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saphstories · 1 year ago

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Farewell, My Friend💔😭

(PSA: Possible spoiler warnings for The Murder of Me by the Zielo Cave. Only a couple panels, but still...)

So, on Monday night, I was at work, and I checked my phone, mostly out of habit. (I don't recommend doing this, btw, it's a good way to get you written up or worse.) And I saw that I had a YouTube notification on my lock screen. So I open my phone and pull down my drop bar to have a look. And literally saw the absolute worst news.

TMOM is over from The Zielo Cave

Now for those of you that don't know: The Murder of Me, AKA TMOM, is a Sonic the Hedgehog fan comic that first debuted I think 15 or so years ago, give or take, and as much as I would love to claim that I've been a fan since the beginning, I only discovered TMOM about a year or so ago. (I have the worst luck when it comes to finding things; I'm always late to the party 🥺)

When I discovered TMOM I was in a terrible rut. I hadn't posted anything in YEARS, and the writing I had done I kept locked away in notebooks, never to see the light of day. I had no inspiration, no motivation to tell stories. It was a horrible place to be. (-10000/10 recommendation.) Then I was scrolling through Pinterest one day, and I saw a panel of this random comic.

You could probably imagine my reaction. It's so random. Then more cropped up:

My thoughts went HAYWIRE. "Why is Sonic fighting his mother? Why's he dressed like that? WHY IS HE DROWNING?? WHY ARE KNUX AND TAILS LETTING HIM DROWN??? WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING???" So I went hunting, and came across The Murder of Me by Gigi-D on DeviantArt.

I was HOOKED. The plot was so well thought out, the characterization was incredibly done, and as you can see, the art itself was BEAUTIFUL. I couldn't get enough. I flat out ignored life and read through 14 issues in one sitting. It took me all day but it was so worth it. AND THEN: I discovered the dubs on YouTube, and found that Gigi-D had decided to put together a creative team to produce the issues of The Murder of Me as episodic dubs, and I fell head over heels. The cast and editing was absolutely phenomenal, and The Murder of Me had my heart, hook, line, and sinker. What was even better was that they turned Issue 15 into an animatic episode.

Episode 15 Part 1: Purpose released on October 30th, 2022, and since then I have been anxiously awaiting the next episode by rewatching the series and all the prequels and bonus episodes I could get my mouse on. I even forced my best friend one night to binge the entire series with me, and she's not nearly as much of a Sonic fan as I am!

TMOM was more than a great watch or story for me. It was inspiration. I had an itch in my fingers that grew from writing a TMOM fanfiction that would stay hidden away into it's own complex project who's rough draft is now in production. (And could very well be released this summer if all goes well.) It was life breathed into my creativity. It was hope. For the first time in a very long time, I wanted to write. To tell a story like Gigi-D and the Zielo Cave.

And then that notification came. It was like a punch in the stomach. I was terrified and without watching it, I reacted and sent it to my best friend, wailing that once again, a story that I loved was being abandoned. That the writers were giving up. I was indignant. Screw that, I was angry and hurt.

Then I watched the video. I listened to Gigi's story, and immediately felt shamed by my own reaction. The Zielo Cave had been saying that Part Two was taking a while because of personal situations, and when Gigi revealed what had happened, that her inspiration was gone and couldn't bring herself to even sketch these characters that she loved so dearly...my heart shattered for her. While I might not really know or understand the pain of her personal situation, I do know what it is to completely lose the passion for your story. For the characters you still love, but can't bring yourself to engage with.

And while my heart of hearts aches, I know Gigi is doing the right thing. No one wants a story that it's writer is dragging their heels to share, can't bring themselves to write. God knows I've tried that, and trust me, it only hurts everyone. The writer, the fans, and the story itself. By ending TMOM here, she's protecting TMOM and its fans, and even though my heart breaks for TMOM's fate and (mostly) for her, I couldn't be more proud of her. The courage and strength it takes to walk away from such a huge part of your life in search of something more, something better?

Not only that, but honor the work and effort her team has given for Part Two and post it anyway, even though it's unfinished? To offer a written conclusion for the series for the fans that want to know what happens? I've never heard of any creator doing that, ever. All that I have seen would NEVER post any unfinished content, or unveil the unwritten plot and ending. And while I'm devastated for what that means, that TMOM is well and truly concluded and Gigi will probably NEVER return, as a fan of this series, I'm so grateful that what happens to these characters won't remain a mystery.

And to repeat what I said in the comment section of the announcement video: I pray a future that is bright and beautiful for you, and you discover what an amazing person you on this journey of healing. You're going to be magnificent because you are already an incredible person, Gigi. I can't express how important TMOM has been for me, how inspiring the story has been when I was down and unable to pursue my own creativity in my writing, and I just want to thank you for the years of dedication, passion, and love you and your team have given us through The Murder of Me. I bless all the paths you walk from this day forward, and all my love and support for you goes with you on your journeys for all the rest of your days.

The Murder of Me is over. I will always be a TMOM fan, and I will always love Gigi-D and the Zielo Cave for giving me inspiration, passion, and hope for my writing again. It's because of TMOM that The Three Sovereigns even made it to development and is now currently being written with the hope of release this summer, and The Three Sovereigns will always be a tribute to The Murder of Me and the hope this story has given me.

Thank you so much, Gigi-D, the Zielo Cave, and The Murder of Me, and fare thee well, my friend.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months ago

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bonjour 👁️ 👁️ can I get a romantic match up for marvel, spiderverse nd xmen?

Okay so I'm 18, genderfluid (but afab) and pansexual, I go by they/them pronouns. My style is kinda versatile but it tends to be a mix of y2k, grunge/emo and like the earthy black girl aesthetic. I'm around 5'8, shoulder length dreadlocks, partially dyed a dark reddish color. I really like theater, music, history and fantasy novels, and mostly anything artistic. My mbti is INFP, alignment neutral good.

Yeah that's all I can think of at the moment. Ty <3

Hi! <3

I am sorry for the wait!

I have to say, from your request, that your style is super cool!

I hope that you like your matchups!

I had fun with this. :)

Romantic Matchups; Marvel, Spiderverse, and X-Men

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Romantic;

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Marvel;

Yelena Belova -

Your paths crossed on a mission where you were both sent to track down a rogue HYDRA scientist.

Yelena, ever the sarcastic fighter, was unimpressed with the "Avenger babysitter" she got paired with.

The tension was high at first, but you quickly proved your skill in combat, matching her wit for wit and punch for punch.

Yelena started to respect you when she saw that you could handle yourself without relying on flashy powers.

The mission ended with you both covered in debris, panting on the ground.

Yelena turned to you and smirked, "Not bad, Avenger. Maybe I'll keep you around."

Yelena appreciates your quiet but passionate nature, and while she teases you constantly, she genuinely enjoys being around you.

She loves to test your patience, poking fun at you, but not in a mean way; she likes getting reactions out of you.

She secretly loves how much you love theater.

She loves it when you geek out over a play or novel.

Movie nights are a must - Yelena forces you to watch old Russian action films, and in return, she watches your Shakespearean adaptations and musical movies.

Training together is filled with competitive banter, but you make a great team.

She teaches you her Widow techniques, and you return the favor with your own combat tricks.

She actually loves your artistic side - if you draw or paint, she’ll pretend not to care, but you’ll catch her keeping little sketches of her tucked away.

Yelena doesn’t recognize her feelings at first.

She just knows she gets… Annoyed when you talk about anyone else or when you go on missions without her.

She starts finding excuses to spend more time with you - suggesting unnecessary stakeouts, dragging you to the best food spots, and even letting you ramble about history just to hear you talk.

Her biggest tell?

She gets protective in battle, covering you even when she knows you don’t need it.

Yelena isn’t one for sappy confessions, but one night after a mission, she casually drops, “So, you like me, yes?” When you stammer, she grins and shrugs. “Good. I like you too. Now come, we celebrate with snacks.”

If you try to make it deeper, she groans but eventually admits, “Fine. Maybe I think about you too much. Maybe I like it when you smile. Maybe I- ugh, stop looking at me like that.”

Yelena is the type to show love through action.

She’ll steal your favorite snacks, fix your weapons, and make sure you always have her beside you in a fight.

She lets you paint her nails, even if she pretends not to care.

Domestic life with her is surprisingly peaceful.

She loves lounging around with you, eating snacks, and binging bad reality TV.

She teases you constantly, but the moment someone else tries to?

She’s immediately ready to throw hands.

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Spiderverse;

Hobie Brown -

You met Hobie through the Spider Society, where Miguel begrudgingly introduced you after realizing you and Hobie were both “troublemakers.”

Worst idea ever.

Hobie immediately took an interest in you when he saw your laid-back but deeply passionate personality.

He liked that you weren’t afraid to challenge authority and fight for what you believe in.

He introduced himself by flipping upside-down from the ceiling and saying, “You got a cool vibe. We should team up, yeah?”

Hobie takes you under his wing, showing you the best shortcuts through dimensions and how to properly mess with Miguel without getting caught.

You both bond over music - whether it’s sharing playlists, sneaking into concerts, or jamming out in abandoned buildings.

He 100% encourages your artistic side.

He’ll ask for custom designs on his guitar or shoes.

You and Hobie graffiti together, covering walls in vibrant, rebellious art.

He loves debating with you, especially about politics, and he respects how much you care about the world.

Hobie is very aware of his feelings but doesn’t rush things.

He enjoys the slow burn, letting the tension build through teasing and stolen glances.

He starts calling you “his rockstar” more often, casually slinging his arm around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He’s touchy - his fingers brushing yours, knocking shoulders, leaning in close when you talk.

One night, after a mission, he hands you a small, custom-painted guitar pick necklace.

When you look at it, you see it’s got a tiny spider design and his and your initials on it.

“Figured you should have somethin’ cool,” He says with a lazy grin. When you question the meaning, he smirks. “What d’you think, rockstar?”

Hobie is the definition of a chill but deeply devoted partner.

He supports you in every way, never holding you back.

Late-night swinging around the city, stopping on rooftops just to admire the skyline.

He makes you mixtapes filled with songs that remind him of you.

Domestic life?

Absolute chaos but in the best way - shared hoodies, eating takeout on the floor, and dancing around the apartment with zero shame.

He adores your history and fantasy interests - he’ll sit and listen to your passionate rants.

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X-Men;

Jubilee -

You met Jubilee on your first day at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

She was assigned to show you around, and from the second she saw your unique style, she decided you were automatically cool.

“Okay, first rule of surviving here: Stick with me, and you’ll always have the best snacks and the best gossip.”

Jubilee is your #1 hype girl.

She hypes up your outfits, your talents, and everything you do.

She takes you on random trips to the mall, dragging you into every clothing store just for fun.

She 100% would love to help you dye your dreadlocks.

Late-night sneak-outs to the kitchen, where you both make the worst (but somehow delicious) snack combinations.

She realizes she likes you when she catches herself staring at you too long.

She gets so flustered when you compliment her, quickly changing the subject or pretending to brush it off.

She starts holding your hand more often, just as an “excuse” to be close.

One day, she drags you to the lake near the school and nervously fidgets with the hem of her jacket.

“Okay, so, like… You’re kinda my favorite person. And I might have a little crush on you. But don’t make it weird, okay?”

Dating Jubilee means spontaneous dates - arcade trips, theme parks, late-night movies.

She loves making you mixtapes filled with the cheesiest love songs ever.

Simple domestic moments include painting each other’s nails, baking cookies (and almost burning the kitchen down), and cuddling under blankets while watching movie adaptions of musicals and operas.

If you’re ever sad, she’s immediately throwing glitter in the air and saying, “Okay, but what if we just went and did something completely chaotic?”

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 years ago

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Hello, Sleppy! There is one thing I have always wanted to know about Jade but did not dare ask. Tell me, please, what happened to Jade and Simon in the original CoD universe? I saw a sketch of crying Jade, was it her reaction to Simon's death or in your universe he managed to survive? P.S. - I am sorry if you do not like this question at all.

Okay so since I rarely post about the OG!MW2 anymore, I'm just gonna reveal the whole plot to you guys (ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ)

Be ready cuz this is kinda long - these are the canon divergence that I constructed in the events that my OC's are inserted into the OG!MW2 plot.

So, Jade was actually sent by the MI6 to track down what actually happened that made Russia attack US out of nowhere. Because that Zakhaev Airport massacre sounded and looked FISHY as HECK. Being the MI6 she was, Jade had to report regularly to her handler in MI6 (141 didn’t know this. It’s her personal gig). She met Soap Ghost and Roach there, but her first meeting with Ghost was bad and blab la blaaa SHE OPENED GHOST'S MASK. She also met Ellie (another OC I had for Gaz who’s a medical corps leader in 141. Gaz died in the OG!MW, she was still saddened but she’s very glad to have Jade in the base).

There’s also another OC that I have named Bara. He’s a lone Indonesian Denjaka sniper lieutenant that got sent by the country to capture an Indo defector among Makarov’s cause. Because of political reasons, he’s not a 141. Bara’s like an ally that pop out sometime somewhere like a spirit. 141 themselves were still very suspicious of him, but when Bara saved Meat and Royce in Rio, he gained their trust, and 141 would help him find the defector as Bara would help them on their missions.

