#he was so so so brave and strong for going out in front of everybody and esp in front of xie lian like that

[arohuacheng]

hua cheng body dysmorphia truther. that man does not have a realistic concept of what he looks like and he is not reasonable or healthy about the way that he looks either

[flickering-chandelier]

Second Chance

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Reader and Cassian have been friends for centuries, but nobody knows that she’s in love with him. Eventually she meets her mate in the market, but when he breaks her heart, Cassian is there to pick up the pieces, and offer her a second chance at love.

Based on this request! 🩷

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4.5k

Cassian snickered as he landed on top of you, effectively pinning you beneath him. 

You grunted, “Okay, you win. Get off.”

He cocked his head, grinning. “I don’t know, this is pretty comfy.”

“You’ve proven your point,” you groaned, your head throbbing from hitting it on the ground of the training ring on top of the House. You tried to wiggle out from under him, but it was no use. He was massive, and your body was rendered utterly immobile. 

After another torturous moment, Cassian stood up, offering you his hand. He hoisted you up to your feet and you groaned again. 

“What were you saying about being able to beat me one-on-one?” he smirked. 

You just scowled at him and his smile spread further. He clapped you on the back. You winced at the impact. “Go get some water.”

Normally you would say something snarky about following orders, but your head was still spinning a bit, so you did as you were told without argument. 

You must have looked pretty awful because after a few minutes, Cassian knelt in front of where you sat on the bench, his eyes searching yours. “You okay?”

Nodding as you gulped down more water, you mumbled, “Mmhmm.”

His brow furrowed as he gently felt the back of your head, feeling the growing bump there. “Shit,” he said. “I didn't mean to pin you down that hard. Sorry.”

You shrugged, smiling faintly at your friend. “I knew I couldn’t beat you. It’s my own fault.”

He lightly brushed the hair that had come out of your braid off your face. You pushed down the swell in your chest, as you always did. “I think it’s time for the cool down,” he said, his eyes raking your sweaty, tired body. 

Your eyes widened. “You, the legendary commander of the Illyrian armies, are going to cut training short because you knocked me on my ass?” 

“Only for you,” he winked, offering you his hand again. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You took it, and followed Cassian as he guided you through the stretches. 

This had been your routine for a while. You had been in Rhysand’s inner circle for the last few centuries, and had found your home and family with them. Pretty quickly, you knew you wanted to be useful for more than just your mind, so you had asked Cassian to train you. You had started out at the Illyrian camps, but the way the males there treated you was…unsettling, to say the least. And it made Cassian angrier than you had ever seen him. So now you trained on the top of the House, sometimes accompanied by others, but often it was just the two of you. 

Training with him nearly every day for centuries had brought the two of you very close together. He was definitely the best friend you had ever had. He was your favorite person in the world. The two of you talked about everything.

Well, almost everything.

Even after all this time, butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you watched him, how his muscles stretched and bulged, his brow furrowed in concentration, his tanned skin gleaming with sweat in the morning sun. 

You had been in love with him for a very, very long time.

Frankly, it sucked being in love with your best friend. Your best friend, who flirted shamelessly with nearly everybody, who had a body even the gods were surely jealous of. Who was so kind and good and brave that nobody could ever compare. 

Especially not you.

That was the main problem, really. Why you had never said anything. You knew you could never deserve him, no matter how long you lived. He was legendary. Literally. He was strong, fearless, and so, so kind. And not to harp on this too much but, that body. Compared to him, you were entirely insignificant and you always would be.

So, you suffered in silence. Loved him from afar. And waited for the Mother or the Cauldron or whoever it was that was in charge of your fate and your mate to get their act together.

“What’s running through that pretty head of yours?” Cassian said, glancing over at you.

You reigned in your scowl. Centuries of friendship made it extremely easy for him to read you like a book. “I’m debating whether I hate you for pinning me to the ground like it was nothing, or if I love you for cutting training short,” you said, breathless as you continued to follow him through the stretches. 

He smirked. “Oh, please. You know you love me.”

Rolling your eyes goodnaturedly you grumbled, “Yeah, I know.”

If only he knew. 

---

Inner circle meetings these days were about twenty percent important business, and eighty percent goofing off. 

You loved it.

Seated between Azriel and Amren, with Cassian across from you, you grinned as the warrior picked a fight with Amren.

Azriel and you exchanged amused glances, both knowing that Cassian had never won against Amren, and he certainly wouldn’t start today. 

After they had been squabbling for quite some time about something that you honestly weren’t paying super close attention to, Amren turned to you, snarling, “Can you please tell him he’s a fool?”

Cassian sat back in his chair, clutching his chest, making a great show of being offended.

“Why me?” you asked. 

“He actually listens to you,” Amren said, pointedly raising an eyebrow.

You snorted. “He does not.”

Azriel cut in, smiling faintly. “He does. More than the rest of us, anyway.”

You glanced at Cassian, who just smirked back at you. “What can I say? She’s obviously the smartest one here.”

This, of course, started a whole new round of insults from Amren that left Cassian chuckling to himself, his eyes sparkling as he gazed at you through the entire barrage of Amren’s insults.

Later, you and Cassian were lounging in the sitting room at the House of Wind, after everyone else had wandered off home or gone to bed. 

You were laying down on the couch, reading a book. Cassian was sitting at the far end of said couch, your feet in his lap while he read up on war strategies. 

It was only a matter of time before the romance novel that you were reading got… steamy. 

Cassian immediately noticed the shift in your scent and threw his head back laughing. “Why do you read smut in front of people?”

You kicked his chest lightly, which only made him laugh more. “It’s not like I know when the smutty scenes are going to happen!”

“This one really got to you, huh?” he said, noticing the blush that had risen to your cheeks.

Before you could stop him, he lunged for you, grabbing your book and wrenching it from your hands.

“Noo!” you shrieked, and covered your face in embarrassment as he read aloud.

“His weight on top of me was nearly enough for me to come undone,” he said in a deep, sultry voice. “I couldn’t focus on anything but the power and command in his movements as he grasped both my wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed above my head.”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You grabbed for the book, but he was faster and caught you as you moved toward him. His arm wrapped around your waist and he spun you, pinning you to the couch, his weight holding you down for the second time that day.

But, this time was… different. Your bodies were completely flush together, every inch of you touching him. His hair tickled your neck as he looked down at you, your faces a fraction away from each other. 

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, breathing hard. You could smell it on him too now, the lust. In this moment, he wanted you. You knew he did. Heat went through you in a wave.

And he knew it. 

“This is what you’re into, huh?” he said huskily.

You glared at him, but you knew the lust was still shining in your eyes. 

He smirked. “Is that why you baited me during training today? You wanted to feel me on top of you?”

Yes. “No!” You scowled, pushing his shoulders, but he didn’t move. “I baited you because I wanted to see how long I would last.”

Cassian’s smirk turned positively wolfish, his eyes gleaming in a way you’d never seen before.

You groaned, realizing what you just said. “Not like that.” You pushed against him again. “Get off of me, Cassian!”

He dipped his head lower, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Are you sure you want me to?” he said, his voice low, sultry. You could hardly breathe.

No, of course I don’t want you to. I want to stay here forever and ever.

“Yes,” you ground out. 

His lips darted to your lips for the briefest moment before he pushed off of you, sitting on his knees. After a moment, he handed the book to you. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled.

He smirked. “No, you don’t.”

You couldn’t stop your small smile. “No, I don’t.”

---

For days, you felt rattled by what happened that night. Cassian, of course, seemed relaxed as ever, but you felt yourself blush every time you were around him.

You were in the market, your thoughts lost in Cassian as usual, when someone across the street caught your eye.

He was beautiful. The very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. You felt drawn to him in a way you had never felt before, not even with Cassian.

You stopped in your tracks, unable to take your eyes off him.

After a few moments, he looked up and your eyes met.

And you felt it.

The mating bond that snapped into place. That tethered you permanently to this stranger.

And judging from the look in his eyes, he felt it too.

The stranger made his way over to you, his eyes not wavering from yours.

“Hi,” he said when he was in front of you, like he was in a daze.

“Hi,” you said. “You… felt that too, right?”

He nodded. “I never knew what they meant… what it was supposed to feel like…” he trailed off, just staring at you. “I'm Adonis.”

You introduced yourself and didn't know what to do next. For centuries, you had dreamed of the day that you'd meet your mate. But secretly, you had been waiting for the bond to snap into place with Cassian. You hadn't thought about what you would do if it turned out to be a random stranger.

“Do you… want to go for a walk?” Adonis said, clearly equally unsure of what one was supposed to do upon meeting their mate.

You agreed. And just like that, you were getting to know your mate.

---

You found Rhys, Feyre, and Cassian all in Rhysand's study at the river house. They looked at you questioningly as you walked in.

“Are you okay?” Cassian asked, his voice soft, the way it always was when he was worried about you. “You look… weird.”

“I met my mate today,” you said quietly.

Feyre and Rhysand looked ecstatic. Cassian, though, went perfectly still, his skin turning slightly pale.

“What happened? Who is he?” Feyre asked, her eyes wide in excitement.

You shrugged, briefly explaining how you and Adonis met.

“What's he like?” Rhys asked. “Do you like him?”

“I think so?” You said, noticing how Cassian was still as a statue. “I don't know, it's weird. I feel this tug towards him but I don't know anything about him! I mean, he seems… nice.”

Cassian finally unfroze, to look incredulously at you. “Nice?” He repeated. “That's it? Your mate is nice?”

“We went on a walk and yes, he seems nice,” you blanched, feeling like you should defend your mate but not sure how.

Your friends just stared at you, clearly underwhelmed by your declaration.

“What do I do now?” You asked nobody in particular.

“You keep getting to know him,” Rhys said, lovingly wrapping an arm around Feyre. 

You glanced at Cassian, who suddenly seemed very interested in the carpet.

“Okay,” you said. 

Really, what else could you do?

---

Your relationship with Cassian had felt off ever since you and Adonis had started to get to know each other better.

He still trained you every day, but where he used to be bantering and joking around with you, he was now all business, keeping his physical distance from you. 

It was confusing, having to grapple with your ancient feelings for him and these new blooming ones for your mate. 

After a few weeks of weirdness, you finally snapped. “Did I do something to upset you?” You asked as both of you stretched after a particularly grueling workout.

“No,” he grunted. “Why?”

“You've been acting weird for weeks.”

He glanced at you, his eyes guarded. “No, I haven't.”

“Yes you have, Cass. You've barely talked to me,” you tried to hide the pain in your voice. You didn't want him to know how deeply this ran.

Cassian sighed, pausing his stretching to face you, look you in the eye. “You’re right, I'm sorry. I just… I'm sad, I guess. I've been your number one for centuries and now…” he pushed his hair out of his face. “Things are different now.”

You took a step toward him, your heart cracking. “Is that what you think? Cassian, no matter who my mate is, you'll always be my best friend. And… I could really use my best friend right now.”

