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samsblades · 4 months ago

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✶ . ၄၃ . laundry machines — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, fluff, poor editing, inexperienced!reader(dating-wise) so sort of shy!reader too, mentions of madison & resulting guilt, implied later seasons sam, kissing, 1.7K words. requested !

summary : you're new to being in a relationship, but sam finds it endearing and is happy to take things slow.

some days are smooth and seamless and like an actual dream come true. others are clumsy, awkward, and make you shy away from being perceived at all. it’s just that this is all quite new to you, and you’re very unsure how to navigate being in a relationship, especially with someone so handsome and lovely. no one’s told you what’s allowed and what isn’t, how you should be acting, what an appropriate response is to the sweet things he does to you.

this all makes you easily flustered, often embarrassed, and yes, you’ll admit it, a bit shy at times. he’s just so tall and steady and you know he’s done this all before, even if the last time he was in a long term relationship was nearly a decade ago. and you’re not even that far from him in regards to age, but you’re somehow so much more lost than he is. it’s nice, because he’s more than willing to take the lead on things, to guide you through it. but sometimes that reminds you of your inexperience, and it sort of makes you wish that you could be a bit better for sam. it almost makes you feel like you’re forcing him to do all the work.

alternatively, sam’s own narrative regarding your inexperience is one of deep fondness, and even a bit of relief. he himself can be awkward and shy, even now and after all he’s been through, but with you, he gets to be the one who’s sure on his feet and smooth and a little easy. secretly, he’s still remembering and figuring out how to do this all. but the little things come to him comfortably enough that, to you, he seems entirely confident and effortless.

“sam?” you call to him from your bedroom. he’s sitting in the living room of your little apartment, content with a cup of tea you’ve made for him. “is it alright if i wash your jacket with my things, too?”

“of course,” he calls back, his voice at its normal level of sweet and kind. you don’t see the huge, endeared grin on his face. he’s not sure why it wouldn’t be alright to wash his jacket with your things. it’s certainly the most logical thing to do, and it’s not as if he’d mind one bit. actually, he likes the idea of his clothes with yours, spinning around and getting tangled together in the washing machine. it’s domestic, soft, and intimate in a simple way. maybe that’s why you asked, he wonders; intimacy makes you a bit timid at times.

with that, his jacket is placed inside your laundry basket. it’s dirty from a hunt. sam wanted to stop by your apartment first thing when it was over by mid morning and he wasn’t too far away. he thinks he flustered you, though, because he forgot to text beforehand. but, you also looked very happy to see him, so he’s sure it’s okay. you had melted right into his kiss, though your hands remained chastely resting on his elbows as he sweetly cupped your face.

now, you’re walking out of the bedroom with your laundry, met with a fond look from sam on the couch.

“i’ll be right back. i just need to get this done by tonight,” you explain as you head to the door to head down to the washing machine in the building’s basement.

“i’ll come with you,” sam says, standing, still wearing his pretty smile. he imagines he’ll have to leave in a few hours, and he’d like to spend every moment until then with you if you’ll let him.

“there’s no need, i’ll only be gone a minute,” you say, only because you don’t want to make him get up and walk down, then back up all those stairs.

his long legs take him to the door in less than a few seconds anyway. “i want to,” he says simply, and you feel silly that it sends your heart pumping extra hard.

“if you insist,” you smile, taking it in stride. sam notices and resists the urge to just sweep you up in his arms and kiss you for a long while. he hasn’t kissed you again since he arrived, but he doesn’t think you’d have as much ease dealing with that without being greatly flustered. he’d probably like to see that, but he’s not a cruel man. you’d argue that he’s the gentlest of them all. he follows you down the stairs because you refuse to let him carry the laundry basket. he’s already silently promising he’ll carry it upstairs once it’s all washed and dried. he’ll help you fold it too, if you’ll let him. he’s not sure if you’ll be alright with him catching a glimpse or two at your underwear.

that makes him think about the time he was about twenty three and madison not-so-subtly showed off her panties to him while folding her laundry on the first day they’d met. she’s a sad memory. a guilty one, too. but he has you in front of him, softly chattering about what you did this morning, and he lets her be a nice memory for today. you give him plenty of nice memories, and he thinks about how he likes the way the two of you take things slow.

you don’t seem to think about the fact that sam can see what you’re putting in the washing machine, and he finds it cute, for no particular reason. he finds it cute when you’re nervous about something you needn’t be or when you aren’t about something he predicted you might. maybe he just finds everything about you cute.

he leans against the drying machine and watches happily as you put the washer to the right settings and start the cycle.

“so,” you say, turning your head to look at him, “do you have–” you’re cut off by the loud rush of water in the machine as it begins soaking your clothes—and his jacket—and you shake your head because you momentarily forgot just how loud it is. it’s the loudest washing machine you’ve ever used, you told him once. he himself is almost startled by it; you really weren’t kidding. he gives a little laugh and you can’t help but laugh a bit too. neither of you have to say anything to agree to go back upstairs.

he holds the basement door open for you and one of his big hands that you’re secretly so fond of hovers by the small of your back as you pass him and start up the stairs. only you think it’s a secret. he can tell how much you like to hold hands and fiddle with his fingers. you stare sometimes, too, but he’d never tell you that for fear of rendering you too flustered to function properly for the rest of the night.

“you were saying?” he says, encouraging you to continue now that he can actually hear you.

you can’t tell if it’s a blessing or not that he’s asked you to keep going while walking up the stairs. you sort of wanted to be watching his face when you asked, but you’re also thinking you might be grateful that you won’t in case it helps you feel less nervous. he’s just so handsome and sincere and lovely that it makes you nervous. you don’t know how to be casual around him. everything just feels so special and new and nerve-wracking.

“i was just wondering if you had another case lined up for tomorrow,” you tell him, hoping that you’re succeeding in sounding laid-back like you wish you could be. once again, he thinks it’s sweet you don’t always know how to act around him. “or, you know, anything like that,” you add on. you don’t want to ask without knowing if he has somewhere to be in the morning.

sam feels a spark of hope and a little bit of youthful giddiness that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time before you. “i don’t,” he says simply, “i don’t have anything tomorrow.”

you chew lightly on the inside of your cheek, considering your options. there’s still another flight and a half of stairs until you get to your floor and you’re thinking, despite how nervous it makes you, you really would like to be facing him as you ask. it’d be obvious and awkward if you wait until you’re back in your apartment, right? but it’s silly to ask in a stairwell, you think.

then you realize you're probably overthinking it. maybe neither of those things are true. maybe it doesn’t matter at all how you ask, so long as you do it. you know he’ll say yes, you know he’ll like the idea of it, and you’re pretty sure he’ll like the fact that you’re the one to bring it up first. and you’re pretty confident that you love him and that he really, truly cares about you too. that gives you a burst of confidence.

you turn around, right on the steps with your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and a little, likely nervous looking smile on your lips. “do you want to sleep over tonight?” you ask, somehow able to make yourself sound more sure of things than you feel.

his lips curl into a happy, almost proud smile. it’s very obvious how much he adores you. all you have to do is look at him and see the way his adoration pools in his eyes and his dimples and shows in the lightness of his eyebrows and the showing of his front teeth. his hands that you love so much drift up to hold your waist, moving slowly so you can anticipate it. the touch still makes you draw in a steadying breath.

“i would love to. are you sure that’s alright with you?” he says. he’s trying to sound casual too, but it comes out more reverent than anything else.

your smile isn’t so nervous now. “mhmm,” you hum. “i’m sure.” this time, you really are sure. though, you still have to grip his shoulders for support when he kisses you, right in the stairway like he’d probably kiss you anywhere.

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honey-bitch · 17 days ago

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Pluto in the Ascendant Persona Chart

The ascendant persona chart can give you more info on how you may show up and present yourself.I use interpretational astrology for these posts and in this post. This post will be focusing on how you exert power and control through how you act. As it's an general post it may not resonate and like you always should do, use your own reasoning to guide you.

1st house - This placement just oozes intimidation. Maybe you're not the most social person and very much not the most smiley, there's a sense of internal chaos and wreak and frustration, that causes you to undergo a conquest to dominate and control.

2nd house - You are very possessive and you don't mess around when it comes to your material possessions and values. It seems that you may have a strict set of personal rules that you must follow, or there may be some guilt.

3rd house - Your words appear to have some profound impact and you may appear to have tense relationship with your siblings or none at all. Your childhood and early school days may have casted a shadow over you.

4th house - Your home life has casted a black cloak over you, when people interact with you they might not understand you fully as you lie in a foggy mist. You can appear to have some tricks under your sleeve or some secrets.

5th house - Children and romance are topics that may appear to be not so causal for you. Not to mention that you may have a opercular sense of humour and may appear to unfortunate offend others.

6th house - Talk about a power house such a hard worker but you may appear to put a lot of stress on yourself. You may appear to be on the grind and have this unstoppable force to you and a 100 step self care routine or the exact opposite.

7th house - When you're with other's there bay be a push and pull, when others talk you may just sit patiently listening to whoever you're talking to. Your eyes are all on them.

8th house - You hide your inner power and for what is is it is powerful and deep. There's secrets for you to uncover and inner depth you may need to heal. You may appear naturally guarded and private.

9th house - There's an insatiable hunger to learn more, do more and see more. You may change your opinion frequently and appear to be on a constant mission to explore and resuscitate your opinions.

10th house - This is a very fierce placement to have pluto and you may present yourself as someone to be feared or someone who wants to go deeper below the surface. This placement can mean that you may perhaps present yourself to be almost untouchable.

11th house - You present yourself as someone who chooses wisely who they spend time with. You're not interested in meagre simple relationships but rather you appear to want to transform others. You could also be seen as a networker.

12th house - There's a hidden mystery to you that others seem not to understand or get. You may appear to be a bit loss or have others underestimate you. Never the less shine bright my dear as being underestimated can be a good thing.

DISCLAIMER: this post is a great generalisation and may not resonate with you. I would recommend buying a reading from a professional astrologer (me) to get more insight

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nikitallymessy · 2 months ago

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what do you need to hear right now? general reading

pile 1 | pile 2 | pile 3

Hi! This is my first reading for the interwebz! Tell me what pile you picked as well!! I wanna know which one resonated with you guys

Remember that this is a general reading made for entertainment reasons so some parts may resonate while others may not.

By the way, I used the RWS tarot and the Herbiary oracle deck ^_^

PILE 1 :

two of wands, two of swords (reversed), and king of cups

For this pile, I'm seeing that you might go through a tough time, one where you'll think that you won't be able to persevere through - something that will make you feel unworthy. With the two of swords reversed, I think it's going to be a moment of important decision-making and stagnation. Honestly, I'm getting something about careers and maybe even college? You should be wise in your decisions, and make a pros and cons list. remember that not all decisions must be made by the brain (logic), the heart (emotion) must also take a role in decision-making ... there must be a balance between them.

tulsi - you are sacred

Remind yourself of your power, your strength, and your spirit. Remember that you are, well, sacred! Don’t be afraid to ask for help as well, asking for help doesn't mean you’re weak, it means you’re self-aware that you need help, and it takes courage to ask for help from others.

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PILE 2 :

death, the lovers (reversed), ace of wands

While shuffling for this, I felt immensely overwhelmed and ... messy? It felt as if I was confused with what I was going to do, I was actually thinking to stop the readings. This might be how you feel right now, confused, scared, and overwhelmed. I feel like you’ve lost someone very close to you, as the second card suggests, it could be a lover, but it could also be your love for yourself that you've lost. You shouldn't dwell on the past, although painful, it's time to let go of what has gone and move on to greener pastures. The ace of wands suggests that you should take care of yourself by expressing your emotions and feelings creatively. I'm seeing paintings, drawings, and creative writing. You can't hold everything in, let it out and let it out in a way that is helpful to you, in a way that will help you grow.

raspberry - create space

Remember to nurture yourself and remember that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. You will get past this.

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PILE 3 :

king of wands (reversed), two of cups (reversed), temperance

If you feel drawn to pile two I think it may also be for you since this also covers separation, but this one is more on self-separation. Since this is a general reading, this imbalance could manifest in different aspects of life, like in career, relationships, or even within yourself. You feel so uneasy that you’re making rash decisions hoping one will stick. Moreover, I'm seeing online shopping with temperance and two of cups reversed, and I think you should … calm it down babes, and be frugal and wise about your spending habits. Be mindful of your purchases and ask yourself if you truly need it before buying.

burdock - tap your resources

All will be well, build yourself up and break your old habits that do more harm than good. Stability.

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 2 years ago

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Practice On Me — Part Seven — Azriel x Reader

Note: I hope you enjoy this part because I’m not overly happy with how it’s written, I don’t know why 😭probably just me being a DUMBASS. Also, it’s still not letting me tag some of you 😩anyone know why?

Summary: The Bat Boys are worried about reader. Cassian’s getting a little suspicious of Kaeda. Azriel is really, really missing his friend.

Word count: 7k.

Warnings: Some injury detail.

“He cannot do this. Surely, he cannot fucking do this.”

Azriel slams his fist on the table so hard that ale sloshes over the lip of a mug. The atmosphere in the mead hall is unusually calm tonight. There’s more laughter than arguing, and some dickhead with a lute is even providing the attendants with music. But at the centre table, a cloud of doom darkens the mood.

Everyone has wisely given Rhys, Cassian and Azriel a wide berth.

Tensions are high. Something’s got to give.

“His role in this camp is to oversee our training.” Az balls his fists. “Not to get involved with how we spend our time outside of it.” He eyes Cass and Rhys opposite him. “Right?”

“Technically, yes.” Rhys confirms. “But as the overseer of said training, he also has the authority to remove any distractions as he sees fit.”

“Distractions? She’s our friend, not a fucking toy—”

“I’m just putting it to you straight, Az. It’s the typical Illyrian attitude rearing its ugly head. All four of us made the decision to go to Fenlaros, and yet it’s the female who shoulders the blame.”

“It’s fucking ridiculous.” Cassian finally speaks up.

He hasn’t said much. Too busy thinking about last night.

Nobody knows a thing about that wild, impulsive fuck except him and Y/N. He plans to keep it that way. Not out of any sense of regret, but…he doesn’t know. His brain is ticking over.

He can’t help wondering something that’s never occurred to him before.

Is Y/N branded a certain way by Illyrian ideologies because the closest people to her are males? Has she unfairly gained a reputation — one that would be made worse if what she and Cassian had done became common knowledge?

He doesn’t want to be the reason she gets more shit thrown her way. He’s starting to think he should think harder before he acts. Maybe last night was a mistake. He can’t even see Y/N to talk it through with her.

“So what do we do?” Az is asking as Cass zones back in. “There’s got to be something. Do we take the matter to your father?”

Rhys cocks an eyebrow. “Be real for a second, Az. My father would laugh us out of Velaris. He doesn’t concern himself with trivial camp matters.”

“Y/N having to choose between an abusive household or perishing in the snow is not a trivial matter.”

“To him, it is. He’d tell Devlon to lead and do what he believes is right. Which, he already has, even if we don’t agree with it.”

“Well that’s bullshit. We can’t just lie down and do nothing—”

“I’m not saying that, Az—”

“What about your mother? She adores Y/N. Surely she could appeal to your father—”

“No. She’s pregnant. She stays out of this.”

“Then what do you suggest, Rhysand?”

“How about you start by explaining to Cass and I what’s gotten into you recently?”

Finally, Az has nothing to say. He goes silent. Still.

He stares back at his two friends like he can’t imagine why they would wonder such a thing.

And then he purses his lips. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Cassian scoffs. “Please. Even I think you starting fights left and right has been extreme.”

“Fuck you. You’re totally exaggerating.”

Rhysand raises an eyebrow. “If you say so.”

“I do.”

“We’re just worried that your behaviour has changed since Kaeda came into the picture—”

“You know what I’m worried about?” Az snaps. “Our friend who is literally homeless as of this morning. That’s a little more important, don’t you think?”