Now, sometime in the middle, Jade was captured by Makarov and got tortured by him. Jade intentionally didn’t escape and held the pain in to gain some info herself from anyone inside the room or from Makarov himself. And that’s where the (How about you check who you surround yourself with) and Jade’s gears started turning inside her brain. She released herself and ran amok around Mak’s place, and found some data about “anonymous source” that said there’ s mole among Makarov’s group in the massacre (we know it is Joseph Allen) and she SENT THAT STRAIGHT to MI6. Ghost and the boys found the compound and rescued a badly injured Jade.

So like, along the story, Jade found bits and pieces, put two and two together, and by the end, Jade’s 90% sure that Shepherd’s onto something shitty.

NOW HERE’S THE CANON DIVERGENCE IN LOOSE ENDS MISSION.

As Jade, Roach, and Ghost went to Makarov’s base at the Georgian-Russian border, Jade actually took the time to read the posts, notes, and all the info that were sticked to the boards, tables, and walls. In fact, as Ghost and Roach was busy fighting off Makarov’s goons, Jade READ that shit (because at that point she didn’t trust Shepherd AT ALL).

And you guessed it, she found out that Shepherd is the mastermind behind every damn thing.

So when Roach transferred the data to the DSM, she did her magic and unbeknownst to everyone, she SENT ALL the proof to MI6 on the spot.

Jade then told Ghost and Roach about everything, and they did NOT trust Shepherd anymore. So when the general told them to go the fields, they declined and decided to hold the fort inside the house. Shepherd knew something was wrong, so when he kept pressing the three to get out of the house, but again, the three didn’t oblige, the general and the shadows decided to finally go to the house.

Shepherd and the Shadows cleared the whole area from enemies and tried to find Ghost, Roach, Jade,and the others in the house. One by one, the SC people got killed with stealth. Things led to another, and chaos ensued inside the house. Shepherd could’ve burnt down the house with the 141 in it, but Shepherd’s paranoid that Jade had done something, and he NEEDED that DSM.

Shootout happened, and Jade got one of the SC as a shield with a gun to his head. Shepherd told Jade to give him the DSM, and convo happened, Shepherd finally revealed his motives. And now he had to get rid of the three of them.

AND THEN, MI6 contacted Jade, saying that the proof about Shepherd’s doing had gone public. The whole thing was his doing all long, and now the world had turned all their forces towards finding Shepherd. Russia, US, now began their search on Shepherd! WOOHOO

Panicked, Shepherd yelled at SC as reinforcements came, along with Price and Soap who came straight fom Kazakhstan to the place, Meat and Royce (who survived Rio), Archer and Toad, everyone came to help.

CLIMAX ENSUED, and Ghost got shot twice protecting Jade from Shepherd’s bullets.

As Jade held Ghost on her arms, Price and Soap, with Nikolai’s help, chased Shepherd who’s desperately tried to escape and killed him. Minus the Soap getting stabbed.

Don’t worry, Ghost survived because ELLIE WILL NOT let him leave Jade like Gaz left her too fast. So Ghost survived WOOHOOO.

The Jade crying sketch was, indeed, a cry of relief as Ellie told her that Ghost was going to be fine (❁´◡`❁). She wore Ghost's jacket to comfort herself during the times Ghost was unconscious, and this sketch came out!

Everybody lives, no WW3, no MW3. This is REAL MOVIE ASS SHIT but it’s what’s in my mind!

I have the whole ass fic about the post-Loose Ends angst at the ready if y'all want it.

#if the demand is high I'll consider posting the post-Loose Ends fic #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #simon ghost riley #sleepy answers #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost x jade #call of duty canon divergence #sleepy's thoughts #sleepy's OG!MW2 plot

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volterran-wine · 1 year ago

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POV inspired by these headcanons you did for me (which I adored, and often reread, thank you very much!)

You’re a poor Victorian Artist/Writer/Musician trying to make your way in a cutthroat world, you finished a humble showing of your work when you meet a (terribly handsome) stranger who is oh so supportive of you and shows so much interest in you your work.

Cut to approx. 100 years later, you’re happily mates to said handsome stranger, you continue to create, you’ve well outlived your contemporary rivals and critics, and you’re loving life when you hear a new book about you is being released.

Imagine your horror when you find out some pesky human historian discovered either letters written by you, sent to a trusted friend who apparently kept them after your ‘mysterious disappearance’ or worse yet, your own diary, which was tossed carelessly into the back of an antique wardrobe or under a floorboard in your haste to leave that life behind to start your new one.

While thankfully nothing supernatural was ever mention, the whole world, including but not limited to all those in the Palazzo, your in-laws and your now-husband get to read you gushing like a besotted teenager about how handsome and eloquent you thought he was upon your very first meeting, all the lovely things he said, and all you wild human feelings. No matter how cool you played it face-to-face, it’s clear you were smitten from the start. (You also may or may not have confessed to using them as a muse before being properly acquainted, someone’s likeness may have appeared in a sketch, someone’s words may appear in a poem, someone’s voice may have inspired a small composition, etc)

While most of the guard won’t see it as their place to speak on it (except maybe Corin, whether she is now your niece or step-daughter you won’t get past her unscathed) your brothers and sister(s)-in-law are more than happy to tease you, and your mate walks around with a hint more smugness than usual. Maybe you can all laugh at the authors seemingly wild theory that you did not, in fact, ‘die mysteriously’ but ran off with your ‘Italian Lover’ and changed your name being surprisingly accurate, tho thankfully missing any supernatural elements.

My reaction, personally? “I’m gonna go find my empty grave a roll around in it for a bit if it’s all the same to you,”

Well friend, I find this scenario highly plausible.

Seeing as though The Volturi are patrons of the arts they must have had a hand in a lot of creative ventures through the ages. I fully believe the royals have sponsored many an artist, probably has invited them to Volterra back in the day as well. These days they can operate more comfortably in the shadows, but back then? They had to have some interactions with the humans.

Honestly? I can only imagine how many poems, paintings and compositions are dedicated to Demetri at this point in time; with or without a mate to call his own.

#Other Peoples Amazing Ideas

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notmagicalstudents · 1 year ago

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TwstOber 2023 Day 21 - Heir

Here is the original TwstOber 2023 prompt by @raven-at-the-writing-desk: TwstOber2023

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“Are you seeing someone?”

Leona lets out a frustrated sigh. He usually wouldn’t answer the phone from home, but he got a lecture from his mother last time and didn’t want to deal with that again. Unfortunately, this cut into his down time at the dorm and had no excuse. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be on a video call with his older brother. “I don’t know why you’re even asking that, Falena.” he retorts, shifting in his seat.

“Because I want to know what’s been going on with my little brother.”

“Even if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

“Don’t be like that, Leona.” Farena scoffs, looking slightly offended. Leona rolled his eyes.

“That may have worked around our parents, but your pouting won’t get your way with me.” he says. His brother shrugs.

“It’s always worth a try.” If it wasn’t for the fact he was born first, he has no idea why this doofus would ever be king. “If you won’t tell me, then at least confirm or deny things I have heard about you.”

“Like what?”

“Like you have a best friend named Amelia.” Leona froze. How did-?

“...Cheka told you, didn’t he?” he growled. That little furball.

“By your reaction, my information is quite accurate.” He hated the sly grin Farena had on. The first-born, heir to the kingdom, was talking to him like they were gossiping teens. “He told me she was a “very pretty friend of Uncle’s”. Imagine my surprise when hearing my little brother, who refuses to have friends, had someone with that title.”

“Your son has a very vivid imagination.”

“And my brother is a very bad liar when he gets caught.” He narrowed his eyes at his brother. If only there wasn’t a screen separating them… “So, is it true?”

“Amelia is just another student here. We rarely see each other anyway, so we’re nowhere nearly as close as it may have been reported.” He knew he was lying to his brother, but why should he tell him anything? His relationship with her has nothing to do with his family, as far as he was concerned; he knows what the implication his brother presented mean, but he isn’t even thinking about finding a mate. Why bring in a potential Princess when he wasn’t even going to make her a Queen of his kingdom? It was a waste of time.

“I don’t believe you.” As his brother continues to grill him for answers, a text notification goes off. Deciding this has to be better than this conversation, he pulls it up. It was actually from Amelia (scary timing); she sent a message along with two photos. The first one was an open notebook with some writing in it. The second was the notebook closed, which he recognized. It was a navy blue book with a gold sketch of a rose as the cover. He remembered gifting this for her on her birthday, but didn’t think much of it; she complained once about not having a new notebook to write in, so he just picked one from the school shop one day. But it looked like she was using what he got her. He read the message she sent:

“I never got to thank you for giving this to me.”

He gives a short chuckle from that. She didn’t have to do any of this, yet she did just to show that she was using the notebook. She’s such an obvious little mouse.

“Leona?” His thoughts are broken by his brother. When he looked back at the video camera, he could see the sly smile on his brother’s face.

“What?” he asked, annoyed.

“It’s nothing~.” What a liar.

#twstober2023 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #leona kingscholar

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bobbiworks · 1 year ago

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 7

riize fanfiction : wonbin, eunseok, seunghan, anton, sohee, sungchan, shotaro

Genre: youth, teen romance, highschool, friendship, fluff, angst, slice of life

status: ongoing

Written by: Bobbi Henderson (jayxhobi)

"Hi?" Jiwoo greeted him, unsure if she should smile at him or not because he appeared less than thrilled to see her.

"Glad I caught up," Wonbin said. She had earphones in, so she barely heard him. He reached out and pulled one earphone out to speak to her. "I am glad to see you," he said, then replaced her earphone.

Her surprise was evident as she blinked, trying to process his words. "You're glad to see me? Why?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

Wonbin smiled, almost chuckling at himself. He couldn't understand why he felt so at ease being himself around her. The way she interacted with him was unfiltered, real, and that's what had intrigued him about her.

"Who are you sketching?" he asked, noticing the rough sketch she was working on. When he saw who it was, he felt something he couldn't quite explain.

"Oh, this is Eunseok," Jiwoo replied, her eyes sparkling. "He's my muse," she added.

"Muse?" Wonbin asked. "Like a model?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "That's right! He inspired me to start drawing again. I've been working on sketches of him to give him."

"But why him?" Wonbin continued to inquire, his curiosity piqued by her choice of subject. Eunseok was a prominent figure in school.

"I do believe it was love at first sight," Jiwoo said with a dreamy expression. She spoke as if there were no barriers between her and Wonbin. "When I first saw him at school, everything went into slow motion, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was so sad last week because I couldn't see him until he stood right in front of me like God sent. I was able to cup his face and get the best view of it. Aaaaahhh!"

Wonbin listened to her story with a somewhat judgmental look. It was the first time he'd seen someone so excited talking about their crush. Jiwoo noticed his reaction and stopped talking.

"No, please go on," Wonbin encouraged her.

"Nope," Jiwoo shook her head. "Why am I sharing it with you anyway?" she asked before she stuffed her sketchpad back into her bag.

"You just did," Wonbin pointed out. "How come you act differently sometimes?" he suddenly asked, making Jiwoo raise a brow at him.

"How am I different?" She asked. Her eyes were on him, waiting for a better answer. Jiwoo would always hear from people that she was different from what they know but never really got an explanation.

"Ah," Wonbin had a realization. "I guess it depends on the person you're talking to."

Wonbin's question had made her smile, as it showed that he was genuinely trying to understand her.

"Did I say that correctly?" He asked.

"You sure did," Jiwoo replied with a smile.

Her smile was infectious, and it made Wonbin smile too.

"Would you mind taking the bus together from now on?" he suddenly asked, making Jiwoo raise a brow. It sounded more like a date invitation than a simple bus ride.

"Sure, I do mind. Besides, it's going to be fun," she agreed, extending her hand for a handshake. "Deal?"

Wonbin looked at her hand and shook it. He was surprised at how soft her skin was and gave it a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

"Well, my stop's here. See you tomorrow," Jiwoo said. She got up carefully, and Wonbin stood to give her room to exit. She waved goodbye, and he waved back.

Once she was out of his sight, Wonbin found himself still smiling. He looked at his hand, remembering the warmth of her touch and the softness of her skin.

#riize #riize ff #riize imagine #riize imagines #briize #wonbin #eunseok #seunghan #sohee #anton #shotaro #sungchan #fanfiction #kpop imagine #kpopfanfiction #eunseok x reader #wonbin x reader #beyondthebellschimes

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keefiswhoiam · 10 months ago

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May 23 - 2024 Thursday

11:30pm

5.5/10

Days for awhile now just keep being 'meh'. Even good days are kinda ruined by how meh I feel and how much I'm thinking about things. Thats why I need a break from the thinking.

This morning I made my mirror and sink spotless. I took great care and attention in making sure I wiped down every centimeter of the thing. I also cleaned out and reorganized the cleaning supply cabinet and had to take my trash out. For breakfast I made a jimmy dean sandwich and some cheetos. Also snuck a cookie with my coffee. I didn't feel like streaming at all this morning, I wasn't in a very good mood. But I tried anyways.

