#i started this little project to get some peace in my head but it's stressing me out that i cant think of things lol

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

I am stressed out and sad and even sadder because me stressing out prevents me to think of more stuff that makes me happy so please tell me what little things make you happy

[yandere-sins]

Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.

That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.

Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥

If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:

I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!

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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.

Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar. 

"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod. 

"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."

The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.

Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.

Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!

"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.

"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."

Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.

"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you. 

"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"

"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."

Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?

Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?

Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."

"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head. 

By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.

But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile. 

They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly. 

"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy. 

"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you. 

And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.

"Are you this nice to every customer?"

Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.

"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."

"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."

After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.

Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.

You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink. 

"You're so beautiful when you laugh."

The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.

The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages. 

Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life

Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special

Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous

Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence

Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words

Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special

Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop

Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes

Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means

Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you

Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work

Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax

You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.

By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.

Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home

Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone

Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ

Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.

ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?

> Yes > No

Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you. 

You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.

Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing. 

This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.

Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.

"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"

Your phone pinged.

Achievement unlocked: 

On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route

[deathmetalunicorn1]

good afternoon, or evening…? I was thinking about RoR family x reader that is an absolute darling and seems unable to hurt a fly, until a family argument (you name the reason) starts with several members involved and reader, who is passing by, either slams their hands on a table or simply yells at them to shut up and then goes back to their usual sweet self after whispering a softspoken “I had a bad and your silly dispute was not helping at all. Have a nice day y'all” as if anything happened lmao. Gotta love characters that manage to scare the sh*t out of everyone when they snap!

-The noise in the house was a bit too much for you today, after you arrived home from school. You had dealt with a lot of BS today, between a teacher losing your project that was worth a huge portion of your grade, finding it later while you were walking home, so you had spent all day stressing, a couple of mean girls bumped into you, making you drop your coffee this morning and didn’t apologize (but they failed a test later on after being caught cheating).

-You didn’t get frustrated or angry often, that’s not how you were as a person, you handled anything thrown at you in stride, working hard to overcome anything and everything, willing to help others at the same time- people told you all the time how sweet and kind you were to always so many people while dealing with your own stuff.

-Your family saw you in this light as well, you were always so sweet, you were their precious little Y/N- always greeting them with smiles and hugs and never having a down day.

-You arrived home, hoping to just veg for a while and relax away from the stresses of life, only to be greeted by most of your massive family arguing about something. You thought it was something serious at first, but when you heard it was about which ice cream flavor was the best, you felt a migraine starting to form.

-You hoped that greeting them, telling them you were home would help calm them down, at least with making them stop, and while a few greeted you, they got louder, “You’re full of it Buddha- mango is way better than chocolate!!” Buddha was cracking his knuckles, fully ready to knock some heads in.

-Your eyelid twitched, in slight disbelief that they were being so loud and threatening violence over ice cream of all things.

-You took a deep breath, going to the kitchen to make yourself something hot to drink to calm down. You sipped at the hot latte, letting the hot coffee soothe your soul.

-“SUCK MY DICK YOU BASTARD- ROCKY ROAD IS NOT TRASH!!!”

-You inhaled deeply, setting your mug down before you walked out and into the living room, seeing that several had weapons out, looking like everything was going to go to shit.

-You walked in the middle of everyone, and slammed your hands down on the coffee table, the sound ringing out as everyone went deathly silent as you showed anger for what felt like the first time, “If you’re going to fight, take it outside so those who want to have peace and quiet can have it, okay?”

-Your outburst was rather terrifying, as several of them exchanged terrified looks as you stood up, sighing deeply, hearing the silence before you smiled like normal, thanking them for shutting up and you went back to the kitchen to enjoy the rest of your drink.

-All loud arguments were now taken outside when you were home, not wanting to incur your wrath, mainly because they didn’t know what you were capable of and they didn’t want to ever find out.

[vannies]

malewife..? ft. HSR MEN

synopsis: what if the roles were reversed? you’re hard at work and these men take care of you when you’re home? <3

characters: jing yuan + blade + gepard ☆ gender-neutral reader

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff! | use of pet names ; ex. darling, my love, my everything, dear | possibly ooc but like.. you’re the worker here!

note: idk if anyone has done this yet.. might do this again with hsr powerful women but idk ^_^

w/c: 800+

✧ JING YUAN

the dozing general.

that’s what you were always remembered as. but you couldn’t help it, you just got so bored and tired of all the papers piling up in your office, who wouldn’t fall asleep? the only reason why you always finish your work in the end was so you could go back home to your sweet husband, jing yuan.

today was a particularly difficult day. you were stressed from all the staff begging you to do something about the missing papers for a new project.. but you simply told them it was too annoying! and went straight back home.

“i’m home, my love.”

jing yuan frantically appeared at the doorway, pulling you into a tight hug. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how badly he missed you today and about how he cooked dinner for the both of you. wow..? him..? cooking dinner? must’ve been a miracle.

he put his hands on your shoulders, “how has your day been, dear?” all you could do was sigh and told him how annoyed you were, wishing it was possible to step down from your position.

he listened to every little word you had to say as you ranted and ranted. and as time passed, you slowly started to gather at the table with him. jing yuan sets up the food, bringing in some lovely dishes you didn’t know he could even create with those hands of his. you took your first bite into a promising looking steak. surprisingly, it was so good!

“wow, jing yuan! where did you get this recipe? this just made my day!”

he chuckles, smiling widely as he sees you genuinely enjoy it. giving you a cute kiss on the forehead, he tells you his answer.

“where’d i get it? i got it from youtube, my love.. yanqing showed me the video, telling me i should make it for you.”

✧ BLADE

oh wow. surely, you didn’t expect an outcome like this. a stellaron hunter being caught for two days? how embarrassing. thankfully kafka rescued you in time! but there was just one problem..

your husband, blade, hasn’t gotten a word from you ever since your capture. you worry for him, since kafka told you that she didn’t contact him throughout these 42 agonizing hours. instead of filing your report to your boss like always after a mission is complete, you immediately rush home.

running into your house and screaming from the living room, “blade! blade? i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to get caught like that.. i-“

you could feel it. your lover’s hands slowly sliding to your waist, pulling you into a hug. his hands always fit perfectly. blade buried his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his breath.. slow and steady, as if he wasn’t at all affected by your short departure.

“i know.. i’ve known that this would’ve happened. just be careful next time, i’m just happy you’re okay.” he sighs, somehow pulling you deeper into his body as his lips catch onto yours.

all that you could manage out was a small whisper of his name, tears threatening to swell at your eyes. it’s only been such a short amount of time, but you truly couldn’t live without this man.

he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch, “rest, darling. i can bake a few sweets for you.”

✧ GEPARD

ah.. being captain of the silvermane guards was not an easy task. maintaining peace throughout the entire city everyday..? sign me out.. thankfully gepard landau has always been here to support you, motivating you to continue your work for him. you’re glad, glad to protect this city. but, you are even more glad to protect this precious being.

gepard wipes off the sweat from his forehead, a heavy exhale follows. he turns around and jumps at the sight of you home so early.

“ah! you’re home early.. you still have 2 hours left of your shift!” you tell him it’s alright, and that you just really wanted to see him. “ah.. is that so?” he says, “then you can see the surprise that i’ve prepared today!”

slowly walking to the table, gepard suddenly whips out a book in front of you. “tada!” he exclaims, “it’s full of all of our memories together!”

excitedly, you flip through the pages. ah! it’s when he proposed to you! and oh god, its a lovely family photo of the both of you with serval and lynx.. how sweet. was this all for you?

“i hope you like it..” gepard blushes, and inches his hands near yours. you notice, and grab him, pulling his hands up to cup his own cheeks.

“i love it, you’re my everything. i’m so lucky to come home to you everyday. i promise to work hard!” and with that, you seal that vow with a kiss.

[vitaminseetarot]

March Blessings For You 🍃🐇🍀

Sup y'all, welcome back to another pick a card reading. Rabbit rabbit for everyone as we head into March. Hope you enjoyed a good leap day and are excited to let the winter melt away into spring. I'm looking forward to changing things up around here.

I have finally decided on what my next tarot game will be about this month, so stay tuned within the following week or two. This game will likely not be as extensive as my last one, but it will last longer than my first game so more can join. I'm excited for this one, it'll definitely be more for fun. I'll send out a notice before I start it!

Today's pick a card reading is simply about what kind of blessings will be available for you this month. Here are the three piles to choose:

Pile 1 - Exquisite Emerald Pile 2 - Pure Turquoise Pile 3 - Jade Mountain

Pile 1

Emerald and Milk Thistle, Rescue, Avocado - Prosperity, The In-Between, 13 - Awareness; Knight of Swords, XX Judgement, Ace of Cups, 8 of Swords, 6 of Cups

How's it going, group 1? "Heal the Healer." I'm sensing that many consider you, or you consider yourself, to be a big helper for loved ones in daily life. The term "mom/dad friend" might sound familiar to you. Someone others can rely on, you're seen as a solid supportive friend in their regular troubles. Even with simple things like helping a friend move from their apartment, or getting a classmate's grade up in a class you excel with. At work, you may be the person others call on to take the extra shift. Sometimes, it was necessary, they had to take their pet in for an emergency. Other times, they just wanted a vacation and didn't really notice how taxing it was to ask so much from you.

Pile 1, March is the month to turn the tables around in time for the change of the season. "Help others in need or ask for assistance when you need it." You have the chance to ask someone else to help you out the same way you are often asked to help. March will bless you with the feeling of "having your back." The universe has been watching you struggle and is preparing your table for rewards to be served fresh. This help will likely come once you begin moving into a transitory phase. See how the Awareness card looks symmetrical to the In-Between card? These cards together remind me of the Moon card. You're in a state where one cycle has ended and another is beginning, you're already in that first phase so to speak. This space is full of uncertainty, and it's important to not listen to projections that speak of things as though they're going to happen just because they've happened before. The 6 of Cups involves overthinking about the past, assuming that things will be the same as they were before.