Yes…and no. It’s not that Cassian and Rhys don’t agree. It’s just that…that all roads lead back to Kaeda. And that’s becoming a problem.

“We’re not just going to leave Y/N to deal with this alone, Az.” Rhys tells him. “We just need to be careful about how we deal with it. Devlon isn’t messing around. I don’t want us to cause her more trouble.”

As folds his arms. “So what do you suggest?”

“I’ll talk to Y/N’s friend — Vegha. I’m sure she can open her home to Y/N while we figure things out. Just don’t do anything impulsive or stupid.”

That seems to appease Az a little. He sits back in his chair — allows himself to be a bit more open.

Until Cass totally fucking ruins it and says, “And don’t go starting any more fights just to impress Kaeda.”

Az says again, “Fuck you.”

Cass returns a withering look. “Fuck you right back.”

“Productive.” Rhys comments, shaking his head. He pushes to his feet, and both his friends look round.

“Where are you going?” Az asks.

“To speak with Vegha.” Rhys tells him. “And don’t follow me. You two idiots will only make things worse.”

He has no idea how right he is.

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It starts with the fire going out. Always.

The door swings open hard enough to hit the wall, and freezing air envelops the place. Your father tracks snow into the house, and he smells so strongly of booze that it permeates the room and spreads like a sickness.

You are five years old. You like to draw things in the soot that coats the fireplace. You don’t like green apples, but red ones aren’t so bad. The house always feels untidy since mama stole away in the dead of night a year ago. You try to keep on top of the cleaning, but the damp and the cold makes your hands sore, your bones ache.

Every night, you sit with your hands in your lap and wait for your father to return home. If he’s coming back from the forge, he’s tired and in a bad mood. If he’s coming back from the mead hall or a tavern, he’s drunk and in a really bad mood.

Tonight is the latter. But not only is he drunk and in a bad mood — he’s also brought company.

Four other males. They’re all huge — too huge to fit into the house, you think. If they’ve come for food, there isn’t any. If they’ve come for comfort, there isn’t any of that, either.

But they’re looking at you, all four of them. And in some way, you know that it’s you they’ve come for.

“This is the one?” A male with reddish-brown hair asks.

“I have only one.” Your father answers, and he jerks a chin in your direction. “That is it.”

It.

“Scrawny. There’s barely anything of her.” A second male comments. “This won’t be difficult.”

“I always think that,” reddish-brown answers, “and then they start fighting back. Kicking and scratching.”

You may only be five, but you are not foolish. Something is very, very wrong. A sinister wave has swept your already-miserable home, and you are about to be swallowed up in it. You eye the four males with wide eyes and scoot back a little.

Reddish-brown is the leader. He folds his arms with an authoritative air and announces, “Pathorn and Yevmael can hold her down,” he turns to the second male, “you take one wing, and I’ll take the other.”

The male that steps towards you from the back has eyes as black as the soot in the hearth. His lips twitch up on one side, and he says, “Come here, then, little pup.”

You do not move.

“Come.” He repeats. “It won’t hurt…much.”

They laugh at that.

You tuck your dirty, bruised knees tightly into your chest and rest your chin atop of them. You say nothing, make no move.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” His friend at the back says, stalking over to you. “Just pick her up.”

He does exactly that — by the scruff of your neck. You yelp as he yanks you into the air, and on instinct, your arms are flailing, legs kicking, tiny wings flaring.

“Look at that.” Charcoal eyes sneers at those very wings. “It’s a fucking abomination.”

If this is a game, you don’t like it. You twist in the male’s grasp, try to wriggle free, and he growls a curse at you. You growl back — a fierce, fierce noise, you think. It makes the males laugh again.

“On the table.” Reddish-brown says. “Face-down.”

“Papa,” you fight, “papa, papa, papa.”

There comes no response. It’s then that you realise he’s removed himself from the room. Left you with these monsters.

“Quiet now, pup.” Charcoal eyes says. “This won’t take long.”

You want to scratch him, and you try, even though your nails are chewed and bitten, despite mama always telling you not to do that. But mama isn’t here now and neither is papa. It’s just strangers with angry faces. Strangers who want to hurt you.

You’re slammed down onto the table, and you let out a cry. Someone holds your legs down. Another person holds your arms.

You are five years old. You like to draw pictures in the soot that covers the fireplace. You don’t like green apples, but red ones aren’t so bad. You are utterly and totally alone.

“I hope you never thought about flying.” Reddish-brown steps up to you. “That day will never come.”

And then they begin hacking at your wings.

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Your father takes you to a healer only when it’s almost too late. A fever scorches you head to toe. You think that mama returns to sit by your bedside, but that isn’t real. It’s a dream.

You’re too weak. You sleep fitfully on your front, because trembles wrack your body that continuously wake you up. You jerk every time the pain at your back gets too much.

The door opens, and you wonder if mama is returning again. You like that dream. But it’s your father, accompanied by the male who has been leaning over your weakened body for days.

“Will she live?” Your father asks.

“She will.” The healer tells him. “If she can fight off the infection.”

“Can’t you just give her a tonic, or something?”

“This is the worst wing clipping I have ever seen. There are ample healers in Illyria who are qualified to carry out the practice. What possessed you to instead leave her in the hands of a group of soldiers?”

“I will do with my child as I see fit.”

“You may no longer have a child, if she cannot fight this. Her life hangs in the balance.”

Your father makes a noise that sounds like a growl. He does that when you’re in his way, and he just wants to sit quietly without you lingering around him. “Give her a fucking tonic—”

“If she survives this,” the healer tells him, “she will be scarred and in pain for the rest of her life. You did not merely clip her wings. You butchered them. This is precisely why a healer should be the one to perform the procedure—”

Your body jerks with a fresh wave of pain, and you whimper. Both your father and the healer look over at you.

Your father’s lip curls, and he turns to the male once more. “Fix her.” He commands. “Because if you can’t, you’re helping me bury the body.”

No. The males will come back and put their hands on you again. They’ll bury a body. They’ll bury your body. They’re going to bury you. Soil will fall on your ruined wings, and when mama truly does come back, she’ll have only an unmarked grave to greet you at.

You try to move, but you’re strapped down. You whimper again.

Bury the body.

Bury the—

Your body lurches up.

Sweat slicks your skin. You press a hand to your forehead, but it’s cool, not burdened by fever. You’ve awoken like this every morning for the past week.

The dreams are burdening you a lot right now. The memories.

They remind you, at least, why you will not return to your father’s home. Even if you end up hunching yourself up in doorways and exhausting any other dire options.

You hear a noise from the doorway, and you rub the bleariness from your eyes. Illuminated by the dim light in the hall, a male leans against the doorframe. He watches you nonchalantly, biting into an apple. Green, not red.

“You were shouting in your sleep again.”

You heave a deep, slow sigh and rake your fingers through your hair. Sweat soaks the strands.

“You dream often about burying bodies, don’t you?” The male steps into the room. He flares his wings, and you try not to look at them. “You’re quite odd. I think I like it.”

“Get out, Markis.” You sigh again. “Stop watching me sleep. It’s strange.”

“Is it more or less strange than chanting about burying a body?” He smirks. “And you’re in my house, remember? You can’t tell me to get out.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my house, too, and I can.” Suddenly, Vegha is appearing. She swats her younger brother, and a slither of relief settles into you. “Stop bugging her, Markis. Go to the training rings, or something.”

Markis so clearly doesn’t want to leave. He eyes you, his gaze falling from your neck, down to the old, threadbare sweater that you’ve been sleeping in. It’s Azriel’s — still smells like him.

The intensity of the male’s gaze is uncomfortable. And after a week of tolerating it, you’re not sure you can any longer.

“Fine.” He swallows down a bite of apple. He sends you a leering smirk. “I’ll tell your friends you said hello.”

Vegha rolls her eyes. “Markis, just leave before I boil your entire head—

“I’m going, I’m going.”

The male strides out of the room, shooting you one last look over his shoulder. You should ignore it, because the idiot is just basking in the novelty of having a female under his roof that he’s not related to, but the discomfort has sunk itself under your skin, and you’re not sure you can live with it.

Which is a bit of a problem, considering there are no other avenues for you to explore, and have nowhere else to go.

Vegha shuts the door behind her brother and turns to you. “You slept fitfully again.”

“Yes.” You feel a little bad admitting it. It’s not her, nor her family home, nor the bed that’s the problem. It’s you. All you. “I have a lot on my mind.”

“Of course, you do. I wish there was more I could do to help.”

“You’ve done more than enough, Vegha.”

She doesn’t look convinced. The worried streak in her eyes is an indicator of how terrible you look. And you know she’s just caring for you as your friend, but you can’t stand it. One more pitying glance may push you over the edge.

“I have to get to the crèche.” She tells you. “Can I get you anything before I leave?”

“No—thank you.” You sit up. “Listen…I won’t be here when you return home. I’m getting out of your hair today.”

She pauses. Studies you. “You’re not in my hair. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you need. Ignore Markis — he’s a cock.”

You breathe a soft laugh. But you can’t ignore Markis — not any longer. Just as you haven’t been able to ignore any of the males who have made the past week even more difficult than it already was.

Illyrian males are…are a sickness. They’re bred in violence and depravity. So few of them are good.

And if the past week without Azriel, Rhys and Cassian has taught you anything, it’s that to some degree, your exposure to such behaviours has always been muted, thanks to their protection. They’ve been a strong unit around you since you were eleven years old. Most males have been wise enough to steer clear and escape the wrath that would come down on them for messing with you.

But now you’re forbidden from seeing them, and you’re free game for any fucking male in this gods-forsaken place.

You need to be away from them. To be on your own.

“I know.” You answer Vegha. “And I appreciate you opening your home to me, I really do. But it’s fine — I’ve made other arrangements.”

The look she gives you is dubious. She doesn’t believe you, and rightfully so — it’s total bullshit. “You have?”

“I have.” You dip your chin. “I’ll be just fine.”

“…well I’m glad to hear it. You’ll come right back here if those plans fall through, right?”

“Of course I will.” No.

She hesitates at the door. She’s been nothing but kind and accommodating to you — a real friend.

But it’s bad enough not being able to escape the males that haunt your dreams. There’s a damn good reason for you staunchly refusing to return to your father. You will not swap one monster for another.

“I’ll see you soon, then.” Vegha studies you. There’s a sadness in her brown eyes. She genuinely cares. “Take care, Y/N.”

“I will.” You force a breezing smile. “And you, also.”

She inclines her head, and then she’s slipping out of the room. The silence only gives way for your too-near dreams to dig their claws in. You scrub your hands harshly over your face and push to your feet.

You don’t know where you’ll go. It’s tempting to ignore Lord Devlon’s warning and race back to the cottage. Drama may await you there — a total mess that you somewhat made for yourself — but at least you’d be warm and safe while facing it.

You can’t �� you know you can’t. You don’t want Az or Cass or Rhys to face any consequences.

So after you get yourself ready and gather what little stuff you have, you head out into the snow and hope you won’t be sleeping in it that night.

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Azriel strikes at the sparring dummy as if it fucked his wife and stole his seat at the dinner table.

The damn things are supposed to be bolted to the ground, but a couple of bolts are no match against the fearsome shadowsinger.

He strikes and strikes until the object is more or less obliterated, because fuck the sparring dummy, that’s why. Fuck the sparring dummy, and fuck Lord Devlon, and fuck—

“I think you made your point.” A trilling voice cuts through his red mist of rage. “How about you set the sword down and have some water?”

Perhaps it’s just Azriel’s anger thinking for him, but he doesn’t feel that Kaeda has been particularly helpful from where she’s perched atop a smooth rock. She cleans her nails with the tip of a dagger and stretches her wings out around her.

Across the ring, Cassian watches and turns to Rhysand. “Why is she allowed to be here, but Y/N isn’t?”

Rhys shrugs his tense shoulders. He doesn’t know the answer.

The two of them step closer to where their brother is trying to breathe through his fury. He’s not coping so well.

See, Azriel has experience with missing things. He misses his mother all the time. Sometimes it’s a dull ache, manageable amongst the mundane comings and goings of life. Other times, it hurts so bad that he doesn’t think clawing his chest open would be too extreme a reaction. Missing a person is a sensation that knits itself under his skin and seeps into the marrow of his bones. It’s relentless and hideous.

Missing Y/N is a new kind of torture he never contemplated having to face.

It’s not just that he’s worried about where she is, whether or not she’s safe and well. It’s that he misses the silliest, tiniest things about her that he didn’t even know he’d ever noticed in the first damn place. The rapt determination with which she cuts the crusts off her bread because that’s a little too much bread for her. The way she gestures wildly with her hands whilst passionately talking about things. That ruined, tattered journal she carries around in which she scrawls blunt, one-sentenced, sometimes unintelligible thoughts. And her scent — gods, her scent.

It has been one week — an amount of time he’s spent away from her before. But it’s different this time. This isn’t like being away on a training exercise and knowing he’ll soon be coming home. He knows nothing. Doesn’t even know what to think, what to feel.

Other than an overt urge to murder the camp lord. Violently.

“How about we get done here and head to the mead hall?” Kaeda breaks through his warring thoughts. “I’m starved.”

Az grabs a nearby rag, wiping the sweat from his face. “Not really hungry.”

There’s a pause. And then a soft sigh leaves the female. She sheathes her blade and pushes to her feet, just as Rhys and Cassian are approaching. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, Azriel, but you can’t be visiting my father with this attitude.”

At once, this grabs the other two males’ interests, and Azriel wants to groan. Right. He’d forgotten about that.

“What’s this?” Rhys frowns, staring between Az and Kaeda. “You’re returning to Fenlaros?”

“My father invited Azriel to dine with us, that’s all.” Kaeda answers for him.

It had genuinely slipped Azriel’s mind. Amongst everything else waging war in his thoughts, a dinner with Kaeda’s family in Fenlaros had sunk right to the bottom.

But he knows immediately how it looks. That he’s being secretive.

Rhys studies Azriel closely. “And you’ve cleared this with Devlon?”

No, no he hadn’t. Quite simply, he’s not sure he can be within twenty feet of the bastard, right now, without throttling him.

He hates himself for it — he really, truly does. But for the sake of sparing himself a lecture, he shrugs. “I have.”

He does not lie to his brothers. And they can smell that lie on him right away.

Cassian stares at Kaeda for a long moment, before turning towards Az. “That is a fucking terrible idea, and you know it.”

“It’s dinner.” Kaeda shoots back.

Cass grits his teeth. “I’m talking to Azriel.”

“Listen, Cassian—”

“Excuse me—I’m sorry to interrupt.”

All four of them turn in the direction of the intrusion —and they stop short.

All three of the males know Vegha, of course. Rhys was grateful that she’d so willingly opened her home to Y/N when he’d asked. But other than that, they’ve only spoken to her in passing — she’s never had reason to seek them out before.

But what adds a slither of urgency to her rare appearance at the training rings is the even rarer appearance of the two little girls who hold her hands. They’re not supposed to be here, and Vegha knows this well.

She obviously deemed whatever this is urgent enough to bypass that rule.

“Vegha.” Azriel steps forward, studying her closely. “Is all well?”

Vegha shifts on her feet, clutching tighter onto the girls’ hands. She’s never comfortable here, around all these males, but it’s a different unwanted attention that makes her want to turn and leave.

Kaeda eyes her head to toe with a look of distaste. Of mistrust. She folds her arms and flares her wings — a gesture that has the little girls gasping.

“Settle down.” Vegha squeezes their hands. She directs her attention back to the males. Strange, that she feels more comfortable with them than she does with the only other female present. “Honestly, Azriel, I’m not at all sure.”

Rhys steps forward. “Is it Y/N?”

Cassian swears — swears — that a small sigh comes from behind him. From Kaeda.

