#ive had this image in my head for like. over a week but i've been either busy or tired

[aishasauce]

it's an otaku holiday so i get to draw some girls being pals. as a treat

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

hi baby! im sure ure flooded with requests but ive been feeling really insecure ab my hip dips n stretch marks lately n ur writing really comforts me... so i was wondering if u could write smt ab dokyeom or anyone u want rlly! finding reader feeling bad ab their hip dips and stretchmarks and he comforts them? totally ur choice love u! ❤

oh girl i have had the WORLDS WORST body image week ever so this request hits difffffffffffffferent. i'm so happy to do that -- for both of us. warnings: female reader, body image issues are a major theme, descriptions of physical insecurities of the reader, mention of a doctor visit, and possibly a bit angsty with a happy ending

this is:

No Less a Goddess

"can i come to the gym with you?" you ask shyly, peeking around the corner at your boyfriend, who is changing into his shorts and tee to work out.

"huh?" seokmin asks, whirling to look at you with his arms in the sleeves of his shirt, having been interrupted in pulling it over his head. "you've never asked before! i'd love to have you come along!"

"what do i wear?" you ask, unable to keep from smiling at his enthusiasm.

"anything you want!" he says. "just make sure it's easy to move in."

about fifteen minutes later, the two of you are walking down the stairs to the gym in your shared apartment complex, hand in hand. seokmin's sunny smile and idle chatter is almost enough to distract you from the growing knot of discomfort in your stomach.

sure enough, the second you walk in, you notice a woman running on the treadmill. her short shorts and sports bra are stylishly coordinated, at a stark contrast to your ratty gray sweatpants and ugly oversized tee. her legs are muscular, and you can't see a single ounce of fat on her. you swallow hard and try to pay attention to seokmin instead, who is excitedly showing you around. "and this is where i painstakingly grew the arms you have come to know and love," he's saying, pointing at the barbells. "you should say thank you."

"i appreciate your service," you say with a small salute, and seokmin chuckles.

"so, what are your fitness goals?" seokmin asks, shrugging off his jacket.

you have to appreciate how the gray tee hugs the contours of his body, so you just say, "i just want to be a part of whatever it is you've got going on." which makes him beam.

you join seokmin for leg day. surprisingly, you're amazed by how much you're actually able to do -- apparently years of working on your feet has paid off, and while you're not perfect, you can mostly keep up with your very athletic boyfriend. it's actually kind of fun, too, which is no surprise -- seokmin makes everything fun.

but in the back of your mind, you're still thinking about that woman on the treadmill. seokmin is the most loyal man you know, and the idea of him cheating on you is actually laughable, but you can't help but compare yourself to her. that's the kind of person he deserves, you think to yourself. not a slob like me.

it had been a bad week for your body image. earlier on, you'd had to go to the urgent care for a bad case of pink eye, and the doctor had announced your weight to you out loud, which honestly felt like cruel and unusual punishment, especially given that it was the heaviest you'd ever been. the sting was only exacerbated when you went shopping for a few new outfits for a cruise you were taking next month with seokmin. your love handles, your thick thighs covered in stretch marks and cellulite, your hip dips -- all these insecurities you'd always had seemed to zoom into the forefront of your mind and start yelling at you.

you hadn't yet confided in seokmin, because you knew exactly how he'd react. but it becomes impossible not to tell him when, post-gym and post-shower, he corners you in the bedroom and sits you firmly down on the mattress. "something's up," he insists. "what's wrong?"

"i'm feeling insecure," you admit, avoiding his gaze.

"about what?" he asks.

"have you noticed i've gained weight?" you ask in a small voice.

"no," he responds, confused. "is that what this is about?"

"at the doctor's office," you continue softly, "i found out i'm the heaviest i've ever been." you take a shuddering breath. "and i'm getting more and more stretch marks. and i just feel like you're so out of my league. i mean, look at you." you gesture to him in all his freshly showered glory.

seokmin just blinks. "well? do you have anything to say?" you ask him, feeling a little hurt at his lack of response.

he hesitates. "well, i'm not sure what to say," he says slowly.

"well, thanks," you say, standing up and stalking out of the room. "super helpful, babe."

"no, wait! come back!" seokmin says, sounding panicked. "let me finish."

"oh, was there more?" you shoot at him. "because your silence was really loud."

he sighs. "honey, i understand you're feeling upset and i get it, i really do. but you have to let me finish talking."

his patient tone of voice grates at your already frayed nerves, but you bite your tongue and sit back down on the bed. this is seokmin, you remind yourself. seokmin, the kindest person alive. seokmin, who never meant to hurt you even when he did. and seokmin, who always made things right.

he reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's hard for me to respond to that because to me, you're perfect," he begins. you scoff, and he squeezes your hand. "hear me out," he implores.

you sigh but finally turn to look him in the eyes. he gives a small smile before starting again, playing absently with your fingers. "your body is ..." he says, and trails off, his eyes devouring you hungrily. he finally shakes himself back to normal and continues. "ugh. i'm gonna get distracted if i go into more detail, but let's just say i'm more attracted to you now than i ever have been, and that's saying something." he laughs quietly. "it's hard for me to understand the insecurities because to me, you're a goddess."

"okay," you say hesitantly. "but that doesn't make them any less real."

"no, i know," seokmin agrees. "so i guess what i should've said is that... i'm really sorry you can't see yourself like i do right now. and i will do whatever it takes to remind you that no matter how things change, or how you change, i fell in love with you for so much more than just your body. and that's one thing that's never changing," he finishes.

you study him with a stony face for a moment. "okay, that was pretty good," you admit, finally cracking a smile.

"was it?" he asks.

"and you should be rewarded," you continue, sliding closer to him on the bed in the most suggestive way you can muster.

he blushes. "well...i'll never say no to that," he agrees, pulling you closer to him for a kiss.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

♥︎ Whump Dating Sim: Longing for Flight - Part 4 ♥︎

Current Heart Level: ♥︎♡♡♡♡ (1/5)

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Last week, we had a tie between two answers, so I chose, “Let him go. Tell him about the chip, that your people will protect him.” I also rolled a die (virtually) to determine whether Allister would be able to remove the tracking chip. I rolled on Allister’s behalf against a difficulty of 12. It was a 6, so he is not able to find and remove it. He’s also very happy with your decision! You get two more relationship points, for a total of six! That’s over five points, so you now have one heart with Allister. He considers you to be someone worthy of at least a small amount of trust – you’re a friendly acquaintance who has helped him. He feels safer with you around.

I'll post a "heart event" at some point!!

CW: hospital setting, walking with injuries

“Okay! Okay, we’ll let you go to this rendezvous point. Meet your handlers. Just please don’t hurt yourself.”

They stop struggling right away, although they're still dealing with the aftereffects of panic. They look a bit stunned. “…What? Really?”

“Yes. I’ll have to talk to my higher-ups, but I’m in charge of this project, and if I say you go, then you go. …And there’s something else I need you to know. “ You take a deep breath. He’s probably not going to like this, but you can’t stand to lie to him anymore. “During your treatment, our physicians embedded a tracking chip under your skin. We – “

“What!? Where is it?” He’s looking at his arms, but he won’t be able to find it. It’s on his back, where he hopefully can’t reach.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not ideal. But it does mean that we may be able to help you. We’re going to find out the information that you can’t safely tell us. We’ll see where you go, and we’ll be there to rescue you as soon as we can.” You try to sound more confident than you feel. The Operator is slippery – who knows what could happen. But it’s as solid a plan as you’re going to get.

That look of stunned disbelief only magnifies. They lean back against their pillow, just staring at you in wonder. “I haven’t…even considered that possibility in so long…” He shakes his head and seems to come back to himself. “No, you won’t be able to do it. Security is too tight.”

“I – “

“No. I’m not getting my hopes up. But…thank you. I’m glad we got the chance to talk. You don’t know how much peace you’ve given me. Sometimes I forget that there are decent people, on the outside. I’ll be surviving on that memory in the coming months.”

Months? You wonder about that choice of wording, but you don’t comment. All you say is, "You're welcome. I've done almost nothing, really."

He’s still jittery. “Can we get going? It’s already too late but the sooner I get there…well, let’s just say my punishment will fit the crime.”

You do your best to ignore that ominous phrasing. You’re coming for him. You’ll get to him before anything can happen, it’ll be fine. “Yeah, I’ll get the medics to unhook everything.”

So the IVs come out and he gets his clothes, his wallet. You hate to see him up and moving in this state. He's unsteady, trailing a hand against the wall on the way to the door but he refuses a crutch. “I’ve been in worse shape,�� he says. You stay at his side in case he falls.

“Do you want us to drive you?” God it hurts to watch them limping like that, trying not to favor either the leg that was shot in the thigh, or the side that was shot through the abdomen.

“No. You can’t know where I’m going. Or at least…they can’t know that you know. Not right away. Once I'm out there, stay at a distance. Don’t come until you see that my tracker has stopped moving for a while, okay?”

“Okay.”

They comes to a rest against the double glass doors, a hand on the lever and their soft, golden hair glowing in the sunset. He’s panting from the exertion of just that short walk, and he's about to have to walk for probably miles more, but you have no doubt he’ll make it to wherever he’s going. “In case we don’t meet again…Thank you. So much. You shouldn’t have to be doing this.”

You scoff. “Hey, I’m not some civilian. This is my job, and facing off against The Operator was my choice. We’re gonna make sure you’re okay.”

