The Traveler didn't know what to think.

On one hand, they were happy that [Y/N] was getting some much deserved rest. On top of that, they were also happy that they got to have a break from doing commissions all the time. But on the otherhand...

They were really starting to miss you.

This is the longest that they have gone without feeling your presence and they were starting to worry if they had accidentally scared you off due to that incident.

The incident that revealed Teyvat's self-awareness.

"...You're thinking about [Y/N] again, aren't you?" Paimon asked.

The Traveler chuckled sadly. "Is it really that obvious?"

"Kind of? Paimon thinks that's what everyone is thinking about."

They believe her. Zhongli, Venti, and a few others had reached out to them over the past couple of days for any news about [Y/N]. They were saddened by their expressions when they told them they had no news to give.

“...Y/N..." The Traveler sighed.

"Hmm?" Paimon hummed in thought, "What was that?"

"...To think that was their name all along. And to even think that they may be just as human as most people in Teyvat! It’s honestly kind of relieving when you think about it.

Although they weren't going to lie. At first, they saw [Y/N] as an unknown entity that possessed them to do its bidding. It was scary at first, knowing that neither them nor Paimon were able to figure out a way to interact with or avoid it. However, after solving both Mondstadt's and Liyue's respectable crises and powering them up with newfound strength, they started to see you as a sort of companion similar to Paimon.

"Yeah, even Paimon is starting to miss traveling and exploring with them."

"Is that so?" The Traveler taunted, "I thought that at one point you were trying to prove yourself as the better guide?"

"Hey! Paimon told you already that she has proved herself as the superior guide time and time again." She exclaimed as she crossed her arms.

They laughed. It felt nice to tease Paimon like this to distract them from the lack of [Y/N]'s presence, but they were starting to feel like they couldn't keep this up forever.

"Regardless, Paimon hopes that [Y/N] comes back soon. Everybody will feel a lot better once they do."

The Traveler looked up to the night sky and watched the stars flicker with light. Paimon followed their gaze with a sorrowful frown.

"I hope so too."

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Author Side Notes: I had an idea.

But in all seriousness, I'm flattered by all the positive comments, reblogs, and likes from the previous post. I only expected to get around 20 notes since it was my first post but somehow I've ended up at 800+ and counting? It's almost too much for me to handle lol.

As for the rest of this story, I've decided that it will likely take around six parts for me to reach its conclusion. We've got two down so far, so that makes four more to go. Of course, that's only if y'all want to read more.

[alchemistc]

Just gonna say from the top I have not been paying much attention to 9-1-1 spoilers or spec so I'm coming at this from a place of Lou posted a rooftop pic around the same time there was bts of 9-1-1 filming on a rooftop. I know nothing else. I also haven't watched past 8x6 so 🤷‍♀️

something in the orange

Buck has never really been one for a lot of quiet introspection. He's done the therapy, worked at it, worked on himself - but at the end of the day his downtime typically means he's got a book in hand, a Substack to dive into, his phone open to distract his brain long enough for his body to relax. He doesn't do quiet time. He needs to have something to do with his hands, needs his eyes focused on something other than a horizon line.

He's at the tail-end of a q-word shift and Ravi's already inventoried half the station, there hasn't been anything to clean for at least an hour, and it's not like he can go bug Eddie to keep himself occupied.

(And that's a train of thought better left for the scones he's gonna bake tonight, even if Eddie's kitchen is laid out terribly for baking.)

The sunset is gorgeous.

It's not - quiet, exactly. You don't really get quiet, in LA, at any time of the day or night, but it's calm. Peaceful. Traffic runs smoothly, for a given value of smooth, down below. There's a soft breeze. The sun has warmed the rooftops of the city all day, and that extra hour baked them well, so even as it sets the gravel beneath his feet radiates just the right amount of heat.

Buck tilts his head back to watch a fluffy cloud drift across the sky, and takes stock.

He's a fucking mess, but that seems to be beside the point, right now.

Chris is pissed at Eddie but reluctantly speaking to him, and it seems like maybe there's something going on with Eddie's mom but it's not like Eddie comes to him until -

Nope.

Maddie's recovering, and the baby is fine. She'll scar, though, and Buck doesn't quite know how to reconcile that. She's been bruised, bloody, terrified, mad as hell, out of her mind and settling back into it but there's never been lasting physical evidence before and he's -

Making it all about himself, again.

Bobby and Athena are circling in on a place to live, finally, and he's happy for them, ecstatic, can't wait to watch Bobby man a grill again and have everyone - well, mostly everyone -

New line of thought, actually.

Chim seems to be holding it together extraordinarily well, considering, but Buck's not entirely sure he'd know otherwise: he's got Hen for that.

Must be nice, he thinks, and then immediately slams a foot down in an attempt to not be such a selfish, miserable bastard.

Two nights ago he'd watched Taylor Kelly do a special news report covering the wildfire recovery efforts, and she'd looked good - beautiful, healthy, with that fire behind her eyes when a story has some juice to it. And he'd watched, start to finish, and he'd selfishly wondered if she ever actually thought about him, other than an aside about the guy who'd kissed another woman and then railroaded her into living with him.

And he never knows what the hell is going on with Ravi but apparently he bought another block of condos.

So it's like -

It's just -

He's so fucking lonely.

It's not a new feeling, exactly. He's been on his own for a lot of his life. Always latching on to whoever holds eye contact long enough for him to start an info-dump. But all of his people are reaching all of these milestones, or dealing with their own shit, and even though he's made an attempt, the casual hookups just aren't doing much in the department of letting Buck unload all of his issues like he wants.

Which is why everyone ends up leaving, apparently. He takes too much, demands too much, makes things about himself, and it's not the first time he's had to square up with that but it still fucking hurts. He still doesn't know how to fix it.

Gold melts across the skyline as the sun dips low low low, and the door to the roof opens up, and Buck tips his head back again. Closes his eyes and tries to place the footfalls making their way across to him. Feels his chest tighten around the face that materializes behind his eyes and swallows it back, because that isn't happening.

He keeps his eyes closed and enjoys the last streak of heat as the sun dips below the horizon.

Gravel crunches just behind him.

"Hey," says a voice, soft and warm and always just a little surprisingly pitchy for the barrel of a chest it's coming out of.

When he blinks his eyes back open he's greeted with the underside of Tommy Kinard's chin. In the fading light the dip of his cleft is more pronounced, and his hair has streaks of pink in the barrel of the curl, light bouncing off the clouds and making a home on Tommy's crown, and Buck has to bite back the urge to shove out of his chair and tuck his whole body into the circle of his arms. They're not - this isn't -

Tommy's hand drops, warm and huge and comforting in a way Buck always leaned into like a cat, to the dip of Buck's shoulder.

He can't really find any words. He's had - so fucking many words, things he wants to say, things he wants someone to hear, but now they're all stuck in his throat or lost to the breeze kicking up around him.

God, Buck has missed him.

Tommy's eyes dart back and forth across his face, jaw tight as he takes in the sight, his posture all sorts of uncomfortable, and Buck just wants -

Just five minutes. Just. Enough time to watch the pinks fade to purple and blue. He tips his head back just enough that his skull meets the give of Tommy's stomach, and Tommy's hand squeezes.

They watch the sky streak with color and fade, and Buck thinks: if this is it, at least it's a softer landing than he'd had before.

[bluebutterflytattooed]

Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER SIX

The sight of the text makes you stop breathing. Not really, but that’s what it feels like. Surely that it’s just because Ellie texted you and you weren’t expecting it. Not because you’ve been thinking about seeing her again all the time and now you finally are getting your chance, and it’s 7 PM on a Saturday. What would the two of you even do? You have almost nothing in common. Correction, you have absolutely nothing in common at all. You and Ellie are like night and day, winter and summer, chocolate and vanilla, cats and dogs.

However, opposites do attract. Like magnets. There’s an undeniable pull between you two, whether that’s a pull of hatred, attraction, or just platonic friendship. You don’t know which one you want it to be. On one hand, you’ve tormented and teased her for years. On the other hand, she is unfortunately so attractive with her freckles and strong arms and biceps. But she probably is not at all interested in you, and you can’t possibly be interested in Ellie Williams, which means friendship is the only other outcome of these recent constant thoughts of the girl.

But…Hearts don’t speed up at the idea of hanging out with their friend, much less the nerd you make fun of. Breath doesn't get stuck in lungs because of friendship, and cheeks don’t get pink because of friendships.

You have to come to terms with it, you know you do.

There’s a very distinct possibility that you have feelings for Ellie Williams.

