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fairestwriting · 2 days ago

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Hi! Could I request Diasomnia with a reader who got injured but is too stubborn to let them help? Idk if you do platonic works but I would prefer this was. Romantic is fine tho :) have a nice day

i do write platonic relationships yeah! i wrote this one thinking of the reader more like their close friend but if someone wants to interpret it as a crush thing i think it could work too. i hope you have a nice day too <3

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

Malleus has enough common sense to not lose his mind over little scrapes, even though he’d honestly still want you to put a bandaid over it. But having mentioned that before, and receiving your very firm response that it was fine, he got the message that you might not like being fussed over.

So he mostly doesn’t voice these thoughts. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, and he does know certain things really are so minor that it won’t make that much of a difference if you try to care for it or not. Even in a human body, which is still something that’s sort of a mystery to him.

But, for that precise reason of him not fully understanding the human healing process, if anything bleeds, or looks noticeably red, he refuses to leave you alone about it. You can still see some hesitancy in his eyes, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but it’s outweighed by worry. ”What if it gets infected, though? Are you sure you don’t want to at least bandage it?” He’s heard infections can get pretty serious, even if they’re very minor at first.

If all other arguments fail to reach you, he’ll ask if you could take care of it for his sake. Because he really hates to see you hurt, so could you just consider making sure it’ll heal faster? He’ll say that even over something like a nastier than average hand burn from cooking, and so honestly too — it’ll really put your stubbornness to test, regardless of how strong it is.

𐙚 Lilia Vanrouge

His knowledge on human injuries is, frankly, a bit all over the place. It’s hard to remember what’s serious and what isn’t when he’s been around for so long, and gotten so many injuries of his own. Sometimes he unconsciously projects his own body’s recovery ability onto others.

Now, that doesn’t mean he’ll be any sort of neglectful of your injuries, though. On the contrary, he insists on personally patching you up every time he catches a glimpse of one. ”Hmm, you don’t want to bother with it? That’s okay. I’ll do it for you, just hold still.” He’s smiling as he talks, not even giving you a chance to properly say no before he’s already taking a closer look at the injury. His grip is too strong for you to pull away, even if it isn’t forceful at all…

When it comes to things like scratches, it’s more of a playful show of affection. He does know it won’t kill you, it doesn’t really need that bandaid and certainly not the little kiss he places over it after— He just wants to show that he cares for you. If you find it flustering that’s just a bonus. And yes, he will still do it even if you’re just friends, just in a more parental sort of way, unless you tell him it genuinely makes you uncomfortable.

If it’s more serious, the sort of thing that could actually cause an infection if not taken care of properly, he’s not as lighthearted. He does still joke a little about how you don’t have to worry about a thing because he’s here to care for you, but mostly to keep the mood light, especially if it looks like something he’d have to take you to the nurse to properly care for. Lilia wonders why you’re so stubborn about the whole thing, maybe it’s a matter of not wanting to seem weak? He hopes you’ll feel more at ease with him, eventually.

𐙚 Silver

To nobody’s surprise, he’ll likely be the most easygoing and knowledgeable of the bunch. There’s no species difference factor at play here, he’s very aware of what can be dangerous if left untreated and what can’t.

He does point out injuries and ask about them if he notices them, no matter how small, but it’s more of an expression of caring about you in general rather than specifically worrying that the bad scrape you got from tripping could make you deathly ill. It won’t really alarm him when you tell him it’s not a big deal, or it doesn’t even hurt. He’ll at most remind you to keep it away from dirt and then drop the subject.

Silver is very quick to recognize what could truly be potentially dangerous, though. Lilia taught him the basics of first aid when he was pretty young, and he later went on to study it in more depth as part of his training. The way he notices and points out things might even come off strange, because he’s usually so laid back in every aspect. Before you can dismiss him he’s already listing all the reasons why your “little scratch” is looking a bit off putting.

Still, he doesn’t want to pressure you, so it might create a bit of a dilemma in his mind when you keep insisting it’s fine. ”I’m being serious here, I’m not trying to annoy you. It’s not supposed to be this red. If you don’t want to see the nurse, at least let me help.” He’ll argue, and he can get pretty firm, but he’ll never cross the line into outright scolding you. You sound honestly careless to him, but he feels like there must be a reason for you to feel that way, and he doesn’t want to pry.

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is about as educated in the topic as Silver, and the difference between how your body recovers from injuries versus his is pretty minimal compared to people like Malleus or Lilia. But. Well. It is Sebek. You can’t really expect him to just let it go, if he likes you enough to consider you at least a friend. He’s just not someone who can be any sort of laid back with those he cares about.

Even though he knows so much about the theory, he does actually get worried if you hurt yourself. Yes, he’s aware that just because the cut you got from peeling some fruit bled a little bit, it doesn’t mean it’s going to get infected if you don’t clean and bandage it within an hour. But every body can be so different, even within the same (or similar) species! Besides, he’s read that poor immune system function can contribute to wounds getting easily infected— And how is he supposed to tell if your immune system is doing perfectly fine, if you’re so guarded even with small injuries. You’d try to hide it if you were feeling sick too, woldn’t you?

Even though he’s the youngest in this group, he’s the one who really comes off like some kind of… nagging parent or overprotective older sibling. Hell, he might even be younger than you, but he’s still pulling bandaids and antiseptic seemingly out of nowhere and scolding you for not taking care of yourself. “You were already careless enough to get hurt, and now you want to just leave it like that?!” He balks at your insistence that it wasn’t a big deal, he didn’t have to do anything or even worry, you’ve dealt with things like that before— Yeah, he’s not listening to any of that.

He might end up overstepping your boundaries a bit in the process, but he really does mean well. It just makes him anxious to see you dismissing your own safety like that, and that makes it hard to try to understand your perspective, whatever it is. You know him well enough to be aware that all the fussing just happens because he cares, and not because he’s genuinely trying to make you feel bad for getting hurt and not wanting to accept help with patching yourself up. If it does end up upsetting you, he’ll be understanding if you bring it up later.

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yossdillo · 1 day ago

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this! THIS!!!

TL;DR as someone who used to work at Jo-Ann's, while I'm not happy about them being shut down I'm also not surprised.

this was going to be a bunch of tags but adding to the post is easier to read: I used to work at one of these places and even before I left they were making bad decisions for the stores, and everyone on ground level was feeling it.

a few examples off the top of my head:

•lots of pre-made stuff and home decor, not a lot of raw materials for crafting

•things we had: fully finished bird baths and lawn decor, kits for making just licensed character crafts, modular interior decor that was all boring

•things we didn't have: materials for soap and candle making, variety in things like yarn, buttons, and thread, wool roving and felting supplies

•insisting on having classes and not putting in the effort to make that system viable (this is why I left BTW, I was putting charge of education and that damn near killed me and is worth a separate rant on its own)

•focusing more on seasonal decor and finished items than staples that crafters were coming regularly to pick up

•not giving our direct supervisors enough hours to make sure the store was appropriately covered, the longer it went on the worse it got; we slowly went from being slammed on weekends and holidays to being slammed consistently throughout the week.

•we had two framers during my time there. both of them were highly skilled individuals with knowledge in different kinds of art and preservation. neither of them were given the time, respect, or compensation they deserved and went off to better jobs.

•and that brings up something else, I realized the work environment was bad when one of our co-workers quit, went to a grocery store chain that is very difficult to get a job at, and came back to visit looking 10 years younger and I will swear on a Bible that's true!

honestly though, one of the things about a job that a lot of people will say rings true: people don't leave jobs, they leave management. my supervisors unfortunately were not up to the task of properly mitigating all of these issues, and instead of fighting for what we needed to do our job well just pushed us to work harder even though we were exhausted, undermanned, and underpaid. I'm fully aware that this is something they suffer from their own supervisors, but the blame chain has to end somewhere and it looks like it ended with the company being shut down.

I'll probably think of more points after hitting reblog on this. I feel bad for any of my old co-workers who might still be there with this going on, I hope they get appropriately compensated for their jobs suddenly being taken from them but I'm not holding my breath. it's just really unfortunate overall, in some misguided attempt to keep the company relevant corporate made decisions that killed it. this isn't even talking about a removal of the slew of highly useful coupons and/or taking competitors coupons, which made life easier for some of the customers (heaven forbid!), or how prices went up on everything to a point where even buying a spool of thread seems like a big decision now. doesn't even cover how another Joann's in my area regularly has issues with keeping the store properly lit, all of the stores getting leaky roofs, the apps being pretty much useless because theft is such a problem...

I really hope that other craft stores in our area take notes, because I see that Michaels and Hobby Lobby doing a lot of similar stuff (at least customer-facing-wise) and I do not see it going well for them either.

People are blaming CRAFTERS for JoAnn closing stores. As if interest in every kind of handmade craft hasn't skyrocketed over the last five years. As if these stores haven't priced themselves out of business, and replaced all of their crafting items with cheap decor. More and more people are teaching themselves to knit and crochet while JoAnn and Hobby Lobby and Michael's cut their yarn sections in half, and then have the audacity to say "it's a dying art."

#rant #joann fabrics

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theambitiouswoman · 1 day ago

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Why you don’t feel pretty (It’s not about your looks)

Have you ever looked in the mirror and felt like something was just off—like no matter what you do, you still don’t feel beautiful? The truth is, it’s not really about your looks.

So many of us tie our beauty to external validation, seeking approval from others without even realizing it. If your confidence depends on how others see you, you’ll always feel like you’re chasing something unattainable. The people who seem the most beautiful aren’t the ones with perfect features but the ones who move through life with effortless self assurance, embracing their own unique features.

It’s easy to look at certain girls and think, She has it so much easier because she’s beautiful. And in many ways, it’s true—pretty privilege exists. Attractive people often get treated better, receive more opportunities and have an easier time socially.

The women who benefit the most from pretty privilege aren’t just attractive—they own their beauty. They expect good treatment, they carry themselves with confidence, and they present themselves in a way that makes people take notice.

Ever notice how some women who aren’t conventionally “perfect” still get a ton of attention? It’s because beauty is an energy. If you constantly shrink yourself, avoid eye contact, or assume people won’t be drawn to you, the world picks up on that.

And then of course, there’s comparison. Social media makes it impossible not to feel like you’re falling short. Perfectly lit, edited, and curated images trick us into thinking that beauty should be effortless. But even the most stunning women have insecurities. The difference is, they don’t let those insecurities define them.

Sometimes, feeling unattractive isn’t about your reflection at all��it’s about how you experience yourself.

Do you take care of yourself? If you’re running on empty, constantly stressed, or neglecting your needs, it doesn’t matter how flawless your makeup is—you won’t feel beautiful.

Do you feel valued by the people around you? When you feel overlooked, disrespected, or under appreciated, it wears on you, making you feel smaller and less significant—even if nothing about your appearance has changed.

