#oops I did another mini-fic

[closetsnzbian]

Two lovers, sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning. A has already been awake for a little while, lying against B's back, watching her sleeping partner with quiet affection. Since it's getting close to 11:00, A decides it's probably time for them to get up.

A slides out of bed and walks over and opens the shade. At that same moment, B slowly wakes and opens her eyes as blinding sunlight streams directly into her face. B barely has time for one sharp inhale before the fit begins. She cups one hand over her face and releases downward into the pillow several times. A: Bless. B: Thank you. Did you do that on purpose, since I know what my fits do to you?!? A: As much as I love your fits and you, I would never intentionally try to make you suffer. I'm sorry that happened, I figured you'd just hide your head under the blanket. However, if you give me your permission, I'd do that again in a heartbeat. B: Well, it is Saturday, we don't have to get out of bed quite yet. Why don't you come back over? Oh - leave your clothes on the floor before you get back in bed? A: You don't have to ask me twice.

Minors DNI; Do not repost to non-kink blogs

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[senascoop]

꒰ DREAMSCAPE MASTERLIST >

WELCOME to the DREAMSCAPE MINI ENHYPEN series— a collection of seven unique fanfics that blur the lines between fantasy, crime, comedy, and romance. Each story dives deep into intricate plots, so if you were hoping for simple FLUFF or SMUT, you might want to look elsewhere. But if you're here for thrilling twists, complex characters, and captivating worlds, you've come to the right place! BUCKLE UP; it's going to be a wild ride!

WORD COUNT MIGHT RANGE FROM 10K—30K,

MINORS, please steer clear of the SMUT fanfics. However, don't worry—you’re more than welcome to dive into the fluff stories! They’re just as captivating and enjoyable, offering all the heartwarming moments without the mature content. Enjoy responsibly!

IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE FICS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE YOU'D LIKE TO BE TAGGED IN!

JUST REPLY WITH THE PREFERENCE, AND I’LL MAKE SURE TO KEEP YOU UPDATED. THANKS!

﹙ 🕊️ ﹚ ぃ ──── SHE HAS LOST EVERY CASE, HOW COULD SHE WIN MINE?

EXCUSE ME !

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SUSPECT ! HEESEUNG × LAWYER ! AFAB READER

MATURE THEMES , LAW BASED & SMUT !

Heeseung is unexpectedly thrust into the center of a murder investigation, accused of killing an old school friend. The truth, however, runs deeper than it appears, leaving everyone questioning whether he's truly the suspect. Enter you, his defense lawyer, notorious for losing every case you take on. Against all odds, you're handed Heeseung's case, and let’s just say…it’s a recipe for disaster for both of you. As you dig deeper, unraveling layers of deception, you’ll have to confront your own doubts and insecurities. Will you be able to prove Heeseung's innocence, or will this case be another tally in your string of failures?

﹙ 🧊 ﹚ ぃ ──── DID I REALLY DESERVE TO BE CAUGHT UP WITH SUCH A TROUBLE?

OOPS, WRONG ERA !

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TIME TRAVELLER ! JAY × STUDENT ! AFAB READER

20TH CENTURY AU , SLIGHTLY FUTURISTIC & FLUFF !

Jay was the epitome of a perfect student—charming, intelligent, and utterly dedicated. The only catch? He was a time traveler from the future, marooned in the 20th century and trying to blend in as a normal teenager. When you discovered his secret, you seized the opportunity. You blackmailed him into becoming your personal homework and assignment writer, using his advanced knowledge to help you ace your classes. Jay’s attempts to navigate high school life while fulfilling his unexpected new role provided endless amusement and challenges for both of you.

﹙ ☁️ ﹚ ぃ ──── WHY WOULD YOU SHOW UP WHEN I MOVED ON?

WINDS CHANGE !

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EX ! JAKE × EX ! AFAB READER

ANGST & SMUT !

It's been five years since you and Jake called it quits, each going your separate ways. Life seemed fine—until the dreaded wedding invitation arrives from an old friend. Reluctantly, you decide to attend, only to find Jake, your ex, waiting there like a storm on the horizon, ready to turn your calm into chaos. With unresolved feelings and past memories looming, the wedding becomes a battlefield of witty exchanges, accidental encounters, and a slow unraveling of what truly ended between you two. Are the winds of change blowing in favor of a second chance, or will they only serve to remind you why you broke up in the first place?