You don’t really know how this has happened. There haven’t been any signs of it before, other than your very deep obsession with her that you’ve had for years. But that wasn’t an obsession of attraction, it was one of distaste for her. She’s always been so fucking nerdy and so focused on her weird interests, someone that never in a million years would you be attracted to. Sure, you’ve noticed everything about her. Her stupid t-shirts, her favorite one being a Tears for Fears shirt (not that you have it memorized or anything), the dumb waistbands of her boxers that peek above her pants (again, not that you pay attention), the way sunlight or tears make her blue eyes extra shiny, sometimes looking greenish in direct light, or the way she nibbles on her bottom lip and runs her tongue over her piercing when she’s nervous. But those are all things you’ve made fun of in the past, not things that have made her appear… beautiful.

But, you still find your thumbs flying over your keyboard, your heart beating almost painfully fast, as you send a reply to her text:

You: I’ll be there in an hour tops

Well fuck. Now you have to go.

You scramble to take a shower, wash away the week of pilates and hanging out with your junkie mom. Your cherry almond conditioner and vanilla body wash filled shower is followed by a quick blow dry and clean-looking minimal makeup, pulling it all together with Brandy Melville sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt that slouches off your shoulders. You’re praying that it looks as if you didn’t make an effort, but it’s cute nonetheless.

What does Ellie think of you? Why could she ever want you at her house after years of torture? These are the thoughts that plague your mind as you ride your bike to her house, your legs pumping so fast that they’ll be sore after this. You’ve tied your hair back with a claw clip, a gold one decorated with a butterfly that you got from Target, so that the wind doesn’t tangle your hair and you won’t end up at Ellie’s with ugly hair. Your silky hair is one of your personal favorite features, and you put time and money into maintaining it. The wind will not mess that up. Ellie’s ranch is a twenty minute bike ride from the trailer park, which gives you plenty of time to chew on the inside of your cheeks and stress out from the overwhelming confusion of why Ellie wants you to come over. She has no reason to, unless her friends are there and they’re going to work on the film. Filming sounds good, it sounds less scary than sitting next to Ellie wondering what the hell there is for the two of you to talk about.

Maybe we won’t talk at all, you find yourself thinking. Maybe there will be more hands and lips involved than words-

You scold yourself for thinking something like that; of course that won’t happen. You’ve been much too cruel to the poor girl for her to want anything like that to happen between the two of you.

The long, gravel driveway of the ranch appears ahead of you, and you hop off your bicycle to avoid a bumpy ride full of pebbles flying up and hitting you in the face. A dog runs up to you, a golden retriever full of bouncy energy, and follows you along the rest of the path. You lean down to pet his head a few times, and crouch down with him for at least a couple of minutes once you get to the house in order to avoid going inside. Why would you agree to come here if you’re too scared to go in and see Ellie? Maybe you shouldn’t knock on the door at all, just turn around and go back home, pretend like you got caught up with something-

But you don’t have to knock at all. Ellie opens the front door, staring at you as you play with her dog, a bright smile across your face. She’s never seen you smile like that before. Maybe because whenever you see her, your mouth is twisted into a scowl.

“Y/N,” her voice rings out from the porch, and you jerk your head in the direction of her low, smooth tone, looking up at her. “I, uh, I see you met muffin.” She says, flushing as she makes eye contact with you.

The smile stretches across your face again. “Muffin?” You sound like you’re teasing, but in a friendly way.

“Um!” Ellie squeaks “Yep! His full name is Blueberry Muffin, cause my dad makes them and- I don’t know why I’m telling you this, s’ so dumb.” Her face just gets redder and redder, which you find entertaining. And somewhat endearing. That’s what’s stupid here, the way you find her blushing at her own word vomit endearing.

“No, I like it. It’s a cute name,” You shrug, giving Muffin another pat on the head, standing up and pretending as if you weren’t just so anxious about seeing Ellie that your head was swimming. She lets you through the threshold and shuts the door behind you. Today, she’s wearing Minecraft socks, which makes you laugh under your breath. ”Should I take my shoes off?” You ask her.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to,” She says, but you take them off anyway.

“So why’d you ask me to come over, Ellie?” You ask her, raising an eyebrow. She seethes with jealousy; she can’t raise a single eyebrow. She can only raise both at the same time.

“I was, um, wondering if you wanted to do some scenes for the film? Cause we need to start getting those, and I’m pretty good with cameras and stuff. And I thought you might be nervous filming around Dina and Riley, so they’re not here. It’s just us. And my dad’s out of town too,” She says, all the words coming out in a rush. So you’re alone with Ellie. In her house. At almost 8:00 pm.

You swallow, knowing that you must look nervous now. “I… yeah, that sounds good. How should we start?”

She cocks her head to the side, thinking, as you follow her to her bedroom for the second time in your life. “We could do some shots out in the field. Like it’s the beginning of the apocalypse, and you’re just figuring out, like, how to navigate the world. And also, you probably can’t wear those clothes… they’re not accurate to what you’d be wearing in an apocalypse.” The passion she feels about this topic is evident in her voice, which you find…

“Cute,” You meant to only think the words, but they fall from your lips anyways. You slap a hand over your mouth.

“Hm?” Ellie didn’t hear you completely.

“Nothing! Just, what should I wear then? I didn’t bring other clothes,” You say quickly, breathing a sigh of relief when you realize that she didn’t hear what you said.

“Y-you can wear mine!” She stutters miserably throughout the short sentence, her face flushing again, even darker this time. She scratches the back of neck, below her bun that she always has tied up. “I have some that aren’t too ugly, but you’d look good in, um, in everything. So.” Her face is burning red and her tongue flicks out to play with her lip piercing, the whole movement followed by your eyes.

“Thanks,” You murmur. “Show me the clothes so we can get this filming over with.” You don’t really want to be on camera and pretend to be another person that you’re not, but Ellie seems so eager and excited, so of course you’ll do it.

How far you’ve fallen from being someone who would barely look at her to a girl gazing at her lip piercing as you enter her bedroom.

She digs through her extremely messy dresser. The clutter doesn’t surprise you, it suddenly makes sense why all her clothes are wrinkled. Apparently, the girl doesn’t know how to fold. Your lips curl up into a smile, which Ellie notices as she turns back around, the blush returning to her face. At this point, the pink hue on her skin is a permanent addition to her freckled cheeks. She sticks her hands out, holding a pile of clothes.

“There’s a t-shirt, and a hoodie, and, um, some jeans,” She says, staring at the floor. “I’ll leave the room while you change.”

“Thanks,” you say softly, taking the wrinkled pile and waiting for her to leave the room before you start stripping off your own clothing, shivering as the cold air of Ellie’s bedroom hits your skin. The farm house is old, and lacking in a heating system. Ellie just sleeps with a lot of blankets (most of them patterned with sharks or horses or dinosaurs) to make up for the lack of heat.

Ellie, standing outside her bedroom door with her heart beating a mile a minute, tries her absolute hardest to resist her very strong urge to peek through her door, which is slightly cracked open. Oh, she tries to resist what her little one-track lesbian brain tells her to do, repeatedly telling that urge that it’s wrong to want to do that, but… the lesbian brain wins. She moves to the side a bit, peering through the gap between the door and its frame. She watches, eyes wide and unblinking, mouth slightly open, practically drooling, as she sees you slip your shirt over your head, dropping your pants to the floor, to reveal a matching pink bra-and-panty set, purchased from Victoria’s Secret. Almost immediately, she can feel her boxers start to get sticky. Fuck. Her breathing becomes shallow as you dress yourself in her clothes. You are in her bedroom, putting her clothes on, and it's the most attractive thing Ellie has ever seen. She almost pouts when you’re done, once all your skin has been covered up, but she quickly recovers at the sight of you in her clothes.

“Ellie, I’m done.” You call to her, looking down at the clothes. They’re baggy on you, not overly baggy, and wrinkled like the rest of her clothing. Ellie comes into the room, staring at you. “We can film now.” You say calmly, as if nerves aren’t sprinting through your system.

“C-cool,” She stutters, slack jawed. “I’ve got the, uh, the camera set up. In the field. So, you can follow me out there.” Her hands, her whole body, is shaking. Her Hot Wheels boxers are practically soaked through to her torn black jeans, and she thinks she might be salivating.

The filing goes well. You look at the camera with a face filled with emotion, confliction, and fear. It’s perfect. Ellie knew you’d be perfect for this film. She stares at you the entire time, the camera aimed at you almost an afterthought. The movie will be good, yeah, but seeing you act like this right before her own eyes? It’s a dream. She’s in awe the whole time. Who knew you could act? You bully every theater kid you come across, so this passionate display of emotion from you, all done for the camera, is a shock to her. You get the whole scene done in one take.

