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the-ace-with-spades · 1 day ago

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(sorry this got longer than I thought)

You know what fic I'd love to read?

One where Carole dies but doesn't get anything in order before her death (as is many times the case) and Mav is installed as Bradley's temporary guardian after her death but everything goes wrong very fast

Due to Mav's less than heterosexuals tendencies, Bradley ends up in the foster system. One day a social worker with a police officer just shows up and takes him away from school and he doesn't know what's going on. He ends up in his first not so good foster family the same evening. Mav can't even visit as he is deemed a bad influence and has an ongoing investigation if he is 'fit' to be Bradley's guardian.

He doesn't stop asking about Mav for months. Keeps trying to run away to him (he's about 50 miles away because foster homes are sparse so no dice) and finally his foster 'mom' is fed up with the constant asks to at least try and call Mav so she tells him Mav didn't want him and doesn't want Bradley to contact him.

And because Bradley is twelve, he believes it.

(It's not that Mav didn't try. There was a whole appeal process but Mav had a deployment right after and he couldn't explain to the social workers that no, Bradley would stay with someone trusted while he was gone, because that someone was Ice, the source of his suspected homosexual tendencies. They literally told him he's not allowed to contact Bradley and once he came back from deployment, Bradley was already in a different foster home, a few counties over and lost in the system.)

Bradley spends the rest of his childhood in the system. His first family is dubious and the following ones are a mix of constant hope and disappointment. He has at least two different families foster him every year, until he is sixteen and ends up in a group home. There are only two families that he actually comes close to calling family - a young married couple that stops fostering when the wife is diagnosed with chronic autoimmune disorder, and a couple of teachers that have to drop one of the two kids they foster when the financial requirements to foster raise and decide that Bradley is going to be that kid.

No one ever even thinks about adopting him. He's got good grades and stays on top of school, but that's about what is going well in his life. Some families he's with are average - they let him be and maybe don't care as much for anything that involves him as long it doesn't stir trouble at the fostering agency and Bradley is healthy and safe. Some families are worse - sometimes he is one of the five kids and is expected to stay and be a live-in nanny, sometimes they're only doing it for the money and he has barely anything, barely any food, barely any attention, barely any clothes, barely any school supplies, just so he doesn't cost too much. Sometimes, things get physical - it happens less, the taller he gets and by the time he starts fighting back, he has enough reputation that no one believes it and no one wants to foster him anymore. And group home it is.

By the time he's seventeen, he's enlisted. Just so he leaves the system as fast as he can. It all works out because the Navy fits the bill for his university and NROTC when the time comes - even if he's told he's not a good candidate for the USNA, even if he was told his grades and his achievements should be more than enough, even if despite the circumstances, he managed to meet the same requirements.

Finding out that it was Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell who protested his application and pulled the plug on it is Bradley's second heartbreak.

Bradley bites down any complaints he has about life and enters UVA at 21, with a military scholarship and NROTC bursary. At that point, he doesn't even know if he still wants to go into aviation, it brings so much bitterness in him. But then his grades and his overall achievement are so good, everyone says it'd be a waste if he didn't go to one of the most competitive pipelines. The Navy pays for his private pilot licence when he hesitates, and sure enough, it does feel good.

The pipeline is where he meets Jake Seresin. Jake Seresin, who has two brothers and two sisters and who has jars of homemade jam and chocolate-covered plums sent in a little package from his mom at least once a month. Jake Seresin, who uses all his leave to attend weddings, holiday parties, birthday parties, even a dog's funeral. Jake Seresin, who comes from every Thanksgiving with spare pumpkin pie, who has a new handmade Christmas sweater every year.

Jake Seresin, who, for some reason not known to Bradley, is impressed with how effortless learning to fly is for Bradley, with how much Bradley knows, with how much he leads in the lectures and the flight lessons - most guys find Bradley annoying and cold and Bradley would've agreed with them if any said it to his face. The Navy is the only good thing Bradley's had since his mom died, he has much more time to focus on being good at whatever Navy throws at him and maybe that makes him strange and aloof. But not Jake.

Jake Seresin, who is a competitive asshole that can't shut his mouth for his own good. Who has no idea of personal space, who fills the silence better than a jukebox, who will drill and drill the topic until he gets an answer he can comprehend, who doesn't care what people think of him as long as he knows his worth.

Bradley might have a bit of a crush on him, but it's an annoying crush kind of crush - one he doesn't really want to have, one he doesn't really know what to do with. Jake Seresin, who probably would never look at Bradley twice, especially in that way.

They get separate F-18 training bases and Bradley forgets for a moment Jake Seresin ever existed.

Then, summer of 2011, Jake Seresin gets restationed, right into Bradley's squadron. And he's still his annoying self, inserting himself into Bradley's private space, private time, and doesn't let Bradley have a say in it, at all.

Maybe Bradley doesn't want to have any say in it, deep down.

A few months later, DADT gets repealed. It doesn't change much for Bradley, he's not going to talk to anyone about his personal life. But it seems it changes something for Jake.

Because he asks Bradley out on a date.

Bradley's never really dated. Didn't really have the time to when he was a teenager, moved so many times, and then he enlisted, and then he was in college and NROTC. He slept with people, but he's never dated anyone.

So he gets to know Jake Seresin. Jake Seresin, who despite bringing all that food back with him any time he visits his parents, can't cook at all and who would hang onto Bradley's arm or shoulders whenever Bradley cooked. Who can sew so well that he saves all of Bradley's old shirts. Who can't keep his mouth shut, no matter the circumstances - not in the theatre, not when they eat, not when they just watch a movie at home, not even in bed. Who seems to know every single tune under the sun but can't play a single instrument. Who has elaborate, detailed plans for his life - an admiral by forty, two kids by thirty-five, a nice little house in driving distance to some body of water, a German shepherd or a border collie for a family dog once the house is there, a personal two or maybe four-person plane by the time he's forty-five, maybe co-owning aeroclub by fifty.

Bradley's never before thought about the future.

He never tells Jake even half of the things he's seen and lived through when he was in foster care, never tells him about his pulled application from USNA, never tells him about Mav. He doesn't think Jake would be able to understand, the way his family seems perfect and loving and caring. He doesn't want him to know how many things is wrong with him.

But Jake knows he's got no family, that his dad died in the Navy, his mom when he started middle school, that he's been in foster care for all his teenage years. Knows that Bradley has no one to come back home.

"Don't be a fool, sweetheart," is what Jake tells him. "You've got me."

For the first time in his life at the age of 29, Bradley requests Christmas leave.

Bradley's never had a big family, but there was a time he once had a family - or so he thought, when he was twelve and the illusion shattered - so he thought he'd be okay.

And at first, he is fine. Jake rotates him around like a prize piece, introducing him to his siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, nephews, cousins, grandparents, but it's just two or three people at once. Whenever it seems like too much, Bradley drifts away to the kitchen where he can just stay silent and listen to Jake's mom talk to the various people that come by while he slices homemade ham or he steps out onto the backyard and talks to the kids of all the ages gathered around the makeshift playground.

But then they're right before dinner starts - there are over thirty people in the open space of the house, now that everyone arrived, and Bradley feels hot, suffocating in the crowded space, in the clutter of gifts and food and colorful Christmas sweaters.

And then, before he can take any of it in, he hears Jake, saying in his typical loud and teasing tone, that Bradley can play the piano, and look at that, he could play something Christmas-y before the turkey is done, and next thing he knows, there's over thirty pairs of eyes on him and plenty of people asking questions and making teasing remarks and it all seems so tricky--

He can't imagine himself, in that room, with all those people, feeling comfortable. So he walks out.

Bradley doesn't know how to be a part of a family. There's no reason to try and lie to himself and everyone else.

They don't see each other for years after. The next time they do, it's only the eight weeks at Top Gun. The Jake that Bradley knew isn't there - this Jake is bitter and sarcastic and sharp with his tongue. This Jake wins Top Gun and never looks back at Bradley when he returns to his station base.

The next time they see each other is at the Top Gun recall when Bradley is going through a life roller coaster.

Not only is Jake being the biggest ass not just to him but to everyone, for the first time in twenty years, Bradley sees Mav. Sure, maybe he's not moved on from Jake - he still remains the only person Bradley ever dated - but he's managed to dodge Maverick, and Iceman by association, in all those years he's been in the Navy and now he's forced to pretend all is fine.

And Maverick doesn't make it easier.

He tries to approach Bradley like they're long-lost friends, saying all those things about how he missed him and how Bradley looks so much like his dad. Like he didn't leave him in the foster system when he was a kid and didn't fuck up his application for USNA.

So he pretends he doesn't remember Maverick because that's the easiest given that Maverick is supposed to train him.

On top of that, Jake mixes himself up into Bradley's shit life situation when he overhears Mav trying to get Bradley to 'remember' and 'renew their relationship' and keeps pestering Bradley. Maybe he can tell you more about your childhood, why the hell are you so rude to him, he wouldn't make up knowing you, you know, maybe he's got some of your parents' stuff and can share---

And hearing the love of his life that he let get away because Bradley didn't know how to be part of his family side with the first person that told Bradley he's not enough to be someone's family - well, it's not exactly helping the state of Bradley'e mental being.

So maybe he explodes at Jake, a little bit, in the end. You want to talk to the man who left me behind when I was twelve and the only time he looked back was to tell me he didn't think I was good enough? Then so be fucking it.

Instead of butting into Bradley's life, Jake shuts up and starts avoiding him. Bradley supposes he has what he wanted.

Bradley doesn't care what Maverick thinks or if he changed or if he wants something from Bradley.

He still turns around when he's shot down. It's not like he's got someone to come back to anyway. Not because he cares about Maverick.

"I'm not you," Bradley tells Mav. "I don't leave people behind."

The admittance - that he knows and remembers Mav and wants nothing to do with him, wants to be nothing like him - works. They survive and Bradley doesn't see Maverick again, not when they're in the med bay, not when they're in the hospital in San Diego, not when he gets discharged.

He sees Jake instead, waiting on him at the reception of the unit he had been on, patiently waiting for Bradley to sign his discharge papers without using his broken wrist.

"What, do you have someone else to take your broken ass home?"