Allow the prosperous energy from Avocado to clarify the 8 of Swords here. You may be feeling stuck and unsure of where you're life is going next, but you know you can't enter the next chapter of your life worn out before you're even out of bed. Awareness features moonstone and mugwort on the card. You're being asked to pay attention to your dreams. Imagine what kind of prosperous things have happened in your past, and what kind of prosperity is available for you in the future, just before you fall asleep at night, then journal your dreams. Symbols may reveal themselves over time to give you clues for your conscious mind to consider. Your subconscious mind wants to help you with your stress, if that makes any sense, as it uses images and not words to speak.

Emerald is Venusian energy, and avocados are creamy enough to be made into dessert (ever had a chocolate avocado "cheese"cake? I have, it was actually very good!) March wants to bless you with a little indulgence. Ace of Cups says you will experience a lot of spiritual and emotional replenishment if you make it a focus to do so this month. If things are slow now, consider it a time of peace and budding opportunity. You may not be used to getting some needed rest if you're helping others out more, but the advice here is to take the time off as it comes, and make an intention to relax. Judgement card reminds you that the pace will pick up again soon, so enjoy some down time when you get it this March. Put some of that avocado on toast and enjoy your breakfast. Your body and soul will thank you.

Pile 2

Turquoise and Forget-Me-Not, Communicate, Artichoke - Renewal, Level Up, 9 - Self-Acceptance; 10 of Wands, Queen of Swords, I Magician, 10 of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune

Hey, pile 2. Hope you're doing well. I got a little concerned while shuffling the Earth Wisdom cards when the whole deck slipped and made a loud "thunk" on my table, right next to where the cracks in the Turquoise card. Do some of you live in a loud place, or near angry people who yell and slam doors? The dragon's face on the 10 of Wands looks like they're sick of hearing their neighbors upstairs. For others of you, this cracking is more internally. Do you feel as though you may be cracking under some kind of pressure at work or school? You may even be feeling the urge to let out a fiery rage breath as well.

The Turquoise card says "Balance". See the man rock climbing beside the cracks? It's easy to imagine he can keep going without stopping to catch his breath, but wouldn't that make him like Superman? This month, you'll be able to see exactly what you're capable of. You're recognizing your own talents and strengths. This is a month of learning how to do your best without wearing yourself thin, and it's because you're getting a more accurate picture of what you can do. It's like singing while having noise cancelling headphones in, so you can't hear yourself. March's blessing will take those headphones off so you can hear for yourself how good you sound. You'll see that you were trying harder than necessary. You can take a step back while still moving forward.

Turquoise is a stone well known in many cultures, but I personally read it as a stone of friendship. You'll be blessed with a good friendship or important connection, someone you can confide in with trust. "Things left unsaid will never reach the shore." With Queen of Swords, you're becoming more discretionary about your boundaries and who you speak with. You may have been going through troubles that are hard to talk about. The dragon's mouth is wrapped shut; it may have been a struggle even when you tried, as though you were scared of what your friend would think. Remember, pile 2, that a real friend will want to see you happy, will accept you for who you are, and will cheer you on as you climb to the top. Don't be afraid for long and much needed conversations in March, for as long as you approach it like the Queen here, a good talk will strengthen a relationship. And absolutely talk to someone if you're in need of immediate help, like with relocation.

March may be the start of a "phoenix" season for you, where you will have a gradually unfolding but nevertheless significant period of your life. See the subtle rainbow on the "100"? It was unintentional, the card reacted to my suncatcher and the rainbow just happened to land there glowing. If you're starting at a bottom, pile 2, then you're only going up from here, even if with some scars. Artichokes are actually immature flowers. The past cycle in your life may have felt "incomplete". March will be the beginning of you getting a second chance to let something like a project come into full bloom. Fun side note, but apparently March 16th is National Artichoke Day (in the US). So be on the lookout for an opportunity coming in for you around the 16th. It could be small, but it may be something that brings you into spring's energy of renewal and positive change. Don't forget to stay in touch with people who care about you this month, pile 2, because an outing with them could become a transformative experience for the both of you.

Pile 3

Jade and Pink Lotus, Generosity, Kale - Dedication, Letting Go, 21 - Shadow Treasures; XXI The World, 5 of Swords, XVI The Tower, XX Judgement, VIII Strength

Hello, group 3! March will be a refreshingly easy going month for you if you make the choice to kick back. You are "sinking into silence" after a long and very difficult time in your life. You, out of all three piles, desire to move forward with the year more than anyone. The silence in the jade card feels welcome. The change is long overdue and feels inevitable, so why rush to the starting line of a race? Especially after just finishing a few strenuous laps in the woods. This is a month-long sigh of relief. A quiet, easygoing time will be your primary blessing in March. Jade is bringing much due healing energy for you. Allow yourself the chance to meditate upon the time you've just experienced, as self-reflection can help us clear the way for us to see better.

I can't help but notice the way in which your cards form a picture of a tree falling apart. The leaves give way to autumn, as the trunk of the old fall maple tree lights up from the storms of change. At the roots, however, we see beauty still alive underneath. It shows that the same potential lies beneath, even if situations can look hopeless. Conflict was overgrowing around the tree, sapping it of its vitality. To let go and rebuild was the only way around it, to protect the delicate root system it had to downsize. A lot of growth will come from how you use this time now, because the last phase gave way for new seeds to grow. These seeds will no doubt benefit from what good was left behind, as it was ultimately meant to be shared and not kept hidden forever.

If this feels too abstract, I will liken it to decluttering the house. You may be in the mood to do that as well this month, and March may bless you with a more organized house. This is also a decluttering of old systems, thoughts, and behaviors that no longer work for you, letting you move ahead with a clean slate. If a messy house has been an issue for you, someone might come to help you sort it out, even spirit guidance kind of help. If clearing old things away is difficult, you'll be guided through it. You may have the opportunity to give old unwanted stuff away and even find something that you've been searching for a long time. "Where has that been?" It might not be easy to get started at first but it'll soon become much welcomed change once you notice the difference.

You have the word "treasure" show up twice in your reading. "What good is treasure if you keep it for yourself?" You may something special within yourself that gets discovered as you move through this month. It's a part of you that has gone unnoticed. But when things get quiet, the tiniest things become more noticeable. Things left unspoken creep out from the shadows. I actually don't see you going through shadow work this period, if anything you're walking from it the way a hero puts on sunglasses and walks away from a Michael Bay explosion without looking back. You've been like kale here, hardy in the face of a freezing winter, staying green in faith that spring will bring warmth and light soon enough. Some people don't believe kale has any nutritional value, but that's because they tastelessly judge from a distance. Once you unearth your own shadow treasures from your roots, don't be shy to share your gift with others. You might, like kale, become the next trend.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[ms-too-delusional]

“You deserve the world, honey.”

Pairing: Han x Reader 

Content: fluff 

Words: 1.2k 

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

I unlock the front door of Jisungs and mine appartement, just glad this awful day finally comes to an end. Work was extremely exhausting today; my boss has a deadline on a project this week and of course it’s the responsibility of all his employees to finish HIS project until the deadline. I sigh deeply as I shut the door behind me and take of my heels, my feet were hurting by now. I hang away my coat and purse before I notice the scent of lavender in the air. A confused look comes creeping in my face and I make my way over to our living room. “Sungie?” I call out for my boyfriend. A mumbled “here” is audible from the living room and I quicken my walk, my body full of anticipation to just spend a calm and peaceful evening with him. The lavender scent gets stronger, the closer I get to the door and as I step inside, I was greeted by a grinning Jisung who was surrounded by a few lavender candles.

“Hi, sweet angle” Jisung says happily as I make my way over to him. He swiftly wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a tight hug. “Hi sungie...” I mumble into his chest, my voice slightly drained from the day at work. “Look, after you texted me about your bad day, I prepared something for us.” Jisung explains, the excitement was clear in his voice, as he points to the coffee table behind him. Several sheet masks, a tube of peel of mask and two hairbands were splattered on the table, along with some snacks and the candles which were already lit. His thoughtfulness makes my heart melt and all the stress and feelings from this day, along with his cute gesture makes me feel so overwhelmed, that small tears start to fall down my cheeks. “Hey, hey...is it that bad?” Jisung jokes slightly as he places his hands on my cheeks, whipping away some of the tears. “No, it’s perfect, really. I love it. I just didn’t expect this “I explain, smiling brightly at him despite my tears. Jisung places a soft kiss on my forehead before seating me on the couch.

He starts to take of my jeans to replace them with some comfortable sweatpants, his movement was slow and very gentle. My hair was carefully pulled back into a loose ponytail before Jisung pulls the hairband over my face, before he does the same for himself. “Gosh you look so cute” I squeal happily as I pinch Jisungs cheeks. His hair was too short to put it in one ponytail, so he now has two small ones on each side of his face. Jisung doesn’t respond but his cheeks start to turn pink. “Okay, okay. This is supposed to be about you. Let’s get started, alright?” he giggles softly as he grabs the tube of peel of mask. He squeezes almost half of the bottle on his hand. “ Jisung! Thats way too much” I say quickly as I try to snatch the tube out of his hands. “Oh nonesense” he says confident, his hand reaching out to apply the mask on my face. His fingers glide softly over my skin, his warmth was mixed with the cold of the mask. Due to him putting on way too much, the mask starts to drip down my cheeks, on to my sweatpants. “Ok, maybe it was a little too much...” Jisung admits silently, his ego slightly scratched. “Oh really?” I ask sarcastically, looking at him with this ‘I told you so’ face. “Hey, don’t be mean to me! I’m trying to be a great and romantic boyfriend” Jisung protests which only makes me bursts out giggles. Watching me giggle about his cuteness only makes him sulk, he pushes his lower lip above the other and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, come on, Sungie” I say, leaning towards him to give him a kiss on his lips, but just as my lips are inches above his he turns his head away, sulking even more. “Nono, no kisses for mean people” he insists. I try to catch his lips, but he is too fast, always turning away seconds before I can give him a kiss. “Sungie...” I whine slightly, “let me kiss you already.” He finally gives in and connects our lips together. His lips felt soft against mine and I can taste his sweet honey chapstick he used earlier. “Now, are you still sulky or shall we continue our relaxed evening?” I ask as we pull away from each other. “If you stop being mean to me, I would be more than happy to continue” Jisung answers me.