Are you holding onto past hurt? Painful experiences can shape how we see ourselves. If you’ve ever been rejected, ignored, or made to feel "less than," it’s easy to carry that hurt into the present. But your beauty isn’t something that can be taken away. The moment you decide to release those old narratives, you start seeing yourself differently.

Feeling beautiful is a full body experience. It’s not just about looking in the mirror—it’s about how you show up in your own life.

Instead of rushing through your morning routine, turn it into a ritual. Light a candle, play music and actually enjoy the process of getting ready.

Wear clothes that make you feel good—not because they’re trendy, but because they feel like you.

Take slow, confident steps. Speak clearly. Look people in the eye. These small things change how you perceive yourself.

When you start treating yourself with love, your mind follows.

So many people put life on hold, thinking, I’ll start doing things when I feel prettier. But confidence doesn’t come from waiting—it comes from living.

Go out. Travel. Meet people. Try new things. Stop waiting to look a certain way before you let yourself experience life. The more you engage with the world, the more you realize that beauty isn’t about being perfect—it’s about being present.

Treat yourself like someone worth taking care of. Move your body, nourish your skin and invest in your self—not because you have to but because you deserve to.

Stop waiting for permission to be confident. Walk, talk and carry yourself like you already are.

Focus less on how you look and more on how you feel. When you feel good, you look good.

The moment you stop chasing beauty and start owning it, you’ll realize—you already are.

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mewguca · 12 hours ago

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I'll put this here too I guess. this primarily concerns Vanilla

Something I feel like I don't see discussed very often in this fandom is how moon being a woman is integral to her character. The way she conducts herself, the way she speaks... it all screams "female socialization" and especially "eldest daughter syndrome" to me. Don't be rude, always be nurturing and kind, be patient, be supportive, be selfless, don't express aggression or negative opinions...

...None of us really miss the times when their cities were populated. Imagine having skin parasites that also ask for advice and have opinions...

I'm sorry, that was disrespectful. They were our parents after all.

- Pale Green Exterior Pearl

I've seen some people take her "skin parasites" comment as uncharacteristic and unfounded hatred instead of something extremely telling about how her "parents" have treated and conditioned her. The use of "parents" is very purposeful here, I feel. Her immediate retraction and apology evoke the image of a daughter who had a poor relationship / was mistreated by her parents and is left with conflicting and complicated emotions she can't process. She resents them, but she also feels indebted to them, and perhaps her acknowledgement of them as "parents" may imply affection, as well. Regardless, since she cannot process these emotions (and feels it is wrong of her to hold them to begin with), she represses them. She retracts her comment and apologizes for being disrespectful.

That's probably all she's ever known how to do. All she's ever been allowed to do. Moon seems very conscientious about behaving "politely." Don't get me wrong, Moon clearly values kindness and hope; those are core to her character. She doesn't like being angry, and it doesn't usually benefit her or help anyone.

...It's useless to be angry at an animal following its instincts. Once, a single neuron meant nothing to me...

...I'm still angry at you, but it is good to have someone to talk to after all this time. The scavengers aren't exactly good listeners. They do bring me things though, occasionally...

- Returning to LTTM who has 4 Neurons left

She displays emotional maturity here by acknowledging and communicating her anger whilst not letting it cloud her judgment. Instead of holding things against the slugcat, she continues talking to them, because she understands that staying mad at them won't help anybody.

I don't think being angrier would help her, and her willingness to forgive and let go of it is a strength. But I believe her emotional repression takes that maturity and strength of character and creates something a little more complicated — a woman who struggles to fully process her negative emotions, especially surrounding people and concepts she is meant to respect. Her core values ride the line between virtue and vice (being willing to forgive and caring for others vs being too passive and repressing her own needs), and her actions are layered and nuanced, just like a real person.

This isn't to say she is against expressions of anger or negative emotions wholesale.

...I could read a bit of Five Pebbles in this neuron before formatting it. His condition has severely deteriorated since last I heard of him. The frustration he feels is profound, and that angst has seeped into every part of him, every neuron.I could read a bit of Five Pebbles in this neuron before formatting it. His condition has severely deteriorated since last I heard of him. The frustration he feels is profound, and that angst has seeped into every part of him, every neuron.

We were supposed to help everyone, you know. Everything. That was our purpose: a great gift to the lesser beings of the world. When facing our inability to do so, we all reacted differently. Many with madness...

even back when we were all more or less connected there were those who reacted to their task with anger. I can only imagine they are angrier now, alone in their cans, left only with their insatiable drive.

- bringing one of FP's neurons to LTTM

She empathizes with the frustration that FP feels in a very literal sense; she's processing his emotions from the neuron. She doesn't judge or rebuke him for this; rather, she explains why he might be frustrated, and that he is likely not alone in feeling this way.

So, it's fine when others express that anger. Just not for Moon. Ironically, the fandom sometimes reinforces this. Moon can get mad at you and refuse to speak to you if you treat her in ways she doesn't want to be treated. (setting and enforcing boundaries) I've seen (some) people say she's being mean or unreasonable here. You're not trying to hurt her, and your actions are quite tame. But these actions cause Moon great distress and make her feel disregarded. Holding her neurons likely inhibits their function, jumping around likely overstimulates her, and interrupting her while she's speaking to you is just plain rude.

But some people still seem shocked by this; they're not used to NPCs setting boundaries with them like they're actual people. And Moon is usually very nice to you! So when she enforces these boundaries, some people get frustrated and confused.

...This ties into the parentification of LTTM, a phenomenon that greatly upsets me.

People expect her to be unconditionally and endlessly loving and patient and supportive, and then when she acts like a normal human being, they get mad. Because they expect her to be their mom.

And yes, she is very caring, supportive, and patient! She's also eloquent and enthusiastic, emotionally repressed, hopeful and kind, someone who struggles to assert herself, someone who enjoys sharing knowledge with others, someone who's careful about the way she conducts herself, someone who speaks fondly of sky-sails in flight during big festivals, etc...

She's very caring towards others. Like a Big Sister. She is Big Sister-coded. Her name is Broadcasts is Big Sis / Big Sister Moon. It could not be more obvious, and yet some people force her into the role of "mother" because on an unconscious level, they can only conceive of women as mothers and wives.

Perhaps that is too biting, but I believe it is true. It does not help that her Counterpart (Five Pebbles) is often infantilized in tandem, but that is a conversation for another time. I should also specify that forcing / expecting eldest daughters to take on a motherly role is a phenomenon widespread across various cultures and not something exclusive to the Rain World Fandom. ((it's a widespread societal issue!))

Regardless, this view of Moon as a mother plays into this idea that she must be unfailingly kind, unconditionally patient, and unfathomably supportive. Moon likely even expects these things of herself. The expectations of a Big Sister are not so different, after all.

And she is trying very, very hard. She is exhausted and irritable, she hardly functions, and she has very few resources to help her. Don't get me wrong, I do think she is an exceptionally kind person, but that is because she wants to be. Her kindness is not the default; it is not owed to you or to be expected of everyone you meet. Looks To The Moon remains kind and hopeful because she is fighting every moment of her life for it to be so.

Unfortunately, her efforts often go unacknowledged and her radical empathy (influenced by her unique circumstances) taken for granted.

People often focus on how it feels to be someone's "Little Brother", to live in their shadow...

But what about how Moon feels? What about the struggles of being responsible for another person? Of being an example for them and held to higher standards? Of unfailingly devoting your support to them? How she struggled to assert herself, to go against her sibling... How she may feel guilt over both her inaction and her subsequent action... Maybe she should've acted sooner. Maybe she shouldn't have acted at all. Maybe, if she had just been a better Big Sister, none of this would've happened to begin with.

We don't really know how she feels about all that, though. (She probably doesn't, either, haha) It's all just speculation at the end of the day. And I don't want to make it seem like her "Big Sister" role is an entirely negative or oppressive thing. Again, she is kind! She likes teaching others! She's very understanding and caring, and she has a lot of patience and maturity! I just think it's fun to point out these subtler details.

I think viewing Moon as someone who has been socialized as a woman and as a big sister specifically gives a lot of meaningful insight into her character. And it's not something I see discussed a ton in general.

Other Notes I didn't know where to put:

Eldest Daughter Syndrome I cannot re-iterate this enough

I feel like sometimes people make moon assertive or more aggressive to compensate for her suffering. Like, because she's FP Local Group Senior, she has to be authoritative. I think these people focus too much on the "Big" and not enough on the "Sister" aspect. Moon isn't a girlboss, and that's okay! It's okay for her to struggle with things. (But, being fair, you're not hurting anyone by doing this, so do what makes you happy etc etc. I just think it can potentially come from a place of devaluing "weakness" often associated with traditionally feminine traits, and it's good to examine that.)

Furthering the aggression point, I think some people see that Five Pebbles hurt her and think that there needs to be some sort of retribution. That Moon should hate him, resent him, and want to hurt him back. But I feel like forgiveness makes much more sense for Rain World. Moon isn't being unrealistically kind or too much of a pushover by forgiving Pebbles and not holding resentment towards him; she's at peace. She doesn't want to hurt him or hate him, and doing so wouldn't bring her any catharsis. (And he doesn't want to hurt her, either! i could make an entirely different ramble about why I think the Vanilla siblings could and should reconcile but I'll save that for another time ig) uhhhh this isn't entirely gendered something something Care Ethics

LTTM and FP serve as foils in a lot of ways. I think there is an enlightening conversation to be had about how FP explores / presents traditionally masculine traits or a masculine socialization.

The bennies / ancients / whatever seem to place a lot of importance on Obligations. I think Roles were probably important to them. Being a Big Sister likely had a lot of Obligations that came with it.

I get that LTTM and FP are not like explicitly specifically siblings in Vanilla. I do think it is implied, though. They have a unique physical connection and live in very close proximity to one another. There's no flashing "THESE TWO ARE SIBLINGS!!" sign, but the subtext is there, and I prefer to interpret them as such. alternative readings could instead be "all local group iterators are related" or "none of these people are related". do what you want ig

Was any of this even intentional? I'm probably reading a liiiittle too much into things, but I do think this was intentional. She's "Big Sister Moon" in the broadcasts. She could've just had her normal name, but they decided to make her "Big Sister Moon." Vanilla is subtle and largely up to interpretation, but it is very purposeful, I feel. I don't think they named her BSM just for fun, lol. (But maybe I'm wrong!)

