#hes been on the brain lately im afraid

[conmenn]

who let him drive that ????

his part in the bw credits lives rent free in my brain like of course he’s got a hot pink car.....

[rivilu]

The more I think about the story through Daeran's pov the more insane i go. btw.

[hoshifighting]

Could you do svt’s reaction on forgetting their anniversary with the reader?

seungcheol’d been so wrapped up in schedules, meetings, and everything else on his plate that the date completely slipped his mind. the moment it sinks in, his stomach drops. he’s sitting at home, scrolling through his phone when he sees the reminder forgotten on his past notifications—anniversary dinner tonight. “shit, shit, shit.” he stands up abruptly, knocking his chair over as he scrambles to grab his keys. you’d been waiting, and the thought of you sitting there alone eats him alive. when he finally sees you, there’s no smile, just regret. “baby, i’m so fucking sorry.” his voice cracks. seungcheol is a person for whom responsibility is a priority. and the feeling that he failed a commitment and with you. makes him want to cry. “i don’t know what happened, but i swear i’ll make it up to you.”

jeonghan? oh, he knew it was coming. he just thought he had more time. his confidence gets the best of him. but when you bring it up, the look on your face says everything. and it’s like his brain short-circuits. “oh, t-the date,” he mutters under his breath, realizing that he’s been too laid-back about it. he tries to play it off, but the second he sees how hurt you are, he internally crumbles. “i really fucked up, didnt I baby?” he’d spend the rest of the day trying to fix it, probably spoiling you with something over-the-top, even though you’re still a little pissed.

joshua forgot because he was so caught up in helping his family with something important. when he checks the time and realizes what day it is, he freezes. “no, no, no.” he whispers to himself, heart sinking. his first instinct is to call you, but when you pick up, your tone is cold. “josh, where are you?” your voice is sharp, and he can’t even find the words to apologize. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to. i—” he stumbles over his words, feeling like the worst boyfriend in the world. “i’ll make it right, i swear. please, just... let me make it right. im heading to the restaurant baby, just a sec, please”

junhui’s mind was on a completely different planet—he’d been immersed in practicing something new for you, wanting to surprise you, that he completely blanked on the actual anniversary. when it hits him, he laughs out of sheer disbelief at himself. “holy shit, i’m a dumbass.” he’s halfway through a text to you before deleting it, knowing a message wouldn’t be enough. he’s at your door within minutes, out of breath and a little frantic. “i know i’m late. i’m so fucking sorry. i... i was planning something for us, but i screwed up. can we start over?”

soonyoung’s the type to get so wrapped up in everything else that he loses track of days entirely. when it sinks in, it’s mid-dance practice, and he stops dead in his tracks. the date flashing in his brain like a neon sign. “no way,” he mutters, practically throwing his phone down as he rushes to text you. “please tell me you’re still there. please, please.” the guilt settles in hard when he realizes you’d probably already left. he wants to apologize in person, but he’s afraid of what he’ll see in your eyes. “i’ll do anything to fix this. just... just don’t hate me.”

wonwoo’s lost track of time probably because of a gaming session that went on way too long. he’s always been a little absent-minded, and this time it cost him. he doesn’t realize it until late at night when he’s scrolling through his phone, and your messages pop-up nonstop. he freezes, eyes glued to the screen. “fuck, my babe.” he knows it’s bad. wonwoo’s never been good with words, so when he tries to apologize, it’s a little awkward, but sincere. “i really didn’t mean to forget… i’ve just been all over the place.” he’ll make it up to you in quiet, meaningful ways—extra touches, thoughtful gestures.

woozi was in the studio, headphones on, lost in the music, lost in a project, an album, something like this. when the reminder popped up on his phone—the one he had set just because he knew he must NOT forget, he stared at it in disbelief. “no. fucking. way.” he pulls off the headphones, heart racing, standing up from his chair. he didn’t forget on purpose, but he knows that’s not going to make you feel better. he is already imagining how disappointed you’ll be. he hates that he’s made you cry without even being there to see it. without thinking, he grabs his things and rushes out, dialing your number.

minghao is probably halfway through some deep meditation or art project when he finally thinks of it. the date pops into his mind, and he freezes, the calm shattered in an instant. thrown off balance his usual balance. he hates that he let this happen, especially when he’s always so in tune with your emotions and your relationship. minghao will come to you with all sincerity, not trying to make excuses, just wanting to fix it. “i didn’t mean to forget… you know that right? you know how much I love you.” after the restaurant's booking was fucked up, he brings u to another expensive restaurant, trying to cheer you up with a sad smile.

mingyu’s the type to feel absolutely awful about it. he’s so used to being thoughtful and over-the-top with his affection, so when he forgets the anniversary, it feels like the ultimate failure to him. “oh my god, no way,” he groans, running his hands through his hair. he’d feel guilty as hell, probably already planning some over-the-top way to make it up to you before you even bring it up. he rushes to call you, but it goes straight to voicemail. “baby, please call me back. i’ll make this right, i swear.” the thought of you waiting for him with disappointment in your eyes kills him.

seokmin probably gets caught up in meetings, back-to-back phone calls, just grinding through work like he always does. the moment he sees the date on his calendar on the table, marked with a red heart, it hits him like a fucking truck. he’s frustrated with himself, pacing around the room, trying to figure out how to make it up to you. he doesn’t waste time; the guilt’s already settling in. you mean too much to him to leave it like this, so he’s quick to call you “baby im on my way home, wait for me—shit know i've made you wait a lot already, but just give me some minutes, in on the central bridge”

seungkwan was busy with work, thinking about a million other things when he realizes he forgot your anniversary. for a second, he just stands there, processing. “i’m the worst,” he mutters to himself, panic quickly setting in. he dials your number, but when you don’t pick up, the guilt is agonizing. he would probably appear on your door with everything he can, chocolate, plushies, bouquets of flowers, but all of it, with his teary eyes in the middle.

vernon is the type to lose track of time when he’s deep into something. so when he realizes the date, his heart sinks. its already night when he notices that he had sent you “good morning” and not even mentioning the anniversary. he feels bad, but he doesn’t know how to handle it right away. “let’s do something special today, okay?” he promises as he leaves the subway station.

chan feels like absolute shit the moment he realizes. he’s been so caught up in trying to prove himself, so focused on rehearsals, working hard, pushing himself, that he lost track of what day it is. “fuck, i can’t believe i forgot,” he mutters under his breath, hands clenched into fists. he hates that he let you down, and when he comes to you he gives all of himself. his face scrunched up everytime you hang up his calls, but you cant ignore the door since he lives with you. he would just hug you, even though you don't recriprocate, he does it.

[huxhsz]

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ikaw lang

— synopsis: caleb is back, but he's different. he looks the same, talks the same—but something about him feels just out of reach, like a melody you can’t quite remember. the boy who used to piggyback you home, who cut apples for you without complaint, who always found a way to annoy and protect you in equal measure—he's not here anymore. and yet, as you watch him silently peel an apple, his hands steady and sure, you realize something. you still want him. even if he’s changed. even if he's not the same. because no matter what, he’s never leaving you again.

— note/s: first post on tumblr im a bit intimidated HAHA wrote this while listening to ikaw lang by nobita and also realized i NEED filo caleb. save me filo caleb save me I NEED TO WRITE A FILO COLLEGE/HS AU OF HIM SO BAD

cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

caleb has changed, you realize grimly.

he sounds the same, looks the same, talks the same—

but he's not your caleb.

he's not the same caleb who used to piggyback you home after school, he's not the same caleb who would use you as his fake girlfriend to ward off his fangirls, he's not the same caleb who would slice apples for you because you would always complain about being lazy... no.

when you look at this man's—this stranger's—face, you do not see your caleb. you see fleet colonel caleb of the farspace fleet, you see a soldier hardened by war, a man who has seen too much and lost even more.

"—pipsqueak? pipsqueakk— earth to pipsqueak? oh, there she is! hello, what has gotten you so out of it? you're staring, y'know."

caleb raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the kitchen counter like he belongs there. like this is normal. like you haven’t been standing here, silently cataloging every little thing that’s different about him.

"am i?" you blink, tilting your head, feigning ignorance. "you sure it’s not you just being self-conscious?"

"as if," he scoffs, and there—there it is. a glimpse of him, of the boy you knew, the boy who used to flick your forehead whenever you got too smug.

but then it’s gone, swallowed up by something older, something colder.

his fingers tap against the counter, a steady rhythm. you used to recognize all his nervous habits. the way he’d scratch the back of his neck when lying, the way his nose scrunched when he was about to say something stupid. this? this tapping? you don’t know this one.

"well?" he prompts. "you gonna tell me why you’re looking at me like i grew a second head?"

"you’d be lucky if that happened. then you’d have twice the brain cells," you retort automatically. safe. easy. the kind of banter you used to have.

it works. he rolls his eyes, lips twitching like he wants to smirk. "real original. you workshopping that one while zoning out?"

you shrug, moving to the fridge. "maybe."

his eyes follow you. you feel them, just like you feel the weight of his presence in this space that suddenly feels too small. he was gone for so long, and now he’s here, standing in your kitchen like nothing’s changed.

like everything hasn’t.

"you still eat those awful store-bought apple slices?" he asks, nodding toward the fridge.

"mm. got tired of cutting them myself."

he exhales sharply—something between a laugh and a sigh. "figures. lazy as ever."

you expect him to leave it at that, but then, before you can process it, he’s reaching for the fruit bowl on the counter. a knife glints in his hand, and for a second, your breath catches. not because you’re afraid—no, never of him—but because of how he holds it.

not with the careless ease of someone cutting fruit. but with the precise grip of a soldier trained to kill.

a second too late, he seems to realize it too. his fingers shift, adjusting to something more casual, more familiar.

"still want them peeled?" he asks, tone too light.

you force yourself to breathe. "obviously."

he hums. starts peeling. his movements are too smooth, too calculated, but for a moment, if you squint, you can almost pretend.

almost.

he hands you a slice without looking up. you take it.

it tastes the same.

you chew slowly, watching him, waiting for something—anything—that feels real.

his gaze flickers to yours, unreadable. then, softer, quieter—

"good?"

the apple sits heavy on your tongue.

you swallow.

"yeah."

you chew, swallow, and place the half-eaten slice on the counter. caleb watches, waiting for something—maybe for you to complain about how the pieces aren’t cut evenly like you used to. but you don’t. you just stare at him, this version of him, and you realize something.

you still want him.

not just the boy he used to be—the one who would throw you over his shoulder just to prove he could, the one who’d grumble about being your fake boyfriend but always played the part too well. no, you want this caleb, too. the one who stands before you now, heavier with the weight of things unsaid, carrying shadows you don’t recognize.

your fingers twitch, and before you can overthink it, you reach out. you expect him to flinch when you press your palm against his wrist—his grip tightens just slightly around the knife, but he doesn’t pull away.

"caleb." you say his name like an answer to a question neither of you have asked.

his jaw tightens. he sets the knife down, slow and deliberate. when he finally looks at you, his eyes are searching, guarded—but underneath it, there’s something raw. something afraid.

"i know," he says. and it’s barely a whisper, but you hear everything. the guilt, the exhaustion, the hesitation.

you exhale. "i never said anything."

"you don’t have to." his lips press into a thin line. "i can tell."

you consider denying it, telling him he’s being dramatic, but you’re tired of pretending. so instead, you squeeze his wrist, grounding him.