On stream I tried warming up with cats but switched to ponies. Then I worked on SZ's commission for about 90 minutes. No one showed up but 57 today and there was little talking. We couldn't watch shows because my internet wouldn't allow it. I ended early so I could go to the store for drinks. On the way there mom told me about the funeral plan for my nephew, I'm going to have to watch the house until next Wednesday. At the store I asked the nice lady if she had a favorite show lately. She said she watches a lot of anime and has been watching this show called Carnival Row I haven't heard of. I told her I've been watching Black Mirror. I kinda crumbled and became too robotic. I wish I had asked what kinds of animes and I wish I told her I've been watching cartoons like She Ra and Moral Orel. Regret is my strongest teacher right now so I'll do better next time.

When I got home I worked the remaining 30 minutes on SZ's commission and finished it. They really liked it and so did the others in their group. Then I watched more of this Star Wars hotel video DS sent me until I decided to roast hotdogs for lunch finally. I split one of the last logs for wood, got my firepit set up, and found a good stick to carve down. I had to thaw the bun and wieners in the microwave and then I toasted it all over the fire. The stick sucked, I had to redo the end multiple times because it kept burning. I didn't cook the hotdogs long enough to get warm inside so I microwaved them to finish. I ate them by the fire with ketchup and that was nice.

When I came in, I did a really weird request and worked on another Tumblr idea afterwards. I worked on this sketch for an hour but still don't think it's quite right so I'm going to redo it for the 3rd time next week. I'm not doing a good job of pumping out 1 idea per week, this drawing is currently going to take 3 weeks. I almost napped on my desk towards the end and did no VRchat world work today.

To chill for the evening I mostly watched some stuff like that star wars video. I tried booting up Minecraft to work on my snowman town more and joined AE and friends in the server VC. I didn't say anything the whole time, I just listened to them play Monster Hunter. When DS was free I left to call her and kept playing. We chilled to some music and then I put on that very long star wars video for both of us. When she went upstairs, I joined BR and seemingly the rest of the entire server in their VC to say hi. They were watching a really funny reaction video.

In bed DS and I did our puzzles and the connections was really stupid today. It was very late for both of us but I stayed up to enjoy the time with her. Its why I'm up late right now. I dont regret staying up but I do regret being in my thoughts too much tonight, especially with no intent of speaking up about it. I would have preferred letting it go for now so I could be an engaged, enjoyable person.

Like I said, this morning kinda sucked. Again I woke up and realized I don't like where things are and it started getting to me. At some point I journaled about a lot and got some other thoughts out. I think I'm getting closer to figuring out how to focus on what I think is important in a very simple way. First of all I knew not to act on how I was feeling because I wasn't in my rightest mind. I think whenever I act like that, I'll tend to be making decisions that work against me or from a place of selfishness. I also knew that to undermine my negative/unhelpful behavior, I can focus on doing my best no matter what I'm doing. Thats how I become proud of myself. It helps focus on whats really important like whats right in front of me. This is especially true of my relationships. Since they involve someone else, normally someone very important to me, I want to do them justice. It helps me become my best me.

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javi-reno · 2 years ago

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13 part 1

Javi

Sits on the floor in the living room of the family quarters sketching on some paper he had managed to find. The empty space started to fill with galaxies and ships that he had never seen in person but had seen in dreams and random thoughts. He send ESR to find lily.

He had a surprise waiting for her on the kitchen table.

Lily

She walked into the quarters, first stopping at the replicator and hesitating for a moment before asking it for water rather than tea or coffee.

Javi

“Jasmine tea is caffeine free. Also there is a present for you on. The kitchen table.” -Javi didn’t look up from his doodling not wanting to see her reaction to the flowers and picture-

Lily

She nodded, and now held both a cup of water and jasmine tea.

Walking into the kitchen she found the flowers and drawing, smiling brightly. “They’re beautiful. I love them and the drawing.”

Returning to the living room she sat down next to him, observing while he was drawing.

Javi

“I’m glad you like them. I borrowed some paints from another crewman. So I could do it in colour” -glances at her with a slight smile before swearing as his pencil breaks-

Lily

She smiled, “I do, thank you.”

The pencil sharpener wasn’t far, and she reached for it to hand it to Javi.

Javi

-blushes- “eh I kinda need a new sharpener. That one doesn’t have a blade in it anymore. Besides have you seen the size of this pencil” -holds up the pencil giggling slightly- “it only just over half the size of my finger”

Lily

She looked at it again and nodded, wondering what happened to the blade in it.

Looking at the pencil he held, she smiled and giggled with him.

Javi

-he looked at her for moment thinking before reaching into his pocket and holding out something, his sleeve rolling up showing thin red lines-

Lily

Immediately she reached for the item he held, looking at his arm. “Are you alright?” She asked.

A few moments later she stood to get the antiseptic and gauze so she could clean and bandage his arm.

drips the blade into her hand-

“I’m fine. It’s a setback but a small one. Their not deep and I managed to stop myself before I did to much and started drawing instead.” -nods to the paper covered in random ships-

She nodded, taking the blade and looking at the drawings. “Are these from memory? These ships and planets?”

shrugs- “some are places I visited with discovery, even the sphere is on there. Others are half remembered dreams” -rubs the back of his neck- “unfortunately I’m out of paper and that was my last pencil”

She nodded, “I have more paper and pencils here, I’ll be right back.”

She stood and walked to a cabinet, opening the drawer and returning with a sketchbook and more coloured pencils.

-Javi’s eye lit up seeing the coloured pencils- “coloured pencils? I was expecting maybe a graphite one like the one that just broke. Where did you get coloured ones? I’ve been trying to get the replicator to make them without luck”

She smiled, “I’d asked Joey to send some, and he sent a massive box of them. Hopefully he’ll be visiting again soon.”

“I think I’m going to like having a family if they don’t mind me drawing” -touches the sketchbook with shaking fingers-

She smiled, “I encourage it. When Joey was small we put paper on the walls as high as he could reach at the time. Then we’d change the paper regularly.”

“I might do that as an adult. Might be a good outlet during melt downs” -opens the coloured pencils and runs a finger over them- “did he send any regular pencils? Can’t really do the outlines in colours”

She nodded, “We can definitely hang up paper, if it might help it’s worth trying.”

Standing she walked back to the drawer and brought back a box of regular pencils. “He did, sent over a large box of nearly everything.”

-flaps his hands grinning- “oh my stars. This is a great day!!”

She smiled, “There are paints too, I told him to raid an art supply shop and he did. I’m happy to see you’re happy.”

“It’s so much. I don’t know how I’ll ever pay you back. Their so pretty”

She looked at Javi and smiled, “All I ask is that you continue being you, and draw to your heart’s content.”

places the art stuff carefully on the floor before getting to his feet and bear hugging lily- “thanks ma”

She smiled and hugged him back, “You’re welcome.”

“Sorry about my arm.” -glances at it before pulling the sleeve down- “nightmares suck. Oh I took a mini trip to engineering earlier and sorted it so the cats can no longer order treats on the replicators”

She nodded, “They do. What matters is that you’re alright.”

Looking around for one of her two, she smiled. “I’m sure it was Amber meowing at it first and the others followed. That explains why she appears plump. Thank you.”

“Also I believe I’ve come up with a way to prevent spores fro travelling around the ship” -hands over a padd- “been catching up on work since I’m not fully cleared for duty yet”

She nodded and looked at the pad. “I’m assuming they’d been travelling through ventilation. Did everyone behave when you visited engineering?”

“No idea I had my headphones on” -pulls up a diagram- “they are and by using a triple filter system it should catch the spores but by altering it like this, the spores will be sucked back into cultivation rather then being destroyed.”

She nodded, listening as he explained the filter system. “Well done, this saves the spores too. Perhaps there’s a way to collect them and load them into a canister from the filtration system?”

“Haven’t gotten that far yet, so far they would go automatically back into cultivation, rather then going round the ship. The only down side because of how much work the filters would need to do, they would need to be changed every 30 days”

“Makes sense, and I’m sure the filters could be carefully checked for spores too. At least now they won’t grow outside their quarters.”

“These filters will actually repel the spores due to what they are made out of. And they are reusable. I’m working on a way of making the change over less then every 30 days”

She nodded, “That’s good, and at least we aren’t loosing them by them travelling through ventilation. Maybe once the first 30 days pass, you’ll see if they need to be changed more or less frequently.”

“I’m going to be playing with the fibres to see if there is a way for preserving the repel qualities longer than 30 days before they need cleaning to be renewed but it’s a start.”

She smiled, “It is, and I’m very happy with this. This will prevent loss of spores and the mushrooms growing everywhere.”

“Hopefully you’ll be even happier with this” -pulls out a small sphere and hands it to her- “in theory this should solve our problem is people trying to steal the spore drive and the mushrooms”

She held the sphere and looked at it. “That is important to prevent from happening. How does it work?”

“It ca self programmed multi dimensional transportation device” -he explains- “at least 10 of these are placed around cultivation and the navigation cube. They map out the area inside the perimeter. When activated they take everything within their perimeter that contains

mycelium energy and transports it to the nearest source of time vortex energy. In our case your tardis. They can also be programmed to follow a target sphere. So we can put one ‘master sphere’ where we want them to take everything and they will do the work.”

She smiled, “Have I ever told you how absolutely brilliant you are? We can install the master sphere in the console of the Tardis, as well as set up a cultivation bay for them there as well. The navigation cube can be near the console.”

“I’d suggest the master cube be where you want the mushrooms to end up unless you want the console room covered in them.” -shrugs- “im just doing my job. Plus I was bored and really couldn’t deal with anymore nightmares. Had to pass the time somehow. That’s the prototype”

She nodded, “Then we’ll install it in the presently empty cultivation bay on the Tardis.”

Carefully she set the sphere between them on the sofa and hugged him. “Nightmares are a bugger, and you’ve done well in your work.”

“Thanks. I know I’ve been Ill for a while. I’m hoping this makes up for it. I knew there have been rumours that I’ve only kept my position here due to favouritism.”

She exhaled slowly, “I’m sure those spreading the rumours are the same ones who’d been causing trouble before. You’re our chief engineer and spore drive navigator, one of our best onboard. You’re also our son.”

Now some of her sarcasm would show, “They can kiss my ancient stipe, though they’d never be allowed close enough to make an attempt.”

She smiled. “They’re probably jealous too, it’s usually how rumours start.”

“I’m not upset. I don’t mind people under ederestimating my work. Means I can still surprise people then laugh in their faces when I prove them wrong.”

She smiled, “That is true, and it’s a good feeling proving them wrong.”

“I’m also younger then most of them with an unknown past that they can’t look up if they want to.”

She nodded, “I’ve never understood why they have an issue with age, they might even think I’m too old. They won’t see everything regarding my past either.”

“But your the Captain and someone that’s beyond reproach. Without my chief title I’m just a lutenient commander.”

She looked at Javi and spoke softly, “Titles or not, you’re important here. Not just as a member of our crew and command team, you’re family too.”

-hugs lily/ “I know. And hopefully command will agree and sort out their minds about the adoption eventually as well. Then it will be official for everyone else as well.”

She nodded and hugged him back. “I’m sure they’ll get it sorted soon, though I had thought it was when it was originally signed off on by JAG.”

“Maybe it was. Maybe they sent me that email then changed their mind. Better safe then sorry.”

She reached for his hand, “I hope they haven’t changed their minds, we haven’t and regardless of what they decide you’re still our adopted son.”

-grips her hand firmly but not painfully- “it’s odd having a family again. A good odd I think but still odd.” -a beeping sounds from ESR-

She held his hand as he held hers and nodded, “It is, and it grows on you. I built a new family with Joe, over time.”

Hearing ESR beeping she smiled, “Hopefully he’s happy too.”

“He is reminding me it’s time to change my patches. I’d wondered why I was starting to feel a bit warm”

She nodded and got up, “I’m assuming they’re in the medical kit?”

“Yup. Antibiotic patch, pain patch, fever patch and iron-calcium patch. Oh and my testosterone gel is in there. The patch wasn’t working well for me.”

She walked to the medical kit and brought back the items asked for. “Whichever works best, be it the gel or the patch, we’ll make sure we have plenty of.”

“Mind helping my put the gel on my shoulders, don’t want to get it in the cuts on my forearms”

“Of course, I can also help place the patches too.”

She took off the cap from the tube of gel, “How much is needed? I want to be sure you get the proper dose.”

“Two pumps. You might wanna wear gloves, unless you want to start growing masculine characteristics”

She held up a pair of gloves, and smiled. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a bloke… Time Lords can switch genders if they choose when they regenerate.”

“Honestly I’m currently finding it hard. My skin has changed, I’ve got no idea how to care for it.

I’ve got acne (I didn’t even get acne the first time round in puberty). I’m tired all the time and hungry all the time.” -he pulls at his long sleeved shirt to pull it off-

She nodded, “We can find a face wash to help with the acne, and teen boys tend to have an appetite. Taking a nap daily may help with the tiredness.”