I do not want to undermine FP's struggles and equally fascinating character-writing here. There's a whole host of issues I have with how people see FP, but I feel like many people have spoken about this at-length, and most are aware of the common complaints that tend to arise. With LTTM, I feel like people generally really like her, but they don't appreciate / talk about the finer nuances of her character as much. People like her because she's really nice, but there's more to her than that. ((also because it's fun to talk about that's kinda the main reason I made this))

I do actually have some thoughts about DP canon and the relationship between LTTM and FP and her role as Big Sister within that canon ((like how people misinterpret FP's construction as being for LTTM rather than primarily to serve her Citizens with LTTM being alleviated as a bonus)) but to be honest there's so much to read with DP that I don't really want to try and tackle it. Furthermore, DP canon will on multiple occasions either contradict itself or muddy the concepts it's trying to communicate and this makes it a lot harder to work with when it comes to interpretations and readings aha.

im just a random person on the internet so please don't take my word as gospel. feel free to disagree with me or provide your own insights, etc.

thanks for reading. sorry if this is hard to read on light mode

#luna's broadcasts #rambled eggs #rain world #looks to the moon #long post #rain world spoilers #rw spoilers

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suugarbabe · 2 days ago

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Hey I love your fics sm!

Could you do a fic where either Theo,Fred, or Matteo (you pick) are pining after reader. Like how James does for Lily. Constantly asking reader out and trying to get their attention but they thinks he’s joking and doesn’t actually like them.

either fem reader or nb.

yes yes yes how cuuuute; I picked matty baby :)

After a few weeks of rejection, you’d figured he’d let up, maybe just move on and try someone else. But Mattheo Riddle was nothing if not persistent.

It had started off simple really, him just walking up to you in the great hall one afternoon, making the long trek across the room to the Hufflepuff table, clearing his throat to get your attention. It was startling to see him and his mop of dark brown curls looking softer than usual, a tender yet confident smile on his lips.

Some of the others at your table were easily swooned, but you were suspicious. “What are you doing over here?” the question slipping from your lips maybe a little more harshly than you had originally intended. But your tone of reply didn’t seem to matter, as all Mattheo needed was your undivided attention to begin speaking. “I was wondering if you wanted to study for the charms exam with me, maybe like a little study date?”

Date? He was joking, right. “I don’t think so, no. Thanks, though.” You got up from your table after that, making your way to your next class.

Mattheo was left a little stunned. But now very determined.

Being in different houses usually meant that you were able to avoid most people from other ones, but Mattheo seemed to be showing up everywhere he usually wasn’t since that first day in the great hall.

After potions one day soon after the first exchange he had materialized next to you, “Can I carry your bag for you?” You had declined, beginning to walk faster down the corridor. He had simply lengthened his stride to keep up, “Really, it’s no trouble and I want to do it.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m more than capable, thanks. I don’t need someone else to carry my things for me.” Mattheo smiled nervously, “No, I know I was just..I mean, I’m just trying to show you I can be a nice guy is all. Thought maybe we could…talk on the way to your next class.”

“Can’t talk, Mattheo. Gotta get going,” then you turned the corner, leaving him standing defeated while the mass of other students moved around him.

After that, it’s like he took your rejection as a challenge. Starting to slip notes in your robe pocket somehow without even being seen; sending your favorite treats to your dorm via housemates; even paying the frog choir to serenade you in the courtyard last Saturday.

Truly, it was all a little (lot) embarrassing, but you were also finding it kind of…endearing? that he was actually trying so hard. So determined to show you how much he liked you and wanted everyone else to know it, too.

It was the end of classes, right before the weekend. You had just come down the stairs and heading toward another set to get to your common room when all of a sudden you slammed right into the front of Mattheo. “Merlin’s tits, were you there a second ago?” You rubbed your forehead which hit directly into his chest as you looked both ways beside you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, er, I mean, erm, yeah I’m sorry. I just…okay,” he ran a hand through his curls before pulling down at the sides. He seemed a little more nervous than when he usually stopped you or vied for your attention.

“I know you’re probably going to say no…I mean you say no all the time, but I’m going to try it anyway…erm, my mates and I are going into Hogsmeade this weekend and I was just wondering if…maybe you’d like to come with me? Er, us. It can just be a friends thing!” Mattheo held his hands out in front of him, a small line of defense to what he assumed was your impending rejection.

You held your arms over your stomach, shifting your weight to one foot while you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. You looked at Mattheo, his eyebrows slightly raised and an anxious smile. “Okay,” you finally replied and Mattheo’s face dropped completely before he shook his head back and forth like he was clearing his thoughts.

“Wait, what? What did you say?”

Giggling softly, you answered him again, “I said okay. Like yes, Mattheo I will go to Hogsmeade with you. Just as friends.”

Without really thinking, Mattheo engulfed you in a hug, squeezing tightly and rocking you back and forth, “Holy Helga, yes, YES!” He pulled back, holding you at arms length, “I’ll take it, it’s a start.” He gave you a flirty wink, then quickly ran off, shouting down the corridor that he’d meet you for breakfast the next morning

#nonny bo bonny #shout out to micah baby for his review and seal of approval <3 #we love a little pining with our matty baby #we love a man who’s respectfully persistent #matty riddle x you #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x gn!reader #x reader #reader insert #slytherin boys

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revelboo · 19 hours ago

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Hey, it's me again, Meepers ( ＾ω＾ )

Not any specific request, but as someone who really enjoys reading your stories, that also has been helping getting me through my bad days when I read them, want to tell you how much I appreciate the stories. So I wanted to share the China cabinet I got at a thrift store to put my transformers collection in! So far, it's crowded, and not all of my collection can fit in the cabinet until I can replace the glass shelves. So I can't pose them as I want until later.

Also, my personal favorite

G1 Bumblebee with G1 Optimus

Look at his little pedes!

I really appreciate your work!^^

Have a nice day/night!

Ps: Do you have Kofi?

Awww, look at them all! I love seeing y’all’s figures. Thank you for reading my nonsense! And I do have a kofi

Broken Hearts Pt 4

Optimus Prime x Reader

• Watching you talking with Sari and the other two humans is oddly soothing. Soft chatter and laughter reminding him of home. Of the academy before everything had gone sideways. Just relaxing with friends. And it makes his spark ache even as he needs this so much amid all the worry of a resurgent Decepticon movement. Needs a moment of normalcy. No one arguing or upset. Somehow the humans mellowing out everyone without doing a thing.

• Glancing back up at Optimus, he’s still watching you, but you feel oddly safe. Like he’s watching over you, not studying you. He’s as alien to you as you must be to him, but he’d saved you without a second thought. Risked himself for you when he didn’t have to. Didn’t gain anything from it. And the other two people seem relaxed here, too. Comfortable among these giants. Know a lot of it is Sari. The kid trusts them, isn’t the least bit scared of them and you’re all picking up on that. Standing as Bulkhead’s human starts plotting to get a more proper, modern kitchen set up with the bribe of fresh baked gourmet cookies to Sari to sway the bots into helping, you head outside for some air.

• Standing and following you, he hopes you’re not leaving already, but understands if you are. You must have a home, a life. For a moment he can’t find you, but then he spots movement near the alley, your head tipped up toward the night sky and you glance at him before turning your eyes skyward again. “When I was a kid, my family lived out in the country. We could see the stars at night. Too many lights here, though,” you whisper.

• “I could take you out away from the city. To see the stars,” he offers, rumbling voice soft. And you smile despite yourself. Why is he so kind to you? What’s he getting out of this, because in your experience people are generally only nice when they want something from you. “If you wanted,” he adds. And he’s looking at you, not the sky as he shifts on his peds. “I don’t even know where Cybertron is up there. Isn’t that odd? I should now.” And there’s a longing in his voice as his lips press into a thin line before he looks away.

• “I’d love to ride out through the country with you sometime,” you say and he smiles. Your little face tipped up toward him and he reaches to touch your arm but stops himself. Doesn’t want to frighten you. To overwhelm you. So small, but so trusting and he knows he doesn’t deserve your trust. That you’d only been targeted because of him. “How did you guys end up here?”

• “We were attacked,” he admits, grimacing. “By a threat we thought was long gone, but I swear to you that I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and this world.” And he sounds so determined and solemn about it that you believe him. That he’ll fight for you and your home even though he barely knows you. “You’re not prisoners here, you can come and go as you please. But please don’t tell anyone about us.” Understanding that they’re in hiding here and he’s handed you the tools to harm him. To sell him out to the government and trusting you not to. ‘I wouldn’t,’ you assure him and he offers you a servo, smiling when you lay your palm on it like you’ve just given him some immense honor.

#transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #tfa optimus prime

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respectthepetty · 2 days ago

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I LOVE THESE LAPIS LADS SO DAMN MUCH!!!!!!

Faifa is ready to die before he makes someone else uncomfortable, so thank goodness Wine is always around to remind Faifa that he will actually die if he continues to try to make everyone happy.

And then Wine gave Faifa the thing he wanted in the first place but was willing to sacrifice because Faifa is always thinking of others and now it's time someone thought about him!

I also appreciate that his Black Brooder brother, with his Green Guy boyfriend in tow, immediately went after him once he found out he spent all night out with his mentee.

So now Gun's even asking what they possibly talked about for hours all night long while Yellow Yal Arm is trying to play bad cop and get to the bottom of this.

But he is too cute for that negativity.

He is a lover, not a fighter, and he knows the best Blue Boy in all the lands would never hurt anyone, especially Wine, which is why Arm tasks Faifa with bringing our dark Blue Boy out of his shell.

So Faifa decides to do it in the kindest gayest way possible by simply being nice to the guy. Pete got Vegas that way, so it obviously works with even the toughest cases.

Maybe that's why Arm keeps wearing blue; he wants to be a Blue Boy since they are just so great, but I can't really think too much on that because Red Rascal Arc is . . . well, existing, shirtless.

And this is the proper reaction to witnessing that man, exist, shirtless. Both. Both are the proper reaction.

But crying in a Texas Roadhouse is not the proper reaction to eating with friends, mostly when your buddies are filming content. However, this feels true to a dark Blue Boy.

Because it's what dark Blue Boys do. Just being depressing. Crying in showers. Crying in the Garden of Olives. Crying in his sleep. Crying in the club. Crying. All the time.

So I actually think it was smart that light Blue Boy Faifa ran to his dad to ask about how to heal a broken heart since his dad is also a dark Blue Boy who was so depressed after their mom left him that he vowed to never love again, yet he seems fine now, right?!

And Faifa does not need the judgement of his brother and brother-in-law in this situation! But I love that Faifa was like, "break up with each other then I can ask for your advice" and it looked like Yotha was legit going to punch him for even putting that curse into the air.

Because Faifa is the BEST Blue Boy, yet he thinks he is not capable of loving someone else, when he, in fact, will be the BEST at loving Wine (and I think he is going to be heartbroken about it, but I'm not there yet), so I need his brother to support him in this effort!

Faifa is so good at loving Wine that he runs to the bar even after he said he wasn't going simply because Wine asked him to, and as much as I want to be upset that Arc and Arm keep playing color games with me, I noticed Arc has a teeny tiny bit of red on him.