But he won’t look at you. He’s scared, you can tell, and it’s as much for you as for himself. “You have to understand how badly I want him dead. It’s the only thing that matters, the only thing that keeps me going. There’s no normal life for me after…after all this. There’s only his death. If it weren’t for the possibility that you can give me an opening, that I can actually take him down… I’d tell everyone to stay the hell away. But this may be the best chance anyone’s had in years, and The Operator’s downfall is bigger than just you or me.” He shifts his weight against the pain automatically, hardly noticing it. You wonder how long it’s been since his own pain mattered to him.

You nod. “I don’t plan on fucking this up.” And, because you can’t let that slide without saying something more, you add…

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[thotpuppy]

oooh neat! Tagged by @lucky-bishop

Last movie: I watched elf christmas morning :,^)

Last show: uhhhhh pppprobably the latest season of Lupin on Netflix, watched that in november..?

Last song: Pagan Poetry by Bjork (from my TriReign/Addabge Dmaddiage fic playlist hehe)

Song stuck in my head: For the past two weeks any time i haven't been actively listening to the playlist I've had the Horror and the Wild by the Amazing Devil on loop in my brain, specifically the line where he goes "welcome to my table bring your hunGER" its just so good so good im obsessed w them

Favorite color: toxic waste green

Currently reading: good question tbh I have Dark Rise by CS Pacat sitting on my coffee table but im being bad abt it. i WANT to read it but i just haven't had a real opportunity to sit and read

Currently watching: bruh i haven't watched anything since xmas im sorry lmao

Next on your to watchlist: i literally purchased buffy season 1 on dvd to try and make myself rewatch it (and make bonnie watch it) but she managed to start without me and therefore i haven't touched it

Currently consuming: cold coffee :,(

Currently craving: medium ice coffee 3 cream 3 liquid sugar and limited edition Pink Velvet swirl from dunkin donuts.

Sweet/spicy/savory: gimma da sugar baybee

Relationship status: i have a puppy hehe uwu

Current obsession: Peter Hale's inner voice, desires, and machinations

3 favorite foods: not to be a fuckin weeb, but uh - tonkatsu ramen (LOADED with everything but hold the menma because its gross), golden curry chicken over rice (the way i make it at home though), and potatoes. just... everything made from potato is good. they're the real super food.

Last thing you googled: throne (image) lmao... the last like, "fact" i googled was what they called bathrooms in europe circa 1300 iirc

Dream trip: i want to go to japan for a restaurant tour. i don't care about shopping or sightseeing, i just want to eat food.

Anything I want right now: i want an iced coffee i didn't make at home. i also want to be writing my fanfic so bad. ive passed 24k. im crying. im weeping. im so excited!

no pressure tags! @endwersed @whimsicalmeerkat @renmackree @sinnabon-cosplay @cardboardslugs

[guysgoneexposed]

Shower tales: HankyPanky

Josh: Oh good! I thought Hank was supposed to have already started working on my new shower. Something must have come up, which is great for me. The warm water wasn't working at the gym, so I need to take a quick shower before work. Hank and I go way back(kind of), I had a huge crush on him back in High School, but I don't think he even knew I existed. I assumed the water would already be off, but it looks like there's time for one last quick shower. I guess Hank is starting tomorrow? I'm kind of excited to be seeing more of him in person again, I was so excited to see he was working here in town. He also doesn't know I know about his secret online persona : HankyPanky. I was actually the anonymous fan of his that inspired him to start sharing himself online all those years ago. I've been his biggest fan and supporter ever since. I've seen every inch of him, and I'm so thankful he is so willing to share all of his naughty adventures. He is also a contractor that does all sorts of renovations. I am paying him well, because I've heard he does wonderful work. When we met last week to talk about what I wanted, it was is if we were in High School all over again... I went from a confident adult to a puddle of mumbling shyness on seeing how well he has aged. I don't think he even remembers me. He had some great ideas, and I just kept trying to sound like a normal person, and my words kept failing me. Gosh he's so damn hot.

Hank: Josh has no idea how hot he is. He is so adorable, always has been. I spent most of High School crushing on him, wishing he'd make a move. HankyPanky all started because of him. Someone anonymously suggested that I start sharing my beautiful body with the world online , so I created this online persona and it quickly went from thirst traps to full on everything anyone wanted. I have one mega fan that pays for all sorts of kinky things and basically keeps food on my table. Ive been making content for him for years and have never met him. We are so connected, it's like he knows my deepest darkest secrets and loves who I am any ways. I've always dreamed it was Josh, and pretend I'm doing it all for him... but I know that's just too good to be true... a guy can dream. When Josh called to see if I could help out with a new shower, I jumped at the chance. I even moved some other jobs around on my schedule to make sure I got the job. I always take 'before' images of my work so I can show off the transformation. I was supposed to start this morning, but I forgot my camera at home. I told Josh to expect the water to be off most of the week. He said he'd just shower at the gym. I have this kink where I like taking nudes in my clients homes and posting them online. It's something my number one fan suggested and has kind of become my thing. I have quite the following of folks who love seeing be be very very naughty in strangers homes. I'm kind of excited to get naked in Josh's house. Seeing him again after all these years, proves he still takes my breath away. He tries so hard to impress and fumbles, but that just makes him all the sexier. I am going to take my sweet time redoing his shower to maximize the potential for connecting with him. I feel like I might shoot my shot with him, of there is any chance to have something with him... I want to try. Back at his house with my camera, I start to get excited at stripping off in HIS house. As soon as I get inside, I peel off my clothes and take a few pics in his kitchen and living room... then decide to head up stairs to his bathroom to get some of my before shots.

Josh: Hank almost always takes nudes in his client's home. I should know... I'm his biggest fan. Fingers crossed I'll get to see those nudes of him in MY house. It'd be a dream come true. His hot body showing off where I spend most of my time naked. Enough fantasizing, time for a quick shower before work! One last shower in my old shower. I peel my clothes off and throw them in the washer and walk naked up to my bathroom. I turn the shower on and let it warm up. I lather up and start touching myself just drooling over the idea of Hank getting naked in my house, knowing I'll get to see him enjoying himself and working on MY shower. I spent all those years to scared to even say hi to him, and now we're both adults and I have nothing to lose. I want to tell him I'm his biggest fan and tell him I want him. I think we're perfect for each other, maybe I'll ask him out for dinner to celebrate a job well done? Just as I finish rinsing off, I hear a camera shutter click and look up to see Hank standing there BUTT ASS NAKED taking pictures of me... me... NAKED!

[thewitcheswitch89]

The Witches Image

Papa Emeritus IV - Part 4

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Notes: mentioning of blood

I spent the whole day reading the dark script. I went through all the steps of the ritual. And even though I knew what to expect, I couldn't stop the excitement from growing inside me.

Madison had tried to persuade me to eat, but I could barely get anything down. Just thinking about tonight made me feel sick again. Lost in thought, I kept scratching the wound on my shoulder that wouldn't stop itching. As if it wanted to make sure I didn't forget it existed. Even the music couldn't distract me. On the contrary, Copia's voice made me even more nervous.

He would perform the ritual, and I couldn't avoid him. After the incident outside Sister Imperator's office, I had tried to avoid him all week. But as soon as I closed my eyes in the evening, I saw his face. His white eyes that cast a spell over me.

I still wondered what had happened that day. The way he had touched me, his sudden closeness. The way he looked at me. How had it come to this? And why hadn't I been able to keep my mouth shut? 'That feels good', why did my brain always have to have such lapses? I buried my face in my hands at the thought. Lucifer, I was such an idiot...an embarrassing idiot.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a soft knock on my door. I glanced at my alarm clock. It was just before 11 pm.

"Yes!" I got up from my bed and turned off the system.

Madison opened the door. She was already wearing her habit and had hidden her blonde hair under her black veil.

"It's time!" she said, looking at me with concern. "You look tired."

"Yes! I've been trying to study all day...now I feel like I've been run over!" I replied, taking the white dress off the hanger. I’d have to wear it to the ritual. It was more like a loose-fitting nightgown with long sleeves, knee-length.

"You've got this!" She gave me a little smile and nodded encouragingly.

I followed her. Out of the room, down the hall to the chapel. We stopped in front of an old wooden door with iron rivets. I smelled herbs and oils. Madison knocked, and Sister Imperator opened the door.

"Come in!" She stepped aside to reveal a tub. Three sisters in habits stood next to it. I recognized them; I had seen them at meals. They nodded and smiled. Madison took the nightgown and put it on a chair.

"Sister Lia," Sister Imperator said, placing an arm on my shoulder. I swallowed against the lump in my throat. "It's time now. Please undress to receive your ablution."

I nodded, feeling a bit nervous, and glanced at Madison. She nodded back. I got out of my clothes and handed them to Madison, who took them. I was completely exposed, so I made sure to cover the wound with my hair. I didn't want to have to answer any awkward questions. Sister Imperator looked me over from head to toe, which made my face flush. I was tempted to cover myself with my hands. But she smiled at me and nodded towards the tub. One of the three sisters helped me in and I closed my eyes as I felt the hot, fragrant water cover my nakedness. They began to wash my back, arms and face with a sponge. They murmured prayers as they did so. They were addressing them to Lilith.

After what seemed like an interminable wait, Sister Emperor's voice rang out: "It's time! Come out and meet your destiny, my child!"

I let out a sigh as I stepped out of the warm water and into the cold. Madison helped me dry off with a towel. I would have loved to get back into my warm clothes. The ritual required me to wear only this nightgown. I was supposed to give in completely to the dark lord. All I had to do was wear a thin layer of fabric between us. After a short time, my feet felt like ice, and the cold made its way up my body, causing me to shiver.

"My child, please proceed to receive the unholy mass." Sister Imperator nodded to Madison, Who helped me out of the room with a gentle nudge.

"Are you okay?" she asked as soon as we were alone in the candlelit hallway.

"I'm freezing my ass off!" I replied. This made Madison laugh. She briefly stroked my back.