Guilt clouded his expression. “I'm sorry. I've been a shitty friend,” he said quietly, moving forward and wrapping you in a tight bear hug. “Are you okay?”

Sighing with relief, leaning into his touch, you said, “I don't know. I'm really excited, obviously, that I finally found him. And I do like him. But I'm also… scared.”

He pulled back to look you in the eye. “Scared? Why?”

“What if he doesn't like me?” You asked quietly. You hadn't been able to voice your fears to anybody else. 

Cassian’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would you even think that? Who wouldn't like you?”

I can think of at least one person, you thought, but shoved it down.

You shrugged, not sure what to say.

He murmured your name, moving to gently hold your face in his hands. “He'd be insane to not like you. I mean it.”

Warmth spread through you at his touch, the softness in his voice. “Thanks, Cassian,” you murmured.

Cassian kissed your forehead, then pulled you back into a crushing hug. “Anytime.”

---

Your gut was a bundle of nerves as you met with Adonis again. The two of you had been getting to know each other for the last few weeks, and while you didn't yet feel an electric shock, you were thrilled to have found your mate.

When Adonis showed up though, your nerves only got worse. The look on his face could only mean that he was about to deliver bad news.

The two of you made your way through awkward small talk until he braced his forearms on the table in front of him, and you knew he was about to get down to business.

“So, look. I know we're mates, and I do feel that bond between us, but I can't help but think that maybe the Cauldron was wrong,” he said casually, as if he were telling you it was going to rain later.

Your heart completely plummeted. You tried to maintain your breathing, keep your voice even. “Why do you think that?”

“The attraction’s just not there,” he said matter of factly.

Mind spinning, you repeated, “the… attraction?”

He nodded, like it was obvious.

“You're saying, you think the Cauldron was wrong… because you're not attracted to me.”

“Yes! I'm so glad you get it,” he smiled.

You just looked at him incredulously. “You're serious?”

“Yes?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“So, you're… you're rejecting the bond?”

“I think that would be best. Don't you?”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to keep your rising fury locked down. “With the way you're acting right now? Actually, yes, I do think it would be best. You're a terrible person,” you stated, determined to keep your tears from falling until you could make it home.

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you.

And right then, you felt it. Despite your anger, it was still painful to have the bond rejected. It felt like you were being torn apart from the inside out, ripping your very being to shreds.

You gripped the table, centuries of training your body and your mind was the only thing that kept you from crying out as the bond broke.

Adonis felt it too, you knew, because he had gone pale as a ghost, his body trembling slightly. 

When the pain had subsided enough, you pushed away from the table, walking home without a backwards glance.

---

You were supposed to meet Cassian for dinner at the House, but you couldn't bear it. You went to your own apartment instead, laying in your bed in the fetal position for what was probably hours, tears streaming down your cheeks until your head was pounding and your eyes were burning.

It was awful, this feeling. How could he be your mate? How could someone like that be who the Mother wanted you with?

Would you never be good enough for anyone? 

And now your hopes of finding a mate were gone forever. Everyone knew that you only got one chance, one mate.

Why did yours have to be so awful?

A knock on your door roused you from your spiraling thoughts.

You just groaned, knowing that Cassian could hear it.

The door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps as he found you in your bed.

He grimaced as soon as he saw the state of you, his eyes flooding with concern. Instantly he was by your side, kneeling in front of you, holding your hand. “What is it?” He asked, his voice soft despite the tautness of his body.

Your voice came out as barely more than a croak. “He rejected the bond.”

Cassian's rage was palpable, filling the room. “What?”

Ashamed, you hid your face in your pillows. You couldn't tell him why. Didn't have the words in you, and you didn't want him to know how much it hurt.

He swore under his breath, then crawled into bed with you, gingerly wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face in his chest, breathed in the scent of him. It almost broke your heart even more, knowing he would never feel for you what you felt for him.

His fingers drew small, soothing circles on your back for a long moment until he broke the silence again. “What happened?” He said quietly.

It was a long time before you could answer. But you knew that if you could tell anyone in the world, it would be him. “He's not attracted to me,” you whispered.

Cassian's entire body tensed, his grip on you tightening. “He said that?” He said with lethal calm.

“He did,” you croaked as another tear slid down your cheek.

“I'm going to slaughter him,” he growled, his body trembling as he sat up, taking you with him. “I'm going to rip his skin off his bones--”

He had moved you so you were straddling him, your hands on his shoulders. “No, you won't,” you said gently.

“Why shouldn't I?” He spat, his eyes dark, his hands gripping your waist so hard, it would surely leave a bruise.

“It wouldn't solve anything,” you said sadly. 

Cassian buried his hand in the hair at the back of your head, forcing you to hold his gaze. “You listen to me. He is wrong. He is awful. You are so beautiful. You are so strong and kind and incredible. Do not let him get to you, okay? This is his loss, not yours,” he said, his eyes locked on yours, alight with so much emotion, your eyes welled with tears again.

He pursed his lips, his eyes softening as he pulled you into him again. You cried into his chest. “Why would the Mother do this to me? Why would she choose him?”

“I don't know,” he said sadly, running his hands through your hair gently. “I don't know. Maybe she made a mistake.”

You sniffed. “I don’t know what to do.” 

He kissed your head softly. “You lean on the people who love you. And then you try to move on.”

You cried even harder, and he held you and held you until your sobs diminished and you drifted off to sleep.

---

Cassian barely left your side in the following weeks, his hands always on you, comforting you. Even when he had to go to the Illyrian mountains, he brought you with him. 

It always did something to you, seeing him in command of all those soldiers. His face stern, his body rigid, barking orders at everyone. Despite all the awful things that had happened recently, it still made your toes curl in your boots. 

But even you could only brave the cold for so long to watch Cassian be in command, so you eventually wandered into Rhysand’s mother’s house, a roaring fire already ablaze when you arrived. 

You sat in front of it, warming your hands, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. 

Weeks after the disastrous meeting with your mate, you were finally starting to feel like yourself again, like other things in life mattered more than the jerk who hurt you.

It was mostly Cassian’s steady, comforting presence that had helped you return to yourself, his relentless insistence that you keep up with your training, that you don’t break your routine no matter how much your heart hurt. 

Cassian had been what was keeping you together for a long time, you realized. 

It was this thought that he interrupted, swinging the door open loudly, the snow billowing in behind him. After he had closed the door behind him, you heard his heavy footfalls stop dead in their tracks behind you.

You turned to look at him in confusion, and then you felt it. 

A bond snapped into place. 

A bond that somehow, after all this time, linked you to Cassian.

Your heart began pounding in your chest, your head spinning. “What--”

Before you could finish the thought, he was on top of you, pinning you to the ground, his lips on yours. You always forgot how quickly he could move, how he could be across the room in the blink of an eye with ease.

A moan sounded from you involuntarily as he cupped your cheek gently with his rough hand, his other on the floor next to your head, keeping some of his body weight off you so you wouldn’t be crushed. This seemed to spur him on even more, his tongue delving into your mouth immediately after you had opened your mouth to him. 

“I knew it,” he groaned, kissing your cheeks, your neck, “I knew it should’ve been me.” 

“Cassian,” you gasped, unable to process what was happening, what he just said--

He growled, kissing you again deeply, rocking his hips against yours.

You hated yourself for doing it, especially since you had been dreaming of this very moment for centuries, but you also needed a moment to think, to process. 

“Cassian, wait,” you said breathlessly, putting your hand on his chest. 

He halted immediately, pulling back to hover over you. “I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay,” you said, smiling to reassure him. He was breathing hard, his eyes locked on yours, trying to decipher if he had done something wrong, you knew. “I mean -- we should definitely continue that later, I just… I don’t understand.”

Cassian rose from on top of you, sitting up. You followed, sitting up to face him. “We’re mates,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes shining. “You and me,” he shook his head in disbelief. 

“I thought you could only have one mate? I thought that was it…” you trailed off, unable to form the words.

He shrugged, grinning. “I guess the Mother decided to give you another chance.”

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief. 

Cassian was actually your mate. Cassian.

His brow furrowed, his expression flooding with fear. “Are you upset?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You gazed at him, at your beautiful, incredible mate. “Cassian, I’ve been in love with you for centuries. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

He made a choking sound. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

You bit your lip, pondering how much to tell him. He took your hand in his, scooching closer, hanging on your answer. Finally you leveled your gaze with his. “I don’t deserve you.”

His face contorted in anger then, a look that had never been directed at you before. “Why would you ever think that?”

Incredulously, you gestured to him. “Are you kidding? Look at you! You’re the commander of the Illyrian armies, they’ve literally written about your war tactics in the history books, you’re one of six people in centuries to actually reach Ramiel, you’re so kind and good and--”

Cassian’s lips were on yours before you could continue. “I love you,” he murmured against your lips. “I love you so much.” 

Your heart melted at his words and at his touch. After a few moments, he pulled back to look at you again. “Never say that you’re not good enough ever again. You’ve been in Rhysand's inner circle for centuries for a reason. How do you not see how incredible you are?” 

All you could get out was, “You love me?”

He laughed, the deep sound practically bouncing off the walls, before his expression softened, gazing at you lovingly. “Of course I love you. I was acting so weird after you met Adonis because I had never been so fucking jealous in my life,” he said quietly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve wished that you were mine for a long, long time.” 

You launched yourself at him and he was ready for you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you kissed him. He laughed against your mouth, holding your body against his. 

Soon, you were completely tangled together, losing yourselves in each other.

Hours later, you were laying on the floor in front of the fire, your legs entwined together, your head on Cassian's chest, his arms around you. 

“After all this time,” you murmured, lost in the memories of all your lonely nights, now knowing that Cassian had felt the same way you did.

He kissed the top of your head. “I'm just glad the Mother finally helped us get together,” he chuckled.

“Me too,” you agreed. “We owe her a lot.”

“We owe her everything,” he said quietly, leaning in to kiss you again. 

You snuggled closer into him, relishing the thought that you would never again be alone.

@loving-and-dreaming @birdsflyhome @hanuh @sheblogs @iambored24601 @thalia-as-blog @evergreenlark @ecliphttlunar

[poeticlilies]

Dazai with a reader who’s really motherly with him? I feel like he secretly craves to be coddled but he plays it off with jokes for a while until a certain point where he just breaks :(

also I’m sorry if my request got sent more than once, tumblr is being silly ‼️

♡ My baby, my baby...

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: Comforting Dazai. (fem reader)

TW/CW: mental breakdowns, joking about mental health, dark thoughts, suicide, self-harm, mentions of religion (usage of word "God"), usage of "Y/N", angst -> hurt/comfort

It hurt.

It hurt so, so much Dazai Osamu thought that God had finally pitied him and was letting him die.

He couldn't breathe; his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves, and he sobbed, trying to let oxygen back into his lungs as they burned.

"Just get home," his mind repeated. "Just get home and you can see Y/N again."