And the back of Arm's shirt is yellow, so I am not mad at them! Also, this entire section of the episode was hilarious since Arc was big mad his man was telling Wine love was dumb, and at the same time Yotha, who is drunk just like everyone else, connected the dots that his brother was trying to help out Wine. I loved it!

But these two color-coded toxicitos entered the scene just in time to give Wine a gay crisis in the middle of the drunk scene of a BL.

Faifa grabbed that boy and shuffled him off to the bathroom so quickly because Klao and Arc both were looking at that kid like he was going to say some homophobic shit, BUT BABY IS GAY! This was excellent! I'm living my best life!

And we immediately get treated with Faifa rubbing Wine's back and trying to soothe him. I LOVE FAIFA!

But not as much as I love Wine at this exact moment pinning Faifa to the wall with his hands around Faifa's neck as he has a whole breakdown about being gay and fearing everyone will hate him.

WHICH PROMPTS HIM TO KISS FAIFA!!!! AND FAIFA KISSES HIM BACK!!!!!

Faifa, you're in trouble, bro. You're already lost in the deep blue boy sea. You don't know what heartache is about to hit you because you only know that Wine broke up with his girlfriend because he likes guys. But you don't know he broke up with her because he liked her brother, and we have no idea what that brother spoke to his parents about since Wine ran away before Toey could say, and . . .

These bars are giving me bad vibes, so you are about to have some competition that you don't even see coming (out) because her brother probably came out to his parents and Wine is going to be a mess about it.

Yeah, hold your little Vino Baby while you can, sir. Cuddle him before the narrative screws all of us over.

Because this man is so unpredictable that he logged into his ex's YouTube account just to mess up her algorithm so he could get his camera back. He is a genius, but also, petty. That's a dangerous combination, Faifa.

Look at Faifa. Look at him. Look at my Best Blue Boy in all the universe. Look at how chill he was seconds before Wine called him and he dropped everything to run to him and comfort him. LOOK AT WHAT A KING LOOKS LIKE!

I LOVE FAIFA! I LOVE THEM! I LOVE THIS!

Faifa has the perfect words to make Wine feel safe, and the way he looks at Wine is unbelievably soft, but we all know what this means when we still have six episodes left in their story, right?

We're fucked.

Because now the show has plenty of time to show us that even though Faifa said that Wine makes his heart flutter, Wine will struggle with it since Faifa treats everyone special, and for Tor to make his appearance since it's seemed very important that Tor spoke to his parents.

But I could be completely wrong, and we are just going to ride this wave of happiness until the very end.

Or drown trying.

#perfect 10 liners #color coded boys in love #the colors mean things #my heart is so happy #because I know it's about to get angsty #blue boys sacrifice and these two are going to pull some nonsense in six episodes #I'm so happy to have two boys who are the same color but different hues!#episode eighteen #this show's color coding is elite #I'm gonna rewatch this episode!#And think about Tor!

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apple-onigiri · 17 hours ago

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oo what were those thoughts on isabeau's change? sounds spicy

ahhh thank you so much for asking!! i'm excited to talk about this :D (hopefully in A Few Hundred Less Words than the siffrin/loop self-love and self-hatred dichotomy ask hjdsjh)

i feel like i need to preface this by saying i mean more the Change in personality isabeau went through here rather than any physical changes that would amount to transition in our terms! so any changes that were more physical will be discussed as something that was meant to drive home the change in his personality more than anything. okay? okay!

we get a lot of details about how some part of Change is destruction - in the kitchen on the first floor when getting the egg key and both during isa's regular friendquest and its mangled version from act 5.

this is what we learn when we ask about the egg key in the kitchen. while some of mirabelle's seeming uncertainty here might be stemming from her own hang-ups about changing (since she likes who she is and doesn't want to change anything about herself), she acknowledges that an important part of the Change belief is leaving things behind and breaking something to create something new. as fitting of a housemaiden! she explains thought and caution is needed, that you have to consider all the consequences of such an act first.

however, isa seems even more enthusiastic about the idea of leaving things behind and destroying what's left, no matter the cost. there's some pride in his own Change, yes, but it almost veers into the area of overcompensation.

later on, during his friendquest, he talks about his Change, and how he did an almost complete 180 in personality because he was tired of being shy and afraid.

which, on one hand, seems to be something he sorely needed! a boost of confidence, becoming someone he thought would help his younger self come out of their shell. he put a lot of effort into becoming someone else. and he was ready to commit to that capital-C Change. he trained a lot to play the part (put a pin in that turn of phrase) of a strong, buff guy that he wanted to be and everything! but the way he talked about it... seemed a bit disquieting to me from the very beginning.

isa seems to talk about his old self that way not because he wants to cement he's a new person but to seemingly almost express some contempt to them with it. he never truly learned how to appreciate that version of himself and just discarded it whole cloth, to the point of pretending he's not smart at all and way stupider than he actually is, because it's easier to distance yourself from everything that used to make you you. at multiple points of the story, we see the party being taken back by the fact that isa is knowledgeable on something. siffrin only notices after being told this and then looking out for it.

(cut here because, despite my best efforts, this got long)

there's something siffrin thinks in act 4 during isa's quest when isa talks about changing again because who he is now also doesn't seem quite right that's pretty poignant to this whole thing.

despite the drastic Change isabeau went through, he still thinks of himself as someone you'd be ashamed of knowing. he still doesn't like himself! he still feels unhappy with who he is! and that's sad!

the issue here is that isa's Change was motivated externally; he seems to have focused on how people would react to him rather than how he himself would feel in his own skin. him and siffrin aren't dissimilar - both of them pretend to act in ways that keep others content because that specific behavior is expected from them and the persona they take up. there's a heartbreaking fragment of the quest in act 4 that i myself missed in my playthrough because the bad touch event overrides it that tells us how siffrin took up most of his personality as a "funnyjokespun person" only after meeting the party and couldn't really describe it beforehand.

war and hatred on planet earth! this is very much a takes one to know one situation which is why when siffrin attacks isa in act 5, it cuts so deep.

okay. the worst part of that exchange in act 5 is,,, that siffrin hits where it hurts because they don't make anything up. they aim to be hurtful and insulting, yes, and they project the hell onto isa but only with the aspects that have some overlay between them. they're both scared of being rejected if they're not acting a certain way, being a certain type of person, embodying an archetype.

isabeau, instead of doing the honestly genuinely hard and heavy work of learning to appreciate yourself and all your parts, goes all in on a new persona, even if it means suppressing parts of yourself and going against what you might want. he's unable, or just simply afraid, of not thinking in a binary when it comes to changing and growing as a person. he thinks it's much more comfortable staying in your lane as a strong buff guy that reassures people and not have to deal with the fact that being smart would Obviously Clash With That. well, it wouldn't, but he's scared! and doesn't even want to risk it!

this fear of upsetting the status quo can also be a p big motivator in Not Confessing Ever At All. this guy is so scared of being ever so slightly different than expected that he's immediately hit with the flight response the moment he tries.

tl;dr isabeau used Changing his personality as an escapism mechanism and discarding the entirety of who he used to be instead of dealing with the mortifying ordeal of learning to love yourself, and is too afraid of upsetting the status quo to mix and match personality traits, only operating in strict archetypes when shaping his character. boy why are you so identity crisis. i love you

#ohhhh isa ilysm and i love when the fandom doesn't just see you as a love interest. you're so peculiar to me #in stars and time #isat #isat isabeau #in stars and time spoilers #isat spoilers #in stars and time act 5 spoilers #my isat meta #isabeau #ask tag #isat analysis #long post

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Russell had to hope that that was okay for the time being. He wasn't really in the mood to be picking out furniture, but it was keeping the Twins happy for the moment.

But it did seem that they were really taking on the Timmy and Tommy personas that they had been named after, even if they might not have known who they had been named after. That was actually pretty amusing and Russell did crack a small smile at that thought.

"Th-thank you," Russell said, with a small nod then.

"As much as I would love to contribute, I'm not really much of an interior kind of guy," Simon said, "And I don't show up in person for certain reasons."

Bill then smiled.

"Now that sounds like a great idea. Maybe we could make this flash too, just like those Deku Nuts," Bill said, "Or maybe make a loud noise to psyche out the enemy. Small but gives off a big bang."

It seemed that Bill was perfectly willing to be the fun dad right now.

Travis rubbed at his knuckles, like he was dusting away dirt when he was done.

"Still got it, you're welcome," Travis said, "Be glad that wasn't your nuts, asshole. Well, if that didn't work. I know a good punch to the solar plexus or the throat can keep someone from talking for a long time. Or maybe he'd like my gym socks in his mouth again."

Maybe that would also be a good enough threat to make Ratchet shut his mouth.

"I think we all need a break," Antonio agreed, as he got a key from his pocket in order to lock the door up behind him. He then eyed Leofric on realising he was there, "He is fine physically for the moment, punch in the mouth aside."

"Just checking," Leofric said.

"I was going to use the cup, but I think he can still in some silence for a while," Antonio said, before he then gestured for Willow and Lucien to go first, as habitual civility dictated, "We've made some excellent progress here, and it'll be good to share it while listening to Rook talk about making things explode."

"And a snack," Travis reminded them.

"That too," Antonio agreed.

The Twins seemed satisfied with the answer this time and got to work. Tommy held the catalogue while Timmy wrote something down on a notepad.

"Of course not."

"-not."

Their enthusiasm for the project only contributed to the irony of their sudden shift in behavior. All they were missing now were matching aprons.

Perhaps Rook would tend to that later, once they were done reworking the gadgets.

"Well, I have something like that. I call them Deku Nuts because they pretty much work the same." Rook explained, "I'd have to tweak the recipe a bit, but we would then have an explosive that works in smaller doses and goes off on impact."

It was good that her mother wasn't around, or they'd all get scolded for encouraging such ideas.

Ratchet wasn't feeling stupid enough at the moment to try to run with so many people in the room, but also not smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

"Ah, let me guess, you're going to attack Five? Charge valiantly into battle to kill him? Good luck with that!"

Luckily, Travis' punch knocked some sense into him.

"Thank you, Travis." Lucien said then.

"Hopefully, that'll keep him quiet for the next few hours." Willow added, heading for the door, "I need a break."

Erica, of course, approved of that decision and relaxed her stance. "Yeah, you should do that. You can have a snack while Rook talks about exploding things and we put together a little surprise…"

She trailed off while pointing at Ratchet. It wouldn't be a surprise ambush if he got to hear about it beforehand.

"And be nice to the Twins. They're turning into raccoons."