“I know you’ve been instructed to stay away, and I don’t wish to cause you any trouble.” Vegha tells them. “It’s just…well, she was staying at my home this past week, as you asked, Rhysand. I told her she was welcome for as long as she needs — that she mustn’t return to her father’s house. But just this morning, she suddenly announced that she was leaving…that she’d found somewhere else to stay.”

“And?” The word slips from Kaeda’s lips.

Yeah, Cass definitely isn’t in the mood for this today.

“And…and I’m not sure I believe her.” Vegha shrugs slowly. “My brother wasn’t exactly making it a pleasant stay, and I think she was desperate to get out of there. But I can’t imagine where she’d go. I just…thought I should tell you. You know her better than I do.”

True — except her three closest friends can’t imagine where she’d go, either, if not back to her father’s house. And they can’t imagine her resorting to that.

She has no money for a room at an inn. She doesn’t have a long list of friends who will open their homes up to her. And she most certainly can’t go back to Rhys’s mother’s cottage.

So…where? Will she pitch up in one of the abandoned tents across the camp? Will she spend her nights shivering in doorways and wondering where her next meal is coming from?

This is fucking ridiculous.

She can’t be left to live like this.

“You did the right thing, telling us.” Rhys reassures Vegha. He offers a gentle, soft smile to the girls at her sides. “How about you take these two back into the warm? We’ll deal with it.”

Gods, he’s already a High Lord through and through. Calm in the face of turmoil. Not letting on to his inner panic.

Vegha dips her chin. “Sorry, again, for interrupting.” She tugs gently at the children’s’ hands. “Come, girls.”

Rhysand’s brow furrows. Vegha is perhaps the only other good friend Y/N has in this place. There’s no way she’s made other arrangements — Rhys knows it. Cassian knows it. Azriel knows it.

“We’ve got to do something.” Azriel voices what they’re all thinking, a feral panic colouring his tone. “We can’t just leave her to face this on her own. Fuck what Devlon says. I’m not sitting back and letting her freeze or starve to death.”

Rhys chews his lip. “…I can try to speak with my father. But I’m not hopeful where he’s concerned. This falls under Devlon’s jurisdiction.”

“All Y/N needs is a roof over her head and some food in her belly until we can work out what to do next.” Cassian crosses his arms over his chest. “There’s got to be some way we can help. Is there not any clue of where she might go?”

The two males are looking at Az expectantly. If anyone knows, it’s him.

But he’s just…he’s not had his eye on the ball recently. His thoughts are all over the place. Perhaps he’s neglected his friendships a little — because he could swear he knows Y/N inside and out, and yet his mind is blank. Utterly fucking blank.

“I—I need to think.” He runs a hand through his hair, turning — he stops at the flash of red hair that meets him. He’d forgotten Kaeda was even there.

She stares between them, saying nothing, her face pinched and arms crossed. What she’s thinking, Az isn’t sure. But a thought suddenly strikes him.

“Kaeda.” He faces her properly. “Can’t you house Y/N in Fenlaros for the time being? Until this is sorted?”

Kaeda stops short. Blinks at him. “…What?”

“It doesn’t have to be your home, or…or even anything extravagant. Just somewhere she can sleep. There are surely more options in Fenlaros than there are here.”

Kaeda does not like this one bit. A negative reaction is rippling off her in waves, and it hits Cassian like a blast of cold air. Rhys, too.

But Az seems oblivious.

“Azriel…” The female keeps her voice calm, measured. “You know it isn’t that easy. A person can’t just…defect to another camp.”

“She wouldn’t—”

“So what’s your excuse?” The words are falling from Cassian’s lips before he can stop himself. He’s not sure he cares.

Kaeda pauses. Her face is a sheet of wide-eyed innocence as she turns to him. “Pardon me?”

Cass shrugs one shoulder. “You’ve been buzzing around here for months like a fly. What’s your excuse, if that’s not allowed? Because your father may be Lord of Fenlaros, sweetheart, and he may let you do whatever you want, but look around you. This is Windhaven. His word doesn’t mean shit here.”

Azriel takes a step towards him. “Cassian—”

“Either help our friend, or stay the fuck out of it—”

“Cassian, that is enough—”

“It’s fine, Azriel.” Kaeda’s voice is so deceptively warm, you could melt butter on it. She steps towards Cassian, face open, hands held up in a placating manner. “It’s fine. You’re right. I understand you’re upset, and I…I apologise if my presence here has been burdensome. Of course I’ll help any way that I can. I’ll talk to my father right away.”

Cass doesn’t feel particularly satisfied by that. Doesn’t believe a fucking word, to be honest. His eyes communicate that as he stares the female up and down.

“Cass, I think you should apologise.” Azriel says.

He barks a laugh. “No chance.”

“Kaeda just said she’d help—”

“Enough.” Rhys finally jumps in. His tone is laced with authority — just a smidgen of an idea of what he might one day be like as High Lord. He crosses his arms and glares the three of them down as though they’re bickering younglings. “Arguing back and forth will do nothing to help Y/N. We need to act. I will speak to my father. Kaeda will speak to hers. Az, you should see if you can find out where Y/N might have gone. Cass, I want you making sure she doesn’t go anywhere near her fucking father’s house. By the end of the day, we should have at least sorted something. Understood?”

Cass doesn’t look away from Kaeda. He can see her eye twitching — the way she so desperately wants to push back against being ordered. Gods, how Az can’t see right through her, he has no clue—

“Understood.” Azriel answers without hesitation. “I’ll get right on it.”

Rhys inclines his head. “As will I.”

“And I’ll head back to Fenlaros.” Kaeda adds.

Cassian merely shrugs. “Fine.”

Without goodbyes, Azriel is shooting into the skies — probably hoping to get an aerial view of a sodden, freezing Y/N traipsing through the snow.

Rhys looks between Cassian and Kaeda for a beat longer before he disappears, winnowing — Cass assumes — straight to Velaris.

And then there were two.

Kaeda turns back to Cass. The doe-eyed look on her face is instantly gone. There’s a hint of a damn smirk.

“Whatever game you’re playing at,” Cassian clenches his jaw. “You will not win.”

A soft hiccup of a laugh escapes the redhead. “Oh, yes I will.” She steps closer. Close enough for her cotton-and-powder scent to envelop the male. “See, I always get what I want. Always.”

“Not this time. Azriel may not see you for the viper that you are, but I do.” He grits his teeth. “And I will fucking destroy you before you cause any damage.”

Green eyes glitter back at him. The female is unperturbed by the threat — and she knows he means it. There’s even a change in her scent that makes Cassian’s nostrils flare. A darker one. A muskier one.

“Oh, Cassian, I do hope so.” She says, and pushes up so her lips are at his ear. Her full breasts brush his chest. “I love a male who’s willing to punish me.”

She winnows away before the snarl has a chance to claw up Cassian’s throat.

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This is starting to feel like a bad idea.

It was easy, from the warmth and comfort of Vegha’s home, to convince yourself you’d be fine out amongst the wilds of the camp. But the old armoury is dark, dingy and cold, and within hours, you’re not sure you have the resolve for a single night there. Let alone however many you have ahead of you.

This used to be a place of mischief, when you and your friends were children. This far end of the camp has sat abandoned and unused for years, after newer, more effective training rings were installed where the hub of activity now lays. The four of you would spend days here, playing pretend with the old, wooden practice swords that were left behind. You’d make up stories of the area being haunted by the ghost of an ancient, disgruntled Camp Lord. And as you got older, it became a place to come and get drunk, to speak words and secrets that remained there, never to be carried away with you.

You won’t be bothered here, you know — nobody ventures this way. But that, and the fact that the old armoury affords you a roof over your head, are about the only positives. You’re so cold that it hurts. You’re hungry and miserable and tired in a way that has nothing to do with nightmare-filled sleeps.

And gods, you miss your friends. You miss them so much, it‘s a gnawing ache. All those nights you took for granted, tucked up warm in the cottage, Cassian making you all laugh with his antics. Those times seem so distant, now. Is this how it will be, from now on? Never did you think you’d be separated from your friends. And you don’t even know if this is a permanent thing. Will you have to wait and wait until Rhysand is High Lord and able to make decisions, before you can see them again?

These thoughts will do you no good. They’ll only make you colder and drive you to shed tears that you’re not sure you have the energy to shed.

You bundle in your blanket, squeezing your eyes shut as though that fruitless act will shield you from the cold. You were tempted to build a fire, but the last thing you want is to draw attention from anyone flying above. Being found in here will just bring you more trouble you don’t need.

You’re already hunched as it is, gloved hands buried under your armpits — but you somehow manage to tense even more when you hear the distinct sound of boots traipsing through the snow outside.

No.

You can’t do this — not right now. Nobody fucking comes here. Is the Mother laughing at you from above and sprinkling more misfortune into your already-dire existence? You can’t handle a confrontation, can’t handle being told you can’t stay here—

But the door creaks open, and it’s Azriel’s face that peers around cautiously. You almost sob with relief.

“Thank fuck.” He breathes. He’s slipping inside, shutting the door behind him. In a few great strides, he’s in front of you and dropping to his knees. “Are you alright?”

If you speak, you might crack. You risk it all the same. “How did you find me?”

“Took me a while to think of this place, I must admit. It’s been a long while since we were last here.”

But find you, he did. And fuck, his scent and natural warmth are swarming you. It feels like nothing else matters right then. Just you and him, like it’s always been. He yanks you into a hug, and you don’t stop him.

“You’re frozen.” He whispers, squeezing you. His gloved hands rub at your arms, your back, your shoulders. He pulls away to cup your face, and he studies every inch of it. You’re not sure what for.

But you stare back. You don’t know what to do or say. That could be the cold making it difficult to think, or it could be this weird wedge between you that feels like it’s only growing.

Az leans closer, and he presses his forehead against yours. “I miss you.” His gloves brush over your cheeks. “Gods, I miss you. So much.”

“I miss you, too.” You shudder. The words are weighty and truthful, not just referring to this past week apart, but to whatever has been going on for a while, now. You didn’t mean for it to be like this. You just want to go back to how it was.

“I’ve thought about nothing else—” His nose bumps against yours, and one of his hands slides to the nape of your neck, kneading the skin there. “I just—just need you close to me, Y/N. Always.”

You attempt a breathy laugh. “I don’t think Devlon would agree with that.”

“Fuck, Devlon. We’re going to get around this. Rhys is going to talk to his father, and even if that fails, Kaeda is talking to hers. I reckon they’ll be able to offer you sanctuary in Fenlaros until this is sorted—”

You pull back to blink at him. Study him. “What?”

“I asked Kaeda to speak with her father on your behalf. To see if they can find somewhere for you to stay. I’m sure they can—”

“Azriel, I’m not going to Fenlaros.”

He pauses. “…If they’ll have you, Y/N, yes you are. It means you’ll be safe and warm and fed—”

“No.”

“What? Why?”

“Besides the fact that I’m already in enough trouble thanks to that place?” You pull away from him, easing to your feet. “I don’t know anyone there. And if Devlon were to find out—”

“Stop worrying about Devlon and start worrying about your safety.” Azriel, too, stands. “It’s the most logical thing.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not going further away from you than I already am, and I’m especially not going to start playing house with your lover, Azriel, it’s odd—”

“That’s what this is about?” He cocks an eyebrow. Folds his arms. “Because you don’t want to accept help from Kaeda?”

You shrug. And just…just to give your body something to do, you begin pacing. “I’m not sure it would be very helpful at all.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You just don’t like her, do you?” He snaps. The sound is harsh, and it makes you grit your teeth. “You’re not willing to accept help that you so clearly fucking need, because you don’t like Kaeda.”

“I don’t trust Kaeda.” You whirl around to face him. “Not one fucking bit, and you shouldn’t, either.”

“Why?”

“Because none of it makes sense! Why is she here in Windhaven, Azriel? What is it she actually wants?”

It’s dangerous — the way your voices are rising in volume and echoing around the armoury. But it’s as though weeks of emotional buildup are floating to the surface, and you can’t stop them, and they’re stoking an anger that actually warms you and feels better than being cold and hungry.

Azriel shakes his head. “You’re fucking impossible sometimes, you know that? You don’t want to help yourself. It’s like you’re determined to make your life as difficult as possible, and when you’re offered help, you don’t take it. You’re impossible!”

“Yeah, Azriel, maybe I am.” You snap back. “But at least I’m not lying through my teeth like Kaeda is, and at least I don’t break my damn promises.”

Azriel stops short. Stares at you.

You and he both know you’re referring to Solstice Night. You should have confronted it before, but…but you buried it.

You’re not sure you can do that anymore.

Azriel purses his lips. And then has the nerve to state, “Things are different between you and I these days.”

“Yes.” You stare back at him. “They are.”

Your eyes are trying to communicate so much. Things are different, and it might be the boundaries you crossed, but you’re more certain than anything that it’s Kaeda’s influence. You just don’t understand why Azriel can’t see it.

You wonder what he might say yet. So much anger and pent-up frustration zips between you. Mixed with longing and missing each other. Loving each other. Wanting to scream at each other, and for each other.

And part of you wants him to spit vicious words and fight back, just for you to feel something — even though you know that’s not Azriel’s style. But you stare and stare, and neither of you speak, and then Az is shaking his head and clenching his jaw.

“I’m not arguing with you here.” He says. “It’ll only draw attention to us.”

You fold your arms. “Fine.”

“I’m going to speak to Rhys, find out what his father said. And I’ll speak to Kaeda—”

“Go right ahead. I’m still not stepping foot back in Fenlaros—”

“And I’ll bring you some blankets and food. Or Cassian will. Or…whatever.” He stops still for a second, swallowing. “But we need to fix this shit between us.”

You know that. But you’re so fucking stubborn, your own worst enemy. And right then, you want to scream. Cry. Hurt him how he hurt you.

So you say nothing. You just shrug again.

He stares, as if waiting for a better reaction. And then he shakes his head once more and turns, striding back to the door. You wonder if it’s a bad thing to let him go, like this. When will you see him again? How will things be when you see him again? You’re making it worse for yourself, for him, for both of you.

You open your mouth — to say what, you’re not sure. But you’re stopped by Az pausing with his hand on the doorknob. With his back to you, his shoulders tense. He’s frozen in place.

And then he speaks — growls — two words. “Fuck this.”

He turns, marching back over to you so fast, you don’t have time to react.

And then he’s grabbing your face, and his mouth is on yours.

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Somebody I used to Know

I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was feeling angsty, so this is not a reflection of my mood today, since I got Stray Kids tickets! But, have some angst with this fic because this fic hurts/

Pairing: Chan x reader Summary: You realize the distance between you and Chan, and think about your friendship with the idol. wc: 2.6k Genre: Angst Warnings: Angst (it's really angsty y'all), hurt/no comfort, reader being sad, crying, anxiety, reader having a really rough time here, panicking on the side of Felix and Chan, yelling I think, this is just really sad and we got no happy ending. Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society Beta'd by the lovely @palindrome969

It had taken you a while to realize just how distant you and Chris had become. You had been friends with him for years, even before he had left for Seoul to pursue being an idol. Despite the long distance between the two of you, your friendship had remained strong, both of you finding time to maintain it and spend time with each other.

Now, you had realized that more and more time passed between the times you would talk with him. It made sense, Chan had gotten busier as time had passed, Stray Kids shooting up in popularity. But it had really been in the last year that he had messaged you less and less. You had to message him first most of the time nowadays, and even then, the likelihood of getting a response quickly, or at all, wasn’t great. You felt like you found out more about what he was up to via social media, than from Christopher himself. You were used to hearing every little thing that happened, both for himself personally, and for his group. You didn’t quite know when that stopped, but it had, and that feeling and realization hurt. You had been one of his closest friends for years, and now you felt that he was an acquaintance, almost a stranger to you.

And now here you sit, in a hotel in Seoul, having planned a trip to see him and the others. Felix had helped you plan this trip, seeing as you hadn’t gotten a chance to see Chan in a couple years now, due to busy social and work lives. You were grateful to the other Aussie, but now as you sat here to unanswered texts from either man, you felt that maybe this trip had been stupid. You figured Felix would make sure that there was time for you two to meet, but you guessed he forgot, even as close as two days ago, when you checked in for the final time before flying here.