“That was perfect,” Ellie gasps, her throat dry. “You’re really talented.” She gazes at you with huge eyes. In the sunset, you can see that her seemingly blue eyes are a pale greenish hue, a little bit of blue still floating around in them.

“Thanks Els,” You smile at her softly. Her breath hitches at the nickname. “Wanna watch a movie?” You propose. You don’t want to go home yet, face your mother and continue tending to her every want and need. You’d rather stay here with the girl you used to torment.

Ellie’s eyes widen as she folds up the camera stand and tucks it under her hoodie-clad arm. “U-uh yeah, we can do that!” Her voice pitches up into a squeak. It always seems to do that around you. “I’ve got a good collection. Starwars, and, ummm, How To Train Your Dragon… such a good movie…” She trails off, thinking. “But I’m A Cheerleader is such a classic, it’s about lesbians and uh- well, you don’t really care about that but.” She decides to stop talking as her face turns into a brilliant red tomato.

You cock your head to the side as you stroll into the house next to her. “We could watch that,” She nods quickly at your words. “Do you have a girlfriend?” The question slips from your glossed lips without it even being filtered through your mind. God damn it, you scream at yourself.

“What?” She yelps. “No! No no no, I don’t. I’m single. Single pringle!” Now it’s her turn to scream at her own self for saying something that even made her cringe. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” She apologizes, absolutely horrified with herself.

You laugh. “Don’t worry about it.”

Settling onto Ellie’s couch is possibly one of the most awkward moments of your life. It’s a nice leather one, pillows and blankets draped over it. You’re sitting straight up, like a rod, Ellie taking on the exact same stance at your side. Neither of you look at each other as she turns on the move, putting a pillow on her lap and hugging it close to her body. The room is so tense you could cut the air with a knife. You inhale and exhale deeply, the woody scent of Ellie Williams making its way into your nose. And oh my god, does she smell good. You want to bottle whatever scent that is and spray it on everything that you own, becoming surrounded by her always.

But you can’t do that. It would be gay and creepy.

You get engrossed in the movie quickly, finding yourself relating to Megan a little too much. Concealing herself, denying herself and her identity, falling for a girl she can’t have. She’s just like you. You get so engrossed that you don’t even notice Ellie’s breathing slowing as she falls asleep until she tips over, her head flopping against your shoulder. You almost jump as you realize that she’s resting on you, but that would mean waking her up.

“Shit,” You wheeze. “Oh fuck.” You inhale and exhale deeply, playing with your own fingers in your lap. Her hair is soft against the exposed skin of your shoulder, as the sleeve of the t-shirt has ridden up. Her pink lips are slightly parted, a peaceful expression painted across her freckled face.

You find yourself paying more attention to her than to the movie playing in front of you.

Before you can even prevent the words from slipping past your lips you whisper, just like a dumb middle school girl, “I think I have a crush on you.” It’s hardly a confession, it’s just a little whisper to a sleeping girl. But still, it’s more of the truth than you were supposed to let yourself say.

And then another whisper fills the room: “I have a crush on you too.”

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hiiiii this chapter was SO fun. guys we had a confession! i’ve literally been freaking out because what do you mean my posts are getting 100 notes. that’s INSANE. thank you all so much 🫶🫶🫶

do we want a make out next chapter cause i can make that happen. let me know! also the Hot Wheels boxers were inspired by the Hot Wheels boxers i got my girlfriend for her birthday

i love you all so much!!!

-Blue 🦋

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[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ How the JJK characters show their love for u (love languages)

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, just overwhelming amts of fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im starting off with some fluff, bc they all deserve some soft loving <3

⋆｡˚ ♡ PHYSICAL TOUCH: light squeezes of your hand, hugs from behind, leaning on your shoulder on the train, holding your wrist while you walk together, no matter what their hands are on you. they just love you too much to keep away from you, can you blame them? the feeling of you against their skin makes them feel happier than they could ever expect, even when they're coming across as clingy sometimes.

nobara will tug on your sleeve until you oblige and follow her around the mall, your hand either taken by your girlfriend's or the brightly colored shopping bags she'd acquired over your trip. some for her, some for you, because she was just dying to put you in some of the shirts she'd seen around the mall. and she's smile and kiss your cheek when you went with her requests with no fuss

yuuji will take no liberties in picking you up at any point. greeting you? you're up in the air before you can say 'hello'. god help you if you even mention being tired, because he will carry you in his arms without a moments hesitation, holding you close to his chest and claiming he can't in good conscious let you walk while tired! as your boyfriend, its his job to take care of you

gojo will never ever hesitate to embarrass you with how doting he can get. dramatically gasping whenever he sees you in his kitchen making a snack and rushing over to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face and squeezing you while praising the heavens he's able to see you today, ignoring how you turned your face away and whined at him to lay off

⋆｡˚ ♡ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: with someone like you, how do you expect them to keep their mouth shut? they can never get enough of the way you blush or laugh at their compliments, or their daily vows of love. "you're a great cook, dear." if you made them a meal, or fawning over how great you look today, despite you being dressed in loose pajamas with a messy bedhead. they need you to always know how in love they are, constantly.

sukuna, surprisingly, can offer quite a few bits of praise to you through the day. while you may have to pause and figure out his wording to actually receive a compliment at times, that doesn't change how he'll always show his approval of you in his own way. he never fails to acknowledge your effort in something, patting your shoulder and congratulating you on whatever you did.

nanami is always straight to the point when he speaks, wasting no extra time to dance around a subject and often being more blunt than necessary with his words. and that carries over to how he loves you, of course. kissing the temple of your head, murmuring about how lucky he is to be with you, brushing hair out of your face while you lean in for a proper kiss.

⋆｡˚ ♡ GIFT GIVING: plastic charms, figurines, hair clips, clothes, jewelry, stuffies, flowers, games, they're never ending. you're never not on their mind, so it's really impossible for them to be out and about without seeing some beautiful roses in a shop window and not hesitate at all with buying it for you. a single off handed comment about how you're a fan of something, and suddenly your arms are full of different kinds of merch. you've had to reorganize your room countless times to fit everything they've gotten you in there, and you're starting to look like a hoarder. but, it makes them happy, so what choice do you have?

getou could plant acres of flower fields with how much roses he'd gotten you. you can't even remember when you'd told him your favorite flower, the innocent seeming question still forcing you to fill up vase after vase of beautifully picked red roses. the amount of times getou had shown up to your door, hands behind his back with a smile plastered over his face at your weary sigh. "what did you get now, sugu..." "i don't have a clue what you mean, my love."

maki will take the extra step and take you with her when she gets a gift idea, finding the way you'd fret over her funds as she casually bought you yet another scarf she caught you eyeing much cuter than surprising you with it. this happens so often that she's caught you snapping your head forwards when letting your eye linger on something too long, making her laugh and peck your cheek before snatching it up before you could notice.

⋆｡˚ ♡ QUALITY TIME: quiet nights, spent curled up next to each other simply enjoying the others presence. sitting next to you while you play your favorite game, throwing occasional questions at you and smiling when you eagerly answer them. sometimes they get sheepish at how in love they are, that you simply being there makes them feel happier than anything. but when you're cozied up next to them, snoring softly against their chest, they can't seem to care too much about anything else

megumi is the king of silent time together, claims it helps him study and plan for missions when nothing is happening around him. and while that's true, often times he will replace 'feeling lonely and wanting your company' with 'studying for an exam'. he's sure you aren't aware of what he truly means when he asks to come over though, even when he shows up with no textbooks or notes to 'study from', and immediately goes to cuddle up against you when you usher him inside your room.

choso is..very clingy lol. always following behind you wherever you go, sitting next to you with a soft smile even as you aimlessly scroll through your phone. he's so silent that you've forgotten his presence entirely a few times, yelping when you hear a low sigh or a shuffle of his hand against your own. you felt a little exposed at first, always being under surveillance by him, but you adjusted pretty quickly and accepted his way of affection.