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legends-of-a-side-blog · 3 days ago

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Cold might be the most versatile word in Kremy’s vocabulary, if you know him well enough. It can mean all sorts of things. He’s actually cold. He feels kind of ill and doesn’t want to get up. He’s too depressed to get out of bed. He just got some bad news and feels shit about it. He’s angry, and doesn’t want to talk.

It’s not a personal quirk - it’s the lizardfolk equivalent of a family where people say they feel “under the weather” to excuse themselves from things they’re too mentally ill or drained to do, without having to directly acknowledge that it’s mental health and not physical. It was like an open secret when he was growing up.

But Gid has never encountered this before. Of course, when they first meet, Kremy never complains about the cold, not until they hit winter. Gid turns out to be great to have around in the snow, but even so, when spring comes, Kremy stops saying it. It takes a long while before he’s comfortable enough to tell Gid he’s feeling down, even in a veiled and plausibly deniable way - but eventually he lets it slip that he feels cold on a sunny spring day, when he just can’t face doing all the shit they have planned.

Kremy’s never had someone actually try to do something about the cold like Gid can. Like Gid does. And he likes it. Sometimes it solves the problem even when Kremy isn’t physically cold. Lying in the arms of a furnace, smelling the cigars and the scent of all the dust in the room igniting before it can settle on Gid, like a stove being turned on after a month away. Having someone attending to his needs, taking care of him, even through the proxy of giving him physical warmth. He gets emotional warmth from it.

Kremy says he’s cold more freely, and then more often than he would at home. Travel is rough on his body. He’s unsure about himself after a plan goes wrong. Gideon left him by himself from dusk until dawn.

Gid is confused at first, when Kremy’s cold bouts persist through spring. Last year he was fine in the-equivalent-of-early-April, and the weather was about the same. Even more confusing, sometimes a hug or a few hours lying by a fire seem to work as he’d expect, but as the days get warmer, they seem less reliable and sometimes Kremy stays cold for days.

It’s not a sudden realisation - he just slowly begins to get it. By the following July, when Kremy receives a letter from home on a day so hot that the wax seal has melted, he knows that Kremy isn’t cold. He drops their plans without a comment and finds them a room at an inn where they can take the time to warm Kremy back up again. It’s not so different to if he was actually freezing, because it’s just how they deal with these things.

Over the years, Kremy says it more and more often - sometimes Gid begins to worry that he’s getting depressed or sick, but he seems to keep on going. He’s also discovered other kinds of cold - what he privately calls cold fury, usually aimed at Gideon, because most others get his cool indifference instead. Cold fury radiates out from Kremy for hours or days, until he burns himself out. Then Gid can come crawling back, apologising, and Kremy will do the same, and then he’s just regular cold. Gideon can fix that.

Meanwhile, Kremy tries very hard not to realise that he’s soothing himself with Gideon’s presence - tells himself he’s actually cold when really he’s just pining, wanting the object of his secret (totally ironic) affection to touch him or give him attention for just a moment. He guiltily tries to use it as a reason for Gideon to come back with him instead of go off on one night stands.

When that fails, Kremy chooses to think that Gid believes that the cold is mostly literal, in the face of all evidence. That whatever Kremy feels towards him, Gid sees this purely as a role he fills because of thermodynamics. He’s hot, and his business partner is cold blooded. It’s not a hug - it’s a service.

But it’s impossible to keep up the lie when Gideon starts to pick up the habit. He’s chilly after he loses his rhythm. It’s cold out when they bring up his Pa. He’s freezing the night after Twig dies. After the Jabberwock-

But Kremy doesn’t have what Gideon has - he can’t make the fire burn brighter, or warm his hands in his own - hell, he can only make Gid colder by holding him. The first time Gideon does it, Kremy hugs him because he’s waiting for any excuse to touch him. He catches himself in the act and feels horrible. The next time he forces himself to back off - adds another log to the fire but keeps his distance.

If anything, Gideon only seems colder and more withdrawn as a result.

He wants the same thing as Kremy does. For someone to take care of him, to slow down, to press his face against Kremy’s shoulder and inhale the smell of cigarettes and the faint apple-rose smell of alligator musk. He’s cold.

Anyway, this is a fic idea I’ve had for months that I literally will never have time to write. I don’t even have time to finish this HC either but ofc it all comes to an emotional climax that anyone who read this far can absolutely imagine on their own.

Or better still, you could write it? Just kidding of course. 👉👈 Unless? 👀

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #coalecroux #long post

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"Lover's Contract: A night of immoral deeds"

▪︎ Nica Schwartz

This is a fan translation, not 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. Expect grammatical inconsistencies.

Since Nica is not yet out in the EN server, there might be terms that will turn out different than what I have used here when he is finally released. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

CW- suggestive content

Chapter 2

The mansion was filled with men and women entwined with one another.

I was not sure where to look. But then, a female member called out to us.

Woman at the club: Oh, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Is this your first time here?

Nica: I heard you can have an exciting night here.

Woman at the club: We can make love anywhere in this mansion and we can do anything we want, inside or outside.

As she was speaking, the woman suddenly began kissing the man who was with her right in front of us.

(Wh-where am I supposed to look….)

When I avert my eyes from the sensual scene, a mocking voice approached me.

Nica: You looked away, how cute.

Nica: But you usually do much more amazing things, don’t you?

Kate: Wha-!

(There’s too much stimulation everywhere.)

The man put his hand on her cheek and they both giggled as their lips parted.

Woman at the club: She’s quite naïve.

After that, Nica put his arms around my shoulders and brought his lips close to my ear.

Nica: Right? But that’s what’s cute about her.

Nica: That’s just how she is in public.

He whispered in a sweet voice.

Nica: But she never lets me take the lead in bed.

Kate: -----!

(I know this is all pretence, but was it really necessary to say something so embarrassing!?)

I couldn't help but frown at Nica, who raised his eyebrows and gave me a teasing smile in a way that only I know before petting my cheek.

(….This is the expression he has on his face when he is enjoying teasing people.)

Annoyed by his smirk and the fingers caressing my cheek, I pressed my body against our intertwined arms.

Kate: Let’s go now, I’m bored.

Recalling the setting we’d decided upon in the carriage, I spoke in an exaggeratedly nasal tone.

Kate: I came here to do something more fun.

Nica’s eyes widen in surprise for a moment, but then he quickly changes his expression and wrinkles appear in the corners of his eyes.

Nica: Sure, but before that, I wanted to ask around a bit.

Nica: I needed some tips for keeping this illicit relationship going.

Nica turned his gaze back at the two of them.

Nica: I’ve been lacking in excitement recently, so if anyone around knows of any enjoyable activities, can you tell me about them?

Woman at the club: What kind of fun are you looking for?

He grinned and twisted his arms around mine, pulling me into a hug.

Nica: An experience exciting enough to immerse you in the ultimate pleasure.

The two of them look at each other and point to a couple sitting at a distance.

Woman at the club: Maybe you should ask the pair over there.

Woman at the club: They’re known as Queen and Prince. They’re one of the most well-known in this club.

(Queen and Prince!)

I suppressed the urge to flush at the mention of the target’s name.

Kate: Thank you, we’ll go talk to them.

Pulling Nica’s arm, I approached the Queen and Prince.

Kate: Good evening, is it okay if we sit next to you?

I called out to the man and woman drinking at the bar counter.

Queen: Oh my, your lover is quite the lady killer, isn’t he?

Prince: I’d like to know what your relationship is but it’ll probably be rude to ask here.

Queen took a liking to Nica and invited him to sit next to her.

(This guy is Prince….)

The man with the Queen had a flirtatious demeanour.

Although they have a similar vibe, I think Nica is definitely a lot cooler.

Nica: I was just introduced to you guys by someone else earlier.

Nica: They said you are the ones who’ll be able to teach me about thrilling experiences that will drown me in the utmost pleasure.

Queen: Hehe, that certainly seems like us.

Nica: Then can you give me an idea?

The Queen laughed heartily.

Queen: How about we swap partners and spend the night together?

Kate: Huh?

Queen: Wouldn’t it be nice to spend the night in the same room showing each other off?

(Wh-what does she…huh?)

(This isn’t something nice at all though….!)

Queen: Besides, I might have developed a crush on you.

Nica smiled as she touched his shoulder.

Nica: Well then, I guess I’ll take you up on it.

Queen: Hehe, then it’s decided! Let’s go.

I hurriedly chased after Queen who had already started walking with both Nica and Prince in her arms.

(What should I do? I just want to go back home now….)

I entered the room filled with anxiety.

Queen: Come on, hurry up and take everything off. The night will be over in an instant.

(Is Nica really going to do it…?)

The moment I entered the room, I found them stripping to their underwear.

(As I thought, this is impossible!)

I tried to turn around but Prince grabbed me and prevented me from escaping.

Prince: Let’s have a great night, girl.

In the next moment, he grabbed my arm and almost threw me onto the bed.

Nica: This one’s no good.

He hugged me from behind and released my arm from Prince’s hold.

Nica: Hey Queen, I know everything.

He looked at Queen who was seductively sitting on the bed in her underwear, and locked the door.

Nica: Your sec. ret.

Queen: What?

Nica: Your husband asked me to help him punish his wife for your repeated infidelity.

Nica let go of my arm and pushed me behind his back.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket with only one name written.

These are divorce papers…

Nica: He told me ‘maybe I should ask you to do it’.

Nica hands over the divorce papers with the broadest smile I’ve seen today.

Nica: Sign it.

[Chapter 1] [Masterlist] [Bitter End] [Premium End]

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #ikevil nica #nica schwartz #ikevil nica translations #ikevil translations #ikemen villains nica #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #d: omiresources

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yandere-sins · 1 day ago

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Do you think yan Diluc writes love letters?

I actually haven't thought about that yet! But I really like the idea, it's so... disturbingly sweet, if you know what I mean :D

At the end of the day, he's just a fool in love, after all. He might have you in his mansion, locked away with the servants' tongues sealed tight, but he doesn't have your heart. A fact that is both upsetting to his infatuation and heartbreaking on his better days. A small part inside of him wants to understand your point of view, but he keeps telling himself it's for your safety and protection. That he's doing it for you. Everything is all for you.

Still, his feelings rage inside of him. Guilt about doing this to you, longing for you to reciprocate his love. He wishes you wouldn't glare at him so much, never letting him forget he's the villain of your life, while it also frustrates him when you deny any attempt of his to make your life easier. Screaming at him, not eating, throwing your amenities around, all of these behaviors make him angry—at himself. He could never be angry at you, but when you make him feel so helpless, his feelings quickly turn into frustration and anger.

And the worst part? There's no way to communicate this with you.

Your relationship only seems to worsen each day, so how could he make you understand his point of view? Diluc is endlessly tormented by his decision to hide you away—protect you—but he doesn't regret it even in his weakest moments. You need this, you need him. Even if you push him away for the rest of your life, at some point, you must understand that everything he ever did was for your own well-being and nothing less.