"I can see it!" I sighed, wanting nothing more than to cross my hands in front of my chest.

"Okay, come on, we can't be late! Otherwise Imperator will kill us!"

It was time. When we got to the big door that led to the chapel, I took a deep breath. Madison made sure she walked behind me as I approached Primo, who was standing in front of the door in his black choir robe. The candles cast shadows on his wrinkled face, which was adorned with black and white makeup, making him look even more sinister. But it was standard practice for those in higher positions to show off their unholiness with this makeup at events like this. Nobody should doubt their unholiness.

I stood in front of him, making sure not to break eye contact.

"I beseech you, let me in, for I am a sinner." My voice was shaky and uncertain. Primo lifted his chin and looked at me with a furrowed brow. I had to pull myself together. I couldn't mess this up. Primo ran his eyes over my trembling body and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

„Those who are truly sinful are the only ones who are permitted to enter the presence of the Dark Lord!“, His voice, firm and convincing, bounced off the walls. I swallowed and tried to calm my racing heart. Lia, you can do better than that!

"I beseech you, let me in, for I am a sinner." My voice came across better this time. But it still didn't seem to be enough to convince Primo.

„Those who are truly sinful are the only ones who are permitted to enter the presence of the Dark Lord!“ His voice seemed to mock me and I could feel the impatience growing inside me. I was cold and I hadn't eaten all day. I wanted to finally get this over with. Primo's grin widened. I breathed harder, clenching my hands into fists next to my body. Inside, I cursed his stupid grin. I knew he was teasing me and he had succeeded.

"I entreat you to permit my entry, for I AM a sinner.", My voice echoed in the dark corridor, and I cringed a little. Primo looked down.

"Open wide the door, open wide the gate...The Lord welcomes you...because you are a sinner!"  he said, his voice loud and dark. Not long after that, the doors to the chapel slid open. Primo nodded to me and stepped aside.

The chapel was lit by candles. The pews were filled to capacity. Faces in shadows, their eyes fixed on me as I walked slowly down the aisle to the altar. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. I could feel Madison behind me, and I felt a little better.

In the front pews sat the most senior members of the order. Next to Sister Imperator, Papa Nihil, Secondo, and Terzo. Terzos gaze remained fixed on my chest as I walked past them.

Copia took his position in front of the altar. When our eyes met, I had to pull myself together not to give in to the urge to avoid his intense gaze. This gaze that completely captivated me and made me unable to think about anything else.

I stopped in front of the steps leading to the altar, my gaze fixed on Copia. He smiled and came over to me. He motioned for me to kneel down with a gesture of his hand. When my knees hit the cushion, I let out a soft sigh, still watching him. I noticed Madison standing a few meters away. As the guests sat down, i could hear the rustling of fabric.

Copia came over and I looked up at him. His makeup was on point, no smudges, the black lines were sharp over the white paint.

It was only then that I realized how subdued my position was. His body seemed to literally hover over me, his dark gaze on me for a second too long, scrutinizing every inch of me. The thin night shirt didn't leave much room for imagination.

A soft clearing of the throat. Copia turned his gaze to the chapel and the person behind me.

"Brothers and sisters...We have gathered here today to welcome this sinner into our unholy covenant" He said, his voice dark and beautiful. His eyes were on me again, expectant, almost demanding.

"Are you ready to sacrifice your soul to the Dark Lord? So answer...Yes, I am!", holding out his hands, he leaned towards me a little.

"Yes... I am!" My voice seemed convincing and strong despite my excitement. Copia couldn't hide a benevolent smile as he drew in a sharp breath and continued speaking.

"So call him by his names and he will hear you! ", placing his fingers under my chin, he nodded to me. His touch gave me goose bumps and I shivered under his gaze. Swallowing hard, I tried to remember the names.

"Belial...Behemoth...Beelzebub...Asmodeus...Satan...Lucifer!" I cried, feeling a knot in my stomach as he removed his hand from my chin, the black leather cool against my skin.

"Glory to Satan!",  the chapel resounded in chorus. With one last look, Copia turned his back on me and walked to the altar. Where he raised the large chalice and held it in the direction of the devil's figure.

 „In the present moment, we call upon you, Satan, the fallen angel who was banished from heaven. We ask that you bless this wine and transform it into your own blood, there by making this oath and this sister yours!“.

"Glory to Satan!".

His richly decorated mitre shone in the light of the candles, his mozetta played around his chest as he approached me with the chalices.

"Rise, brothers and sisters!" he demanded with a serious look. His eyes seemed to darken as he turned his gaze back to me. The smile had disappeared.

"Our father, who is in hell,

Unholy his name,

Curses his daughters and sons

Before your archenemy,

Who is guilty

Of desecrating thy kingdom.

For thine is the kingdom, the darkness

Forever and ever...

Glory be to Satan!"

The voices fell silent and I took a sip from the goblet, sweet wine slid pleasantly down my throat.

"Glory to Satan... Glory to Satan... Glory to Satan!".

With my eyes fixed on Copia, I put the cup to my lips again.

"Glory be to Satan...Glory be to Satan...Glory be to Satan!".

His lips parted, dark eyes scrutinizing my wine-soaked lips as I took another sip.

"Glory be to Satan...Glory be to Satan...Glory be to Satan!".

I ran my tongue over my lower lip to take in the last drop of wine. And I saw Copia swallow hard before I handed him the chalice again and he put it back on the altar.

Then he turned back to the statue, lifted up a host, blessed it and approached me, willingly i open my mouth. The host was sweet and dissolved on my tongue.

"Glory be to Satan...Glory be to Satan...Glory be to Satan!".

Clearing his throat, he turned to Madison: "Do you swear, Sister of Sin... to bear witness to this sister's unholiness. To accompany her on her path. And to support her on her dark path to Lucifer and to uphold her dark faith. That her soul may only light up in darkness!".

"Glory be to Satan!".

Madison raised her hand to swear, "As I stand here in the eye of the dark lord, I do!". 

"Glory be to Satan!".

He turned to the altar and handed Madison an athame. I hated this part.

"So take her blood, so the oath can't be broken!"

Copia turned to the altar, picked up the Unholy Scripture, and stepped in front of me. My knees were killing me as I stood up. Madison took my right hand, gave me an apologetic look, and then stabbed the tip of the athame into the top of my finger. After a brief stabbing pain, blood ran down my finger. I turned to Copia, who held out the page with the contract. It was a contract with Satan to dedicate my soul to him. I looked for a free line. Many had signed before me, leaving brown dried blood with each signature.

I climbed a step up to him and signed my name with my blood in Satan's book.

"Glory to Satan...Glory to Satan...Glory to Satan!".

As soon as I wrote my name in the book, I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. It spread from my shoulder across my entire body, and everything went dark.

„ Bibe me...Manducare me...videam lucem...veni ad me...ego sum tu...tu me..."

Lilith lifted her head and seemed to want to escape Satan's grip around her waist. Her eyes flashed red, and her hair framed her face as she turned to me. Her voice echoed in my ears, though her lips did not move.

"Vocavie te ...venisti...traxi te...tu pertinent et Me"....

Her arms were outstretched towards me. "ita sit"

her hand grabbed my forehead and pushed it back with a lot of force. A loud laugh rang out. Then I hit the cold ground beneath me. The shadows grew longer and enveloped me. The pain in my shoulder was just a faint echo.

Tranlation:

Bibe me...Manducare me...videam lucem...veni ad me...ego sum tu...tu me..

"Eat me...Chew me...I saw the light...I came to you...I am you...You are me..."

Vocavie te ...venisti...traxi te...tu pertinent et Me

You came to me...I brought you here...you belong to Me

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[non-fantasy]

this isn't for the ask game I'm just curious! I know your a big liphiyo shipper but what are your thoughts on the other hiyori ships? like asuka x hiyori, mona x hiyori, juri x hiyori, chizuru x hiyori, nagisa x hiyori and hina x hiyori?

oh! sorry i am late getting to this, anon, i was in the basement. i have a lot of thoughts!

i like asuka/hiyori as an explanation of canon, mostly? i dont know how to put this but like. i dont want them in a relationship but exploring the dynamic of hiyori liking him is so interesting to me. because the entire point is exploring the typical shoujo love at first sight storyline! hiyori falls for this guy and it's explored that she really is just romanticizing a guy she barely knows and that he really isn't the perfect prince she's imagining. like it's the idealization of an image he can never live up to, one that is more forced on him than a reflection of who he is, and then hiyori realizing that and being okay with it. i am in love with the exploration of immature first loves that become happy bittersweet memories. sometimes your first love ISN'T like the ones out of romance movies or manga or stories and THAT'S OKAY! hiyori moves on! she becomes his friend instead! because this is a story about how the experience changed her as a person and helped her grow closer to aizo and yujiro!

mona and hiyori are very cute and i wrote them a hundred fics one week. the only thing is that like. i super hardcore headcanoned mona as aroace and it's hard for me to like, unwire that to ship her with people? like ive only managed that an utterly miniscule amount of times compared to the total amount of fics ive written. so like all of my attempts to write hiyomona fics i have actually been fighting my instinct to say mona is aroace.

juri and hiyori are cute but to be honest i've actually fallen in love with juri/kodai as a ship since their mvs came out! so my image of juri/hiyori is mostly "they are smooching and they told their boyfriends and their boyfriends are fine with it"

hiyori/chizuru occupies a funny space in my head because. chizuru is insane and punched hiyori in the face out of love for aizo, BUT, if you can't tell from my love for liphiyo, i love shipping hiyori with tsunderes, and there is something insanely funny to me about the idea of chizuru being in denial that she loves hiyori even as she's replacing her aizo shrine with a hiyori shrine. like it's funny but also if i stop to think about it long enough that would be an incredibly fucked up dynamic

nagisa/hiyori is like? i actually love childhood friends and pining guys and i adore ships with that dynamic in other media but. but this is the series with liphiyo in it and liphiyo rewrote my brain wiring? like if liphiyo weren't there and nagisa were introduced sooner i might have liked it but my brain just focuses on liphiyo more

hina/hiyori is cute! i do like hiyori adoring her senpai and i think the idea of kotaro competing with hiyori is funny.

tl:dr : every ship except asuka/hiyori and mona/hiyori is a "if liphiyo didn't exist i might have gone insane over it" and mona/hiyori is just like. i struggled with writing mona romance fics because of my aroace mona headcanon until i just ultimately gave up on writing her dating anyone and just had her be besties. asuka/hiyori is just like. i love the realistic take on moving on from your first love so i like the dynamic independent of liphiyo but also. it's a dynamic that hinges on them never getting together

[arloconroy]

Story of the bar.