A foreign corner of his heart quieted it's pounding; slowing down to consider the thought of keeping quiet long enough to see you. It agreed, happy at the thought of you; and after five minutes Dazai got up and walked out of the closet he had locked himself inside.

Kunikida stared at him, stopping mid-rant as concern flashed over his coworker's face; but before the blond could say anything, Dazai was out the door and on his way to see you again. The annoying ringing of his cellphone wasn't present; which means that Kunikida probably laid off of him and let him go home early.

He doesn't even remember going home, doesn't remember the sidewalk, the train ride, or the winding little path leading to the quaint little neighborhood; doesn't remember unlocking the front door and taking his shoes off, heart beginning to race again as it protests for the mind to uphold it's part of the deal.

"Y/N?.." he calls weakly; stumbling around your shared home. "Y/N!"

His mind begins to race, panicking; what if you had gotten kidnapped? or hurt? what if the Port Mafia took you? what if-- but his thoughts were cut off when the angel that is you, in your everlasting glory, appeared; dressed in shorts and a sweater, surprised (and a little concerned) to why he was home so early and stumbling around your shared house like a drunkard.

He barely hears the worried gasp of his name; barely processes anything before he's lunging for you, arms flying around your torso and coiling around it, tears coming to his eyes as he sobs in relief, crying and blubbering as he's finally back in your loving arms.

He feels the hand you have on his head caressing his hair gently as if he were a glass ornament that would break apart at the slightest touch, and he cries harder; burying his face into your stomach as he sinks down closer to the floor. He feels you crouching down with him; cradling his head against your chest as you murmur warm words that slither inside through his ears to his heart, comforting it as you hold him in your embrace.

You had never seen him like this; had always known the strong, brave Dazai Osamu; had always seen the confident, cocky, brave persona he put on. Whenever you tried to coddle him, he had brushed it off; but you never missed the slight twitch of his eyes, the lingering look in them as he turned away, the way his hand rested on top of yours for a second too long before he pulled away.

That's why you kept going; kept pushing at his walls, begging and pleading for him to let them down; that you weren't going to hurt him like everybody else, weren't going to be let in only to stab at everything in a frenzy like everyone else. No, you wanted to love him; to cherish him and to make him feel loved as you protected him from the world and it's miseries the way he did to countless other individuals.

And it worked; hence the events of today, as Dazai clings to your sweater and sobs.

"Shhh... Shhh.. baby, what's wrong?.." you murmur, finally; petting his hair as he begins to quiet down, obediently following your words.

"M-Missed you." he states, quietly, simply. "Missed y-you so much; c-couldn't think. Could-dn't do a-anything. Missed you so bad..." he whispers, tearing up again.

"Shh.." you whisper again; lifting his face up and kissing his cheeks. "Cmon, baby; you can tell me what's wrong. It's alright, darling."

And Dazai Osamu only falls deeper in love with you.

--

YAHOO!! sorry if u wanted smt else this was the way i interpreted it :(

[dreamsofmoney]

-> L&DS Sylus x reader

GN!reader, sub!Sylus who resists but defeated at the end, dom!reader (kinda mean and harsh reader), slightly yandere Sylus, suggestive but nothing explicit

Sylus is portrayed as very dominant in game, the first meeting with him alone is enough to give a clear understanding of what kind of person he is (or at least how he wants to show off in front of others) : a strong and ferocious man whose authority rules over everybody around him.

For that reason, it was quite a shock for him to witness you being so daring around him during that night, the one after he had saved you from those delinquents (more like kidnapped you, but he sees it differently) .

To think that you were so helpless just a few hours ago when he had found you and kept you safe in his mansion ; at night you were suddenly brave enough to enter his bedroom, quietly pushing the doors, stepping in as quickly as a little mouse. While he was sleeping, you carefully took his large hand, clasping the handcuffs on his soft wrist and attaching the other end to the bed frame.

Sylus was a light sleeper, the minimal sounds of the bedsheets moving, the click of the handcuffs or even just your steady breath were enough to avert his attention. As the predator that he usually is, the white haired man was ready to pounce on his prey, catch it, and imprison it again for daring to prowl around him.

He was just about to open his eyes, until he felt a ghostly touch on his bare shoulder, going down to his chest, pushing the thin blanket further away. Now he could only feel amused by your manoeuvres ; really, the little hopeless prey he saved was taking their chance in seducing him with their charms, right in his moment of vulnerability in the middle of the night? He restrained a smirk forming on his lips. But what could happen anyway after he takes the matter in his control?

All of a sudden you grip Sylus's chin in your left hand, making him wince under you. He lets out a grunt when he feels his teeth clench under your grasp, urgently alerted by your actions he glares towards your direction but he can't see you yet. The lights above blind him and he can only make out your silhouette on top of him : one thing that he is sure of is that you're smiling widely at him, as you let out a quiet guttural laugh, mocking his reaction.

However, Sylus is a man who knows how to keep calm and stay level-headed.

" The little bird came for somethin'? " he teases between his gritted teeth. Sylus wonders what exactly has motivated you to act like this; perhaps revenge, perhaps you've realized he is your savior and you've grown a liking into him, hence your seductive approach for the night - or something far more sinister is in your plans.

Silently, you trace your right handed fingers over different areas of his upper body, your soft feathery touch lingering and making him shudder. Although he keeps his composure stable, you can feel the goosebumps of his skin and his body hair rising up. He grows impatient of your little game, as you keep playing with him and you tighten your grip on his face, you know it's only a matter of time until the tiger snaps : you must tame it quickly.

You push the blanket further down, revealing more of his naked body ; the coldness that hits him makes him tense even more, his glare becomes more menacing, trying to pierce right through you and yet, you keep an immutable tranquility in your movements. Suddenly, you violently turn his face to the right, Sylus lets out a small gasp, then he feels a crushing pain in his left wrist, his arm forcibly pinned above his head. He ignores the pain and when he turns his gaze back at you, you tower over him, you're much closer, he can finally observe the traits of your face from up close. He notices this intense shining in your slitted eyes, with a big grin plastered on your face, somewhat of an evil look that he cannot help but find adorable too. You seem amused by the situation, while Sylus cannot feel more frustrated than now, he's not in for the teasing and playing around anymore.

"Birdie I don't know what you're trynna do here, but I suggest you to stop. Prying on me so noisily, with this kind of ridiculous method and accessory isn't gonna lead you to a good outcome."

"No. You just don't understand what's coming for you Sylus, and you had no idea of what I am capable of when you decided to bring me here. Now I'll show you just that."

Sylus frowns his eyebrows at your answer, utterly astonished and confused by your words.

The swift touch of your right handed fingers comes in contact with the supple skin of his chest again, lightly pinching at it here and there, then caresses up his neck, while a subtle pressure between his legs makes him impulsively squirm underneath you.

"I'm sorry Sylus, but I'm the one keeping you trapped this time."

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

Obviously this was inspired from the first encounter with Sylus in game and the moment when MC comes into his bedroom to steal the brooch. I really liked that moment in the game so I wanted to give it different turn hehe.

Writing is so hard!!! It's been so long since I wrote anything and this is my first or second time posting a drabble on here - I don't remember - so please do share, repost, like and comment if you like it and if you want more. Don't hesitate to come chat with me too if you wanna!

Also, excuse me for any spelling mistakes and grammar errors, english isn't my first language and I learn my language the way I eat my ice cream : messily.

[anonymous-dentist]

A tiny little merpepito au for the week

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Pepito misses Apa Roier. Pepito misses Apa Roier so much it hurts, and Apa Roier is so close! He’s just on the other side of the ship, and Pepito can tug on his shirt and get picked up and held the way Apa Roier used to hold Pepito in The Ocean, but. But he’s sad, and it’s all Pepito’s fault, because Pepito is a Very Bad Pepito.

Every night, Pepito eats dinner at the same table as everybody else. He sits by Pomme, because she’s nice, and by Richarlyson, because Richarlyson is too small to sit at the adult side of the table. But Pomme sometimes leaves her seat and asks her mom to hold her, and Richarlyson always goes to bother his dads. But Pepito… can’t. Because Apa Roier looks so sad when he looks at Pepito, and Pepito might start crying if Apa Roier tells him why.

Tonight, four days after Apa Roier joined the crew, Pepito sits alone and eats Pepito’s dinner. Pomme is with Miss Baghera, and Richarlyson is with Captain Celbi, and Pepito. Is. Alone.

Pepito sits with his head down, and he picks at his food idly with a fork.

He jumps as a plate it dropped in front of him.

He looks up, and there is Apa Roier with a fish bone sticking out of his mouth.

In the Language Of The Ocean, Apa Roier says, “Ayyyy, Pepito! There you are! I’ve been looking for you all day!”

He sits, and Pepito’s hands shake.

“Have you been avoiding me?” Apa Roier gasps.

Pepito doesn’t like lying, so Pepito almost nods. But then Pepito remembers that he’s a pirate now, and pirates are evil. So Pepito shakes his head slowly.

Apa Roier nods. “Ahhh, I see. You’re just too busy for me now, I get it.”

Pepito’s stomach turns uncomfortably.

“You’re a big Pepito now,” Apa Roier says. “And I’m just an old man.”

He even puts on his old man voice- the one that he does to piss Ama Rivers off that makes Pepito laugh- when he says that, but all Pepito does is put his fork down and stare at his plate with a chilly-feeling heart. He feels bad.

Miss Mouse laughs at the other end of the table. Misters Pacandmike are arguing with Captain Celbi.

Apa Roier is quiet.

Pepito isn’t going to cry. He isn’t!!! He’s a Strong Pepito! And he’s a pirate! Pirates don’t cry, they make people cry!

…Pepito probably made Apa Roier cry. Apa Roier probably broke down the second he heard what Pepito did, all because Pepito did a Very Bad Thing because Pepito is a Very Bad Pepito and and and and-

“Pepito,” Apa Roier quietly says, “I’m not angry.”

What?

Pepito looks up with wet eyes. He makes eye contact with Apa Roier, which honestly makes Pepito feels so much worse because Apa Roier looks kinda depressed with only two eyes. The Sea Witch took his eyes because of Pepito; just one more bad thing that Pepito has done.

Apa Roier gives a small smile. “I don’t know why you ran away, but I’m not angry. I mean, I’m pissed, but I’m not angry, you know?”

Pepito doesn’t know, but he also doesn’t care, because what does Apa Roier mean, he doesn’t know why Pepito ran away? He has to know! He’s a genius!

“BadBoy might be a real fucking creep sometimes, but he brought you to a real good guy,” Apa Roier continues. He glances over at Captain Celbi, his smile turning Weird. “I mean, Cellbit is kind of an asshole and he’s probably going to Hell, but he’s a nice guy.”

“Are you talking about me?” Captain Celbi calls, the same Weird smile on his face. Huh.

Apa Roier rolls his eyes and flips him off.

Pepito’s eyes widen. Apa Roier is so brave! Everybody knows not to mess with Captain Celbi, he’s evil! Mister Mike says so at least once a day!