I shake my head, laughing slightly, as I wipe some of the remaining peel of mask from his hands, only to gently apply it on Jisungs face. He closes his eyes and almost melts into my touch as I let my fingers trace over his cheeks. As we wait for the mask to dry, Jisung gently starts to massage my hurting shoulders and neck. “Hm, what did I do to deserve this...” I hum out as his fingers knead stronger into my muscles. “You deserve the world, honey.” he mumbles under his breath, so quiet I could hardly hear it. I was thankful for the mask, so he didn’t notice the way my cheeks turn pink. 

“Stop whining so much” I say, carefully trying to pull of Jisungs mask from his face. Apparently, his mask hurts way more than mine did, for no specific reason. “But it hurts. How come yours didn’t hurt like this?” he keeps on whining, a small pout resting on his face again. “Maybe because I’m not a sissy like you...” I murmur playfully. Jisung snaps his eyes open, his mind debating if he misheard me or if I really called him a sissy. “Excuse me?” he asks, the disbelieve audible in his voice. “Nothing, nothing” I play it off, trying to hold back my laugh. “Did you just dared to call me a sissy?” his voice slightly higher than usual, as he places a hand over his heart, pretending that he was hurt deeply. Now I can’t hold back anymore and I start to burst out into a fit of laughter, to which Jisung only react with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. He hesitates for a moment before he pushes me back against the couch, now hovering over me. Before I can react, his hands are on my sides, tickling my skin with his fingers which only makes me laugh even more. “N-No Jisung....stop it....” I try to speak out between laughers, but he does not care. After some minutes I feel my throat staring to hurt, the reason I finally decide to give in “ok, ok. You are not a sissy...” I laugh out, almost out of breath by now. Jisung stops his tickle attack with a satisfied grin on his face. He lays down against the back of the couch before he pulls me close to his, turning on the TV so we can continue our anime, that we started to watch a few nights ago. I nuzzle closer against his chest, mumbling a quiet “Thank you, I needed this.” Jisung places a soft kiss on my hair “Your welcome, Honey. You deserve this.” 

[writingshushf1]

enemies to lovers w lewis!! trope just fits him so well imo

Line without a hook

Summary: I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me.

Rating: +16

Warnings: enemies to lovers, a bit of asshole!lewis and the reader is also a bit of an asshole, some mature language. W13 and W14 being shitty cars.

Word count: 3.8k

Note: WE COULDN'T NOT HAVE A CLASSIC HERE, RIGHT? I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so here we have one! Honestly? My best enemies to lovers written, mostly because I spent a little time ressearching about it (I started writing this afternoon) and building around it.

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Guilt. That's what you felt, but another feeling managed to override it. Anger.

You were at the head of the W13 development and it was terrible, a complete disappointment. And the worst part?It was your first year in a high position in a manufacturer, all the other years you spent locked up in laboratories, you never even got to meet the race tracks or even the Mercedes drivers - unless there was some publicity they had to record inside the factory. I mean, you became friends with Mick because he was often there, but this story isn't about him.

W13 had failed and the blame fell on you and the other staff who worked on it, so you decided to put your heads down and rebuild everything, make the ideas from 0 for W14. Into that came your stress, it had a name - a powerful name - Lewis Hamilton. He spent a whole 2022 criticising the car, making suggestions that were promptly ignored by engineers higher than you, which resulted in him getting a bitter feeling about you all.

"He arrived with heavy steps inside the luxurious factory, his voice with the strong English accent bursting through the walls, he was indignant. You took a deep breath, ducking your head and went back to fiddling with some parts of the car, trying to avoid Hurricane Hamilton. But to your misfortune, he opened the door to the room next to Russell and Toto - who were just as frustrated. Unfortunately, you were the only person still in the room, it was already late at night, but you wouldn't sleep until you found out what the damn problem was with that wagon they called a car. Obviously none of them would remember your name, so you kept tidying up with your headphones blasting Beyoncé until impatient taps on your shoulder ended your moment of peace.

"Sorry... Well, I'm not the boss of that area yet, so unfortunately I'm not the one who decided that, sir." You replied, turning back to the car and sitting down on the ground.

"You guys didn't listen to my suggestions and now the car is shit." The black pilot sighed, crossing his arms.

"But you are important in that sector. That I am sure of."

"I commented to Lewis and George about who was in charge, so if they wanted to come with their questions, they could turn to you and the others." Wolff replied, which made your blood boil with hatred.

"How would you know that?"

"Sorry, that still doesn't give you the right to come at me with an accusatory tone, after all I'm not the one giving the final answer." You rolled your eyes, fitting the piece you had noticed and pulling out another to take to the analysis. "I know the car wasn't what you expected. Honestly, none of us expected it to happen. After the tests, we thought it just needed some repairs."

"I understand you're feeling that way, we're all working day and night to fix it."

"A few repairs? Wow. That's pretty subtle thinking that it underperformed. Compared to 2021 and 2020, it's useless."

"And where's the rest?"

"For God's sake!" You looked at the other two who were trying to distract themselves with things in the room so as not to focus on your argument with the number one Mercedes driver that could have you fired in a few seconds. "It's Saturday, almost 10 o'clock at night, the factory is far from the city, don't you think people deserve a rest? I stayed here because of my role as one of the heads of this project. I don't have the luxury to rest, I don't know if you understand that."

His eyebrows drew together and you could have sworn he would start shouting at any moment and cuss you out for the reaction you had, however he kept quiet and left the scene without another word. You stared at Toto for a few seconds and he told you to go home, working tired and hot headed wouldn't do you any good. And it was from that day on that you started to hate him."

2023, the first race of the W14 left a lot to be desired, George was still positive and willing to sacrifice his year for the evolution of the car, however not the seven-time champion, he wanted a competitive car. Half way through last year you were getting more seats and now you were the co-creator of the W14, which was heavy on your shoulders. Again, Hamilton and you were almost at each other's throats during the team briefing until Wolff gave you both a timeout. You quickly left the room, grabbing a coffee and sitting on the hospitality stairs. Within seconds, Mick sat down next to you.

"Yeah, Maybe he's taking it too heavily, but I don't take away the whole reason the car is missing the essentials. Competitiveness." The German huffed.

"Honey, you say that like I don't know.... Of course I do! But he could stop being a spoiled little boy. He's a grown man who needs to learn that we're constantly evolving and yes we're going to have some tough years and that can only be solved by us changing the car, which can sometimes take hours, days, months before we get back into our pace."

“I know, but in this meantime, Red Bull and Ferrari will be overcoming new things while we are stuck behind Aston Martin.” Lewis commented, passing by you two.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You snapped, walking away from both of them.

“That was too much, man.” Schumacher said, crossing his arms.

“I know… But that’s the reality, she knows what’s happening, so… It’s not my fault.”

“So it isn’t hers alone.”

………………………………………………………………….

It was late at night again, you had been up for almost 48 hours, sorting people, analysing statistics, fiddling with parts. Your body was screaming for rest and this could be seen clearly by anyone passing you. It was almost dawn and you were still in the pits, sitting on the floor with a few empty energy drink cans around you, four computers in front of you, and your headphones on. You heard footsteps, but at first you decided to ignore them, it wasn't important, the focus was to understand what the fuck was going on with W14. Suddenly a "tsc" could be heard, it was then that you turned your face and found yourself face to face with Lewis Hamilton, his body inches from yours - and what a body. You took a deep breath and backed away.

"What's wrong, your majesty?"

"There." He pointed at the screen.

"Yes. I'm trying to fix it."

"But you're not succeeding, excuse me." He placed his hands on the keyboard and you were completely distracted, sleep was catching up with you.

He kept typing and changing things, clicking, even removing the headphones from your head and putting them on it, staying for a few minutes, until he looked at you.

"For someone who's in such a high position, I can't believe you missed that." He cracked a cocky smile.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sir Hamilton for being up for almost 48 hours straight, trying to fix your car first because apparently it was put on my list against my will, however as a good employee for this team, I dedicated myself exclusively to your car." You retorted, sitting on some tires. Throwing your head back, you let out a big sigh and ran your hands over your face, feeling that if he was the slightest bit ruder, tears would leak from your eyes and you'd make a fool of yourself in front of him.

"Go back to the hotel, for God's sake. The race is tomorrow and no one can be tired, because that results in failure." He trailed off, looking you up and down. "And take a shower, you're in need."

"Fuck off!"

The other day, you were still exhausted, yet better than a few hours ago. With a strong cup of coffee, clean clothes and a shower, you arrived still early in the morning, ordering everyone to do their respective jobs, while your stomach was screaming for food - you couldn't even remember when was the last time you'd eaten, so you quickly went and grabbed a sandwich to get through the day.

The race was okay, a podium, a fifth place. Could do better.

In that two-week gap without racing, you spent as much time as possible inside the factory, trying to fix the unconscionable and getting frustrated every time. This happened so often that there were moments you would disappear and hide to cry, feeling like a failure in that place - maybe a dismissal wasn't the end of the world, some other lesser team might want you.

Surprisingly, in the meantime, Lewis started showing up daily at the factory, working with everyone else - and charming everyone with his silly charm that made anyone fall in love with him. He chatted to people, asked them to bring snacks that you barely touched, your hunger seemed to disappear when he was near - along with all the tranquillity. Obviously, whenever he could, you exchanged insults and dry replies, something that could be observed from afar, but nobody dared to comment, for fear of being annihilated by one of you.