In truth, Bradley was just going to take a taxi. Instead, Jake takes the plastic bag with Bradley's clothes and silently leads them to his truck before he asks for Bradley's address.

And in all this mess, the first thing Jake asks him is, "Are you going to stay in San Diego?" because they have the offer to stay there and make their place in Top Gun-adjacent brand new squadron.

"No, I'm going to go back to my base," Bradley tells him. There's nothing for him San Diego, but there's plenty for Jake and he doesn't want to be a barrier.

"I think you should stay in San Diego. With me."

He wishes it was that simple but the truth is, Bradley is still the same.

"I can't be the person you want to have in your life."

"But you already are the person I want in my life."

"I think this is going to end up badly."

"Only if you let it."

Bradley's never really could say no to Jake.

It all seems so easy, when he falls asleep on Jake's shoulder watching Top Gear, but at some point, Bradley knows, they will get to the point when it'll all crush again.

There is also the whole thing with Maverick, their now CO, who appears to be some kind of ashamed now that he finally knows that Bradley remembers what he did - or rather what he didn't do. He avoids Bradley like the plague and it seems to be affecting the squad - because they all love Maverick and Bradley is the weirdo who can't have fun or be friendly. He's just waiting on someone to call him out as the party pooper contrasting to their fun CO and deem the problem, as always, just because he can't pretend to be happy to be around him.

Jake hasn't said anything about the Maverick thing explicitly but he gives Bradley those looks whenever Maverick is nearby and sometimes he makes those quips

#dunno how that would resolve #probably ice would intervene at some point #just to clarify mav is feeling extremely guilty #hangster #bradley rooster bradshaw #tgm #i wish my mind could just transfer this idea into like a movie montage #but instead id have to spend hours of writing to bring it to life 😭

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echo-riot · 4 hours ago

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Dating Sevika headcanons (sfw sorry gang)

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•You once tried to steal her cigar as a joke. Big mistake. Sevika caught you mid-act, lifted you with one arm, and said, “Cute. Don’t do it again.” You still did it again.

•Sevika’s idea of cooking is tossing something in a pan and hoping for the best. She’ll scoff at recipes and mutter, “I don’t need instructions.” Spoiler: she absolutely needs instructions. Burnt toast has become a running joke in your relationship.

•Every time she gets into a bar fight, you’re in the background yelling, “Not the face! I love her face!” She pretends not to hear you while decking someone twice her size.

•She once used her metal arm to open a stubborn jar of pickles. Now she’s your go-to for all tough jar lids. She grumbles, but you caught her smiling the third time.

•Sevika hates when you try to join her poker games. You can’t keep a straight face, and the other players eat you alive. She’s banned you from sitting at her table, but you keep sneaking in to “help her win.”

•If someone so much as glances at you wrong, she’ll glare at them until they shrink back into their seat. Once, a drunk guy tried to flirt with you at The Last Drop. Sevika didn’t even stand up; she just cracked her knuckles, and he bolted.

•Sevika doesn’t do romantic pillow talk. Instead, she’ll grumble about how “these damn chem-barons can’t organize for shit,” then roll over and fall asleep. You’ve learned to just nod along and kiss her forehead.

•You tried to kiss her while she had a cigar in her mouth. She just deadpanned, “You wanna taste smoke that bad?” and blew a puff right at you.

•She’ll act annoyed when you dote on her—calling her “big, scary Sevika” or pinching her cheeks—but secretly, she lives for your attention. She once sulked for hours when you forgot to kiss her goodbye.

•She rarely gets drunk, but when she does, she becomes weirdly sentimental. She’ll hold your face in her hands, stare at you with bleary eyes, and slur, “You’re too good for me. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

•On her rare days off, Sevika becomes the ultimate couch potato. You’ll find her sprawled out, watching trashy reality shows with the volume way too high. She’ll deny it later, but you’ve caught her rooting for her favorite contestant.

•She’ll never admit she’s wrong in an argument. But later, she’ll shove your favorite snack into your hands as a peace offering. That’s as close to an apology as you’re getting.

•Sevika loves making you laugh, though she won’t admit it. She’ll mutter something sarcastic under her breath just to hear you giggle, then pretend she didn’t care.

•Once, you heard a noise outside at night. Sevika grabbed a crowbar, stormed outside, and returned five minutes later saying, “It was just a cat. Go back to bed.” You’re 90% sure she scared that cat into never coming back.

•Every now and then, Sevika will surprise you with something sweet—a trinket from the market, a rare flower she found, or even just a quiet moment where she pulls you into her lap and murmurs, “I missed you.” She’ll act like it’s no big deal, but you know better.

•If someone so much as looks at you wrong, Sevika is ready to throw hands. She’ll casually step in front of you, her massive frame blocking the offender, and ask with a chillingly calm voice, “You got something to say?” Spoiler: they don’t.

•Sevika doesn’t do flowers or chocolates, but she’ll slide a bag of your favorite snacks across the table with a gruff, “Saw these on my way back.” Or she’ll casually fix something broken around your place, claiming it’s no big deal.

•Sevika loves having you sit on her lap. Whether you’re watching a game at The Last Drop, lounging at home, or just chatting, her favorite place for you is right on her thighs. She’ll rest her chin on your shoulder and mutter how lucky she is to have you.

•Sevika loves making sure everyone knows you’re hers. A possessive hand on your waist, a kiss in a crowded room, or a quiet, low-toned threat to anyone who tries to flirt with you—she’s got it all covered.

•While she’s the definition of tough to everyone else, Sevika melts for you. She’ll roll her eyes when you call her “soft,” but she secretly loves it when you snuggle up to her or kiss her scarred cheek.

•If you catch her doing something sweet—like tucking a blanket around you or cooking breakfast—she’ll grumble, “Don’t get used to it,” while secretly hoping you do.

•Sevika has a habit of holding her cigar out to you, offering you a puff with a teasing smirk. She’ll chuckle if you cough but will be unreasonably proud if you manage to handle it.

•Sevika notices everything about you. If you’re feeling down, she’ll subtly try to cheer you up without making a big deal out of it. If you’re tired, she’ll drag you to bed (even if you protest).

•Sevika thinks it’s hilarious when you try to arm wrestle her. She’ll let you think you’re winning for a few seconds before slamming your hand down with a wicked grin.

•Sevika is not a morning person. If you try to wake her up early, she’ll groan, bury her face in the pillow, and mumble something about five more minutes—which turns into an hour.

•Sevika is strong, resilient, and seemingly unshakable—but when it comes to you, she’s a goner. You’re her world, her light, and the reason she fights so hard to survive.

#arcane #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika headcanon #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #sevika story #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #arcane x female reader

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lyjen · 1 day ago

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In The Right Place Part 2 | Evan “Buck” Buckley

Summary: Buck’s recklessness frustrates (Y/n), but later he saves her during a call. Afterward, they open up about their pasts, growing closer than ever before.

Trope: Enemies to lovers

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The 118 arrived at the location the 9-1-1 caller had passed through. They were at the edge of a deep, rocky ravine where the hiker had slipped and fallen. The dispatcher told the team the man was injured, but clinging to a narrow ledge half way down.

It was a miracle the hiker could call for help, the reception wasn’t that good in the middle of nowhere, and most of the people that fall half way down a ravine, don’t survive.

The doors of the firetruck opened as the team got out of the vehicle. The dust was flowing around the scene, from the sandy road beneath the tires of the truck.

Bobby took one look at the scene they were working with, and turned to the team. “We’re going with a rope rescue.” Captain Nash said the second he scanned the situation. “Buck, you’re our climber. (Y/n), you and Eddie handle the lines. Chim and Hen, prep medical gear.” He continued, certain of his choices.

It has been exactly two weeks since (Y/n) had joined the team, and she could say with certainty that the 118 was slowly starting to feel like home, like it felt back in Long Beach. She was starting to get to know the rest of the team everyday a little bit more, and the other way around.

(Y/n) nodded as her Captain was done giving everyone their tasks and moved to secure the rope system as Buck fished the harness from the truck and slipped into it with practiced ease.

“You good to go?” Eddie asked as he finished tightening Buck’s gear. A grin appeared on Buck’s face. “I was born ready” he said with way too much confidence, making (Y/n) roll her eyes at his typical reaction. “Of course you were.” she muttered under her breath, continuing preparing the ropes.

The words left her mouth a little too loud. Buck looked up at her, catching the words and the tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, raising a brow at her words.

“It means..” she started as she lowered the ropes in her hands and glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid” she snapped as she glared at him from her spot at the ropes.

Buck’s grin vanished from his face and he sighed. “Relax, (Y/n). I’ve done this a million times.” he said, trying to reassure her that everything was okay.

“That’s what worries me.” She shot back as she tightened her hands on the rope. She hoped those words came out of her mouth as a mumble, but it came a little louder than she had hoped. She knew he heard her words.

Ever since she had that conversation on the first day with Buck, things had changed just a little bit. They were still trying to find out a way to work together, but it was difficult working with someone who didn’t think for at least one second.

Moments later, Buck was carefully being lowered over the edge of the ravine, as the rope creaked softly because of the weight that was hanging on it. From her spot on the ground, (Y/n) watched him descend down to the victim. Her eyes were flicking between Buck and the rope system as Eddie monitored the lines beside her.

“Slow and steady, Buck.” Eddie said into the radio as Buck was out of sight, rippling down to get the wounded hiker. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it.” Buck’s voice sounded as confident as always. Making (Y/n) roll her eyes at the amount of confidence he had in his voice. “Just focus for once.” She mumbled under her breath as the rope gently moved through her gloved hands.

Buck could feel the jitters in his abdomen, even though he had done this a hundred times, if not more. When his feet touched the small space where the hiker landed after his fall, he didn’t want to put too much weight onto the ground to avoid the ground falling from beneath them.

“What’s your name sir?” Buck asked as he grabbed the second harness that was sent down. “I- Uh- Luther” the hiker stumbled as he was unsure what was happening. “Luther, I’m Buck. I’m going to get you out of here okay?” he explained. Luther nodded in agreement, but Buck could tell he was scared. “Okay, now.. I need you to stand up slow and steady and let me put this around you.”