"it’s okay," you say quietly. "if you’re no longer the same caleb I knew."

his breath hitches. you feel it more than you hear it.

"because either way—" you tighten your grip, firm, unwavering, "you’re never leaving me again."

his body stills. like he’s waiting for the catch, for the conditions, for something that makes this feel less like a promise and more like a fleeting moment he can let slip through his fingers.

but you don’t take it back.

caleb swallows. his free hand twitches at his side, like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to.

"say it again," he murmurs, voice barely above a breath.

you step closer. "you’re never leaving me again. i won't let you."

this time, he exhales shakily, as if he’s been holding his breath for years. and then—finally—he rests his forehead against yours.

neither of you move.

the apples sit forgotten on the counter.

(caleb drops a bag onto the counter with a dull thud.

you glance at it, then at him. “what’s this?”

“apples,” he says, already rolling up his sleeves.

you blink. “they’re not pre-cut.”

“no shit,” he snorts, pulling out a knife. "figured you were overdue for the real thing.”

you watch as he starts peeling—smooth, practiced movements, no hesitation. he still holds the knife like a soldier, but his hands are steady, deliberate. for you.

a slice appears in front of your face. you take it without a word. it tastes fresher, sweeter.

he smirks. “better than that store-bought crap?”

you chew, swallowing down something thick in your throat, replacing it with something lighter in your chest.

“…yeah.”)

[writingoddess1125]

Sweet Locks

Welp I got Bored so this got made as promised.

Part 2 >>>

Sebastian Krueger x FemReader + OOC

Warnings: Baby Trapping, Mild Threats, Obsession/Possessive,

This is a bit scarier then the Nikto one

"Hi!"

Your son said cheerfully, Waving at everyone he saw as you strolled through the grocery store. Adding Items from your list in, aka another pack of ramens as your Son Waving at an old women who had giggled at his very bubbly personality.

"Well aren't you a little social butterfly"

The women cooed, You giving a smile at her as Marcus started to talk to her. So far his vocabulary was two words at best, a little behind in terms of words however made up with it by his sweet nature.

"Up!"

He says holding his arms out to her, Which you quickly lower.

"No no, Let's not play the pick up game with strangers. Im so sorry"

You interject and the older women laughs. Waving it off as a sweet kid and a good thing. The stranger departing which you were greatful for before looking back down at your son. He was more social then you- Clearly. Which made things a bit awkward, however in truth you marveled at such a personality when he came from a.. well one hell of a guy.

Sebastian Krueger had been a fairly nice boyfriend from when you two were together just over a year at the time. Having worked out a nice arrangement with the Austrian military man- who was incredibly secretive, a bit broody and overall.. Interesting?

But he had also been rather intense- But originally you didn't mind it.. It translated well in different parts of your guys relationship which had been really fun.

However you'd started to notice his almost possessive ways later on into the relationship, He was loyal and protective sure but it had become to feel like a hand slowly closing around you. Like when he finally strike he would never let you go.

It scared you.

Like if you stayed it would only lead to you being trapped. Which while he was a nice man to you, it always rubbed you the wrong way.

So you broke it off with him over text- Which had been shitty you knew. However you knew it was better, As you'd been able to take a breath without that pressure.

But as if You had tried to slip away just a second too late- You found yourself pregnant. Which.. Well Sucked- However you made peace with it, no reason to be bitter. So you choose to have and keep the baby-

Why the hell not.

Leading to your current state, Chubby toddler, Ramen noodles and most likely a spaghetti dinner.

As you turn the corner to grab some pasta sauce you spot a figure at the edge of the aisle seemingly looking at some random pasta- The expensive ones at that.

Your brows knit together confused, the figure seemed painfully similar. Scratching at that primal 'run away' part of your brain. It wasn't till you saw the side profile of his face did it click-

Shit.. is that Sebastian?

You executed the smoothest U-Turn known to man in a cart as calmly as possible and once out of view speedwalked away to the opposite side of the store.

Was it dramatic?

Sure-

But anyone seeing their Ex in public would make a break for it afterall. Especially when you got a toddler that loves everyone and would probably try and get picked up by the man who was a mirror image of him. So Yeah No-

You were far from the food at this point, tucked in the baby section and toiletries-

Looking around the corner were he had been before as you wait for the coast to be clear- Marcus starting to giggle at seeing you like this, Also the fast cart movements having clearly amused him.

"(Y/N)?"

Oh you could cry.. also were incredibly confused at how he not only found you so fast when you had gotten to the otherside of the store in like a minute?? Turning to face him you give a soft awkward smile- But damn did he still look good.. Sporting a black medical mask, a black compression shirt and sweatpants. Dear God sweatpants-

"Um, Hey Sebastian"

You mumble softly afraid of staring. However that was pointless as he walked over to you. Subconsciously you move infront of Marcus, as if a shield. However unsure why you're doing this.

"How long has it been? 3 years?"

32 months (with pregnancy included) to be exactly but who is counting..

"Yeah give or take, How have you been?" You were mentally screaming at the awkwardness of this all.

"Gut- You know.. (Y/N)-"

"Mama Up!"

You close your eyes at your son behind you. His chatty little self of course wanting to he picked up at this point.

Krueger cocks his head to the side, Interest shining there as he heard the small voice.

Moving to the side you look to Marcus to once more tell him no for the time being. Catching a moment of Krueger returning his head to its natural position and stared.

"Not now Marcus.. Mama is talking okay?"

Glancing to the side you see his eyes flick down to you, Then to Marcus who was staring back at him confused before smiling brightly. You couldn't lie, it was a bit weird looking between the two- You knew that Marcus looked like Krueger but God damn, It was like a copy paste kind of moment. You'd provided some skintone but besides that, It was all him. It was sort of unfair really now that you think about it.

Krueger continued this little processing before he smirked under his mask and started to chuckle which caught you off guard. Covering his face with his hand as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. You honestly couldnt tell which direction he was laughing at- couldnt be anger, amusement? Whatever the fuck else?

"Marcus hm?"

"Hi!"

Of course Marcus said happily, happy to once again greet especially one who knew his name. Krueger smiling through the mask at this as he stared at the little boy.

"Hallo"

He said sweetly, Waving a hand at him in return as you saw that same overly possessive loving look he had given to you before.

"Let's go to a Cafe near and talk"

Krueger said suddently, almost too calm for someone who had just found out they had a child. However you found it best not to question it. Leaving your groceries as it seemed ridiculous to keep shopping as it was.

The man escorting you out with a firm hand on your lower back- Marcus on your hip smiling up at the stranger walking you out of the store.

Which lead you to were you currently were. Seated awkwardly in a nice Cafe that Krueger had dragged you to which was nearby- It seemed fairly new as well since you didnt remember it being there.

Clearly a place he was also familiar with since he had his face mask fully down. Currently having gotten a clementine with some other baked goods for you both and was handing off individual wedges of the peeled clementine to Marcus who was clearly loving the attention and eating the wedges happily.

Honestly it would have been cute if you hadn't felt to tense.

"So, When did you find out you were pregnant?"

"...5 weeks after we broke up"

Humming softly with a nod he went on to the rather elegant strawberry Danish which he ripped with his fingers and once again handed to the toddler who fucking inhaled it even after eating a whole clementine. Drawing a smirk from the grown man as he handed another peice over.

Taking a moment to look the toddler over, Looking at his hands- His arms, face as if examing for imperfections or if anything was wrong.

"Du isst und schaust gut geliebt aus. Gut. Ich würde es hassen, deine Mama verletzen zu müssen"

He spoke calmly, Smiling as he seemed to look over Marcus with a careful eye and hand him another bit of Danish. You had no idea what he'd said but you hear 'Mama' which made it clear it was about you.

"I will be involved, with both of you of course-"

You blink in surprise at his rather blunt statement all of the sudden, Straightening out in your seat as you stare at him.

"Wait what? What do yo-"

"You will be packed by end of the week, Your stuff will be shipped to my home in Linz. It is nice area, plenty of things for you to do"

'What was happening' You feel like you have whiplash and a panic attack starting up real quick.

"L-Linz? Like Austria? I-"

"Ja, you will pick up the language fast also. Pretty area, Big house, big allowance also-"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not leaving?- You can't just uproot me, us!? I work! I have a home!"

You protest, breathing hard as you look to your son who was staring at you clearly worried. Krueger raided a brow at you, Before curling his lips upward in a dangerous smile.

"Hasi (Austrian german ver. of Bunny). It isn't a discussion nor something you can argue. He is Mine. You are mine. You're leaving with me if you like or not"

"Your job will be called, saying you are moving with your husband now. Understand?"

"You're fucking insane!-"

You scoff as grab your bag standing up quickly to grab Marcus to leave. But Krueger slammed his hand on the table, making both you and the baby jump.

"Sit back down. Now"

He barked. You stare at him, hesitant before slowly sitting back in your seat. Krueger took a heavy breath, Before looking to Marcus.

"Hand loud.." Marcus said shyly pointing to the Krueger hand still flat on the table.

"Ja, Papa hand very large. So it's very loud. Did not mean to startle you little one"

He cooed softly. Smiling at Marcus as he placed a hand on the boys hair and feeding him more Danish.

"I won't do that again, Okay?"

Marcus nodded at this a soft touch to his hair and the Danish clearly to smooth over the noise that had scared him- Krueger greatful the child was much more pleasant and sweet then others since he didn't seem to mind.

Krueger kept his gaze soft as he gently touched his sons mousey brown hair that matched his own. Not bothering to look at you as you glared daggers at him.

"I never told you my in detail my career. Nor will I- However just so you know. Running will be very bad for you, You will be very fast to learn why I cover my face when I work. I'd hate for you to see that side of me"

Your brows scrunched together, now confused and a creeping of worry settling on you. Looking to Marcus in his grasp, you could tell he wouldn't hurt the boy but it didn't mean you weren't any less terrified at getting threatened by a man who had your son in his hands.

He sighed almost disappointed pulling his large hand from the boys hair to give Marcus a sip of juice, holding the cup steady for the boy.

"Besides I am persuasive in all that I do- and if you act up in fighting on this, I know how much you like your hair pulled. I hope as much if dragged to the airport"

Your face paled and he smirked, seemingly satisfied with your reaction with understanding the situation you were in.

"Gut. You understand now"

He said calmly, Handing the last little bit of Danish to Marcus who finished eating with a happy smile and seemingly full. You still sitting there looking at your Coffee and Almond Croissant that he had ordered for you. Your brain reeling as you glance around the empty Cafe, Had the Cafe workers not hear this?.. Did they honestly not see the panic on your face?

Krueger seemed to catch this, Still smiling.

"You know, For a ex-soilder you really do make wonderful pastries Yegor- I'll have to commission you for a wedding cake at some point"

Hearing a cackle from the back you look to see a man walk out wiping his hands of flour.

"If you do- I'm charging you extra" The man said making Krueger laugh as the mysterious man walked back to his kitchen, glancing at you with a knowing smirk. You meeting Krueger eye as it was now clear.. This was his territory.

You bit your bottom lip, now understanding completely why he brought you here. It was no better then a cage trap so much so that treats set up as a lure and the gate slamming behind you the moment you stepped foot.

"Eat. You will enjoy it, and afterwards we will go see how much stuff you have to start packing. Okay?"