The sudden thud of my boots against the hardwood floor seems to alert my presence to the occupants of the entire bar, I gulp as I feel the piercing gaze of a million, well not a million but even a few eyes can feel like thousands when you're not even sure if you should be there. I manage to stop myself from shaking as I continue to walk into the bar, the sudden click and clang of the wooden door's metallic latch shutting behind me makes me almost jump out of my skin.

I keep taking steps, counting them as I go, watching my feet and examining the pattern to the wood grain, trying to make my steps match up to distinct lines that run along each floor board. I take a deep breath as I sit on the upholstered bar stool, as I pull the chair a couple inches away from the counter I pay close attention to the rough feeling of the embroidered pattern in the fabric, subtly tracing it with my fingers before swiftly sitting down, my hand gripping the counter as I try to balance myself and sit comfortably. I tap my fingers against the counter, one two three, I think to myself, one two three, the rhythm sending a calming feeling through me.

I quickly flick my eyes up, remembering to smile in the awkward way I do. "A whiskey on the rocks, please" The sentence repeats itself in my head, maybe five times as I try to get the attention of the bartender. I never do this well, thankfully I know this bartender, he's nice. He asks for my order and I manage to ask for a whiskey. He smiles and I smile back, like you do. I fiddle with my wallet, getting my debit card between my fingers The raised ridges on the card grazing against my skin as I flip it over and over again, that grazing sensation pleasing my brain in a way I've never been able to explain.

When my drink appears, I hand over the card and pay. He starts to talk to me "I've not seen you for a while, how have you been?" He asks, I take a moment to think, my eyes seeming glazed over as I stare at the slightly ripped label of a bottle of alcohol behind him. I quickly answer "I've been good, just been traveling"

"Nice, where?"

"oh, well I started by visiting Ireland for a couple weeks, which was fun a bit wet though. then I got the plane to Germany, which took so long, didn't sleep though but I did manage to catch up on some reading. See theres this new book I love and I've been meaning to finish reading the series but I keep getting distracted and not listening to it. Its an audio book by the way.." I realize, a little too late, that ive been talking for too long and probably a little too fast. The previous smile on my face fades as I start talking again, making sure to be extra quiet since I tend to start shouting like a damn banshee when I get excited "Sorry, I got a little distracted there. I've gone around a few places in Europe, visited japan too. My Japanese skills finally came in useful" I finished, talking decently slowly as I force myself to think carefully before I speak. The bartender gets back to his work and I sigh, taking a long swig of my whiskey.

I look around, my eyes a few details. Like the pealing paint in places and how the patterns in some of the wood furnishings/detailing all look like faces. Then I realize I actually have a reason to be here. Theres a certain human that invited me here. My incessant brain is already thinking of everything that will happen, already trying to think of how I should talk to them and what I should say, maybe even what they'll say, I resist the temptation to image my conversations with them out loud. I always imagine things, its why I write stories. I love to image how conversations with people would go and how my life could plan out. Like who I might meet or date or be friends with and the amount of arguments ive had with people without having them with people is insane.

I unlock my phone and check the time. I turn my phone off before unlocking it again and checking the time again, this time reading the numbers closely. converting that 19:00 to 7:00, a task that I've always liked. My foot starts to tap on the bottom bar of the stool, as I turn my phone off and unlock it a series of times. Each time trying to calm the anxious voices in my head that force me to check the messages that I clearly read and remember reading "Meet at the bar at 7:30" still I scroll through the display of messages until I see that specific one.

My nerves are slightly calmed at the almost hug like comfort the existence of this message gives me. However I see that the numbers now say 19:30 and I start to panic again, even the oddly calming routine of converting 19:30 to 7:30 doesn't seem to ease the growing panic deep in my head, in a part I've never been able to comfort.

Time tics on for a couple more minutes, the continuous tapping of my foot starting to cramp the muscles of my right leg. I force my foot to stay still and begin that same rhythmic tapping of my fingers against my leg as I stare at the un-opening door, waiting for that certain curly haired person to appear.

[dausy]

I have a busy next week coming up. If I don't get fired monday or quit my job on the spot I plan to work all week but I have to leave work early on thursday which will totally screw over my coworkers and then at that point make my boss mad at me and then possibly fire me for that reason. But holy run-on sentence batman, I shouldn't be going into work at all, I have the day off and it is a nicety that I am coming in to take the abuse so they should be thankful for me going in for the time I am.

Thursday, I'm off to get my hair did and then running home to change into a ballgown and pretend I know how to do make up and then we are off the the ball. Literally. Have a ball that night. Should be fun. Immediately the next morning we are waking up early, dropping the dog off at the boarders and then driving to Arizona. My SiL is graduating college and her college kind of screwed up the graduation date and now like..nobody can make it..so we are going to be extra nice family members and drive 8 hours there and then 8 hours back. I have actually done this before for my youngest sisters high school graduation. It does get harder to do the older I get though.

This weekend I don't think we are doing much of anything. I did the teeniest bit of art but I feel like I'm so tired, just sitting up I feel drunk and drowsy and I just want to sleep. Tomorrow I think we are going to a farmers market. I really wanted to go to another National Park but we are already boarding our dog a lot...

Yesterday was busy too. I went in and had my very first ever MRI. I'm fine. I've been a chronic head-ache sufferer my entire life and my doctor said "have you ever had imaging?" and I said "no" and she's like "well lets just get imagine" so we did. It only got rescheduled multiple times though. It wasn't bad. I did get stuck twice for an IV..I was trying not to judge skills and all...but I could have did it better. I was really dehydrated though. I know everybody says that (because they do) but they did tell me no food or drink after midnight and I wonder if they did that on purpose to see if it would give me a headache and it did. The MRI itself was fine, throw in a couple massages and I would have been asleep. By the time I could out of the test which took an entire hour, by eyes were super red and swollen. Just from being drowsy, hungry and thirsty. We got korean chipotle immediately after and I got coffee and I got the migraine from hell. I had to go home and sit in the bath for a long time. I did eventually start to feel better in the evening after taking all the drugs in my medicine cabinet because I was pretty determined I wanted to see the Lt Dan Band play. Gary Sinese was playing a free concert in the park next to my house. We went and watched for a while. I got food truck sushi served to me by what looked like a 10 year old. It was pretty good. But now I can say I've seen Gary Sinese and I got a tshirt. The sucky part was the weather was extremely windy. I don't understand why military bases cant be in places with decent weather.

[storm-driver]

danny phantom, king of trans allegory, intentional or not. \

i'm rereading it right now because i've been so distinctly obsessed with character choices. now that ive got a clearer head and the freedom of 'not-working-tomorrow-yay', i have been Staring at the way dash reacted to danny's scars when he came back.

like yeah, he's a bitch ass motherfucker, and i absolutely got bullied in high school the same way danny did. i've been kicked when i was already down, and that shit is degrading. but it genuinely shocked me when dash STOPPED hitting him. because he noticed all the blood pooling out. especially right after danny had accidentally reopened the wound with all the heaving, and i know how much it hurts WITHOUT a giant scar into your chest cavity. i can't imagine the agony of it besides the author giving us their best interpretation of it.

dash genuinely getting concerned, but unsure of what to do because holy shit, he's probably only wailed on danny to a point where he doesn't find it amusing anymore. not to a point where danny is LITERALLY BLEEDING OUT. i can never defend bullying, but the idea of one swift punch causing that much damage must be TRAUAMTIZING in a way that is deserved. and even though dash slowly goes back to his antics, the mention that he didn't bother danny for like, what, a week? there was something there that made him realize he went too far. and he couldn't have possibly realized he was going too far the way the reader knows, because dash has no clue about danny's powers or his alter life. the fact that he stops means he REALLY took it personally, on himself, that he caused that much damage. i feel like i'm not making sense, but maybe i am.

it's probably just me as well, but the Visual Horror implanted in my head when tucker and sam came down the stairs and saw the room just painted in green. danny laying on the table limp, blood splattered all over, nothing but trauma and horror on his face. the idea that sam and tucker couldn't bring themself to do anything at first because the severity of the situation had just NOT sunk in right away. meanwhile danny, who's been living this nightmare for days, must've been internally begging them to realize FASTER.

they had to make themselves realize that, yeah! their best friend got captured by his parents and cut open and they tore apart his chest cavity while strapped to a table. and then they just left him like that. hardly a sterile environment. on the cusp of some horror novel shit happening if they decided to turn him over. and he was CONSCIOUS FOR ALL OF IT. maybe under some super insane anesthetics for it, but also NOT THE ENTIRE TIME. i can't. i cannot begin to image how SICKENING it would feel to have a hand prodding around inside you, a place that is foreign to feel ANYTHING in.

ohhgdsfhsh it makes me shudder just thinking about it.

guy who just read his first vivisection fic

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cautious/Brave ~ Andy Barber

Summary: After the events surrounding Jacob's murder trial and the car accident, Andy finds himself lost as he grieves next to Jacob's bedside. Coming to terms with everything he has lost, waiting for Jacob to wake up, he finds solace with the one person in charge of Jacob's care. A sweet nurse who cares not just for her patients, but their families as well...