You laid back on the bed, when your phone buzzed and when you pulled it up to your face, you saw it was a message from Chris.

‘Sorry, I can’t talk now. Can we talk later?’

You sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes as you responded, ‘That’s fine. Talk to you later Chris.’

You wallowed in your sadness for a while, losing track of time while you let yourself drown in the silence of the hotel room. You didn’t know what to do now. Felix still hadn’t answered you, and it’s not like you had ever gotten any of the other’s numbers. Sure, you could go to JYPE and try to see him there, but you didn’t think your chances of even getting in would be good. That left you with a trip to Seoul where you now had nothing to do.

After another hour of laying there, you decided to get up, decided to go and explore the city. Because why not? You should at least use your time here wisely, and despite being friends, you had never travelled to or explored Seoul before.

You decided to wander, letting yourself be guided wherever your feet took you, finding yourself walking down side streets filled with little shops and buying whatever caught your eye. You spent the majority of the daytime that remained like this, just finding the little family run shops and cheering yourself up by buying things that made you happy.

When you returned to the hotel later that evening, having had dinner and carrying multiple bags, you also found yourself getting a message from Felix.

‘Sorry! I was busy today, the group had rehearsals for our concerts in a couple days. Also, there will be a ticket for you, for the concert in two days. You’ll also have backstage access after the concert ends.’ The message said, along with the location of the concert.

Well, you guessed this will be your chance to see Chris then, even if it was just at a concert. You moved to drop your bags on the table in the room, moving to figure out a suitable outfit for a concert. You found more than a couple options, leaving them laid out to ask Felix his thoughts on them later, figuring the idol might have some opinions.

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You looked up at the arena hosting the concert, finding yourself among thousands of your friend’s fans, and somehow seeing the pickets of him and those dressed up like him only made you feel sadder, not happier. You had been effectively ignored by Chris, the man not having messaged you. And that shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did make standing here today even harder. You no longer felt like a friend, you felt like one of their fans. And no hatred to their fans, they’re wonderful people, but you hated being reduced to coming to a concert for a chance to even see him, let alone talk to him.

You found a staff member, and asked them for directions to where Felix had told you to go, to retrieve your ticket and anything else you needed. You were quickly directed to where you needed to go, finding one of their managers and after proving you were who you said you were, you were then ushered to the line up with the rest of those who had won the battle for floor tickets. You didn’t really care if you were at the front, and found yourself towards the middle of the line. Though this didn’t stay that way for long, finding yourself pulled by a staff member to your rightful place, at least as far as the number on your wristband told you.

Because you had arrived late, and maybe to the displeasure of those around you, you didn’t have to wait too long before you were let into the stadium. You found yourself right against the barrier, despite your wish not to be that close. But here you were, and within a half an hour, the group your friend led was walking out onto the stage for soundcheck.

You watched as they waved at all of their fans, and you guessed you were now included in that category, and you noticed that Felix saw you, smiling and waving at you, which you returned, though you knew your smile was strained. You could see how the blonde wished he could say hello, but this was not the time nor the place, and he was quickly swept back into the group to start the soundcheck rehearsal for the fans. You watched as they performed song after song, and interacted with their fans in between.

Somehow Chris never walked by your side of the stage, though almost every other member had. You instead watched him as he interacted with the crowd of fans, saw the genuine smile on his face as he did, remembering a time when you got those smiles too. You felt tears well in your eyes, and you quickly tried to blink them away, and just as you wished hadn’t happened, Felix walked by and saw the tears in your eyes before you could hide them. You know he saw them, his eyebrows furrowing in concern and worry, but before he could do anything, he was grabbed by Hyunjin, who dragged him away.

You just stared at the stage for the rest of the soundcheck, which thankfully only lasted for another fifteen minutes. You didn’t quite know what to feel anymore, all of your feelings hitting you at once. You moved towards the back of the area you were at, letting others take your spot at the barricade. You didn’t want to be up close anymore, you fear you would sob if you were there the entire time. And being at the back allowed you to stay away from the view of either Aussie idol when it came time for the actual show to start.

(linebreak)

“Y/n’s here tonight,” Felix said, as he sat down next to Chan.

“What? She’s here?” Chan said, confused. How was she here at the concert, let alone in South Korea? He didn’t know she was supposed to be here, and she should have told him that she was here.

Felix nodded, “Yeah, she’s out in the crowd. She looked like she was going to cry at one point,” he said, both to himself and to Chan, a bit confused at Chan’s reactions. Felix had told the older Aussie that his friend was coming to Korea to see him. How could he have forgotten? He remembered it clear as day, he told the older man while he had been in the studio with 3racha.

“Oh,” Chan said, not sure what to say. He didn’t really know what to do with that. Maybe she was just emotional to finally be able to see him performing? To his knowledge, she had never gotten the chance to see him or the group as a whole perform live.

Before Felix could say anything more, their manager stuck his head into the green room, interrupting anything the blonde was going to say, “Guys, five minutes till show time, let’s go.”

Felix lost any chance of saying anything further, as the group of eight men walked out to start their concert.

The start of the actual concert came very quickly, and you watched as they all came out, their energy insanely high, and even as your emotions swirled within you, and the realizations of what your choices were, you felt yourself be absorbed into that energy as well.

You were merely an observer within the thousands of fans, feeling like you were on the outside of it all. You watched every interaction Chan had with fans, and though you knew it wasn’t the same, you realized that his happiness here was more than you had ever received in recent times. He seemed lively, happy, enjoying life, and as the concert continued, you realized that you no longer had a place in his life.

You realized that no amount of effort you could put into this friendship would make it work. Chan had stopped putting the effort in, and maybe it was time for you to do the same. Taking one long look at your friend on stage, seeing him looking over towards you, though you doubt he even saw you, you saw him smiling and happy, and that was the best way you could think to remember him. You only ever wanted him to be happy, and maybe his happiness didn’t include you anymore.

Feeling a tear trail down your cheek, you turned and started walking away from the floor, and walking away from your shot at talking to Christopher. You knew that you could have taken the chance to talk to Chris and figure all of this out, but would it really do anything with how much the friendship had died already?

You silently walked out of the stadium, a clear contrast to all the happy and excited fans who filled the stadium. You had located one of their managers, who had been alerted to your presence, by their recognition of you, and returned the lanyard that would have granted you backstage access. You told them, when asked, that you weren’t feeling well, and that you were returning to your hotel.

It took a while to get back to your hotel room, and instead of changing, you just crawled into the bed and laid there, zoning out and staring up at the ceiling as tears fell down your cheeks. You didn’t know how long you laid there, until your phone started buzzing like crazy, and you found that both Felix and Chan were messaging you. You numbly read through their messages, and as you took a couple deep breaths, you created a group chat for the three of you.

You first thanked Felix for doing his best to get you and Chan the opportunity to meet up again and hang out. Because you were thankful. He had been helping you do this, as well as informing Chan about it, all while being busy himself. You even thanked him for the concert ticket, and that you were grateful to see them live, just once. As you kept typing, messages from the two came flooding in, each one more concerned than the last. When Felix stopped typing, you think he must have come to one of two conclusions, either you were ending the friendship, or doing something worse than that.

‘Christopher, I will always cherish our memories together, the decade long friendship that we shared. But I think we’re on different paths now, I think fate has said that our journey ends here. So with a heavy heart, I wish you all the best, and I’ll always love you, even though we won’t get to talk anymore. Goodbye Chris.’’

You left the group chat after that, not seeing any of the responses from either idol, and while it took you a moment to push yourself to do it, you deleted both of their numbers. Setting your phone down and ignoring the buzzing, you pulled your laptop out, deciding to cut your trip short, and rebooking your flight to leave midday tomorrow. You knew that as much as you’d like to stay here longer, if you wanted to avoid contact with your now ex-friend, it would be better to leave.

You then moved to pack up your things, not that you had many to begin with, as well as laying out your comfiest outfit for the morning, and packing away the outfit you had on currently. But not before taking one last selfie in it, so you could look back on this day, as sad as it would be.

You had arrived at the airport a couple hours early, having checked out of your hotel room early, knowing Felix had known what hotel you were in, and hoping to avoid that interaction. Thankfully the check-in process was quick, seeing as you were there much earlier than others would be, and it was just under 30 minutes before you were making your way over to security. You were in line waiting to enter security when you heard someone call out your name. You turned your head to find Chan, a hat and mask on, but neither hid his eyes, his eyes that were red and bloodshot as he stared right at you.

“Please! Talk to me!” Chan begged you, standing on the other side of the barrier that separated the two of you.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to muster up the words to respond to him. You knew this was the coward’s way out, but you just turned around and moved into security all while he kept calling out to you, his cries getting more desperate.

You went through security, knowing that he was still on the other side hoping that you’d turn around and come back out. But you couldn’t.

Instead, once you passed through security, you opened up your phone to send him one more text.

‘I’m sorry it had to end like this, Chris. I’m truly sorry. I’m a coward who can’t muster up the words to explain why, but this is better for both of us. I won’t have to worry if you really still want to be friends or if I still have a place in your life, and you can forget about me and continue making your fans happy.’

You knew you could absolutely be the villain in this story, and you were okay being that. No matter what, you couldn’t hurt him. Chris was too good for you to ever do that. You turned your notifications off as you put your phone in your pocket, heading to your gate, and leaving this all behind.

Taglist: @bethelighthalazia

#mirohsaurorasociety #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #chan x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan angst #chan angst

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moki-dokie · 3 months ago

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there's been a bit of a Hot Topic going around bsky (and twt too i guess) about why my age group (particularly in the US) doesn't cook at home much anymore

and there's been a whole lot of takes ranging from dogshit to good and intelligent to total confusion from folks in other countries. neat stuff right. decided to throw my 2 cents in from my own perspective as part of the demographic.

the tldr of it being: there are *several* factors that make it not worth it nor cost efficient anymore where it once was. obviously that isn't gonna be the case for everyone, but it is the case for an overwhelming majority, me included. and this isn't even including, you know, a whole population of disabled people who are physically unable to cook for themselves but I sort of figured that was a given. but maybe not, considering...

then this absolute genius comes in

thank you buddy for having no reading comprehension and missing quite literally every single point i made that it isn't strictly about the dollar amount of the meal itself. like. okay??? good for you i guess.

sure, there will be some meals where that is very true. I could make a bigass pot of ham and beans that'll last me a whole week for about $10. hence why i added there will always be some meals cheaper to make at home. but that completely disregards every. other. point.

it is not, and has never been, about the direct cost of the meal itself. that's just one of a handful of reasons that factor into the whole conversation. there are going to be times that eating out will be more expensive price-wise, but when it checks off like 5 different boxes i couldn't fulfill myself for whatever reason, that price balances out. and we really are in an age where we're having to negotiate the worth of every action we take and every minute we spend on something. i don't know why thats such a hard concept for people to grasp.

legit nobody is arguing it *should* be this way. it shouldn't. we all recognize this. in the ideal world it would be both worth it and affordable to make every meal at home and leave eating out for special occasions, as was the case when i was growing up. and i totally get it that our parents, many of whom raised us by their lonesome, managed to do it fine so in theory we should be able to as well. sometimes, yeah, it really is a matter of sucking it up and doing it no matter how exhausted you might be. that's true for all facets of life tbh. but it shouldn't be that way all the time every time.

and, i don't know about the rest of you, but for us? it really was a whole fucking To Do to clip coupons and plan Shopping Day. I'd spend a couple hours clipping from a few different newspapers and the mail fliers we collected. then we organized them by store. then mom would plan out which stores we would go to for which items,the route we'd take since sometimes it meant going outside of town, the timeframe for everything since it was typically an all-day event. like, a whole day of planning and a whole day of executing JUST to grocery shop, and that was back in the 90s/00s. Inconvenient, yes, but still actually worth the trouble. couponing saved SO much money back then, especially if you knew the stores that would double them. coupons like those don't exist anymore. period. now the ones that do are like, pennies off or bogo deals and otherwise it's app this and app that for any sort of savings - which even then might only be like a meager 10% off the purchase. in no way is it worth my time and effort today to do the same thing we did when i was young.

anyway. so yeah. for a hell of a lot of us, sometimes going out to eat or ordering in is in fact the most worthwhile way, and sometimes even the most cost efficient way, to feed ourselves anymore.

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delight-angelsbliss · 2 months ago

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Don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Heh I wanted to post this sooner but here we are

welcome to my February valentines special that will go on for the full duration of February!!

You may choose a prompt and Character from my list and request<3 this is actually my first ever special/event I'm doing lol S1 prompts from 1 - 11 are by @/novelbear they're really cool and have amazing prompts (^-^) there also inconsistent small and large texts so it's actually readable cuz it gets cut off sometimes lol!! I'd also recommend that when requesting u say which Season ur prompt is from for example "S1 nr 4 with ___" u can also request up to 3 prompts in one! I'll try my best to use it all<3 everything can be requested as platonic!! Edit: can you guys please specify gender and if it should be hcs or not? As much information as possible would be nice and helps alot

S1 Cute scenarios<3

Spending all day watching cute crafts and baking to do

Rom com marathon!!

Trying (and maybe) failing to make food heart shaped

Realizing you both have contrasting views on valentines

"Baby, I love you, really, but if I eat one more piece of chocolate I'll throw up"

Making the same reservations at the same time but different restaurants and/or the same one

"I thought you'd at least ask me to be my valentines" "we've been together for years, I thought that was a given"

Both not caring much abt valentines but get dragged to a double date by friends

"How much did this cost?" "Does that really matter?"

Spending the night walking through the city silently

Begging your partner to get matching sweaters until they say yes

Buying couple shirts and deciding the whole day which one to wear that u completely forgot ur date

Not leaving bed at all

Going to the carnival

Double dates

Confessing with a love letter

first kiss together on your first valentines

getting proposed on valentines

Picking grapes together

Making heart cake pops and eating them but they fall down

"I think I deserve a kiss"

"You didn't have to do all of this!" "Yeah, which is why I did it for you"

"I wish everyday could be like this"

"Is it just me or do your lips look softer than usual?"

"We don't have to go out"

"I can never get enough of of how pretty you look"

Ordering in and watching crime action series

"You remembered?" "Of course I did, I love you"

Trying to do pilates together only to fail miserably

Writing a love letter only to throw it away but they find it

S2 Yandere scenarios!:

"I just got some very wise advice from a wise woman..." U can ask more abt this btw and I'll explain a bit more what I mean with this

"Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this"

"Do you think I enjoy punishing you?! I don't!"

"Tell me how much you love me"

"I'm jealous of the way you are happy with them but not me"

"This world is a ugly place, you're too beautiful for it"

"I know I'm sick in the head, but you'll be my cure"

"I love it when we're so close together like this"

"Of course I'm jealous! You're mine, not theirs!"

"Dont you get it? I would die for you if you asked me to"

"Your skin is so soft"

"I just love the last souvenir of your eye so much that I'd like the other one please"

"I could kill you if I wanted to"

"I live for you, you're like my oxygen"

"If you run, I'll break your legs"

જ⁀➴ ♡ Matchups

I actually do match ups which isn't really known cuz it's in my rules and dni lol but I do make matchups in case anyone wants one<3 this was added on 20:37 on 4th of February which is a bit later than this was posted

For a match up I need as much information as possible it's also allowed in a platonic form

If there's a preferred age range and gender

Hobbies

Likes

Dislikes

Special interests

And more would be needed (^-^)

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takusan-no-ai · 7 days ago

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Burning Desires

PAIRING: Burnice/Caesar/Piper/Luciana x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a crush on (Y/N), Phaethon’s younger brother.

Burnice was ecstatic when she learned that Phaethon had a little brother. Finally someone who can keep up with her energy! At least that’s what she thought. Sure, you entertained her shenanigans more than the others, but you were a sloth yourself. Even still Burnice always found a way to be the life of the party whenever things got boring.