One fateful night he decided to stay late, so it was eleven o'clock at night and only the two of you were in the room. The silence was uncomfortable, deafening and suffocating, it seemed that in a few exchanges of glances you were stabbing each other. The passive-aggressiveness passed the moment you cried out in sort of relief, which caught his attention. Finally you had managed to solve a problem that had been bothering you for weeks and no one seemed to solve it. It seemed like a small victory, of many you wished were coming.

"What happened?" he asked in a dull tone.

"Look here! I managed to solve that one.... That..." It seemed as if the words had escaped his lips from so much euphoria he was feeling. "That shit that made Russell's car break down in the last race! It was so simple, but it needed a general approach, not so thorough..." You let a laugh escape your lips as he walked over to where you were standing.

"Oh." He was speechless too. As much as you said that this was a simple problem, he knew it wasn't, he had noticed your effort and frustration in the meantime, it was something extremely difficult that required patience and intelligence - things you had. "Let's take a break then, to celebrate."

You cracked a smile at him - the first time since you had met, which made him return the smile. The two of you walked together to where there were some tables after grabbing some food, no one else but you two. The silence settled again, but not as uncomfortable as before, it was neutral.

It was two am, and you still were working on the W14, but this time was improving, he made some hits and that was when you started to tease each other.

“Oh, I didn’t know that drivers could be this smart, I thought you guys dropped after a while and finished on homeschooling.” You teased him.

“Hey! I even studied engineering, you could pay some respect.” He held back a smile. “And it’s Sir Lewis Hamilton for you, I didn’t give you intimacy to just talk to me like that.”

“Someone’s feisty.” You chuckled. “Okay, sir.” You licked your lips, throwing yourself on the sofa. “Oops, sorry… Okay, Sir Lewis Hamilton, I’ll only call you like that now, majesty.”

He sucked in his breath, closing his fists before chuckling too. “And someone’s really going off the limits, maybe you should take care you know… I’m still your boss and I can do whatever I want.”

“Kinky. Power dynamics? I always thought you would want to be called daddy.” You played it off, holding your laugh.

“Oh God.” He started laughing loudly, joining his hands against his chin, before moving his head in a ‘no’ “We’re too sleep deprived to keep this.”

“Or too sober.”

“Don’t even try it, girl.” He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I’ll ask the guard to close the factory.”

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After that night, your relationship became calmer. Sure, you still constantly traded insults and irony at every opportunity, but it was an evolution nonetheless - now they weren't aggressive, with a passive-aggressive undertone, it was more jokes and banter to take the edge off the team's rebuild with W14 - which by now, had made more decent progress, a win in the pocket.

You were working through some analysis of the car, when suddenly, a Lewis removing his t-shirt because of the heat caught you completely off guard, which made your cheeks boil with embarrassment and your eyes stare longingly at his pecs to the point where he noticed.

"See something you like?" he commented, flashing you a smug smile.

"I just think it's inappropriate for you to be shirtless in a workplace. You have a trailer for that." You shrugged, feeling an unbearable heat hit your body. He was hot and unfortunately your body agreed with that.

"All right then, Miss Goody Two-shoes." You pointed your middle finger at him as the British pilot walked off, while he returned the gesture still with that damn smile.

That night, he dreamed of you. Our brains like to play tricks and make us think crazy things. And that's exactly what it played with the black driver that night. Her hands roamed his body, laughter from both sides filled the room as he could see her silhouette in just purple lingerie, while he was only in his underwear. Your bodies were glued together, moving at an incredible pace, it was just about you two and no one else. No hate, no failing cars, no guilt.

He woke up panting, before the dream had its proper end. A tent settled in his shorts, which made him groan in denial, running his hands over his face, trying to forget the scene he had just dreamt, however it was almost impossible, it was something so sexy he couldn't let it go.

For the next few weeks, he ignored you almost completely, only showing up to talk about car stuff - be it suggestions or just complaining that they would never catch up with Red Bull by the end of the season, which made you even more stressed. It felt like you guys were back to stage one. At first, you even tried to ignore it and think that he wasn't in a good mood, but when it persisted, you were ready to strike back. Meanwhile, Hamilton's mind was a mess, he wasn't supposed to have dreamt about you, let alone gone on and on and on having recurring dreams about the two of you, let alone him noticing when the white shirt was too see-through and he knew what colour your bra was. It was getting to be too much for him and his defence mechanism was to try and walk away and go back to square one. He knew he'd been rude to you at first, but part of him didn't want to apologise, to accept that you could be friends-or even the possibility that he wanted something more.

It was another early morning at the Mercedes plant, now you were already thinking about the W15, because you knew that everything had gone wrong, but you refused to tell anyone. Early in the morning, Lewis went to his usual room and found you pacing back and forth, stressed about the possibility of them never getting out of this hole, of her never being able to make him win his eighth championship.

"Did someone fall out of bed? It's six-thirty in the morning." He said, soon sitting down at one of the desks and turning on his computer.

"To fall out, I should at least be asleep first." You retorted, banging your fist on the table in anger that again, the program was giving data that was incompatible with what you had planned.

"Again? Aren't you working too fucking much?" He questioned, which honestly was the last straw you needed to freak out. Even if he wasn't being rude.

"Yes, I've been working my ass off, Hamilton. I'm on the verge of burnout and you know whose fault it is? Yours! It's all on you!" Because I work day and night, I don't rest, I keep planning and recalculating everything just to please you, to make the car you want and still nothing is good, nobody is satisfied! You felt tears fall from your eyes, but this was not the time to care about that. "Do you know what it's like for a whole team to depend on your team of engineers and you're constantly letting everyone down? No! You don't." Her voice was already cracking with sobs. "I can't take it anymore! I can't stand living like this anymore. And still have people telling the world that I'm incompetent!" You completely lost the strength in your legs, falling to your knees on the floor and putting your hands to your face to cover your crying.

He waited for you to say everything you needed to say, to get your anguish off your chest, so that after you had stopped talking, he would get up and go to the floor with you, hugging your body and passing his free hand over your locks, letting you cry as much as you needed, just being comforted by his presence.

…………………………………………………………

Your relationship got better after you had a breakdown in front of him, he understood you were going under a very stressful moment, because everyone seemed to only count on you, forgetting that they were a team. That day, he took you to your house, waited for you to get some comfortable clothes and ordered food. You didn’t talk about it, just enjoyed each other’s company in silence. And that’s how it worked between you two, until it didn’t work again.

Hamilton was restless, he felt the need to talk with you by text, calls, in person, would oftenly walk with very revealing looks and take off his shirt around you, just to see your face red with embarrassment and the deep looks on his torso.

He knew there was something more, but he waited. He tested the waters first, became slowly sweeter by the time, calmer and actually never complained to you again, he tried to be more positive and improve his work with the car you had. And that made you warm up towards him, he was actually capable of change, to be a very caring person when he liked the person.

When you started to have this sort of friendship, you felt guilty for snapping at him multiple times, the same way he felt bad for being so rude towards you the year before. 

One day, he asked if you wanted to stay late on the paddock, so you could work on some things about W14, little things to improve for the race on Sunday afternoon. Of course you agreed, you have been doing that for months now, one night more it wouldn’t kill you.

The comfortable silence between you two was broken by him.

“I owe you an apology.” He whispered, like that was a forbidden subject.

“I…” You took a few seconds to realise. “I think I owe you one too.”

“So will we both be forgiven then?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m sorry. For being a brat and an entitled asshole… For not seeing you as a person, someone amazing that works like hell because she wants the best for everyone.” He got closer, touching your forearm.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, multiple times. I should’ve been more mature.” You avoided looking at him, as much as his eyes were so hypnotising.

When you least expected it, your bodies were together in a very intimate hug. His hands around your hips, while your arms pressed his body against you.

“I’m not the only one feeling this, right?” He muttered, alternating his look between your eyes and lips.

“Unfortunately, no.”

And that he took as a consent to crash his lips against yours, in a desperate kiss, like he waited for such a long time to do that, in reaction, you intertwined one of your hands in his braids and the other lowered to his back, holding at his Mercedes black t-shirt. He soon lowered his hands to your thighs, pulling you to sit on top of some tyres. Your tongues were moving against each other, slow and needy, like a dream coming true. When air made it necessary, he held your waist and smiled.

“It took so long…” He whispered against your ear. “If I knew we only were horny for each other, we could have solved this a long time ago…” You could hear his cocky smile.

“Fuck you.” You muttered back, letting your fingers run on his neck. “If it was months ago… I would have denied it until my deathbed. I’m happy being in this state now.” You left some kisses along his jaw.

“Angel… Not here. Maybe my hotel room may be a more appropriate place for you to get all touchy like that.”

“Sad… I would love to have some risky sex in the paddock, sir.” You joked.

“Maybe someday. But let’s start at the most obvious place. A bed.” He held your hand and guided you to his car.

So… Sir Lewis Hamilton wasn’t so bad after all.

[r0ckgoblin]

Would that I- bella ramsey xreader

“true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree”

summary: bella is a person of many trades, your favorites just so happen to be when they play guitar and sing. you have always admired this about her, as any friend would. b/c you and bella have always been supportive of each other’s interest, they always come to you first when he’s written a song or learned a new one. why would this time be any different?

a/n: idk how to write summaries… but anyways enjoy:) (p.s. hc wise, i think they listen to hozier…yea she definitely does)

warnings: unproper grammar(maybe) how i've passed all my lit classes i will never know. probably not fully proofread, i miss the smallest things smh

*all pronouns for bella used*

you wiggle the key into the stubborn door of bella’s apartment, eventually winning the fight against it. opening the door you’re met with the sound of guitar strings being plucked and you smile softly. setting your bag on the kitchen counter you begin wandering around looking for your best friend.

“hey bels?” you call out.

“in here” he says from the sunroom.

you laugh softly grabbing a small throw blanket from the couch.

"hi" you smile, bending down to hug her, finding it a little difficult due to the guitar in their lap. the smell of old spice wonderfully clouds your sense of smell as they reach up to hug you back. the two of you gently sway for a few seconds before you pull back to adjust yourself next to him on the small couch, covering your legs with the blanket.