⋆｡˚ ♡ ACTS OF SERVICE: call it a hero complex, but they just adore being your knight in shining armor. holding the door open for you, finishing an assignment for you after learning how stressed you've been recently, wrapping their coat around you when it gets too chilly out, making your favorite meal just because they could. why should you have to do things when they're right there?

toji, despite having cast away his family name, was still raised by a traditional family. which meant he'd assigned himself to any hard work that needed to be done. plumbing, cleaning, repairing of any kind, he was on it. at first he did it out of habit, used to being forced to pick up any chore that others didn't feel like doing. but over time, the way you'd thank him and hug him tight when he did something for you made his heart melt. nowadays, he almost gets giddy when he hears your frustrated mumbling from across the room, happy to help you yet again with whatever you needed.

yuuta is really the sweetest thing... he's always ready to help you out, no matter how small the issue is. the mornings are his favorite, though, watching your chest rise and fall peacefully while sunlight slowly made its way across your sleeping form. he loves being able to tidy up your room and get breakfast ready for you while you peacefully sleep the sunrise away. he'd turn his head towards the hall as he heard your footsteps shuffle closer to him, a blanket draped over your sleepy figure as you greeted him.

inumaki, even with your reassurance, still feels guilty at times for not being able to talk with you how you're used to. deciphering rice ball ingredients in response to you asking when his is birthday isn't the simplest task, unfortunately. so, he always makes sure to show his love through simple tasks he can do for you. keeping extra snacks in his bag for when you get hungry during class, handing you his umbrella if he notices the sky beginning to dribble on your way home, even when you insist he keep it. he doesn't mind the rain if it's with you.

[artytaeh]

THEODORE NOTT HAS A LOT OF MONEY. and even though that's a relief that indulges his own impulsive spendings to pamper himself, it still doesn't feel like he properly makes use of it.

the large bookshelf on his bedroom, at the nott mansion, might suggest otherwise.

( what? theodore enjoys special editions; no, it's not silly to want a first edition of one of his older favorites, or a hard cover version with a better illustration, really. much less having paid more for a book on his native language, given that he's in london, a bit too far away from the city he was born, millan. )

but then, ah— there it is! the reason why his family's ridiculous wealth makes sense, now!

because what theodore nott lacks in a few matters, such as communication or spending a lot of time with you, when he needs his time alone, he'll compensate like this.

one might perceive this as a heartless, uncaring way to press bandaids over emotional wounds; believe me, it couldn't be farther than this.

theodore just likes to see you smile, and given that his black card is a means to such an end, well, why not?

things are just things; but things do bring happiness, so yes, you can buy happy feelings!

theodore would love to know if you collect something— mugs? he's bringing a new one for you, now paying extra special attention to crockery themed stores. snowglobes? there's this one he found, with a charm to it! if there's a comic series you like, theodore would discreetly surprise you every week with a new volume.

only for you to go and break his heart, standing in front of his door with his gifts in arms, extending them for theodore to take it back.

cluelessly, and looking a bit like a kicked puppy, theodore frowns. are you angry at him? isn't this the type of thing you like? should you reassure him that your only issue is the excessive money spent on you, theodore feels like a weight left his shoulders.

huff; so, he does know how to please his girlfriend and what she likes!

... but why are you rejecting him? 'hey, bella, don't offend me— this isn't going to empty nott's vault any time soon.'

should his puppy eyes work, well then, you're doomed.

because theodore will use this same excuse over and over again, when he brings another thing that reminds him of you. what? you mentioned that you like coats like these! it's a color you like to wear, and you'll need warm clothes like that in a matter of weeks!

do you not like his gifts? theodore will give you a look that, if you didn't know better about his cynical shenanigans, you'd believe that his heart was being shattered to pieces.

that's the reason why dates at hogsmeade are so dangerous. i'm being serious— you might as well keep your eyes on the road, stare at the snow beneath your feet, because if you spend more than four seconds staring at something inside a shop...

there isn't time to process anything else; theodore's mind works fast. you saw it, you seem to like it, he's buying it. in a blink of an eye, theodore already has his card between his index and middle finger, nonchalantly making his way inside.

'can't a man spoil his girl? goddamn it, dolcezza.'

clothes are almost worse. if he sees something that you're staring at, and likes it, theodore is putting so much (discreet. not so discreet,) effort into convincing you to let him buy it for you.

'you'd look good in it. see, it's a color you like, it would look really good, given your skin tone.' and then, he takes a different approach: 'trying it on doesn't hurt, right?'

a cruel plan, you see, because then you fall in love with this dress, as much as theodore fell in love with the idea of you wearing such pretty clothes.

his arms embrace your waist, like a snake slowly trapping its victim; the fabric feels right under his skin, the dress looking as if it was sketched for you, fitting better than a glove.

theodore rests his chin on your shoulder, holding back a smirk as he sees you mourning the idea of leaving the dress here— it's just so pretty! and theodore's compliments don't help!

🗯️ : but teddy, it's really cold these days. i wouldn't be able to wear it, anyways.

t : and that's why we learned simple warming charms during third year.

🗯️ : sure, but— i don't have where to use it, so it's not worth it if it's just going to look pretty in my dresser.

t : no worries, bambina. i'll think about a perfect date for you to wear this, looking so pretty for me. bellissima, la mia bella ragazza.

NO USE IN ARGUING WITH HIM; theodore nott always wins these rounds. the battle is won, and the war is benefitting his side.

even if you do not let him spoil you with such impulsive thoughts and freedom, theodore would never, for the life of him, let you pay for a single coffee or meal while you're with him.

lunches at hogsmeade are a favorite of his. obviously, he's paying. this slytherin doesn't joke about the topic; will give you the biggest side eye if you take out your wallet.

who do you think he is? his mother raised a man that knows how to treat a girl right, and a good boyfriend! no way in hell is any soul at hogsmeade, scotland, europe— hell, galaxy!— considering that he's not taking care of his amata ragazza properly.

ALL IN ALL, THEODORE FINDS IT SWEET how much you worry over it, and insist that he could spend this same money on things that he likes.

but that's what you fail to understand— what theodore likes, more than a new book with a promising synopsis, or an exquisite astrolobe— is seeing you smile for something that he got you.

﹙★﹚ won't give you gifts to earn his forgiveness earlier, though. he wants his presents to feel like he genuinely thought you'd like it, not as a bargain or bribery.

anyways, i love this man. 🌷

[opultea]

Babe, Look at Me!

Things the Genshin men do to try and impress you. ft. Alhaitham, Lyney, Morax (Zhongli), Itto

Fluff - Romantic - SFW - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Headcanons

Word Count: 0.8k

Alhaitham

So here’s the thing

Alhaitham ain’t a man to show off

He literally doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of him

Except for a special someone (¬‿¬)

(That’s you boo)

Alhaitham still doesn’t show off in the classic way. Definitely doesn’t go out of his way to make you view him doing certain things

But if the opportunity presents itself naturally… then why not take it?

I’m talking lifting up the hem off his shirt to wipe sweat off his brow when he’s working out with/near you, changing shirts just a little bit slower than he usually would if you’re around, putting a bit more effort in winning a debate he’s in with another scholar when you’re with him, flexing his bicep when you hold his arm

It’s the little things

But boy do they work

Sports a smug little smile when he sees you affected by him

If you get flustered and smack his chest to tell him to stop, he'll just give you a slight smile and tell you he has no idea what you're talking about

Lyney

As if this guy won't spend ages perfecting that trick where he pulls a bouquet from nowhere so he can gradually pull out bigger and bigger bouquets to give you

He already practices his tricks almost constantly, dead set on perfecting every little thing

But with you on his mind?

That spark to do his best grows into a fervent flame like no other

Lynette doesn't complain about his childish wish to impress you as long as it's improving his performance (and making him happier), but she definitely rolls her eyes at him when she overhears him practising his line delivery for when he gifts you the rainbow roses he bought earlier

He personally invites you to every one of his shows, and though he understands if you can't make it every time, he smiles so wide when you say yes that you're tempted to push aside all your other commitments anyway

After the show, he'll pull you aside and ask what you thought, all while trying to appear as if he isn't nervously awaiting your approval

Morax

I’ve specified Morax here because this is based in the universe of my Zhongli x Cloud God Reader head cannon (from my Where’s My Kiss? drabbles)

Look, he’s a young, proud, powerful god with his eye on the lovely cloud god that he sees roaming above sometimes, and he can’t help but try to do certain things hoping you’ll be watching from your domain

Morax in his dragon form taking more causal flights around Liyue than he used to, certainly not because he knows you can see his magnificent true form from your palace in the heavens when he flies past

Although he doesn’t often involve himself in battle unless necessary, he’s found himself allowing the yaksha to spar with him with the excuse that he believes it will test their limits (and definitely not because he wants you to see how powerful he is)

You agreed to help him train the yaksha, and as you stand at the side of the small battleground Morax locks eyes with you as he does his finishing move in a 'cool guys don't look at explosions' way

Definitely smirks a little when he sees how it affects you

Itto

Actually says the phrase 'Babe, look at me!' all the time

Literally will do anything and then turn to you to receive his head pat and praise

Loves to flex (both literally and figuratively)

Takes extra special care of his horns and hair the night before he's going to see you just to fish for extra compliments

If you don't immediately acknowledge the extra care he took and the extra shine on his horns, he'll clear his throat and place his hand on his head to make you look up at his horns

If you still don't compliment him or act impressed (which you've definitely done just to tease him) he'll get sooo pouty, poor baby :((

But of course, you always act so impressed in the end, often turning it up to eleven jokingly

Itto will take any and all compliments seriously though, no matter how dramatic you're acting with them

"Thanks babe, knew you'd notice."