She honestly didn’t know you weren’t aware of your siblings proxy work; being in the Outer Ring busy making nitro fuel and all. When you stormed off from Random Play to clear your head, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, the first thing you did was call Burnice. Asking her if she was free to talk. She wasn’t expecting for you to sound so strained and upset, like you desperately needed a distraction. Nonetheless she still entertained your presence with a bright smile.

Burnice noticed you’d treat her a little differently, maybe it was because she never tried to lie or hide about Phaethon, but you started to match her energy; more recklessness, more fun, and even a little bit of pyromaniac charm. And Burnice knew she liked you. For a long while now she’d know she had a thing for Phaethon’s younger brother.

Burnice was always more than happy to help her crush, and she was really touched when you didn’t push the blame of your anger onto her, despite how easy it would’ve been to deflect the blame. That you simply wanted to spend more time together, that she was the person you thought to call when in need of comfort; Burnice felt a little selfish for being happy all this happened.

Burnice watched from within Cheesetopia as (Y/N) stared down at his phone. He held a somber expression, constantly looking up and down at it. His thumb hovering over the call button.

Ever since the argument with Belle and Wise, he hasn’t returned home. Said he needed some time to think. They were understanding enough and asked the Sons of Calydon to keep an eye on him.

He was so engrossed at the name on his screen that he didn’t notice the shadow looming over him. With a strong thrust, Burnice hip bumped (Y/N) back to reality. A reality where he was now fighting to regain balance and not fall.

Burnice grabbed his hand, now forcing him to face her. “If you wanna talk to them then you should!” She began, a small smile on her face. “I’d hate it if you regretted never reconciling with your siblings, let alone never even talking to them again.”

(Y/N) put his phone away, clearing his throat. “Nah. I don’t feel like it right now; let’s just go complete another commission with Pulchra.” He trotted off to find Pulchra. Ever since he learned of the proxy business his siblings had been doing he decided to become a mercenary for hire.

Pulchra and Burnice have been training him and helping him get used to hollows. His reason for doing all this? Because they told him the secret was kept for his own safety.

“He’s just going through a phase. Eager to prove himself.” Lighter said to a now deflated Burnice.

“But he clearly means to see it all through. What if he chooses the life of a mercenary and completely abandons his family?”

Lighter stared at Burnice and then looked towards (Y/N) who was now waving her to come over.

“Why don’t you ask him then? You love him, right?” He teased. Burnice blushed lightly, the glow having returned to her eyes.

She rushed over to (Y/N) and locked arms with him, the latter jumping at the sudden contact. “Sorry kitty, but I need to borrow my little firecracker for a second.” Pulchra felt her spine shiver at the look in Burnice’s eyes. That same glow when she almost burnt…ugh.

“Take him. Long as you want.” Pulchra quickly spoke as she jetted.

Just like that (Y/N) was taken to a secluded spot, a little ways away from the Sons of Calydon base. “What’s going on?” He asked.

She sat down on a bench and patted the seat next to her, beckoning him to sit as well. (Y/N) sat down on the opposite end, sweating slightly. This wasn’t the first time Burnice made him nervous. Outside of the obvious reason, this one seemed more…targeted.

She took a deep breath before grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Stop avoiding the inevitable! Even if you hate me for saying this, I just have to. You’re clearly hurting and deflecting the pain. And as much as I love being near you all the time because I’m in love with you, you can’t keep putting yourself second place; your feelings matter.” She took another deep breath, having said all that without a pause.

(Y/N) stared at her, bewildered. And blushing. “Uh…wait a moment.” He tried to rack his thoughts together. “Thanks for the concern. I know that I have to talk to them eventually. And I want to. I just…want to be stronger first. So that they’ll know they don’t have to worry for me anymore.”

He coughed in his hand.

“Also…did you say you’re in love with me?”

Burnice nodded.

“Yep! I love ya, maybe more than nitro fuel!”

Caesar loved hanging out with you. Being the more quiet and reserved type, you didn’t tend to blab about secrets or tease others endlessly. Unlike SOME people (Lucy). She could be herself around you. Shy, reading romance novels, and writing in her diary. This led to her being a little too comfortable with you. To the point she almost forgot you were a young man and barely stopped herself from walking around your room in a towel after taking a shower in your bathroom.

Caesar was mindful of Belle and Wise not wanting you to know about their side business. But she didn’t know the full extent of what you were and weren’t aware of. So when you asked her to meet you at Lumina Square to talk she was more than a little nervous you had found out. Caesar didn’t want your relationship with her to turn sour.

And for a little while it felt like it had. You were more standoffish, quicker to the point; but you still hung out with her. It was so confusing. You were obviously hurting and felt betrayed by those around you, yet you kept clinging to Caesar.

Caesar was scared for you. More than just because she loved you. She knew how important trust was, and that it can make or break anything. You both still clung to each other, yet it felt like you were always miles away, despite just being mere centimeters apart. Every time she looked you in eyes, there was a longing, one riddled with fear.

The pair exited the theater, having watched a new romance movie. Caesar tried to enjoy it, but her mind kept wandering off (Y/N). He looked fine. But he barely spoke a word. And it had been weeks since he last smiled.

“Well—uhm that was fun. How about we get a bite to eat? I heard the noodles were great here.” She tried to steer the conversation to something casual, but the atmosphere couldn’t have been any more awkward.

(Y/N) looked at the train station. Caesar followed his line of sight and quickly waved her hands.

“Not the Sixth Street one! How about we just go for a walk instead?” Her voice cracked. This wasn’t getting any better. She felt like she was walking on eggshells. One word about Phaethon and (Y/N) looked like he was ready to cry.

He nodded in agreement, already walking towards the park.

They gazed out at the sea, the sky turning a molten hue. Caesar could feel the words stuck in her throat. She knew what to say, but did she have the strength to say them?

Sniffles caught her attention. She turned around and saw a small child, no older than eight, crying. Her face scrunched up, and fisted balled, it was evident she was upset.

(Y/N) walked towards the girl and crouched down in front of her. Caesar watched him from a distance. The setting sun illuminated his face, the soft gaze in his eyes hypnotic.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mommy and daddy lied! They promised to stay together forever!” She shouted out.

“They’re getting divorced? Sounds tough.”

“They promised! I don’t want to pick! I’m never going home. That’ll force them to stay together.” She prattled on.

(Y/N) scowled, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on his legs. “Why would that fix anything?”

“Because…it’s my fault. Things would be easier if I weren’t there. They wouldn’t have to lie. Or fight.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were burning red, tears prickling them. Caesar stepped forward, encompassing both of their hands in hers.

“Mommy and daddy love you, and I’m sure they’re worried out of their minds about you. Even if they stayed together forever, their feelings wouldn’t be any different.” (Y/N) gazed at Caesar, his mouth curving upward.

“Trust is important. And when it’s broken, it hurts. Badly. But sometimes it comes down to either breaking a promise or living in shame. Coming out with the truth instead of leaving you to find out for yourself. That’s honorable; it hurts, but it’s better than feeling lied to in secret.”

The little girl seemed to understand, having wiped away her tears. Together, Caesar and (Y/N) walked her back home. Her parents engulfed her, thankful for her safe return.

“Hey…,” he said to Caesar, watching the mom and dad fretting over their daughter. “…thank you. For putting up with me. And…for saying that.”

She looked at him confused. (Y/N) turned to look at her, his eyes focused on her. So much that Caesar could see her own reflection in them.

He walked forward, holding both of her hands gently.

“I couldn’t say those words because it meant acknowledging how much it all hurts. I love Belle and Wise, but I’m scared. More than anything. Scared that they regret me being in their lives. That I’m such a nuisance they would rather keep their double life a secret than tell me.”

Caesar fought back tears.

“But I know they love me. They love me so much they don’t want to see me hurt. But they still pained me in a way that even I can’t comprehend. Yet I love them. And I want to trust them again.”

He leaned forward.

“I want to trust everyone again. Including you. Because…,” he blushed, not finishing his sentence. Caesar could feel her heart race. Her face burning so bright it hurt.

He kissed her quickly, immediately walking away. Caesar stared off into the distance. (Y/N) turned around, scratching his head, sighing. He walked back and grasped her hands.

“Cmon. Let’s go eat some noodles.”

Piper vibed with you a little too well. Both just chilling, occasionally getting excited about something, just living life step by step. The most shocking part is how often Piper came close to telling you about the proxy business your siblings had going on; she knew they just wanted to keep you “safe” but that never meant she wouldn’t tell you the truth if you ever asked or got curious.

That’s likely why when Belle called, letting Piper know that their younger brother had found out about Phaethon, she just had to giggle. You had already made your way to Piper, who was currently in town getting a touch up for Steeltusk. Yeah she heard about the drama you youngins had going on.

You respected Piper from never truly keeping the secret from you; you understood that she was simply caught in the middle of it all. Piper was actually a little shocked at how mature you were about the whole situation. She thought for sure that you’d be more upset. She found that side of you to be pretty impressive.

She didn’t try to butt into the middle of all your personal problems, but she still made it known that she was all ears. Of course Piper had her own personal problem: you. Now that you’ve been spending more time with her, shes become hyper aware of your presence. And it’s made the casual way you’d both interact harder.

“I think she needs a oil change.” Piper said, wiping the sweat from her brows. The sun outside Turbo’s Remodeling Shop was especially hot that day. Enzo gave Steeltusk a once over before nodding in agreement, already walking back inside to get the necessary equipment.

Piper leaned back into the engine, checking for any oil leakage. A shadow appeared, shielding her from the simmering beams of the sun. She turned around, her face burning from the heat, and eyes half lidded.

(Y/N) stood above her, holding a cold water bottle to her forehead. The cool temperature was an instant relief. “Thanks kiddo.” She mumbled before grabbing the drink and taking large chugs. (Y/N) only nodded, still entrapping Piper between him and Steeltusk.

“How’s the repairs going?” He asked. Piper gulped slightly. It wasn’t like her to be nervous around others, let alone someone she’s known for a decent while now. But alas, no matter how old you get the heart will always have its own agenda. A cruel lesson Piper had learned in recent days.

“Yea-yeah. It’s going fine. Though it’ll be a little on the expensive side; no more scratch offs for a while it seems.” She did her best to casually continue the conversation. But the close proximity was suffocating. “By the way…,” she started.

“—Mind if I hit the road with you back to the Outer Ring?” He interjected. Shoot. Piper lost her chance to escape. She didn’t mind being near (Y/N), on the contrary she actually liked his company. What she didn’t enjoy was how the sun wasn’t the only thing making her sweat now.

“Sure kiddo—”

“We’re not that different in age, ma’am,” (Y/N) chided. Piper gulped again. He was right. But she had to create this barrier or else she might say something else. Something that could risk their entire relationship.

“Geez, youth can be so energetic. Having the strength to waste your breath on nonsense.” She teased. “But sure, I call ya somethin’ else.” Piper finally breathed a sigh of relief when Enzo reemerged from his shop, tools in hand.

“Ah, hey (Y/N)! Been a while since you left that room of yours. What’s up? Does Eighteen need some maintenance?” Enzo asked. (Y/N) shook his head.

“I’m just here to see Piper.”

“Well then maybe you could keep her company, because this is gonna take a while.” Enzo said, already getting to work on her truck.

(Y/N) looked at Piper. She shrugged her shoulders, accepting her fate. The pair walked off down the street, relaxing on a nearby bench.

Piper sighed. (Y/N) looked at her confused.

“What is it?”

Maybe the heat was finally getting to her, but Piper started saying things she really would have rather not.

“I’m just wonderin’ how little ol’ me is supposed to keep this all up.”

“Keep what up?” He asked, concerned.

“Handlin’ bein in such close quarters with yo—nothing.” She quickly corrected herself. But (Y/N) knew what he heard.

He leaned forward, caging Piper between him and the bench arm. “Being close to me…does it make you nervous?” He asked with a smile.

Piper started blushing now. “Ugh!” She was getting frustrated. Why was she acting like some shy school girl? “Yeah! Ya make me so nervous I can’t help but want you closer.” She boldly stated. Then her eyes widened. And so did (Y/N)’s.

“Thats…one way of saying you love me; good thing I love ya too.”

Luciana enjoyed your company. Unlike SOME people (Caesar), you were more serious, down to earth, not constantly causing problems. Or being too naive and idealistic to understand the stakes at hand. Overall, she could actually be sane around you.

She understood why the proxies kept their business secret from you. She also emphasized with you. Feeling like others are constantly controlling your life. Not being able to tell friend from foe. Luciana found a kinship in Phaethon’s younger brother.

Luciana goes to Lumina Square fairly often, so she’s had a few encounters with you sulking about. It kinda ticked her off seeing you like that. She was angry that you just seemed so…dissociative. Like you’d completely given up even caring.

So from then on she kept bugging you to spend time with her. “Just a distraction.” “Oh a coincidence.” “Stop asking so many questions and come on!” She’d say. Eventually Luciana got you to finally be willing to come with her and run errands or relax at the salon.

“Come on! The sale is going to end if we don’t pick up the pace.” Luciana had been more demanding than usual. She kept beckoning (Y/N) to follow her which way and there. From packaging stores, to card shops, and now Dew Gardening Shop.

Orchidea conversed with Luciana, who was eager to get some flowers she apparently went to the extra effort of pre ordering. Meanwhile (Y/N) stood off to the side. A listless look in his eyes as he helped carry her shopping bags.

“Alright, we’re almost done.” Luciana said enthusiastically. (Y/N) sighed.

“Thank God.”

She immediately gave him the side eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He said, looking away with a sly smile.

“It clearly meant something!—look, you can try but you won’t get a rise out of me; I have more class than that.”

“Hm. Uh-huh.” He said while walking ahead. Luciana rolled her eyes, fanning her face. She couldn’t spoil the surprise, no matter how obnoxious his words were. So she marched forward to their last destination: Simmer Hot Pot Restaurant.

Luciana and (Y/N) were led to a table far in the back, one she had reserved for this very meeting. She sat down first, close to the center. (Y/N) sat down further from her. Strike number one. So she switched chairs and sat closer, earning herself a questioning glance from him.

Whilst he perused the menu, Luciana started scavenging through the bags for each material. Carefully putting together each intricate detail. “Lucy, what are you getting?” (Y/N) asked her. She shifted the object behind her, pointing at the more expensive choice.

(Y/N) squinted his eyes, looking at her skeptically. “You’re still paying, right?” She scoffed. Strike number two.

“Of course! Now order something more special, it’s not everyday you get spoiled.” She kept egging him to make a more expensive choice. Eventually they ordered, and shortly afterwards their food was delivered. Luciana cleared her throat, holding the precious gift behind her.

“Hey (Y/N)…,” chewing sounds interrupted her. She looked over to see him already eating. She could feel her face turning red. “Uhm. (Y/N)?” She said more firmly.

He finished chewing and look over at her, head tilted slightly. She handed him the gift, wrapped in the carefully selected paper they shopped for. Accompanied by a signed card on top and a flower carefully arranged in place. All of which they bought together today.

(Y/N) looked at it quizzically. Whilst he carefully inspected it, Luciana twirled her hair, looking away as she blushed bashfully. “I know it’s a little early. But I wanted to get you a birthday gift; you’ve been feeling down lately so…I just wanted you to know that I care about you. A lot more than most.” She confessed.

His eyes started to glow, like a light had been reignited in them. A small blush creeped on his face, a smile overtaking his previously blank expression.

…

“Oh, so it’s a gift for me? Thanks. I appreciate it. You’re a great friend.” He said smirking.

Strike three.

“Listen here you little—!!!”