"how was your day?" he asks smiling over at you.

"it was good, slow, it was just a lot of cleaning up some scenes" you exhale recalling your most recent project, a movie you had been working on for the last few months, one only the people a part of it and the people closes to you knew about. acting was stressful sometimes, but the final project was always worth it, and that's something you and bella could both agree on.

"those days are inevitable, but i believe in you." they say as the lean back to rest their head on your shoulder. this caused you to blush a light pink color, luckily, he couldn't see your face at the moment. you didn't know what it was but lately you've been feeling certain ways about your best friend, and you were scared you wouldn't be able to hide those feelings for much longer. the only thing stopping you was the incessant fear of losing her friendship if they didn't feel the same way.

after moments of peaceful silence bella breaks it be jolting up excitedly. "oh! i learned a new song!"

"really? show me!'' you smiled mirroring her excitement. for as long as you've known bella your favorite thing about them has been her ability to play guitar and sing. they were so good at it, and it seemed to be a big passion of his as well.

"of course! you're going to love it, it's a hozier song" they beam at you holding eye contact waiting for your reaction, which didn't take long because you immediately grinned so big.

" you learned another one? which one?!" you question with giddy.

"you'll have to guess."

"c'mon that's no fun" you whine putting on a fake frown.

"you'll live" she jokes.

"okay, fine go." you pout resulting in a laugh from her.

she plucks some cords before playing, listening to them intently. you just stare at him in awe. before you know it, you're hearing the first notes of hozier's "would that i". you gasp in amazement, and they let a small laugh leave their mouth, somehow without losing focus. as if it couldn't get any better, he also starts singing the words along with the music.

you feel your eyes water, you have no idea why that would be happening. was it the emotional toll of being in love with your best friend, someone who you've watched grow into a beautiful and talented human being? the fear that if you were to express how you feel, it could all turn against you, and you lose the one person who means the most in the world to you? or maybe it's just because the song is so beautiful? its defiantly the song.

you got so lost listening to his voice and the way the sun setting through the window made their skin glow and made his hair shine like honey. shit you were head over heels.

by down you had drowned out her voice due to your staring that you didn't even realize they had finished. not until they're talking directly at you. you blush a little realizing you 100% got caught staring.

"so what do you think?" she ask not making eye contact.

"i loved it," you smiled,

"thank you so much." he grins, and you swear you see faint pink on their cheeks.

"i, um-", you go to say something, but you stop yourself.

"what was that?''

"i uh... i should get back to my hotel.''

"just stay here'' she says but its more of a begging question.

"no, i can't, ive got an early morning and we both know i'm not quiet in the mornings, i wouldn't want to wake you that early.'' you try and lie.

"y/n please'' he begs, grabbing your hand giving you those big brown puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry.'' you shake your head.

they tug you closer, your chests touching. they stare you in the eyes, you notice her give a quick glance to your lips. you in return look to theirs.

"there's something uh... i've mean meaning to tell you," they exhale nervously, "and i really need to get it off my chest. this um..." they swallow hard, "this is harder than i thought."

"shut up" you say with a fake serious tone.

"what i haven't even gotten to what i wanted to say." they knit their eyebrows in confusion.

"you don't have to, if it's what i think it is, i already know," you smile, "because i want to tell you the same thing."

"y/n-"

"i like you, like REALLY like you okay!"

"i-" they were speechless. you two just stared back at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

"i like you two, like reeaallyy like you." they smile wide.

you smile and release a breath of relief, resting your forehead on theirs. you two stay like that giggling back and forth.

"can i kiss you?" they speak up.

"of course." you smile.

she then softly presses their lips to yours, grabbing your face, she deepens the kiss making it more passionate but soft. his hands travel to your hair gently brushing it while your hands find the small of their back caressing softly. this goes on until your both pulling away for air, laughing breathlessly.

"so... stay the night?"

you laugh hugging them as they spin you around like something out of a movie.

the rest of the night you spend cuddled on the couch watching your favorite movies until you're both passed out in each other's arms.

a/n: AAAAHHH LETS GOOOO!!!! so BAHAHAAHAH this took longer than i wanted and it's not even as long as i wanted it:( anyways here it is, i hope you really enjoy it. there will hopefully be more in the future:) feel free to request, also let me know if my replies are off bc i clicked on one of my post and it says my comments are turned off??? idk, but my asks should be on:) love you! have a great day/night!🫶

[rosypenguins]

Day 17! TMF AU’s!

These are some pretty standard AU’s I came up with. (Like VERY basic. Everyone probably has their own version of these.) I would write these but unfortunately I already have three other writing projects on my hands and I really don’t know how I’d balance a fourth. (Also, in case you haven’t guessed it yet: they’re all pretty heavily Drake-coded lmao.)

💙Royal Knight AU: A classic I’ve seen many times before! Nothing like taking your favorite blorbos and forcing them back in time to the age of castles and monarchies! Anyways, in my version, Drew’s a prince and Jake’s his personal knight. (Clever, I know.)

Jake was practically raised to be a knight, just like his parents were. But Jake wants to find his own purpose; something that doesn’t bind him to being Drew’s shadow.

He starts sneaking out at night, and realizes the massive wealth-gap between the nobles and common-people. While on his adventures, he runs into a group of bards who perform at night to inspire hope in the townspeople. (The Music Club!)

Under the disguise of a simple commoner, Jake decides to talk to them. He gets to know them, and eventually, the leader of the group: Hailey, invites him to join their group. Each night, Jake gets to perform with them, finally feeling like he’s found his purpose.

(Oh, and him and Hailey obviously start developing feelings for one another.)

Meanwhile, Drew is stressed. He’s being forced to marry Lady Zoey, who makes it abundantly clear she has no interest in him whatsoever and is only in this for the wealth and status. And after the wedding, Drew will be crowned king. And he is not at all ready for any of this. He’s always turned to Jake for comfort, but he slowly starts realizing that Jake is hiding something. Jake’s increasingly exhausted, and almost always distracted. He barely talks to him anymore.

Perhaps there could be a scene where Drew follows Jake? He realizes what he’s been doing, and I’d imagine quite a bit of angst would ensue.

Oh, and one more note: remember the wealth gap? I could totally imagine the Music Club is actually part of a secret rebellion against the royal family. And perhaps they’re coming up with a plan to overthrow the royal family.

Now, scenario: masquerade ball. Hailey’s sent to sneak inside the palace during the festivities and see what she can learn about the royal family. Perhaps steal some riches for the Music Club to sell. She successfully enters the palace, but ends up running into Jake. The two recognize each other almost immediately, and end up dancing together to keep up appearances, all while whispering hushed questions about why the other’s there. Meanwhile, Drew notices this, and is practically seething with jealousy.

I don’t really know where the plot of this would go, but surprisingly for me, I feel like endgame ship would be Jailey.

💛Idol AU: Another classic! Jake’s a pop idol, and Drew’s his bodyguard. (Practically a reverse of the first AU.) They’re obviously very much in love, but they have to keep it secret due to Jake’s contract. And they kiss backstage in storage closets sometimes.

I don’t have much for this AU compared to the last one, but I’ve always imagined Jake being kidnapped and Drew having to rescue him. I think that’d be pretty fun. Maybe they have to go off-the-grid for a while, and they’re actually able to have their little relationship for a period.

I just want to see Drew and Jake kiss honestly. Drew needs to be kissed very softly on the head.

🖤Ghost AU: Last one! I actually brainstormed this with @ratkingnezu awhile back. Essentially, after the events of Episode 11. Drew dies. (Doesn’t really matter how he does, he just needs to be gone.) But because of his lingering regrets, he isn’t able to leave the mortal world just yet. So he’s stuck as a ghost, and he’s unable to leave Rosemeadow. Meanwhile, Jake is deeply affected by this. He regrets never being able to explain things properly to Drew and perhaps make peace with him, so he spirals. Grief practically consumes him, so Drew decides to make it worse and start haunting him. (Well, he’s not trying to make it worse. He just has nothing better to do with his time other than haunt Jake.) He realizes how much Jake actually cared about him. And he only regrets how their last interaction (the fight) played out. And sometimes he’ll just lay with Jake and cry with him wishing he could talk to him one last time.

And Jake starts hearing Drew’s voice whispering to him. Starts seeing things move. Starts seeing him in reflections. And he starts thinking he’s losing his mind.

The only way Drew can finally pass on is by somehow making peace with Jake. I don’t know how he’ll do that, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. At some point.

So yeah! Those are my super simple AU’s!

Well, actually, I do have one more, but I’ll save that for its own post sometime in the future. (Wink wink.)

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Akaashi x gn!reader

I've been feeling stressed with finals coming up and since I kin Bokuto's mood swings I decided to write some ler Akaashi to ease my soul huehehdhwjfh yes I am an Akaashi simp too

Also I'll most likely stick to writing their timeskip vers. bc Akaashi with glasses >>>>>

This is my first Haikyuu fic so I hope it goes well~

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Akaashi x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Akaashi

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Ugh!!" You let out an exasperated groan, having just returned to your shared apartment after a long day of walking all over campus, leaving your legs and back aching. Not to mention the sudden rain, drenching you into looking like a wet puppy. You went to take a warm shower to try to de-stress. Coming out feeling a bit refreshed, wearing your comfiest pjs, but still tired. And the thought of the countless exams and projects you had coming up was enough to get your anxiety kicking up.

You sat down at the foot of the bed, trying to get your breathing back to normal, but no nice thought was enough to get you to fully calm down.

As if sent by an angel, you suddenly felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your middle and before you knew it, Akaashi pulled you onto his lap.

"It's okay, it's just me" he gave you a soft smile as he started rubbing soothing circles along your back. He took a few deep breaths along with you until your body eventually relaxed in his embrace. Once he saw you more at ease, he asked: "What's got you feeling like this, love?... If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too". He gently grabbed your hand, softly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles for extra comfort.