When he was ready she would apply the gel.

-make sure his binder is in place he looks at lily- “thank the stars for these new wrap binders. Makes things easier. But the acne isn’t just on my face it everywhere. You can put the gel on.”

She nodded, “I’m happy to hear they make them that way, front closure solves a lot of issues.”

She applied the gel to his shoulders, “I’m sure they make body wash and soap for it now, we’ll find it.”

“I’ve no idea. So far everything I’ve found has citrus in it which isn’t a good idea” -curls up his nose at the smell of the gel- “one day they will make this stuff so it doesn’t smell like old hand sanitizer”

She nodded, “I remember seeing one with grapefruit in it, and I know you’re allergic to citrus. They must make it without it. Yes, they do need to improve the smell of the gel.”

“Citrus is a well known grease and oil cleanser. Probably why it’s so popular. But I’d rather not have my skin peal off.” -looks at lilys hands- “sorry it takes some rubbing in then it takes about 20 mins to fully dry.”

“Hey I just had a thought. Before I return to duty properly we might need to get me remesured for my uniform. Haven’t worn my gold one yet, the last time I was fitted was when I first joined and I’ve been wearing joes stuff since I got ill”

She nodded, “It is, and with your allergy it’s best avoided. The new uniforms might not fit, as they’d been ordered in the size when you joined. We can definitely remeasure and make sure they fit properly.”

“I know my old one was getting tight across the shoulders due to muscle growth on t. But I’ve lost weight since being I’ll too. Don’t know what made me think of it.”

She nodded, “We’ll order new uniforms, that will fit properly. You’ve been working from here, and that probably made you think of the uniforms.”

“Probably, or the fact I haven’t worn any clothes that have been actually mine bar my binders and underwear since just before I fell ill.” -looks at lily- “mine were all distroyed when my rooms froze.”

Listening she nodded, “We still need to make a trip back to replace your things that had been ruined. Here the only required uniform is pyjamas.”

-shrugs- “no hurry. I very much dislike shopping. So many people, and nose…” -his hands twitch together-

She listened and smiled. “We do have the pads, we can shop online and just collect it at a star base. Though I’ve probably made more trips back to Earth than the entire fleet, with a temporal ship.”

-looks at her in shock- “your the first person to not pressure me to actually go shopping”

She smiled, picking up a pad. “I agree, it’s too peopley in shops. There are ways around it.”

-tries to wipe his eyes discreetly and sits back on the sofa, leaning forward to avoid letting the gel on his shoulder touch anything-

She looked at him, “Are you alright?”

She only held the pad, not having begun to browse the shops.

“Yup just got something in my eye, not over emotional or anything.”

She nodded, “As long as you’re alright, that’s what matters.”

“Im good”

“So what we looking at” -picks up the pencils and sketchbook so he can doodle whilst they do whatever lily has in mind-

She held the pad and smiled, “Knowing me I’ll start browsing and find something mushroom related. What would you like to look for?”

“I don’t know. General day clothes. Ripped slim jeans, plain T-shirts ect oooo mesh tops, I used to have some on discovery, used to pratically live in them over T-shirts. And baggy hoodies on bad days. Used to drive jet mad with the chains round my neck. I was quite a punk”

She smiled, nodding as she began to flip through pages on her pad. “Those can be found, and it would take more than a few chains to drive me mad. Maybe I can find a mushroom chain.”

“She just hated that my boots were covered in duck tape. Wasn’t my fault it’s hard to get boots in my size” -discreetly kicks his boots under the sofa- “she was a strict black person where as most of my stuff would be jewel tones with acid marks on from art work.”

She nodded, “I’ll have you look at the items before anything is ordered, and if it’s not available in your size we’ll keep looking. I’d be more concerned with your safety than the appearance of the boots.”

When he spoke of his art and jewel tones she smiled, “Which are your favourite jewel tones?”

She wanted to be sure she was looking at the proper things he would like.

“Amethyst, sapphire and Emerald. I hate reds.” -screws up his nose.- “i actually did quite well with the boots I ‘borrowed’ here. There only a size and a half maybe 2 sizes to big..” -that last part is spoken to himself more then lily-

She nodded, “Those are my favourite too, and I only like red when it’s related to a certain mushroom cap. We’ll have to get you boots in your proper size.”

She heard borrowed boots, and remembered a few moments ago.

“It’s not nessary. The ones I’ve been wearing are adiquet.” -he is sketching the ship to keep his hands busy-

She nodded, continuing to scroll through the shops on her pad

-LC appears twisting his way round their ankles purring-

She smiled and set the pad aside for a moment, bending down to pet LC and rub his ear.

“He loves attention” -looks down and notices him chewing on one of his boot laces that was sticking out from under the sofa- “hey that’s not food ”

She smiled, continuing to pet him. “Would you get whatever it is out of his mouth? You’re a lot closer.”

Her tabby soon appeared, having something that was made of soft plastic in her mouth. “Bloody hell, she’s stolen the toothbrushes again…”

“… she likes to chew anything that is soft plastic.”

-Javi was already fishing the shoe lace out of LC mouth bring the boot it belong to onto his lap. It was very beaten up, held together with a few pieces of duck tap, super glue and even the odd piece of welding in places.The laces were a multitude of knots.Another now being made-

She gasped when she seen the boots, picking up the pad and tapping Javi gently on his shoulder. “Oh, those look like a potential hazard waiting to happen! Do you like these? I just don’t know your sizes?”

On the screen was a shopping site, black leather combat style boots with chain decor that was secured in place.

The boots he currently had she was concerned about him being injured whilst working in.

-he looked from where he was tying the peices of lace back together to lily- “what’s wrong with my boots? Their in one piece…” -he doesn’t mention he doesn’t actually know what his financial situation is-

She looked at Javi with concern, “In one piece but held together with a lot of duck tape. I’m concerned about you getting injured.”

Money was no issue, she had more than she’d probably use herself after three centuries of working

“I don’t know my sizes. I got these from a lost property and just got the first pair I could walk in without falling over to much”

She nodded, deciding to order four different sizes to try and they could always return what didn’t fit. “I’m going to order a few different sizes, we’ll get it sorted.”

-Javi lifted his foot and laid it against the bottom of his foot. The difference was shocking. His foot looked tiny-

Before she placed the order she took off her boot and looked at Javi. “I’m a size 5.5. Maybe you’re close in size to me, and they have a conversion chart between the sizes. This might help us better guess.”

She would still order a size up and a size down from their guess, just in case.

-he held out his foot blushing at the hole in his sock, so she could hold her boot against it-

She offered him the boot to try on, not giving a thought to the holes in the socks as she had some that needed to be replaced.

-Javi held to boot against his foot looking at the size difference- “what do you think?”

Lily

She smiled, “You might be close in size to me, we can try ordering a four, five, and a five and a half just to be sure we get the right size. We’ll return what we don’t need and doesn’t fit.”

Javi

-Javi nodded- “how are we going to know which fits considering I don’t have much awareness of my feet?”

Lily

She nodded, “We could use my bracelets. One could go around your ankle and we could connect another down the length of your foot, it might help.”

Javi

-Javi nodded- “I’ve really gotta sort myself some heavy weight anklets and bracelets so I can keep track of my hands and feet

Lily

She nodded, flipping to another screen on her pad and holding it out to Javi. “I found one with onyx, hematite, and yellow tigers eye. 8mm stones so it would be heavy.”

Javi

“Pretty.” -Javi tilted his head slightly on one side- “do the stones have a meaning or are they just pretty?”

Lily

She nodded, “They’re also known to be protective stones, and they also match our command uniforms.”

Javi

“You just like things to match”

Lily

She smiled, “I try to ensure things match at least.”

Javi

“Don’t know what you see in my then. I’m the oddest thing about” -he grins cheekily-

Lily

She smiled, “I’m odd in my own way, all the best ones are. There’s no reason to be anything other than yourself.”

Javi

“I’m learning that, slowly”

Lily

She smiled, “It took me ages to relearn it, especially after living on Earth and trying to blend in with the humans.”

Javi

-Javi reached for his most recent borrowed top and piled it back on now the gel was dried, hiding his hands in the sleeves making paws-

Lily

She continued to browse on the site, adding to the basket some jewel toned shirts and some that were mesh.

So far she hadn’t had any issue finding things Javi had described.

Javi

-Javi realised he was mindlessly chewing a sleeve and blushed pulling his hands away from his face-

Lily

She smiled, “They’ll be sending everything over from the space base! We’ll just have to collect the parcel from the teleporter in an hour.”

Javi

“But I didn’t sign anything?” -how had she managed to get access to his fund with him signing anything?-

Lily

“I ordered everything under my account, I signed for it.” She answered. “There’s going to be a second parcel with some things for the cats too, the catnip mushrooms were back in stock.”

Javi

“Why your account? You shouldn’t be paying for stuff for me..”

Lily

She smiled, “I was already logged in under mine, and you needed things replaced. The least I could do is replace what had been damaged on my ship by my former errant crew.”

Javi

“It wasn’t your fault. If anything it was mine.”

Lily

She shook her head. “What happened was not your fault, they broke in and damaged your quarters and property. They are at fault, and have since been removed from this ship. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Javi

-Javi looked doubtful. It was the first time he had revealed that fact he blamed himself for all the attacks-

Lily

She set the pad aside and leaned forward to hug Javi. “You are not at fault, nor are you responsible for the abhorrent behaviour of others. You’ve done nothing wrong…”

… You’ve seen mushrooms growing in unexpected places. They don’t ask permission to grow, they just do and unfurl their caps.”

She smiled, “Grow, and unfurl your cap.”

2/2

Javi

“Rainbow mushroom” -Javi leaned into the hug-

Lily

She smiled as she continued to hug Javi, “Yes, unfurl that beautiful rainbow cap.”

Javi

-giggles before looking at the pad as it pings- “what’s that?”

Lily

She smiled, reaching for the pad. “I’m not sure.”

Holding the pad she opened a message from Joey. “Joey sent a message from Command, they want you to check your messages. He said the court wanted to hear from you regarding the adoption.”

Javi

“I hate trying to read their paper work. It always comes through on a type of file that can only be read in black and white”

Lily

She nodded, “I can help you answer their message, Joey said it needs to be sent back to JAG from your account. I’ll ask him if he can somehow change their messages into a more easily seen type for future messages.”

Javi

-Javi digs out his pad and opens it pulling up the message and passing it to lily- “sorry about the cracked casing”

Lily

She nodded, looking at the pad and the message that had been opened. “As long as it’s still working, that’s what matters. Hopefully these can take a beating, I know they’re used for work too.”

Javi

“Well it’s been dropped from the top of a terbo lift sharf”

Lily

She nodded, “I’m surprised it still works, that’s quite a fall.”

Javi

“So am I to be fair”

Lily

She looked puzzled for a moment but nodded. “You fell too? When did this happen?”

Javi

-scratches his head looking sheepish- “two days ago…” -his voice was a whisper-

Lily

She gasped, “Are you alright?”

How she was unaware it happened, she wasn’t sure but felt very concerned for him.

Javi

-he didn’t answer, chewing a sleeve again looking guilty-

Lily

She set aside his pad and leaned forward to hug him, hoping that she wasn’t causing any physical pain in doing so.

Javi

“Sorry” -he looked at her-

Lily

She continued to hug him, “I just want to be sure you’re alright. That fall must have caused some injuries.”

Javi

“A few.” -he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t capable. He had only gone to do a quick repair job and his harness had failed. It wasn’t his harness, he had borrowed a spare as his was in engineering and he was still avoiding there unless he was on duty-

Lily

She nodded, “Hopefully nothing is broken, I’m sure being on medical leave had been driving you bonkers.”

She reached for her screwdriver to run a quick scan.

Javi

-winces at the sight of the screw driver. He knew it would show his home made splints on his leg and the slight concussion he had been hiding-

Lily

She nodded, “I know you aren’t going to be happy but we’ll need to have EMH come have a look. They’ll probably say you’ll need rest to stay off your legs and heal from this injury.”

Javi

“I’m fine” -Javi’s answer was predictable. He already felt like an idiot. He was nearly well but that lift had broken down and he was the closet engineer. It was meant to be a two minute fix-

Lily

She nodded, “You’ve got a concussion and you’re in homemade splints. While I don’t see anything broken, I still want to be sure you’re alright.”

Javi

“You and Pabbi are going to get sick of me. I’m a liability.”

Lily

She looked at Javi, “That will never happen, we would never get sick of you. The liabilities were the ones causing mayhem, and hopefully we’ve managed to catch them all and evict them from our ship.”

Javi

“But I get sick or hurt like this…”

Lily

She nodded, “Living comes with a risk of illness and injury, regardless of what species one is. You’ll need time to heal from these injuries, so you don’t risk a worse one while it heals.”

Javi

“I don’t trust the EMH.” -Javi tried not to show how much it scared him-

Lily

She nodded, “I know they’ve been reprogrammed and cleared of the viruses in their software, and I admit I’m scared of doctors and hospitals.”