“But listen, Pepito,” Apa Roier says, looking back at Pepito, “if you think I swam for a month to come and get you just for me to say I hate you or something, then you really are as stupid as your Apa Mariana. Because I-” (He reaches across the table and boops Pepito right on the nose.) “-will never let any stupid human pirates bully my Pepito. Only I get to bully you.”

Pepito’s eyes are starting to water again, dang it. Pepito is a Strong Pepito!

But then Apa Roier looks at Pepito’s plate of food and sighs and starts moving stuff from his own plate to Pepito’s, saying, “Pepito, Pepito, Pepito… You’re allowed to have more than fish for dinner. We’re pirates now, have pirate food. Here.”

And Pepito can’t help it. He missed Apa Roier so much…!

He jumps from his spot at the table and runs around to Apa Roier. He holds his arms up, and Apa Roier clicks his tongue annoyedly, but Apa Roier picks him up with a groan:

“Pepito, what the fuck? When did you get so big, eh? You’ll be taller than Mariana at this rate!”

Pepito is a growing Pepito, Pepito knows this. But he settles down in Apa Roier’s lap, anyway, and he hugs him because he can because Apa Roier doesn’t know that Pepito is a Bad Pepito. He still thinks that Pepito is a Good Pepito even if he is a Pirate Pepito now.

Apa Roier doesn’t know what happened. And Apa Roier never will.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Facts About Ragnar

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

All Children Joan Minerva

A/N: The last in order to finish the whole set - Ragnar everybody! You and Raph’s sweet boy❤️

Warning: None❤️

When your youngest child was born, Raphael was more than thrilled for it to be a boy, finally being able to give him the name he had been thinking of, ever since the day the two of you first had talked about children - Ragnar, after the brave legendary viking warlord, Ragnar Lothbrok.

However, during your son’s youth, it was clear that he was no warlord, nor did he seem to show any want to be one. That perplexed Raph, who had used training as a way to bond with Joan, mixed with knitting when it came to Minerva. But Ragnar almost seemed scared of training, staring confused and sometimes even tearfully between the boxing glove on his hand and the hanging sandbag his father and sisters wanted him to punch.

It took quite some time before Ragnar finally felt comfortable enough to even touch a punching bag. Slow and steady training, not just with Raph, but one on one with the rest of the family, finally got Ragnar to a more steady place in his early teens. It also helped quite a bit that Raph would take his time with Ragnar, letting the young boy talk about his fears, and giving him a place to express his emotions. Just like Minerva, Ragnar was a very anxious child, and both you and Raph understood that and did your best to help him.

Though Ragnar had gotten less anxious in his teen years, he couldn’t help but feel a little one edge when he turned 15, kneeling in front of his grandfather, Master Splinter with the rest of his family watching, as he was granted his weapon. A chigiriki - a handle with a chain at the end, that lead to a spiked ball. That was a surprise for most of the family, as up until that point, Ragnar hadn’t shown much interest in the chigiriki. However, he soon took a liking to it.

Ragnar would always be a little more couscous than the rest of his siblings and cousins, but that would not stop his teen curiosity. Though his curiosity wasn’t strong enough to push him out of the sewers without company, he would start roaming the sewers, going other routes than the ones that lead to Casey and April, or the ones that lead to his grandparents.

Finally, a 16 year old Ragnar asked his father if he would bring him with him on patrol one day. And that request was enough to make Raph bend his “no topside before 18” rule, bringing him along to a meeting at the NYPD, and a short easy patrol.

A few days later, Ragnar surprised both you and Raph with the announcement that he wanted to become part of the NYPD special task force, just like his father and uncles. And of course Raph started bawling, being so happy over your son’s emotional and mental growth. Courteous and likes to think everything through a few times, but nonetheless brave and strong.

[twoidiotwriters1]

How OP men would react in a situation where you get anxious (Straw hats men! x fem! reader)

A/N: Just working... bye -Val

Characters: Sanji, Luffy and Zoro

Words: 1,612

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Sanji:

Storm 

You wake up as another lighting strikes the peaceful silence in the Going Merry. Your body’s covered in sweat, your heartbeat pounding on your chest and the tears dripping down your cheeks. “Shit, shit, stop!” You say at loud as you cover your ears. “Please,” you sob. 

You always wanted to be like those people who enjoy the sound of the rain and are fascinated by lighting, but no... 

“Fuck! Stop!” You leave your bed, feeling frustrated and exit your room. 

The storm makes the ship lurch dangerously sideways, making you tremble in the corridors. The place you reach without thinking is the kitchen, and you fall inside immediately and crawl behind the counter. 

“Y/N?” You hear a voice, but your trembling body won't let you react to it “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Sanji kneels in front of you. 

Another lighting strike makes you squeal before you can say anything. 

Sanji frowns. “The storm?” He asks. 

You feel his strong arms move you to his lap and hug you against his chest. 

“It’s gonna be okay, sweets,” he coos as he caresses your back. You clutch your hand on his shirt like your life depends on it, his body heat and tender touches try to calm you. “I got you, baby. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I promise.” 

He keeps saying sweet reassuring things to you as if the storm isn’t out there. 

“You’re so brave, Y/N,” The storm is fading little by little. “So strong and smart. Don’t worry about anything, you can trust me. Oh! You know what this reminds me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, “When we made that complicated cake,” he chuckles. “I was scared and anxious, but you reassured and trusted me. You helped me in the kitchen, and we made a total disaster all over the place.”  

You remember too. You raise your head to watch him.  

“We burned the mix three times!” He exclaims laughing. “And the flour was more in your face than in the cake,” You giggle at that, so he lowers his head and smiles softly at you. “We did it at the end, didn’t we?” You nod. “But you never gave up on me,” he leans and kisses your forehead. “Are you feeling better, love?” 

You nod again. “Thank you, Sanji.” 

“There’s nothing to thank, darling. It's a pleasure to have you in my arms. You know what I’m thinking?” 

“What? 

He moves his arms to hold you tighter. “I’m starting to think my arms are made for holding you.” 

You smile. “I think so too,” You lean to kiss his cheek. 

Luffy

Being in the spotlight 

“So, is it true that you’re the only one without a devil’s fruit?” A girl interrupts your walk. 

“Uh?”  

“Who’s the stronger Straw-hat?” Asks another boy. 

“How did you defeat that super strong man?” The people surround you and ask you many questions. 

 “Are you dating someone?” 

“Is it true that you’re the future pirate queen?” 

Your body starts to shake, it’s hard to breathe and your hands are covered in sweat. “Please, just back off. I don’t know—” 

“Are you having a family with Monkey D. Luffy?” 

“Who’s more handsome?” 

Meanwhile, Luffy’s enjoying food at the corner when he hears his name. He turns to look for the person, but he stops startled as he sees all the people reunited on the other side of the room. 

“Nami,” she’s by his side. “What’s going on there?” He points. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Guys!” Usopp arrives taking off his binoculars “They’re surrounding Y/N!” 

“What?” 

Luffy stretches his neck, and he finds you in distress. “Usopp,” he pokes his arm. “I have an idea.” 

** 

The lights turn off and then, just one reflects to the other side of the room. “Ladies, and gentlemen,” Usopp appears. “May I have your full attention, please? I want to show you something. I’m sure you’ve never seen before!” He moves dramatically. “And for that, I need everybody to walk closer to me!” The crowd move slowly, curious about the new show. 

Out of nowhere, you feel a grip on your waist and are pulled until you crash into a body. You open your mouth to protest but Luffy makes a sign to be quiet. He lifts you, so your legs hug his low waist, and you hold him by the neck. Luffy jumps and runs out the window and through the big house’s roof to finally land in a flat part. 

When he makes sure you can stand, he lets you go. 

“Holy shit!” You’re heavy breathing and put a hand on your chest as you sit down. 

“Are you okay?” Luffy asks. 

“No, Luffy. I’m not okay. A million people cornered me, asking me stupid questions and they demanded answers, then being treated like a fucking ragdoll and fly to the damn roof!” You yell at him exhaling all the frustration. 

He moves awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “So, how do you feel now?” He smiles. 

You frown standing up. “Why do you ask me that? How blind are you? I'm annoyed, overwhelmed, and exhausted. They don’t know about us; they don’t know me. I mean, how dare they ask me all that bullshit and treated me like I’m the weak one of the group? Shit! Someone asked if I’m having children with you! We saved them two minutes ago and they want our gossip? Why?” 

“You should scream!” He raises his arms. 

“What?” 

“Scream! Like this!” He screams like an animal as he jumps many times. “C’mon! Your turn!” 

You’re so confused by now, but your body’s shaking still so you obey him. Both of you scream so loud that your throats hurt. Somehow, that helps and makes you feel lighter. After a while, you look at Luffy and he smiles wide. You hug him tight. 

“Thank you, Lu.” 

He giggles. “You’re welcome!” He hugs you back. “Now, I’ll go for more food for us,” he says ending the hug. 

Zoro:

Crowd 

The city’s downtown is crowded, and it’s the stupid festival's fault, Zoro thinks. 

You two must find Luffy before the Marines do, but the people and all the distractions make it difficult. At some point, Zoro feels your small hand grabbing his wrist and he turns to see you out of breath and trying not to get lost, the people are moving and crashing into your body like you aren’t there. 

“Shit,” he murmurs. Zoro quickly takes your hand and leans at your height. “Y/N, hey. Breathe, breathe for me, c´mon,” You look at his eyes with fear. 

“I can’t—I have to... Zoro, help,” you try to say. 

He nods ignoring his lack of orientation and he takes all his focus on getting you safely out of there. He pulls you closer to his body, then he remembers Nami’s words ‘If you need to return to the ship, follow where the big fish statue is, and you’ll see the Merry—Zoro, wake the hell up!’ He shakes his head. 

“The big fish!” He yells and points at the other side of the fountain in the middle. “Let’s go, I got you,” he tells you as he puts an arm around you and starts to push people away. He can feel your tense body and he checks your status every few minutes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” 

The second he says that a loud bang is heard, causing panic among the people. They run and scream everywhere. 

“Zoro!” You yell. 

“Fuck!” He thinks fast as he kneels near you. “Hop up!” He points at his back. 

You jump, hold his neck and place your legs around his waist, hiding your face on his shoulder. Zoro makes sure you’re okay and run as fast as he can. Although some people push him, he continues his way without stopping. 

You close your eyes as the tears fall without control. You can’t think of anything else but to hold Zoro. 

“Y/N, hey,” Zoro whispers. You open your eyes slowly and realize that you are back on the ship. 

You sit down, back against the wood handrail and Zoro kneels in front of you. “There you go,” he smirks looking at your eyes and grabbing your face. “How do you feel?” 

You analyze yourself, checking if your body is complete; your heart isn’t rising anymore. You’re… fine. “I’m okay,” you smile. “Thanks to you”. 