Word Count: 1.9K

Song: Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCarthy (performed by Boyce Avenue)

Warnings: spoilers for the end of Defending Jacob; angst; fluff

Part One of Two

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Cautious Part one

TWO MONTHS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Andy Barber walked into the hospital room, a defeated look on his face, a manila envelope in his hand. He stopped just inside the doorway, taking in the image of his son. Jacob was still comatose, hooked up to machines to help him breathe and keep his systems going. He sighed, shaking his head in sorrow. He missed Jacob's smile, his humor, his laugh.

Laurie couldn't deal with what she had done. She left after spending a couple of weeks in the hospital. The divorce papers were delivered this morning. Andy couldn't bring himself to open them yet. He moved over to the side of Jacob's bed and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Hi buddy." He sat in his usual chair, talking to his only child, willing him to wake up.

You were Jacob's nurse. You came in every day, checking his vitals, changing the IV bags, making sure that he was comfortable. You walked into Jacob's room, distracted by a page you were getting that you missed his dad sitting with him. "Oh, Mr. Barber, I'm sorry. I'll come back."

"No, YN, its ok. I'm early. Please do what you need to do. How is he doing today?"

You checked Jacob's vitals. "He's holding steady." You looked into Andy's sad blue eyes. "I'm sorry I don't have better news."

"It's ok, YN. Thank you for taking care of him."

"It's my pleasure. I try to visit when I have time. I've been reading him this." You hold up your book.

"The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Interesting."

"My niece recommended it. She knew Jacob from school." You chew your bottom lip, nervous about your admission.

"Oh." He looked down. "Tell her thank you."

"I will." You got another page. "I'll be back. See you later Mr. Barber."

"Andy. Call me Andy."

"Ok. Andy." You smiled at him and he smiled back, the first time you had ever seen him smile. It beautiful. You walk out of the room still smiling.

THREE MONTHS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

You are making your rounds on your patients. You hum along with a song in your head and head into Jacob's room. You look to see if Andy is there but he isn't. Slightly disappointed, you check on Jacob, changing out his IV and making sure that he is stable.  You had become friends with Andy, talking every day, getting to know one another. You got to know the real Andy not the one the media likes to portray.

"I brought you a coffee," a voice behind you says, startling you. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Its ok Andy. I was just focused on this IV bag connection. Thank you," you took the coffee from his hand. "How was the case today?"

"Pretty easy. Cops mishandled the evidence and my client walked. Joanna was right, I am kinda good at this." Andy smiled. He had taken a job with Joanna Klein's firm instead of going back to the district attorney's office. He helped those he could, hoping for redemption to bring back his son.

"That's great Andy. I'm proud of you." And you are, really. Andy was a good man dealt a horrible hand.

"How was today?" He asked as he sat next to Jacob.

"The physical therapist was here, moving him around so he doesn't get stiff. I think the doctor wanted to talk to you about some of the test results. He should be here in a few minutes." You update the chart.

"Thanks, YN. Reading anything new?"

"We moved on to Harry Potter. I wanted a comfort read."

"Good choice. You can't go wrong with Harry Potter." He sipped his coffee with a smile. "Do you think he can hear us?"

"I like to think so. I like to keep that positive thought." You smile at Jacob. "He looks like a good kid."

"He is the best. He was always positive. Even during everything." You could see a tear forming in Andy's eye. You grabbed a tissue box and handed it to him. "Thanks."

"You know, it's not just the patients we care for on this floor. We care for the family as well. If you need to talk, just let me know." You patted his hand. He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. "You are the sweetest. Thank you."

You blushed and had just moved away when the doctors came in. "Hi Andy. We got some updates."

"I'll just step out," you say, walking quickly out but glancing back at Andy, who smiled.

You make it back to the nurse's station and your friend Renee notices your flushed cheeks. "You ok YN?"

"Yeah, just had moment is all." You grabbed the next chart you needed to work on.

"Nothing to do with the handsome worried father in there would it?" Renee said with a twinkle in her eye. You didn't answer, your blush answered for you.

"I got another patient," and you walked away.

FOUR MONTHS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

"You've never been outside of Massachusetts?"

"I've never had a chance. Went from school to school to become the nurse you see today." You smile at Andy. "I've been a busy girl."

"I see that. But if you could, where would you go?"

"First thought, New York. I really want to see a musical or something. Then London."

"Ah, a romantic. I like it," he says with a chuckle.

"A hidden one but yes. My minor in school was English lit. I love to read, obviously but I always wanted to visit the places my heroes were. But the call to help was greater." You leaned against the door frame, enjoying your time with Andy.

"That's sweet." Andy swallowed, unsure if he could say what he wanted to ask. "YN, you never talk about your home life."

"Oh." The statement took you by surprise. "Well, I live alone with my dog, Punkie."

"Punkie? Like the TV Show?"

You blush, "yeah. It was one of my favorites."

Andy throws his head back laughing, his hand on his chest. You huff slightly, annoyed at his laughter. He sees your face and calms down. "Sorry, sweetheart. Its just, you look a little young to have seen Punkie Brewster."

"I watched the re-runs." You finished updating the chart and started to walk out, your feelings hurt. You felt a hand on your arm.

"I'm sorry YN. I didn't mean to insult you or anything." Andy's eyes pleaded with you not to be mad.

"Its ok Andy. I should go." You left the room. You walked pass the station, needing a moment to yourself. You didn't know why Andy's comment hurt you. Yes, you were younger than he was but that didn't mean you were immature. You wiped your face and took a couple of breaths before walking back to the nurse's station.

Renee never missed a beat. "You alright YN?"

"I'm fine Renee. Reality just hit me hard right now."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Just realizing that maybe having a crush is a bad idea." You look at the next chart. "Especially since it's against hospital policy."

"Oh, honey. Andy, right?"

"God Renee I'm so stupid. He sees me as the young kid nurse. And I just realized that I like to spend time with him, but he doesn't see me as anything more." You sigh. "I'm just setting myself up for heartbreak."

"You never know, sweetie." Renee sympathized. "Sometimes you can't help it when you spend so much time with someone."

"Thanks Renee." You walked away to your next patient. You hadn't seen Andy standing close by, having heard everything you said.

He went back into Jacob's room and sat down. Did he think of you as just the nurse? Maybe at the beginning when he had to deal with the divorce. He hadn't told anyone that Laurie relinquished her parental rights and left everything to Andy. It was a comfort to have you talk to him about anything other than real life. He liked getting to know you. He loved that you cared about Jacob so much. He hadn't meant anything by his comment. Now, he didn't know if everything was going to change.

FIVE MONTHS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

You walked into Jacob's room and found Andy asleep in the chair. He had been throwing himself into work since you started to pull away. You didn't want to have your heart broken over a stupid crush. But the sight of him, legs propped up on the edge of Jacob's bed, arms crossed as he slept tugged at your heart. You grabbed a blanket and carefully covered him, protecting him from the cold air that the air conditioning pushed.

You went to check on Jacob. While you worked, you whispered to Jacob, "I wish I knew you. You seem sweet. But you keep fighting. I'll be here every step of the way."

Andy woke up as you were talking to Jacob. Even if things were off between the two of you, you still cared for his son. He watched as you brushed the hair from Jacob's face, almost motherly. You kissed Jacob's forehead and headed out quietly.

Andy realized that he started to fall for the sweet nurse who loved his son.

SIX MONTHS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

You arrived at the nurse's station for your shift. It was early in the morning, and you yawned as you gathered your charts.

"This is for you."

You turned to see Andy with a cup of coffee.

"Thanks Andy. You didn't have to."

"Yes, I did. Do you think you have a moment to talk?"

"Sure, of course." You headed into Jacob's room for some privacy. "What's up?"

"I don't like what happened to us. We were getting close and then you pulled away. I know I upset you when I laughed but I don't understand why you pulled away."

"Andy, I..."

"Look, I know that its probably against some ethical thing but can I take you to lunch?" His eyes were hopeful.

"Andy, if I could, I would. But why? I'm just your son's nurse."

"YN, you are so much more than that. You care about Jacob. I know you talk to him, not just read. I saw you that day, caring for him. You put the blanket on me."

"I care for my patients and their families." You look down, not wanting to admit the feelings that were still there and growing for Andy.

"YN, sweetheart." He put his finger on your chin and gently lifted you head. "You're not alone. I feel something for you too."

"I can't Andy. I could lose my job." A single tear fell. "I'm sorry." You started to turn away.

"Please don't go. YN, please."

"What am I supposed to do Andy?"

"Just tell me I'm not alone in this. Please?"

You looked into his blue eyes. You could see the hope in them, the longing for the answer he knew was there. "You're not alone," you whispered. You pulled yourself away from him and went back to the nurse's station. You tried to calm yourself but nothing worked. Renee saw your face and pulled you aside.

"Honey? What happened?"

"He likes me too. But I can't. The hospital would fire me."

"Oh, sweetie." She wrapped her arms around you and let you cry. You felt your heart break into a million pieces.

Brave - Part 2

[mmollymercury]

Character ask game: Bruno

BRUNITO!! HERE WE GO BABYYYY

⚧ - Pronoun hc: he/him.