He acts cool by sweeping back his flowing mane as if he wasn't hunched over pouting two seconds ago

"My horns are just too cool for their own good, you know? Feels like I gotta reign in my own awesomeness sometimes, otherwise everyone will be all up on me and you'll get lost in the crowd of admirers! And we can't have that, huh? You're the numero uno cheerleader for this numero uno leader!"

[knockknockitsnickels]

~✨IMAGINE✨~ You're at a Christmas party. You need to go to the bathroom. You need someone to watch your drink. Whoever could you ask? Observe. Explanations below the cut.

S Tier

Shifty: It's a little beneath her, but sure. She can just get one of her multitudes to watch it until you get back.

Princess and the Dragon: Absolutely. Also could possibly use the weird fusion thing she's got going on to give you live updates on how your drink is doing.

Hunted: Protects your drink with his life. Hisses at anyone who gets too close.

A Tier

Prisoner: Pris is already just sitting blankly in the corner, she doesn't mind doing that and also watching your drink.

Base Princess: She's happy to help, though I could see her getting a bit impatient if you take too long. Still probably one of your best options.

Thorn: Thorn is surprised you trust her and promises to make good on that. If she perceives a threat she swallows your drink whole, glass and all.

Hero: Hero's a nice dude who would probably be happy to watch your drink for you. That said he also strikes me as the kind of guy to forget it's yours and absently take a sip of it.

Spectre: She's happy to watch it for you, but she's also incorporeal, which might hamper her ability to do so. That said, she can probably just de-heart anyone who tries to mess with it.

Adversary : Takes protecting your drink as a challenge and her sacred duty. Beats up anyone who approaches her while she's holding it. Probably spills it everywhere in the process. It's the thought that counts.

B Tier

HEA: She'll probably be happy to watch it for you if you ask but also like. This party is HER moment. She is living her hot girl summer this winter and you should really just leave her to it.

Broken: Likewise with broken, he's not a bad option but you should probably let him have a night off.

Wraith: She's a little annoyed you asked but Wraith strikes me as a girl's girl. She'd probably watch it for you.

Narrator: He's SO mad you asked. "You're not here to have fun, you're here to slay the princess!" (he'll still watch it for you, but he'll complain the entire time).

Fury: Fury gets bored while waiting for you to come back and starts atomizing your drink. She reassembles it before you return but it still tastes a little funny.

C Tier

Stranger: As she exists in her route, probably a bad idea (she's got a lot going on). As the heart princess, however, she's one of your best options (more eyes and hands = extra attention being paid to your drink).

Wounded Wild: She's like SUPER touched you trust her enough to ask but regretfully informs you that she doesn't really have hands to hold it with.

Cage: Cage just leaves her head at a table to watch your drink while the rest of her body does something else. She can't really stop anyone from messing with it but at least she's keeping an eye out for you.

Paranoid: On the one hand he's suspicious of literally everything which might make him a good choice, but on the other hand I feel like he might work himself into a panic attack while you're gone. I'd rather not do that to him.

Damsel: Of course she'll watch your drink for you, if that's what would make you happy! She puts in an honest effort but she's also probably going to forget it on a table somewhere.

The Long Quiet: TLQ is basically just you so idk, what would YOU do? 🤨

D Tier

Cheated: Agrees to watch your drink, then immediately trips and drops it on the floor.

Stubborn: Stubborn's kind of a tossup depending on his mood. If he's already doing something else he's probably not going to help you (additionally, even if you do convince him to help there's a very real chance he'll end up using your glass as a weapon in a bar fight).

Den: Smacks it off a table in typical cat fashion. Seems to feel pretty bad about it after, but doesn't have any money to buy you a new one.

Smitten: Ditches your drink to go flirt with the nearest princess.

Nightmare: It's near impossible to ask, since you can't get close enough to her without your organs shutting down (that said I think she'd probably be cool with it).

Skeptic: I this with love but given Skeptic's track record I think there's a high chance he'll get distracted by some other mystery and forget all about your drink.

M.O.C: Has many arms with which to hold and protect your drink, but also lacks a face with which to watch it.

Wild: Fuses with you into one ultimate being. Now *we're* going to the bathroom.

E Tier

Apotheosis: As you approach her outside (she can't fit in the building) your drink is pulled from your hand by her gravitational force and floats away. You're not getting it back.

Contrarian: While you're gone he dumps your drink out on the floor bc he thinks it'd be funny. He immediately feels bad about it and goes to buy you a new one but he doesn't actually know what you had before so he just ends up getting you a coke zero.

Drowned Grey: When you return, the contents of your glass have been replaced by a strange, murky liquid. It carries a faint scent of blood. You ask her what it is and she vanishes with a mysterious smile.

Eye of the Needle: Smashes your drink on the ground and demands you fight her in the parking lot.

Cold: Takes your drink, then leaves it on a table and watches from a distance "just to see what happens."

Tower: Downs your drink while maintaining unbroken eye contact. Claims she thought you bought it for her. Obviously lying.

F Tier

Beast: Swallows your drink whole. She gets broken glass stuck in her throat and you have to take her to the emergency room.

Razor: Your glass slides out of her knife hands and shatters on the floor. Then she skewers you.

Witch: Throws your drink on the ground, laughs at you, then steps on some of the broken glass while trying to walk away. That's another emergency room visit.

Burned Grey: Before you can ask her anything, she sets the both of you and the entire bar on fire.

Opportunist: I don't think I need to explain why asking him is a bad idea. He gives your drink away to the first person who asks. Actually, they probably don't even need to ask.

Anyway have fun and be responsible this holiday season also feel free to add any additions/corrections you have, bye.

[itsa-not-me]

I'm having a conversation with someone and this idea hit me.

Have a thought, an ask, a burning desire? send me an ask why don't you? It might just spark something

Content warning;

Aliens, tentacles, very under negotiated kink, kind of dub con? maybe IDK?

Alien Konig is sent to Earth to collect human specimen for his planet's research breeding program. He's told that idealistically at least four of siring group and four of the brooding group. Konig is very happy to help his planet. He's a very good alien.

So he finds four siring humans (and how convenient for him that they were in a group together). The brooding humans are a little harder since he's a little pickier. He wants to make sure that he gets good matches. But he's determined and he finds four brooding humans that he thinks will pair well with the sires.

And then he gets some...interesting news.

The program is going to expand to interspecies relations, would Konig mind grabbing another brooding human? They'll still need to find someone of their species willing to participate but-what? Konig you'll do it? Why Konig, who knew you were such a dedicated researcher.

Yes Konig is a very dedicated researcher...He's also a human fucker but his fellow researchers don't need to know that.

So Konig now has the pleasure of looking for a brood human to be his partner in research. He's a bit picky actually. He doesn't want just any brood human, he does have standards. For a second he thinks he's not going to find someone, and then he finds reader.

Reader who seems to be made of all of Konig's fantasies. Like she walked out of one of his dreams. He knows that she has to the one he takes. One quick teleport kidnapping in the middle of the night and everything is all set to go. And reader doesn't even seem to be that scared of him! The hood to cover his face was a great idea. Some species didn't react well to his species facial tentacles or beaks.

Once he's sure she's awake and fully cognizant of what's going on he explains who he is and the mission he's been sent on, and what both their purposes are here. Little does Konig realize that reader is the monster fucker to his human fucker. Really he's such a lucky alien.

He's surprised but very pleased when reader says she'll happily help with research. They spend several Earth evenings discussing human anatomy and mating rituals, Konig making diligent notes and asking what someone might think are invasive questions. Some of them make Reader blush but Konig just thinks it's a pretty look on her and goes to ask about that too. Eventually they get to a point where all the questions he can think of have answers, all that's left is the practicum.

And that's how they end up here. Reader is sat naked in this heavily padded chair, the back set to an angle so she's reclined for it to be comfortable. Each wrist is set in an arm brace, but don't worry Konig makes sure it's not too tight on her. Her ankles are also strapped down, legs spread by what looks like medical stirrups. It looks a little intimidating at first, but Konig goes through so much effort to make sure she's comfortable.