﹙ 🍁 ﹚ ぃ ──── I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT, BUT I WANNA MAKE IT BETTER!

GET WELL SOON シ︎

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RACER ! SUNGHOON × ORPHAN ! AFAB READER

MENTIONS OF CRIME & ACCIDENT , OVERALL FLUFF & CRACK !

You’ve always considered yourself a good person—kind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your life—covering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldn’t.

﹙ 🦄 ﹚ ぃ ──── CAN'T YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BY YOURSELF?

LIKE PINK !

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GUARDIAN ANGEL ! SUNOO × CLUMSY ! AFAB READER

FANTASY & PURE FLUFF !

You’ve always believed you were cursed with the "unlucky girl syndrome." From tripping on flat surfaces to losing your keys every other day, it seemed like misfortune followed you everywhere. But was it really a curse, or just bad luck? You never quite figured it out. When a guardian angel was sent from above, you hoped your luck would finally turn around. Instead, you got Sunoo—a messy, clumsy, and utterly unhelpful angel who seemed more like a walking disaster than a divine helper. All you could think of was asking God for a refund, because with Sunoo around, your life was about to get a lot more chaotic… and maybe a little brighter, too.

﹙ 🔥 ﹚ ぃ ──── I KNOW A TRICK TOO!

SIZZLES OF HIM ᯾

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CLASSMATE ! JUNGWON × AFAB ! READER

FANTASY ELEMENTS , MAGICAL AU & SMUT !

There was always something about your quiet, mysterious classmate Jungwon that piqued your curiosity. You couldn't quite put your finger on it—until the day you accidentally peeked into his room and saw him hovering mid-air, surrounded by sparks of electricity. It all made sense then; he wasn't just your average student. Little did he know, you were hiding a secret of your own—one that mirrored his in more ways than one. Two forces of nature, each with powers as different as night and day, destined to collide. As they say, opposites attract, but in your case, they might just ignite.

﹙ 🍫 ﹚ ぃ ──── THIS MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT TRUST ME IT'S TRUE!

TIED UP IN YOU !

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PHONE GUY ! NIKI × STUDENT ! AFAB READER

CRACK & PURE FLUFF !

Niki was a good guy, no doubt about it. The only problem? He was your phone. How, exactly, did your phone transform into this strikingly handsome guy? It was baffling, frustrating, and, honestly, a bit overwhelming. Here you were, trying to navigate a world where your device had somehow become a charming, infuriatingly attractive human being. And to make matters worse, he was as stubborn and endearing as any person you'd ever met.

﹙ 🍒 ﹚ ぃ ──── THANK YOU FOR READING!

SENA’S NOTE— I’m not sure when I'll finish these seven fics, but I hope it’s soon. I’m unsure if anyone will be interested, but this was a preview of what’s coming.

[linnamonrolls0]

Hi I’m not sure if you write headcanon requests but I’ve one if you do, please? - Wearing Lin’s hoodies and solid white t-shirts (or any of his t-shirts (and clothes) for that matter of fact).

If you don’t write headcanons then that’s okay! Maybe this could be an imagine errr… one-shot??

*me realising how many of my Lin fics involve my main character somehow ending up in his clothes bc I definitely have a thing about this 💀🫠🥵* oops you just fuelled something here…

so, fuck yeah, let’s do this

the first time, it’s innocent. just Lin being his ever so sweet self on a sunset walk around his park, and lending you his hoodie when you feel a sudden shiver in the early evening cold.

smooth as anything, he pulls it over his head (and you try not to look as his t-shirt rides up a little, but hell, that teasing glimpse of smooth tan skin at his hip will feed into your fantasies for a while yet) and he offers you the hoodie, no questions asked.

when you slip into it, it’s far from a perfect fit - but it feels perfect only because it’s his.

the soft fleece envelopes you in his warmth and his clean, delicate scent still clings to the fabric - and suddenly the temperature outside no longer matters.

“better?” he teases, admiring how cute it is on you.