Luther nodded as he slowly stood up, his legs were looking like they were made of jell-o. Every step the hiker made, how slowly and steady he did it, it made the ledge crumble beneath him. Rocks were breaking loose with every single short move he made and tumbling down into the ravine. If something did go wrong this moment, there would be no turning back. But luckily Luther stepped into the harness, as Buck secured him and stabilized him.

“Got him!” Buck called out, but just to be sure he grabbed his radio. “We’re ready to come up! Green!” his voice came through. A soft sigh left (Y/n)’s mouth as she heard the confirmation, she took a breath she didn’t know she needed.

For once he didn’t do anything stupid. But it wasn’t over yet.

“Okay, let’s pull them up slow” Eddie instructed, signaling to (Y/n) the sign to pull the rope, to get them on solid ground again. (Y/n) held her breath again as they began raising Buck and the hiker.

She could hear the ropes creaking under the weight that was hanging onto the other side, but the system held firm. “Almost there,” Eddie muttered as he had his hands steady on the lines, pulling it.

The creaking of the lines became louder within every pull, making the thing (Y/n) scared of reality as a horrific snap echoed through the ravine.

One of the anchor points failed.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened at the sound of the snap as her heart was leaping into her throat right now. “No, no, no.” (Y/n) mumbled under her breath. The rope jerked violently, sending Buck swinging hard into the rocks. A grunt fell off Buck’s lips as his body slammed into the side of the ravine. He placed one of his hands on the rocks to bring the swinging rope to a halt.

“Hold it! Hold it!” Bobby’s voice roared over the scene as Eddie and (Y/n) tried to get the rope back under control. “I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” Eddie grunted as he used all his strength to pull the two people back in.

(Y/n) threw her weight onto the line, placing her heels into the ground as they tried to steady Buck. “Buck talk to us” Bobby sounded over the radio. Panic was creeping into her chest as it took Buck seconds to answer. “Buck, what’s your status?” Bobby asked.

(Y/n) had her eyes closed as she held onto the rope for dear life. The radio made room for some statics, “We’re fine cap, just.. get us up!” his voice sounded over the radio, mixed with a cough.

Eddie glanced over his shoulder, looking at (Y/n) “You good?” Eddie asked as they made eye contact. She nodded, “Let’s get it over with.” she said as she let her eyes wander back to her gloved hands and they both pulled the ropes.

The climb was slower this time, the rope continued to creak as Eddie and (Y/n) worked together to lift Buck and the injured hiker back up. Her hands were hurting from the weight she needed to pull, but it didn’t bother her. They needed to get the both of them back on the ground. And she didn’t care if she needed to break her own skin to do it.

It looked like there wasn't an end to the rope she had in her hands. But when Buck’s helmet finally came into sight, and his boots hit solid ground, (Y/n) let out a shaky breath and placed her hands onto her thighs.

She was exhausted, not only from pulling the ropes, but also the stress she was experiencing the last five to ten minutes.

Buck unhooked his harness as Hen and Chimney immediately checked the hiker. (Y/n)’s eyes were locked on Buck as she took off the gloves and yanked them to the ground. Before she could let her brain catch up with her movements, she stormed over towards Buck.

Buck unlocked the clip of his helmet, as he heard footsteps coming closer. He looked up, and he found (Y/n) stroming over at him. Fire was burning in her eyes as she shoved him hard in the chest.

“What the hell was that?!” she shouted, Buck’s back falling against the firetruck as confusion took over his face. “Whoa- what’s your problem?” He stumbled as he looked at her.

“God you’re such a fucking idiot, Buck” (Y/n) continued to yell, giving him a shove again. “Do you even think before you act?” she added, before Buck could even explain or say something back at all.

“(Y/n), it wasn’t my fault-” he said as he held up his hands. He didn’t even do anything but his job? Why was she so upset with him?

“You act like you’re invincible, like nothing can touch you, but you’re not! That rope could’ve snapped completely, and then what? What if I couldn’t pull you back up? What if—” she stopped talking as she noticed how loud she was talking, she needed to calm down.

She looked down to the floor and turned her back towards him as she placed her hands on her hips. She took a breath as she blinked the tears away which were welling up in her eyes.

Buck’s face softened as he took a cautious step towards her. “Hey.. i’m okay. I’m right here.” He said. She was breathing hard as she wiped her face angrily. “You don’t get it, Buck..” she paused, her voice sounded broken and it was barely above a whisper. “For seconds… I thought we lost you.”

At first, Buck didn’t know what to say. His confused expression was replaced by genuine regret, even though he didn’t do anything. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized with a soft voice.

(Y/n) squeezed her eyes closed, “I thought we had talked this through? That we had a deal-” she paused, and she turned around, facing Buck now.

Her eyes were slowly turning red, “Whatever you’re doing, you don’t get to do that to us. To me-“ her lip was starting to tremble as she said those words.

Buck was caught off guard by her words. “To.. you?” he asked her slowly. And that’s where she realized what she’d just admitted, she cared about him. (Y/n) shook her head as she turned away. “Forget it.” she added, as she made a move to walk away from the conversation.

But he reached out, gently wrapping his hand around her upper arm. “(Y/n), wait-” he said. She glanced over her shoulder, their eyes connected.

She was clearly upset with what happened, but why was she mad at him? He didn’t sabotage the anchor point? Why would she even think that Buck would’ve liked the idea of bringing himself and the victim into a dangerous situation like this? It’s not like he particularly wanted to fall to death.

The sound of Bobby’s voice cut through the small moment they were having, pulling the both of them back to reality. “Buck! (Y/n)! Wrap it up, we’re heading out!” His voice sounded.

“On it cap!” Buck quickly switched, and with that, (Y/n) pulled her arm free with a hard pull. She gave Buck one last look. “Next time, think before you act.” and with those words she turned and walked away, leaving Buck standing there.

But this argument wasn’t really like the ones they had before, there was something new, as if something had shifted.

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“Buck, (Y/n) you’re on the west side.” Bobby said, as he quickly broke the team into pairs. The warehouse they were searching was a blazing inferno, the fire was clawing itself through the structure with a fury that threatened to consume everything. They had to be fast.

“You got it, Cap.” Buck replied as he tightened his grip on the halligan between his hands as (Y/n) gave their captain a nod as she stood next to Buck. When she heard their names being paired together, she rolled her eyes for a quick second.

Bobby finished his explanation as he and Eddie went to their assigned location and tasks.

“Why do I always get the feeling we always pull the short straw together?” (Y/n) mumbled as they made their way through the huge space of the warehouse. Buck shot a glance over his shoulder, a grin was visible on his face “Maybe the universe thinks we make a good team.” he replied.

She let out a soft sigh, “Or maybe you’re bad luck.” she shot back, she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted that to say out loud or whisper it to herself. They both moved quickly, (Y/n) breath was labored as she followed Buck through the chaos and her flashlight was slicing through the thick grey smoke.

A voice cut through the air, calling out for help through the gasps for air. “Over here!” Buck shouted as loud as possible to get above the roar of the flames. She spotted Buck crouched near a pile of collapsed debris, when she hurried to his side she felt her pulse thundering in her ears.

“Someone’s trapped” Buck said while urgency was audible in his voice. He pointed towards a narrow gap beneath a fallen beam, the faint sound of coughing came from within, and continued with a call for help.

“We need to get him out.” (Y/n) said determined, as she already started tugging at the debris that was blocking their way. The heat was killing. But every second counted. Sweat was already dripping down (Y/n)’s face, she couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for the person that was trapped. The air was thick, and dark, almost if there wasn’t any oxygen left.

Buck threw his weight against the largest beam, grunting as he lifted it just enough for (Y/n) to crawl closer. “Carefull!” he called, not sure if he could hold the weight of the beam with only his body.

“I’m fine! Just don't try to kill me.” she shot back as she kneeled down and wriggled her body through the tight space to reach the trapped person.

When (Y/n) made her way through the tight space Buck had created, she reached the victim. Buck meanwhile managed to move the beam, still giving her the same amount of space to crawl through.

“Sir, can you hear me?” (Y/n) asked, her gloved hand brushing against his arm to try and get any kind of reaction from the man. The man nodded weakly, making (Y/n) let out a breath of relief. “Buck, I’ve got him!” (Y/n) called. “Get ready to pull him out!” she added as she wriggled her way back through the tight space.

She was half way when a deafening crack echoed through the building. The floor beneath them shuddered violently, and (Y/n)’s head shot up as she realized the ceiling above them was starting to give way.

“(Y/n) move, now!” Buck shouted, panic was creeping up his chest as he watched his partner struggling to get back through the tight space. (Y/n) barely had time to register the danger before Buck lunged toward her. His hand grabbed a handful of the back of her turnout coat, yanking her backward with such force that her body slammed into his, making them hit the ground hard.

The crash of debris behind them was deafening, all kinds of materials were scattering in every direction.

For a small moment neither of them moved, their bodies were pressed together as the crash of debris closed in around them. His arms were wrapped around her and his chest was rising and falling against her back.

“Are you okay?” his voice asked, as the adrenaline was rushing through his veins. (Y/n) tried to catch her breath, squeezing her eyes closed for a moment as a sharp pain appeared in her left side. “I- I think so” she stumbled, mixed with a tremble in her voice.

His grip loosened on her body as he helped her sit up, Buck stood up from behind her as he held out a hand towards her.

In pain, she hissed and pressed her eyes closed again. “You’re hurt.” he concluded as he scanned her facial expressions. She shook her head, “It’s nothing.” she said but the pain in her side told her otherwise.

“Can you stand?” he asked her. She nodded, though her movements were slow and hesitant. She accepted his hand and let him carefully lift her to her feet. “We still need to get him out,” she said, motioning toward the man who was coughing weakly beneath the debris.

“I’ve got him.” Buck said, “Just stay behind me.” he added. (Y/n) allowed Buck to take the lead this time.

He worked quickly but smoothly, pulling the man free. Buck put the male in the right position, crouched down as he held the man’s wrist in one hand and in the other hand his thigh. Her eyes were set on Buck as she watched him perform the right steps.

It was kinda.. attractive?

God no. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the awful thoughts she just had. Two weeks ago they were enemies and now she actually started to like him? No. Hell no.