Javi

-Javi clearly wasn’t convinced. He hasn’t liked the EMH before it had nearly killed him. Now it was on his top 5-

Lily

She continued to hug Javi, “How about a few days of rest here, light duties with the mushrooms and engineering, and if you feel poorly still we’ll have EMH come here. You won’t be alone with them.”

Javi

-Javi nods- “I’ll even let you properly dress my leg though the knee kinda looks like a football.”

Lily

She nodded, “We’ll stop at a base, and have them look at your knee. It needs urgent attention, that’s gone beyond rest and staying off it.”

Javi

-Javi ducks his head down- “sorry. I protected my head, back and arms the best I could.”

Lily

She gently hugged him tightly, “You did the best you could to protect yourself, and a fall like that was unfortunately going to result in an injury.”

Javi

“We were having a nice day”

Lily

She nodded, “We still can, though we’ll be stopping at a star base for your knee. You’ll be back on medical leave for a few weeks so it can heal properly.”

Javi

“All safety gear needs checks regularly. It shouldn’t have been worn like that”

Lily

She nodded, “It should be, because it’s there to prevent injuries from happening. I’m sorry this happened.”

Javi

“Not your fault. You wouldn’t even know it had happened if I hadn’t been thinking outloud”

Lily

She nodded, “I wouldn’t have, though it’s urgent we get to a star base and have your knee sorted.”

Javi

“Yes mushy” -leans his head against her shoulder-

Lily

She nodded, tapping her comm badge. “Use our highest warp and we’re stopping at the first space base you see.” She said to those whom were on the bridge.

Javi

-Javi looked at his lap feeling bad for disrupting things again-

Lily

She continued to hug Javi, “Once your knee is sorted, you’ll be back to resting and light duties while you recover. I’m sorry you’d been injured due to faulty safety items.”

Javi

“Just keep screwing up” -plays with a lace on his book, twisting it found his finger-

Lily

She hugged him tightly, “No, you haven’t screwed up. What happened was the result of an accident, those are never intentional or planned. Accidents are beyond your control.”

Javi

“I’m chief engineer, I’m meant to predict and prevent those kinda accidents”

Lily

She smiled, “You are, and you’re very accurate. Unfortunately accidents can still happen on rare occasion.”

Javi

-sighs- “any chance of a pain tonic?” -he finally admitted-

Lily

She nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

She stood and walked to the medical kit, taking out a bottle of pain tonic and returning with it. Once she removed the cap she handed him the bottle.

Javi

-he downed it quickly gagging slightly at the taste- “blegh”

Lily

She got up to get a milkshake from the replicator, pouring it into a tumbler with a lid and a straw. “This should help, I thought by now they’d find a way to make liquid medicine taste better.”

Javi

“Someone once told me they had to taste bad to do you any good” -looks at the tumbler with a straw- “you remembered!”

Lily

She nodded, “I’ve heard that too, though the taste doesn’t help it go down easily.”

Smiling she nodded, “I did. It’s bubblegum flavoured. The replicator still makes chocolate mixed with portobello, not that I mind.”

Javi

-takes the drink and sips happily- “thanks Mushy”

Lily

She smiled and sat down again, “You’re welcome.”

Javi

“Any idea how far the nearest star base is? I wanna get on with our day. We were having fun till I ruined it”

Lily

She smiled, “We’ve got a temporal ship, we’ll be there faster than any ship in the fleet.”

Turning to look out the window she smiled, “We’re approaching it now.”

Javi

-Javi rung his hand tighter nervous

Lily

She leaned forward to hug him again, “Unfortunately this time I am sure we’ll have to go to hospital on the star base, you won’t be going alone. I’ll be there the entire time.”

Javi

“It will be the first time I’ve left the ship since I’ve arrived”

Lily

She continued to hug him, trying to be comforting.

Javi

“How will we get there?”

Lily

“We’ll get a wheelchair from our sick bay, and depending on how you feel we could teleport over.”

#roleplay

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tsukishumai · 4 years ago

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pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x gn!reader

summary: whoever said being adult was fun obviously never had bills to pay. so when Akaashi offers up a way to earn cash fast, you jump at the opportunity. except, you never thought you’d find yourself modeling in your underwear... least of all with Bokuto Kotaro

wc; 3k+

tags; fluff, humor, college au, mentions of very slight nudity

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

If anyone else other than Akaashi offered you this position, you would probably punch them right in the face.

Maybe he considers this payback for all the times he’s had to listen to you whine about your problems during your shared shifts at the cafe, or maybe this truly was his own sadistic way of attempting to provide support.

“Okay, so I know a way you can make easy money,” he started, and already those words should have sent alarm bells ringing in your head, but this was Akaashi. You’ve only really known him for a short time, but already you knew he wouldn’t lead you astray.

But really, the electronic shop five blocks from campus told you it would cost 55000 yen to repair your laptop monitor, so you weren’t exactly in a position to be picky.

You had also been complaining to him for the past forty minutes -- about the broken laptop, the leaking faucet in your apartment, the textbook that cost you more than your groceries for the past month, the two hours of sleep you got last night, and your paychecks that were all but depleted once the bills were paid. He remained tightlipped throughout your whole tirade, so you suppose the least you could do was hear him out.

“You’re not trying to sell my kidneys, right…” You mumble sarcastically, but you tilt your head to him anyway to show you were listening.

“No, sadly, it’s not quite the season for kidneys yet,” Akaashi delivers in a flat tone, “So you’re just going to have to deal with modeling.”

“Modeling?” Your reaction was harsh and loud, and you flinched away from the piercing glares of cafe regulars trying to study in peace.

Akaashi smirks as he wipes down the steamer before replying, “Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of modeling you’re thinking.”

Your mouth dropped, and you raised an eyebrow as you crossed your arms, scoffing at Akaashi incredulously.

“Are you trying to send me to a nudie shoot?!” you whisper in almost-mock offense, but now a part of you was a little worried that your favorite coworker was a secret pervert.

To your utter relief, Akaashi just laughs. “God, no. Well, I guess, kind of?”

At this point, your head was beginning to spin. “What do you mean kind of? Just spit it out already, Akaashi.”

Akaashi finally finishes cleaning off the coffee machine just as you finished replenishing the pastry displays, and in an unusual lull in customers, he’s able to lean against the bar and give you his undivided attention.

“My art professor pays the models for her figure drawing class a pretty decent amount of money, I think,” Akaashi tells you, and your eyes begin to sparkle. “She mentioned a couple of slots being open.”

“Really?” your interest was immediately piqued, “How much money?”

Akaashi shrugs. “Enough to strike at least one problem off your list, probably.”

That was all you needed to hear. Akaashi had given you his professor’s contact information, and you sent her an email the second you had clocked out of your shift.

Professor Nobuta was a kind woman who emailed you back with such haste, you could feel her desperation matching yours. She was candid during the entirety of your exchange, saying that her usual model had dropped out last minute and there was a spot in her class tomorrow that she needed to fill as soon as possible. Lucky for both of you, you were actually available, and details were exchanged swiftly.

As you read over the requirements, your eyes roved over two words in a section of the email that made your eyes bulge out of your head.

Semi Nude.

You blinked once. Then twice.

You had already formulated a kind rejection in your mind, ready to type your response when another section caught your eye. You inwardly groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

She was offering you almost as much as two shifts at the cafe.

That, alone, was enough to convince you, but the look of relief on Professor Nobuta’s face when you walked through the doors of her classroom was confirmation you made the right decision.

The seats around the classroom were nearly all filled, some students preparing their materials across their desks, and others sitting back and scrolling through their phones. The whirring of the A/C had filled the room with white noise, and you take notice of the two empty stools in the middle of the room.

“Thank you so much for signing up, L/N-san,” Professor Nobuta bowed profusely, and she gestured to a table for you to leave your things. “We’re still waiting on the other model, so take your time, and have a seat on the stool when you’re ready.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, and Professor Nobuta makes her way back to her desk. You briefly wonder if she was going to point you in the direction of a changing room, but realized the redundancy when everyone in the room was meant to stare at your half naked body anyway.

You begrudgingly peeled off your clothes, folding them neatly before placing them in a pile on the table. Your footsteps made hardly any noise as you walked across the room, desperately trying hard to act nonchalant.

Just as you took a seat in one of the empty stools, you heard someone pull the door open and loudly clamber inside.

“Ahh, welcome back, Bokuto-san!”

Your eyes widened at the name the professer had just yelled across the room. You brace yourself as you quickly whip your head around, and standing by the door sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck was Bokuto Kotaro.

Student Athlete, Volleyball Star, Most Wanted Bachelor Bokuto Kotaro smiled brightly as he skipped to the table your items were placed, apologizing profusely for being late. All eyes followed him like moths, and Bokuto was the bright flame. Everyone knew him, and you often saw him walking across the quad, always greeting at least twenty people on the way.

You could hardly hear what Professor Nobuta was saying to him, and you were now unabashedly staring as Bokuto began to strip out of his clothes.

Bokuto was built like a marble statue -- hard lines that traveled across his chest and traced his abs must have been painstakingly carved with the utmost care by a masterful artist, and every movement he made created new shapes along his muscled body. You found yourself instantly wishing you had even an ounce of artistic talent, because it was no doubt that Bokuto was every figure artists’ dream.

All at once, your vision was filled with gold and a sweet smile, and too late did you realize you had just been caught staring. Bokuto’s eyes don’t leave yours as he stands up straight, and struts over to you in nothing but a pair of nude briefs.

“Alright, everyone, your timed session is about to begin,” Professor Nobuta’s voice had startled you nearly out of your seat, and you turn your head back to face the class, cringing inwardly when you noticed some were smirking at you, “Feel free to request poses from the models, as this will be a graded assignment. We only have an hour and a half, so make the most out of your time.”

You feel your body stiffen as Bokuto takes the empty seat next to you, staying silent when you feel his eyes staring at you. You might have been able to ignore this in another setting, but at the moment, about fifty students were watching him watching you -- eyes flitting up the stage down to their sketchbook as they try to decide where to begin.

Envy coursed through you as the room began to fill with the sounds of graphite scratching against paper, wishing you could switch positions with literally anybody else in the room. You tried to relax your body against the stool, awkwardly attempting to find a natural position for your arms when you were interrupted by a throat clearing.

Your head turns to the side, heat rushing to your face when you see Bokuto smiling at you.

“Hi,” he greets, his voice a direct contrast against the silent concentration filling the room, “I’m Bokuto!”

His knees were bent as he settled his feet on the first ring of the stool. He rests an elbow on his thigh so he can place his chin on the palm of his hand, giving you an expectant look as he waits for your response. You try to avoid the way his chest seemed to bulge even more in this position, but the furious sound of sketching says you weren’t the only one to notice.

“Bokuto Kotaro,” you say his name back, and he pulls his lips back into an even wider smile, “I know.”

You bite your lip when a student from the back requested for you to cross your legs, resting your hand against your thighs. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to be talking, but Professor Nobuta didn't seem to be paying either of you any mind.

He hadn’t said anything to you after that, but the grin remained on his lips as requests begin coming in from students across the class.

They were all fairly simple -- please position your hand like so, could you extend your leg this way, or turn your head that way. The first twenty minutes had been spent doing individual tasks and repositioning, and soon you felt yourself relaxing into your role. Your previous jitters had all but dissolved, and you figured if the rest of the session were to go on like this, then you’d be golden.

Your eyes shift over to Bokuto, who was leaning back with such easy grace, balancing himself with his foot against the footrest. The way his body created such naturally eloquent lines made it seem as if he was born to be a sculpture, to be admired and gazed at, to invoke inspiration and creation. You weren’t sure anyone in this room was even looking at you anymore, with Bokuto acting as if he was the lighthouse in a storm, beckoning all of you to come home.

He turns his head a second too quickly, winking when his eyes meet yours, and for the second time in less than an hour, you realize you’ve just been caught checking him out.

Your dignity was slipping through your fingers like sand, and you clear your throat before turning your attention to a poster on the wall.

From the corner of your eye, you see Professor Nobuta stand from her desk and making her way to a student in the corner. The two whisper among each other, and you watched as the professor consults with other students before nodding her head and turning to the both of you.

“I received a sort of direction from a few students,” she began, beckoning for the both of you to stand, “They were hoping you could do some more intimate poses.”

You balked, nearly choking on the air in our lungs. “I-intimate?”

Professor Nobuto nodded her head enthusiastically, and you exchanged a look with Bokuto.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with — an embrace, hand holding, hands on each other’s face �� get creative with it!”

And with that, the professor sits back down on her desk and begins flipping through her phone, and the two of you are left to brace the expectant looks of the art students staring up at you.

“This your first time?” Bokuto asks you gently, a sort of sympathetic look on his face as his eyes study your stiff posture.

“Yeah,” you admit, and he coaxes you towards him with an outstretched hand. You hesitantly place your fingers in his palm, and for a moment, he just stood there. It took a minute for the sounds of rapid sketching to register in your brain, and you realize he’s allowing the class to take note of this pose.

He’s standing directly across from you now, and you can feel his gaze burning trails across your body as he regards you from head to toe. You feel like an ant burning under the beam of a microscope, and you nearly burst into flames when he chuckles.