But in the meantime, what does he do with all these feelings? Scream them into the forest? Punish other people to make up for his own lack of capabilities? Kill more Fatui? Those are all options as Diluc finds himself slipping further and further into despair about the situation. However, there must be something better. Something that actually helps.

And that's when his eyes fall on the paper and feather on his desk. There was one thing he used to do more frequently when you were still out in the world, finding your place out there and constantly getting into "trouble" (as he would define it). Diluc used to write you short letters, telling you not to go to this or that place he knew was filled with danger and not to see certain people because he had his spies confirm their suspicious activities. All he wanted was to keep you safe and make sure you wouldn't get hurt. It made him feel better to do something, even when you weren't that interested in meeting and talking with him directly.

Maybe this could be the way to go, still?

It's just a jumbled mess of words and feelings at first. Mostly anger—at himself, the world, the fact he had to do what he did to keep you safe. Diluc never blames you, oh no. How could he? You are the best thing to happen in his life, his whole world was made right when he met you. All the pain and suffering disappeared when the hole inside of him filled with love for you. There is nothing to blame you for; it's always someone else's fault. Well, maybe you do have a habit of attracting trouble. You are just too good, too lovely, too wonderful. A beacon of hope in a world sullied by bad people and their even worse intentions.

That's the point where the mess on paper begins to turn into a vaguely unsettling confession of praise. All his emotions shift from negative to positive as he counts down all the things he loves about you, both physical and personality-wise. How much he loves the sparkle in your eyes when you eat your favorite dish, or your laugh, sounding like a symphony of happiness in his ears. That Diluc imagines running his finger over the curve of your nose at least three times a day, and how much he longs to kiss you even if it's selfish of him.

You are just too good, and he is not. How could he ever think he was good enough for you?

But he simply continues, page after page, until all his feelings are laid bare on the paper. It has his heart pounding and his breath unsteady, but once it's out, Diluc's head clears. He stares at the endless profession of love and devotion before him and suddenly blushes way too hard for a man his age, quickly grabbing the papers and shoving them into a drawer. No one should ever see the vulnerability he displayed, although he wishes he could show it... to you.

It's not long until the feelings threaten to overwhelm him again, and he sends everyone away as everyone else just agitates him more. When he finally reaches the breaking point, he is already back in front of the paper, realizing he has to write these feelings out. It's the only way to get rid of them, no matter what. Diluc even starts neatly folding and sealing them with wax as if they were letters, buying an expensive wooden box just to keep them.

Every time he adds a new letter to the slowly growing mass, he longs to show them to you more and more. It's like a little devil on his shoulder, taunting him for being weak. How will he protect you if he can't even give you a letter with his feelings? You'd probably feel terribly inconvenienced by it, but then again, there isn't as much to do as you were used to, so maybe reading his thoughts and feelings would actually bring you two closer?

Diluc walks up and down in front of the door to your room for a long while, holding the letter in his hand, thinking of all the possibilities. This cost more overcoming his own anxiety than anything he had ever done before. But it needs to happen. You have to know. He owes it to you. He loves you.

Bursting through your door, you are slightly startled to see him, but he steps up to you confidently, holding out the letter, hoping for you to read it and understand. Diluc waits for a few seconds until you take it, then nods and leaves again, stopping only when he is halfway out the door before turning back. And perhaps for the first time... ever, he smiles. Brightly, warmly, a little boyish. This is the start of your relationship with each other, and even if you don't agree, he now has delivered the message you need to understand him.

The only question that remains is...

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lorelei-3 · 1 day ago

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“How Could I Lie to You?”

Taang oneshot because I wanted one for this photo try and stop me.

Okay so this isn't the oneshot, this is Lorii talking. First off if you couldn't already tell, I am a diehard guilty Taang shipper and they are my favorite ship and no one is taking that fact from me.

I've said it before and I will gladly say it again, we need more Taang content. I know a lot of people won't like that, but this is the internet and we have freedom and this is just how fandoms are.

That out of the way, I would've posted this earlier but I didn't get the art done till today (I wanna add the fact that I spontaneously decided to write this oneshot mid-post).

I wanted something for Valentines day, but unfortunately this is coming late, but better late than never I guess.

Enough of my yappering, enjoy the story!

Btw if there r any errors, I’ll go back fix them, this was a rush post💀

Aang felt his heart begin to pound in his chest, followed by the rising of heat on his cheeks. His feet began to pace around the large Fire Nation Palace bedroom he found himself in. Following each step he took seemed to be a new thought of worry tumbling after him.

What if this goes terribly wrong? Am I making a mistake by doing this? Is this the right decision to make? His heartrate only seemed to rise even more each passing moment to the point where he felt his breathing become heavy and sweat begin to form in his palms.

Finally, he forced himself to stop his anxious pacing and to gather himself, as this was most definitely not the state he wanted to be in for what he was going to do.

Aang stopped and stood before the large window in his bedroom overlooking the palace courtyard with the turtle-duck pound as the evening sun's light began to cast it's golden brilliance over the Palace.

You can do this, he told himself. You have to do this.

Suddenly his heartrate spiked again as something, or rather someone, caught his eye sitting beneath the tree by the pound. Aang blinked several times taking a step back from the window reaching for his bed to sit on.

Once he sat, he leaned forward and brought his hands to his temples and began massaging them with his fingers. Stop this! Why is this making me so nervous? I should never be this nervous!

After another couple minutes of trying to relax himself and get his mind in order, Aang stood to his feet and made his way to the door.

The young man took a deep breath and softly exhaled. I can do this. He took a few more moments of relaxation before walking out his room down the long Fire Nation Palace hall.

While he walked, time felt like it was slowing down and yet going by very quickly. Everything around him appeared to blur as he seemingly gained some sort of tunnel vision the closer he came to the hall that lead to the courtyard.

With each stride he took, he felt perturbation trying to grow ever so much more in his head and stomach. But he wasn't about to back down, he was going to face this head on.

A small smile formed over his lips as those words made their way into his thoughts. Those were the things he really needed his mind to focus on. It was words like those that assisted in palliating his mind of what could possibly go wrong, and it only pressed him to go forth with this even more.

He really did wonder though, was it the words that were dulcifying him? Or rather was it the thought of the one who spoke those words?

Toph.

Definitely the person who spoke the words.

Ever since a year and a half ago when the two of them had traveled together for six months dealing with some Earth Kingdom conflicts along with groups of Ozai supporter Rogues, the two of them really bonded and grew close. And though he didn't want to admit it, maybe he felt some way for her even before those six months, but that time had propelled and completely changed the way he saw her.

They had learned to rely on one another and grew together. Figuratively and literally since that was when they were fifteen and they were seventeen now.

In between those disputes, the two would also just hang out being crazy teenagers causing trouble. 90% of the time it was Toph's ideas and Aang would go along with them, but he managed to surprise her a few times and actually had been the one to take initiative with their shenanigans.

Over that course of time, he truly grew a fondness and admiration for the young Earth Bender. He would find himself grinning at her while she practiced her bending, or when they sparred together. Even when she would always pummel him in their sparring sessions, he kept that smile on his lips and joy in his eyes.

There was something about being with her and just being in her presence that brought something alive in him.

And it wasn't until they parted ways when he had to go back to the Fire Nation to assist Zuko with peace keeping in the Fire Nation colonies and Toph had to return to the Earth Kingdom that he realized how much those six months together had impacted him.

The day they had parted ways, Aang felt such a heaviness weighing in him when he watched Toph leave with Iroh, and for the next two weeks after her departure he could hardly get anything done in the Fire Nation.

Aang was hardly able to sleep at night, his appetite was practically none existent, and even meditating was nearly impossible.

Anytime Aang wasn’t in a meeting or helping sort something out, he would be off either lying in his bed unable to get rest because of the aching in his stomach, or outside in in the garden because the rocks and earth reminded him of her.

He felt desolate without her, like some part of him left when she did. Zuko noticed Aang's obvious off behavior and had no choice but to question him about it the fifth time he zoned out in one meeting with the high officials in the Fire Nation. And this had to be around nine days of him being in there.

It wasn't so much the fact they were apart, it was the fact that he had no idea when he was going to see her again.

It could be more than a year when he would see her again and the thought of that quite literally was tearing his heart. So when Zuko pulled Aang away after the meeting to ask him what in the Spirits was wrong with him, Aang didn't even know what to say.

What was he supposed to say to him? That ever since Toph left it sent him into a deep place of melancholia? Then he would be asked why and Aang wasn't up for that conversation at all.

Because quite honestly, he didn't even know what was wrong with him at the time. He hadn't realized he had fallen for the Earth Bender and how far he really had fallen.

So he just chalked it up to a lot going on and it was stressing him out, which Zuko knew was not the whole truth but had decided to let it go for the time being.

It took a couple days after that conversation and an intense mind battle for Aang to realize he was feeling this way because he had fallen in love with Toph after nearly two weeks of denial. And he only wished he had figured this out sooner and maybe he would have been somewhat alleviated from this mental turmoil.

It wasn't until now, a year and a half later that he was seeing her again for Katara and Zuko's Engagement Commemoration.

A whole year and a half. And oh was that year and a half agonizing. Not only because he didn't see her for that whole time and could only reach her through letters and both of them were too busy to even visit each other, but because Katara came around a lot to the Fire Nation to visit Zuko and vice versa, along with Sokka and Suki.

The whole couple thing with everyone was driving Aang crazy because he was either the fifth wheel or was just stuck doing Avatar duties.

Now the reality was that Aang wasn't the fifth wheel to any of them and was more than welcome with them when he wasn't currently occupied with something, he was just aggravated and was wishing he was with Toph.

So as soon as he saw Toph coming back into the Capital with Iroh he went running to her and he nearly knocked her down with the force of how he threw his arms around her. Toph noted how she could hardly breath in the moment while Sokka, Katara, Suki, and Zuko all laughed at their greeting.

It had been only two days since she had came back and the feelings Aang had for her never left and in fact felt stronger. Zuko and Suki had known of his feelings for the past year and a half and were in complete support of him pursuing her.

And not long ago he told Katara and Sokka about it, who also were very supportive of the whole thing.

In fact, none of them would leave him alone about confessing to Toph. Any chance they would, his friends would ask about when he planned on telling her to which Aang's response was always 'soon'. Never actually knowing how soon.

But Aang knew he had to tell her.

He wasn’t about to let this slip away from him again because this time he knew how he felt, and he had to take this chance with her.

Adrenaline was now pumping through his blood as he the warm air of outside hit his skin. His eyes fell to his left where the courtyard opened up and saw the tree beside the turtle duck pond he had seen from his room, and Toph lying on her back with her hands behind her head.