“Let’s go!” Buck commanded as he walked back towards (Y/n) with the man on his shoulders. He kept a close eye on (Y/n) when they made their way through the flames again.

The heat was suffocating, the air thick with smoke, but they kept on going. But finally, the cool rush of night air hit them as they burst through the exit.

The team was already waiting outside, as paramedics rushed forwards to take the injured man from Buck. Buck crouched down again to place the man onto his feet again. “Here, he’s all yours. He inhaled a lot of smoke but he’s conscious.” he quickly briefed the paramedics.

As soon as the man was placed onto the gurney the paramedics hurried away. (Y/n) pulled her helmet from her head and blew the strands away that were in front of her face.

His eyes were locked on (Y/n) as he watched her take off her gloves and her entire facial expression changed when she made one wrong move.

“(Y/n)” Buck said in a serious tone. “Sit down. Let the paramedics check you out.” he told her. She looked back at him, as she let out a “I’m fine.” as she pressed her hand against her side and tried to catch her breath.

But Buck wouldn’t take no for an answer. He made eye contact with Hen who was giving the both of them a questioning look. So Buck waved her over. Hen rushed over towards the two, “Hey, you okay?” she asked as she watched (Y/n) press her hand onto her side.

“She’s hurt” Buck said quickly before (Y/n) could answer. “No, I’m fine.” she muttered through her voice with a lack of conviction. But he turned towards (Y/n) again. “No you’re not” he said, his tone soft but insistent.

She tried to pull away, get away from the conversation but Buck placed his hand firmly on her shoulder before she could try and run, guiding her towards Hen. “Come on, i’ll take a look” Hen said, not leaving any room for an argument.

(Y/n) sighed as Hen guided her to sit on the bumper of the ambulance. She took off her turnout coat as Hen unzipped her medic bag and began her examination. Hen gave her a small, knowing look. “You just had to follow Buck into the inferno, did you?”

(Y/n) let out a weak chuckle, “You know how it is.. The guy moves and you just, go.” she said. “Yeah well, next time.. maybe let him handle the death-defying stunts.” Hen replied as she pressed gently against (Y/n)’s ribs.

She winced, biting on her lower lip to not let out a curse word.

“Ribs are bruised but not broken,” Hen confirmed. “You’re lucky. Could’ve been worse.” she concluded. “Lucky isn’t how it feels,” (Y/n) muttered, leaning her head back against the ambulance.

Hen smirked. “Trust me, Buck’s had worse. You’ve officially joined the ‘pulled-from-the-fire-by-Evan-Buckley’ club. Membership comes with bruises and a lecture.”

(Y/n) chuckled as she caught herself glancing toward where Buck stood talking to Bobby. His shoulders were squared, his hands moving as he told what had happened.

Hen followed her gaze, her tone softening. “He’s got a habit of throwing himself into danger for the people he cares about. You did good in there, but you’ve got to let yourself heal.”

(Y/n) nodded, her stubbornness fading as exhaustion took over. “Thanks, Hen.”

“Anytime,” Hen replied with a warm smile, packing up her kit.

As Hen moved on to help another teammember, (Y/n) sat quietly, watching the embers from the fire flicker into the night sky. The adrenaline was finally wearing off, leaving her with a dull ache in her ribs.

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The station was quiet after the chaos of the fire. Every member of the 118 had spread themselves over the firehouse, some were going to hit the shower, some were going to take a nap. But (Y/n) found herself alone in the locker room.

She wanted to change into something more comfy to move in than a button up. She stood in front of the mirror as she lifted her shirt just enough to inspect the already dark bruises blooming along her ribs.

“Great.” she mumbled under her breath as she gently poked the tender skin, making her hiss at the touch.

“Those look bad.”

The sudden voice that had entered the locker room startled her, making her drop her shirt quickly. She spinned around to find Buck standing just a few feet away, he was leaning against the doorway. His usual cocky grin wasn’t there now, he seemed softer. His eyes were wandering back to where he had just been checking her side.

“Ever heard of knocking?” (Y/n) said as she turned back to her locker, trying to get rid of whatever moment this was.

He smirked faintly, “It’s a locker room. I didn’t think I had to.” he replied. She shot him a look through the mirror that was in her locker, but the annoyance didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was a small mirror after all. “What do you want, Buck?” she asked.

For a second, Buck hesitated. But eventually stepped into the room, making the door behind him call into its frame. “I just.. wanted to check on you. After earlier.” he replied to her question.

(Y/n) scoffed softly, as she wriggled the button up shirt off her arms and placed it into her locker. “I’m fine.” she said, just like she told him outside earlier.

Buck reached the line of lockers she was standing in front of. “You don’t look fine to me.” he answered as he crossed his arms and leaned his left shoulder against the lockers. “You took a hit in there.” he continued but it didn’t make (Y/n) turn around or glance over her shoulder at all.

She pulled the elastic from her hair, her small bun wasn’t as tight as it used to be a few hours ago. “It’s a bruise Buck.” she said unconcerned as she grabbed the hair on her head in one hand and had the elastic ready on her other hand. But the ache she felt in her ribs told her otherwise. “I’ll live.”

(Y/) finished making her bun as she used some bobby pins to keep it into its place. The hum of the overhead lights filled the silence that was now taking over the room. Buck tilted his head slightly, as he watched her finishing her hair.

“You know…” he started slowly, “you’ve been snapping at me a lot lately.” he continued as he kept his distance. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked him as she checked her hair.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Buck told her, sounding more serious now. “Every time I open my mouth, you’re on me like it’s your job. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you hate me.”

(Y/n) sighed and turned on her heels to face him, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t hate you, Buck.” she told him. “Then what is it?” Buck pushed himself off the lockers he was leaning on with his shoulder and stepped closer, searching her face. “Because it’s not just me being reckless, is it?”

And just when he asked that question, she looked away while pressing her lips into a thin line. “It doesn’t matter.” she said.

There was clearly something that she was hiding from him. Something sensitive that she pushed away. “It does to me,” Buck replied softly. She turns away from him facing her locker again. But Buck didn’t intend to leave before he knew the story behind her behavior. “Come on, talk to me.” he said, his eyes desperate for an explanation. He tried to search eye contact through the mirror she was standing in front of.

She brushed her fingers over her t-shirt where her bruises were, and let out a shaky breath. “You really want to know?” she asked, as she found him looking at her through the mirror.

Buck nodded.

She stared at her own reflection as she spoke. She didn’t have the courage to look him directly in the eyes as she told her story. She had the courage to do lots of things: running into burning buildings, collapsing buildings, helping strangers. But telling this story, she just couldn’t. “I lost a colleague on the job once. ” she started.

“Well.. not just my colleague. He was my best friend.” she continued.

Buck’s expression shifted as his arms fell to his sides. “What happened?” he asked her.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze in the mirror as her eyes fell down to her hands. “It was a structure fire, kind of like our first call together. He was just as reckless as you, always throwing himself into the fire first. It went well most of the time. Only that time… he didn’t make it out.” Her voice was on the edge of breaking down. But she needed to finish the story.

(Y/n)’s voice was quieter now, more fragile than he’d ever heard it. It was like he was suddenly listening to a little girl.

“He was the person who always had my back,” she continued, still staring at her fingers as she picked her skin. “But I couldn’t save him. I had to hold the line while the fire got worse. I had to stand there, knowing he wasn’t coming out. And then I had to look his family in the eye and tell them…” Her voice broke, and she quickly wiped a hand over her face, trying to collect herself. “It doesn’t matter how many times people tell you it wasn’t your fault. You still carry it with you.”

Buck stepped closer, his voice soft but steady. “(Y/n)… I’m so sorry.” He placed his hand onto her shoulder, carefully, not wanting to spook her.

For a moment, there was another silence. It was there but it wasn’t awkward at all. It was a vulnerable moment.

Finally, Buck let out a soft breath as he disconnected his hand from her shoulder and sank down onto the bench nearby. “You’re not the only one carrying ghosts, you know,” he admitted.

(Y/n) glanced to her side, looking at Buck who was sitting on the bench.

Buck’s gaze dropped to his feet. “A few years ago, there was this guy, Devon. He was on a rollercoaster when the lap bar just opened up and his best friend got ejected.” He paused, as he remembered the moment like it was yesterday. “The rollercoaster was hanging in the middle of the loop, upside down when we arrived. Devon was hanging onto it with his life. I got to him in time, but he refused to grab my hand..” Buck swallowed hard, his voice rougher now. “I told him I got him,but he just let go before even trying.”

(Y/n)’s expression softened and she folded her arms over each other as Buck continued his story.

“If he just reached out to my hand, I could’ve saved him.” Buck said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And for the longest time, I kept thinking—if I’d just been faster, if I’d gotten there a minute sooner, maybe he’d have grabbed my hand.” He looked up at (Y/n), his eyes searching hers. “He was the first person I had lost on the job. That kind of guilt? It doesn’t go away.”

(Y/n) sat down on the bench beside him, her voice quiet. “No, it doesn’t.”

Buck gave a faint nod, his lips twitching into a small, sad smile. “So when you yell at me for being reckless, I get it. I know what it’s like to lose someone. I’ve been there, too.”

She stared at him for a moment, the wall she’d built between them beginning to crack. “So that’s why you jump first without thinking… Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Buck shrugged his shoulders as a faint laugh fell from his lips. “Didn’t think it mattered. I’m usually the one driving everyone crazy, not the other way around.”

(Y/n) let out a soft huff of laughter despite herself, shaking her head. “You are insane, you know that?” Buck grinned, the first real smile she’d seen from him all day. “Yeah it’s not like you told me about twenty times earlier, but you keep me on my toes.” he admitted.

She rolled her eyes at his words, but there was no bite to it this time. They sat there for a moment. Buck’s gaze flicked to her ribs again. “Let me see.” he told her.

A confused expression appeared on her face, “What?” she asked. “The bruises” he said as he motioned his head to her side. “Can I take a look?” he then asked, more politely instead of a command.

(Y/n) hesitated for a second, but with a sigh, she lifted her shirt slightly. Buck winced as he saw the deep bruising. “Damn, (Y/n), that’s bad.” he concluded as he finally saw the wound from up close now.