“Nice peach,” Bokuto comments, and you nearly recoil back in surprise. The last thing you had expected from Bokuto was a comment like that, but then you notice his eyes flick back down to your underwear.

The professor’s email hadn’t included too many rules or requirements. She only included the most important details, such as time, place, pay, dress code, and such. Stated in the dress code, you were allowed to wear undergarments of any neutral color. Today, you had chosen a simple pair of black underwear and figured it was the safest choice.

You hadn’t, however, noticed the large cartoon peach that had gracefully adorned the back of it, complete with a cartoon face that winked sparkles. Now that you were forced to stand, and the entire class got a good view for themselves.

“Thanks,” you deadpan through gritted teeth, “It’s pretty juicy if you asked me.”

Bokuto fails miserably to hide a smirk, but his eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

A few minutes (or eternity) later, his hand closes around yours, pulling it up to place against his cheek. He pulls you in by the other wrist, wrapping your arm around his waist as he cups the side of your neck. His other arm wraps almost completely around your middle, and he pulls you flush against his chest.

His body was hard against yours, and you had no doubts he could feel your heart’s hundreds of beats per second. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn’t notice the sheen of sweat beginning to collect on your upper lip.

A fire was bound to be started with how quickly everyone around began to move their pencils, and you heart races when Bokuto absentmindedly draws circles on your skin with his thumb.

He holds you in this embrace for much longer than you anticipated, and the butterflies in your stomach were making you nauseous. His eyes are trained on your face now, the intensity of his stare making you want to shrink back, but you hold your place and return his gaze.

His eyes narrow and squint, eyebrows wiggling as his face scrunches up in thought.

“Do I know you?” Bokuto asks, and it was in this moment where you felt your stomach flip flop into the abyss. It was the one question you had hoped he wouldn’t think to ask you.

Because you did know Bokuto Kotaro, but not in the way everyone else on campus knew him.

You remember clearly the slow, dreary Wednesday morning when Akaashi Keiji asks you the same thing.

“Uh, yeah? Of course, you know me, we’re coworkers,” you replied sarcastically, and Akaashi insists it was more than that.

“You’re hiding something from me,” he simply states, and you inwardly thanked the customer that had walked and interrupted that moment.

But you should have known that Akaashi was not one to let things go, and after being berated the entire shift about how secrets don’t keep friends, you finally confessed.

You were a student at Fukurodani.

Akaashi didn’t believe you. There was no way, how was that possible? He would have recognized you. But you were the year above him, and had actively avoided school sports. Because as much as you would have liked to watch your school’s Nationally Ranked Volleyball Club play and compete with super hot athletes from across the country, there was one glaring reason why you couldn’t.

You had confessed to Bokuto Kotaro in your first year.

And you were soundly, and absolutely rejected.

He had every right to, of course. You were just his classmate, you didn’t even know each other that well, and he needed to focus all his attention on volleyball. It made sense.You know that now.

But to your young heart, it was world ending, soul crushing even, and it took you two years to get over your ridiculous one-sided crush.

Now here you were, standing in front of a group of people in nothing but your underwear, with Bokuto staring at you like a fly caught in a trap.

“No, I don’t think so,” you respond, and Bokuto scoffs.

“You’re a bad liar,” he whispers, and you find yourself grinning.

“How would you know?” You whisper back, “You just met me.”

“No, I definitely know you —“

“Alright, everyone,” Professor Nobuto announces with a smack on her desk, “That about does it for today’s session. Give some thanks to your models!”

You jump back from Bokuto as the class offers a light round of applause. The two of you bow back, and you rush over to the table as the professor approaches Bokuto.

You leave the two of them to chat as you hurriedly put your clothes back on, hoisting your bag up on your shoulder, and nearly falling over putting your shoes on.

“Thank you for today,” Professor Nobuto sneaks up from behind, a smile on her face as she hands you a blank white envelope, “I hope I see your name on the sign up sheet again.”

You offer her a grin as you accept the envelope. “Thank you for the opportunity!”

And with that, you rush out of the stuffy room and make a bee line towards the door.

“Hey, Peaches!” Bokuto’s voice makes you freeze from across the room, and you turn around to see him adorned only his pants. “You never told me your name?”

With a smirk, you put your hand on the handle, walking out the door as you yelled over your shoulder.

“I thought you said you knew me!”

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“That was a trap, wasn’t it,” you accuse Akaashi as soon as you see him again, walking into your shift at the café just as he was about to clock out.

His smile was almost evil, punching out as he gathers his jacket.

“Whatever could you possibly mean, dear coworker,” he replies, and you smack him on the shoulder.

“You had to have known Bokuto was doing that,” you seethe, glaring at Akaashi, “And you knew about… about… you’re dangerous, Akaashi Keiji.”

He laughs, waving you off, “You said you needed help, so I offered help.”

“Oh, you conniving little —“

“Akaashi, you ready?” A familiar voice cuts you, making your head twist towards the door.

A set of white and black streaked hair, a devilish grin, bright twinkling eyes — your nightmare in human form walking in.

His eyes widen as they meet yours from across the room, and he waves a hand in the air as if you could have possibly missed the six foot three volleyball player barely fitting through the door frame.

“Hey, Peaches!” He greets cheerfully, walking and leaning against the counter, “Fancy running into you here.”

“Peaches?” Akaashi asks, and your eyes shoot him a nasty glare.

“I work here,” you reply, and Bokuto’s eyes widen.

“Akaashi, why wouldn’t you tell me you have such a cutie for a coworker?!” He demands of his best friend, who simply rolls his eyes and heads out the door.

“Let’s go, Bokuto-san!”

“Akaashi! Hey, wait,” Bokuto runs one step to the door but stops and turns back, “If I come back tomorrow, you gonna tell me your name then?”

You laugh. “I don’t work tomorrow.”

“I’ll ask Akaashi for your schedule then!” He screams as he runs out the door.

The smile on your face stayed on for the rest of your shift.

#bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto kotaro x y/n #bokuto fluff #bokuto kotaro headcanon #bokuto koutaro scenarios #bokuto imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x y/n #haikyuu!! fic

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anemo-writes · 4 years ago

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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themapleleafdiaries · 7 years ago

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so i was doin a collab with my bud @heixou and she’s takin too long to post her part of it so HA IM POSTIN THIS AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME

also ive been watching a lot of The Office so

#doodlie doo #honestly this only makes sense if u see Lucija's half LMAO #this was basically my reaction to when she sent me the sketch LMAOOO #also im postin this bc Xaph looks WAY TOO CUTE in the first panel so i couldn't NOT post this #will link to Lucija's drawing if she ever posts hers #Lucija im gonna set u on FIRe #Xaphan Rolvani #.3.

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broadwayandnetflix · 4 years ago

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Overprotective, Much? - Bill Hader x Reader

Theme: Fluff + Angst

Warnings: Sexual Terms, Language

Summary: You and Bill have been secretly dating for two years now, only to complicate things one night when you partake in a very risque sketch unbeknownst to him?

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Ahhh Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! This was a request sent in by @berkmansbabe I really hope you enjoy it! And it somehow fits what you were asking for! Have a good rest of your year everyone, hopefully 2021 is better?

It was nearly four in the morning the last time that you checked, and you were almost half asleep over your laptop. Squinting one eye open, you gazed around the room to find a selection of your coworkers staring at you with little smirks.

"You're drooling, Y/N," one voice calls out; it had to be Mulaney's.

"Okay, you didn't have to tell her that!" another one chimes out, Jost?

Furiously you wipe the drool that was currently dangling from your chin and give the two the meanest glare that you could possibly muster.

At four in the morning, Tuesday's were the worst. Okay, well, technically, it's Wednesday now.

Mulaney only smirked before sliding a post-it note your way. You grimace, reading the details of the message scrawled out in what appeared to be Jost's messy script.

P. G. A. D, weekend update, orgasms onstage.

You practically gape at the note in awe; you were a writer, weren't you the one who was supposed to write this shit? Not perform it.

"Um, I'm not complaining, but isn't this more up Kristen's alley?" you protest, trying not to sound whiny.

"She's on vacation this week, and honestly we think you'd be perfect for it." Jost says matter of factly, giving you a small smile.

"Fine," you sigh before flopping back onto the table to get some more sleep. Earning another chuckle from the boys.

It ate at you all week, but I mean, you had the potential. If anyone would understand your feelings, it'd be Hader. His anxiety always got the best of him, and it hurt you to still see the man so stressed and uncomfortable.

Often, you'd be the one to find him after a sketch, rubbing soothing circles into his back. While he stares off rigidly into the curtain, he was fantastic at his job; it just didn't sit well with his anxiety. Although you knew it followed him home, into the late hours of the night, disappointment settling in.

It wasn't public, but the two of you had managed to make things work for the past two years. You had met Bill back when he had first arrived at 30 Rock, as you had gotten hired the same year Mulaney did.

Seth, who was practically your best friend at this point, could tell within an instant that you harbored a small crush for Hader. Often picking at you with little side comments that'd make you stammer and feel your body heat up in embarrassment.

For some time, you didn't even realize that Bill had reciprocated your feelings until he asked you on a date. The two of you curled up back at his place while he showed you some of his favorite movies, it was nice, and the rest was history.

The only problem was, it was safer not letting the rest of the group know about this advancement. God knows what they would do to Bill onstage with sketches...you didn't wanna know.

Alongside the fact that the two of you had quite a bit of an age gap, it wasn't that big, but you knew that Bill often internalized the seven-year gap between the two of you. You were only twenty when you had started at 30 Rock while Bill was twenty-seven. You loved him nonetheless, but you could tell it made him stress a little.

So you both kept it a secret, although you were pretty sure that Meyers and Mulaney knew at this point. While Jost continued to remain oblivious towards your little endeavor.

For this sketch in particular, maybe it was best to keep this one secret as well. Rarely did you ever perform on the show, and you wanted Bill to be proud.

Seth, who had been motivating you all week, motioned you into his office early Thursday morning.

"Okay, just spoke to Lorne about this, we're gonna fit you into one more sketch due to Kristen's absence." you nod apprehensively.

"It's the easiest thing ever, all you have to do is sit there with Franco, and Hader, and read the cue cards about environmental issues. Keenan will cut you off, and you should be good." Seth explains before giving you a quick thumbs-up, causing you to smile slightly.

"God I am so nervous, is that normal?" you admit as Seth sits back into his seat.

"Oh my god yeah, it is not always easy going up onstage like that, but trust me you have the talent and potential. Lorne hired you for a reason, I'm sure if you brought this up to Bill he could give you a few tips on how to release stress." Seth replied as he gave you a warm smile.

You nodded, thanked him for the advice, and began heading back towards the writer's room to help the rest cut the left-over sketches that you all had mulled over during that week. Only to run straight into someone, their hands instantly going out to hold your shoulders steady.

"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't even see where I was going!" you yelp, only to look up and see Bill trying to hold in a laugh. Only causing you to laugh slightly as well at the situation the two of you were in.

"You okay?" he asks sweetly after taking in your somewhat frazzled state; without a second thought, you shook your head and went into his arms.

"I'm just stressed," you murmured into his chest as he quickly reciprocated the hug and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

"About what?" he replied softly, his hold growing just a little bit stronger, that is until the two of you heard nearby footsteps and quickly broke away.

A random production assistant walks past while you and Bill clear your throats awkwardly.

"Uhm, I am actually going on a sketch this week, you're gonna be in the same one actually. It's with Keenan, I just barely ever go on, since I am a writer, you know?" you exhale softly, only to look back up to Bill. Who is nodding furiously in agreement.

"Oh my god, I mean, you know me," he stops to chuckle, "Y/N, I am a literal mess, I mean don't act like I am totally oblivious to you and John changing the cue cards before Stefon sketches." Bill exclaims as you find yourself beginning to smile.

"I mean, it's really cute seeing you break babe," he fake gasps. "I mean you just make it look so easy sometimes even when I know you're stressing out." Bill sighs slightly before meeting your gaze.

"It's not easy, it never is. It's just you learn how to cope over time, if you want I'll meet you at the end of the sketch. Does that sound okay? Just like you always do for me, which I can never thank you enough for." he says, grinning as you slowly nod in agreement.

Giving you a quick peck on the forehead, he explains he has to go back to his costume fittings and that he'll see you later in the night.

He always knew how to help.

You watched anxiously while Seth said the cue that would lead you on stage. Letting yourself take a deep breath, you allowed yourself to block out the situation's overwhelmingness.

Also, was it always this hot up here?

With the cue cards coming into focus, you delved into the script, finding yourself ease into it over time. It was comforting to hear the audience laugh at your delivery, often seeing Seth trying to hold back a grin.

Especially upon the time, you began to describe what made your character Tamara Parks go into orgasms from her specific condition, of Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder.

"With the help of my physician I was able to find treatment, and today I can say that I am fully-" you let out a moan, trying not to break as you look down. Only to continue on the moaning and the appearance of discomfort as the script goes on. Seth progressively tries not to laugh as well.