The sun is wasn’t overbearingly hot this time of year since it was fall in the Fire Nation, and Toph must have taken advantage of that and decided to bask in the evening sun.

Spirit's, she looked so beautiful in that state of rest. For a few moments Aang stood there just admiring her before snapping himself back into reality. Okay, now go over to her and tell her!

The young man took in a deep breath and began to make his way over to her.

His eyes were on her the whole time he walked, and before he even made it beneath the tree, he saw a smirk come over her face.

"I'd know those footsteps anywhere," She chimed. "What's up Twinkle Toes?"

Aang felt his heart begin to race and face heat up again in almost an instant after she spoke. No no!! Stop it! Calm down, calm down!

"Um, you doing alright there?"

"Huh?" Aang said back. "What do you mean?"

"Your heart is going all kinds of crazy like you just got done sparring, you okay?"

Shoot, I forgot she could do that. How could I forget that? Okay, just take a deep breath and relax. Relax.

"Oh yeah I'm alright," He responded back. Lie. It’s entirely a lie, but I'm not going to say too much either. "But I did want- need- to talk to you about something."

Toph opened her eyes and raise a brow suspiciously. Aang stopped himself from letting out a soft gasp as the golden light illuminated her facial features and eyes.

"Oh?" She said as she began to sit up, bringing her knees beneath her sitting on them.

"Yeah and it's kind of important." He lowering himself down, mirroring the way she sat. His eyes fell on hers and he was lost in them for a few seconds. How was it they were sightless and yet held so much emotion gazing back at him?

"Well judging by your heartrate I'd say so." She commented.

"Um, try to ignore that."

"That's gonna be kind of hard but okay."

Aang looked at his hands that were resting on his knees and took in another deep breath, something he found himself doing a lot of in the past twenty minutes. He looked back up at her and calmed himself as best as he could.

"Okay, you remember almost two years ago when me and you were traveling for six months?"

Toph smirked and snorted a laugh. "Hell yeah I do, those were some fun times we had. A lot of kicking butt and causing trouble, why? You asking me to go on another six month trip?"

As much as Aang wished they could go on another six month trip, he knew he couldn't do that. But just the thought of another extended period of time with her made his stomach feel like it was floating.

"Mm no, but it was- something that happened- no- what happened on the trap- that trip!" He stammered. The fire bending side of him must have come out because Aang’s body was burning with embarrassment. He repressed the urge to face palm and walk away, instead opting for gripping the fabric pants on his knees.

"Uh, okay. So it was something that happened on the trip?" She questioned, rephrasing what he said making him sound even more dumb. But it was clear Aang was nowhere near done making himself sound like a fool.

"Well not specifically on the trip, kind of before- but it was on the trip."

Toph gave a confused expression to what she had just heard. "Wait, so it happened before the trip or on it?"

"Both."

Way to go stupid.

Toph sighed and rubbed her forehead with one finger. "Twinkle Toes, I'm not understanding what you're talking about here, mind making it a bit more clear?"

Then Aang did something he had not anticipated doing in the slightest. He had no idea what came over him or what had possessed him to do such a thing (maybe a past life grew tired of his stumbling), but he moved he inched his body closer to hers to where their knees were touching, and he reached for Toph's left hand, and held it.

Aang looked back up at Toph's face to see nothing but utter shock and a rosy coloring flushing over her cheeks and nose.

"Twinkletoes..." Her voice lowered into a quiet and softer tone.

Aang felt a blush come over his own face as he gazed at her softly with a gentle smile. Just for a moment he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to say what he wanted to her, losing his focus to her placid semblance. The way her black bangs had fall over her face but were being blown off her face by a gentle breeze that carried the sound of lightly rustling leaves.

A strange calm had settled over him, and where it came from he had no idea, but he wasn’t going to question it because it needed to stick around.

"Toph, I said how this thing happened before the trip," He looked down at her hand that was in his and rubbed his thumb over her fingers. "I... I say that because the trip only seemed to..."

He brought his gaze back to her and looked into her pale green eyes before going on.

"...It only seemed to enhance what I was feeling before that trip."

"Feeling," Toph breathed faintly. "A-Aang, what are you saying..?"

Aang felt his heart jump again. She rarely ever used his actual name. It was always Airhead, Baldy, or of course, Twinkle Toes.

"I'm saying… I’m saying that I have feelings for you Toph." There it was. He'd said. He just confessed to her. His heart was spiraling out of control and in a way so was his head, yet at the same time he felt imperturbable. But he was not yet done with this conversation.

"All that time we had spent together, growing closer as friends, it made me see you in a different way. I already sort of had thoughts of you before that, but that trip, just you and me… I don't know, something changed."

He then brought her hand up and placed it over his chest so she could feel his heart beat even more. "You changed me."

If Toph's cheeks weren't a burning red before, they certainly were now. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it at a loss for words as to what she was hearing.

Aand blinked slowly at her. "I only wished I had realized this sooner, before you left."

His gaze softened at her yet again as he smiled tepidly.

"For the past year and a half we've been apart, I couldn't stop thinking about you, I even started to think there was no point in even trying to tell you anything because I know how you are. You're headstrong and independent, so I tried to let go, but... Seeing you again brought everything back to me."

Toph let out a small gasp and blinked several times.

"You... You can't be serious." She uttered in disbelief. "I-I don't believe this."

Aang made her hand lay flat against his chest.

"Why would I lie to you? Even if I did you would know."

Toph felt her face burn. There was no way this was actually happening to her. This had to be some sort of dream.

"How could I lie to you?" He whispered.

"You're not lying," She uttered under her breath. "You mean you actually-"

"I mean every word I said Toph. Again I just wish I told you sooner." Aang then felt like his stomach had fallen from a high place. "Well, I’ve told you about how I feel. Now..."

He paused letting the message try and make it’s own way to Toph. Now for how she felt. If he had just ruined everything between them, or just blossomed something new for the two of them.

"Aang, I-I," She stammered. "I don't know what to say."

Coldness rushed over Aang. That was not the answer he was looking to hear at all.

He sucked his lips in. "W-Well, how do you feel? About me..?”

Toph was quiet for what seemed like forever with Aang staring at her face that was blushing red and still as stone. A small grin began to crack over her lips, followed by a sniffle-like laugh as she lowered her head, and then began to actually laugh.

Now Aang was confused. Was this a good sign or bad? He still had her hand over his chest and she hadn't tried to move it away so maybe that was a good thing?

After that she brought her head back up and chewed on her bottom lip and smiled at him. "Sorry Aang, I guess I'm just, shocked, hearing you go so serious like that." She chuckled.

Okay now he was really confused.

"But um," She lowered her head slightly and chewed her bottom lip again. "I mean, I guess you could say I feel the same way..."

Wait. Had he heard that right?

Aang went silent and stared at her dumbfounded.

"Huh?" He queried.

"Aang you dummy! I said I like you too!" Toph retorted, using her other hand to knock him in the head.

"Ow!"

"Jeez you go from serious to Airhead quicker than my willingness to get out my parents house." She rolled her eyes in amusement.

The throbbing on the side of Aang's head began to subside and was quickly replaced with laugher. "You really mean what you said though?"

Toph shrugged, tilting her head to the side and scrunched her nose as she smiled at him. "Would I lie to you?"

Aang blushed because of how adorable she looked doing that but shook his head. "You would, and I wouldn't know because I'm not a human lie detector like you."

Toph let out a scoff. "Okay fair point, but I assure you, I'm telling the truth."

"I'd hope so after pouring my heart out to you like that."

Toph laughed again as both of their facial expressions began to sway back into their relaxed states. Never had Aang felt such a relief in doing this. That weight had finally been lifted off him and he felt amazing. But Aang apparently wasn't done with surprising the two of them just yet.

He took her hand he was holding and moved it so that the back of it was facing him, he looked at her hand as he did. Somehow, as rough and wild as Toph was, he found her hand to be really soft.

He also noted how small her’s was compared to his. He lifted the back of her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it and looked into Toph's eyes.

It was clear he had once again taken her by surprise with the action as she was yet again, struck with shock and appeared flustered.

Then he turned her hand again so that her finger tips were on his lips and he smiled against them, so she could in her way, see him smiling.

Toph blushed more even more somehow and lowered her head ever so slightly again.

"I really could never lie to you, you know." He said as he lowered her hand away from his lips to speak.

She brought her head back up again so he could see her face and a warm smile was what he was met with.

"I know Aang." She said faintly.

Silence passed between them as the world around them seemed to fade, Aang was lost in her visage, and Toph was lost to his touch.

But the moment didn't last too long because Aang was met with another punch, this time into his shoulder which made him drop Toph's hand.

"Ouch!" He yelped. "Again? What was that one for?"

"Sorry!" Toph quickly apologized waving her hands at him. "Force of habit, if I feel myself getting too vulnerable I punch."

Aang rubbed his shoulder and shook his head letting out a sigh. "Fine fine, guess I'll have to get used to it.”

Toph caught onto what he said and scrunched her nose at him as she began to stand to her feet.

"Don't get too cocky Twinkle Toes, you know I'll put you in your place."

Aang got up with her and folded his arms. "Oh will you now?"

"Sure will." Toph retorted and cracked her knuckles. "Maybe I ought to do that right now as a matter of fact, you're rusty on that earth bending too, you're gonna need it."

"Oh is that so?" Aang replied.

"Mhm."

Aang looked at her up and down with a challenging smirk. Gosh she was gorgeous. She was returning the same look he was giving. And that was one of the many things he adored about her. They could just be... Themselves, with one another. Free as flowing breeze, and still as one when it came to it.

Aang was still high on the moments from before, and maybe that was going to interfere with their spar, but that was the least of his worries. He had just told the world's Greatest Earthbender, and more importantly his best friend, his feelings for her, and she confessed back.

That was all that mattered to him right then and there. And though Toph would never come to admit it, but she was feeling the exact same way. Minus Aang being the world's Greatest Earthbender of course.

And they both knew that this was the start of something new for them to endure together one way or another.

"You're on Sifu Toph."

Taang, you have my heart🧡💚

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lovelynicho · 2 days ago

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Boynextdoor reaction - one night

(unexpectedly spending late night with them)

Pairing: boynextdoor x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: not proofread, but nothing else

Note: no, still not a request, I'm sorry, I swear I'm working on those too! Also I started writing this like months ago and today I felt like finishing it because I had a sudden attack of ideas for this fic, hope you like it! English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes

Masterlist

Sungho

Originally he invited you over to try out a new video game he got but neither of you thought that it will be so entertaining that you'll be at it for hours. First you were very calm about it, still figuring out how everything works but after you got into it, there was no stopping. You tried to accomplish more and more together in the game and playfully scolded each other when someone made a mistake. You had so much fun together that you didn't even realise how much time passed since you started. The sun slowly switched places with the moon and stars appeared on the dark sky one by one. When you noticed the time your were shocked about how long ago you started this game, but you didn't want to go home yet. So at the end you decided to turn this afternoon and evening spent together into a sleepover because you just didn't want to leave your boyfriend's side. Not tonight.