You let out a deep sigh before speaking. "I just... feel so stressed with all the exams and projects piling up... I feel like I'm gonna go crazy" you let out a dry chuckle before sighing once again, leaning your head against his chest. The sound of Akaashi's heartbeat was enough to make you feel more at peace, but still, as your boyfriend, he prioritized your well-being and wouldn't stop until he knew you were feeling better.

"I know it's a lot, but you are capable of accomplishing whatever you set your mind to. And whenever you're struggling, I'll be there to help you back up".

You couldn't help the soft smile that formed on your lips at hearing his words. Akaashi had always been the supportive type, always there even at your lowest of moments.

He felt a bit relieved at seeing your little smile as he gently rocked you back and foward. "So, is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Get you a snack? Watch a movie together?... Maybe...~" his tone slowly shifted to a more playful one as he gently walked his fingers up your side, making you gasp and jolt from the touch. Your reaction only made Akaashi's grin go wider. "Would you like that?~" he knew how easily flustered you got simply by the word "tickle". Usually he'd use that against you but today decided to go easy on you. Of course you couldn't pass up such an offer, maybe laughing your worries away was all you needed for tonight, so you gave him a soft nod. Feeling too flustered to properly reply.

He gently layed you down along the bed, looming over you with a playful glint in his eyes. The giggles involuntarily bubbling out of your chest out of aniticipation of what's to come.

"Already laughing? I haven't even touched you yet" he let out a soft chuckle at your silly reaction before leaning in close to whisper into your ear. "Tell me when you've had enough".

Without saying anything else, his hands snuck under your shirt. His cold fingertips making contact against your warm stomach, causing you to jump at each touch "K-Keijihihi...!".

Akaashi could feel his heart flutter at the sight of you whinning out his name through your cute giggles, this only made him want to tickle you more. His short nails now softly scribbling along the sides of your tummy.

You involuntarily slapped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds that were pouring out of it. All while your body twitched and squirmed with each scribble.

"Hmm... have you gotten more ticklish?" he asked with his usual stoic-looking face, and yet the question was enough to make your face errupt on the spot.

"N-nohoho I hahahaven't!" you tried to defend yourself, but the cute giggles and snorts coming out were betraying you.

It took a lot of willpower for Akaashi to not laught from your reactions, but he managed to keep his composure. "Are you sure? You seem more wiggly than usual" he enphasized his point by giving a soft poke to your navel, causing you to want to jump out of your skin as you squeaked.

"You're juhust seeing thihihings!!" you reached out to weakly hold onto his wrists as his fingertips kept playfully teasing the small tickle spot under your shirt. You couldn't really do much to defend yourself in this situation, and it's not like you wanted to. But damn was it still flustering as heck!

At your words, Akaashi abruptly stopped the tickling. He then took off his glasses and cleaned them against his sleeve before putting them back on. "No no, you're definitely very squirmy tonight. I mean, just look at you when I do this—" as he said that, he gave your hips a squeeze, making you buck your hips as you let out a surprised screech.

"Okahahay I get it! I think that's enough for one night..." you softly chuckled as you catched your breath, except this time it was from laughing so much. "Umm... thanks for that" you said shyly, averting his gaze.

Akaashi's lips turned into a soft smirk as he gently held your chin to force you to look at him and before you could question him he leaned in for a tender kiss on your lips. Once he broke it off, you let out a deep breath you didn't realize you were holding. Smiling like a lovestruck fool the entire time. He couldn't help but smile back as he layed down next to you and held you closely. The both of you instantly drifting off to sleep with the purests of smiles.

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I didn't proofread, sorry not sorry

Also writing this made me realize how much I miss these boys 😢💖💖💖

[seriowan]

your dad!clone series makes me weep, it's so fucking cute. My heart just melts ;^; Can I just mention that I think Tech would LOVE when his kid has to do a science project? I feel like they wouldn't even need to be assigned a science project for Tech to do one with them. It's just perfectly normal for you to come home from grocery shopping and see you're entire living room with scattered parts of some sort of experiment as Tech shows your child how to build something from scratch and how it works.

oh he would sooooo do this! dad!tech being the type of dad that gets super into projects and science competitions. the science fair??? it's essentially his project with a bit of his kid's help. arts and crafts?? he sets aside everything in his schedule to participate! bonding time is definitely building time for him and his lil babies!! I LOVE IT! — i wrote tech with two fraternal twins in this blurb!

more dad!tech fluff below the cut! inbox is open for more dad!clone headcanons and blurb requests!

enrichment time on the marauder was messy, unorganized, and chaotic, but it had a fulfilling sense to it that couldn't be replicated.

tech sat on the floor among various pieces and parts, tools and trinkets scattered all around him, and the two twins seated across from him. his daughter, with her hair tied up in tangles and smudges of grease coating her face, was focused on wiring a battery to the motor of her creation, tongue jutting out between her lips. small hands fiddled and tweaked until she finally managed to connect them, eyes lighting up with joy.

his son, quiet and reserved in his little bubble of concentration, fiddled nervously as he tried sticking two pieces together. he kept sparing glances at his sister's project, eyes welling with tears when he realized how far behind he was. when his model fell apart in his hands, he exhaled a frustrated breath and looked up at his father.

"i can't do it, daddy," he quivered.

tech set down his own trinket, cocking his head. "do what?"

the little boy pouted, dropping the piece to curl his knees into his chest. he hugged his legs, jerking a chin at his abandoned project. "that. i can't do it. it's not working for me. i give up."

"adi'ka," tech hummed, scooting closer toward his son. he leaned down, picked up his boy's pieces and parts, and started to look over them. "this project is not meant to be stressful. it is meant to be enriching and peaceful. what seems to be the issue?"

"it's not going how i want it," he voiced clearly, frowning. "i can't do it right like vod did." he shook his head, pressing his forehead against his knee. "i don't want to do this anymore."

his daughter lifted her head, face falling. although the twins were scarcely seven, their emotional connection often surprised tech beyond belief. they were almost too intuitive for their own good, but he didn't really mind it. they were his children after all — attentive and observant.

"you can do it, vod," she assured softly, holding her hands out towards her father. tech gave her an odd look but listened anyway, placing the parts in her hand. she looked them over, a smile slowly forming on her face. "see? you have what you need, you just need patience like uncle crosshair says."

tech decided to sit back, watching with fond eyes as his son lifted his head, weary eyes flicking back and forth between his sister and his father. "i... i do?"

she nodded, scooting until she was shoulder-to-shoulder with her brother. cradling the parts in between them, she pointed to the various schematics and gizmos, reciting each piece with enough knowledge to make tech feel so, so proud of her.

"see? you have the red wire and the black wire, and you have the lightbulb, all you have to do is put it together and boom! you got it, vod!"

the little boy sniffled, unsure at first of his new attempt, but the confidence he gained from his sister seemed to be enough. tech cocked his head when they looked his way, offering a small smile.

"do either of you need my assistance?"

"no, daddy," his daughter responded with a grin, shaking her head. "we've got it. right, vod'ika?"

"i'm older than you," his son responded sharply, shaking his head.

"no you're not," she frowned, eyes narrowing. "mom says i'm the oldest."

"dad said i was born 0.3 million seconds before you."

tech cracked a small smile. "milliseconds, adi'ka."

they both looked at him and said in unison, "same thing, dad."

tech lifted his hands in surrender before gesturing to their trinkets. "do you think you can complete it now, son?"

his son nodded much more confidently than before. "yes, daddy. can you help me with the wires?"

tech couldn't wait to move and sit in between both of his kids. he had his own burst of confidence and joy, inspired by his daughter but strengthened by his son's desire to continue the task he was so quick to give up. he helped them both as best as he could, though his daughter continued insisting that she didn't need any help. naturally, he obliged, helping his son continue the task until the two of them finished.

"alright, my sun and moon," tech humphed, waving toward their completed projects on the floor. "time to turn them on and see if they work."

his son was the first to go, flicking the switch onto his project. the moment the power routed through it, the little device began to glow and spin, creating shadows of stars that cast all around the ship's interior. he gasped, shooting up to his little feet in excitement, hands flapping in excitement. "i did it! i did it!"

"see?" his sister pointedly sang, sassily raising her chin. "i told you. didn't i tell him, dad? i told him he could do it."

"that you did, my moon," he mused, "your turn."

she pressed her button and waited... and waited... and waited some more. with a frown, she picked it up and gave it a shake, her dismay only worsening when she met tech's apologetic look.

"what'd i do wrong?" she whined, bringing the trinket to her face. "i promise i did everything right-"

POOF!

tech blinked, wondering why everything suddenly went dark. he swiped a finger over the smoke on his goggles, coughing just once.

when he glanced at his kids, he pursed his lips.

the soot and smoke that came from the tiny explosion coated his kids' face. his son was smiling, black smoke on his teeth as he began to laugh hard enough to sprout tears in his eyes. his daughter, stunned by the explosion, coughed and looked at her dad with wide eyes.

"oops."

tech chuckled.

"you didn't use the right battery, did you."

that only seemed to make his son laugh harder, sending him to the floor while he held his stomach. when tech's daughter burst out laughing, soot-covering her whole face, tech couldn't help but join softly, endeared by his kids' first explosion.

"alright," he chuckled. "let's try this again."

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i was smiling like an idiot while writing this entire thing because i love dad!tech so so so so much

[forestlovesyou]

Night Shift - A SAYER fanfiction (Dr. Brady/Dr. Young)

So in my SAYER headcanon post I included a few doodles as a little extra and I may have played with one of the ideas a bit too much and ended up writing a short oneshot fanfiction teehee.

Thought I'd upload it here because I'm way too silly (stupid) for AO3 and I may have some more relevant reach here,, soo if you want to read some toxic office yaoi (/j), i got you!