He nods caressing your cheek. “Are you sure? Do you need anything?” 

“Just… just you, please,” He moves to your side, and he lifts you to his lap as he holds you to his chest. “I was so scared,” you mumble. You feel his kiss on your forehead. 

“It’s okay, it’s over now.” 

“Have I ruined everything?”  

“Usopp found Luffy, and the others are coming, you don’t have to worry.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t say crap like that, everybody’s scared of something.” 

“You aren’t,” You lean back to look at him. 

“I was scared too,” he looks away. “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“About what?” 

“Let’s just— uh,” he groans, “just let me hold you before someone sees us.” He pulls you back again. 

“But what scared you?” 

“Forget it.” 

“But I want to help you, what if it happens again?” 

“It won’t, I’ll make sure of it.” 

“But—” 

“Lose you, okay!? Scared the shit out of me, damn it!” 

“Oh.” 

After a minute of silence, you hug him again. 

“You’re my hero, baby,” You smile hearing his scoff. 

“Shut up,” you giggle and you’re sure he’s smiling too. 

“My knight in shiny armor.” 

He puts a hand over your mouth. 

[areislol]

Hi ^^! I'm here to send a request! Could you write for Neteyam, Lo'ak and Ao'nung x gn!Navi reader who has the most beautiful voice in the clan and sings a song about them?

ft. neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung

warnings. nothing!! just fluff <3 romantic!! kinda short im sorry :(

a/n. trying out a new-ish layout, not really layout but i never really add gifs when writing for avatar but i guess i will for this one.. // headcanons (bullet points)

neteyam sully

oooooo he's in love!!

you were well known for your enchanting and captivating voice in your clan.

so of course neteyam knows about you! the whole clan practically knows you and your family.

you were close friends with the sully family, mostly neteyam although everybody notices that you always spend so much time around tuk... but that's besides the point!

on some occasions where he can't sleep he would ask if you could sing to sleep and you do, with your silky and soft voice.

he mentally takes in your voice, whenever you spoke, sang and even your shouts.. (yeah i dont know what's up..)

the tsahìk would request for you and a few other singers in the clan to sing whenever a ceremony/celebration was coming up.

but everybody knows that no singer (that they know of) could ever compare to your voice.

it was angelic, what this father jake had said, it carried emotions when you sang, your tone and the way you sand was like no other and neteyam loved it.

but on one (ceremony) night everybody in the clan sat, ate and danced as the musicians played the music

you and some other singers were called up to the front by the tsahìk. everybody all sat down and their whispers faltered.

all of you all sang and your voice stood out the most. it was louder then the rest but not too loud.

everybody enjoyed the song, but only deep in the song did they notice the lyrics.

"mighty", "strong", "caring", "handsome", "a warrior."

all of these lyrics described a special person.. neteyam.

when his mother, neytiri, heard the lyrics she have the most biggest grin of all towards neteyam.

he didn't even notice anything!! just staring at you in awe and listening to your voice.

that was when lo'ak nudged him slightly, just to get him out of his trance.

"sorry for interrupting you, but i think someone up there is talking about you" he smirked

neteyam is caught off guard and ignores his brother, instead he just listens to your lyric and bam, he understood right there and then.

his whole family is just teasing him it's embarrassing, everybody was looking as well!! which made you smile because he finally understand now.

they all listen to your song till the very end where you get off stage and talk to your friends who were teasing you about being such a love-bird

once everybody got up and went about to other places to eat, neteyam went a bit deeper into the forest where he knew where you were.

blushing madly when he's going there like damn

when he questions you about what that was about !!all!!you!!did!!was!!smirk!!!

his knees feel like jelly now.. all thanks to you.

neytiri and jake are spying on you two, totally not creepy

"ahh, young love"

lo'ak sully

omfg boy is blushing!!

lo'ak is known for his troublesome behaviour, he was never that special, always in his brothers shadows, waiting for the day where people will notice him

and you do, you see him.

so everybody is appalled when they all take in the lyrics you sang, not so much of his siblings since they know what's up but neytiri and jake? they are more than shocked.

"troublesome", "curious", "impulsive", "misunderstood boy" to "sweet", "brave", and so on.

as soon as all the boys that liked you heard the lyrics and understood who you were singing about they lost all hope.

lo'ak is blushing like a mad man ;( unable to keep back his growing smile as he makes eye contact with you as you sang

you? the best singer of the clan who was absolutely breathtaking? was singing about him? him? lo'ak?

he's in denial at first, but the sinking feeling that you were actually singing about him?? oh he's so in love with you.

lo'ak is turning his head around and telling everybody within his view and vicinity about how you're singing about him!! boasting, really.

his crossed legs bouncing as he speaks about you.

"oh yeah, guys, they're singing about me!! me, can you believe? well... i can, i am brave and sweet after all."

once the song ends and you're walking away he's quick to get up and speed walk towards you.

he grabs you by your arm and he expects you to flinch or something but you don't, you already heard his breathless laughs and loud steps coming towards you.

he's begging for you to tell him why you sang about him, out of all people, him.

"really, lo'ak? i expect you to know"

now don't get his hopes up too high... but that stupid cheeky grin of his now spreads widely on his face, "oh.. im sorry but i don't, please tell me"

"no, figure it out yourself, it's soooo simple"

lo'ak hates guessing.

you roll your eyes when he asks if you could sing him to sleep with that song.

this precious baby <33

ao'nung

he's not surprised honestly, yeah we all know his ego is big af

but like.. EVERYBODY in the clan (including his parents and his sister) knows that he has a big crush on you

smirking as everybody gives both you and him looks, as his friend rotxo shakes his shoulder and give him a big smile

the lyrics at first scare him, "big ego", "rude", "misunderstood", and such but he relaxes when he hears the last few lyrics.

"kind", "caring", "brave", "stupid."

he ignores the 'stupid' anyways

his mother and father are giving each other looks and are smiling, their boy is growing so fast *sniffles*

but they agree with everything you say, brave and stupid, and how he has a big ego.

he makes sure to keep eye contact with you as you sang, grinning as soon as both of your eyes lock

if you decide to maintain eye contact then good on you!! you're making him blush 100x harder

if you're too shy and look away it'll only make him grin wider and harder.

a warm knotty feeling grows in his abdomen to which he places his hand over it, it's an uncomfortable yet comforting feeling.

he thinks it's sweet of you to sing about him when you had everybody else to sing about yet you chose him

wait.. you chose him? did that mean...

oh wait no, don't tear up now

ao'nung memories all the lyrics, the beats and rhythm

his tail even taps to the beats.

once you finish singing you walk into the crows and bow, saying your "thank you"s and so on as you passed, clapping the hands of the small children and waving at them.

ao'nung eventually lost sight of you as you disappeared into the crowd.

later on, once the ceremony had finished and everybody had walked back home, he decided to stay back to talk to you

he was quite nervous at first but then he remembered, "brave" yes, he had to be brave.

he sees you packing away some things and surprisingly you were alone. he walks up to you and gives you a small smile

"why'd you sing about me?"

"who said i was singing about you?"

his heart drops. and you smile.

"just kidding, why not? just wanted to i guess" you say as you shrug your shoulders

he spends the next few hours chasing you around and questioning you, ignoring the looks he was getting as he passed by their marui, trying to catch up with your speed walking.

"wait- slow down y/n!! ugh"

(he sings your song when you're away/before sleeping, it's comforting)

note: if you would like to be added to the avatar taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy

taglist: @tomansimp, @howlandhaku, @luciphyls, @vizkiz869, @aonungobsession, @pandorainmymind, @luvlykrispy, idk if there was more so if i forgot you im sorry!!​​

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!

another note: . . . . . . not me procrastinating and rushing this in like 2 hours lol, anyways.. can't wait for next sunday!! going to see if there any ferrets up for adoption, mwa mwa

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[timkonshipper]

how ash's friends in alola find out he's loaded

This is set about a couple of weeks into Ash’s stay in alola(it started off as a fic but turned into a rough outline because I don’t have time)

“That’s it for today's class. We’ll continue the discussion tomorrow. In the meantime, I’d like to remind you all that the assignment on grass types is due by thursday.”

The whole class chorused “Alright professor!”

Lillie had finished gathering her things a few minutes before anyone else had. She wanted to ask Ash something, however, she didn’t know if it would be well received. But, the question had been nagging at her for quite a while now and Lillie hated having unanswered questions. She finally decided to suck it up and be brave, something she had learned from the boy she was about to question. 

While she had been busy with her internal monologue, the rest of the class had already packed up. She floundered a little, as Ash was obviously geared up to go train. It’s now or never Lillie, she thought before she finally stuttered out“Hey Ash, I know it may be a little rude of me to ask but umm wait nevermind.” 

Even the few words she had gotten out left her as red as a tamato berry. 

“Are you alright Lillie? You can ask anything, promise I won’t be offended”

She gathered her nerves and quickly spat out the words before she could second guess herself “It’s just, I’ve noticed that you’ve been wearing the same set of clothes for a while now and was wondering… well I mean you said that you initially hadn’t planned to stay right? So I was just curious if you hadn’t packed enough clothes or something, that’s all.”

She could tell that she had asked the question that had been circulating around all of their friends' minds for a while, given the surprised but curious expression all of them were sporting. 

Ash just laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head “Oh you’re right! I definitely didn’t pack enough for a long stay. I’ve been meaning to go shopping for a while now but end up getting distracted or something comes up. There’s never a dull moment you know!”

Lillie brightened “In that case, would you like to go shopping right now? We could show you around and help you pick out something. That is, if you and everyone else is ok with it” she finished on an uncertain note. 

“Oh that’d be great! You’d really be up for that?”

Mallow and Lillie reassured him at the same time “Of course! It’ll be so much fun!”

Lana, sophocles and kiawe added that they were free for the day and wouldn’t mind tagging along. 

With that set, they parted ways, promising to meet in front of the most famous shopping complex at 4. 

On the way to professor Kukui’s house, ash scratched the back of one of pikachu’s ears and said “It’s really nice of them all to help me out isn’t it buddy?”

“kachuu!” his buddy replied affirmatively. 

Before they knew it, the clock on the wall was already at 3:55. Ash and Pikachu looked at each other before jumping up and exclaiming “Oh no! We’re gonna be late” and a “Pikaa!” respectively. 

Somehow, they managed to run the distance in 4 minutes flat. Everybody else was already there and sweatdropped at his dramatic entrance. 

The girls asked him where he’d like to go first, but were then reminded that he didn’t know what was there or where it was. 

They decided to walk around for a bit before sophocles decided that they should all show Ash their favourite places and go from there. 

Kiawe went first, taking him to Ahiwela where said he got all his shorts from. He did warn him that it was a little on the pricey side, but was made of really strong and durable fabric. Ash picked out a few in the colours he liked and went to try them on. They were a perfect fit and were also super soft so he decided to get them all. 