Once she's all set Konig starts from the top, brushing his finger tip against her hairline and over her face, repeating what he thinks the names are. Sometimes reader agrees, or she'll correct him, like when he called her nose a button. The first snag is when he accidentally scratches her cheek with his nail.

He pulls back when she hisses, eyes widening as he sees a small red cut along the curve. He apologizes and goes to get some healing spray. One quick spritz later and it's like the cut is never there. Konig notes that the human flesh is less tough than his own. He's promises to be extra careful as he continues. Reader's lips part when he traces their cupid's bow, and his hood moves with his tentacles in curiosity at the sight of her tongue.

He pushes his finger past her lips to feel the texture of her tongue and he's amazed at how soft it is. He follows the feel of it to the back of reader's throat but pulls his back when he feels her cough. She has to explain what a gag reflex is, and it leads to so many new questions. He learns what the reflex is used for, and is curious to know that not every human has one. He asks what positives can come from such a thing and his interest is piqued when reader says it's a positive during...oral sex? Konig is surprised that humans can reproduce via their mouths.

Reader is blushing again when she explains that humans don't reproduce via their mouths. Konig tilts his head and asks what the point is then. Read explains that it's a way to stimulate and pleasure a partner's sexual organs. Konig is immediately looking between reader's thighs. She wants to close her legs but well...stirrups and bound ankles.

Konig bends down to get a closer look at her cunt, noting how the position of her spread legs cause her lips to open to reveal the rest of her. He notes that there's some shine but decides to ask about it later. Instead, remembering what happened to her cheek, he very carefully traces a finger down one lip. It's fascinating the way it causes her leg muscles to jump.

He asks how a partner is suppose to pleasure her here. He waits as she explains in halting phrases how other humans use their mouths and fingers. He asks if doing such is always pleasurable and she explains that sometimes a partner isn't skilled enough. Konig makes a thoughtful noise as he stares at her cunt. His species doesn't have lips, and he doubts that beaks are particularly pleasant. But his species facial tentacles are rather...dexterous.

He lifts his hood covering enough that a few are revealed and he hears reader squeak. He looks up at her and she's staring at the gentle sway that they do without him thinking to hard about it. She doesn't seem to be so upset about it so...

He rests his hands on her thighs and lean in closer, now operating on feel more than sight. The first swipe of his tentacle makes her jump, he can feel it in his hands and the tip of his tentacle. He gives her a moment before trying it again, gently tracing the shape of her lips and moving inward with each pass. He feels reader moving her hips and pulls back to ask why she's doing so.

He listens intently as she explains, without looking at him now how strange, that his tentacle did feel good, but she was trying to get the touch else where, more inward. In particularly on her clit. Konig looks back at her cunt and notices the little nub towards the top of it, a little puffy and engorged, it does seem to beg his attention. He flicks a tentacle tip against it and is gifted with the sound of reader moaning.

He finds he enjoys the sound. He wants more of it.

He continues the action, trying different speeds and pressure against her clit. He notices that the slow flicks with more pressure makes her whine and squirm her lips again, but the fast ones with the same pressure makes her yelp and pull away. So sensitive her clit seems to be. He eases up the pressure and that seems to please her, moaning again like she did the first time.

As he continues his flicking though Konig notices there's a slickness that's seeping out of her. He pulls back again, stopping his flicking and making reader moan in disappointment. He's torn between asking why she sounds so upset and asking about the slickness. He's so curious though, wants to know if hers is like the kind that their tentacles secrete to keep from drying out.

It's not, she explains in a rush, like she's desperate for something. It's more a lubricant her body makes so it's easier for her to accept a cock for mating. And that catches Konig's attention. Lubricant for mating? He runs a separate tentacle through her wetness and oh, it feels so silky.

For some reason he's struck with the urge to taste it. He brings the tentacle to his beak and takes a hesitant lick of it. Only to discover how divine it tastes. His species can't moan like humans but he hopes the trill that comes from his chest expresses how pleased he is. He wants more of her taste, he craves it.

With a new found urgency his tentacle is back to trace her wetness to it's source, her hole that seems to tighten as soon as one of his tentacles circles the edge of it. Reader's making the same sound she did before when he first flicked her clit, and she's pleading with him, though he isn't really sure what for. But surely if she enjoyed what he's done to her clit, making the same noise means she wants him to continue.

So he does, pushing his tentacle into her cunt and oh, oh this is so new. She's so warm, and wet, and soft. It's nothing like the cloaca of his species. He can already feel his phallus start to push against his vent, and he can only imagine what she would feel like if he used it to fill her instead.

But that can wait for another day.

He's too busy trying to pull more of that natural sweetness from her, tip of his tentacle curving to drag along the walls of her cunt in hopes of rewarding him. It makes her hips jump again, and this time a cry tearing from her lips. Before he can stop though she's begging for the opposite, for him to keep going. Given how her walls are starting to clamp down on his tentacle he can only assume he's doing something right.

So he gives into her pleas and he doesn't stop. He continues the dragging motion of his tentacle, putting more pressure when one particular spot seems to affect her more than the others. The sounds she's making are becoming more high pitched, and it seems like she can't stop herself from begging for more. Silly reader, doesn't she realize Konig is more than happy to give her what she wants?

Between gasps she garbles something about her clit, and Konig takes it as a sign to give it attention again. With a tentacle not busy filling (and honestly deliciously abusing) her cunt, he flicks her clit again and is rewarded with a whine as she clamps down tighter on the tentacle inside of her. It seems she likes when he does that. So he continues to do it, flicking it with the same speed and pressure as he was before. He's glad he learned to be so dexterous with his facial tentacles or else he doesn't know if he'd be able to move the two of them so independently of each other.

Reader is making higher and higher pitched noises more frequently and Konig gets the impression they are working her towards something. Whatever it is, she seems stuck after a few moments, whining and sounding like she is close to crying with the way she is hiccupping. Konig wants to pull away to ask what is wrong but he remembers how fervently she had begged him not to stop earlier. So he doesn't but he suddenly gets an idea. He knows she enjoys him flicking her clit, but what about other clitoral stimuli?

He wraps the tentacle as delicately as he can around her clit, trying not to use too much strength as he squeezes it and gives it pull. It certainly does something. As soon as he was squeezing, reader was screaming, back arching against the exam chair. Konig would have pulled back but the way she squeezes down on the tentacle inside her has Konig wondering if it's actually a good sound.

And then he get's a face full of her wetness. And Konig has found Nirvana. It him just right that he essentially got a beak full, flooding his senses with the taste and smell of her.

It's addicting.

It makes all reason and logic leave his mind.

He's only left with the one raging instinct to do whatever it takes to get more.

Edit

I hope poor reader is in to have her pussy fucking destroyed. Man's gonna be on a sex ban for weeks.

Edit Edit;

is this good to anyone? I had an idea and then kind of rolled with it.

[beiibeiii]

"baby." she's got to be crazy

short arlecchino angst-ish hcs bc ive had alot on my mind lately and im sleepy (wlw)

art - tehettenandayo on twt

every morning she tries to leave the house as early as possible to avoid you. somedays, she leaves before the sun even rises. she most certainly makes a lot of effort in trying to get away from you. call her selfish, she doesn't really care. she doesn't want to bother making one extra serving of coffee or breakfast. you can always make it yourself.

arlecchino would take her wedding ring off and pockets it when she's at work as the 4th fatui harbinger. she doesn't want people to think she's gone weak. not letting people know she's taken by you. she only wears the wedding ring when she's around you so you don't question her.

she fucking hates physical touch and stupid cheesy 'lover' things. she feel sick just at the thought of someone else's arms all over her. she hates it when she has to call you "baby" or "my dear". especially in public, she just sort of half mumbles the pet names quietly. she wouldn't want people to hear her say such sappy shit. it isn't like you don't already have a name anyways.

i cant see her ever responding to your text messages properly, like she has so much better things to do. she leaves you on sent or read most the times. occasionally hitting you with the "👍" if shes being nice. probably ghosts u alot lol. you have tried to confront her about it. she just tells you she doesn't have time.

same goes for when you call her. whether if it is a emergency or not, you'd get sent straight to voicemail. she doesn't check those either.

she dislikes it alot when you try to post photos of you two on social media. she just doesn't want to be seen with you. not only that, the captions you put in are way too 'cutesy' for her style. she has a reputation to hold after all.

arlecchino probably doesn't have high libido at all. she's rarely ever in the mood. whenever you do ask her, she just tells you she's busy with something else. you feel embarrassed for even building up the courage at all. that was the last time you openly talked about having sex together.

whenever you two somehow end up fucking, arlecchino always has her mind elsewhere. more worried about how much banging noises the headboard is making or how much of a bother it is to change the bed sheets after. there is no aftercare too. the most you'd probably get is a "you did well." afterwards, you'd succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep. only to find yourself alone that next morning.