Nodding softly you pick up the croissant and take a soft bite, You realized your hands were shaking slightly when some of the shaved almonds fell to the saucer and you couldn't even taste the food that youre eating. Feeling Krueger watching you with his lips curled in a smile.

"...Non of this was an accident.. Was it?"

You whisper, feeling tears well up in your eyes- Your son?.. The Store?... The almost jovial look on his face as he took a sip of his most likely cold coffee.

"Nein, You where mine from the start"

He said in a almost romantic way, a content sigh from his lips as he sipped his coffee. Ignoring the tears going down your cheeks as you felt that fearful trapped feeling swallow you.

He was never gonna let you escape again..

Translation! Snuck this to the bottom for a reason.

"You eat gokd and look well loved. Good. I'd hate to have to hurt your mother"

[moonsaver]

Do you have any thoughts about the opposite of the "Im afraid to confess because our friendship could get ruined"? As in, "I'm afraid to reject you because I don't want to lose this friendship so I accept your confession even though I don't feel that way for you and never will".

Like the protagonist tries to convince themselves that this is just like being friends only that we now kiss (and more). I feel like it would fit with a yandere that is a bit delusional or desperate, eveb insecure so whenever the protagonist doesnt seem as into this relationship as them, they just try to convince themselves otherwise, or love bomb the protagonist.

Idk lately Ive been into reversing the tropes and I found this one particularly interesting to me when it comes to a yandere. In HSR i was thinking of Argenti as he seems like the delusional type. Or even Aventurine who would have had to put down a lot of walls to be friends with you and then even more walls just to confess, so rejecting him doesnt seem like an option to the protag (out of pity and care).

THIS THIS THIS!!!! qnon ur brain is so wrinkly and soggy with brain juice..... this used to be my favorite trope at some point idk why i forgot about it i remember eating up any fanfics out there based on this

Tw: yandere (obv), manipulation, intimacy (mainly romantic, only hints of sexual), emotional blackmailing, whatever yadda yadda

But anyways, under the cut!

Okay, so, I imagine this is possible with literally... almost all of hsr's cast. Mainly because most of them have such tragic backstories, and most of them out of that have a really shrewd and cunning mind, so they'll exploit this to hell and back.

I also imagine this is with a people pleasing reader, so lets go with a bit of implication of that.

Anyways, since Aventurine and Argenti are the ones mentioned specifically, I'll probably dive in on them first.

Aventurine is so hard to not feel pity for. Every stolen glance at the marking on his neck makes you feel worse and worse for "rejecting him", knowing he's been throwing signs of wanting more than a friendship quite possibly everywhere and you're most likely ignoring them in hopes of keeping your friendship. It's not like he hasn't quite caught on, either. He knows people's hearts quite well. And where there's opportunity, he seizes it.

It's a bit frustrating for him – just why can't you see he wants more? Or rather, just why aren't you accepting him? You're the first thing on his mind when he wakes up, when he clutches his chip and bets on his life, the last thing on his mind when he goes to sleep. Hell, he's even tried to dream of you, forcefully. But then he realizes.. how easy you are to just push around. He goes ahead with the confession, and it's almost a sadistic kind of pleasure when he sees you even try and stutter out any kind of a rejection when he's leaning in a perfect angle that shows off his little marking (out of all the times he curses it, it seems like this time it's worked in his favor). He watches carefully as your eyes nervously flit to his neck and you shut up immediately for a second, before accepting. And when you do.. he's over the moon! Coddles you, kisses your cheeks, becomes so much more grabby, as his keen eyes watch your discomfort. Well.. you didn't reject him, so this is what you should expect.

Again, the frustration doesn't wear off easily, but just seeing you writhe and try to create distance while he suffocates you in affection far from platonic nature, is so sadistically pleasuring to him. He loves watching you in that state, bending to his will so easily, as he waits for you to snap. But he'll probably find it easier to squeeze water out of a rock than to squeeze a rejection out of you – which is precisely what he exploits. You're not going anywhere, are you? He puts on his best, pleading little eyes that he used to have to put on, shaking, trembling voice, desperate hands that cling to you; all the things he acts out like his life depends on it when he senses even a waver of your hesitation.

Oh, fine.. he hates seeing you so queasy almost all the time, so he'll give you a reprieve from time to time. Plans and schedules things you used to do "back when you were friends" (he emphasizes this – you don't think you can just ignore everything, right?), and makes sure to at least crack a few smiles and giggles from you. Of course.. his hand is still loosely hanging around your waist, pecks you on the lips from time to time, just as a small reminder of what you guys really are now.

Argenti on the other hand, has no awareness of your discomfort at all.

He's like a huge dog, the way he's so happy about you accepting his confession and doesn't even stop to think afterwards just why you were so hesitant during it.

Constantly praises you, and it's not soon before it gets to a more intimate nature. He wants to do all the romantic things – kissing under the rain, protecting you from something, twirling you in the air and then kissing you again after putting you down, telling everyone proudly that you two are a couple, buying more and more "romantic" gifts that turn more intimate sooner or later. You have no way out of this without completely ruining everything.

It's.. almost painful the way he doesn't realise. At some point your discomfort probably gets so.. obvious, but he just shrugs it off; perhaps he hasn't been paying you enough attention? Or you're just too shy to ask something of him? Oh, how sweet! How adorable! He thinks. He simply falls deeper and deeper into this delusion, stringing you along and stretching your patience thin. Unfortunately, unlike Aventurine, you can't find most, if any bits of the things you both used to do as platonic companions in the relationship you have with Argenti. He's just a full-blown romantic who wants to do only that. It makes you even more queasy when people look at you in pity, if they realize just what happened between you two.

You can't back out, even if you tried. If you somehow manage to find a way to squeeze out a rejection, or have any kind of a reservation about things getting more intimate/romantic stuff, he's so devastated. Did he do something wrong? Perhaps he's not as experienced as you wanted him to be? Or you're not satisfied with some of the things he's said? Don't fret, he's right on it! Constantly holding you so close you're afraid your bones will break, whispering incessant praises into your ear that slowly spiral into affirmations that you belong to him, spoiled rotten with everything you want; yet, even then.. you can't shake off the intention they were given in. Not when you're suffocated by it.

[akutasoda]

“the longer you wait, the closer you get to suffocating”

--love wasn't necessary to be a stoneheart, and so he buried it deep beneath facade's. so far below that he couldn't recognise the signs of love even when they were staring right at him.

--warnings - gn!reader, angst no comfort(?), some fluff, unknowingly pining??, maybe ooc, wc - 1.8k

--a/n: i think im allergic to making him happy :/ anyway i feel like this is kind of rushed but rrghhh (shouts to the amazing @mitsvriii and @theother-victoria for proofreading)

aventurine never loved.

the stoneheart never knew the embrace of a loved one, soft-spoken genuine words, or even what it was to even recognise the signs. love was a foreign concept. something that wasn't needed in the world of contracts and lies, it was something that could be used against you, to punish someone foolish enough to think with their heart and not their brain.

he didn't need it anyway. in some distant past of golden sands and gleaming smiles, love was common. childlike wonder and affection was exchanged between families and those considered family, but that didn't last long. scorching flames rained down upon them, loved ones buried beneath the serene sands and forgotten.

the love made it hard to let go. traumatic to watch as every single person the boy cared for succumbed to pain and death's cold embrace, his tears did nothing. they didn't convince those that started the massacre to stop, to spare even one shred of the boy's livelihood because they didn't have love. the massacre was only a means to an end - emotional attachments were insignificant.

the scars never healed, the sights were forever engraved into the young avgins mind. the only time he could really dwell on them however was in the rare moments of silence he had. from his life as a young avgin to his life as a stoneheart, at every step and every turn something happened to him.

for someone blessed with luck, it never felt like it. they say that the end justifies the end, but he would prefer the end never arrived if he had to go through all the suffering and misfortune to get there. it was as if his luck only worked if he went through mental turmoil and struggle beforehand.

no matter what he lost, it all turned out for him in the long run. but was losing everything he had worth the luck that allowed him to live on with those memories?

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you'd met through mutual acquaintances, those who weren't as afraid to let people into their lives - namely topaz.

he'd caught a glimpse of you with topaz as he roamed the halls of one of the IPC’s main buildings. naturally he was intrigued. aventurine had never seen you before and, judging from how close you and topaz were acting, you must have been of some importance to her.

topaz was approached by her colleague after you'd bid farewell a while ago. she had no obligation to actually tell him who you were, topaz liked maintaining a good work - life balance and you were a part of her personal life, aventurine was mainly a part of her work life. however, she obliged anyway, she trusted him more than the other stonehearts.

it was a short explanation, you were simply a friend of hers that she'd asked to stop by because work was piling up lately and topaz couldn't have seen you otherwise. topaz could see aventurines interest from a mile away, uncharacteristic coming from him, but she knew that he would play it off as a passing intrigue - still out of character in her opinion.

but topaz wasn't as blind as aventurine insisted he was and so perhaps she deliberately tried to ask you to visit her just before she knew aventurine was going to be around. she wasted no time in subtly introducing the two of you properly, before anyone knew it, you and aventurine proved to be an unrivaled match.

it was almost shocking how quickly you worked your way into the stonehearts life. developing a closer relationship than with anyone else aventurine knew - even topaz was shocked. soon it was like aventurine had known you since before he adopted such an identity.

you gave him a warmth that he could only dream of now. one that a previous form knew of well but now, it was a foreign concept. he couldn't recognise the signs, see what everyone else saw when you two were around each other. your constant affection was a clear sign that you were friends, but eventually somewhere along the line, that friendship blossomed into a longing for something more.

you tried subtle advances, hints and such to suggest a genuine interest in aventurine as something more. everything you laid down, he didn't pick up - if he did, he didn't show it.

however, aventurine was blind. a fool when it came to looking emotions in the face, unable to see the signs and pushing anything that bubbled to the surface as far down as possible. aventurine didn't need anything other than acquaintances or business partners - friends were a wild exception but even he sometimes denied it mentally.

everyone that knew it well enough knew, it was glaringly obvious. even to veritas as he watched the stoneheart perk up at the notification his phone showed him. undoubtedly a message from you, basing the assumption on how quickly he responded or how he smiled like a dumbstruck fool.

about half an hour ago, aventurine barged into the doctor's office and slumping down in his chair. ratio didn't care, too used to it by this point and too focused on the current problem that plagued his mind and caused him to work tirelessly to solve.

it was about ten minutes ago that aventurine resigned to his phone after ratio's lack of interaction with him - he sighed as the doctor clearly saw more interest in his equations. now, he was messaging you.

“any developments” ratio’s voice snapped aventurines head up from his phone, looking quizzically to the doctor

he paused “what do you mean?” slowly setting his phone down

now it was ratio's time to sigh “you and your obvious infatuation” pointing toward the stonehearts phone

“what? no.” a nervous laugh escaped him “acquaintances, that's all we are. you're thinking too much into this doctor”

to ratio, aventurine was clearly in denial. dismissing the situation at any given time and so he went back to his equation - it was more entertaining than fighting with aventurine’s denial.

“fine, forget i asked” ratio began to shift his entire attention away from the gambler. aventurine stared at the doctor for a bit too long

he could sense the other man's gaze and so ratio merely sighed “let me offer you some advice gambler”

aventurine almost wanted to laugh, veritas ratio offering him emotional advice. a rather comical situation in his opinion

“you have to put your heart out there, it may be broken but that's how you know you have one” ratio’s words halted him, staring almost wide eyed as the doctor retreated

maybe he should've taken that advice.