When he came back out and told his friends that, they all looked surprised at him considering all five would cost a hefty sum. Mallow casually warned him not to spend everything at one place as there was still a lot to see and buy. With a smile, he dismissed her worries and went to check out.

Next, sophocles took him to palule maika where he got a couple of shirts. Once again the class is kinda surprised that Ash has enough money to buy so much at a time. 

Mallow and Lana shop at places where they only sell female clothing so they decide to take Ash to look for some accessories, jewelery and the like. The girls mainly window shop because everything is crazy expensive there. 

However, Ash does spot a couple of cute things themed after some of his pokemon so he obviously has to get those. 

He also sees things that he knows his mom, misty, may, brock, serena, bonnie and cilan would like so he picks up a bunch of those as well. 

The girls got really distracted so when they turn back to Ash they were surprised at all the stuff they took. They assumed Ash would be like the other guys who don’t have an interest in this stuff. 

However, they’re all really hesitant to tell Ash that most of this stuff is really expensive. They think that he didn’t know the values of all the objects he took. Sure he bought lots of other clothes but at least those were durable and practical and worth spending hard earned money on.

Before they could tell him however, he already went to check out all of it. He didn’t even bat an eye at the price which confounded everybody. 

Kiawe said what they were all collectively thinking. “Ash, you've been spending so much. Won’t your mom be really mad?”

Ash is super confused like, “I don’t spend my mom’s money? Like it’s been 7 years since I have lol.”

Now everybodys confused about whose money ash is spending. 

He just laughs it off and says that he earned a bunch over the years competing and saving the world(although he leaves out the latter)

That's when Lillie takes him to her favourite place where everything is really crazy expensive but she loves their collection. Turns out it's this really popular Kalosian brand which Ash knows has clothes for both humans and pokemons. 

The place was almost always cleaned out in kalos because people bought everything up just a few days after its release, however it's still full in Alola with everything existing in all the sizes. He has a couple of their stuff from what he could find in Kalos, but their pokemon collection was always sold out whenever he visited. 

Ash almost buys everything they have for pokemon because this is the opportunity he has been waiting for. He doesn’t care much for fashion really, just comfort and practicality but he knows a lot of his pokemon would die for some of this stuff so he can’t help himself. Even though his friends now know Ash is loaded, it’s still shocking to see him dish out 2 grand for a tulle skirt and beret. 

After everything is done, when he insists on paying for their meal, no-one really refuses because they now know two things - 1. Ash is really rich and has money to spare but also that 2. One of his love languages is to give his friends gifts and spend money on them and who are they to refuse Ash showing his appreciation for him. 

[m1d-45]

(Spoilers for windblume alert!!! Also this is meant to be platonic, I see collie as a little sister 🥺)

Dear Collei,

Hello! Are you enjoying the windblume event? I just wanted to say that I’ve heard what you said about yourself and I think your personality is great as it is! I know what you’ve been through and I think you’re so strong and brave - if I had gone through the same things, I don’t think I could keep smiling like you do. Moreover, I’m actually shy too. I tend to overthink things because I’m scared of saying the wrong thing or offending people, and I’ve always been a bit weird I suppose. I get how you feel and seeing you struggle made me want to give you a big hug. Finally, I wanted to give you this windblume! It’s a yellow tulip and it means “sunshine in your smile”, because I wish you lots of happiness!

[attached to the letter is a yellow tulip]

From the creator

collei sat at one of the empty tables outside of good hunter, pulling her small cloak tighter around her shoulders at the breeze. it’s a bit chilly, but not enough to warrant sitting inside.

she’d already given tighnari her order, and with her task of saving a table complete… she looks around the city. across the street, to marjorie’s shop, or further up where timaeus is speaking with ying’er. she’d picked a table close to the building, nearer to the alley and more out of the way, so she feels a little more comfortable than she normally would looking up at the sky.

it’s so easy to see the stars in mondstat. in sumeru, the tall trees tend to make the sky a faraway reach, saved for the more open plains or the desert. but here, even with the lights of the city, she could see them clearly. a treat, since there’d been a meteor shower all day.

she kept her eyes on a particularly bright star, her smile only twisting into a frown when she realized it seemed to be getting bigger as time passed. she took in a breath, ready to call and alert somebody, but then she blinked and suddenly it wasn’t a star, but a spiky ball floating in the air in front of her.

collei stared. the ball floated low enough it bumped her nose, and by the time she’d moved her chair away and blinked away her shock, all that remained of it was a a bright gold trickle of dust, gently dropping a flower and a piece of paper into her lap.

the flower was bright yellow, but the letter did little to help clear her confusion. who would hear what her wish was for the prophecy that hadn’t already given her a windblume? surely it would be easier to gift in person, right? but how was the flower even still alive, considering how it got to her- and to further that, why would you send your message like that? wasn’t there an easier way than a…

collei hid her face in her hands, slightly embarrassed it had taken her you literally signing it with your title for her to realize.

“now, what would use would a musician have for a flower… i don’t think there’s bass-is for carrying one.”

“cyno, please.” despite the bitterness in tighnari’s tone, he did little more than roll his eyes and set down the plates he was holding on the table. “is this really necessary?”

cyno smiled, taking his seat. “what? oh, do you not get the joke? i could explain it to you if-“

“cyno.”

collei moved her chair back up to the table, seting aside the flower and your letter. unfortunately, it didn’t go as unrecognized as she hoped, with tighnari tilting his head at it as he sat. “what’s that?”

“a letter,” she said. “for windblume.”

“didn’t you already exchange windblumes with everybody you knew in mondstat? who would have something else to give you?”

“come on, tighnari. i cyno problem with it.”

“you-!”

and even in the ‘argument’ that followed, collei was smiling.

[allzelemonz]

Blame, Consequence: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader is referred to as ‘man’ and ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, dubcon Warnings: Dubious consent, O’Driscolls are their own warning, Reader is an O’Driscoll, power dynamics, power imbalance, manipulation, humiliation, cock shaming, exhibitionism, public sex, performance sex, oral sex, face fucking, praise Summary: You take the fall for a mistake made on a job, Colm feels like punishing you a bit differently than usual.

It’s Tommy’s fault. Most things are really. The man is an idiot, always has been and always will be. But Colm doesn’t like to admit his mistakes, and trusting the wrong man is a big mistake. So when the law came early and Tommy was clearly to blame due to his reckless way of handling the job, Colm blamed the first man he saw. The ride back to camp was fast, quiet, and full of tension. Everyone can feel it, they just don’t know who Colm will take it out on yet. There’s three of you aside from Tommy and Colm himself, all of you are equally likely targets. As you hitch the horses the three of you share a look, knowing two of you are probably going to have to hold the other while Colm beats them.

You just so happened to be the first man he sees.

“Declan, Billy.” Colm calls. “Bring your friend along.”

Billy follows the order, taking your arm.  Declan gives you a sympathetic look first, but takes your other arm. The fear comes over you as they walk you into camp, you can’t help it. You’ve Colm do awful things to his own men, ones like you that have never crossed him or done a thing wrong. He tortures them anyway. They bring you to the middle of camp, just a few yards from the main fire, where Colm stands waiting patiently.

“Take his gun belt, Billy.” Colm instructs.

His voice is an eerie calm, his demeanor even more so. Colm isn’t really the type to yell, just the type to speak quietly and creepy before he kills without mercy. Billy carefully takes your weapons from you and looks to Colm for further instructions. Billy’s always been loyal, all three of you have, yet you’ve all taken beatings for nothing.

“You gonna behave yourself, boy?” Colm asks you.

You take a shaky breath, putting on a brave face. “Yes, boss.”

Colm waves Billy and Declan away, leaving you alone in the middle of a large circle of O’Driscolls. He doesn’t do this often, beat one of his men so publicly, but you’ve seen it before. You’re usually on the sides, watching the poor soul, but now it’s you. Colm’s eyes cut into you and it feels like your chest might cave in, all the eyes on you makes it much worse. Last time you took the fall for someone else's mistake Colm just beat you on the spot. Only Declan was there to see and it was just a few hits. You have the feeling this will be worse.

“Strip for me, boy.”

Colm’s order hangs in the air, far from what you expected. He’s beaten men to death, cut so far he hits bone, left men out to freeze overnight, but this is a first.

“Boss?” You ask, face twisting in confusion.

“Go on.” Colm nods, his hands resting on his gun belt as he stares holes into you.

You try to collect yourself, stay strong through whatever he has planned. You have no context for this. He’s taken a man’s shirt before so he could cut at his chest, but he’s never outright ordered a man to strip in front of the whole gang. His eyes stay fixed on you with a heavy stare as you bring your hands to the buttons of your shirt. He watches through the whole process and you try not to think about where you are. As the chilly air hits your skin, it’s hard to deny that you’re here, bare and exposed.

Colm hums, walking towards you. “You fellas think he’s impressive?”

You unconsciously try to cover yourself at the comment. A few shouts and whistles come from the gang, compliments and insults alike.

“Don’t be shy, boy.” Colm says as he stops about a foot away from you. “Not everybody can have somethin’ ta swing around. Somebody’s gotta be tiny.”

A heat comes over you and you can’t quite place if it’s embarrassment or rage. This is the punishment, calling your dick small? Like some twisted childhood bully. The beatings are starting to seem like the better option. Colm comes closer, his eyes raking your body in a way that makes you shiver more than the cold. He moves fast, harshly gripping your dick in his hand and holding it tight. Whispers from the gang fly around in your head as you try not to wince from the pain.

“I expected a little more.” Colm squeezes harder, pulling slightly. “This is just disappointin’.” 

You don’t move, don’t react if you can help it. If you resist, you’re well aware you’ll die. But when you feel that ache, that growing feeling, you feel like death may be preferable.

Colm hums lowly. “Ya like this, boy?” His hand loosens a bit and he pumps you once, enough to make the ache worse. “Never took ya fer the type.”

“Boss, please.” You whisper, the air in your lungs running thin.

“Oh.” Colm chuckles. “I like that. Go on, boy, beg.”

You wince as he grips you tightly and tugs hard enough to pull you forward an inch. “Please.”

“Way I see it, boy, I got two options.” Colm whispers, a wicked smile on his face. “I can deal with ya here and you can spend the night in the cold or ya can impress me.”

“Impress you?”

“I beat ya.” Colm says, tugging at your dick again. “And I leave ya out here ta freeze or ya get on yer knees, show me what a loyal man ya are and ya can come warm my bed fer the night.”

You consider the options. You’ve been beaten my Colm before, left out in the cold too, but you have an option this time. Suck off your boss in front of the gang and you get to be in a warm tent with a nice bed. Sleeping with Colm might not be so bad. He’s relatively easy on the eyes, strong, suave. Maybe he’d like you, remember you and not blame you for someone else’s mistakes again.

“I’ll do whatever you want, boss.” You say, voice shaky.

Colms hums, releasing his hold on you. “Go on then. Impress me.”