A few extra things i'd mention is that it's completely sfw and about 4 pages long, so it's a pretty light read. If there are still any grammatical/spelling errors, I apologise. Okie have fun <3

„2:34 AM…” Hummed Dr. for the last few days due to the stress he put himself under during the development of FUTURE. He felt bitter, knowing that from all of the wishes and goals Young with a tired grogginess in his voice as he looked at the time and rubbed his eyes. He had trouble sleeping he had, only the name he came up with and the development of Halcyon Minor ended up being used in the project. Yet he bit his tongue and repressed his thoughts of injustice for the sake of peace and prodictivity, but all that got him was tossing and turning for longer and longer each day and needless to say, he was growing tired of it.

He sighed, pressed his hands against his knees and stood up; might as well do something useful with all this time and catch up on some ’homework’ to perhaps get one step ahead than the majority. Surely that would earn him some recognition. He stepped out of his room and quietly but with a clear goal in mind, approached one of the elevators. Convincing PORTER to take you somewhere else than where you should be is no hard task once you get comfortable with its chatty nature; so all Dr. Young did was tell it that it’s a secret little adventure between the two of them. He’s not the kind to be all buddy-buddy with AIs, however when both of them are stubborn about their tasks and goals, he’s still the more flexible one in the end, so he had to come up with a little ’white lie’ as he thought of it.

Stepping out of the elevator on floor 13, a shiver ran down his spine. It was an eerie yet pleasant feeling to stand in the lab all alone with everything at his disposal. Well, everything he had personal access to anyway. He turned the lights on through the control panel of the room and covered his eyes at the sudden brightness, letting out a painful groan. He took a stroll around the lab, getting used to the lights again and then plopped into his chair at his desk, leaning back and spun around with it once, before booting up his computer. He logged in and skimmed through the files, wondering where he should start. He could either continue yesterday’s project with the risk of his little misadventure being found out, look at FUTURE’s current status in Halcyon Minor or read through the developer’s logs for a bit of a recap, however that sounded half as interesting as the other options.

Dr. Young propped his head up with his elbow on the table, inhaling deeply before quietly mumbling to himself, „Sounds boring but it might give me some inspiration… or just.. try and see what they eat up in Dr. Brady being team lead so much… makes no fucking sense.” He sighed in annoyance as he opened one of the many developer’s logs and put some music on to soothe himself. It actually didn’t take him long to get interested in what he was reading as his eyes grew wide at seeing his name on the screen.

„Huh? Dr. Young continues to shine. He even made a passing attempt to conceal his disappointment at not being named lead developer on this project, which for Howard, is pro- Man, screw you!” He frowned but he couldn’t stop reading, much to his luck as his opinion quickly softened as he finished this paragraph. His eyebrows were still furrowed, eyeing the monitor with suspicion, however a slight annoyed smile curved at the corner of his mouth, „He called Dr. Caulfield an asshole and he called me shining. Now what is that supposed to mean…? I wonder if he read the logs as well though… eh, it’s not like we’ll ever really know, but it’d be amusing to see his face.” He sat in silence for a while, staring at his desk not entirely understanding these mixed emotions he’s experiencing.

After that he quickly closed the log he’s been reading and switched to another one, finally being able to skim through the important details without any distractions, until he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He yelped and shuddered violently, resulting his headphones to fall off of his head, „JESUS! WHO THE” He turned around with fear and defensive agression in his eyes, as if he was a teen being caught in the middle of googling something strange, but instead of anything he could’ve expected it was Dr. Brady with a soft yet bewildered expression on his face, with a cup of coffee in hand.

„Howard, what are you doing here at 3 in the morning?” Asked Dr. Brady in a slightly hushed, inquiring tone.

Dr. Young turned to the other man completely with his hand still on his chest, „What are you doing here? A- And how did you get that?” He pointed at the coffee, trying to pathetically change the subject.

Brady crossed his arms, „I’m pretty positive I asked you first.”

Young looked away, flushed at having to explain himself, „Fine… I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d do something productive instead.” He frowned.

„Without supervision?” Brady raised a brow.

Young raised his hands defensively, „Listen I didn’t even get to actually doing anything, I was just reading the developer’s logs, I don’t need your babysitting for that.”

Brady rolled a chair next to him and sat down, „That doesn’t change your situation by much but I can’t sleep either so let’s humor the idea.”

„Well duh, I absolutely can’t fathom how you’re unable to sleep with coffee in hand.”

„Oh yeah, that. Came up with a pretty decent excuse as to why I need to be here and just asked for a cup… In reality I just had a gut feeling and well, here you are.” He took a sip of his coffee and scooted closer to Young, fixed his glasses and looked at the computer screen, „And did you find anything interesting?”

Young stared at the screen as well, idly scrolling the opened log up and down, „I just don’t understand. Why say those things about me? Why me specifically? I mean…”

„What? Oh… that. Listen, I know you’re unhappy about the way things are going here but I’m not your enemy. Your ambition and expertise is just what I need to keep things flowing, sure you’re argumentative and-” Young opened his mouth to argue back but he couldn’t say a single word before Brady pressed his finger against his mouth, „Howard, shut up for a second and listen to me. I just want to say that putting all of these negative feelings aside, which I mostly understand by the way, you’re an essential part of this team and you’ll have to deal with these emotions somehow as it wasn’t in your control, nor mine. But we have to adapt and make the most of it, the future needs us and it definitely needs you.” He finger gunned to try and lighten up the mood a little.

Dr. Young was baffled by this and had a rather complex expression on his face which included annoyance, sadness and embarrassment but it could be read from his eyes that he’s still trying to process all of these thoughts. It would be so much easier if Dr. Brady wasn’t this friendly. If he wasn’t trying to be understanding. Sure that’s not a team leader’s best quality, but It’d be so much easier for Young’s fragile ego and ruffled feelings. So he did what he deemed was best for hiding these weak points,

„That was so cheesy, I think I puked in my mouth a little.” Dumbass.

Dr. Brady blinked a few times, not sure how to react. Both of them are adult men, right? „That’s… a very mature reaction of you, but I guess you are right, it was kinda cheesy.” He chuckled awkwardly, looking slightly disappointed.

Dr. Young raised his eyebrows and looked away with a frown on his face, things didn’t quite land as he wanted, huh. Or did he even know what he wanted in the first place? „…Thank you. I meant thank you… it’s just ughhh…!” He buried his face in his hands, trying to regain his composure. Dr. Brady’s expression softened and put a hand on Dr. Young’s back, rubbing it gently.

„Do you want to talk about something else? I mean come on it’s the dead of night, screw work for once.” But Dr. Young didn’t reply anything intelligable, just let out a worn out groan. Dr. Brady took that as a reluctant ’yes’ and pat the other’s back, „Come on!” He said in a quick and firm, yet kind voice. Dr. Young looked up with a pained „Huh?” and was quickly surprised by staring right at Dr. Brady’s open arms, „Come on, I’m not gonna offer it twice, I can see that you need it.” Dr. Young flushed at the offer, his eyes darting from Dr. Brady’s face to his body and vica versa. Throughout his years of working for Ærolith Dynamics he completely got used to most genuine physical affection to be nearly non-existent, so he hesitated. He hesitated but after a few seconds his body moved on its own, scooting closer and leaning into the hug, quick and strong, causing Dr. Brady’s chair scoot back a little bit, „Woah- woah… hey, It’s okay.” He caressed Young’s back in a circular motion, „You can… stay as long as you need, take your time.” They sat quietly like this for a while before Dr. Young broke the silence,

„I miss Earth sometimes…”

„Hm? How so?”

„You don’t?”

Brady rubbed his chin with his free hand, „I mean I suppose I do sometimes, I’m just curious.”

„I mean, I get everything I need here and I have a very decent job, but wants are a whole different topic. I miss the breeze on my skin, choosing my own wardrobe, sleeping in just because I can… I miss the food…” As he said that, his stomach audibly growled, causing him to shudder and shrink into himself as much as possible out of embarrassment.

Dr. Brady pat the other’s back and and exhaled through his nose, smiling a little, trying to comfort him, „Hungry?”

Young relaxed and nodded, „I mean it’s so late, are you not?”

„Hmm the coffee leaves me good to go until the morning, sorry I can’t help you though.”

Young shook his head and sighed, „Nevermind. Actually it’s kind of a strange experience. I mean based on our schedules, SAYER would pretty much never let this happen. I totally get it why but it feels kind of rebellious now that I think about it. It will be so pissed in the morning.” He flashed a cheeky smile.

„Are you sure you’re not just trying to cope right now?” He teased, „But most likely yeah, I’m sure SAYER already knows about us, but it wouldn’t make much sense to interfere by now.”

„How fucked are we then?”

Dr. Brady hummed, „Most likely not fired but enough to just rather not think about it right now.”

„What if the others find us like this?”

„Well… do you want to leave?”

„…No.”

„Then we’ll just have to figure it out in the morning.”