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when aventurine was first assigned his mission for penacony, he immediately told you. there were no specific details involved, just that he was going away for a bit due to work and so wouldn't be around. it wasn't entirely uncommon for him to do so, and you merely acknowledged it and wished him well, a safe return even.

unfortunately, aventurine hadn't told you a key detail. he never planned to return. guilt consumed him when he didn't tell you, hearing you wish him well really set it in, but this was a choice he made. one that he was determined to not go back on.

as soon as opal gave him the whole mission brief, he knew what had to be done. accepting the mission meant accepting his fate, both him and opal were very aware. neither of them stopped aventurine however.

but aventurine didn't know how you'd react. he could guess that it wouldn't be well, seeing as barely anyone would react well to someone they cared about telling them that they planned to never return after a mission. so aventurine withheld his real intent in order to save you the trouble.

aventurine didn't want a fussy send off. admittedly the way he planned to go would be anything but quite or lowkey, but he knew that you'd try and stop him. to convince him to change his mind and find an alternative that would involve him seeing another day.

but you didn't know.

aventurine reciprocated your genuine smile when you wished him well before he finally left for penacony. that would be the last time he saw that smile.

---✩

penacony was flashy, he expected no less from the planet of festivities. bright lights, billboards, unique food on every corner and varieties of people. they would all be the witnesses to his planned spectacle, the more the merrier in his opinion.

he couldn't miss the way that his eyes lingered for a beat more than they should on certain stores. the products inside temporarily making his thoughts drift back to you, making a mental reminder to himself to buy it for you later but reminding himself that it would be pointless - although his subconscious would make him buy it and immediately sent it to you.

even in the chaos that was penacony and it's guests, you still found a way to wind up in his thoughts - bringing his thoughts about the mission to a temporary halt and having a moment of respite. brief memories flashing in his mind that made him stop and smile, the sentimentality getting to him.

but it wouldn't change his mind.

aventurine never allowed his emotions to get in the way of work. you wouldn't make an exception. he stopped caring for his own life ages ago, time and time again it was beaten into him and it was the only way he could've gotten this far.

emotions had never done anything but hurt him, caused him more pain than worth. he was no longer kakavasha. he was aventurine, one of the ten stonehearts and they valued results, not petty feelings. no business deal worked out when you let your heart get in the way.

no plan worked when every minute he was thinking about what could've been. aventurine was being dumb, you wouldn't love him. all those signals were simply you being a friend, nothing more - and he should be happy that you even saw him as such. aventurine shouldn't be wishing for more.

a heavy sigh escaped him as he snapped out of his thoughts. the lights at clock studios theme park seemed brighter, tauntingly so, as of they were out to mock him with happiness that could've been and yet he still chose the darkness of death. tucking his hand behind him, shaking, he stepped heavy steps toward the stage.

the show must go on.

---✩

it was cold.

pitch black endlessness illuminated by the symbol of nihilty’s form.

he looked down at his hands, shaking more than ever and he wasn't even putting his life on the line, then he looked up.

kakavasha.

had he died? were these the final moments of aventurine?

he'd soon learn they weren't. and as that emanator walked away, he realized that he lived. he failed. and yet, was it really a failure if he could see you one more time?

maybe, just maybe, he could finally own up to his feelings.

rest of the "series"

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn, @https-sourlimes

[crescenthistory]

HIHIHI CONGRATS ON THE 2K!!!

(am i late to the celebration? :( )

can i do an analyze.....like regulus having a nightmare and reader comforting angst to fluff.....theres not enough of him on this platform im afraid and your interpretations are OP

hi darling!! you just barely made the cut off, thank you for participating<33 i'm really happy you like how i write regulus, i always hope to do him justice:,)

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i will ANALYSE regulus black's nightmares

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: discussions of nightmares, references to abuse and typical black brothers trauma, black brothers angst (with a happy ending), panic attacks, hurt/comfort, light background prongsfoot, kind of implied sunshine x grumpy dynamic

regulus has struggled with awful nightmares his whole life

as a child, he had an overactive imagination and often fled from his turbulent life by hiding away in either his mind or a book, which unfortunately meant that his brain had extensive ammunition to wield against him at night

he would usually either re-experience something particularly traumatic he went through in an exaggerated, mythical remaking, or he would dream scenarios he was scared of having to go through

think walburga but her features are drawn out to the point of looking like a demon or a biblically accurate angel, completely dwarfing regulus as she scolded him

or a repeating one he had is being in his house with his entire family there, but no one could see or hear him

the kind where he runs around in increasing fear and frustration, trying to get anyone to look at me, just look at me!

it hurt more when his friends from hogwarts started making appearances in these dreams, treating him with the same complete disregard as he had come to expect from his parents

regulus never woke up screaming or gasping – if he at all could make himself wake up, it was always a slow thing

his biggest coping mechanism had always been to make himself invisible and unseen, leaning into what his parents expected from him

so even as he dreamed, he would sweat and have tears roll silently, but he wouldn't make a single sound, laying still as rock, only ever slightly trembling

as a very young child, he would have more physical reactions to it all, but sirius quickly helped him learn to discard that to prioritise his safety

sirius' bedroom was right beside regulus', while their parents was on a different floor, and the older boy slept lightly enough to wake at the sound of his baby brother's whimpers

terrified of what consequences reg would face if their parents inadvertently woke up, sirius rushed quietly into regulus' room and woke him up to calm him down

for a few years there, regulus and sirius co-slept more nights than they did not

it was those nights that made regulus cry the most whenever he missed his old relationship with his brother

one day, when regulus has gotten far enough away from it all, he will get to the point of his healing process where he is empowered enough to finally wake up screaming – from then on, he will be nearing the "final" healing stage where he manages to greet the nightmares calmly and get out of them himself

they will never quite stop, never end, but one beautiful day, they won't have any power over him

unfortunately, that day has not come yet

you, on the other hand, had come into his life, and that in itself was a significant change

regulus had never expected to make friends, but then barty, evan, pandora and dorcas changed that notion in him wholeheartedly

then, he expected never to trust anyone after sirius left home and regulus thought himself abandoned, but you came and changed his fate.

you met through the wider web of mutual friends as the slytherins and gryffindors grew closer – regulus couldn't really explain how, why or when, but somehow you quickly made your way into his group of close friends

it was easier around you

he couldn't put his finger on what "it" was. maybe it was talking and sharing, maybe it was living, maybe it was breathing

most certainly it was trusting, because he found himself trusting you just as much as his eldest friends

regulus had certainly never expected to fall in love, but alas; you again

as you held his hand through his reconnection with sirius, as you showed him immense patience in helping him unravel himself for you, as you made him and his friends laugh like no one else, regulus was doing nothing short of falling in love with you

the two of you moved out together after hogwarts and regulus found himself feeling incredibly nervous around you for the first time in a long time, uncertain about how to break the ice about his nightmares

he had been lucky enough to not have had them near you the few times you had slept over and vice versa while still at hogwarts, but when you were sharing your bed in your own flat, it was bound to happen

yet again, you turned his expectations upside down by already knowing

for a brief second, regulus felt a white fiery emotion somewhere between fear, upset and anger at the thought of any of his private information being shared without him knowing

(trauma response king)

but your explanation melted it away, albeit in the form of tears, as you told him how you had helped sirius through a panic attack after he a nightmare once and he had told you

sirius had them too – regulus felt ashamed that he didn't even really know

you told him of how you were a night owl walking around the gryffindor common room at night when you found sirius, who had slipped out of his dorm after a nightmare, only to curl up in a corner alone

you helped him measure his breathing until panicked breaths became painful sobs

you held him through all of it, and hearing that made regulus' heart ache both for your kindness and his brother's pain

as sirius cried, he had voiced how he used to co-sleep with regulus to help him combat his nightmares, but in reality, it had been a selfish indulgence for himself as well

after that night, you had helped sirius talk with james about being able to go to james’ bed after a nightmare or on nights that felt particularly prone

rumour has it the two of them never really stopped co-sleeping after that one conversation

sharing this with regulus helped facilitate a conversation of your own – you set on the kettle, the first kitchen equipment you unpacked, and the two of you settled between boxes

to talk of boundaries, needs, wishes; at first about nightmares and then it became about everything else, too

regulus had grown quite good at not being so unsettled by emotional conversations that he would neglect asking you about yourself; the smile on your lips when he checked in with you was enough to remind him to always ask

the first few nights in the flat were both incredibly rough and incredibly healing

anytime he was in a new place, his nightmares were triggered, which was made especially worse considering what a radical change this life with you was from what he had been raised to seek

his nightmares were vicious and long, he fought incredibly hard to wake up from them

but, with the advice from your heart-to-heart, you were able to gently help wake him up, help him ease his way out of it in a healthy manner

brushing his curls away and kissing his hairline, whispering to him quietly

"you're alright, you're alright, lovely boy"

despite never expecting romance in his life, regulus told you he loved you for the first time through small sobs as you woke him up from his mental torment the third night in a row

you had become the first person after sirius he could trust him to protect him, even from himself

within the first week, regulus sat down to write one of his more frequent letters to his older brother – to thank him for everything he had done and invite him over to visit regulus' new chapter in his new flat with you

[himasgod]

Heyyyy 😻 Since the 'How to train your dragon' live action movie got announced, my httyd phase came back...and I've been thinking...

Thinking about the fact that Natlan is the land of dragons- right? Well, my brain' FILLED w/ scenarios about Kinich and dragon-rider!reader who's from a small island rrrright next to Natlan where, maybe, most dragons are located.

They met while Kinich's been out on a commission (the baby saurian one if yk what im talking abt) and reader happened to step in before he harmed either of them and managed to communicate w it peacefully.

Or another one where she met ajaw, the 'dragon lord', and uses her dragon knowledge (like scratching behind his neck) to make him like putty in her hands! Kinich doesn't understand how she manages to put down this mighty beast without any complains and just assumes that she's naturally gifted. Until, when he shows her his grapling hook witch he swings from place to place with, instead of being afraid of heights or being shocked that he uses ajaw as his main form of travel, she just smiles and nods.

Now, he'a confused. And suspicious. He begins to ask himself, why didn't he notice her existence sooner? Did she just spawn recently in Natlan? Is she *even* from Natlan?

All of His questions are answered when he catches her in the dark of night, riding in her night fury with her dark riding armour on.

Im leaving the rest 4u!

~kisses

Good afternoon annonie

I LOVE THIS REQUEST! To tell you the truth, I've already had thoughts about writing about this, where reader is a dragon rider and all that, and having it be as a request only makes it better! I will try to do my best with everything you have told me <3

Speaking of dates, lately I've been a little busy with my studies, writing requests, daily one-shots and stuff, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do it as quickly as I want :(

Would it be okay if I had it prepared and published around December 15th?

Yours,

himasgod <3

[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 5: WITH MORE ANSWERS COME MORE QUESTIONS

synopsis: you visit the library and have a breakthrough with viktor.

word count: 3.4k

ships: Viktor/isekai!Reader, Jayce Talis & isekai!Reader

notes: panting and covered in sweat IM BACK

ABoAB taglist: @th3stup1dcat , @patchs-curiosity-corner (if you'd like to be added to the taglist, just ask!)