[nattikay]

...hmm...just thinkin' about an Avatar "no angst" AU, y'know, like an AU where the characters who died in the first movie just...didn't? For example...

• Tsu'tey and Sylwanin are both alive and well. They officially tied the knot not long after the point when Sylwanin would've died in canon, and already have a child together by the time Jake arrives on Pandora.

• Eytukan also lives and therefore he and Mo'at are still leading the clan, though of course Tsu'tey and Sylwanin are next in line.

• Because the schoolhouse incident never happened in this AU, Grace was never kicked out of the village; her school is still running and she is on good terms with the Omatikaya.

• The RDA is overall less psychotic than they are in canon, and the Avatar Program has been largely successful in establishing diplomacy with the local clans. There is still some level of tension between the humans and the Na'vi of course, because the humans are ultimately still there to mine unobtainium and the Na'vi would prefer there was no mining at all, but in this AU the RDA is at least principled enough to not do things like bulldoze the Tree of Voices or bomb Hometree etc. (so, Hometree is still standing). Jake was never asked to spy on the Na'vi.

• Grace is actually the one to introduce Jake to Neytiri when she brings Jake and Norm along to the school one day. Neytiri is intrigued by the goofy non-scientist "warrior" dreamwalker and Jake finds himself equally intrigued by her; they begin spending more and more time together, and when Jake expresses curiosity about her way of life Neytiri just naturally kinda takes it upon herself to teach him the ways of the clan.

• Because Neytiri is neither tsakarem nor engaged to Tsu'tey in this AU, her romance with Jake is not quite as ~forbidden~ as it was in canon (and honestly they make zero effort to hide their feelings; the whole clan knows lol). The only remaining barrier is the fact that he's a dreamwalker and how that may affect things.

• Jake and Neytiri fall head over heels for each other about as fast as they do in canon; after three months Jake is already fully convinced that he wants remain with Neytiri and the clan for the rest of his life rather than ever go back to Earth, where there is nothing left for him. Even getting the spinal surgery to fix his legs no longer holds any interest for him, since of course his avatar body can walk just fine.

• By that point Neytiri begs Mo'at and Eytukan to let Jake do the coming-of-age ceremonies and become part of the clan so they can become mates. Mo'at and especially Eytukan are hesitant, but Mo'at consults Eywa and Eywa sends a sign of approval, so they allow it. Jake spends about an extra month preparing more specifically for Iknimaya and Uniltaron, and soon after completing those he and Neytiri actually get to have a proper mating ceremony. Jake does go through the permanent consciousness transfer at some point, though I haven't yet come up with the exact circumstances there...

• The Sully kids get to have more extended family! Grandpa Eytukan, Uncle Tsu'tey, and Aunt Sylwanin are all still around, along with a handful of cousins (Tsu'tey's and Sylwanin's kids).

• Quaritch never shot Grace in this AU, which means she never had to undergo the attempted consciousness transfer, which means Kiri wasn't conceived the way she was in canon. Buuuuuut I still want Kiri as part of the Sully family, so in this AU she is Jake and Neytiri's biological daughter and Neteyam's twin. She doesn't have the special Eywa powers that she has in canon, but does still have a spiritually-minded personality, and is a strong candidate for next tsakarem after Sylwanin. Grace still adores and dotes on her, especially when she shows interest in botany.

• Norm and Trudy are happy in a long-term relationship.

• There was no Battle at the Hallelujah Mountains, therefore Paz didn't die and was still around to raise Spider (undecided on how involved Quaritch was though).

• I like to imagine that in this AU Paz and Trudy are good friends, both being pilots and all. It's through Trudy that Paz and Spider become involved with folks from the Avatar program and Spider meets the Sully kids.

• Because she doesn't have the RDA-related traumas she has in canon, Neytiri is totally chill with Spider in this AU. She is mostly just curiously amused by the strange little human boy running around with his Na'vi friends.

• Spider is semi-trilingual English/Spanish/Na'vi. English is his go-to since everyone he knows can speak it, but he can also do some Spanish (Paz and maybe Trudy's influence) and quite a lot of Na'vi (Omatikaya influence, though Norm was thrilled to help when he caught wind that Spider was interested in learning). Sometimes he (subconsciously) mixes up a combination of any two or even all three and spews out mishmash sentences no one else understands immediately and has to stop and re-word.

• Because Quaritch is not the Big Bad Evil Guy the way he is in canon, Spider isn't really bothered by being called Miles. However, the nickname "Spider" somehow just stuck when he was very young so most people still call him that; it's mostly just Paz (and Quaritch) who call him Miles.

• Jake is not Toruk Makto in this AU, because with the RDA being more cooperative/less aggressive, he never needed to be. He and Neytiri are just normal (albeit well-liked/respected) hunters in the clan. Perhaps eventually a day will come when Toruk Makto is needed and Jake will have some reason to step up...but not yet. He's perfectly content being just a regular clan member.

• This has the side-effect of lessening Neteyam and Lo'ak's dramatic stunts as teenagers, because the legacy they're trying to live up to is simply "strong respectable hunter" rather than "legendary olo'eyktan Toruk Makto"

[angeliteeyes]

Yandere mikan rambling... which is just canon mikan—

Been in a bit of a writing rut so just trying to get back into the swing of things. blep. Just gonna go ahead and post it as soon as I finish

When she realizes you're not feeling well, you expect her to freak out and start going totally overboard on taking care of you, becoming even more panicked and anxious than her usual self. To your credit, you're half right. She does indeed take painstakingly thorough care of you every single moment, without fail. Yet...

Something shifts. The further into your illness you go, the more you begin to notice her typical demeanor drop to the wayside. You're not quite sure what the right words to describe this new version of her would be—or at least, how she appears. Calm? Stable? Normally, you're so keen on her relaxing and letting go of her worries. But somehow, seeing her serene expression as she's hovering over you, spoonfeeding you your favorite soup, doesn't bring you quite the comfort you expected it to. And eventually, you realize why.

This is the happiest you've ever seen her.

Sure, she's been "happy" before. It's not as if she's incapable of positive emotions. Still, though, it's never been that straightforward with her. Each and every time previously that you've seen her smile, there's been a catch, a side effect of her eternally warped perception of herself intent on destroying whatever little joy she obtains. You couldn't even ask her out without needing to reassure her of your genuineness a million times over and that no, you didn't mean as some sort of pet or plaything. And no, she doesn't have to take her clothes off just to make you happy or not hate her. Keep them on.

With that in mind, you really should be thankful that she's handling your health troubles so well, so gracefully. It's better than her constant breakdowns, right? So you let it go.

Nighttime rolls around (although to you, the entire day's essentially been one long period of rest). Mikan crawls into bed with you after stating that your specific issue isn't contagious. Though, when you try to get more information out of her, asking for her professional opinion on what it actually is, she merely hushes you. Says not to worry about it and just rest. Let her take care of it. Of you.

When the sun's rays beam down onto Mikan, so does the weight of it and everyone else's perception of her. It's as if she views anything other than pure darkness as a spotlight shining down upon her, ready at any moment to expose the rottenness she claims is hiding beneath her flesh. Her touches in the day are so timid, fragile even, and always followed along by a signature flinch and token apology, despite your many efforts to reassure her not to worry so much.

At night, though, she flourishes. You've even taken to pretending to fall asleep much sooner than you actually do, all to provide her a little extra peace of mind, free of the burden of eyes looming over her. It makes her feel safer, you think. Her fingers like to caress you gently while she's under the impression that you won't notice and risk getting mad at her. Tonight is no different in that regard.

What is different is the sensation of her limbs cradling you, enveloping you in ways far bolder than even her normal way of latching onto you at night. By all means, you should be enjoying this sweet occurrence like you always do. But you can't shake the feeling of her grip tightening and constricting, akin to a boa about to secure its next meal. The way untold secrets linger in the little air you can manage to breathe into your lungs. Of how little of those hidden truths are known to you.

Another quirk of hers that rears its head around this time is her sleeptalking. Honestly, it's the highlight of most of your days, especially when you can get her to respond. In this state, her words become surprisingly bold—a result of her inability to feel shame or social pressure, you suppose.

You don't need to be able to see her to tell that she's already dozed off. Her body parts weigh down on you just a little heavier than before, and the faintest of sounds start to creep out of her unconscious mind and into your ears. For now, they're only soft sighs. The deeper her slumber grows, though, the more coherent her slurred words start to become. You lean in closer to catch what she says next.