- Fin

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sodatelle · 15 days ago

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kind of obsessed with your jay. do u have any hcs or anything u can share pleaseee 🙏

Hii Anonie i Have like a Million hcs for All the ninja I’ve Oc-ified them All no one judge me Srry They r all under the cut i waffled a bit … tgey might be ooc But i don’t care this is My world and i make the rules

i said this Before but jay is korean to me … But very Whitewashed Since ed and edna r white ! i rhink He definitely tried to connect with his culture a Little … but the most he knows is a teeny bit of korean from watching kdramas with Nya . The rest of the ninja r more connected to their culture and jay spends so much Time with them that U got this korean guy Who’s a mish mash of random cultures Which i rhink suits Him well ❣️😊

n He is TALL…. One of the more taller ninja . U feel me . like he is a tall guy and he’s also quite lean in Muscle . not the tallest i think that’s probablr Zane To be honest #Sorry i’m a Bandwagoner But i think he’s Second tallest Maybe . third tallest . Not sure But he’s up there

Thid is one of those hcs that Exists just for me which is i think all the ninja have some weird ability that they can do If they really push The limits of their Powers .. They r the elements of creation I think they should have something Special U know . Jays in particular is teleporting 😊🌹 Something something about moving your electrons or something … Idk . someone will figure some way for it to happen but i think He can teleport . at first he kept getting fed up because it was . HARD and could only do it once after a good few minutes or concetration but after a long . long time i think he got more used to it and can do it in quick succession… though post merge he definitely forgot how to do it again but the muscle memory of it is there ? so Sometimes he’s giving a presentation in the administration and he looks up And he’s in the bathroom suddenly and he’s like Yo…. am i …. Going insane

whenever he fights He does so More using speed and agility Rather than Strength .. he is Built but again hjes more on the lean side Like he got a Sleeper build . Whenever He fights I think it’s a lot of Quick teleporting around to dodge … On that note he is banned from teleporting during ninja training sessions it makes everyone too Mad . He is a master at rage baiting

I rhink he might have Bpd …. not sure ? Maybe late onset bpd that worsened after the merge But was there pre merge as well . dont know …. i see many people hc him with psychosis or schizophrenia And i think rgeyre all cool hcs 😊 i will write them on a board close my eyes and throw a Dart to decide

speaking of eyes .. Post shattering he has a teeny speck of red in the middle of his eye I think i Drew this once or twice .. and whenevr shatterspin takes over the red expands to the whole of his eye And the blue part becomes tiny .

on the topic of shatterspin I love the hc that Shatterspin is like . Drugs …. cinder and Jay and everyone else who uses it (minus the f5 Who have been using it for millennia ) Face withdrawal symptoms when not using it …. i think Whenevr jays in his healing Era he chews a lot of gum to keep his mind off of it and whenever someone annoys him he starts . smacking his gum so loud That Kai threatens to kill him

he also a Crooked grin 😭😭🌹 and dimples But only because i got dimples so im projecting

he had braces in early Ninjago .. I rhink he got them off Between s3 and s4 Before he became a Tv host . U can’t be a Tv host with Braces It’s too embarassing

He Loves laying his Head in nyas Lap .. 999999% U will find nya locked in on something and jay snoozing away in her lap

casual clothes Wise he LOVES his baggy clothes ….. baggy pants baggy shirts even his ninja gi is always a Teeny big messy . though Post merge after leaving the administration He’s got that 6am wake up drilled into his head so when he dresses up in gi again that Shit is UNIFORM! He running it like it’s the military …

He has a tattoo of nyas Kiss mark On his collarbone . Sorry i Think jts cute .. post merge He doesn’t believe nya is his Yang so she’s like Fuck U man watch this . puts lipstick all over her lips and kisses the kiss mark to show him it lines up ans that it’s HER lips and he’s like . Why would i get that tattooed

I think U need paperwork to wear earrings in the administration So he probablr wearing paper clips in his piercings to prevent them from Closinf up . he looks Dumb as rocks doing this By the way He thinks he’s slick . everybody is Judging him

Picked up a smoking Habit from his time in the Administration …. Hard to quit . every now and rhen cole says something stupid and he’s like Lowkey I need a smoke before Relaziing he’s a couple years Clean so he starts using those cringy breathing gifs

hes bi 💯 He is for Everyone

He can use his lightning as a deflibrator .. i think i Read this somewhere . it was cool as fuck Though . not just on himself but he can use it on others like Strike them with Lightning To restart their Heart … but everyone tries to avoid that sceanorio Because as soon as your heart starts beating again It feels like you just got hit with a Mega truck everyone Hates it

Where Nyas Better at constructing things with actual materials And engineering Jay is better at working with scraps and what he has on Hand rather than proper Materials …. He’s also a Physics Guy . The really Annoying kind that never stop Waffling

The Lack of Proper vision In his left eye has lead to a Pair of cunty reading Glasses . They all clown on him for it but nya secretly thinks It’s the single most hottest Thing ever she will never admit it Though …

Ok im Projecting Here but@He has a very high Tolerance for Heat … Bro Grew up in a Desert i Think he can handle it WELL . but he also Gets cold extremely Easily So 99% of the time U see him like a backpack Attached to Kai otherwise u turn around and he’s frozen into a Block of ice

I rhink Jay and Kai r the looks of the Team …. I know Kai’s is #canon but i Don’t tgink they would’ve started a Cult for a fugly Guy also he was the son of a Big hit movie actor and a Absolutely Stunningly Gorgeous woman and a TV host at one point . he either Got the charm or the face PICK ONE!!!!

Face wise He has a very approachable looking Face . i know Rogue mad as Fuck in the crossroads trying to look Edgy and some old lady come up to him Asking Hey Where’s the Bathroom😊 and he’s like. Do you think Ras abandoned me on purpose

Pre merge He. obviously had a Meet the parents with Ray and Maya after nya and Kai found out they’re alive Because he was all about doing it Properly and it was one of the worlds most Awkward dinners ever He was mentally killing Himself 30 Times

Post Merge when Kai and Nya r searching for him they find him In a Dusty Pub reading a newspaper That has his Face plastered on the front With the words WANTED DEAD!!!! and Kai and nya r like ? Hey jay…. and Jays like Wow Who’s Jay. never heard of him . he’s not me . and rhen Nyas like ? U have a big J on the back of your suit and he’s Like I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about

When Jay rejoins the Ninja again But has no Memories still they’re telling him about His life to try to get him To rmemeber who he is but instead of that Jay starts reacting to it like a Bad youtuber . Kai’s like Yeah U lowkey Wenr crazy and started talking to glasses of water and Jays like I rhink you are mischaracterizing me i would never do That

In the administration sub agent prentis And his employees Probably saw jay with his shirt off once and saw all the scars from general Ninja work and Also nadakhan torture scars And were like Guys our boss Is going to KILL US ALL if we don’t file this paperwork . he was a Mafia gangster…. and U cut to Jay in his room being like Should I wear my blue tie or my Grey one 😊

and lastly ..I also Think the administration housing was like Lowkey Fake sky Fake grass fake everything So when he escaped the first thing he Took notice of was how big the sky was like that radiohead song that goes . One day I am gonna Geowww winngss A chemical Reactionnn …

I probablr have . a million more . i rhink about Ninjago constantly i could yap about any of the Ninja for ages Thank U for this Ask anonie….

#asks #jay walker #Some of those probablt Ooc BUT IDGAF!#My house My food .#Hope I delivered . kind of started Waffling at some Point #ninjago #jay ninjago #jaya ninjago #maybe…

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 month ago

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In a Few Years

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Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!cop!reader

Summary: You and Luca split ways to focus on your careers. When you run into one another four years later, you get a chance to reevaluate your relationship.

Warnings: breakup, reconciliation, banter, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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Four Years Ago

“Hey,” you greeted as you entered Luca’s home. “I just got off the phone with the chief.”

“You got the promotion?” Luca asked.

He turned the burner on the stove down and exited the kitchen to see you.

“I did. But… she promoted me to Sergeant, but she offered me a new role. I’d be leading my unit.”

“That’s incredible,” Luca cheered, though his excitement was visibly diminishing.

“Yeah, yeah, it is,” you murmured. You added, “And you’re working on beating the SWAT record and moving up in 20-Squad.”

“We’ve been busy,” Luca agreed. “Haven’t seen each other much lately.”

You nodded, wondering if staying with Luca would hold him back. He watched you with a smile, happy for you but concerned about the same thing. You were on different career paths, chasing different dreams from one another. Sooner or later, it would catch up, if it didn’t force you apart before you were ready to part.

“Focusing on work takes a lot of time,” Luca added.

“Time that we can’t put toward us,” you translated. “Is it…”

“It would be hard to do both. Distractions in our line of work aren’t wise and they get dangerous quickly.”

“Yeah.”

You held Luca’s gaze, your fear of keeping him from fulfilling his highest potential pushing you toward a rash decision.

“Maybe we should give each other some time to work toward those goals,” Luca suggested. “See where we are in a few months.”

“I agree. If it works then, we can pick up where we left off.”

Luca kissed you once more before you left, and your plan to reevaluate in a few months failed within a few weeks. Your goals took you in separate directions, and within a month, you didn't see Luca at all anymore. He was the best part of your life for nearly three years; you wanted to marry him, but the job got in the way, and you lost him instead. So, you threw everything into your career because if it took the love of your life from you, the least it could do is bring you some satisfaction.

Present Day

“We’ll be taking a brief intermission,” the event coordinator and Mid-Wilshire public relations officer announced. “Today’s seminar sessions begin at 1 o’clock and can be found in the itinerary.”

You stand from your seat and stretch. Being a Sergeant II and leading a tactical response team while finding time to support the underwater dive unit is rewarding, but mandatory attendance to law enforcement training seminars is a job duty you could live without. Today, thousands of Metro officers from California are gathered in LA to hear speakers and attend new training seminars. Your next class – all about tactical involvement in counterterrorism - doesn’t begin for an hour and a half, and you leave the large auditorium to find food and a way to spend your time.

Someone says your name, and you turn without thought.

“Luca,” you say when you see him. “Hi.”

He smiles, and your heart seems to squeeze in your chest. Years of memories with him and the feeling of pure joy your relationship brought resurface, and you fight to ignore them.

“PIII+1,” you read from his name tag. “Congratulations.”

“Yeah, 22-David,” he says, smiling as he puts his hands in his pockets rather than reaching out to you.

“That’s incredible. I’m really happy for you.”

“Yeah, I mean, look at you: Sergeant II, team leader, and UDU.”

“Met a lot of goals in the last few years.” But lost a lot of dreams along the way, you think.

“Do you have some time?” Luca asks. “Maybe we could grab a coffee or something?”

Deep down, you want to say yes. Even on the surface, you want to say yes, but some voice advises it is a bad idea. Dominique Luca is the one who got away, and even with more time and your dreams achieved, you haven’t loved anyone else.

“I do have time,” you answer before you can overthink it. “Sounds great.”

You walk together, talking about the job and the people you knew in one another’s lives. Deacon has more kids now, Hondo is settling down, and Luca has a new roommate who is more like a brother. You’ve missed a lot, you realize, as you tell him about your new team and the few things you have going on in your personal life.

“Okay, I know you can be sentimental, so please tell me you kept the bullet when you moved,” Luca implores over his coffee.

“Are you kidding?” you reply. “Of course I kept the bullet! How many people can say their boyfriend shot them to test a new bulletproof vest? I’d never let that go.”

“Did you keep the report too?”

“No, that is the one black stain in my otherwise perfect LAPD history.”

Luca nods and looks down at his cup. “If only personal lives were as easy to keep stainless.”

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “It was still good though. I don’t regret any of it.”

Luca raises his eyes to yours and smiles. “Neither do I.”

During your next seminar, your mind drifts to Luca, and he's similarly distracted in another area of the convention center. Seeing one another brings up memories and feelings, and you miss how it was then. Chasing your dreams was great, but being with Luca was being loved. You still love him, you realize, and need him more now than you did before.

As you prepare to exit the seminar, hoping to run into Luca again, your Metro captain finds you and tells you that your career path is about to take one more turn. You can feel the distance from Luca growing again. This time, you’re not sure the job is worth it.

“Hey,” Luca says as you exit the convention center.

It’s dark, and he’s sitting on the fountain edge as if he’s been waiting for you.

“Hi,” you reply.

You walk to him, then stop with a single step between you. Luca stands as you fiddle with your name tag.

“I got a new assignment,” you say.

“I heard.”

You nod and ask, “Is that okay?”

“Of course, it’s okay. Being in the same station again is more than okay.”

“Luca, I need to tell you something,” you blurt out, ignoring your pounding heart.

“Can I go first?”

“No.”

Speaking simultaneously, you say, “I still have feelings for you,” as Luca states, “I’m still in love with you.”

You freeze and hold each other’s gaze for a moment. As you smile and look down at your shoes, Luca chuckles.

“Does that mean you’d be open to picking up where we left off?” Luca inquires, taking half a step toward you.

Nodding, you meet him in the middle and answer, “I am. I think we’re in the right place to do that now.”

“Finally,” someone sighs on the other side of the fountain.

You lean to the right to look around Luca and recognize Hondo, Deacon, and Tan as they wave at you. The other man, who you assume is Street, shakes his head.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

“You know Luca,” Hondo answers, smiling.

“Yet I’m the one that had to deal with the moping,” Street mumbles.

“You moped?” you ask Luca.

“You know me,” he repeats, shrugging.

Laying your hands on his shoulders, you agree, “I do. And I still love you.”

Luca’s smile grows as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug before your lips meet.

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haytan · 1 month ago

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gracie abrams x fem!reader

۶ৎ content: based on this ask, after the tiwfl tour soundcheck, you and gracie spend the afternoon together

۶ৎ warnings: fluff, beginning of relationship

۶ৎ word count: 2150

the room is packed, but gracie still stands out. not just because your eyes won’t leave her, but because she’s the one on stage, letting out a soft laugh between notes as she tests the mic.

her voice echoes through the venue in a way that feels almost intimate, reinforcing the connection she has with her fans, who watch her every move with the same admiration.

she absentmindedly adjusts her braids while talking to someone from the crew, then turns to answer a fan asking about the setlist. the cozy sweater she’s wearing looks like a visual hug—sleeves a little oversized, just big enough to make her seem even softer.

you can’t help but smile when you see her lean toward the edge of the stage, eyes shining as she thanks someone for their support. there’s something about the way she speaks, like she’s genuinely surprised and grateful that all these people are here for her.

a girl in the front row shyly raises her hand, calling out to gracie, who immediately notices and smiles.

"hi!" gracie says, lowering the mic slightly to hear her better.

"if you could have any superpower, what would it be?" the fan asks, earning a few amused murmurs from the crowd.

gracie laughs, caught off guard by the unexpected question. she taps a finger against her lips, thinking.

“hmm… maybe teleportation? or talking to animals! but i feel like i��d just end up gossiping with squirrels all day…”

the crowd bursts into laughter, and gracie chuckles along, shaking her head as if picturing the scene.

then, someone else catches her attention.

“and you? who’s that special person you always mention in your songs?”

gracie blinks a few times, grips the mic with both hands, and smiles, but this time it’s a more careful smile, like she’s choosing her words wisely.

“oh… i think, in the end, it’s about different people and moments, you know?” she tilts her head slightly, her braids slipping over her shoulders. “but there’s always someone who inspires me the most.”

gracie bites her lip, gaze flickering to you for just a second before she looks back at the crowd, that familiar sparkle in her eyes.

the audience stirs, some whistles, some playful laughter, but gracie just shrugs, amused, before going back to her soundcheck, fingers absentmindedly playing with the mic cable as she hums a random verse.

…

from a distance, you watch as gracie steps out from backstage. the place isn’t as crowded as before, only the stage crew and the band remain. she walks toward you with a small, shy smile and that familiar mannerism you know so well: fingers playing with the sleeve of her sweater, a slight sway in her hips, and an almost needy look in her eyes.

"hey, superstar," you say as soon as she gets close, opening your arms to welcome her.

gracie lets out a soft laugh and hugs you. "hey, my everything," her arms tightening around you as she hides her face in your neck.

the early-year chill still lingers in the air, and gracie isn’t immune to it. her cold hands brush against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "you’re freezing."