A BLAZE OF ARCANE BLUE MASTERLIST

The book – whose title you translated as Grace of Janna or Curse of Tahm Kench?: The Mystery of Author Jameson Farrell – isn’t all that helpful. There are a number of passages of Farrell’s writing in the original English he wrote them in, but not a lot. Most of the text is written in Piltovan… unshockingly.

The most complete passage written in total English is the introduction to a musical Farrell wrote. Or was in the process of writing? It’s not entirely clear.

From how fast and loose Farrell was playing with the spelling, you can guess that it was written somewhere before the 19th century. It was probably somewhere in the ballpark of the late 1700s, when it was a generous estimate to say that around half of the population was literate.

There are a few identifiable characters: Henry Teller, Robert Rackett, and Cassie Haversham. (Though Farrell took the liberty of spelling Henry’s last name as ‘Tella,’ and Robert’s last name as ‘Rackitt.’) The text is abruptly cut off in the middle of Cassie’s verse and none of the text after that is in English – most likely just analyses of the musical written in Piltovan, pondering what Henry meant when he said that there was a “missing baby found in spider’s web,” or if they translated it accurately at all.

Can’t you have just one thing? Or is it fucked up that you continue to grow hungry when this feast has been placed in front of you? You have half a mind to pray to Christ, to Buddha, to Allah, to Waheguru, to Brahman, to whatever other gods are out there to let you have just one thing: a complete connection to your world. The flashback and the incomplete text aren’t enough – you need more.

Is it greedy? Yes. Is it sinful to be this selfish? Undoubtedly. But you were already going to hell anyway, for one reason or another. You doubt this will count much in the wall of text that is every transgression you’ve committed against God.

But in a way, the book is a comfort. Someone before you has gone through this. Yes, the person that went through it was a British man from the 1700s, but he still went through it. You’re desperate and grasping for connections, but you quiet that rational part of your brain and continue searching.

And what better way to search than in a library? You’re well-versed in the importance of public libraries, but the private one on the Academy campus squashes nearly every other library you’ve seen, both in beauty and sheer amount of knowledge.

Your footsteps echo as you walk the main corridor of the library. There are other people here, but most of them have their heads buried in books, either studying or researching.

The woman behind the book checkout desk sits tall and imposing, far more intense than any other librarian you’ve seen. She looks down her nose at you through her glasses.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” you say softly, minding the quietness around you. “I don’t mean to be a bother, but do you have any information on Jameson Farrell?”

The librarian stands and turns to the many filing cabinets behind her. She runs a nail across the metal, looking at each label, then opens one. Her fingers deftly sort through the many files, then she pulls one out and reads off the paper inside.

“Farrell, Jameson… Fine Arts. All his work is classified under Foreign Literature.” The librarian looks over at you. “Can you find that yourself?”

“Uh, no, ma’am,” you say. “I’m afraid not. I’ve never been in this library before.”

She snaps her fingers at a woman reading at a nearby table. “Swan-ee! Show them to the Foreign Literature section.”

Swan-ee, a short and stout woman, pops up from her seat, sliding a bookmark between the pages and closing her book. She gestures for you to follow her, and you do so after thanking the librarian.

You look around as you follow Swan-ee. The shelves holding the books are at least three times as tall as you, and you’re pretty sure you’re passing through the academics section (just judging by how big it is). Leaning ladders are littered about, each attached to the ground on a rail.

Swan-ee turns a corner and the section she guides you into is much smaller than the academics section. It’s still huge, but not as big as the section you just passed through.

“Here we are,” Swan-ee says, her voice quiet and babyish. “You were looking for Jameson Farrell’s work, right?”

“That’s right,” you say. “I was hoping maybe I could get a direct copy of his works? Not a translated version, or one critiquing it.”

“Don’t you know?” She looks over her shoulder at you, then starts scanning the labels on the spines of the books. “Most of his work was destroyed when he killed himself in that fire.”

Your face drops and you can feel your stomach twist. “Right. The fire.”

“Oh.” Swan-ee makes a face and glances at you out of the corner of her eye. “You didn’t know. Sorry.”

“Ain’t your fault,” you sigh.

“We do have one of his surviving works in storage,” she says. “If you want to see it.”

You feel your heart skip a beat and nod quickly. “Yes, please. If you’d be so kind.”

She turns and holds her hand out. “I’d just have to see your student ID.”

All the wind is taken out of your sails and you sigh. “I don’t have one. I’m, um… I’m helping Viktor and Jayce with their research. I guess I can’t get one since I’m not a student?”

Swan-ee’s eyes light up and she seems really excited for some reason. One of her feet tap rapidly against the floor and she looks up at you with big eyes.

“You’re the Americanite?” She asks, her voice hushed.

You smile embarrassedly and rock back on your heels. “Uh, yeah. I am.”

Swan-ee takes a large gasp of breath, smiling so wide it looks like her face is about to split. “Wow! What’s it like?”

“It?” You echo. “What?”

“America,” she says, her voice just as hushed. “Living in America.”

“It’s nice,” you say. “Most of the folk you come across are friendly, ‘specially in the South. There’s different religions, different cultures… lots of differences that a lot of people tend to enjoy.”

“What’s the food like?” Swan-ee turns and starts walking. You follow.

“Amazin’,” you say without hesitation. “Every animal you can shoot, every fish you can catch, every plant that grows – someone’s found a way to make it taste good.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “I remember readin’ ‘bout someone down in Florida cookin’ up a feast for the displaced after a hurricane. Somethin’ about… shrimp, gumbo, grits, a load of seafood boil.”

“That’s so cool,” Swan-ee says, like you just recounted Jesus’ second coming down to the last detail. “Maybe I should visit the Florida coast…”

“Just be careful in the summer,” you say. “Sunburns can get real bad down there.”

She nods, then comes to a stop in front of a door. You didn’t really pay attention to your surroundings while you were talking. You’re still in the library, but there’s not a lot of people around – just you and Swan-ee.

“Where are we?” You ask, suddenly a lot more cautious.

“Storage.” Swan-ee fishes a keyring from out of her pocket and starts to sort through them. “I figured it must be important if the Americanite is asking, so… Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“I won’t,” you say. “I swear on my life.”

She opens the door and ushers you through. Inside is a room, well-lit by electric lights rather than natural lighting. There’s a wall of shelves neatly packed together. The shelves are all on a rail so that they can move freely, but now, they’re side-by-side. Each section is labeled in Piltovan.

You walk forward and push one of the shelving units to the side. It rolls on the rail, revealing rows and rows of books.

“Woah,” you breathe. “Ain’t that something?”

“Mister Farrell’s work is over here,” Swan-ee says. “But you can look around all you want.”

“No, I don’t wanna take up any more of your time,” you say. “You’re bein’ generous enough as is.”

You walk over to where she’s standing in front of a table with a glass cover. Inside is a journal, eaten away and disfigured by fire. You lean down and try to read the writing on the page it’s open to.

ROBERT (cont’d) TRY’D TO EARN AN HONEST BOB BUT A BOB IS JUS A ROBERT & A ROBERTS JUS A ROBB’R TO A T

You translate the poor spelling to readable English in your head – “Tried to earn an honest bob / But a bob is just a Robert / And a Robert’s just a robber to a tee.”

You bite the inside of your lip and suppress a sigh. You’ve read it before, in that book Viktor gave you. It’s the original, but it’s nothing new.

“D’you have any more documents like this?” You ask without taking your eyes off the journal. “That’re written in this language, I mean.”

“I think so,” Swan-ee says. She turns away and starts sifting through the metal filing cabinets that hold the storage index.

You go back to reading. Everything you can see without reaching under the glass and flipping the page is something you’ve read before. It feels like a loop, almost. You find something, you hit a dead end. You work your way around the dead end and find something again. You hit a dead end. 

Swan-ee breaks your concentration – “Over here! I’ve found something.”

You hurry over and take the papers that Swan-ee’s holding out. A cursory glance tells you that it’s written in English and rather long.

“It’s a copy of a diary, from…” She squints at the Piltovan label. “Morgan Yu.”

“May I check this out?” You ask. You secretly hope that it’s in storage just because people weren’t checking it out and not because it’s restricted material.

“Sure. It’s just a copy,” she says. “I can always make another.”

“Are you sure?” You ask. “I don’t wanna be a bother…”

“It’s nothing!” Swan-ee insists. She smiles and looks to the side, almost bashful. “Besides, you’re the Americanite. Miss Tian – the head librarian – she won’t even notice before I replace it. Just take it.”

You smile and nod. “Thank you, Swan-ee. I won’t forget this.”

“You – um.” Her smile grows bigger and her ears start to turn red. “It’s no problem!”

“I’ll see you later,” you say. You turn and head towards the exit to the main library.

Swan-ee calls after you: “Uh, y-yeah! I’ll see you.”

You feel like bashing your head into a wall.

Viktor took pictures of the cipher in your dorm and copied it onto a blackboard in the lab. That’s not the part that’s frustrating. Morgan Yu’s writing is what’s frustrating you.

“Read it again,” Viktor says.

You stand from the workbench and walk aimlessly as you read what Morgan wrote out loud.

“This is not meant as a distress signal, nor is this a cry for help. It is simply my thoughts, and I am writing them as they come to me and as I see fit.

My name is Morgan Yu. I’m the vice president and Director of Research of TranStar Industries. I’m from the year 2035, and I live on Talos I – a research station that orbits the moon. I’m now in a kingdom named Demacia. I don’t recall how I got here or when I did. I woke up cradled between two boughs of a tree similar to oak, which is something I haven’t experienced since I was enrolled in college.

The people here take pride in their isolationism and militaristic tendencies. They viewed me with suspicion – rightfully so – and have locked me in a cell for the time being. Although I don’t agree with their decision, I respect it.

From what I hear from other prisoners, Demacia is on the decline. The Nobles are trying to prevent Prince Jarvan from ascending to kinghood. They want the throne for themselves and the Prince must fight them to take what is rightfully his.

I hear nothing of my old world. The prisoners don’t react when I tell them of the Earth, the singular moon, and other things intrinsic to my universe. They say I’m crazy and that my trial will come soon. I don’t know what I’m being tried for. I don’t think that my right to a fair and unbiased trial will hold much water here.

Back home, I’d already made my peace regarding death and what comes after. But what afterlife is there here, for someone who’s drifted so far?”

You look up from the first photocopy of Morgan’s diary. “He’s from the future, Viktor. And with the spelling and the reference to an unbiased trial, I think he’s from my future – my America.”

Viktor stands, leaning on his cane as he takes the first page from you. He looks it over with something like amazement written all over his face. You know he can’t even begin to try to read it, but he’s amazed all the same.

“This is a great revelation,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.

“I just wish we knew more,” you say. “Someone drops in from nowhere and you ain’t the slightest bit curious? It doesn’t track – it doesn’t make sense.”

“What if I send a message to Demacia requesting access to records kept on Morgan?” Viktor asks. “My modern Demacian is not that strong, but I can try.”

“Please do.” You move over to the workbench, where books and journals are littered about.

You sit in Jayce’s chair and pull your legs up so you’re in a more comfortable position. You prop your head up with a fist and look over one of the last pages in Morgan’s diary.