“better,” you affirm, glancing coyly up at him.

he catches you blushing and all he can do is smile, as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and drops a tender kiss to your forehead.

you never did return that hoodie to him. but Lin gets this cute, smug little smirk on his face when he sees you wearing it again, and he never asks for it back.

but later in your relationship, you end up crashing at his apartment more often than not, the two of you build a routine of falling asleep in a tangle of bare limbs and bedsheets - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

at some point you’d best save yourself the walk of shame and leave some spare clothes in his wardrobe instead of stealing all of his, but for now…

you locate your jeans on the floor of his bedroom and pair them with one of his white t-shirts, a supple cotton v-neck that he’d looked downright delicious in last night… before you’d gotten him out of it.

now there’s a memory…

his familiar scent and that enticing new cologne still linger on it and you never really knew it was possible to be so turned on just from wearing his clothes, but there’s something inherently sexy about it and perhaps that’s moreso his fault.

and apparently, it works both ways.

Lin glances up from his coffee as you emerge from his bedroom, and his pretty brown eyes darken when he notices.

they’re intense. lusting. hungry.

“is that mine?”

“sure is. you like?”

he doesn’t answer.

slowly sets his cup down on the table, bites his lip and rises to his feet.

he strides across the room to you, your gaze fixed on him all the way.

once he’s close enough, he slowly places a hand on your hip

he’s delicate, careful, and you feel the heat of his palm through the thin cotton…

until he roughly grabs the fabric in a fist, hooks a finger into the belt loop on your jeans to pull you another step towards him, and you place your palms flat against his bare chest as he gazes down at you, lips parted, pure heat and desire.

“keep it on,” he whispers, dipping his head to meet your waiting lips.

and so you do.

(this might’ve turned into a mini fic tho I’m so sorry 😅)

visual refs for his super soft hoodie & the white v-neck tee:

[viloxity]

ooooo you do yandere guilty gear stuff? Could you please make some headcanons for Ky? Thank you in advance!

Divine Love — Yan!Ky Kiske HC x Reader

A/N: finally had time to finish this—thanks for the request! been looking for an excuse to do yandere strive hehe. since there’s no general prompt I decided to wing my own idea—there was a lot on my mind so it stems away from HC into a mini-fic…oops? Anyway, hope you like it! feedback always appreciated. maybe sol or asuka next?

WC: 3.2k

- A prodigal swordsman in his youth, Ky Kiske was a polished gem that rose amongst the ranks in the Sacred Order of Holy Knights. His commitment to fighting alongside humanity to end the Crusades awarded him honor and nobility—he was a man who was recognized as a hero, a powerhouse that rivaled the Guilty Gear himself.

- Yet, no matter how much recognition he was given, that would never take away the burning images of horrifying expressions, unmoving bodies, and blood-soaked hands.

- The end of the Crusades was welcomed with open arms by humanity, and Ky Kiske could not help but consider society’s naivety. Their ‘peace’ was forged from mountains of corpses littering destroyed land, with some unable to be recovered. It was not only war that forged him, but war that shaped humanity, too.

- The joy, the celebrations that placed people like Ky at the frontier made him sick. As his name rung throughout the land of Illyria—thousands chanting his name to the heavens—Ky merely stared emptily.

- Then, the day he was crowned king, standing amongst his peers, he felt the knot around his heart trembling violently, as if the strings were snapping one by one.

- You are crowning a killer. You are crowning a killer that reaped more lives than could be remembered.

- The people Ky Kiske fought so hard to protect, the ones who he wanted to save so that they would never face a sorry fate that matched his mother’s, then threatened the life of him and his son.

- Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. Perhaps Ariels was right.

- It was on a whim that Ky, wrapped in ragged clothes and cloak, visited a small town in Illyria.

- His kingly life that adorned him with beautiful white coats and an egregious amount of riches came at a price of remembering civilization’s transgressions as well as his own. One day, those same nice white suits would be dyed red as he slayed more beings over and over and over and over—

- If the next war brewing came to fruition, would he remain the same?

- Where did he stand?

“Your suffering is not in vain—we hear you.”

Your words were soft-spoken as you handed a familiar woman a piece of bread and a bottle of water. She bowed as she took the food, tears welling her eyes.