You sink to your knees and try to ignore the calls and whistles from the gang. It occurs to you that you may never hear the end of this. Everyone you see on a daily basis is watching, including those you half-way consider friends. They’ll talk about this forever, call you a whore and a million other names, but it’s too late now. You look up and meet Colm’s piercing eyes as they cut all the way to your soul, bringing a guttural feeling of fear to you.

So you focus on the task your boss has given you. Impress him. You unfasten his pants and pull out his surprisingly hard dick. He’s enjoyed this, watching you squirm and making you submit. Of course he got off on it. You run your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum and earning a slight hiss from your boss. You’re not sure if it’s reassuring or frightening, knowing he wants this and that he’s enjoying it. You swallow the nerves and ignore your own aching need as you lick a slow stripe up the underside before taking him in your mouth.

Your ears fill with comments from the crowd, whistles, a few calling you a whore, obscenities you’d rather not think about. You try to focus as you take as much of your boss as you can, fitting your hands around what you can’t fit. Colm is long, real long. Slowly, as your heart beats out of your chest, you begin to bob your head. Colm’s hand grips at your hair and you try not to think about anything but getting the job done, making him unravel hard and in record time.

Spit begins to trickle down to your chin as you pick up the pace. But before you can do much, Colm puts his other hand in your hair and takes your control away. His fingers grip tight and it stings as he starts to use you. You let your hands fall to your side, submitting like you’re sure Colm wants. He fucks your face at a punishing pace as the gang whistles and jeers. You have to put everything you have into controlling your gag reflex as Colm’s long dick slides in and out at a harsh pace. Keeping your eyes closed, you try to be what Colm wants, a submissive warm mouth for him to punish. You can’t feel your own ache anymore, there’s too much pain in your jaw and throat to feel much pleasure from this. When he releases, it’s without warning, fast, and sudden. For an older guy, it’s impressive that he used you as long as he did and it’s even more impressive that his stream of seed seems never ending as it goes down your throat. Even when he pulls out, it’s still strong and he aims it to cover your skin. The feeling of the sticky cum landing over your face, neck, and chest is unpleasant given your context, but you sit and let Colm do what he wants.

You blink your eyes open slowly, thankful what landed on your face is restricted to your chin. Colm fastens his pants, looking down at you darkly. The surrounding gang murmurs, all wondering if Colm’s done with you. Some of them want to go to bed and be done with it, others want to see more.

Colm grunts as he squats in front of you and takes your chin in his hand, looking over his work. “Such a pretty boy, ain’t ya?”

You try to hold his gaze, not wanting to seem weak, but it’s so heavy and cutting that you have to look down. His grip on your chin doesn’t make things easier as it accentuates the pain in your jaw.

“You been real good, boy.” Colm hums. “Real good.”

You shutter a bit at his words. “T-thanks, boss.”

His hand grips your face, making an unflattering squish of your skin. “Good with a gun, pretty on yer knees, I ain’t sure which I like more.”

He releases your face and holds his hand in front of your mouth, a bit of his cum having rubbed onto it from his hold on you. You glance between his hand and his face, reading what he wants before you carefully lick the cum away. Colm smiles, tilting his head as he watches you.

“You.” He groans, deep in the back of his throat. “Are gonna keep my bed warm fer a long time, darlin’. How’s that sound? My own little whore.”

Your heart races, a mix of fear and the lingering excitement that still aches, hard against your stomach. “Whatever you want, boss. I’ll, uh, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Colm grins, sickly and twisted. “Ain’t ya sweet. Loyal little thing.”

He offers you a hand and you take it, allowing him to pull you up. The surrounding gang is quiet now, waiting for Colm’s next orders. He snaps his fingers in Billy’s direction, holding his hand out for your gun belt. Billy scrambles towards him, handing it over and returning to his spot in the crowd as quickly as he can. Colm runs his hands over your belt, the thing that shows your status as a gunslinger along with the O’Driscoll green mask lying with your clothes in the dirt a few feet away.

“We’re done here!” Colm shouts to the gang and they disburse without question as he holds out your belt to you. “Get yer things, darlin’. You got a long night ahead a’ ya.”

His grin sends a shiver up your spine. He turns towards his tent, taking his time to saunter. You gather your clothes from the ground, not bothering to dress because you know Colm will only make you remove them when you arrive at his tent. You still have that ache, burning now, and you wonder if Colm will give you any attention or if he’ll just fuck you for his own end. There’s no telling given his unpredictable nature so far tonight. You clutch your mess of clothes close and you walk to the boss’s tent, hoping for the best.

[saiyanwitcher]

currently gnawing at the bars of my enclosure after that last chapter!!! Maybe it’s in sympathy with Max’s oozaru? 😭😂 The insight into how badly Max + his instincts just wanted to see Charles shredded up my heart just as much as seeing Charles + his instincts needing comfort that they couldn’t have 🥲💔

But I’m also so proud of them for staying strong and being brave! It seems like they passed the first test— although I just know that it’s going to go to shit somehow in the field 😅

It was also nice to see Alonso stepping up and being so protective of our little Charlie 🥺 and so terrible of Jos to put his grubby appendages on Max in front of everybody! I hate that man, I HATE HIM!

I’m sure sending Charles out into the field is either a plot to simply get him killed or to expose Max’s feelings, and while I’m not looking forward to the ramifications of that at all, I feel like we’re going to get some protective!max somehow and I’m excited about it, even if it might scare the living daylights out of his Eldri 😅 but I’m also feeling pretty wary about Carlos and all of his feelings… not sure I trust him to protect Charles if he needs to 🤔

It seems far away, but I’ll still be over here crossing my fingers for some crumbs of fluff for the boys sooner rather than later 🤞

Hi Anon!

The ABO universe has always resonated with me, and I wanted to play on those ideas a little bit with my use of the instincts/hindbrain/designation dynamics in this work. A need for balance in a relationship or in a mated pair just speaks to me and having that need for the other with Max never needing anyone or anything provides me with some extra fun 🙃

The test could've gone better, but it also very well might've gone a whole lot worse!!

If Jos Verstappen doesn't have any haters I'M DEAD! Having a nice moment for Charles to really piece together what was going on felt cathartic to write tbh. The whole time, it's been, what is he doing? why is he doing that? when did that start? what is the goal?? and we got a bigger chunk of the puzzle filled in after 21. More will be filled in before the end of part 1 as well!

I'm not going to comment on the battle or Max and Carlos 🙃 you'll just have to wait and see on that one.

There will be fluffy heartbreak coming a lot sooner than you think my friend!! Thanks for the ask and the support❤️

[clone-anon]

I am going through a lot lately and really feel like I need a good cry but Im scared to let it out? Even as an adult, I know this is silly, but I have always been like this and scared to cry in front of people. I love Howzer but I feel like he is very brave and I'm not but maybe please could I get a story to help me cry? If not Howzer I also love Cody and Echo. Thank you and if you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and thanks

It's always good to let it out, but it can be so hard. All the boys are strong and brave and would be safe to cry with. Since you mentioned Howzer first and I haven't written him in awhile, that's who I went with.

Howzer had come over for the weekend. You let him sleep in and decided to get ready for the day, but it wasn't long before you found yourself curled up on the couch. Everything felt overwhelming. Your brain would not stop going and you wanted to just let it out, but it wouldn't happen. That's how Howzer found you.

"Hey," he said, standing near you and looking for your eyes to meet his.

"Hey," you replied, glancing at him before going back to looking at the wall.

He sat down next to you. "What's going on, love?"

You frowned and weren't sure what to say. He reached an arm around you, pulling you toward him.

You replied in barely a whisper. "You'll think it's silly."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No I won't."

You knew you were secure with him and started telling him about what was going on and how, despite it all, you felt like you were only crying out internally, but the tears wouldn't come. You were walking around carrying deep sorrow with no avenue for its exit.

"But," you replied looking up at him, "you're so strong and brave and have been through so much, this just feels silly of me to feel this way compared to you."

Two tears streamed down his face and without shame, he let them fall. "I have lost so much. So many brothers. And I have missed out on a life that other humans have but that we clones were denied. I try not to think about it, but sometimes, the weight of everything gets to me." More tears streamed down his face and he added, "Sometimes we keep going through the motions, but it catches up with us."

He held you closer and rubbed your back. You could feel yourself start to get worked up and tried not to stop it.

"This isn't silly," he said. "You're going through so much and how you feel about it is okay. It's okay to let it out."

You broke down in his arms and started sobbing. A rush of tears and emotions came through and he kept rubbing your back and telling you softly that he was here for you and proud of you. You didn't know how long it lasted, and afterward you felt like you had a poofy face and knew your eyes were red, but your heart felt a bit lighter. You could see he had let more tears fall too.

"I'm always here for you," he said. "None of this is silly."

Look everybody who needs to cry, stop what you're doing. Okay now just picture your favorite clone. They are holding you. They are supporting you. It's okay to cry. Don't feel like they're there in person? Find a pillow and a blanket and hold on to the pillow and wrap the blanket around you. Those words you wish you could hear to comfort you? Your clone is saying them to you right now. You are safe. You are loved. It's okay to cry. I know it can be hard to get that dam to break, but take the time to let it. Don't hold those feelings in. They are valid.

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2023

Day 07 - Noisome

"Why the hell did you allow her to come with us, A'viloh??", the Viera standing beside him quietly growled so that the goblin waddling in front of them couldn’t hear it. Rael had used his full name, which meant he possible was in trouble if he wasn't careful now.

A'viloh could see it in Rael‘s face that they were one badly chosen word away from loosing all self-control and strangling someone. Like a bomb thats fuse had been cut off an ilm before detonation, they would go off at whoever would be stupid enough to ignite it again. The Miqo'te strongly hoped that this person wouldn’t be him.

The two of them had been send to Brayflox Longstop to check on the goblin lady who was in charge of the place. It turned out she was up to her neck in problems and obviously A'viloh and Rael (but mostly A’viloh) had offered to help her. In the end the odorous delicacy Wheiskaet had requested was saved and they were ready to return to Costa del Sol when the goblin had offered to accompany them.

"It‘s not like we could have said no, right?", A'viloh asked carefully with an apologetic smile on his face.

Rael glowered at him. "No, of course not! You can never say no to anybody…"

"That’s mean...", the Miqo'te answered with sagged ears and a face that would have made everybody but Rael feel bad for what they just said. And he wasn’t wrong either. Bravely A‘viloh had mastered U’odh’s test, which had more felt like an attempt to bully him. Now the least the Viera could do was tolerate a few annoying goblins a little longer…

Rael’s furious expression softened for a moment as if they contemplated to admit their mistake but that wasn’t exactly their strong suit.

"I am not going to apologise for something that’s true! I know you mean well A'vi, but sometimes you gotta say no. It’s bad enough that I‘m never going to get that horrendous smell out of my clothes again but if that goblin opens her babbling mouth one more time I‘m going to forget myself."