It’s a drawing Morgan did of himself. It’s rather crude and geometric, more math than art, but you can still discern distinguishing features – upturned eyes, thin lips, a five o’clock shadow and black hair cut short. One of his eyes is bloodshot and red, and a note to the side accredits the cause as a repeated procedure called an “apto-regressive neurotomy.” Whatever that means.

“Does Yu’s work reference Farrell at all?” Viktor asks.

“I don’t think so.” You flip through the loose pages, skimming over Morgan’s handwriting (which is so small and neat it could be a font), and shake your head. “No. There’s… Alex, January, a whole bunch of others, but no Jameson.”

There’s the sound of chalk meeting a blackboard behind you. You turn in the chair to see Viktor drawing a long line, along with shorter lines running parallel to the main line.

“What the hell are you doin’?” You ask.

“Trying to… establish…” He makes a few marks along the lines. “A timeline.”

You stand and move to be by Viktor, trying to decipher what’s been written without him having to explain it. You can’t.

“This one is Farrell’s time.” He points to the top line. Then, he points to them in descending order: “Our shared reality, your original reality, and then Yu’s.”

“What’s with the markings?” You ask.

“They represent when someone was transported to Runeterra,” Viktor says. He draws a line connecting every line except his. “I believe that you, Yu, and Farrell’s realities are more closely related to each other than to this reality. So far, you all have referenced the planet as Earth instead of Runeterra – so you must have that in common, at the very least. Maybe…”

He mumbles to himself as he continues to write on the blackboard, the chalk making sharp sounds as he makes markers along the lines. A small smile spreads across your face as you take a step back and sit down. For a moment, you just watch him work – he’s so concentrated and so easily immersed in whatever happens to catch his eye. It’s impressive, and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t… you don’t know how to classify it. Cute? Sexy? Just attractive in general?

When you catch yourself thinking those kinds of thoughts, you scold yourself – you can’t be thinking about Viktor like that! He’s a stand-up guy who’s helping you the best he can. You need to check yourself and find a distraction before you do something inappropriate.

You go back to reading over Morgan’s diary: “Today is the third day since I woke up in Demacia. I want nothing more than to get the hell out of this primitive dungeon they call a jail.

Mom liked to tote around the quote ‘A coin a day makes a thousand coins in a thousand days. In time, a rope may saw through a tree, and dripping water can wear away stone.’ That’s by Zhang Guiya of the Southern Song Dynasty. I think we’re related somehow, but also I have reason to believe I’m related to Genghis Khan, so I’m not under the delusion that it matters much.

I find myself hating that quote more and more. I feel like the tree being roped down, or the stone being eroded. If Demacia has one thing on its side, it’s the ability to wear a man down – or maybe it’s the prison and the people in it. Maybe I’m wearing someone else down with my apparent insanity.

I also find myself missing home more and more. I haven’t thought about my family’s zupu in years, but here I am, wishing I was with Hao at the clan temple. Is he even the keeper of the book anymore? Does this universe experience time at a faster or slower rate than my home universe? Or would it be naive to assume that they operate the same, down to the millisecond?

I sincerely hope that this is a side effect of the neuromod removal. If this is going in a scientific paper – I’m referencing the repetitive apto-regressive neurotomy. The other scientists went in and scrambled my brain because of my insistence to continue the experiment… and maybe this is a side effect of that. I would hedge my bets on it being a prolonged seizure from serotonin flooding the brain, but I don’t know what to pin the visual hallucination on.

But then again, what do I know? I’m a doctor that runs experiments in a laboratory, not a doctor that treats human patients.”

You stare at the two last paragraphs Morgan wrote, then read them again to make sure you weren’t hallucinating yourself. Morgan was… experimenting on himself. Or – he was having other people experiment on him, messing up his brain somehow.

In other words, he was in a somewhat altered state when he was transported to Demacia. It hits you like a truck.

“Viktor!” You stand quickly, almost toppling the chair over. “Viktor, you gotta listen to this.”

He turns and looks at you, his eyebrows drawn together from your sudden outburst. Without taking your eyes off the paper, you blindly grab for the chalk in his hand. You grab his wrist, then fumble through finding the chalk in his grip and take it from him.

You round the other side of the blackboard and erase the cipher between Piltovan and English with your sleeve. You don’t really care that you wiped away what Viktor tediously copied – you’re too excited, and besides, you can just help him write it later.

“Morgan’s brain was messed with.” You start to draw a mind map with idea bubbles and lines connecting them. “He had a lotta apto-regressive neurotomies. Now, I ain’t no scientist, but it sounds like he was resettin’ his brain back to a… specific point in time, maybe? Other words – he was in an altered state that I’m assumin’ didn’t get fixed before he came to Demacia.”

You start to draw arrows, denoting relationships and cause and effect. “I never thought it was relevant, but I was high off my ass the night I was transported. I… honestly plumb forgot with all the mess I’d created. So my workin’ theory is that I need to get back into that state to get home.”

You circle the bubble that says ‘crossfaded as fuck’ multiple times and turn to Viktor. “In conclusion, we need to get high as hell. For science.”

[aluciahaz]

Sorry if this isn’t the askbox or not right I never done this before..

If requests are still open and whenever you feel like it of course.

I would like a dom male Reader x bottom Alastor rough smut, where the reader is in an important meeting as he is an overlord or prince of hell which ever you prefer.

And Alastor have been more chaotic lately which is messing something up for the reader and now he have to correct Alastor’s behavior.

Anyway hope you’re doing well today and take care of yourself and of course you can ignore this. Thank you.

RAHH!! im very late, sorry! i havent been feeling like writing in awhile, especially hazbin unfortunately 😭 so i decided to just post my wip i had for this request! i dont think ill ever finish it, so i wanted to post it rather than let it rot lmao, hope you enjoy although its unfinished ❤️

don’t forget your place

alastor x male!reader

includes: crying, gags, bondage

you don’t know what’s gotten into alastor recently.

the two of you sit in a meeting, right beside each other of course, and you watch as other overlords trickle into the modern room.

you didn’t even need to look at them, you could tell which people had arrived just by the sounds of their footsteps alone. each overlord was unique, it wasn’t hard to differentiate them. zestial had this almost spider-like sound when he walks, carmilla’s shoes pierced through the quiet like blades, and alastor—

“what are you thinking about, darling?” he asks, smiling at you with an inquisitive look.

you glance over at your troublesome lover, pursing your lips. “about how you’ve been harming my reputation with some of the statements you say in your radio show,” you tell him honestly, the sound of chairs moving against the pristine floors covering your conversation well enough to not require you to whisper.

“and how you keep killing some of my biggest customers. they’re too afraid to even call anymore.”

“oh, but you could always get more—”

“it’s not about that,” you hiss, your hand clenching alastor’s tightly. his smile freezes, but he’s still smug, looking at you under his hooded eyes.

“it’s about you walking over my image, al. stay in your lane,” you scold him, letting go of his hand as you feel him pull away.

all he does is shrug, clearly unbothered as he leans back in his chair. “i drive wherever gets me to my destination the fastest, my dear. and, it just seems you’re the shortcut.”

your grip on the bottom of the seat in frustration, glaring at alastor in both annoyance and sheer astonishment at his audacity to make such a euphemism. he thinks that he could just tear down your reputation to build up his own? what an outrageous idea!

perhaps you’ve been too kind to him. he thinks you’re some sort of pushover.

you’re already thinking of ways to fix that mistake. so much so, that the meeting seems to pass by like a fly and the fruit of your ideas are right in your hands in just a few seconds, tasting sweeter than honey.

“mmh—hn!” weak static fluctuated between an incessant buzzing to complete silence as you grabbed his ears roughly, tugging them back to reveal his dainty neck, a perfect place for you to latch your lips on, and soon you hear a jump in his voice as your teeth pierces his skin.

there was usually more leniency when it came to intimacy with al. you want him to enjoy it after all, so you let him bark a few insults here and there, mock you a little. whatever makes him comfortable, either way, his mouth usually ends up running out of words to play at the end of his little show of control once he gets overwhelmed, unable to read his script anymore as you drive his brain into an incoherent repeat of ‘please’.

but tonight, you watch him writhe and sob as his mouth is gagged and his body is completely tied to the bed, spread out and on full display as you ram into him, his head tossing and turning into the pillow behind him.

your hands ground him to reality, the sharp pain of your nails and unrelenting grip forcing him to stay somewhat conscious as you use him, showing how much power you have over alastor.

it was incredible to see his silver tongue unable to lacerate the air with insults, the gag upon him doing a great job at keeping him unable to throw jabs at you like you were some target at a range.

instead, all he could do was wail, drool spilling down his chin and making a mess of his dress shirt that you made sure to keep on him just to piss him off. you know how much he likes to keep his clothes in check. it’s part of his well-crafted image, after all.

“are you learning your place now, bambi?” you chuckle, your words cold on his skin, seeping into his body as he shivers at the frost, unable to protect himself from your punishment.

“answer me,” one of your hands leaves his waist, grabbing his chin and yanking him up towards you. a small, feeble whimper leaves his throat as you do so, and his eyes seem to dilate. dilate, out of all things.

“slut,” you spit, chuckling as you see his ears flop down. such a terrifying overlord, reduced to a small little deer in your hands. it was cute, how he looked at you.

it was even cuter when he shakes, so sensitive that he feels the need to twist and turn as you make him cum for the second time, his body jolting as your hand runs over his cock, still hard underneath your palm.

usually, you’d expect a sharp glare or some sort of defiance to your name-calling, but all you see is his eyes rolling back, his head tilting up as you release his chin.

there are tears that seem to adorn his cheeks like shooting stars in the sky, and babbling that‘s reminiscent of a muffled radio in another room. it was nice, seeing alastor’s breaking like this. watching him fall beneath the weight of his actions, unable to hold them up on his shoulders as they crush him in one fell swoop.

all because of you.

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen @mvskedxrtist @luciferspetduck

[lualuabestningdungie]

Soft Kisses | C. Beomgyu

Genre fluff; pairing boyfriend!beomgyu x gn!reader; warnings lots of kisses, established relationship, not really suggestive?; wc 400

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Places where Beomgyu loves giving kisses

Forehead

While cuddling close to him, his arms around you engulfing you in a tight embrace while your head is pressed to his neck, your breathing giving him a soothing feeling of warmth. He pulls you in a little tighter as his lips press against your forehead leaving soft kisses there. Whispering ‘i love you’ and feeling his heartbeat increase with yours.

Shoulder

When you have a tough day, feeling stressed out and very irritated, Beomgyu will offer to help you relieve your stress. He gives you a massage to relief the tension on your shoulders. His hands move soothingly on your back and shoulders making you feel better. Once he’s done, he’ll place a soft kiss on your shoulder.

Palm of your hand

When his head is resting on your lap as you play with his hair. Beomgyu’s trying to concentrate on the movie playing on the TV, as your hand brushes his hair softly he feels his eyes flutter shut. The feeling of tranquility and calmness you’re both sharing makes the moment even more special. He takes your hand and brings it close to his lips giving a short kiss to your palm.

Neck

His head is on your shoulder as you’re sitting on the couch. Your comfort show is playing on the TV, but you’re not really paying attention. You and Beomgyu talk about your day, the voices from the show become background noise. He moved closer to you, nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck, and you can feel his warm breathing. He leaves a few kisses on the base of your neck as he pulls you closer to him. He then placed a kiss below your jaw making you blush.