“mhm?” she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "ah, sorry… maybe i should start wearing gloves." she jokes, a little sheepish.

her hands are still resting on the back of your neck as she adjusts her sleeves, tugging them down to cover her fingers. gracie has this habit of using long sleeves like makeshift gloves—probably why all her clothes are either oversized or rolled up.

"not a bad idea, you know?" you lean in slightly to press a soft kiss to her cold lips. "but how about we go get some warm coffee instead?"

gracie smiles against your lips before pulling back slightly."hm… warm coffee sounds very tempting."

you take her hand, feeling her cold fingers against yours, and intertwine them slowly. "then let’s go before you freeze."

she giggles softly, letting you lead the way as you both step out of the theater. the air outside is even colder, and without thinking twice, you slip her hand into your coat pocket.

gracie glances down at the gesture and then back at you, a fond smile forming on her lips. "you’re really gonna spoil me like this?"

"someone has to take care of you." you shrug, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and she squeezes your hand in response.

the nearest café isn’t far, and the walk there is peaceful, your steps naturally syncing, as if you’ve been walking like this forever. every now and then, gracie bumps her shoulder against yours, and you savor these small touches like silent reassurances that she’s right there, by your side.

when you step inside the café, the scent of freshly ground coffee and hot chocolate instantly warms the air. the place is small but cozy, with a few people scattered in quiet corners. you guide her to one of the high-top tables by the window, pulling out her chair before sitting down next to her.

gracie burrows into her sweater, glancing up at the menu on the wall. "hm… what are you getting?"

"the usual. you?"

"i think i’ll have a mocha."

you nod and start to get up to order, but before you can move you feel a gentle tug on the hem of your shirt.

"hey," gracie murmurs softly. "thanks for taking care of me."

the way she says it makes your chest tighten just a little, and all you can do is smile.

"you’d do the same for me."

and she would, without a second thought.

later, when the sun and the moon are locked in their quiet battle for dominance, you and gracie leave the café, now strolling through the streets of la.

gracie walks beside you, one hand tucked into her sweater sleeve, the other buried in your pocket. her shoulders more relaxed now after a long day.

you notice when she exhales a satisfied sigh, her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold.

"tired?" you glance at her.

gracie hesitates for a second, like she’s about to deny it, but then she just shrugs. "a little… but that coffee gave me a second wind."

you chuckle. "wanna head home?"

she thinks for a moment before nodding. "yeah. wanna come to mine?"

it’s a casual invitation, but the way she looks at you—like she’s quietly anticipating your answer—makes you smile.

"it would be an honor to finally see the much-talked-about new home of gracie abrams."

gracie rolls her eyes but laughs. "don’t get your hopes up, we’re still in the 'just moved in' phase. the concept of furniture is… minimal."

"that’s a fancy way of saying the place is empty, huh?"

"absolutely."

your laughter mixes with the city noise as you make your way to the car.

when you arrive, the place is exactly how gracie described it, a little empty, but carrying that unmistakable air of a fresh start. a few boxes are still stacked in the corners, and the lack of furniture makes the space feel even bigger.

you glance around, pretending to assess it critically. "wow. you guys have… one chair."

"two. audrey bought one too." she crosses her arms, trying to keep a straight face.

you nod, as if that actually changes everything. "so you have a couch?"

"no. but we have two chairs."

you lock eyes for a second before bursting into laughter.

gracie tosses her bag onto the floor and flops onto the carpet, patting the space beside her. "sit. this is the conceptual couch."

it feels silly, almost ridiculous, but gracie wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. the rough carpet under her legs, the stacked boxes in the corners, the complete lack of any real comfort, it doesn’t matter.

on another day, after a show, she might’ve wanted silence. she might’ve needed time to remember how to connect after spending so long being seen by everyone, yet not feeling like anyone truly saw her.

but with you, there’s never hesitation. never a need to figure out how to feel at home.

she listens to you talk, follows along with your most random thoughts and the little inside jokes you create out of thin air. and the truth is, she’d follow you anywhere, without a second thought.

which is… kind of terrifying.

because in five months, you’ve done something no one could in five years.

you made her feel loved. like she doesn’t have to prove anything, doesn’t have to be more or less than who she already is.

she feels safe.

she feels like a princess.

and all she does is smile, resting her head on your shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh only you can hear.

…

after taking a shower together, you and gracie are standing in front of the sink, both in towels, brushing your teeth. you look at each other through the mirror, and in the corners of her eyes, you see the small wrinkles of someone trying not to laugh. you never imagined something so simple would become a form of connection.

the mirror starts to fog up from the steam, but before the mist takes over, you finish brushing your teeth. when the steam clears, and you look back at the mirror, you see that gracie has scribbled something on the glass.

‘love u <3’

you chuckle softly. "i love you too," and lean in to place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, the touch light and tender.

gracie sighs, and you can see her close her eyes at the small gesture. "so much," you add.

gracie turns her head slightly, just enough to catch your gaze in the mirror. she smiles, a soft, peaceful smile. "you're really good at making me feel things," her voice is almost a whisper, but it still carries the warmth you know so well.

you close the space between you and hug her from behind, lips on her ears. "making you feel things?"

gracie shivers slightly, but shrugs, "uh-huh."

"and what do you feel?" you whisper in her ear.

enough to get through to her.

"you know"

you take a slow breath, the silence between you thickening before you speak again. "do i?"

your fingers trail down to her hips. then, slowly, she turns, facing you, a silent invitation.

"do you?" voice barely above a whisper.

for a second, the room feels impossibly still—chemical override.

then, you move.

you close the distance, your lips crashing onto hers before she can say anything else. the towel around her waist loosens slightly, but neither of you seem to care. gracie exhales sharply against your mouth, her fingers gripping your arms as if steadying herself.

her mouth moves against yours like it's meant to.

your fingers find the curve of her neck. light at first. then firmer. you feel the way she swallows under your touch, how her breath catches for half a second before steadying again.

gracie's hands move too, slow but certain. she doesn’t pull away. she never does.

your hands move from gracie’s neck to her thighs, and with a smooth motion, you lift her onto your lap. her towel shifts a little, riding up on her butt as she lets out a soft gasp when her feet leave the ground.

"so strong," she murmurs with a little laugh.

"just for you, baby"

you take a slow breath before standing up, keeping gracie securely in your arms. her towel shifts again, but neither of you seem to care. you move toward the door, your steps quiet against the floor, and with one hand, you reach for the handle.

as you push the door open, you close it behind you with a soft click, the room dim and peaceful, just the two of you.

you walk across the room, the sound of your breathing and kissing the only thing breaking the silence. carefully, you lower her onto the bed, taking your time, making sure she’s settled against the soft sheets.

the kiss is slow, deep, and intoxicating, enough that when you pull back, you're both breathing heavily, faces flushed from the heat of it.

trailing your lips down her jaw, you move with intention, savoring her skin. gracie lets out a small sigh, her hands gently sliding up to your neck, pulling you back in.

until you both finally pull away for air.

silence hangs heavy between you. gracie beneath you, eyes locked with yours, lips swollen from the kiss.

"fuck, i love you," you murmur, your voice low, raw.

her pupils dilate, darkening as her smile spreads, the small gap between her teeth becoming more pronounced as she breathes. there’s something so innocent, yet undeniably sexy in the way she looks at you, vulnerable but full of desire.

"i love you too… so much" she whispers, voice as raw as yours.

hii, what do you guys think of the blog's new look?

thanks for reading <3

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#˚🐇⋆hayfics!!#gracie x reader #gracie abrams x reader #fluff #gracie abrams oneshot #gracie abrams x you

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novembermorgon · 2 months ago

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Can we hear more about Daenys the Myrielle daughter? I love hearing your oc thoughts so much

yes!!!

daenys ... she kind of exists in a bit of a vaccum where idk if i want to throw her in the main timeline of events in my mind but it doesnt matter i like to think about her anyways .

in the situation that shes around shes kind of like a baby made out of spite . which is really funny but i imagine it’s right after aerion gets back from lys with aerea and myrielle is really really upset and he keeps climbing on her which only makes it worse so she decides that the best course of action is of course to craft her own bastard . not that she’d ever tell him or admit it to anyone but well

i haven’t completely settled a year for her to be born but i imagine shes about 4 years younger than aenys/maegor and one year younger than aerea . shes born and shes really big and looks like that so everyone is kind of looking around like are you guys seeing this .

but aerion doesnt respect daeron nearly enough to seriously consider the idea that his wife is cheating on him with this guy so it’s in the back of everyone’s mind but nobody has cause or proof enough to make a fuss over it . maekar probably runs summerhall like the navy i wouldn’t say anything either . someone coughs a bit and is like well she looks just like dyanna and everyone just goes with it . makes sense i guess .

i imagine shes very similar to myrielle both appearance-wise (well . her features etc…) and takes on a lot of her spoiled only daughter-personality points . shes sweeter than mom but also very stubborn and needy and a bit headstrong . most people probably struggle to deal with her and can’t wrangle her into going to sleep on time and eating her veggies or whatever but shes very close to myrielle and just like with her other kids theyre kind of attached at the hip . her only daughter of course shes going to dress her up every morning and make sure shes never hurt or inconvenienced or troubled by anything ever .

shes really into astronomy and stargazing and reading and sitting up late at night to ponder life as if she’s not like 6 years old . myrielle doesn’t get it but she’ll still sit around with her and uncle (cough) daeron and listen half-heartedly while they talk about the stars until she decides that’s enough and insists that daenys should go get some sleep instead of sitting up all night staring at the sky .

hermmmm… she lives the longest out of myrielle’s kids and goes with her to casterly rock after aerion and daeron die . probably struggles to really live her own life because myrielle is so dependent on her when everyone else is dead that she can’t really do much on her own . maybe marries one of gerold’s sons but it’s more of a formality because she’s at an age where she should be having a life and an identity of her own. spends much of her adulthood making sure mom doesn’t kill herself or crash out over everything going wrong all the time in her life . sorry everything always just kind of ends miserably ….

as always an unorganized braindump but i think shes fun and cuteee i like her very much

#this has been my pitch for letting women cheat more #txt #asks #oc tag #moart #myrielle tag

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urinarythreatinfection · 8 months ago

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Hiii!!! Omg I loved Kindness Isn't Spineless!! Would you be willing to do a part 3?? Where reader and the crew are visiting an island and run into readers ex? Since they ex was toxic/abusive, reader obviously feels afraid. How would Luffy and the crew react? Luffy comforting reader? I hope you’re well <33

Hey so I went totally overboard hope that's alright. I ended up making this way too long and I have a book report to do so I'll make this the 3rd part and the next one will be the last part cuz I don't wanna dwell on this too long. Hope that's good.

Kindness Isn't Spineless

Luffy x Gn!Reader. Lots of fluff, the strawhats are here too. Happiness all around. TW: small allusion to abusive ex relationship, reader gets anxious. 2,820~ words.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

“Luffy wait!” You call out to the rubber man as he drags you by the hand happily off of the ship, excited to see a new island. It’s tuckering you out, especially when you’re drowsy from the heat. You try to stop him by standing still, but his arm just stretches as he runs ahead of you. It’s only when it drags you back to him that he realizes what happened, managing to catch you before you slammed into him.

“Woah! Hey you’re being so slow!” He says, putting you down onto your feet.

“I’m trying to be energetic but the nap I took outside ended up just making me sleepier.” You respond, sighing.

“Want me to carry you?” He grins and holds his arms out. You consider that option before shaking your head.

“No, I need to walk around to get rid of the drowsiness anyway.” After declining Luffy nods and almost immediately runs off again, stopping when you squeeze his hand. “Luffy…” You say, your voice stern, and he pouts.

“Sorry…” He doesn’t like being scolded, but listens. It’s not so bad walking like this either, holding hands as he swings them happily. He saved up some allowance so he’s excited to see the kind of food they have here, his eyes shining at the thought. It makes him want to run again but he settles when he sees you looking around.

“It’s pretty here. I know maybe not that different from other islands we’ve been to but they have decorations up. Is there a festival?” You pull Luffy to one of the stalls, buying him an apple to munch on while you ask the stall owner a few questions. As it turns out, there is indeed a festival. It’s why there were other big ships at the dock, people are visiting from other islands to celebrate. “Luffy did you hear that?” You turn to your boyfriend, who nods his head with his cheeks full of apple. He chews a few times before swallowing and licking juice from his lips.

“Festival, right? That’s why they have all the stuff up?” Wow he was actually listening. You give him a kiss on the cheek, earning a “Shi shi shi.” of a happy Luffy. The stall owner mentions that there'll be fireworks too, and even games to play.

“A lot of stall owners are going to be selling food too, which is my personal favorite.” The owner says and Luffy’s eyes light up, looking at you in excitement.

“We’re staying for the festival, Luffy. I doubt the others would want to miss it either. From what the owner said there’s some historic significance to it, we should tell Robin that when we see her.” Luffy seems uninterested until you add “She’ll be happy.” and then he seems more interested.

“Let’s go find her!” He yells, quickly grabbing another apple before he drags you away. He backtracks for a quick second to pay and then you both are actually off, Luffy picking you up and running around looking for your crewmates to give the news. You find Zoro and Nami, Nami seems interested.

“Ooo a festival, yeah we’ll stay.” The prospect of wearing cute clothes and walking around in pretty scenery is appealing to her, especially when she thinks of all the rich bastards that’ll probably come. “Huhuhu.. I’m not giving you more allowance for the festival though, spend it wisely. Unless you want to take out a loan, of course~” She says with a sly smile.

“Crazy woman.” Zoro mumbles and she tugs his ear. “Ow!” They bicker a bit but Zoro also agrees. The festival itself is okay, but the real thing that interests him is the festive alcohol.

“I’m a crazy woman for wanting money but focusing on only alcohol in a beautiful festival is sane?” Nami asks with a scoff and Zoro scowls.

“Okay let's find the others!” Luffy says quickly, picking you back up and running off after waving bye to Nami and Zoro. You find Chopper and Usopp next.

“Festival? Yeah I heard about it, my great great great grandfather actually held the first festival of this island. I even have an ancient relic of the past-” Usopp starts and you cover his mouth before he starts rambling, you’ll take that as a yes.

“What about you Chopper?” You ask the small reindeer and he nods.

“Sounds super fun!” He says excitedly, hopping a little. “They’ll have cotton candy too, right?” You nod and he hops more. “Then let’s stay! I’ll go buy all the things I need before they close up shop for the festival!” With that, the little reindeer runs off with Usopp.

You find Brook and Jinbe next, people glancing at the sight of a huge fishman and a skeleton just sitting drinking tea. “Yohoho, a festival? I agree, what about you Jinbe-san?” Brook turns to Jinbe.

“I agree as well, festivals are always a nice thing to celebrate; especially with friends.” He says with a smile.

“Very wise, Jinbe-san.” Brook says, taking a sip of his tea. “Thinking of spending time with friends at a festival... it brings a tear to my eye, not that I have one! Yohohoho!” Him and Jinbe laugh at his joke, you two leaving after saying bye.

“We already got majority vote, can we go eat now?” Luffy asks as you two actually walk around normally this time.

“True, but this is fun, isn’t it? Telling news to the crew. Plus, didn’t you hear what Nami said? We gotta spend our money wisely. Saving it for the festival food sounds way better.” You tell Luffy and he pouts a little, then grins.

“Okay! And yeah, this is fun!” He says, quickly hugging you. You hug him back, then go back on your festival informant mission. Franky stayed on the Sunny, he didn’t need to buy anything and instead took the chance to look over the Sunny while protecting it. There are a lot of other ships around after all, there’s no telling if one of them is hostile and tries something. “FRANKKYYYY!!!” Luffy yells from the dock up to the ship. A few moments and the cyborg replies.