Angrily Rael eyed Brayflox who was loading her goods on the little boat that was meant to take them to Costa del Sol. A'viloh had suggested to take the land route through Lower La Noscea but the goblin had justifiably insisted that it would be faster to take a boat. So he kind of had shot himself in his own foot with accepting her offer. Rael was probably right that he needed to say no more often…

In an attempt to pacify the situation A'viloh said: "Well, I like her stories."

The Viera shook their head. "You don’t understand half of the nonsense she‘s spouting!"

"But it sounds funny.", he shrugged.

"I can’t believe she was a part of the Company of Heroes!", Rael wondered. "You saw here fighting that drake! She was more a hindrance than any help."

A'viloh admittedly couldn’t remember any stories of the Company of Heroes in which Brayflox would have played a role but the idea amused him.

"I can vividly imagine Wheiskaet and the rest of them taking turns in babysitting her.", Rael added as if they read his thoughts. "I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s going to get herself killed five minutes after we leave her alone…"

A'viloh doubted that but kept it to himself.

Suddenly they were distracted by a noisome smell that by now they knew better than they wished. Happily Brayflox waddled towards them planning to pass their wait time with more chatter. She carried a small wooden plate with pieces of that repulsive cheese on it.

"Goodly uplanders!", she called. "Here! Uplanders try tastyfresh gobbietreat as thanks for helping gobbieflock!"

A'viloh and Rael looked at each other with terror.

"I think I’m going to throw up." Rael whispered.

A'viloh nodded and answered: "I guess this is a good time to practice saying no…"

[ellena-asg]

I had McDanno dream and looks like these dorks are walking disasters (in love) even in dream universe 😭😭😭

AT THE OFFICE:

Kono says that they all work too much so it's time to relax a bit and have fun at the evening. She and Chin invite all Ohana to a party at some club. Everyone is like "hoooray!".

IN THE CLUB:

Everybody is having fun. Kono and Chin are laughing, Max is dancing, Jerry is Ohana's camera-man, some woman is now talking to Danny, she is smiling... Ok, not everybody - Steve definitely isn't having fun. He is sitting behind the bar and observing Danny. He's drunken as hell. He is jealous. Very jealous. As hell. And he's devastated, so damn much devastated.

STILL IN THE CLUB:

The woman is still there, still talking to Danny, still cheerful. Kono was wrong, Steve thinks, this party sucks. It was a bad idea. They should go now, somewhere... To a place with no strangers, with no ladies smiling at Danny.

Steve sighs. The music sucks too, he thinks. It's definitely too cheerful and too sweet. And too ugly-romantic.

She wanna dance with Danny. Fuck.

Rihanna. Beyonce. Madonna. George Michael. And now Justin's Cry me a river. Why they all had to make music that is sexy, Steve sighs again. It should be banned, he thinks while looking at Danny and that woman. They're still dancing together. Steve wanna another beer. But then... DJ plays another song.

THE CLUB, STILL:

Steve doesn't like the song. But when he hears its chorus he changes his mind. It's catchy, he thinks now. 🎶From here on out I'll be your commander🎶 [Kelly Rowland - Commander]. Suddenly he feels a new power. A damn strong power. He has to win. He is ready. So. He takes the last sip of beer, takes a deep breath and goes to Danny.

ON THE DANCEFLOOR:

Steve is now standing in front of Danny. Danny wants to say something but Steve is quicker. His eyes are deadly serious and very focused on Danny. He starts dancing, close, soooo close to Danny. Danny seems to be confused, and the woman... Steve doesn't care about it now.

Each time Steve hears "I'll be your commander", his body movements are more and more determined, full of passion and generally it all screams "Danny, look, I need you, I crave you, I LOVE YOU!!!".

"Hey! Guys, look at this!", Lou points at Steve. All Ohana is staring. Jerry is now McDanno's camera-man. "Whooooa! Mating dance!", Sang says and all laugh with him. "Finally!", Chin is so happy.

And all looks really good, Steve is so brave and focused, he looks so adorable and handsome, so happy inside, his dance is really powerful and well, hypnotizing, even his lips are moving when there is "commander" line... But Danny isn't dancing.

And finally Steve notices that.

"Danny?", it's Steve who is now confused, very confused. Danny just smiles. Soon he says: "Wow. What an enthusiasm, commander! But you know it's not a jody call, huh? Not Seals' hymn?". Danny laughs. When he sees Steve's face (poor Steve is devastated again) he adds: "Too much beer, ha? Oh boy, come, we'll buy you some water...".

Steve has no idea what went wrong. And Ohana is like "What... What?! Naaah, come on! Not agaaaaain. What's the matter with these two...".

[rockthistowninsideout]

Inspired by this post from @tangledupblue

First Kisses

Words: 1193 Pairings: Takari, Kenyako at the side Audience: General

Set around in 2005, but without any reference to tri.

Takeru was smirking when he crossed the soccer field where Daisuke was training. Hikari, who was watching Daisuke from the railing that separated the field from the bleachers, saw him first. Her eyes went wide when she caught the mischief on his face and sighed. She didn’t know what Takeru was up to but she sure knew it was nothing good. Daisuke chipped the ball into the air but miscalculated the force and so the ball flew higher and further away than intended. Takeru, sensing the opportunity, dashed the last couple of metres, jumped fluidly into the air and caught the ball with ease.

Hikari rolled her eyes and muttered „show-off“. But she couldn’t help but blush when she saw Takeru’s shirt riding up his stomach to reveal a sliver of tanned skin.

Instead of throwing the ball back to Daisuke, Takeru carried it to him. Before he gave it back he first embraced Hikari who flushed even more but, apart from that, managed to hide her embarrassment. Then Takeru leant back on the railing. „So, Daisuke... Have you been kissed yet?“

Hikari’s eyes went wide and Daisuke turned as red as his hair. „How - how dare you ask that?!“ he spluttered after several seconds of silence. „That is none of your business!“

Takeru’s grin only grew bigger. „So you haven’t. I knew it! Well, here’s your chance to rectify that.“

Daisuke’s gaze flickered towards Hikari. He wasn’t nursing his crush on her anymore but if Takeru asked him to kiss her – and she was fine with that – he wouldn’t object, even in front of Takeru. Though judging by the look Takeru was giving him it was probably not with Hikari. „Why would I want to do that just now? Especially if you offered me the chance?“ A lightbulb went on in his mind. „Wait, does that mean you want me to kiss you?“

Takeru raised his eyebrows. „Of course not. Well, unless it’s you’re dearest wish. But I have already asked Miyako. And she has agreed.“

Hikari started giggling while Daisuke’s face fell entirely. She quickly composed herself though and smacked Takeru on the back of his head. „What were you thinking? And how did she agree to this? She’s over the moon with Ken, why would she want to kiss Daisuke?“ She quickly looked over to him and said „No offense. But I guess you get what I mean.“

He nodded as if in a daze. His younger self would have probably jumped for joy because it interpreted her „no offense“ as being not opposed in general to kiss him. But his present self was more confused than anything. The only reason Miyako would agree to that was… „There must be a catch, right?“, Daisuke asked.

Takeru shrugged. „Just a small one. I keep myself from telling Ken how she feels about him.“

„But that’s blackmail!“ Hikari exclaimed. She was torn between laughing and berating Takeru for his meddling.

„Besides, everybody knows that she likes Ken like that. That’s not a particularly strong argument to go into negotiations with“ Daisuke pointed out.

„Yeah, but that’s not what she thinks. She believes to be always utterly composed around him, a total enigma when it comes to her feelings. So she was absolutely surprised when she heard that I knew.“

„Well, I’m not gonna kiss her.“ Daisuke crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted.

Knowing that he definitely had an ace up his sleeve, Hikari glanced to Takeru. Who, as expected, grinned roguishly. Then he looked up into the sky, finger tapping pensively at his chin. „Hmm, I wonder what Taichi would say if he knew that you were lusting after his darling sister all through first and second year of junior high. As far as he is concerned, Hikari isn’t allowed to date seriously until she’s 25. Aren’t you, Hikari?“

She snorted. „But only in his dreams.“ She inched closer towards him and smiled. Feeling brave, she said „Speaking of dating: We haven’t been to the cinema in quite a while. I think it’s time we go once again. The movie Junebug sounds really promising.“

„Now hang on a second!“ Daisuke interrupted, finally finding his voice again. „You can’t threaten me with Taichi’s eternal wrath and then casually flirt with each other over movies! Takeru, you cannot possibly do this to me. Please! What have I done to deserve this?“ Takeru and Hikari exchanged glances which prompted Daisuke to say „Wait, I don’t want to know. But I mean, as your leader I demand you to stop this tomfoolery right now!“

They looked at each other again, this time with arched eyebrows. „Daisuke, that’s not gonna help you here. Though I’m impressed that you know the word ‚tomfoolery‘“ Takeru teased.

Daisuke inhaled deeply, quietly fuming to himself, before his shoulders slumped. Takeru’s remark seemed to have been the last straw to break the camel’s back – or, in this case, Daisuke’s dignity. „Fine, I’ll do it.“

„No, you shouldn’t have to!“ Hikari interjected. „If your powers allow it then your first kiss should be something special.“

He tilted his head to the side. „Was yours special?“

Hikari smiled faintly and looked over to Takeru. „It was heartfelt, yeah.“

Daisuke sighed. „Still, I’ll do it. Not that I actually fear of being torn to shreds by Taichi’s ,mama bear' attitude.“ For noone to hear he mumbled „At least not completely“. Louder did he say „But, honestly, I don’t really care that much about my first kiss. I guess, with my limited grasp on romantical things, that the kisses you share with whomever you really love feel like first kisses all the time. So it’s fine that this first kiss goes to Miyako.“

„Apart from that not every first kiss is actually special or super romantic“ Takeru said, but after catching Hikari’s skeptical face he quickly added „I mean, I’m not speaking from experience here. Yamato told me – but don’t tell him I told you because then I’m a dead man. Anyway, I’m sure it’ll be great because Miyako had her first kiss from nobody else but the best.“

„From Mimi?“ Hikari asked incredulously.

Both boys’ heads whipped around as soon as she’d said that. „How do you know that?“ they asked simultaneously.

Hikari blushed furiously and stared down at the ground. „Can’t a girl be curious?“ she muttered before looking firmly up again. „Whatever. So, it’s decided then? You and Miyako are going to kiss?“

Daisuke shrugged. „There are no other options left. I know that which ever way I choose, I won’t live this down. Either Taichi’s at my throat or Takeru is sending me suggestive looks every day. And I’d rather have Takeru’s gloat than Taichi’s anger.“

„Sweet. I’m not giving you a date and time on where to do it but don’t take too long.“ Takeru clapped.

Daisuke rolled his eyes. „Don’t worry. I do what a man’s got to do.“ With that he picked up his soccer ball and waved the two of them goodbye.

Hikari looked at Takeru, shaking her head. „Why exactly were you so keen to get them to kiss?“

Takeru smiled winningly. „Just for fun.“