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Lua’s note: Hello loves, im back with this uh little something. I’ve been really inactive lately and, but I’m afraid I’m going to suspend some of my works for a while since I’m working on my Bewitched series (I haven’t finished it and it’s eating my brain). Since the stories are a little long, it’ll take more time to upload. But thank you for the support <3

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

okay so i’m a huge over thinker, like my brain just doesn’t stop. lately i've been getting thoughts about my loved ones passing away, im just rlly afraid to lose the people i’m closest to. maybe something small of jj comforting the reader when she gets thoughts like that? <3

right in front of me

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader

warnings: thoughts of loved ones passing, pet names

summary: after noticing your change in mood, jj steps in to comfort you.

authors note: hi love! thank you for the request :)) i’m so sorry you’re feeling like that, but i truly hope you start to feel better <33

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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you were currently cuddled against his chest on the couch, watching whatever movie was playing.

you weren’t paying attention.

but then again, how could you? its like the thoughts never stopped. your mind was way too active and it never seemed to stop coming up with new negativity to leave you overthinking to the max.

you hated when it happened. it was often something new which then added to the bad thoughts as a whole.

and right now, you were at one of your lowest.

you began to think. you hadn’t checked in on your parents in a while. maybe you should? maybe you should text them right now, just incase. after all, you never really know how much time you have left with them.

maybe while you’re at it, text your aunt and uncle. you haven’t talked to them in a while. are they even okay?

the urge to grab your phone right now was beginning to eat away at you. you should really text them. what if something happens and you didn’t get to say one last ‘i love you’? maybe you can just—

“hey,” jj interrupted your thoughts, bright blue eyes searching yours. “i lost you there for a minute, sweetheart.”

oh.

what if you lose jj? what if he loses you? what if—

“what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked curiously.

you just shook you head. “nothing.”

“really? cause you were zoned out for a good 5 minutes,” he replied. “c’mon, sweetheart. what’s wrong?”

you felt like you were going to cry. “you know,” you shrugged. “just same old, same old.”

he reached for the remote to pause it before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him. “it’s just thoughts, baby. they’re not real. you’re not gonna lose ‘em anytime soon,” he said. “and i can promise you i’m not goin’ anywhere.”’

you sighed and buried your head into his shoulder. “you don’t know that though.”

he leaned his cheek against your head. “maybe. but still, you gotta just enjoy the time you have with them now, you know, think of the memories. and i know it’s not easy, but distract yourself so you don’t have the time to think like that. besides, you know your family does the best they can to stay healthy.”

“i don’t know how to distract myself though,” you said, muffled against his shirt. “my mind just always wanders.”

“well,” he began. “i can think of a few ways to distract you.”

you smacked his chest. but then again, you couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know. but that’s why you love me,” he said with a big cheesy grin.

and just like that, with your boyfriends stupid humor, you were distracted for a little.

[stevie-petey]

Hi M! I saw you mention that you felt bad for Billy because of that particular lack of a chance he got to prove himself to be a good person. And I definitely agree because even tho he was really cruel and horrible, the scene of his death still made many of us cry 🤧

Because of this, I thought of a tiny little angst blurb if you want to write it!

In your latest chapter of come home, it was mentioned that he tried finding bug because he didn’t know what was going on with him and why he was acting the way he was.

Do you think you could write that from his pov?

Thank you! 😁

this one is a challenge because ive never written billys pov but heres my very poor attempt lmao

enjoy !

"dude, are you alright?"

lights blind billy. a ringing in his ears nearly deafens him. his vision blurs and his teeth grind into sawdust. the taste of blood fills his mouth as he bites down on his tongue. he grips at the lifeguard stand, hardly able to stand himself.

theres a guy in front of him. billy thinks his name is alex, who eyes him wearily. alex clears his throat, tries again. "hey, uh. billy?"

billy. his name is billy. billy hargrove.

the metallic taste of blood coats his mouth. he tries to speak, words tumble from mouth like a slippery slope. he doesnt have control over them. he cant remember if hes supposed to breathe in or out when he speaks.

all billy knows is that theres a girl out there. someone told him to come find her of he ever needed anything. what was her name? it started with an h, two, maybe three syllables.

he loses his footing, almost falls against the stands wood, and alex takes a step back from him. hes scared of billy. did he do something? hes cold. his entire body is cold.

"you know what, im just... i'll just go." alex takes another step back. he pushes his glasses up stands awkwardly in front of billy. "y/n is probably waiting for me, anyways."

the hair on billys arms stand up.

y/n henderson. that had been the girls name.

sweetheart. billy calls you sweetheart. hawkins sweetheart. the one who extended help to him.

"where?" saliva mixed with blood follows billys question.

alexs eyes widen. "w-what?"

"where. is. y/n?" he needs to find you. its getting harder and harder to keep the blood inside his mouth. his guts twist within his stomach, billy thinks the cold that attacks his body is really white hot heat, searing his intestines and burning him from the inside.

you said you could help him.

billy doesnt know whats going on. darkness seeps into his brain. he cant think straight. the sunlight casts a blinding streak across his eyesight. is he dreaming?

"she... she should be waiting in her car." alex isnt sure if he should be telling billy this. youve always been weird when it came to the mention of the boy, but billys sweat drips onto the concrete and alex thinks he may be experiencing heatstroke.

he decides then that he should take billy to you. alex knows youll know what to do. you always do. the amount of times youve saved his ass at work is more than hes willing to admit, but alex holds a deep appreciation for you.

alex grabs billys arm to guide him towards the pools exit, but the skin is cold to the touch. he flinches, he doesnt understand whats wrong with the guy. hes drenched in sweat and yet ice cold.

billy doesnt register any of this. all he can feel is his body being moved somewhere. hes removed from it all. his body hasnt been his ever since the night he crashed his car.

theres something inside of billy. something more sinister than the anger his father left him. worse than the bruises and scars from his childhood. and billy is afraid.

it takes some maneuvering, alex has to stop and steady billy every few feet, but eventually they make it to the pools parking lot. only your car isnt there.

alex curses and looks down at his watch. its almost one in the afternoon. your shift at bookstrordinary shouldve ended thirty minutes ago. youre never late.

and yet you never show.

billy and alex stand in the parking lot for nearly an hour waiting for you. the sun blazes down upon their skin. billy nearly blacks out at one point, and alex doesnt know what to do.

then something seems to shift within billy. his back straightens, his eyes suddenly ignite, and the blue in his irises is gone. black now infiltrates, and alex nearly trips on the curb in his haste to get away from him.

billy sniffs the air in an animalistic way. alex watches.

theyre here.

the voice booms in billys mind. its gravelly, rough, it isnt human.

follow them. follow her.

billy turns and sees el walking across the street. shes coming towards the pool. she hasnt seen him yet. neither have the others. those goddamn kids and max.

max.

who is he again?

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

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[galacticghoste]

OK im a speak my thoughts on the movie, I'm a try to cover everything i remember

Obviously don't take what I say too seriously it's just my opinion

Spoilers obviously

OK LET ME JUST SAY

I LOVVVVVVEEEEEEDDDD THE MOVIE IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME ME AND MY FRIEND KEPT FAN GIRLING AT RANDOM SCENES AND REFERENCES

Which btw LOVE ALL THE REFERENCES I know i probably missed a bunch but a fun one someone pointed out to me was when sonic say a back to the future quote I didn't even notice 😅

Also Knuckles being afraid of ghost makes sense i keep forgetting i played Adv2 and friend reminded me that oh yeah he dose fear ghost even Casper

"There are no friendly ghost" 🤣

Anyways now MARIA GHAAAAAAAA I LOVED HER SHE SO SWEET AND CUTE AND IT IS NICE TO SEE HER JUST BE A NORMAL KID WHO JUST HAPPEND TO LIVE WITH HER GRANDFATHER and also the fact she roller skates, plays music and dose arts which IM SO GLAD ABOUT HEHEH and was just being a kid was just so sweet

The way she finds a way to get shadow out of the lab and it's by using a teddy bear my HEART and maria being reckless and a bit of trouble maker is SO HER

And and she used shadow as a way to get around faster hit me at my childhood I was shadow as a kid my lil cuz would tie a rope to my bike and I would just bike around as they did nothing. 🤣

BUT LOOK

Idk i feel like the movie needed more time to get more things fleshed out it dosent fully feel like they got everything there

Seeing the film now i understand why Amy or anyone else couldn't be in it their just wasn't enough time

though I already knew this i just felt like complaining about it bc I was grieving the fact they took Amy's scene but since in the movie shadow doesnt lose his memories so Amy wouldn't be able to do much and helping him remember if their nothing to remember it wouldn't be impactful, i do hope they interactat some point they are a cute duo

I think more time was needed too because of Director rockwell, you saw the way she started taking charge and looking like she was gonna take over Commander Walter's place and be new leader it felt like there was gonna be more with her like a betrayal and turn over power to her making herself the leader and those could explain why commander Walter just give the key to sonic bc idk why trust him so easly WITH THE KEY TO DESTROYING THE FUCKING PLANET???

Also the fact the Donut Lord was able to just easly fool her didn't feel satisfying she gave up way to fast for someone who looked like her roles were gonna lead to something even if it was just plane hate for sonic and his friends.

Also I can see why shadow may not like tails Bro literally almost drowned him and stone and interrupted his Novela and didnt even let him eat his "Revenge Guacamole"

(The fact shadow named it that was so CUTE bc ahhh sweet boy my heart!)

Also i do like how shadow remained loyal to Gerald throughout the whole thing really shows how much he cares about the family he as left and how he was fine with dieing if it ment avenging Maria

But I find it interesting that he questions his action a bit late like dude you just now thought about that? I think it would have been better if he questions his action from the beginning but kept using the excuse that this is what Maria wanted or something like that it would given maybe a bit more build up to what Gerald says to him to make him stop questions it

Obviously their no way Maria wanted to destroy the earth even Gerald knew that yet never says it out loud just says "remember what they took from us" and that was enough for shadow to stop thinking about it

Also THE FUCKING FACT SHADOW JUST BEEN LIVING THE SAME NIGHTMARE FOR 50 YEARS HURTS ME POOR GUY

And the fact he says that the sadness was kinda what he got use to and ever knew

(I kin i just dont have nightmares my brain just like to remind me of stuff)

Also did the government just keep him alive bc he was some alien from another planet?

Also he didn't seem to be too young when. He arrived to earth so dose he have amnesia from wherever he was from what was his childhood before maria did he even have one? U would think they would have diesected him and study him while be was put to sleep/frozen for so long

He's been reliving the same events for so long but one day it was enough to wake him up thx to Gerald

Also DOES GEROLD GO TO Comicons?!?! bc ahhh he was saveing that giant arm for it XD

Also speaking on Maria again I'm a bit disappointed by the fact they decide to not cover the fact that Maria was sick or that shadow was supposed to be a cure for her as well as a weapon

I need more scene of the both of them and their lives back in the research facility

I don't think the cover much on him even being the ultimate life form at all or the other experiment or the FACT THEY ARE NOT IN SPACE

I FUCKING KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW THEY WEREN'T IN SPACE THE SCENES WE GOT WERE ENOUGH PROOF TO SHOW IT HEHHEEHEHEHEH

Its a bit disappointing It doesnt feel as impactful when shadow dose get to step outside for the first time

ALSO I ALREADY WISH WE GOT THE SCENE OF MARIA SAYING SAYONARA AND SHADOW BEING DEPRESSED IN THE TUBE AS HE LANDS TO EARTH

The closest thing to it was when he was captured and tased to enter the tube again and the look of betrayal and sadness and later anger in his face AHHH

His back story in this one is giving Venom vibes with the space rock and him being inside it like its a fucking egg, HE IS LITERALLY JUST AN ALIEN he's NOT SOME SCIENCE EXPERIMENT LIKE WHAT?!?!