It almost was shocking that you were pretending to be aroused on live national television. Still, clearly, you were doing something right given the reactions that had been intended.

You began to find yourself grateful for the ability to look down and away from the audience to compose yourself against the fake orgasms you were portraying. Seth's hand leaning to rest upon your shoulder, setting your character's orgasms off even more until the sketch was nearing its finish. The crowd applauded as Seth called you offstage.

You had let out a breath that you didn't even know that you had been holding the minute you had left the stage. Clearly, you had done the job just as Meyers and Mulaney had anticipated, the crowd going wild, it felt nice, but you also felt like you needed a nap. Many of your coworkers had come up to congratulate you, but all you wanted was just to see Bill.

Except, Bill and Fred were going up to another sketch for Weekend Update, you had asked a production assistant for some water as you took a seat in a nearby corner. It wasn't long before you had spotted Mulaney from out of the corner of your eye, within seconds; his eyes met yours, and he rather awkwardly stumbled over.

You had to stifle your laughter at how ridiculous he appeared in that moment, his rather tall figure colliding with the floor as he slid down beside you.

"You did fantastic out there! See, I knew you could do it!" he whispered enthusiastically while nudging you playfully in the side.

The two of you commented on the show's progress and or which sketch that you had written was your favorite. Until your stage manager had motioned for you to go on for your second sketch of the night. John gave you a reassuring smile before giving you a little push off into the side wing you were supposed to enter on.

The sketch was going well, that is until you felt an intense stare out of your peripheral vision coming from Bill, who was sitting beside you. Instead, it felt more dominant and tense than comfortable and safe as his thigh began to press up against yours. You gulped slightly before Keenan made his way over to you, feeling Bill's thigh against yours, almost making you lose control.

The skit's premise was that Keenan's character would never let the guests speak, which was probably a good thing as soon as the cameras went off of you; you had to stifle a moan of your own, a real one.

You were flustered beyond belief, and you couldn't tell why for the life of you that Bill was screwing with you on live television, but he was, and it was working. Of course, you appreciated the man's dominance but now was clearly not the time, except all you could feel was the heat pooling at the pit of your stomach.

While you were slightly annoyed with him, something about that leather jacket he was wearing was really turning you on. Or the way he did all of this was genuine ease like he wasn't putting you in complete arousal right now was so intimidatingly hot.

The crowd's cheering almost caught you off-guard as you realized the sketch was over, and Bill and Franco were getting up to leave the stage. You almost had to steady yourself as your legs felt wobbly and out of place, but you managed to maneuver yourself off the stage with as much grace as you could possibly muster.

It didn't take long for you to feel Bill's hand slip under yours and tug you along to a back room, his taller figure looming over yours with a side of him that you had never seen before. His lips practically hovering over yours as you inhaled deeply and ultimately tried to compose yourself only to stammer your words a little bit.

"Um, heh, what did you do that for?" you murmured quietly so that only he could hear you.

"You really think I would let you get away so quickly with that sketch, I simply had to remind you that you're mine babe, mine." he growled as he leaned down close to your height, whispering the words in your ear.

Your breath hitching at the contact, goosebumps spreading directly across your skin, and your heart skipping a beat. Except, you were in public, for crying out loud; why couldn't he have waited to save this for the bedroom later tonight?

"I-um, Bill did you forget that this is sorta a live show?" you retort back, stepping away from his slight hold. It finally hits you all at once, "Wait, Bill, are you jealous of my sketch with Seth?" you quickly ask, his eyes widening before quickly denying it.

"What? No of course not since when do I get jealous Y/N?" he says defensively, only to see you start to form a small grin.

"Oh my god you totally are!" you practically yelp, his eyes staring daggers at you.

"Hader, quick change happening for Daveheart in four minutes!" Bobby calls as he walks past the two of you unbeknownst to the little debacle going on.

Bill's eyes darting between yours and the dressing room, you sigh and motion for him to go-on for how you would somehow resolve this later. After the door closes behind him, you allow yourself to slide down against the wall once again, trying to compose yourself after everything that had just happened.

It doesn't take long for him to find you, this time in a Scottish get-up, you were assuming, and still painfully as ever, you still couldn't help but think that he looked hot, even with his long brown wig.

He sits down beside you, looking at you with a hesitant look in his eyes.

"Okay, so maybe I am jealous okay?" he admits quietly, completely catching you off guard. "It's just sometimes I wish we didn't have to have this weird age gap, or have to worry about judgement from others or the press. I guess, just seeing you like that today, it just really made me jealous. Proud of course, I mean babe you killed it out there, I didn't even notice that you were anxious. It's just hearing you moan like that, god that was so hot, the things you do to me." he says, no longer making eye contact as he goes into his little tangent.

God, you loved him.

You sigh before wrapping your hands around his, before slowly pushing forward to envelop him in a kiss. He hesitates for a split second before going in at once, his hands reaching up to cup your face deepening the kiss.

It was like a breath of fresh air whenever the two of you had kissed, whether in the late nights after shows and you can see the sunrise. Or in walks home from work, fingers entwined, and quick glances before sneaking a quick kiss, or even just whenever Bill can spare one.

The two of you pull away, only to catch your breath for a second. Bill's wig now tousled, and his eyes staring at you with admiration that you couldn't help but melt under.

"You know Bill, I wouldn't change a thing about us. I love you just the way that you are." you say softly, sneaking in a little kiss before pulling away to finish your statement, a small pout grazing his lips.

"Just maybe not during a live sketch, please?" you giggle softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Hey, Y/N, I just wanted to say that you killed it out there-woah, what's going on here?" Seth calls out, startling the two of you; you moving to jump away before Bill quickly stops you.

"We're dating!" you blurt out randomly, "we have been for the past two years, and its time that we probably tell others about it."

You clamp your mouth shut, ignoring Bill's jaw-dropping, and focusing on Seth entirely.

"Oh my god I knew it! Mulaney get your ass over here, we've been right this entire time! Hader and Y/L/N have been boning for two years." Seth yells over to John, who was busy cleaning up the cue cards as the show was coming to an end for the night.

You practically groan, digging your head into Hader's chest in pure embarrassment as Mulaney comes bounding over to cheerfully laugh at your combined misery.

"And to think that Jost said that we were lying about the two of them, guys come on we're gonna go tell Colin!" Seth exclaims, beckoning for the two of you to follow to the writer's room down the hall.

"Might as well join them," Bill whines as he pulls you off the ground and drags you along after them.

#@broadwayandnetflix #bill hader imagine #bill hader x reader #bill hader x you #bill hader #fluff #angst #snl #saturday night live #john mulaney #seth meyers #2020 #request

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fan-written · 4 years ago

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Meet cute Monday

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"Is that a Crossword?"

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It wasn't the screech of tires that caught her attention first. That was pretty common around Gotham. The yelling was too. And she had barely glanced at the black van that squealed past her at a speed sure to be unsafe. Even the gun fire was barely a note in her mind after she absently gauged it's distance.

No, by this point Marinette was used to all that.

What she wasn't used to was a boy leaping out of the window of said van and rolling to a stop at her feet. In her civilian form at least.

She blinked down at him in surprise, her mouth slightly agape. Intense, dark eyes blinked back up at her and she noticed he was less of a boy and more of a man. Probably a year older than her at most.

She also noticed he was rather handsome and his lips alone made her want to sketch. She quickly shoved that thought out of her mind, though. After all, he did just jumped out of a vehicle of gun toting probably criminals.

"Is that a crossword book?"

Marinette jerked slightly, shocked that he spoke to her. She blinked once more at him, looked at the puzzle book in her arm, glanced at the direction the van went, and finally returned her gaze to him.

"Yes?" She had to double check that it was, because that really shouldn't be the first question someone asked after jumping out of a moving van. "I, are you alright? You just-" she gestured to the road then down at him. "And now you're here. Should you really be asking about my puzzles?"

A gun shot and an engine roaring interrupted his reply and they both looked up to find the van turing back around the corner, racing towards them.

"Fuck!" The stranger quickly stood. He turned and almost ran into her in his haste to run. She barely caught the flicker of surprise that she was still there before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a sprint. The small alley way he pulled her into already felt safer since the van wouldn't be able to follow.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry about this," he called out over his shoulder. "Really. It's just, they saw you and who knows what those shithead's would do to a beautiful girl like you. Especially since they saw you with me."

Marinette stumbled the first few steps, but easily settled into the run after that. She sent a silent apology to Tikki as her bag bounced against her leg. "Why would being seen with you be a problem?" She asked, desperately hoping he wouldn't look back at her. If he did then maybe he'd think her blush was just from the sudden exertion and not him calling her beautiful.

"You don't know?" Unfortunately he did glance back then and Marinette caught the pleased smirk tugging on his lips before he turned back to guide them. "You're holding hands with Bruce Wayne's most recent adopted son. I'm worth big money to some of the criminally minded."

"So you were kidnapped?" She tried to keep her voice normal, but now that he'd pointed it out all she could think about was how his hand wrapped entirely around her wrist. Honestly she wasn't that surprised it came out more like a squeak.

She tried to tug her arm away since she was keeping up fine without it, but the Wayne boy suddenly turned into a small alcove. The harsh yank on her arm that followed pulled her clumsiness to the forefront and she tumbled gracelessly into his hard chest.

Marinette opened her mouth to question him, but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. Instead he pressed her deeper into the corner, behind him. She subtly moved her purse so she wasn't squishing Tikki.

The shadowed corner was small, barely enough for one person, let alone two. It might have just been his body blocking the light, but Marinette felt that it was darker than it had been only seconds before.

Everything was still. She breathed shallowly, matching the Wayne in front of her. Both trying to silence their heaving chests begging for air so the could listen.

Several feet pounded down the cement from the direction they just came. Wayne turned around and lifted his hood up from his black jacket. Marinette could barely make out his eyes in the darkness. Would the goons even see them if they could hardly see each other?

Marinette held her breath, head tilted so she could listen as they ran past their hiding place. Her hands tightened around the shirt and book she held within them. Her body though settled into a relaxed state, ready to attack or defend if necessary.

She didn't notice, but the Wayne had done the same.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was only seconds, the sounds of the kidnappers were gone. Marinette let out a long sigh and rested her head against the chest in front of her. It had been a while since she had to hide like that. Most of the recent Akumas had to be fought head on.

She probably would have stayed as she was to collect herself if she hadn't felt like she was shaking. Marinette couldn't quite figure out why since she'd stopped having panic attacks after every life threatening experience years ago. Then a pair of arms tightened around her and she remembered she's not the only one around.

Marinette jerked her head back, and slammed it into the wall behind her. The muffled laugh escaped for half a second until a hand buried it again. She absently rubbed her new goose egg and glanced up into mirthful eyes. The heavy darkness seemed to have dissipated and she chalked it up to the fear of being caught.

he shouldn't be laughing though. She shouldn't laugh too. None of this was funny. But it kind of was. It's not every day she gets attractive men throwing themselves at her feet.

And that's the thought that got her. Because once an Akuma made all men do just that.

The first giggle escaped and her face matched Wayne's now, with wide eyes and a hand covering her mouth. They both had another staring contest, but this time it was broken by laughter.

"Sh-shhhh! They- they might come back," she whispered.

Wayne nodded but neither of them could stop, especially when they looked at one another. "I know," he said between gasps. "It's not, it's not even that funny."

Marinette shook her head, but couldn't answer because another bout of giggles took over. Finally she gave up and rested her head against him just so she wouldn't look at his face again. She could feel him lean into her, relaxing against the wall, but keeping them safe if the villains returned.

Slowly the laughter died, occasional giggles escaping like hiccups as they calmed down. Marinette sighed again, more out of breath from their laughter than their run.

"Running from life threatening situations usually doesn't make me that giddy." She kept her face down, afraid she'd laugh again if they shared eye contact.

He hummed and she could feel it against her cheek. "Yeah, I don't think I've ever reacted like that. Wait!" He pulled away and she had no choice but to look at him. "How many life threatening situations have you been in if you know what your usual reaction would be?"

She shrugged, hoping he would take the non answer. She doubted it, based on the look he was giving her, like she was a puzzle he needed to solve. "What about you?" She deflected. "You know your usual reaction too."

"I'm a fuckin' Wayne. Of course I've been in these kind of situations before." His deadpan stare told her he wasn't fooled, but she was off the hook for now.

"Oh yes," she snapped her fingers. "The newest Wayne Adoptee. You mentioned that, but I still don't know your name. I mean, you did run off with me, and now you've got me pressed against the wall. That's like first date material right there." She smirked up at him, hoping it would distract him.

Instead he grinned back, happily taking the challenge issued. "Duke Thomas-Wayne. And you, ma'am, must have had some shitty first dates if you think this would count as one." He looked her over as if finally taking in her appearance. His eyes paused on the book in her arm, before returning to her face. "And you definitely deserve something better."

She blushed, begging the shadows to hide it but knowing it was futile. She refused to lose their verbal spar though. "W-well, maybe I haven't found anyone worth better?" She cocked her hip and lifted an eyebrow.

Duke chuckled, just as pleased as her with their banter. "I might be able to change your mind, if you don't mind giving your name?"