Riwoo

You planned a movie date for the evening at your place. What you didn't calculate with was the huge storm that decided to start right after he arrived and soon the electricity went off in the whole building thanks to that. So the movie date became impossible. You lit some candles to have something light up the place, it actually turned out pretty romantic. You ended up eating all the snacks you guys bought for the movie while waiting for the power to come back. After an hour or two everything went back to normal, the lamp working again, the tv turned on and the internet connection came back. However, Riwoo and you had so much fun doing nothing in the dim lights of the candles that movie night already became forgotten, you didn't want anything else than to just be with, and focus on each other. And maybe a little bit more snacks.

Jaehyun

Jaehyun is a weird guy. Everybody and their mother knows that. Therefore when he plans a date you never know what to expect. But something that you actually didn't expect was for him to put together the most romantic dinner ever known to mankind at his place. He put candles on the table, gave you your favourite flowers and cooked a delicious male by himself (or at least that's what he claimed). When you finished you didn't want to leave yet. It was a gesture that showed you how much he really loves and adores you and you didn't want this moment to end. So you just kept sitting at the table talking, really opening up to each other for hours straight. This was probably the point when both of you realised how serious you are about this relationship. And another thing that you realised that night was that Jaehyun can actually stay calm for more than an hour long.

Taesan

You were at his place, laying in his bed, cuddling. He hugged you so softly but still so close, your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat. It was calm. You made it calm. The same way he calmed you down. At that moment it didn't matter how stressful of a day you've had, how angry you were at the whole world just hours ago. But as soon as you were with him everything seemed to suddenly get better. And there you were, laying down with him as a calm melody was playing on his vinyl player. Words weren't needed in that moment. You were planning to lay there for a few minutes, but minutes soon turned into an hour and then more and more hours. "It's getting late" Taesan whispered to you "shouldn't you go home?" You looked up at him, right into those beautiful eyes of his, and said "right now all I want is to be with you"

Leehan

You know how much Leehan loves watching his fish even for hours straight. At first you didn't understand; how can someone be so entertained by some fish? they're not even doing anything special, just swimming around, how can someone just stare at them non-stop? But it seems like tonight you finally understood. Today was not just long but also really stressful for you and you didn't want anything else than just some comfort so you came over to your boyfriend's. After eating something the two of you just settled in front of his fish tank watching as the little animals swim around in the water. Your head resting on his shoulder, calmly breathing in and out, non of you breaking the silence. You didn't know how much time has passed since you sat down there but honestly, you didn't care. You felt closer to him than ever before, it gave you so much comfort, and all you did was watching some fish in the dim light.

Woonhak

Woonhak LOVES basketball and he also LOVES you so one day he just decided that he's going to teach you how to play. In the late afternoon of a random week day you two went out to the basketball court nearby and started to play together. He thought you a lot, even got carried away to teach you every single trick he knows so much that by the time you were too tired to move anymore the sun has settled, it was dark already. But neither of you wanted to go home so, the caring boyfriend he is, Woonhak put his hoodie on the ground and the two of you laid your heads on it to watch the stars while talking about everything and nothing. Calm moments with him were rare, not that you complained about it, his active personality is one of the reasons why you fell in love with him, but still, you cherished every second spent together with him, even if you are just doing nothing together.

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m4iya · 3 days ago

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Rekindled Suna Rintaro (fluff, drama, mutual pining, post high school)

Looking in the mirror one more time before leaving home, you applied an extra layer of lip gloss. Volleyball wasn't exactly your thing anymore, but seeing as some friends from your college days had invited you to a game, you figured you'd at least go and hang out with them.

Though one thing had been worrying you lately; one of the boys in your social circle had been a pretty clingy for a while now. You'd dropped hints multiple times that you weren't interested, but it didn't seem that he was getting the memo. The same boy had insisted that he should come as well, since it was a 'group' type of thing, or whatever he meant. You tried to give your friends an excuse so they'd understand that you were uncomfortable, but they didn't seem to get the memo either. You could hardly call them friends, but without them, you knew you'd be alone.

As you caught a train to the venue, you couldn't shake the sense of nostalgia that overcame you.

When you think of volleyball, your thoughts drift to a particular time in your life where you were somewhat involved with it. A close friend that you had in high school was on the volleyball team, and you'd watch his games sometimes. You learnt the rules, positions and local teams all so you could have something to talk to him about. He was somebody who didn't leave your side for the span of those three short years, and you often wonder why that was.

Though, things never progressed further than that. It seemed that sports took up a lot of his time, and you drifted apart after graduating high school. At times like these, you think of him and wonder if he ever does the same.

The venue was completely packed. You found your friends standing near the entrance, waving at you. Next to them were the guys, with the clingy boy standing out like a sore thumb. Ignoring him as he tried to catch your attention, you greeted your friends and walked inside. They led you to the stands where you were frustratingly seated right next to the person you least wanted to be around.

Ignoring him as he spoke incessantly, you watched the players walk onto the court and warm up for the match, barely being able to focus on the introductions of each team due to the irritating voice beside you. Looking over at your friend, you attempted to catch her attention to ask her to swap seats, but she was too occupied with recording the players on her phone, squealing each time they glanced ever so slightly in her direction.

So you sat there through the entirety of the two hour game, wondering if someone would spike the ball far enough and temporarily silence the guy next to you.

As soon as the match ended, you stood up to take your leave, wondering why you showed up in the first place. Though you underestimated how congested the crowds would be, as it took you much longer to leave the stands than you expected.

However, it seemed that you disassociated a little too much, as by the time the sound died down, you were met with a shocking sight.

"Phew, took us a while to get some alone time, am I right?"

Why on earth was he following you? And what makes him think you'd want to be anywhere near him? Whats worse was that he was inching closer to you, looking as though he was trying to tell you something that you definitely didn't want to hear.

"Hey, listen.. I.."

"I'm actually really busy, I've got tons of exams coming up and I need to get home." You blurted, chuckling nervously as you power walked through the hallway. The amount of people around was becoming scarcer, and he didn't seem to be backing away - panic took over.

"Where are you going!?" His voice suddenly grew louder, his hand locking around your wrist.

"Let go of me!" Before you knew it, you were shoved up against the wall, his puckered lips moving closer towards your face. You pushed his shoulders back with all the force you could muster, yet he wouldn't budge.

Just when his sweaty face was mere inches from yours, an obviously forced cough sounded from behind him.

The boy froze in place immediately, whipping his head around to see who it was. To his horror, one of the players from the earlier match had his phone held out, camera pointed towards him.

"Do you know her?" He bluntly asked, his phone still recording. You couldn't shake the feeling that the voice seemed familiar.

"Y-yes! Yes I do! We're college friends!" Stumbling on his words, he stood in front of you in an attempt to hide your face from his view.

"Isn't it weird for a friend to scream 'let go of me'?"

Having been caught out, he murmured a few things before fleeing the scene without even attempting to clear his case.

It seemed that wasn't the last shock you'd be met with today. You caught your breath, only to feel it hitch again as you saw the face of the boy standing in front of you.

"Suna..?" His name left your mouth immediately, zero unfamiliarity with it's pronunciation as though you'd been calling it every day since you'd met.

You weren't the only person who was utterly shocked. His eyes widened as you spoke his name, taking slow steps towards you to confirm.

"Hold on.. You look completely different." He spoke, a light chuckle trailing beside his words.

"I could say the same for you.." Nervously replying, you were suddenly overly conscious of your appearance, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt and adjusting the strap of your handbag.

"How long has it been?"

"..Around seven years."

He sighed, sliding his phone into the pocket of his uniform jacket. "It's seriously been that long?" He paused for a moment, a smile appearing on his face. "I still remember how much we'd talk. You weren't actually ever into Volleyball, were you?"

"You caught me." Embarrassed, you felt your cheeks warm up. Things didn't seem as tense as you'd imagined they might've been.

"So you did that for me?"

You always wondered how he was able to say such embarrassing things with a straight face. You never recalled a moment where he stumbled on his words or even blushed a little - always so straight forward. It made you wonder what stopped him from telling you more about himself - about what he thought of you.

Nodding your head, your eyes struggled to meet his. He didn't reply, though you felt him slump onto the wall beside you.

You were way less reserved now than you were back in high school. Seeing him today was the last thing you imagined would happen. Now that you had him beside you again, you wondered what it'd be like if you were the blunt one this time around.

"Hey.." Speaking up, your voice shaky. "Did you ever, you know.." You struggled to say the words, to ask how he really felt about you after all these years. Memories paced through your mind, recalling the days you spent together, seemingly growing closer over time only for it to come to a halt after graduation. Or so you thought.

"Yeah, I did." His voice was smaller than usual, seemingly being cautious of his tone. Your head tilted towards him, wondering if he realised what he had said.

"And I still do." He added, affirming that he understood what it implied. He chuckled, rubbing his neck - uncharacteristically embarrassed. "Only took me seven years, right?"

You couldn't help giggle, holding your stomach as it shifted into laughter. "I never would've pictured you of all people - acting all shy!"

"Cut it out.." He joked, eventually laughing alongside you. The two of you moved to sit down on a bench nearby, catching up on various things that you'd missed over the years.

"So, how was I on the court?"

Chuckling nervously, you were too embarrassed to admit that you, 1, didn't notice he was there, and 2, was preoccupied with zoning out the annoying chatter from the boy clinging to you. "Um, I'm assuming you, uh.."

"Did you even watch the match?"

"Not really.."

Sighing, he leaned his head against the wall. "Thats fine. I get a few free tickets anyways. You wouldn't miss my games, right?"

"Not again." You weren't really into volleyball, you knew that for sure. But being able to keep your eyes on him for the entirety of the match, watching him do something he'd been into since high school..

You could get used to that.

extra:

One after the other, you’d attend his matches as a regular spectator from the stands. No one else knew about you, and he decided to keep it that way.

After a particular match, you made your way to the sidelines where he and his teammates were signing merchandise for the attendees. As soon as he noticed you, he turned his head down to the jersey he was signing in embarrassment of what you might say. Noticing this, his teammates tapped his shoulder; you were waiting after all!

“How long are you going to keep her waiting?” They teased.

He sighed, finishing off what he was doing and looking towards you.

“Can I get a picture?” You ‘timidly’ asked, holding your phone out to him.

“Fine.”

He held the phone upwards and slung his arm around your waist. You could feel the gazes of onlookers as he snapped the picture, wondering who you were. Once you left, other people came forward, asking for photos as well, but he had already slipped away into the changing rooms. The two of you had plans after all.

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