Where was he from is he still from the same planet as sonic?

I AM curious on what this will lead to and if we learn more I HOPE WE DO bc that movie did NOT COVER ENOUGH ON THAT SHIT

ALSO THE FACT SHADOW REACTS THE WAY HE DOES WHEN HE SEES SONIC SPECIFICALLY MAKES TOTAL SENSE

HE has never seen another hedgehog

HECK IM WILLING TO BET HE DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WAS POSSIBLY ONE UNTILL THEN

HE literally would ask Maria if she's scared of him bc he knows everyone else is afraid of him and was worried Maria may be afraid too AHH POOR BABY (no more monster movies for him)

But yeah a bit disappointed I KNOW THEY AINT GONNA DO EVERYTHING THE SAME IM NOT THAT STUPID BUT IDK I JUST FEEL like they only cut that shit out bc they didn't have time which if that's the case it might as well been a two parter film it would give more time to flesh out the characters and give more impact to emotional scenes

(Who knows if they make TV show it would help cover some backstory on him)

Bc that scene with the commander didn't hit i didn't feel too much sympathy and I know i should but the scene wasn't giveing it for me

NOW A SCENE THAT WAS IMPACTFUL

Was when Gerald said to Egg man "your no Maria" I FELT SO BAD FOR EGG MAN

UGH MY POOR DUDE

No but Literally he was in a orphanage his whole life and he ever bothered to get him

Im guessing egg man was born while Gerald may have been in jail or he just didn't care enough.

He either never knew about him or didn't care bc i know he was in jail but egg man is probably a similar age Maria was back then so him never bothering to get him just means he only cared for Maria and kinda shadow he did say KIDS and instead of Just referring to Maria so I think he still got crazy at some point while in jail.

But I wonder why they Commander lied

Yes their was an accident that could have been avoided but it wasn't because of shadow it was bc some dumb ass who decided to shot at some kids and an old man they missed but it cost Maria her life

also why the hell is shadow not reacting more strongly to Maria's death that was his fucking sister

I DONT THINK I SAW A SINGLE TEAR FROM HIM AND THAT DOESNT MAKE SENSE HE IS KNOWN TO CRY AT LEAST A BIT FOR LOSING MARIA BRO SHOULD HAVE BEEN SCREAMING IN PAIN BUT NOPE SILANCE AND ANGER UGHH WHY CANT CHARACTERS CRY ANYMORE not even the memory of it made him cry

Also HOW AND THE HELL IS IT that shadow was just being studied so lightly if he really is and full on Alien bro would have been diesected by now or at least have scars or memory's of it but nope nothing

(YES I KNOW ITS A FUCKING KIDS FILM IM JUST SAYING SHIT would make WAY MORE SENSE IF THEY AT LEAST MENTION IT if they didnt want to show it)

Also i was expecting him to be a bit more edgey i dont mind that he isn't but idk he just seemed depressed the enter movie poor guy needs therapy

I found if sweet that egg man got to expramce everything he missed out of In the film (probably what shadow wanted for him and maria)

Its interesting how shadow and Maria don't have to many lines together it feels like she only talked 1 or twice and that's it i wish their was MORE OF THEM

Also i found it interesting how shadow kept mentioning during their fight that sonic became just like him when it came to revenge and how he kept mentioning that sonic left to fight him against his friends wishes it feels like he saying he shouldn't have made the choice he did kinda like saying he would have done better if he was in his position or like he should be grateful (idk that's just my view on that scene i liked it)

Also the way sonic tells shadow that the pain doesn't go away but he can change the way he views that pain and how he can remember that the love he had for her will always stay

Its sweet but didn't feel that impactful as I thought it would be the word were but idk i think they should have lingered a bit more on the scene or something it feels a bit fast paste at time.

ALSO HAS ANYONE SEEN SHADOWS EYES ARE PINK WHEN HE GOES SUPER?!?!?!?! YESSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAHHHHHH

Also LOVE HOW SHADOW AND SONIC BATTLE TOGETHER IN THE END THEY WERE AWESOME

But then in the final part when trying to stop the laser from killing the earth later separate them with sonic kinda takeing the place of shadow falling scene and shadow just goes poof for a bit

bro literally just cares to get a task done and not save anyone he doesnt save stone when their place was flooded and now sonic

Also glad eggman still kinda pissed on the moon

BRO HAD ME WORRIED FOR A MOMENT THAT HE MAY BE DEAD BUT NOPE HE GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHH AND THE WAY HIM AND EGG MAN DID SACRIFICE THEMSELVES TOO?!?! UGH THE BLISS SHADOW MUST HAVE FELT TO MAYBE REST IN PEACE AND EGG MAN REDMETION ARC WITH STONE WHILE IN AN ARK AHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HE CARES AHH

But I was SO SCARED THAT SHADOW REALLY DEAD IN THAT ONE my friend had to keep reassuring me that he's not dead they wouldn't let him die but i was like BUT THEY COULD?!?!

But nope they were right he alright 👍🏼

OK MY BIGGEST JOY WAS SEEING AMY

FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSSS I FUCKING HAD A FEELING IT WAS GONNA BE HER IT HAD TO BE IF THEY DECIDED TO CUT HER FROM THAT FUCKING FILM AND NOT JUST HER BUT METAL SONIC TOO??? BUT NOW WHO MADE METAL???

I have so many questions not enough answers anyways fuck you I think Amy is important and im so FUCKING GLAD SHE FINALLY SHOWS UP AHH GIRLY IS IMPORTANT and she gonna be a battle machine AHHH

Can't wait to see her reason from fighting all those robots who are METAL!!!

[kvrokasaa]

karasu comforting overachiever!reader with a lot of anxiety?

my exams are around, ive cried 6x and had a mental breakdown in 3 days. and im a good student at heart but not on paper. im trying😭

take care! love❤️

I can relate to this sm, I promise myself that I’ll study but then it gets late n all I wanna do is sleep lmfao. But I hope you’re doing alright, love. Remember to drink lots of water and eat lots of food! And take breaks when studying so you don’t get headaches!

Sorry I posted this so late, but here it is.

Cw: crying, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, cursing, not proofread. lmk if i missed any!

Wc: 1.1k

Overachiever!

Karasu is like your best friend, he’s always been there for you and promises he always will. Even when he left for a program called Blue Lock, he still managed to talk to you. Especially when you were going through a nasty breakup with your ex. He has always been there for you.

Something Karasu noticed over the years of being your friend; you’re an overachiever and a perfectionist. You have to get good grades, it’s like it was hard-wired in your brain since you were a child. If you didn’t get a good grade, even on a test that was optional or didn’t have any impact on your overall grade, you would feel so ashamed and full of anxiety. You were afraid of your teachers hating you, honestly, you’re just afraid of authority figures. You would always try to hide your feelings behind a fake smile, and sometimes it worked. But this time it didn’t.

You were in your room studying, all day long. No matter how many times people tried to pester you, or ask you to take a break, you would decline and go back to studying. You needed to get a good grade. You had stayed up all night long studying and going over the crucial information that would be on the final.

So why? Why do you have an 84% on your final? Why isn’t it at 100? Other people congratulated you, saying that the test was really hard. But you know that Mia, the top student, got the perfect score without even trying.

You tried this year, you really did. You made a resolution that you would try your hardest this year; that you wouldn’t give up so easily like last year. And you know that bad habits die hard, but you were doing so well. Even though this isn’t your last year, you feel like you failed at school.

‘Take a deep breath. Failure is the one pathway to success.’ Karasu’s words came floating into your mind. But you could still feel the onslaught of the tears and the tightness of the pain in your chest. You tried to take a deep breath but it wasn’t enough, it felt like all the oxygen in the world just vanished.

You don’t know how you got home, all the memories of the people saying ‘Good job’ and ‘Don’t beat yourself up, you did better than me’ are the only ones you can remember. All you want to do is crawl into your bed and cuddle your stuffed bear while you cry. But you have to study more; you have to study for your next classes. You can’t just give up because of one class. Oh but how badly you want to.

A sudden knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. “Come in.” You cringed at the crack in your voice, quickly you straightened your posture and pretended to be okay.

But all of that faux hope and happiness faded away when you saw the unmistakable blue eyes. The tears came rushing back, along with the shaky breaths.

Karasu walked over to your desk and smiled down at you. “Hey, just wanted to stop by,” his hand raised, revealing a bag with your favorite restaurant name. “I brought your favorite.” His voice died down, almost to a whisper when he saw your tears.

You quickly wiped them, but the red streaks were still there. He sighed and sat down on your bed. “It’s okay, Y/n. Stuff like this happens, don’t worry about it too much.” You shook your head. “No, I should worry about it,” he raised a brow. “Why?”

You felt a little agitated because he couldn’t understand. Of course he couldn’t, he’s always been the type of person to get good grades without even trying. Knowing him, he probably slept through most of his classes and still got a 95 or higher on his final. Typical Karasu.

“Because who would I be if I don’t have good grades? I know that grades don’t matter much in the world, but I’m the one who feels the shame. I’m the one who has to remember what it feels like to try your hardest and still fail.” You felt like pulling your hair out, breaking things, just something to ease your mind. To ease the pain.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, squishing them a little which brings a smile to his face. “Remember what I always tell you. ‘Failure is a pathway to-’ ” “To success. I know that, but still,” You move your head, making him release his grip. “I don’t want to fail, I don’t want people to remember me as the person who always failed.” Your voice was almost higher than a whisper, but he still heard you loud and clear. Karasu could hear and feel the pain from your voice.

“You-” you release a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “You wouldn’t understand.”

‘Ironic’ he thinks, you’re the one who’s not understanding. A simple grade doesn’t define who you are as a person.

“Y/n look at me.” He grabs your face, “You are doing your best, you’re trying your fucking hardest and I’m so proud of you for that. You’re way smarter than what people give you credit for.” You try to shake your head, but his grip on your jaw tightens. “No. I don’t want to hear you deny anything. You need to understand that it’s okay to fail, it’s okay to feel helpless after a bad grade. But it’s not okay to beat yourself up. Don’t worry too much about how this grade, which is a passing grade, will affect your future.”

Karasu pulls you in for a hug. You close your eyes and bury your face in his chest. “You’re in the present right now, not the future. And I’m sure the future you are a CEO; trust me I can see it.”

You both laugh at his words. You sniffle and look up at him, “thank you, I really needed that.” He nods his head; his eyes looking from your eyes to your lips. “Anytime, I mean it.”

This is what you expected, a lecture and comfort from Karasu. It’s what you wanted. But what you didn’t expect was his lips on yours. Before you could enjoy the moment, he pulled back and smiled down at you. “Safe to say that I think you return my feelings,” your eyes darting everywhere but his and your little nod was a good enough answer for him. “And as much as I want to kiss you again. Our food is getting cold.” He pulled you down onto the bed along with the bag of food. “Let’s eat.”