“Yeah!?” He yells back and Luffy wraps one arm around you, stretching the other to grab onto the Sunny. It launches you both up and onto the ship, in front of Franky.

“There’s gonna be a festival! Fireworks and meat!” Luffy says, excited, and Franky grins.

“Festival? So that’s why there’s so many ships around.” The cyborg notes. “You both want to stay for that, right? Sounds Super!”

“You’re not gonna celebrate?” You ask with a frown and he shakes his head.

“Someone has to look after the Sunny, marines and other pirates might try something.” He explains and both you and Luffy frown. “Cheer up! I’ll be able to see the fireworks from here!” He says, but you and Luffy still seem a little bummed. Franky is mature despite his personality, he has a point. You don’t want him to be alone though, besides the Sunny. Luffy kisses you on the cheek.

“Well, it’s his choice. C’mon we still have Sanji and Robin!” The captain says, spreading his happy energy to you. It makes you feel better; plus, you doubt with some of the crews’ personalities that he’ll be alone for long. You two hop off of the ship and spot Sanji holding groceries, he must be bringing them back to stock the ship.

“Oh, Sanji!” You call out but Luffy beats you to it, grabbing onto Sanji’s shoulders and launching to him.

“Sanji!!” He yells and the cook jolts.

“Luffy you idiot I’m holding things!” He says, but it’s too late and Luffy slams into him. Thankfully, experience and leg strength helps him stay upright. Luffy pulls back enough to look at him.

“Sanji, there’s gonna be a festival!” The captain announces and Sanji’s eyes widen.

“A festival?” He asks and the words echo in his head. ‘Festival… festival..’ His thoughts go to the women crowding the streets in festive clothing, giggling and having fun. Nami and Robin in their prettiest clothes, eating food and playing games. Sanji playing the games for them, winning prizes and offering it to them like the goddesses they are. He can already hear their voices thanking him, praising him, bestowing their beautiful presence upon him.

“Sanji! Sanji! Hello??” You pat his cheek and he snaps out of it.

“Yes I’ll stay for the ladi- the festival.” He quickly answers, blood trickling from his nose to Luffy’s laughter. The rubber man lets go of Sanji, landing on the ground and turning to you.

“We just need Robin now!” He says, having fun on this mission you’ve made.

“Robin-chan should be near the outskirts of the island, saying there were ruins here she’s interested in." Sanji's face darkens. "I wanted to go with her, but I needed to buy groceries.” He seems genuinely bummed. “I can’t keep a lady waiting for me.”

“Cool! Let’s go!” Luffy's too used to Sanji’s woes to take them seriously. You give the cook a pat on the back before you two leave. When you’re at the outskirts of the island you realize you don’t know which part of the island she went to.

“Maybe we should’ve asked around if anyone knows where the ruins are.” You mumble to yourself, bearing the curse of hindsight.

“We just gotta look around, right? Robin always shows up!” Luffy says, swinging your held hands.

“True, Robin tends to appea- AAHH!” You jump with a yelp when you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning around quickly to see a chuckling Robin.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” She says with a smile as you put a hand to your chest, your heart thumping. Luffy seems unaffected, just excited to complete the mission.

“Robin! They’re having a festival! There’s gonna be meat and history too but meat and fireworks and meat!” Luffy rambles and Robin nods.

“I heard, I was going to tell you all when we met up but it looks like you two beat me to it.” She says.

“Great! Everyone knows now so we can go eat!” Your captain exclaims, forgetting about your earlier statement of saving for the festival.

“Luffy…” You sigh and Robin chuckles again, able to make out the context.

“Well, eating a bit beforehand shouldn’t hurt, right?” She suggests and Luffy quickly nods.

“Don’t instigate him!” You stare at her, betrayed. She gently shakes her head.

“They’ll most likely make the festival food more expensive, it’s better for him to not hold his hunger." The archeologist points out. “Luffy won’t fill up, but it should help.” She has a point.

“True…” There’s also valid concern that he might eat everything before the festival, but there could be some shops that are selling non-festive food that won't sell during the festival. You might even be able to get some for cheap depending on what it is. “Thanks Robin.”

“Have fun~” She says before you two walk off. You and Luffy go to multiple places that sell food, buying anything that won’t sell during the festivities. It helps Luffy a bit, and he pats his stomach with a content sigh.

“You aren’t gonna eat more?” He asks you and you shake your head.

“I ate enough, I’ll save the rest for the stalls.” You say and he shrugs.

“Well, okay!” He kisses you, tastes like the ham sandwich he just ate.

………………………..

Festival time! It’s bright and colorful, celebrating the moon’s creation apparently. It used to be a more elegant celebration, but time passed and people wanted to celebrate in the best way they knew how. Fun! Games and food stalls galore. You and the rest of the crew walk around, admiring everything. Luffy, thanks to Robin’s genius, gets to eat skewers with “moon sauce” whatever that is. It tastes good, you know that much. When you’re walking around you hear some whispers.

“Did you hear Mante is gonna be here?” Your heart drops as you hear the two people speaking.

“Mante? The hottie dancer?” The other person asks. “The one who works with that charity for the homeless?” Fuck, that’s definitely him.

“Yeah, apparently he’s dancing here for the festival. He’s using 70% of the profits he gets for his charity!”

“No way! Apparently dancing here is a ton of pressure! Giving most of the berri away, that’s crazy.”

“His good looks match his heart, I guess.” With that, the two people leave. Your heart pounds in your chest, this is bad, this is really bad. You knew he was getting popular but you didn’t know he would appear here.

“(Y/n)?” Luffy, munching on a moon themed pie, says your name. You’re out of it, only coming to when he presses his forehead to yours. You jolt.

“Luffy, you scared me.” You respond, getting startled for the second time today.

“You were spacing out all weird, what happened? Do you know this Mante guy?” He asks and you sigh.

“Y-Yeah, I used to know him…” Your voice is bitter and Luffy tilts his head in confusion.

“Does he suck at dancing or something?” The captain assumes from your reaction.

“No, no, he’s good. He wouldn’t be this popular if he actually sucked.” Your sigh only makes him more confused.

“What is it then?” He asks but you’re hesitant to answer, not wanting to ruin the fun by saying he’s your ex. Before he can push more, the sound of music starts. It calms you for a second before your eyes trail to a platform, on it are various dancers; and in the middle is the person of your nightmares. He’s handsome, maybe even more handsome than before in his beautiful dancer clothing. Luffy swallows the pie in his mouth, furrowing his brows as he follows your gaze to the dancer. He doesn’t know what’s going on but he knows you look scared. He quickly finishes the rest of the pie and grabs your hand. “Fireworks are way better anyway, let’s go somewhere else.”

“Where are you guys going?” Chopper, holding cotton candy, asks. He notices your pale complexion and gets worried. “Are you okay? Did you eat too much?” You shake your head and he frowns, holding up his cotton candy to you. “Want something sweet?” You shake your head again and he looks really worried.

“It’s okay Chopper, I’m just a little nervous. Maybe I just need to go somewhere quiet for a bit.” You tell the little reindeer and he nods, still staring at you. He pulls out some chewable tablets.

“Just in case it is your stomach, chew two of these and you should feel a little better.” The doctor says and you take the tablet, pocketing them.

“T-Thanks.” You mumble.

“What’s going on? Did you get constipated?” A voice behind you says, Zoro. He’s with Usopp and Nami, holding whatever they buy or win.

“Ohh is that it? Are you constipated?” Luffy turns to you and you shake your head again. The assumption is a little funny, but it isn’t really helping your nerves.

“Stop assuming gross stuff.” Nami says, annoyed. She walks over to you. “You’re just feeling anxious right? Robin is thinking about going back to the ship if you wanna go with her.” The offer is really tempting, the problem is that you also really don’t want to ruin things for Luffy. Of course, he can choose to have fun without you and leave you to Robin and Franky. He trusts them to keep you safe like this, but there’s also a chance he might be too worried to leave you alone. You can’t properly predict which one it’ll be with him, plus you do want to have fun with him around here. The thought of losing that because of him makes you angry.

“I’ll go somewhere with less people for a bit, then I'll come back for the fireworks.” You settle with and she nods.

“Well, okay.” Nami says, turning around to see Zoro trying to wander off. She quickly grabs him and pushes him to Usopp. “Make sure he doesn’t run off.” She tells him. Usopp doesn’t really want to, but Nami is scarier than Zoro. “I’ll see you, then. Don’t hesitate to go back to the ship if you need to.” She says and Chopper nods.

“I won’t.” You respond and Luffy looks at you, tightening his hold on your hand.

“I’m coming with you.” He says and you look at him.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be ba-”

“Nuh uh, I wanna go with you. I wanna rest too.” He doesn’t want to leave you alone, walking around without you wouldn’t be as fun anyway. You sigh in relief.

“Mkay, let’s go then.” To be honest you don’t wanna be completely alone either. You’re scared being alone might just make the thoughts come back. With that, you both leave after saying seeya to Nami, Zoro, Usopp, and Chopper. 'I just want to have fun without thinking of him.'

#one piece #anime only #one piece x reader #anime #fanfiction #one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #fluff #sfw #x reader #strawhats

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noellefan101 · 1 year ago

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Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

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muffinsin · 5 months ago

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Hey, it's platonic anon again, I hope you don't mind me asking, as I have been feeling a little bit insecure lately, if you do one with alcina + daughters separate reactions to a fem head maid reader slowly getting deeper in depression because she has a little pudge that she doesn't like, but it just makes he look like a teddybear, and the maids have been making fun of her recently, and then she stops showing up to work all together, staying in her room and only eating one meal a day?

-platonic anon

Awhh, this is hella adorable, absolutely! :) Imma have to remove Alci though, hunny, I don't write for her though might occaisonally include her in pieces when I feel like it

Also oops, this got way longer than I thought it would, so imma have to split it into 3 parts. This one’s Bela’s

Let's get into it! :)

Masterlists found at pinned; rip, my linking is busted

Bela

Being involved with the maidens by far more than her sisters, professionally so even, Bela notices when you don't show up for work immediately

And at first, she's willing to turn a blind eye to it, thinking that maybe you're simply too tired too work, or in need of a vacation

She does admit, there isn't all that much of that at the castle

But, she likes you

And as such, she's willing to ignore that you aren't working as you should be

That is, for the first two days, at least

She is sure: you know to come to her when in need of a break

It's not like she won't grant you one, so long as it isn't harvesting season or the beginning of winter and all staff members are needed

But it isn't, and your disappearance starts to feel a little...odd

Now, she wouldn't describe herself as someone caring for the maids, head maiden or not

But, she likes you

A kind, loving, hard working woman

Someone she finds: she enjoys spending her time with, and someone she has enjoyed getting to know

Not showing up to work is so...unusual for you. So out of character

And as such, despite what she's sure her sisters would say, she seeks you out

Knocking on the door to your room- despite not having to knock at pretty much any door in the castle due to her status- she waits patiently until you open the door for her

What she takes in has her gasp in surprise and take a step back momentarily

Your room is warm, yes, but the air has adapted a strange scent that has her scrunch up her nose. She never thought she’d want to open a window

You’re curled in bed, underneath the blankets, but she still sees the thick clothing covering you

Briefly, she worries this might be too warm for a little human, but drops the thought again

- temperature wise, you seem well and healthy enough

She takes a step closer again, her golden eyes finding yours at last

You seem…off

Yet now that she stands in front of you, she seems at a loss for words, unsure what to say

It’s not like she’s used to cheering up anyone but her sisters

Glancing to the side, she sees multiple plates by your nightstand

One for each day you spent in your room

Is that all you’ve eaten?

In her mind, she recalls: humans are supposed to eat three days a meal. Especially those hard at work

You don’t speak, only stare at her, as if too tired and drained to do much

For once, she doesn’t mind the lack of respectful bows and what not

For once, she supposes she can let this be a casual, friendly conversation

Still unsure of what to say, she sits by your bed, her flies buzzing anxiously

You look up for a moment, your eyes trailing across her face, down her neck and to her exposed collarbone, her chest and slim hips and waist

You can’t help but fiddle with the blankets, can’t help but compare her build to yours

Normally, you don’t care

But the words from the maidens, the mockery aimed at you, hurt recently

You almost wish you could be like Bela, so confident, so strong, so strikingly beaufiful

You only ever want to be that, you think

“Did…something happen?”, she asks eventually, frowning slightly, as if unsure about her words

She really isn’t sure about this, or how to go about this, and just hopes her awkward words come out right

For once, she wishes she was a little more like Daniela and could effortlessly keep this conversation up and ask whether you’re alright without this awkwardness

You gulp, pulled from your thoughts

It’s a little unusual to see her like this- so…out of her element, almost

Still, you treasure her company, and see what she’s doing

“I’m fine”, you lie, pressing your eyes shut and refusing to whimper

You don’t want to lie to her

You want to tell her all about it, want to even throw your arms around her and cry

Bela’s just always had this aura about her that made you seek her favor and praise

At the same time, you don’t want to drive her away now, don’t want to “bother” her with your problems

She frowns, confused. Hearing your heart quickening and picking up the scent of your sweat, she’s hardly fooled by your answer

Only does she not quite understand why you’d lie. Especially to her

Instead, she does what she often does when her sisters lie to her and she sees through it. She stays quiet

You whimper as her golden eyes stay on you, a gentle gaze, but one that tells you she’s awaiting your response and giving you the opportunity to correct yourself

And, wise enough, you do so

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you pull away the blankets and pull the hoodie covering you up just slightly, just enough to show her the small pouch at your belly from under your top

Alas, she doesn’t react, unsure what this means

While having been taught to express herself always, Bela is almost a stranger to insecurity- at the very least as it comes to her body

She’s never felt worried about the way she looks, paying little mind to it

You envy her

Then, just when you cover yourself up again, she asks again;

“Did something happen, little one?”

You crack

The nickname is enough for tears to run down your cheeks and- to your surprise- you feel her arm wrap around you

You’re pulled to her, sniffling

You pick up her scent, her elegant perfume and the metallic scent of blood lying underneath, only picked up this close to her

And briefly, just briefly, you have a dark thought, wishing she could just kill those that treated you so unfairly

With her arm around you, you feel impossibly safe- likely unlike most others that are this close to her

You begin to talk, begin to tell her of everything

Of the mockery, of the laughter

Of the little, stabbing comments made here and there

Of the looks

Of the mean glances and words

Of your insecurities and the growing feeling of anxiety and emptiness in you

And Bela?

She doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t talk. She only listens to you, humming occasionally to let you know you have her full attention

It’s a wonderful feeling

As you elaborate and cry a little more, she holds you tighter

She seems a little less awkward now, as if used to hold someone when they cry, and briefly you feel a strike of envy, wondering if there’s other maidens held by her and comforted like this. Then, the feeling fades when you figure; it must be Daniela, her younger sister, who you know cries easily from own experiences of holding and comforting the young woman after one of her episodes

You find, Bela offers the best hugs, though, and likely quite the rare ones

You stay close to her, breathing out a sigh of relief when you finish talking

It’s almost like speaking about it helped

She doesn’t quite understand their behavior, writes it off to the general behavior of scum

She finds, as such, they deserve to be treated just as certain way, too

You’re granted another day of staying in your room until Bela insists you return to work

More surprisingly, though, you find a maid, one of the newer ones, a little shy, but friendly, bring you a meal three times a day that day

She doesn’t say a thing, too nervous in the castle still, but you’re certain she was tasked to do so by Bela

And when you do return to work, anxious and dressed in slightly bigger clothes than normal, as if you could hide away, you find no trace of those who mocked you

Perhaps wickedly, you wonder what happened to them, whether they’ve been dragged away, killed, mauled, toyed with my the sadistic Dimitrescu sisters

Whether Bela in particular killed them. Is killing them. Is hurting them

But it’s like they never even existed, instead

You hear no screams at night. No whispers of what might have happened at all

It’s almost like your problems dissolved into thin air…

And you know you have none other than Bela Dimitrescu to thank for it

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