“I’m pretty sure I'll live” she muttered. “You’re tougher than you look,” Buck said softly, when his eyes wandered from her wound back to her face. “Don’t you forget it,” she replied, her voice quieter now.

There was another silence, but it wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t filled with annoyance, awkwardness, or anger. Something shifted.

Her eyes were lingering on his face for a second, but before she could say more, Buck’s lips crashed into hers. His lips brushed first a bit roughly against hers, but became softer as his lips landed on hers. The kiss was gentle, a bit hesitant, but most of all: it caught her completely off guard.

(Y/n) froze for a second, making her hand press against his shoulder. But eventually she leaned into him as she let herself feel the moment. His hand moved up to her cheek as he brushed his thumb lightly over the skin as her hand that was on his shoulder moved to grab the short strands of hair on the back of his head.

They both pulled back, Buck searched her face nervously. Did he get the signs correct? “You okay?” he asked, a bit out of breath.

The confused and surprised look that had washed over (Y/n)’s face remained as he asked the question. But quickly merged into a faint smirk as she shook her head. “You’re lucky I didn’t hit you.” she said, laughing. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” Buck teased her, his voice soft as he brushed his thumb over her cheek one more time.

“You’re such an idiot.” she said, as she moved her hand from his neck down to his shirt again. She grabbed a fist full of his button up shirt, and pulled him closer again.

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poeticblissme · 2 days ago

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I will be as honest as possible when I answer this because I truly know and understand your struggle, and I want to be as transparent with my thoughts and feelings on this to properly try my best to help you see a different perspective so bare with me it may be a bit wordy.

I have spent a good amount of my life wishing I could do things in the entertainment industry. I have memorized countless movies since I was 8, even before that really. My whole heart is into doing things like acting, it’s been a Dream of mine to be on movies and stages. However, it has been countless dead ends for me. I would fall off because I felt like it was never going anywhere, that and I am constantly stuck doing jobs and things I absolutely detest, knowing where my heart is at. But I also felt unworthy, I felt like there are others who are clearly better than me, that I had no real space to even try it because of everything else never worked out for me? Why would something I actually enjoy and want to do for the rest of my life work out.

Over the years, I feel into deep stages of sadness and bitterness because I saw others succeed, I have seen people who have done less receive more and I had a fear that if I try, it was just bound to fail. My family have talents, and the one I love I don’t even feel I’m fully good at because I’ve seen how others do so much better. I can’t do much, I don’t and can’t do what I see everyone else can. I looked at myself as ordinary and unimportant. So I stopped trying. I stopped looking. I wanted to give up entirely because feeling empty was better than facing this crippling mindset that made it hard to breathe.

However, around 2020, when the pandemic came around, I got more into spirituality. And through those months of me finding myself again, I started taken small intricate steps to try and change this mindset. It was so hard, the amount of self accountability I had to learn for what I love and what I let my mind control in terms of outward action was difficult, but I can tell you what I have learned and I hope this gives you a piece of hope or motivation to take these steps even with your fear.

As a human being, it is natural to be afraid to do something you feel in your heart is good for you. Be it a passion, a relationship, or anything that forces you to step out of your comfort zone to do something you never imaged for yourself before. You will not know what you are doing sometimes but that is apart of the journey, you don’t know what your doing until you have done it enough times that you finally do know what to do and integrate that into your life slowly but surely. The point is to put in the effort anyway because you have that feeling that it is something that will make you happy. Trying is the reassurance to your soul.

The feeling of being stuck is your survival and comfort mindset trying to keep you where you think you are safe. If this is something you feel you want to pursue, then you have to force yourself to propel yourself forward, you have to work with that fear, make mistakes, ask the questions, do the research, experience the experience of the unknown fully, otherwise you will live with the regret of what could have been.

I have done so much since I started this little journey of mine. I have done things I never imaged myself doing, and now I am in a place where I do still yearn for more, but I am also in a state of gratitude because I have gone so much father than I thought I would when I had stopped trying completely. I am not fully in the place I want to be, but the places I have been are motivation for me to keep trying because I know that it is indeed possible somehow someway. The things I didn’t know, now I do. The things I still don’t know scare me, but I am doing my best to open to the unknown and let it make me better and stronger so that when (Yes not if, when) the next pieces of my dream come to me, I will be even more ready than I was the day before.

All of this to say, Please. Please chase that dream of publishing your book. Even if you feel afraid, take your hand and slowly guide your feet toward the shore line. Dip your toes in slowly and learn how the water feels, step on a shell every now and again, take the pain and confusion and learn from it so when you step on it again it does not hurt as much, and then you will learn how to avoid the shell completely. Before you know it, you will have completely submerged yourself in the waters you were afraid to go into, and your life will fill that much more full because you took those steps you were once afraid to take. 🤍🖤

I’m gonna confess something here, gonna get real raw with it.

But I think, no I know, I am terrified of trying.

I so desperately want to publish a novel, multiple even. I have them in the bag. But I am so scared of moving forward even an inch.

I have been writing since I was ten, I have been doing these monster stories since 2017.

And I have gone nowhere.

I am so frightened of the next steps. I believe if I don’t know what I’m doing I can’t do anything.

I’ve been working this out in therapy but like…I do feel stuck. I’ve imbedded myself so much here and in comfort I don’t know what to do.

What do I do? How do I publish? Who do I ask?

Is it me? Do I have to do this now?

I wanted to say this, in hopes putting it out there I can pull myself out of the complacent pit I’ve made and move along. But yeah, I’m terrified and I really have no clue what to do. Everyone else who is publishing seems so far ahead and they know everything. But, maybe that’s also an excuse for myself I need to face.

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unknownperson246 · 2 days ago

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a/n: can you write modern izzy x reader where the reader is a guitarist and she's playing a small venue with her band and izzy is there with a friend, her playing reminds him of the good old days (the 80s) and he decides to hang around after the show and talk to her.. he's super interested because she's young and she got the 80s sounding just right

Hiii babes so so sorry it’s late but I hope you love itttt ❤️❤️

Modern Izzy Stradlin: The Glances:

Words: 645

Warnings: *slight smut*

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You were playing to a small crowd. The audience was just about fifty people and you could see everyone and everything so clearly. While you were playing you found this handsome tall man with a chiseled face and brown hair covered by a hat staring at you.

“No, he can’t be staring at me. To be fair everyone in the crowd is staring at us.” You said to yourself.

You started blushing because you were attracted to this mysterious man. He looked like he was fascinated by you playing guitar. His eyes just had a mesmerizing glance towards you. You had to admit it was just a tad bit creepy but he looked like he was stuck in his thoughts.

Maybe he was remembering old times. He was there next to a man. You recognized that man's friend. He had fiery red hair and clear pale skin. His hair was set in cornrows. You were plucking on your guitar and you were playing away. It was your music and it was inspired by the 80s glam era.

After the show, your whole band was exhausted. Their eyeliner smudged and was droopy from the sweat that made their skin glisten. You all looked like you were crying on stage when the cameras recorded your rosy face. The man in the suit unexpectedly came over with his friend. They were probably just admirers you thought to yourself.

“Hi,” the tall man said.

“Hi,” you gave him a small nod and a small smile. You were a bit skeptical.

The tall man looked even more handsome when he was closer to the eye.

“My name is Izzy.” That’s all he said.

His friend who had fiery red hair also introduced himself.

“I’m Axl,” he said with a grin.

“Holy shit you're from Guns N’ Roses” one of your band mates blurted.

Izzy and Axl seemed surprised that they got noticed at a small venue you were playing at. Izzy and Axl signed your bandmate some autographs. While Axl decided to talk to all of your band mates you and Izzy were sitting on the couch as the introverted quiet people you were.

“So uh” Izzy started to speak.

You looked over at him and locked your eyes with his hazel eyes.

“I saw how you were playing your guitar up there. Every band I’ve heard hasn’t gotten the 80s sound right. You on the other hand are amazing. You have a true 80s sound to you.” Izzy looked over to your face. You could tell he was shy.

You started to blush.

“Well thank you I appreciate the compliment.” You started to look down because you were getting nervous.

“All the young people I’ve seen can’t get it right. You know how to play” Izzy complimented your sound again.

He looked like he was into you. He didn’t seem talkative around his friend Axl. You got on his lap straddling him.

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.” You lightly nipped at his ear.

Izzy held onto your hips. You were careful about everyone paying attention to something else. You were shy about having sex in public and this was your first time attempting it with a rockstar who has seen unimaginable things. As soon as Axl finished talking to your band mates he came over to Izzy. You got off of his lap. You were panicked and scared so you got back on your spot on the couch and pretended you and Izzy were still talking.

“Did I miss something?” Axl said, smirking.

“You missed nothing.” You said quietly pretending to play with your hair.

As soon as everyone looked away Izzy whispered sweet words into your ear.

“Maybe next time sweetheart.” He winked at you and got up to get his guitar.

He went to the rest of the group so he could jam with everyone.

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heaven-s-black-box · 2 days ago

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Head Down- Jing Yuan x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: January 6th, 2025

Description: Hi I was just watching the first episode of the apothecary diaries and I had an idea, what if the reader was in a similar situation with Jing Yuan

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I took the whole, trying to keep to yourself but wanting to help and getting dragged in to stuff, aspect. Hope that's good enough.

Word count: 1 371

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Survival is predicated on keeping your head down; at least that’s what Y/n has been taught.

It was how she’d made it through life so far, working hard through school and never going above and beyond, finding a quiet career as a waitress at the Sleepless Earl. Even her hobbies were fairly mundane.

Y/n stood in the kitchen, hugging her tray to her chest and watching the water boil as she made a new pot of tea for one of her tables. The door to the shop opened and closed, and there were heavy footsteps on the polished wooden floor. Her lips curled into a barely noticeable frown.

Cloud Knights rarely entered the shop, it was inconvenient in case they were called off for an emergency. Only once or twice had Cloud Knights come in, still armored, right after a shift.

She waited with baited breath for the footsteps to pass, to find a table inside, but luck was not on her side today.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” Y/n looked up from the water. “Can we speak with Ms. Mengming?”