🏳️‍⚧️- Gender hc: a cissy male,, but I also like the hc that he's trans (AFAB)💖

🏳️‍🌈- Orientation hc: asexual aromatic 😭✊

🌌- zodiac sign hc: I think the triplets were all born on October 17th, the start of the thousand day's war. So he's a Libra ♎💖💖

🧠- MBTI/Enneagram hc: legit had to google this, its that personality test with all the funky letters... honestly its too complex for my little brain and I think Bruno would say the same, he'd probably say something like: I don't know! Urm... I guess I have average personality *awkward smile*

❤- OTP hc: Bruno & himself 🥰🫂🫂

🧡- Everyone I ship with this character: ...😶

💛- Brotp: the FAB trio! Otherwise known as: Bruno, Félix and Agustín 🥰

💚- Notp: just... basically anything that's romantic 😭

💙- Crossover ship: Bruno and the onceler- jk NOONE-

💜- Crossover non-ship relationship I like: I'm not really big into crossovers (excluding Roger Rabbit, of course🐰) but I've seen some cute art of Bruno and Hector from coco interacting, so them🥰

📖- AU I'd like to see them in: Love me a good modern AU. I always smile at the idea of Bruno watching ratatouille after coming out the walls and being absolutely GLUED to the TV😭😭

❤🩹- Angsty hc: I love projecting onto my favourite characters, so Bruno has: OCD (this was basically confirmed so YAY! SO HAPPY 🥰🥰), that can be debilitating; an eating disorder, heart palpitations and a tendency to self harm. I mean, he hits his head as a compulsion, as someone who does that too, I can confirm that it is a form of self punishment. Yeah, not fun. And... come on, he was bullied in school, look at him-

💖- Happy hc: HAPPY THINGS! Bruno is an artist, fight me, he excelled at all the creative subjects in school. Hes best uncle😤😤😤 hes like the fun, doesn't shout, laid back uncle and all the kids love him. He loves his little rat babies and coddles them to an insane degree, to the point where Pepa and Julieta are like: are we bad parents/ hj-

😋- Funny/stupid hc: He can be very agile at the weirdest times but hellishly clumsily the rest of the time, I have an image in my head THAT IVE WANTED TO DRAW FOR THE LONGEST TIME, of when he was still the 🌟golden child🌟 and gave an amazingly good vision to this guy, Alma wanted to capture the moment in a picture: so she stands behind him, looking proud, hands on his shoulders, he's smiling all big while holding up the vision and the guy who got it, is standing next to him with a thumbs up... but Bruno’s teeth are like FUCKED UP because a few weeks previously he went flying into a wall and several of them fell out-

🪞- Appearance hc: not sure what to say since we all know what this man looks like... but I do hc him as having really bad acne scars in school, so much so that you can still see some of them.

🥖- Food hc: like I said... he's got eating issues but ignoring that- I think he's generally a bit fussy with his meals (I'm projecting again😶)and has been since he was young, Alma definitely worried over it😫 GIVE THIS WOMAN A BREAK- but I think he favoured salty things and soft meat/ things that don't have a tough consistency.

🛌- Sleep hc: he has sleeping issues ESPECIALLY after years of having to sleep in a chair. But now that he has a bed again, as soon as his back hits that flat soft surface, he's out like a light🥺🥺

🏡- Domestic hc: everyone agrees with this but I'm saying it again! His sisters fuss over him so much and treat him like he's years younger than them❤ Alma too. And for most of his life, he was called "Brunito" by his family, he was only really called "Bruno" if he was in trouble😭

🗡- Badass hc- we all know he'll do anything for his family, he's so selfless, honestly whats more badass than that? He definitely pretended to curse people if they threatened them, being mean to him is okay... but speaking to his family like they owe you something? You're dead.

❓- Anything else you want: hmm hmmmmm,,, what else??? That he gets sick often, always has but now moreso, his family are here to help tho!😭💖💖😫😫😫

[sailorshadzter]

this was in my drafts & i thought it was unfinished but after some minor tweaks i decided it WAS finished.

ive really been thinking about these 2 a lot lately so its fitting i found it, i suppose.

anyways

have some zutara.

The Fire Nation feels calmer than it's felt before, even in the few weeks it's been since her last visit. It's as if each time she arrives, it's to a new place, each time better than the one before. There is a sense of quiet tranquility to the air that was not there before. It is thanks to the new (though, not so new, considering the years that have passed since Zuko's ascension) Fire Lord and Aang that they've come as far as they have as a world. Under the last Fire Lord, there had been war, death, and destruction... But beneath the new... Peace, harmony, and rebirth. It has been a long time coming, like a phoenix rising from the ashes left behind, fragile but growing strong. Soon there would be a day where truly they lived in peace, without fear of rebellion.  

But today was not yet that day.  

She's come because of an incident that had happened in the Earth Kingdom; a band of Fire Nation rebels hiding out just across the border had gotten into a fight with villagers from a small village. It had resulted in no deaths, thankfully, but there had been serious injuries sustained on both sides that had required a healer from the Water Tribes. Hence, her arrival. Besides needing to lend a helping hand to the recovery of those involved, it was required that any time there was a fight between nations, the representative of each would meet to discuss the situation.  

It's early morning when she sets foot in the Fire Nation palace and she finds she's suddenly exhausted from her night of travel. Considering the hour, she makes her way through the familiar halls of the castle, her feet leading the way to her usual rooms- always kept ready for her- and so full of her belongings that one might think she lived there regularly. She thinks she might catch a few hours of sleep before Aang would arrive for the meeting, as he'd been much further inland in the Earth Kingdom than she. Her rooms are one hall over from Zuko's, though she knows it's far too early to give him a greeting. But just as she's taking the turn down the hall to her rooms, she hears the sound of a door opening. "Katara," his smooth, tenor vocals greet, and she can hear the smile in his voice before she turns around to face him.  

"You're up early," she teases as he approaches her, casually dressed in a crimson tunic with his hair tied back. "The sun has only just come up."  

He knows it; he had woken from his slumber just before the sun had come up over the horizon, the images of his dream fading away. It had been a dream of her, it always was, he supposes it always would be. The moment his eyes had opened, he'd felt compelled to dress and watch the sunrise from his window, before, despite the early hour, deciding to step out and perhaps take a walk down to the gardens. And then... There she had been. "I would say the same to you, but it looks like you've not slept all night." Her blue tunic was wrinkled and she looks tired- but the smile she flashes transforms her, changes her.  

"I've not," she admits, "were you going down to the gardens?" She asks, to which he nods, and she falls into step beside him. 

"Shouldn't you sleep?" He asks, though he's filled with warmth, well aware of how her arm brushes against his when they take to the stairs she's only just come up.  

"I will," she shrugs, stifling a yawn as they come upon the main floor. "Aang was a few hours behind me yet, I'll sleep before he comes." Together they step out of the doors that lead into the center courtyard, which by walking down the stone pathway, leads them towards the gardens. "How are things?" She asks then, shifting her gaze towards him as they head to their usual spot beside the pond that sits at the very center of the garden. The garden is overflowing with lush greenery and sunset colored flowers of every kind, far more in bloom this morning than ever before.  

Zuko drops down to the ground a moment after she does; across the way, the turtle ducklings snooze beneath the shade of a bush. "Better," he says, thinking back to her last visit, when an uprising had resulted in the death of an innocent child from a peasant village in the outskirts of the Nation. "There's been less grumblings... Well, at least until this one." 

"It seems the Earth Kingdom villagers were to blame for this one," Katara says, leaning back on her hands as she stares out across the pond. "There's still some people out there who aren't ready to trust what we're doing," she feels that familiar twinge of pain she always feels when she knows the world isn't quite ready to trust Aang and Zuko's promises of peace. While she understands the hesitation, she only wishes that soon all of the world would believe in them as she did. "But... They'll come around." She casts her gaze back to him and finds his golden eyes already looking at her, as they usually are.  

For a short while they make small talk, until Katara's yawns come so often she cannot get out a single word. "Get some rest," Zuko says as he helps her up onto her feet. "Should I walk you to your rooms?" She's a little unsteady on her feet, but she grins, shaking her head as his hand steadies her. "I'll send for you when the others arrive," he goes on and she nods, knowing she might sleep away the afternoon if he didn't. He watches her as she wanders away, stopping only once, all so she can lean down and breathe in the sweet scent of the fire lilies that grow along the stone path.  

And then she's gone, disappearing through the doors.  

[ x x x ] 

She wakes to the sound of knocking on her chamber door, followed by the sound of it opening; it's Padme, of course, the maid she's befriended in the time since Zuko had been crowned. Though Katara had at first rejected the idea of having a maid help her whatsoever, Padme's gentle yet forceful nature had brought her around quite quickly. They formed a bond that now Katara was thankful for. "The others have arrived," the woman says as she bustles around the room, carrying with her fresh clothes that she drapes over the foot of the bed Katara still lays within. "The Fire Lord says take your time." Padme is saying, but Katara yawns, pushing the sheet away from herself before she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. It was quite like her sweet natured lady to not want to keep the other's waiting.  

Like Katara, she'd not been prepared for the relationship she's built with the young woman. Peasant born, the waterbender was not used to having someone help her as Padme did, but it had not taken long for them to become close. There was a softness, a tenderness that she felt for the young woman. "It's the afternoon," she observes as she rises up from the bed, casting a quick glance towards the window where the afternoon sunlight spills in through her curtains. "Aang should have been here hours ago."  

Padme smiles, rolling her dark eyes good naturedly. She wonders how much longer they would play this game of not knowing the truth, or rather, when they would accept just how they truly felt. Everyone else could see it, the truth of the feelings shared between the two of them. "He wanted you to rest," she says simply, thinking back to the Fire Lord's words when he'd found her in the halls just after Katara had arrived to her rooms. Let her sleep, the meeting can wait. "He was worried about you."  