[sillyandquiteawkward]

Haiii I wrote a big essay on the Bayley family a while ago but I'm still insane about them so I'm assigning them pigeons I think they'd be based purely on vibes

Artemus – Strasser pigeon

The very reason I wanted to start this was because I was reading up on the smartest pigeons in the world, and lo and behold, it fits VERY WELL with our good (?) Doctor Bayley. Strasser pigeons are one of the most intelligent birds out there, being able to easily observe patterns and formulate extensive escape plans even under stress, with one of the websites I was reading about them in saying "From the moment they hatch, these [birds] are likely thinking about how to escape from their nest", which is just the Artemus mood ever. I like to think this bird is a side project for Dr. Bayley to relax from the Other, Bigger projects, but then he ends up attached much like every other project he does <3

Octavia – King pigeon

For Octavia I wanted to go with a primarily 'utilitarian' bird, given her workaholic tendencies and need to show off how good at working she is, and Kings perfectly fit that description because they are the show offs of the pigeon world. They can be used for racing, messaging AND for therapy, which I think would be right up Octavia's alley in terms of . Everything. She could use a fluffy feathery friend in my head and these guys are great for anything you need them to be, and also very clever if you're willing to spend some time teaching them stuff. Octavia is the kinda gal who would probably go to beauty competitions with her bird in my head (because 1 her bird is the prettiest one and 2 she would like to win thank you very much) <3

Ignatius – Lahore pigeon

I chose Lahore for Ignatius because I remember seeing you talk about once how he's the most 'successful' one out of the Bayleys despite not being as practical so to speak, and that immediately made me think about this breed of pigeons. Not only is their contrast really nice and fitting for a sleek personality like Ignatius, but they are also one of the most popular pigeon species in the world, praised for their beauty, sociability, and high adaptability rates compared to other such birds– much like Iggy is 2 me <3

Sorry for no pics im. Shy but you can look em up and tell me if I got it teehoo

omg hiiiiiii ilu. speaking of the bayleys and pigeons. they are pigeons in my wing au. ouhg this art feels so old (four years ago)

my thoughts about this is i wanted art to be a common pigeon, bc hes got that little bit of iridescence that is akin to him thinking hes hot shit. i cant remember what breed oct was, but she was just a light brown pigeon type, maybe shes not as flashy but gets stuff done. and i wanted iggy to be very very plain, but pretty in his own right as a white dove (peace love etc)

but i really like the species you picked out too!! i really like the idea that the bayleys keep pigeons, i think that pairs well with their trading company background.

i think art could get really into breeding pigeons and he would tend to the smarter breeds i think, although hes not terribly fond of cleaning up after animals. the delight of genetics could just outweigh the animal care. hed have fun drawing them too. old man sits on his clinic rooftop next to his birds when the insomnia hits but his brain wont let him Work on his science. also would pair well with the thought hed breed animal test subjects :(

i think oct would like the utility of the king pigeons, but she wouldnt bother to raise the birds herself at all. thats not in her wheelhouse to care about, but shed still call all the company birds HER birds, even if she didnt raise and care for them. she knows all their names (as a good leader should) and probably has a strong affection for just one in particular. definitely a fan of the prettiest/most useful bird of the bunch.

ooo and i really like the lahore for iggy, they kind of also just Look like him with its long feet feathers and different shape. [ignatius voice] i just think their neat (hiding how much he relates to them)! iggy would be the one to be arms deep in the flock at all times (oh to escape paperwork and management by hiding in the barn with the animals (not to mention sending off the carrier pigeons and watching them leave with a bit of yearning)

[humanpurposes]

So i'm currently writing an Aemond x Fem!Lucerys fic on Ao3

And i'm just slightly baffled at people who will read a fic which has Aemond as a principle character and half of the main paring just to say they don't like him/have no sympathy for him??

But like what did you expect??

The sick little demon in me loves the potential for a toxic, obsessive dynamic with this paring. Luke left Aemond physically and emotionally scarred. Which in turn has made Aemond the monster he is (or at least served as a catalyst for it). And then obviously Aemond does the whole kinslaying and starting a war thing.

POINT BEING they hurt each other, they're on opposing sides of a family that is tearing itself apart.

Then when they come together they have to work for it. Aemond's got some fucking grovelling to do after he killed Arrax and started the whole cycle of bloodshed. Luke has to question everything. Is she fighting for peace or victory? Does she stay loyal to the family she lost or follow the man she loves?

So chapter 4 covers the fall out of Storm's End for the Greens. Aemond's going through it with Luke's (alleged) death, the reactions of his family, the guilt, the loss, and then blood and cheese happens and its like more guilt. more loathing. more trauma. Then it ends on a scene with Aemond and Aegon. Aegon reflects on the loss and realises he'll never get to redeem himself as a father.

And half the comments are people being like "I don't feel bad for Aemond and the Greens, they deserved it, Rhaenyra is completely justified etc."

And I'm like... ??? Nuance really went over your head huh.

Fandom is a fun lil thing, I'm not trying to tell people how to interact with media or fiction, we all see it through our own povs and enjoy it how we want.

But like, why are you reading a fic which has Aemond as half of the pairing if you don't like him???

I mean we all know how bipartisan the hotd fandom is but surely you get more out of it if you take the characters and the stories for what they are?

I'm first and foremost writing for myself, but now I'm kinda stressing out because I feel like my audience is gonna be so pissed off with me when we get to the conclusion.

Soz for the rant I just needed to put this somewhere before I go insane :)

Anyway if you fancy a read it's Karma is a God by lolololola

[margoteve]

River Dance

This is a bit of a longer drabble. You get to see another detail of Kara's character! Also this is stupid idea I had couple days ago that didn't leave my brain and made me laugh so thar.

Kara is Deaf and uses ASL, hence <dialogue>

Rating: T

Enjoy! (also if anyone wants to be on a tag list lemme know lol)

It was just this tired conversation at 5am. She was staying up for a big deadline on one of her projects, and he had a new idea that needed working out. They both were too tired to think anymore and just laid on his bed in the brothers’ lair - Kara between Donnie’s long legs facing him. She was spacing out for a second there and he finally noticed.

He looked at her and gently waved his hand to get her attention. <What are you thinking about?> He asked. 

She hesitated at first, her eyes were a bit unfocused from lack of sleep. <It’s stupid.> She signed slowly. 

<Go for it.>

<I was wondering if you’d be good at that Irish dance, cause your legs are so stupidly long,> she finally admitted.

He snorted. <What?>

<Well!> Her hands flailed a little. <I was watching Youtube earlier today and these guys were there and they have long legs and do the dance and you have ridiculously,> she stressed the word, gesturing over his limbs, <long legs!> She was trying very hard not to grin but she was losing, getting close to laughing. <How dare you have legs this long and sexy!>

She slapped his shin and he laughed.

<That is weird,> he snickered. 

She huffed a little but she shook her head, still smiling. He pulled her close and she nested over his stomach so easily. His tiny missing peace. He kissed the top of her head and she nuzzled his chest. Not two seconds later both were passed out snoring.

The topic of Irish dance never came up again really. Mostly because Kara simply didn’t remember the sleep deprived conversation her mind took them to.

Until one day. 

Kara came back to her apartment. The lights were on and dimmed and she saw a few candles here and there. Confused, she went over the calendar in her head. Did she… did she forget an anniversary or something? She went further in and saw a bouquet of flowers on the kitchen’s countertop and Donnie leaning over said countertop with a rose in his mouth.

She blinked at him, completely stumped and made a strained noise at the back of her throat as she noticed a mustache drawn in sharpie on his face. What the hell was going on? 

He took out the rose from his mouth and with a flair swooshed it towards her trailing a petal over her chin. Smitten, yet wary, she took it taking in the sweet scent.

She noticed he was wearing a pair of brand new trousers with also brand new suspenders and…a strange pair of shoes.

Looking back up at him she noticed a hand stretched to her. Confused, yet amused and curious where this was going she took it. 

Donnie led her to the sofa. The piece of furniture was pushed back and she saw a board on the floor that wasn’t there before… okay? 

She sat down. 

Donnie took his position on the board and clicked a remote for the music to start. 

Honestly, she was half expecting her turtle boyfriend to start stripping and not… not start wild River Dancing. She bent in half laughing then clapped and applauded the show. 

When it ended she jumped up and reached her hands up. Donnie, a bit out of breath, bent down and received a flurry of kisses all over his face.

<Don you are the silliest boyfriend,>she signed and nuzzled his neck. <What brought this on?>

<Well, you did mention it once in regards to my, and I quote, ‘stupidly long legs’ and I was kind of bored one day so…> He grinned.

She giggled and kissed him again. <Weirdo.>

<Did you like it?>

<My face hurts from laughing, yes, absolutely.> She looked at him with mirth in her eyes. <Now come on, I need to make out with you right now. God, you’re so silly.>

<Yes!>

She giggled more and pulled him with her to her bedroom. They had some horizontal dancing to do.

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[lemonsbakery]

can i hear more about infection au??? /nf

OH MY GOD ID LOVE TO TEOL YOU

So, basically a group of cookies wanted to be famous and they decided to try and pull the unthinkable and wanted to make a new species of cookies but that all got really fucked up and through the foolish acts of two cookies who were working on the project, one of the specimens got out and started attacking other scientists in the building. The thing about that though is that the manufactured creature thingies were made with LIVE COOKIES. Though all of their sentience is gone, I THINM they still had some sort of rage towards the people who made them like this and began doing the knly thing that it knew how to do, and began 'infecting' everyone in the building. (Little funfact, gingerbrave and dozer were the first infected cookies !! :3 The were Illegally experiment e d on)

The rest of the au takes place 3 years in the future, 2025!!! The infection started in 2022. And yah!! The au itself is ongoing because it's literally just a public discord rp server (that actually is going under maintenance rn!!), the au ORIGINALLY was focusing on Eclair and Madeleine. Eclair is searching for a cure for the infection, and Madeleine is fucking Dead

I play as roguefort in the au, who currently is LOSING THEIR FUCKING MIND BCAYSE THEY GOT INFECTED LIKE A YEAR AGO AND THEYRE TRYING SO HARD TO GET A GRIP ON THEMSELF BUT ITS GWTTING SO HARD BECAUSE THERES SO MUCH STRESS GOING ON IN THEIR LIFE, HERB IS ON ITS DEATHBED, THEYRE BEING BLACKMAILED, THEY ARE HIDING TJEIR INFECTION, AND THEIR INFECTION IS GETING WORSE AND WORSE THEY CANNOT HAVE A MOMENTS PEACE WITHOUT SOMETHING IN THE BACK OF THEIR MIND YELLING AT THEM TO HURT SOMEONE OR THEMSELF THEY SRE LOSING iT

I forgot to say th7s but basically what the infection does is slowly break you down mentally and takes over your body. It's like parasite, it needs a host and it needs to spread. It does this by forcing intrusive thoughts into your head, making you hallucinate and more. Theres fully infected cookies and half infected cookies, roguefort is a halfie lol

I know this is rlly incoherent and um. I have. A tag about it its #cookie run infected au if uou have anymore questions abt thr au i can answer