“Ms. Mengming isn’t here today, but she left me in charge.” Unfortunately. “How can I help you?”

The Knights looked at eachother, having a silent conversation, and then addressed her again.

“Is there a way we can contact Ms.Mengming?”

“I can get you her number,” Y/n offered, not bothering to probe.

They agreed, and Y/n excused herself to the back; coming back with Mengming’s contact information scribbled on a note. Surely she would understand that Y/n had to interrupt her day off, though she did feel a little bad.

The Cloud Knights left, and Y/n assumed that would be the end of it.

It was not.

A week later Y/n showed up for her morning shift and was immediately met with a gossip circle in the break room.

“Y/n!” One of her co-workers called her over.

“What’s up?”

“What did the Cloud Knights want the other day?”

Y/n shrugged, putting her stuff in her locker. “They were looking for Mengming, I didn’t ask why.”

“That’s Y/n for you,” someone else commented, he was new so Y/n didn’t take it to heart.

Most of her co-workers appreciated her behavior, because she’d definitely caught them doing things they technically shouldn’t and she’d also gone above and beyond without credit to lessen their workloads. Because technically, one could live with their head down as long as they never got caught doing more than the bare minimum.

“Well the Cloud Knights are back, and they’re interviewing everyone individually.”

“I think I saw the General here too.”

“Why would the General be here?”

“Must be serious if he is.”

“Great,” Y/n mumbled.

Y/n was the first interviewed.

She’s barely started the first batch of snacks when Mengming called her into her office. The foxian bid her good morning with a reassuring smile and held the door open for her.

Even before stepping in, Y/n took note of the room. The only person in the room was, surprisingly, General Jing Yuan. Outside the door were two Cloud Knights on either side, and Mengming who excused herself to go help the rest of the staff.

Y/n nodded politely at the Cloud Knights before stepping into the office. The Cloud Knights closed the door behind her, and she stopped to stand behind the chair across from the General.

“General, is there anything I can help you with today?”

This was not the first time they’d met; Jing Yuan was a fan of the Sleepless Earl, and Y/n had been working here for quite a while.

“Please, sit.” Y/n did as she was told, crossing her hands in her lap. “Apologies for interrupting your day.”

“It’s alright, I’m sure the matter must be important if you’re here yourself.”

Jing Yuan laughed. “Always straight to the point.” The General leaned forward, lacing his hands on the desk. “Have you noticed any of your co-workers acting suspicious lately?”

“No.” Y/n bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from wincing, she’d answered too fast. “I mean, I don’t really pay attention to know what’s suspicious and what’s not.”

The General raised a brow, scrutinizing her lie.

You see, Jing Yuan is very perceptive. He has to be. He also likes to think he knows Y/n pretty well, so he does know that she definitely pays attention to the things going on around her. It’s very hard to pass unnoticed when you don’t know what the norm is.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two pieces of paper. One, a receipt from the Sleepless Earl with a note scribbled on it. She doesn’t need to read it, or see the second paper, to know what he’s getting at. The second paper, which she glances at anyway to confirm her suspicions, is a note.

Side by side, she wants to kick herself.

It is very clearly her handwriting both times, rushed but legible.

“If you have a tip what’s with the interviews? Surely the Cloud Knights can investigate on their own.”

“How did you figure it out?”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“A bit of an abuse of power, no? You’re disrupting our business for your own curiosity.”

“You wouldn’t have answered me otherwise, now, the sooner you answer the sooner we leave.”

Y/n sighed, setting her hands on the desk and leaning in.

“She’d unpacked a shipment of tea and ‘thrown out’ the shipment box saying it was damaged. Unfortunately for her, I’d already checked the shipment and knew it wasn’t damaged.”

“So you investigated.”

“No. What do you take me for, a PI? It was one box and I’d scratched off the approval seal, I do that with all our shipments. But she didn’t want it to get something past inspections, did she?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

Y/n sat back, dragging her hands along the desk. It shouldn’t matter that Jing Yuan couldn’t tell her, she was already more involved than she liked to be. Survival was predicated on keeping your head down, and not getting involved with dangerous people– and anyone could be dangerous.

But, Y/n wasn’t the type to let injustices she could stop pass her by. That was why she was here, wasn’t it? Because she couldn’t keep to herself like her parents taught her to.

That was why she had packed that stupid note in Jing Yuan’s order of tea cakes to go.

“Is that all then?”

Jing Yuan nodded. “You’re free to go.”

She stood up, bowed politely, and left.

Her co-workers practically swarmed her, asking what to expect and what it was about. They were silenced when the office door opened again and Jing Yuan stepped out. He apologized to them for disrupting their day, and then Mengming escorted him and the Cloud Knights out.

Y/n watched them until the door to the shop closed.

The next day, one of her co-workers was arrested for the trafficking of illicit substances on the Luofu. Y/n had been half right, it didn’t matter that the boxes no longer had inspection seals because they were only being used to hold and move the substances within the Luofu. She’d had a feeling it involved illicit substances, she hadn’t mentioned anything to Jing Yuan but there had been more to her tip than just the boxes.

Since she was using empty tea boxes, she would keep some of her wares around the Sleepless Earl. Y/n had taken great care to keep anyone else from finding out; it would be too much of a hassle. The Sleepless Earl would have to close during the investigation and everyone who worked here would be implicated. It would do more harm than good to report her.

As Y/n watched the news, her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number.

Unknown 8:16 AM I think we work well together I hope you’ll keep me updated in the future It’s a lot of effort to pull a stunt like yesterday, and it’s counter to your motto I do believe

#researcher s's recovery #honkai star rail #honkai star rail jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #x reader #female reader #oneshot #hsr oneshot

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rainb0ws-h4t · 2 days ago

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Imagine

You are a popular freelancer who goes to the same school as Ruby and Aqua. You did all sorts of gigs; modelling, acting, and even concerts once in a while if you were invited. For some reason, you just couldn't settle to an agency, no matter how many offers you've been given. You much preferred having the freedom to choose your jobs. Plus, you were a recognizable face, so you were a popular choice whenever some business needed to promote a product, so you didn't have a problem when it came to looking for a job.

It wasn't until you became friends with Ruby and heard from him that Ichigo Agency was looking for more girls to be apart of a new upcoming girl group called: B-Komachi. You heard from her that it was only her and Kana Arima for now.

You didn't think much of the group she mentioned. Until she suddenly approached you after class and tried recruiting you into the group.

"I really think that you'd be a great addition to the group and.. I hope you can consider my offer!" She stammered, her eyes glowing with passion. The stars in her eyes made you think of the late idol from over a decade ago...

"...I'll consider it." You responded, and she skipped away happily.

You honestly thought you'd take over a month to decide, but it actually only took you a few days before you went up to Ruby and spoke, "I want to join B-Komachi."

Fast forward until Mem-cho finally joins the group and her secret has been revealed to everyone. All you guys have ever done was just practice the old songs from the original B-Komachi. It was really tiring... Especially with Ruby and Mem-cho's persistence to learn every single song.

That was the time that you made friends with Kana. You two shared small conversations on how the two girls in front of you were too upbeat and energetic for their own good.

You and Aqua never did get along all too well. Your relationship stayed acquaintances for a while until he offered to help tutor you on a subject you were struggling with. You guys weren't the closest but you two did exchange friendly gestures to each other and sometimes sat together during lunch.

[main plot]

It was the day of Japan's idol festival.

Everyone performed really well and it was now time to go home. As you arrived at the apartment of Ruby and Aqua, you and the others quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the days earlier activities.

Miyako was just about to do the same when she received a peculiar notification from her phone. At first, she didn't plan on opening it, figuring that she could just open it tomorrow when she's fully rested.

Night Raven College

Those three words perked her interest almost immediately.

Hesitantly, she grabbed her phone from her end table and clicked on the notification.

From: DIRE CROWLEY, HEADMAGE OF NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE To: ICHIGO PRODUCTION

Good evening, Ichigo Production!

Apologies for the late email! We hope we are not disturbing you!

Earlier this evening, I, the headmage of Night Raven College, had witnessed the performance of your girl group B-Komachi! I was simply amazed at the spectacular and heartfelt show that they had put on. Out of all the girl groups I have watched from this day, B-Komachi is the only one that has caught my eye!

I am personally extending an invite for B-Komachi to perform at Night Raven College for the Song Dance Competition as a special guest! How truly generous I am! I will be giving your girls a chance to grow in popularity and confidence, especially since the Song and Dance Competition has students from both Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy!

Please respond at your latest, the Song and Dance Competition is only 2 weeks away! For more details, please inquire!

Miyako processed the information on the screen, "Why is a headmage at an Idol Festival anyway..?" Miyako muttered to herself before shutting her device off. She places her phone back on the solid surface before laying comfortably on her bed. "Night Raven College?.. I never heard of it." She whispers before falling into a deep slumber.

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"WHAT?! WE'RE PERFORMING AT A COLLEGE?!"

Miyako's peaceful slumber was then disturbed by shouts from the living room. She sat up and rubbed her eyes and stole a glance at the clock on her table.

"Ah.. I overslept." She stood up from her bed and fixed herself a little bit before heading downstairs.

"What's with the fuss so early in the morning?" Miyako yawned as she entered the living room to see a few shocked and surprised faces, even Aqua showed a visible reaction.

"You never told us we were going to perform at a college!" Ruby pointed a accusatory finger at Miyako.

"Im still exhausted from last night..." Mem-cho sighed, sinking into the couch.

"What are- Oh." Miyako's memories of last night came back in a flash. 'Oh, right. That email..'

"How did you guys find out..?" She asked.

"I'm logged into Ichigo Production's work email." Aqua stated.

"It's two weeks away?" You stared at the laptop's screen intently. "I still have an offer from the Tokyo blade too..."

"Me too!" Kana adds.

"I haven't responded yet, but if you don't want to perform then I can simply decline." She says softly.

"Wait! We didn't say we would decline!" Ruby interrupts.

"You're seriously considering it?" Aqua turns his head to look at his sister.

"Well, think about it! There's gonna be a lot of people, and you guys will be busy with Tokyo Blade! We can have one last performance before you are all busy." She explains.

"I guess..." Kana looks off to the side.