"...Forever...Take care of you, I promise..."

You whisper back in reply. Gently, you remind her of how your health issues are only temporary, how you'll be back to normal in no time. Even if she's unconscious, you can't help but want to comfort her. That's what love is, after all, isn't it? Wanting the person you care for to be well and happy?

She doesn't respond immediately, or even soon after for that matter. The pause is long enough that you're fooled into believing her to be done talking altogether, and you start to nod off into a deep sleep of your own.

You don't catch her final words.

"You don't get it. That's ok, though... I will take care of you, until death do us part."

[wrens-garden]

To preface, this is me exploring the relationships Aura has, focused on the ships I found, but this is just general exploration and shit so could be read platonically or romantically. It's very long so, be warned

Navi is, as we know, Aura's first friend. Aura chose to save it in the escape despite what I'm assuming is protocol. Since the crash, Aura has been acting as guard and nurse to Navi, finding and providing medical aid, as well as defending Navi's unconscious body from assumed threats. Stars made no move in using Navi, nor revealing what Navi is to people who could be inclined to. Of course, that is basic decency, and I'm sure many would do the same, but because of Aura's upbringing, I'm going to point it out. Now we don't actually know much about Navi, it is very much unconscious, and there have been no interactions between them outside of the beginning cutscene. However, based on how much Aura cares about Navi and based on what Navi said to Epsilon, they're close and will continue to be so. Now, because of the lack of knowledge about their relationship, it's hard to say which way it'll lead, but I think it's safe to say they'll only get closer once Navi wakes up, with Aura taking the lead until Navi can orientate itself, but before Navi wakes I'm expecting to see a lot more of Aura defending Navi to the best of stars ability and general caretaking. After Navi wakes, it's entirely up in the air.

Vick is admittedly kinda tough, Aura doesn't super trust him and is kinda scared of him, scared enough to be firmly stuck in people-pleasing mode to keep him on their side. However, Vick is quite serious about living with Aura and is quite determined to find a way to defend their home and also to locate the captain. They are pretty in sync for being near strangers, Aura tending to Navi and the home, and Vick adventuring and finding things. Aura is, of course, doing a lot of this for Vick because star thinks they have to, but Vick is genuine. I feel like once Aura can overcome their fear of Vick, or stars idea of Vick, then they would run together like a well-oiled machine.

Vesper would be a good balance for Aura. Aura isn't weak or stupid, just sheltered however, Vesper would be able to spot untrustworthy people more easily and have the defence and plans to get out of situations. Now I won't say Vesper would ever endanger Evren or herself for Aura, but she'd provide extra protection and possibly could teach Aura a thing or two about defence. Aura is booksmart, not streetsmart, something that Vesper definitely is. Like I said, they balance each other out. Also, Vesper would probably understand Aura's need to protect Navi, and could possibly assist, or at least help Aura come up with a better lie and/or protection. With recent lore in mind, Vesper did warn Aura via message when Aura was talking with Epsilon, Vesper obviously knows what Epsilon is, and like I said, has a lot more knowledge when it comes to things Aura doesn't know. Vesper is also a lot more conscious of Aura's wariness, possibly could relate to them in that regard, and so does seem to make an effort to not push star in ways she would not want to be.

Evren balances Aura differently, while Vesper balances Aura in work areas, Evren balances Aura in fun areas. Evren matches Aura's energy when it comes to finding cool shit, and they both get quite excited about eachothers discoveries. Evren also brings out a more relaxed, playful and flirty side of Aura, no matter how unintentionally the flirting is said, Evren does tease Aura for it, making a lot of conversations lighter. Evren is the first person Aura tells that stars a criminal or at least that they've stolen something valuable, he can presumably guess what Aura took, but never says it. Evren also recognises that Aura is more of a lover, not a fighter, and encourages them to make things more than just weapons, like defence. Evren also warned Aura of Epsilon, and I believe is the one who suggested that they take Epsilon to Aura instead of just pointing it in the right direction. I can't say for certain, but I can imagine Evren would be willing to help Aura protect Navi, or at least would be understanding of Aura's predicament, he already has been.

Mi-go and Aura are both engineers, and Aura is quite fascinated with Mi-go and the things she does. I don't want to make too much of a leap, but I think Aura would be willing to provide hair or something for Mi-go to clone them or whatever it is that she does. The only issues would be that I'm not too sure Mi-go would be against using Navi as a power source, obviously Aura being heavily against it would certainly persuade Mi-go, but still, also Daiv told Aura that Mi-go was interested in stars ship, and nothing good comes from that. Besides that, they have a good relationship. Mi-go is always willing to show off its machines and the things she makes, and Aura is always willing to look at said things. Mi-go is quite the entertainer, and Aura is always willing to be entertained. And vice versa. Mi-go and Aura have similar interests, one could say, or at least similar jobs and skills, and that certainly helps their relationship. Mi-go could definitely bring some excitement to Aura's life, and Aura could mellow Mi-go out a little. They balance each other well.

Asrickus is almost obvious. The fact that Ricky here is two steps away from giggling and kicking his feet around Aura practically speaks for itself. But I must read deeper. Aura is fascinated by Asrickus and has been very willing to provide things and make things for both bounty hunters. Of course, this could be a situation similar to Vick, fawning to survive. However, I genuinely believe Asrickus thinks too highly of Aura to be willing to agree to a bounty on star, not that I'm convinced he'd get one. Asrickus, in general, is always glad to talk with Aura, Aura seems to be in a similar boat. Asrickus is always amazed by Aura's skills and powers, which, yet again, Aura is in the same boat. Their relationship is strong, whether romantic or platonic, and both are pretty willing to help the other. They are kinda similar, so in that way, their relationship will certainly go far

[seventeen-roxy]

RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HIP HOP UNIT ☀︎︎

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ; ROXY. ship name: cheolxy

He really didn't want a girl to join the lineup because it didn't seem right.

When Roxy showed up in the green room to prove herself he then understood why she was called the best female trainee under Pledis. He just accepted her and had some sort of profound respect for her even if you were barely just a teenager at the time.

Being the leader and oldest member of the group meant that he needed to make sure that everyone felt comfortable however he was extra careful with Roxy because she looked so fragile in his eyes but he knew that she could take care of herself just fine.

He would have Roxy be beside him at any times while being in crowded places because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

He was so sad when Pledis decided to have her be part of the performance unit instead of the hip hop unit because he fought so hard for her.

He would send Roxy pics of Kkuma because he knows how much she loves her.

JEON WONWOO ; ROXY. ship name: rowon

The gaming duo.

At first, when he heard that a girl was gonna join the lineup, he thought that it was going to ruin everything but when Roxy showed up, everything changed because she was more than just a random girl that was going to join the group.

He was always polite to her, sometimes too polite, but he was just trying to be nice.

He always gave her snacks after practice because he knew that the diet she was going through was rough.

He made an effort to play her favorite game of all the time and it actually turned out that he liked it and understood why she liked it so much.

He has huge collection of glasses because of Roxy, since she would always buy a pair of the cutest ones she would find in different shops. He actually doesn't admit that he has a huge shelf where he stores them all on though.

They would have game nights a lot.

KIM MINGYU ; ROXY. ship name: gyuxy

He's such a teaser.

He was excited when he got to know that Roxy was gonna join the group. He thought that she was gonna make the group even more special with her presence in it.

He would playfully tease Roxy everyday by ruffling her hair, speaking to her in a baby voice, picking her up out of literally nowhere and just being really clingy in general which would make Roxy annoyed at first but now she got used to it.

He has a room in his house that was made for her specifically with all her essentials.

They ask each other for fashion tips and what to wear each day.

Roxy knows that Mingyu is huge yapper, so she would take the time to listen to all the different stories he'd have to tell and then she'd do the same.

At one point they got so close(in friendship) that Mingyu started catching feelings for Roxy but then he forgot that she was still too young to date, so she let her go unfortunately. (the only one that knew about his crush was Wonwoo)

CHWE HANSOL VERNON ; ROXY. ship name: rosol

He didn't mind having a girl in the group (he's literally cool with anything).

During their trainee days they would speak english most of the time because he knew that Roxy's Korean wasn't the best at the time.

Roxy would literally ask him to hang out because he's usually quiet and she doesn't mind a little quiet time sometimes.

He makes an effort to watch her favorite YouTubers even thought she never forced him to watch them. He actually really enjoys their videos and would watch them to pass time instead of doing more important things or watch his favorite YouTubers.

Sometimes he despises how awkward he could be and Roxy would just try and show him that being awkward isn't anything to be ashamed of.

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