"Marinette," she said while holding out her hand. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You've left quite the first impression Monsieur Thomas-Wayne. I don't often have men leaping out of cars to meet me."

This time his smile turned sheepish, but not for long. "Well Miss Dupain-Cheng," he gently took her hand, "it's not every day I find myself staring up at a goddess. One who even shares a favorite hobby of mine." He gestured at the puzzle book. "But maybe we should continue this conversation elsewhere." He glanced behind him at the empty ally way. "Hopefully without any villains nearby. Maybe at a coffee shop?"

Marinette nodded, pulling her hand from his. Finally he stepped away and Marinette could breath. Somehow she was genuinely flirting. And it was working!

She grinned up at him, far to happy for the situation they still had to successfully escape from. "It sounds like a date!"

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[ii] - were you always this cute?

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“I promise that I’ll make you fall for me!”

Those words keep echoing in your head endlessly, making you more embarrassed and frustrated. A proclamation you made earlier keeps replaying in your head, including the face that Albedo made making your cheeks warm at the memory of him smirking. Even though you said those words to him, you didn’t exactly have a plan or an idea on how to do it. Were you supposed to immediately act on it or what? How the hell are you supposed to do this? Why did you even say that when you don’t even know what he likes? Saying those words with much confidence because you were too caught up in the moment. Turning your head around to stuff it on your pillow before letting out a scream. Why does it sound so easy to say yet so hard to act on it? Growling to yourself, you sat up and opened your phone. You aren’t going to give up on this easily, you gave your word to Albedo and you’ll stick to it.

Sending the message you typed, you put your phone on your side as you await for their response.

“So let me get this straight… you want to know how to make someone fall in love with you, correct?” You nodded your head, almost too eagerly. Watching her sigh as she sent you a pointed glare. “And what makes you think that I’m an expert in this department again?” “You have a harem.” You shrugged, taking a sip on your drink. Lumine sighed once more, rubbing her temples. “Just because many people likes me doesn’t mean that I’m an expert in love.” Setting down your drink, pouting at her as you stare at her pitifully. “I just need help, Lumi~ I don’t know what to do…” “That’s not my problem.” Lumine snapped, taking a sip on her milk tea.

Sighing, you knew from the beginning that this wasn’t easy. Lumine could be more stubborn than her twin brother, Aether. You wished you asked help from him but he’s friends with Venti, who was known to be a gossip queen. As much as you love Aether, you couldn’t help but sigh at his rather naive personality. He could be so gullible sometimes. Lumine, on the other hand, can keep a secret and is rather introverted. If you have to describe Aether and Lumine, Aether would be the sun due to his extroverted nature while Lumine is the moon due to her mysterious nature. “So, who’s the boy?” Lumine suddenly asked, staring at you. Pursuing your lips, you hesitantly told her. “It’s Albedo…” You told her.

Her eyes widened a bit before returning to normal. “Ah… I see.” She said, looking away. Tilting your head slightly at her odd behavior but decided to brush it off. “I just want to know what he likes and dislikes. What I should do and what I shouldn’t do around him.” You elaborated further. Lumine nodded her head, her eyes looking away. “The best advice I could think of right now is you should be you,” Lumine said, returning her gaze to you. “Much like the people I’ve met that came from Mondstadt, he prefers people that are true to themselves and won’t let anyone’s judgment affect them in any way.”

Nodding your head, trusting her advice. It was better than nothing you suppose. “Thanks, Lumi! I knew I could count on you!” You said while smiling brightly at her. You didn’t notice how forced her smile is or the bitterness behind her words. “Glad to help as always…”

Walking through the hallways with your mind drifting off as usual, and because of this, you didn’t notice the person in front of you. Which resulted in you accidentally colliding with them. “Sorry! I wasn’t looking.” You apologized, looking up to meet a pair of pointed cold amber eyes, much colder than Albedo’s and much fiercer. His hair green with a streak of light green and a purple diamond-shaped on his forehead, wearing a black-themed outfit. He seems familiar to you for some reason… “Watch where you’re going next time.” He huffed, turning around and walking away from you. Glaring at his retreating figure before rolling your eyes. “Rude.”

Deciding to just ignore the rude emo boy, you continued your way to your class. Adjusting the straps of your bag, you arrived at your destination. Taking a breath before sliding the door to enter, immediately getting swarmed by greetings from your classmates. Returning the gesture with a greeting of your own, you made your way to your desk. Hu tao’s bag or hat isn’t present yet on her desk so you assume that she’ll be late again. Taking a peek at the desk horizontally to yours in a different row (so like his seat is northwest from yours), you noticed he wasn’t there either. Probably in the lab, making some experiments before class starts. Shrugging, you take a seat and start to set up the things you need for your first period.

Grabbing a spare notebook and flipping the pages until you find a blank page, you then grab a pencil and start to sketch. It wasn’t anything special or amazing compared to those art students who are amazing in drawing and painting, it was just a simple glaze lily that you saw while on your way to school. Stroking your pencil absentmindedly but still with precision, your mind half there but at the same time not. While stroking the petals of the flower, you didn’t notice someone watching you sketch from the side. “Your drawing skill is quite excellent. The way you accurately stroke your pencil with how glaze lily looks like… I’m quite impressed.”

Flinching at the sudden familiar deep voice, you slammed your notebook in surprise, whipping your head to the side to see Albedo staring at you. Locking eyes with one another, he tilted his head. “Why’d you stop?” He asked, his mouth in a small frown. Feeling your face heating up, you looked away. “I-It’s not that great. I was just… drawing randomly.” You said, your mind still not with you. Fidgeting slightly, you heard him hum in response and shuffling sound. “Really? I don’t see it that way.” Slowly raising your head to him but not quite meeting his eyes, you raise a brow, “What do you mean?”

“I think it’s lovely. Far better than any drawings I’ve seen so far.” Giving you a small smile before walking to his desk, leaving you dazed at what happened. After a few moments your mind finally comprehends what’s happening, you slammed your head to your desk, earning a lot of weird and concerned looks from your classmates. Only one found your reaction adorable and amusing. “Heyy~ are you trying to kill yourself or something~?” You heard your friend’s voice echoing beside you. “If you want to die already, I can give you a discount for being my best friend~!”

Albedo watches as the teacher continues to teach the rather boring topic that he knows already. Tapping his pen once in a while on his desk as he wishes for classes to end already. If he would have to choose his favorite teacher so far, it’ll be Mr. Zhongli. The way he teaches is rather unique, and what Albedo admires about him is his endless knowledge about certain things, most especially glaze lilies. Speaking of glaze lily, he looked at the corner of his eyes to see you almost asleep on your desk. Eyes almost closing and head on your palm, as you tried to stay awake. He watches amusingly as your head almost falls over and the desk. Hiding his growing smile behind his palm, he stares forward again.

“Miss [L/N]. Are you listening or are you busy trying not to fall asleep there?” The teacher’s voice boomed through the room, making everyone jump, most especially you. Watching your reaction at the corner of his eyes, he watches as you sit up straight, not anymore sleepy. “No ma’am! Sorry…” You said while smiling sheepishly. Stifling his chuckle as the teacher huffed at your response. “If I see you sleeping again, I’ll give you detention and more homework.” Nodding at what your teacher said, he watches as Hu tao teases you. His eyes look at your smiling face, the way your eyes wrinkle when you smile, when your nose scrunches up, and the way your eyes shine.

Were you always this adorable?

“Ah, miss [L/N]. May I have a favor to ask you?” The silky and commanding voice of your economics teacher rang through the room after the bell finished ringing. Looking up to meet the ruby-colored eyes of miss Ningguang, you hesitantly nodded your head. Bidding a quick goodbye to Hu tao, you quickly made your way to your teacher. She crossed her arms as she smiled at you softly, which made her look more beautiful. “What is it, miss Ningguang?” “I need you to deliver something for me. You see, a fellow colleague of mine was in a hurry earlier and requested me to bring these supplies to the laboratory. But I still have a meeting to attend to now, so can I ask you to deliver these to Laboratory 2? Just place it on any desk.” She explained. Laboratory 2? Isn’t that where Albedo’s club is? You decided to nod your head since you have nothing better to do anyway, and gives you an excuse to see Albedo but no one needs to know about that. “Sure miss Ningguang! I’ll deliver these for you.”

“Good. You are dismissed now.”

Carrying the box that contains the supplies, you carefully navigated through the hall, minding other students and being careful not to bump into any of them. Laboratory 2 was upstairs near the third-years. “Ah! Miss [Y/N]!” Someone’s voice called from behind, making you look and see Sucrose smiling bashfully. “How are you, miss [Y/N]?” She asked, going to your side and noticing the box you’re holding. “And what’s in the box?” “It contains supplies for Laboratory 2. Miss Ningguang made me deliver it.” You answered while smiling. “And I’m doing alright. You?” Sucrose nods her head enthusiastically. “I’m doing excellent! I managed to recite in class without stuttering today!” Chuckling at her enthusiasm, you would’ve hugged her if it weren’t for the box you’re holding.

“That’s great! Good job.” She laughs sheepishly, her pale cheeks turning pink, still not used at how openly you praised her. “Anyways! I’m actually heading to Laboratory 2 now. Why don’t we go together?” Nodding your head, you two continued your walk to the lab, talking along the way. You knew Sucrose ever since she moved to the house right next to yours, effectively making her your neighbor. She was still as shy as ever, even when you two were kids. Even though you were older than her by three years, it doesn’t stop you to hang out with Sucrose. Sucrose actually skipped two years during middle school, which makes her the youngest among the first years.

You soon arrived at your destination making your conversation with your shy friend come to an end, sliding the door for you. “Thanks.” Entering the room, your eyes immediately landed on the figure inside, who was busy sketching something in the paper. “Good afternoon Mr. Albedo.” Sucrose greeted, which made Albedo look up to see you and Sucrose entering the room, he nodded in greeting “Good afternoon Sucrose. What brings you here, [Y/N]?” He asked, curious why you’re here until he noticed the box in your hands and realized why you’re here. “Ah. Is that the supplies? Thank you for bringing it.” Setting down his clipboard on the table and walked to where you stood. Sucrose went in already and started to set her things up on another desk, which you guessed hers.

“This must’ve been heavy. Sorry for the inconvenience.” He said, getting the box from you and gently placing it on a spare desk. “No no! It’s okay.” You said, reassuring him with a smile on your face. He nodded his head while glancing at Sucrose, who was now busy with tinkering an old-looking clock. His eyes glanced back at you. “Are you about to go home now?” He asked, his eyes unconsciously inspecting your face which made you self-conscious. Starting to play with your hands, you shake your head. “N-Not really. Since I have nothing better to do, I’ll drop by the library today.” You said, averting your eyes. Humming at your answer, he nodded his head. “I see.. Take care then.”

“Ah, Sucrose. I have to go now. I forgot that I have to pick-up Klee at her school.” Albedo announced when he realized how much time had passed after he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Sucrose nodded her head while smiling slightly. “Ok, Mr. Albedo. Take care while going home!” “Same to you.” After Albedo closes the door, he sighed while running a hand through his hair. An experiment has gone wrong earlier when Sucrose accidentally gave him the wrong potion, as much as he was annoyed, he doesn’t have the heart to scold the soft-hearted girl so he lets it go. Opening his eyes and adjusting his bag, he started to walk through the empty halls. It was already 6, which means almost everyone is gone from school, save from those people that have clubs.

When he steps out, he takes a deep breath. He’s been inside that lab for a long time now, it’s nice to have fresh air now. While walking though, he passed by an open window. His eyes decided to take a peek inside and noticed a familiar person sleeping peacefully in the window, you. You were sleeping on top of your arms, facing at the side making Albedo see your peaceful sleeping face, and underneath your arms was a book. Furrowing his brows, he stopped walking and stared at your sleeping figure. Don’t you know how dangerous it is to sleep in an open window? What if someone passed by and took a picture of you? Or stolen something from you? Or someone stupid deciding to kidnap you?

Huffing at your naivety, but he can’t help but watch you sleep. A strand of hair fell on your face, almost like an instinct, Albedo’s hand moved on its own and tucked the strand behind your ear. By now, he was close enough to see the smallest details in your face. Normally, he doesn’t care about anyone. But why does this person make him feel things that he’s never felt before with anyone? Sighing as he leans back, turns around before leaning on the wall and sliding down. What did you do to him to make him feel this way? Feeling his cheeks heat up, he huffed.

Ever since you made that declaration the other day, he couldn’t get you off his mind. Out of everyone in his class, he noticed you the most. He thought it was because of how often you get in trouble with the teacher or your hyperactive friend. But when you confessed to him that day, he felt his heart skip a beat. He recalled how scared he was, why did it beat? If he was being honest, he didn’t know what he was saying until he heard you sobbing. He made you cry. Never in his life thought he would experience this kind of pain. But the almighty Albedo would never admit it.

This is not love, he thought as he stood up and adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder. Taking a glance at your sleeping figure, now noticing that you’re slightly shivering. He sighed as he started to walk. “I’m not in love.” He mumbled under his breath.

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