"I'm not against it or anything, but..." You trail off, "Do we even know a Night Raven College around here?"

Everyone's response was silence as no one had a definite answer.

"Err... I'll try emailing them for more details. Just give me an answer when you are all ready." They all nodded.

"I can send an email right now." Aqua offers.

"Sure."

Aqua typed away on the laptop as everyone else dispersed. An hour later, Aqua notified everyone that he received a response.

"The location is a 2 hour drive away and they're willing to provide a place to practice. They also mentioned something about wearing a cloak when you enter the campus as to not alarm anyone about our presence." Aqua shows the response email to the rest of us.

"I searched up Night Raven College on my phone and not much information popped up, but it is a college though." Mem-cho says.

"Let's do it guys!" Ruby bounced into the room excitedly.

"Where does she get the energy?" You sighed. "But I guess one more show can't hurt."

"They have a festival too that lasts for a few days. Only thing is that our presence in required in the first two days, it's our choice if we want to stay on the last days of the festival."

"Well, are you all up for it?" Miyako turns to us.

"Just make sure this is the last show for this month." Kana says, earning a nod from Miyako.

"My stream schedules are inconsistent anyway.. plus, I'd love to gain more fans!" Mem-cho giggled.

"Tell me there's a comfortable place to rest though.." you added.

"I'll check out the hotels around the area for that." Miyako pulls out her phone from her pocket.

"We're doing it!" Ruby pumps a fist excitedly.

"It's still two weeks away, no need to be so excited." You ruffle her hair.

"We also just finished a show yesterday too, y'know?" Mem-cho plops on to the couch beside Aqua.

"Aqua, can you write another email back to them?" Miyako asks as Aqua complys with her request.

In less than 30 minutes, Aqua receives a response email from the headmage once again.

"Wow, the headmage must really want us to perform if he responds that quickly." Kana crosses her arms.

"I guess that means more practice for us, huh?" You say to no one in particular.

"Can you guys show a little bit of enthusiasm?" Ruby turns to you and Kana.

Aqua explains the rest of the details before everyone agrees on practicing tomorrow. The following days are a blur. Just kept practicing the songs over and over again before finally perfecting it. It was already great before, but you guys made a few changes to the choreography.

Finally, the day has come where you all have to go to the location.

Needless to say, you just slept through the entire ride while the others did their own thing. Aqua came along as well, after hearing that this was an all boys academy. He claimed it was because he didn't want his sister to go there alone.

There were only 2 days left before the festival. You guys went early because the emails said so. It was probably because they could let us practice on the big stage first.

After you all unpacked in the hotel, you all made your way to the school gates with a black cloak covering you all.

"Is this seriously needed? What if someone mistakes us for kidnappers?" Kana complains.

"It's to hide our identity. It would ruin the surprise after all!" Mem-cho didn't seemed phased with our identities being concealed.

"I have to meet with the headmage. You guys go to the agreed location." Miyako walked through the main path of the school, which had big statues on the side. Creepy...

After walking for a few more minutes, you guys spot a run down building in the distance."Is that... Is that where we need to go?" You pointed.

"Probably." Kana says, walking close behind you.

Ruby runs Infront of all of you, "Then let's not waste any time then!" She skips towards the suspicious building. "Excuse me!" She knocks on the door eagerly.

"Ruby! You can't just be so disruptive! You gotta do it like this." Mem-cho goes Infront of her and before her index finger could reach the door, the door already opened revealing a white haired boy. "Uh, nevermind.." She scratched her head awkwardly before Ruby went Infront of her.

"Hello! We're-"

"B-Komachi, right?" The boy who answered the door interrupts. "Ah, sorry.. I heard a lot about you guys, and I was really excited to meet you all. " He smiled sheepishly before letting us in.

"We're excited to perform here too!" Ruby returned his smile with a much brighter one.

"Hey, everyone! They've arrived!" He yelled, his voice echoing through the wooden house. Two males were already present in the living room, they turned their heads to look at your guy's direction. "I'm Kalim Al-asim by the way." He extended a hand towards us all as everyone took turns shaking his hand.

"Really? Wait! My hair still looks like a mess!" A figure of a girl ran upstairs, followed by a tall blonde male.

"I must look my best whenever I'm met with guests."

"Oh! Please make yourself comfortable in the lounge!" He guided us towards the area of the lounge.

"Glad we're not staying for the time being.." Kana whispers.

"Hey, be nice." You elbowed her gently.

"I'm just saying, I'm not insulting it."

"Well, it's best we get used to it. It's only for a short period of time." Aqua blankly adds.

The two males moved closer to each other to make space for all five of us. Kalim sat down beside you, making eye contact with you while sending you a sincere grin.

"You're B-Komachi, right?" The ginger male, who was sitting in he lounge before you guys did, asked.

"Yep! That's us!" Mem-cho proudly announced.

"We hope you have a good time here." The dark blue haired male beside him said.

"I'm Deuce Spade."

"I'm Ace Trappola! I hope that now that you guys are here Vil can finally calm down a little." He grinned which earned a smack from Deuce.

"He might hear you, moron."

"We're glad to be here too." You said, trying to be active in the conversation.

"By the way, what's with the cloaks..?" Kalim asked, fiddling with the hood of your cloak

"The headmage specifically requested that we wear cloaks upon entering the school to avoid anyone seeing us." Aqua explained.

"Ah! Can't ruin the surprise, am I right?" The boy beside chuckled, he seemed to be quite the sunshine.

"Uh.. Where are the others if you don't mind me asking?" You asked.

"They should be down right about now. I'll go check on them." Ace stood up, with Deuce following suite.

"Guess that leaves just me here." Kalim said as he glanced at your direction again.

You observed the others and noticed Mem-cho typing away in her phone at rapid speed.

"Kalim.. al.. Asim..." She mumbled. Kalim stared at her curiously. "ASIM?!" She suddenly shouts.

"Keep your voice down! This isn't our house!" Kana scolds as she peeks at Mem-cho's phone. "You're googling him while you're right in front of him? That's seriously dystopian." She looks at her unamused.

"Y-youre like really rich!" She says, looking at Kalim.

"That's not how you talk to someone you just met." You crossed your arms as you glared at Mem-cho.

"Sorry! I just freaked out that's all!""Am I really that rich?" He mutters innocently to himself.

Sounds of multiple footsteps could be heard approaching the lounge. A few bits of chatter was in earshot as well.

"That must be them!"

Many faces came into view, one seemed more interesting than the other as they all came into view. They all took a seat as the tall blonde man took the lead with the conversation.

"Good morning. You must be B-Komachi, correct?"

You all nodded in response.

"Well, I am Vil Schoenheit. It is truly a pleasure to be working with you all." He smiles. This man was honestly so gorgeous. He had silky blonde hair that faded into a purple and amethyst-like eyes.

"It's a pleasure to be working with you too!" Ruby grins in return. "I'm Hoshino Ruby. Nice to meet you all." She glances at everyone in the room, except for the people she already knew. She then nudged her brother, who didn't really seem to care about the conversation, but gave a polite facade anyway.

"Good morning, I'm Hoshino Aquamarine, but I prefer being called Aqua."

"That's one hell of a name..." Ace mumbles as he earns a smack from Deuce again.

"Uh.. are you apart of the group.?" Deuce asks, wondering why a man was with us of we were a girls group.

"No. I simply supervise them." He responds professionally.

"Okay, so I'm Mem-cho! I'm excited to start working with you all, even if it is for a few days only..."

"My name is Arima Kana. I hope we can all get along."

"Oh, I'm _____ _____. I'm thrilled to be working with everyone. The headmage mentioned you guys through his emails."

"Well, we are the ones who will be competing against RSA for the SDC." A dark brown haired man says.

"Spudling one. Hurry up and introduce yourself." Vil commanded.

"Again? I'm Ace Trappola." He sighed, he seemed to not gt along with Vil.

"W-well, uh, I'm Deuce Spade. It's nice meeting you... Again."

"I'm Kalim Al-asim! Though you already know that." He grinned cheekily.

"My name is Jamil Viper."

"Good morning... I-Im Epel Felmier. I hope we can all get along and work together in harmony.." You noticed something odd about him. As if he was practically forced into saying that.

"Why it is a pleasure to finally meet you all in person after the headmage spoke so fondly over your performance! I am Rook Hunt."

The person from before looked around before realizing, "Oh right, I'm next! I'm Yuu! It's great to see you guys!"

You didn't really pay attention to anything after that. You honestly felt uncomfortable with how you felt like you were being watched, but whenever you looked around, no one seemed to be doing anything suspicious. Until a few minutes later, Vil announced that we would start rehearsing now.

We were handed a schedule and since we were a special guest, we were performing after all teams were finished with their own shows.

"Do you... Do you guys feel like you're being stared at?" You asked, hesitantly.

"No? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Ruby asks worriedly.

"It's probably just the nerves. Maybe after practice, it'll go away?" Mem-cho suggested.You only nodded, not wanting to dwell on that feeling any longer. The four of you all practiced the songs from before. It was honestly easy, but Vil made some tweaks that he thought would be better. Aqua just watched from the corner, a book in hand.

Hours passed and you were all exhausted. You flopped on the ground and noticed a water bottle that you swore wasn't there before, but whatever. You're thirsty as hell anyway.

The next day, you were all scheduled to practice at the stage, which was located in a like coliseum. The stage itself was big and you were intimidated with how many seats there were.

Rehearsals went smoothly, but you were more intimidated for what was to come on the actual festival. You were used to crowds, but you never performed on a stage with a large, large, large crowd before.. Geez, you were popular but not THAT popular...You all practiced until your bones gave out. Now, standing before you is the stage that you were all gonna be on in a few more minutes. Vil and the others, along with that Neige person had finished performing and now the announcements for the special guests were now happening.

"Ugh, I know I said I was ready to face the crowd, but now seeing all the seats that are filled just makes me..." Ruby says, sweating.

"Stop sweating. You'll ruin your makeup." Kana says, dabbing a handkerchief carefully on her forehead.

"I think I forgot my lines..." Mem-cho stared at the crowd behind the curtains blankly.

"Don't be so dramatic guys! Just dance like how we did back in the Idol Festival!" You tried lightening the mood.