Katara smiles faintly as she tugs on her fresh clothing.  

She can't help it.  

[ x x x ] 

After the meeting ends, she finds herself alone with him once again.  

"That went well," she says as she slides up onto the table beside where he still yet sits in his chair. He's well dressed in robes of black, his hair tied back and a golden comb tucked into place, looking every inch the Fire Lord that he was. "With Aang's return to the Earth Kingdom tomorrow, I think all will be quiet. At least for now."  

Zuko is listening to her, but only halfway. Instead, he's distracted by her, as he's been for the entire meeting (or for the last five years, really, but he's not going to point that out, even in the confines of his own mind). She's fresh and smiling, wearing robes of gray and blue he's never seen before, her long dark hair plaited down her back and secured with a blue ribbon. "You know... I was thinking..." Her voice pulls him back from his thoughts and he blinks, sitting up a little bit straighter as she goes on. "I was thinking I might stay awhile." She turns to face him, her sapphire eyes strong and true in their gaze. "I only mean... Since Sokka is back home and Aang will be in the Earth Kingdom, I thought I might stay here in the Fire Nation, since I'm not really needed anywhere else..."  

"I'd like that," he says simply, honestly, happily.  

[bunkernine]

ive seen a few posts on this, but i want to ask what your position is on people still drawing annabeth white?

ive heard some people talk about how thats ok if you're talking about the book, or if you just draw her like that, but i wanted to ask you?

This requires a much longer answer than I can currently give you, because it speaks to a bigger discussion about adaptations that has been ongoing for decades. It also deserves a bigger context about how PJO characters are typically drawn, especially with Annabeth and Percy who are relatively ambiguous in depictions. but hopefully what I'm saying is articulate.

I don't control how people draw characters. Regardless of the casting, people were going to draw her the same anyway. This could've been seen from persistent white Grover years after the movies lol, so it's not surprising. My irritation comes to the people who drew her as black or called her biracial for three weeks and then now seldom post-Annabeth anymore or immediately went back to white Annie. Amusing, to say the least but it's an indicator of the artist's values and desire to draw "what's in" or prove they're not racist 🤧

Another point of contention comes from the people who are fine with dark skin, but feel obligated to keep the grey eyes and blonde hair → Hazel 2.0. The blonde hair is also tricky because I've had blonde braids myself but can't say it looks the way people have drawn it. LOL, but artistic choice... It's worth noting that people only started drawing braids and locs when it came to making Annabeth blonde but do not do so for Hazel. (Also all the protective styles are styled boring 🙄)... And then there are the people who draw an Annabeth supposedly modeled after the actress but use a different skin color or features.

It's worth looking into why one would prefer to draw blonde white Annabeth over a black one, when they're the same character. It's been assured multiple times that the adaption will be the same and characters will not change. Annabeth being white or blonde isn't important to her character? And people act as if black people can only have a specific type of story, as if Annabeth's life doesn't make sense because of what she does/doesn't looks like. LOL you would think more people would be eager to draw a woman of color considering how dark she's been colored in the past 😶 but what do I know

But ultimately it is what it is, and I have little power over any of this. This is not a new phenomena and it's not a surprise. This happens... a lot LOL. But in a few years, there will be new fans who come specifically from the show and will embrace a black Annabeth with open arms so I will be excited to see that! However when an adaptation is created, often this is a 'different' canon. So these are both the same Annabeth, and yet they are different. Technically there's nothing wrong with drawing white Annabeth because she still exists. But you should also consider if someone has denounced TV Annabeth (+ Grover! A big warning if someone hates TV Annabeth but is enthusiastic about TV Grover for multiple reasons), and also how they draw their other characters.

I'm NGL, this topic isn't important in the grand scheme of everything. Frankly, people do not let go of the images in their head. But there's a lot to consider I suppose with intention and context... But yeah, again, there's technically nothing wrong with drawing white Annabeth

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 15

Request: Yes or No

Nebula and Tonys friendship was v cute and we deserved to see Tony be a dad to her. This feels v short so I'm sorry

~

"Maybe some company will do you good, (Y/N)." Natasha said softly, rubbing your arm. You stayed silent, staring at the table. Rhodes had offered you your old room back but you couldn't give him an answer. Your gaze shifted to the glass of water, brows furrowing when the water in the glass began to move. Natasha followed your gaze.

"I'm not doing that." You said softly, glancing at her. Steve entered the room, heading towards the exit.

"Something's coming." He called. Rhodes and Bruce quickly followed him out. You stood up, doing the same. You walked out onto the field, seeing Pepper staring up at a ship. You watched the woman set it down, looking back at you all. Steve ran forward, helping Tony off the ship. Pepper sobbed, running forward as well. You turned, walking back towards the facility.

"Great, the douchebag survived." You muttered, opening the door and sitting back down. You knew loss would come with trying to save the world but you didn't expect to lose everyone you loved. Clint and Natasha were still around but they were grieving as well.

"(Y/N), this is Carol Danvers, a friend of Fury." Natasha said as she entered the room. You turned to look at the blonde, giving a small nod. You watched as Rhodes pulled up images of everyone who had been lost to catch Tony up. Your gaze dropped onto the table when you saw your friends images appear.

"World governments are in pieces. He did.. He did exactly what he was planning to do. He wiped out.. 50 percent of all living creatures." Natasha explained, voices getting softer. You took in a shakey breath, sitting up and glancing at everyone. You made eye contact with Tony. He was skinny and weak but he held sadness in his eyes.

"Is Barton..?" Tony trailed off.

"Clint survived... Laura and the kids are gone." You told him, voice threatening to crack. Tony inhaled deeply, nodding.

"Where is Thanos? Where is he now?" Tony asked, looking at Steve. Steve frowned.

"We don't know. He just.. Opened a portal and walked through." Steve said, staring down at the floor. Tony hummed, turning to look at Thor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, yeah he did but so did the rest of us." The talking raccoon, Rocket, said. You didn't have enough energy to question how a raccoon ended up in space, much less question how it could talk.

"Honestly, until this exact last second, I thought you were a build-a-bear." Tony said, looking at him.

"Maybe I am." Rocket muttered in a tired and defeated tone.

"Thanos has been missing for three weeks now. We've got nothing. Tony, you fought him."

"Who told you that? No, he wiped my face with a planet while the magician gave away the stone. That's what happened. There was no fight-"

"Okay, okay.. Did he give you any clues?" Steve asked. Tony blew some raspberries, shrugging. You sighed at his childish response.

"I had a vision. I didn't want to believe it.. Thought I was dreaming-"

"Tony, I need you to focus."

"-And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. You know what I need?" Tony knocked over some glasses, standing up from his wheelchair. "I need to shave."

"Tony, Tony, stop." Rhodes approached him as Tony ripped off his IV needle.

"What we needed was a suit of armour around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not." Tony looked over everyone.

"Your project got Sokovia destroyed and ruined." You reminded him, finger running over the rim of the glass cup. Tony began stumbling as he argued with Steve, stumbling towards him. He ripped off the Arc reactor, putting it in Steve's hand before falling to the ground. He fainted afterwards so Rhodes and Steve got him to the medical unit.

"This is such a shitshow. I'm going home." You said, standing up and picking up the glass. Natasha turned towards you.

"Stay for a little longer-"

"For what? So I can be told nothing's gonna bring back by family? My best friends? I had nothing then I had something and now I have nothing again." You flinched when the cup shattered, pieces of glass and water landing on the ground. You sighed softly, taking the shards stuck in your skin out.

"Sorry. I'll clean this up." You mumbled, using your other hand to get the water off the floor. Carol blinked, watching in surprise. You opened one of the cabinets, pulling out the first aid kit. You turned your head when Carol stood beside you.

"Hey." You breathed out, running your hand under water to wash away some of the blood. Carol picked up the antibiotic cream, using a cotton ball to dab it onto your cuts. You didn't really feel like healing yourself.

"I'm sorry you lost so many people." She said quietly, picking up the bandages and wrapping them around your hand.

"Well, shit happens." You looked at your bandaged palm, sighing softly.

"I lost two best friends." Carol said, leaning against the counter.

"Nick and Monica, the daughter of a good friend." Carol looked at you, arms crossing.

"Sams' sister calls nonstop and I don't know what to tell her. She has two toddlers, both parents passed away, and she's a widow. How can I tell her that her older brother turned into dust and I couldn't do anything to save him? Dad and I can't even look at each other without noticing how empty the house feels. I wake up everyday hoping it was all a nightmare but then I don't hear Laura telling the kids to get up or Clint going on about teaching Lila archery." You looked away from her, eyes watering. Carol placed a gentle hand on your arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"You did what you could. What you have to do now is be there for the people who are still here. Your friends sister needs you. She needs someone familiar. Someone close to Sam and someone who was there in his last moments." Carol said, watching you.

"You'll never get back up if you keep knocking yourself down." She said softly. You let out a shakey sigh, nodding and sniffling. Carol offered you a napkin, patting your back before she walked away. You wiped away your tears and splashed some water on your face, patting your face dry. You turned and grabbed the broom and collector, taking care of the glass. You put the first aid kit away as Carol re-entered the room with Natasha and Steve following.

"Hey, we usually do things as a team here." Natasha said as Carol spun around to look at her.

"We realize up there is your territory but this is our fight too." Steve added.

"Do you even know where he is?" Rhodes asked, head tilting. Carol shrugged lightly.

"I know people who might."

"Don't bother." You looked at the blue android girl, Nebula.

"I can tell you where Thanos is." She revealed. The humans glanced at each other before gathering in the office to hear what she had to say. You leaned against the doorway, semi interested.

"Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. When he worked he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled I wanted to please him.. I'd ask where we would go once his plan was complete. His answer was always the same." Nebula turned her head to look at everyone. "To the garden."

"That's cute. Thanos has a retirement plan." Rhodes mumbled as Rocket climbed onto the table, making a hologram of Earth appear.

"When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for ridiculously high cosmic proportions. Nobody's ever seen anything like it." Rocket said, making the hologram change to a different planet.

"Until two days ago on this planet." Rocket motioned to the planet shown. Nebula nodded, leaning forward.

"He used the stones again." Natasha whispered. Everyones attention shifted onto the planet.

"You can count me out. I have a therapy session soon." You called, turning around and walking down the steps.

"You go to therapy?" Rhodes asked, brows furrowing as he turned to face you.

"Yeah, it's called napping."

~~~~~~~~~~

You entered the house, taking in a deep breath. Neither you or Clint dared clean up the place. Everything was left exactly how it had been left after Thanos snapped his fingers. You entered the livingroom, gaze landing on the metal on the ground. You sighed softly, picking up the monitor. Clint had broken it. Clint not following the rules of his house arrest was probably the least of the governments problems. You tossed it onto the couch, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"Beer, beer, beer, leftovers, beer." You mumbled as you sorted through the fridge. You shut the fridge, looking at the drawings and pictures pinned to it with magnets. You swallowed, leaving the kitchen. You stepped over the Legos on the ground, going to the front door. You watched as Clint drew an arrow, shooting it at a target in the distance. All Clint did was practice. Probably to get his mind off things.

"Should I head into town for food?" You called out. Clint stayed silent so you took it as a no. You took out your phone, looking at the contact.

Sarah Wilson

You watched it ring, guilt creeping into your heart. You sighed, licking your lips and answering.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank god! I've been trying to reach you for the past few weeks. I haven't heard anything yet about Sam and the others. How is Sam? Is he with you?"

"Sam.." You started, biting down on your lip as you shut your eyes. You let out a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the stairs.

"I should explain everything in person, Sarah. I'm not gonna make you wait until I get to Louisiana. Sam.. He, uh.. He didn't make it. I'm s-sorry." You sniffled, hearing a soft gasp leave Sarah.

"Oh, God.." She whispered.

"I-I'll stop by. I tell you everything but.. Sam.. Sam was a hero until the end." You said softly, hearing the kids in the background. You were relieved she wasn't completely alone.

"C-Could you just stay with me on the phone?" Sarah asked softly.

"Yeah, of course." You replied, answering her softly cry.

"What the hell am I gonna do now? Half the folks in town are gone and.." Sarah sniffled. You listened to her soft sniffles and sobs, sighing softly.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Sarah. Sam would have my head if I did." You smiled softly, hearing her chuckle.

"Thank you."

[junko-and-riri-domain]

exam season ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ni-ki

“you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you.  “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing."

or 

you and nishimura riki are rivals under the same company. after all, being the same age and pretty much the same level of talent made you and him quite unstoppable. the company thought it’d be a good idea to let you two meet and get along, but it turned out to be quite the opposite ordeal. though, this always remained to be a respectful rivalry. nothing petty.

warnings : overworked reader, insecurities, fainting from exhaustion, hints at negative body image ( good ending ) 

note : this is also off the top of my head, please ignore any mistakes !

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ rest under the cut

what were you supposed to think?

you had to admit it to yourself though, similar age and practically same amount of skill in dance would mean that this unit would be pretty much unstoppable. it’s just ;; the unspoken consequences of young teamwork at play. 

training for about half a year at belift, you’ve become quite popular among the trainees. they describe you as a dance prodigy. if you were going to be honest, it was kind of embarrassing. the spotlight was okay depending on the circumstances but, to be described as something so honorable made you feel like you weren’t worthy of it. on top of that, your vocals were always stable while practicing, making you stand out and always place #1 on exams. 

and so you started to practice harder, with the same thought of

‘i have to prove that i’m worthy to be labeled as a prodigy, otherwise why else am i here?’ 

to ni-ki, you were always so hardworking. sometimes, he thought it was too much. he’d pass by the room you were practicing in during lunch breaks and he would see you dancing your heart out, sweat threatening to fall from your face. he could tell you were tired, but due to the rules, he wasn’t allowed to talk to you. he considered you his opponent in a way, but it wasn’t to the extent of ruining your workflow. 

and to you, ni-ki seemed like a charming rival. the way he danced had always mesmerized you, his snaps and swift moves are always close to perfect. this motivated you to practice even harder, despite already achieving extreme skill. you often nitpicked on yourself and keep saying that you’re not doing something well enough, and that you’re not good enough and you have to try harder. you honestly thought he was kind of annoying. not only is he literally so tall, he's a dancing machine. everything that you wanted to be. ni-ki may have been your unspoken rival, 

but overcoming your extreme feeling to be better than the previous day is your true rival. 

coming home after training, you were always exhausted. as much water you drank, it never felt as if it quenched the thirst you brought upon yourself from working so hard. while doing homework you always zoned out, your concentration nowhere to be found. at some point, you even stopped messaging your friends as much as before, ignoring any notification that popped up and practicing till the sun peeked above the horizon.

this feeling of wanting to slip away into well-deserved rest never sat right with you.

'if I have time to do something, then I'll do it now. rest can wait.'

---

the week before, an exam was assigned to all the trainees. the exam was to be separated by gender, but you thought this was kind of dumb. and so what did you do? you asked the choreographer if you could take both of the choreographies instead of being categorized into one section.

"that's a great idea, ___! I'll allow it this once, since you always rank 1 anyways. in fact, why don't I ask riki if he wants to do an co-op exam with you? you guys are the same age right?"

all you could do was let out a hum and nod.

'nishimura riki... I hope I don't mess anything up.'

"he always ranks 1 in exams as well so I think it'd be perfect!" he continued, a bright smile flashed across his face at the realization of a great performance in development.

he walks off, and briskly walks to where riki usually practiced.

phew

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. you've done many exams before but it had never been with another person. trying to convince yourself everything would be okay, your intrusive thoughts came in again.

'what if i embarass myself? what if I can't learn the choreo and mess everything up? what if he doesn't like m- wait. that doesn't even matter- ugh.'

you stood there for so long thinking to yourself about the future that one of the trainees had to tap you on the shoulder to make sure you didn't see medusa or something. repeating your little sorries and thank yous, you left the practice room and went on your way home.

you'd think that after weeks of non-stop overworking you'd hit your limit by now. the thing is, you never learn your lesson until you have to learn it the hard way. and that's exactly what's gonna happen.

---

back to the present, riki was currently doing a run-over of what he thinks you guys should do to make the choreography better. if there was one thing you and him had in common, it's that you always wanted to be ranked 1 through hard work.

however, you disagreed with some of the steps he created, and respectfully asked if you could show him what you were thinking of. in all honesty, riki was quite impressed. he'd never seen you dance up close since all he was able to do was take quick glances, but seeing you pour your heart into what you love and being absolutely great at it, it kind of gave him the feels.

yes. the feels. the butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

though, in the next moment, butterflies was far from what he felt. his stomach did a full 180 and his face in such a shocked state as he watched your eyes roll back as your body practically shut down in front of him. he sped down to your side quickly and shouted for help, as he tried to shake you awake.

"please please wake up, I'm not sure if you'd wake up at all if you fell asleep so please..."

was the last faint thing you heard before slipping into unconsciousness.

---

beep , beep , beep

your eyes flutter open to reveal that you were in the nurse's office in the same building. to say you were relieved was an understatement, hospitals scared you a lot more since they'd have to call your parents.

looking around the dim room, it still resembled a hospital room, monitor, needles, riki, IV, wait. riki?

your eyes practically shot back to where he sat, head bowed down in an awkward position, closed eyes with phone in hands.

honestly speaking, it was kind of cute. but you knew it was uncomfortable. and you also felt SUPER guilty making him wait for you and practically ruining practice. he stirred a bit, easy to wake up due to the uncomfy position his neck was in.

in a couple of seconds you hear him ask, "___? you're awake?"

"riki.. what happened?"

"the trainer, our choreographer and the building's medical team were all here. they said that you were overworking yourself. not only that, you didn't eat, drink, or sleep enough. which I can only assume is because you're constantly practicing."

"... I'm guessing that has to be true then, if I'm already here. riki, I'm sorry."

"sorry for what?"

"for wasting your time. you didn't have to be tangled up in my mess if I wasn't an idiot and asked them for a different exam. we could'v-"

he cut you off, “you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you.  “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing. you didn't disappoint me, you didn't waste my time, in fact, it was fun watching you disagree with the things I said. but then you fainted in front of me. I had no idea what to do, but thankfully Jungwon-hyung came in and helped me. but all that aside, your body needs rest. I've talked too much."

"it's okay, your voice seems to be making me sleepy anyways."

he didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

you handed him a spare pillow from your bed though, so he'll just take it as a compliment for now.

he didn't know what took over him in the next few seconds but he slowly put his phone in his pocket and reached his hand out to you, his hand resting on the bed right next to your waistline. as if it was beckoning you, your hand gravitated towards his, and the warmth of his hand and his comforting presence was enough to lull you back to sleep.

---

all the trainees in the floor were gathered in practice room #1, awaiting the announcement to see who got rank 1.

of course, they were expecting you and riki, but not together at the same time.

"nishimura riki, ___ ___. rank #1"

you and riki looked at each other in excitement, you could do nothing but listen at the moment, but celebration was in order later.

celebration? oh did you mean cuddles, making sure you're rested well and eating okay, hand holding, and a whole lot of light-hearted teasing? yeah.

[end]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ written by junko

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