"I guess... But there's just so many people." Ruby complain"

"You were practically made for the stage, Ruby. You got this." You cheered.

Kana sighs, "just don't let any eyes get the better of you. You all will do good.."

"Awh, Kana's growing a soft spot!" Mem-cho teased.

"Don't make me take that back."

"B-Komachi, you're on in 5." One of the staff said.

You all nodded as you got into position.

Remember, smile brightly for everyone to see...

"For our special guests that we know you've all been waiting for! Give it up for the girl group, B-KOMACHI!"

An applause rang out through out the coliseum as the music started. You all danced your heat out, trying to give the best performance you can for everyone.

Until that feeling again...This isn't like being admired or just someone staring, it really feels like someone is boring into your being. As if they're trying to consumer you with their gaze alone. You pushed that thought away though, trying to focus on the performance. After all, if you danced emotionless, no one would be looking at you.

Even after your performance ended, that feeling still didn't go away. Just what is causing this feeling?!

You sighed, walking into the dressing room with a water bottle, not noticing the pair of eyes that solely focused on your figure.

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Ps: this is rushed and irs a rough idea

#twisted wonderland #oshi no ko #Twtwst #twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #Twisted Wonderland x reader #oshi no ko x reader #aqua x reader #ruby x reader #Kana #x reader #i need help lol

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ionomycin · 1 year ago

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2023 favorites

#artists on tumblr #so colorful this year #the first pieces i have planned for 2024 are more horror themed again #doing my best to relax until the new year #i love freelancing but i haven't had a single vacation this year #so trying to actually just... not draw for a few days :')#i always feel guilty when i don't #but no matter how much you love something you need to do other things too #be a person outside of it #even if the algorithms hate that #i hope everyone has a great rest of the year #especially sending strength and good vibes to anyone working customer service over the holidays #been there #i wish a very “step on a lego” for any customer being shitty to you

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rubbesart · 2 years ago

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happy father’s day to the best dads 🥹

#my art #fan art #inuyasha #inukag #mirsan #inu no taisho #izayoi #i can’t believe i drew 3 pieces….. just for father’s day 😳#it started with the inukagmor one and i just kept going 😭#i love all of these…. like they make my heart warm 🥹#anyway now that these are done imma rest my hand and binge some anime… it’s been so long since i’ve watched anything #i hope everyone has a good day ! 🥰

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yingren · 7 days ago

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happy new years fellas leave all the possible bad vibes behind in 2024 and treat yourself to a yummy meal today or tomorrow or whenever you can / feel like it.

#ooc.#i have tried to like all the nye posts ive seen but ive been so in and out of the dash today #so this is me saying happy new years #i hope each and every one of you can go into the new year with a good feeling #even if holidays are not everyones vibe. 2025 is here to bless ya with good vibes and good food and good people.#be kind to yourselves. drink water. sleep and rest. listen to your bodies okay lets avoid walkin head first into a wall together.#a thousand thank yous to everyone that is here and has shown love and interest for ren!#you guys make my stupid lil heart happy alright. he means everything to me and yall make my effort feel so worth it.#posts this soft post when no one is around haha good one east #my gratitude is extended to ALL of you btw no matter if we talked once or twice or every day or not at all (yet)#you guys are all invited to my jan 1st bbq party byob

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gunkbaby · 14 days ago

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merry christmas gunkbabynation! <3

my dad got me morrissey cutout.

#(amount other things)#I will post pictures of the shuu plushie in his Christmas outfit later i think!#Idk whether to post the Christmas gift spread - it always feels like bragging!#Hope everyone has a good day. I don’t really celebrate. I just see my dad and go for a walk with my dog. Then the rest of the day alone :)#Happy Birthday Jesus Christ thanks for taking my sins or whatevs luv u babe xxx #gunk #Christmas gunk #festive #mhm #Third gunkbaby christmas - how joyous an occaision

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deus-ex-mona · 25 days ago

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happy mona solo concert day!!

#SupremelyCute #UnyieldingAngel

I’ll Fanservice You at My Solo Concert♡

mona: A student in her First Year of High School who is also a newbie idol. She is 160cm tall and her foot size is 23.5cm long. She strives to achieve her goal of becoming her ideal “idol”. Although she looks as cute as an angel, according to her self-admission, her true personality may not be the best…?

Hey readers, haven’t you heard? This is the kind of idol mona is!

She’s Cunning! She’s Cute! She’s a Newbie Idol!

Despite her adorable angelic smile, mona can be a little too cunning at times, but, on the contrary, that very contrast is great! She sings, dances, makes speeches, and delivers fanservice to even those who are standing in the very last row, all in the name of expressing her feelings of “love” towards her Monacas (what mona calls her fans) with everything she has... With how utterly adorable she is, you absolutely have to support her!!

mona’s real name is Narumi Mona. Her older sister, Sena, is a famous model. In order to be seen for who she is, rather than just as “Sena’s little sister”, mona keeps their sisterly relation a secret as she carries out her idol activities. Incidentally, her older sister is a hardcore fan of hers.

Supremely Charming mona

~Please Remember These Little Secrets~

#Unyielding

Even at times when she feels crushed by her own ugly feelings and the words from her haters, mona is able to stand back up with the unforgettable love from her fans and family as her support. With how determined and unwilling to lose as she is, having honed her skills through her various lessons, she is now able to take to the stage as the happiest idol in the entire world. That strength of hers is truly dazzling!

#Humane

She wants to receive more recognition. She does not want to lose to anyone else. She envies and resents those who appear to be better than her, and even hates herself for feeling that way… The way she openly embraces that humane side of hers, down to the feelings that are not just sparkly and cute, makes her just so lovable!

#Love

She is generous with her fanservice during her performances. She reads the fan letters she receives over and over again. And she will undoubtedly deliver such an exceptional love from her spot onstage that it will never lose to the feelings of love that she receives from her audience in return. As long as her fans, family, and supporters are around, mona’s love will never waver.

#Proud

Loving idols as much as she does, mona holds her head up high as she strives towards her goal of becoming her ideal “idol”, for the sake of proving herself to the world, and for the sake of the people who love and acknowledge her. mona will definitely be sure to continue to enchant everyone from beneath her spotlight for the foreseeable future.

Natsukawa Shiina Interview

Wanting to Deliver a “Supremely Cunning Fanservice”, Just Like It Says in the Title

Q: Beginning with the release of her album, “Your Supremely Cunning Princess”, 2024 sure has been a spectacular year for mona. Please tell us your thoughts about it.

Natsukawa: We recorded the songs for “Your Supremely Cunning Princess” from April to June, and since most of the tracks were newly recorded, we had to record every single week! Though, around that same time, I had my own solo productions to do, along with works for TrySail, a group that I’m a part of, so I think “I sure got to sing lots of songs this year!” (laughs).

Q: mona’s first solo concert, “#I’ll Fanservice You Supremely Cunningly♡”, will be taking place on the 14th of December. How did you feel when you first heard the news about the concert?

Natsukawa: To tell you the truth, back in May, the president of my agency, as well as some staff who work on projects involving mona, came to watch a stageplay I was in. I was in the middle of recording the album at the time, so I said “I wanna perform onstage as mona, y’know?” while we were chatting with each other. And then, a few months later, I was told “Let’s hold a mona solo concert.”, so my very first thoughts on the concert were “Wow, these incredible guys sure work fast!!”! (laughs)

Q: Please give us a hint as to what you have done to prepare for the solo concert!

Natsukawa: I’ve been singing the songs from her newly released album, “Your Supremely Cunning Princess”, as well as the songs from her previous album, “#Even If It’s Just By Name, Please Remember Me”, a ton! I’ll be thrilled if you look forward to the concert while reminiscing on all of mona’s works up till now!

Q: What do you keep in mind when you’re singing as mona?

Natsukawa: While mona is the definition of a sparkly mainstream idol, at her core, she’s Narumi Mona, a girl who seriously hates to lose. She often lets her true personality shine through in the lyrics of her songs, so I keep her strong competitive spirit, her unwavering heart, and her slightly weak side in mind whenever I sing her songs!

Q: What has left the biggest impression on you during the time that you have portrayed mona up till the present day?

Natsukawa: It has to be how her song “Fansa” is loved by both idols and creators alike, and that many of them have sung covers of it! (laughs) Mona is a girl who loves and looks up to idols, and is even striving to become an idol herself, so the fact that there are so many real-life idols who can relate to her song makes me really happy too!

Q: What do you think mona/Narumi Mona’s charm points are?

Natsukawa: I think her biggest charm point, which applies to both mona and Narumi Mona, is how she never wavers. Regardless of what anyone else may say or think, she’s able to strongly declare “I want to be an idol!” and “I am an idol!”. And even though she seems to be a typical modern girl, she shows off her tenacious side in the most unexpected of situations, which reveals how interesting and promising she truly is!

Q: Lastly, please give a message to the fans who are looking forward to mona’s solo concert, “#I’ll Fanservice You Supremely Cunningly♡”.

Natsukawa: I’m so excited to perform onstage as mona, and to be able to deliver her songs to her Monacas! I’m going to deliver “Supremely Cunning Fanservice” to everyone in the audience, just like it says in the title, so please come to receive it!

A Special Question for the New Year!

Q: The January issue of Animedia also doubles as our New Year’s issue. Which of mona’s songs would you like us to listen to for the first song of the year?

Natsukawa: “No.1”, not just because it’s the first month of the year (laughs). I picked this song as it could motivate us to strive towards our goals of becoming No.1 in the new year! Let’s all “Live our lives to the fullest” this year too!!

#mona for no. 1 idol!!!! lxl w h o-#post is a liiiittle late but~~~~ happy solo concert day mona!!!!!!!#i hope everyone who's going has a good time... mona pls have a world tour so the rest of us can see you too~~~ (impossible dream)#(once again this is not a 1-to-1 tl~~ may edit this in the future bc the grammar's... kinda... y e a h. but that's future me's problem lmao #(at this point im just. waiting. for lxl's inevitable ani.media interview for their concert... i hope it'll be short lol)#(i hope they talk about their dances though bc. l m a o. i want to know what went through their minds when they came up with them)

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