“Bless you, bless you,” She repeated, hands clasped around yours.

“May all that is holy be with you in these trying times.”

The battles with Ariels was a reminder about war and its consequences. The fragments scattered just along the borders of Illyria suffered the most—which is where you exactly resided.

The capital is too engrossed in its affairs that happens within its imaginary wall that they never noticed how you and your people have suffered. To get help from them could take months, or years—that is why the Church acts in their stead instead.

And in their stead they shall, for they have already taken initiative in providing donations to the public in need.

Picking up another piece of bread, your eyes stray away from the others to a hooded figure standing a few feet away. As if they sensed you, cold, blue eyes match your gaze and you cannot help but shake slightly. They had been watching for awhile from a distance, yet they never moved towards the Church at all. It is with honest conviction that you stride forward with hands fully spread out to help those in need.

The blue eyes shake slightly, as if almost baffled by the action. They do not shift their gaze, and do not make a move for the bread.

You smile gently. “If you are in need of something, perhaps start with this?”

The person’s lips twitch and you can make out their nose scrunched from a little beyond the darkness veiling them. There was one beat, then two, before a voice finally graced your ears.

“I would like to ask a question.” The voice spoke, sounding gravely tired but of a sophisticated timbre that flowed through your ears like water.

You nodded encouragingly, hoping you successfully masked your surprise at the stranger’s sudden inquiry and manner of speech. Were you imagining the man’s formalities?

That didn’t matter, regardless.

“What value is there to life and certainty?”

You blinked, pondering for a few moments. A heavy question, indeed, but one that you were familiar with. After all, it had been contemplated so often that the answer came almost as second-nature to you.

“Life is an embodiment of various beings and things, encompassing the Divine One’s innovation and creativity. Life is infinite and therefore its value is inherently infinite as well.”

His eyes were fully entrenched onto yours, the beautiful blues reminding you of the vivid sky above the two of you.

“As for certainty… that is a question that will always be asked by us humans. Can I or can I not, or should I or should I not? Certainty can only be answered by beings whose beliefs are as rooted as the oldest trees that remain on earth.” You said, fingers gently curling and uncurling around the bread.

The man stared some more. You wished you could see his expression, to truly know the thoughts that plagued his mind and to reassure him of his doubts. He seemed troubled, so troubled, that your heart was aching.

“Beliefs… how does one root them?”

‘I’m lost and cannot find my way.’ Words, after all, never had one intended meaning.

“I cannot say whether there is an objective right way or not,” You said, eyes crinkling apologetically.

“But, do know this: salvation is paved by hope.”

“Hope?” The man repeated, wind swaying the hood of his cloak slightly to reveal beautiful blond hair.

You smiled knowingly, having once echoed that very same word. “Nothing can be done without hope.”

- it was after this encounter, perhaps, that sealed your fate.

- The hooded man quickly became acquainted with the Church where you resided, your eyes sweeping the room where it always eventually met the familiar torn material. For every prayer, recitation, and baptism he was in attendance and was seemingly engrossed in each activity.

- When you were in attendance, he would be present—whether you noticed or not.

That crawling feeling was back again. The one that made your spine tingle and welcomed a burst of cold wind that completely tempered your body’s homeostasis. It was after the Church’s weekly activity that you traced your uneasiness back to piercing bright ocean blues.

Your discomfort lingered as you made eye contact, yet you shrugged it off to be the nervousness from numerous gazes that buzzed around you. It ended up being a motivator to excuse yourself from the circle you were in to make strides towards the man that sat on one of the bench’s near the corner.

“Greetings,” You bowed, a small smile elevating your face at the man’s head perking up.

“Ah,” The man’s cloak shook, and your eyes noticed the gloved hands curling around the Rosary Beads.

“I am happy to see you becoming well-acquainted with us.” You nodded towards the Beads. “Has the difficulty of your journey towards belief alleviated at all?”

The man—regaining composure, you assumed, as he rubbed his thumb across one of the beads—hummed.

“It is clearer, but akin to observing a picture with an unfocused lens.” His voice was more lively than the last time—purposeful.

“If possible, I would like to learn more about faith.”

‘He is eager,’ you thought happily.

“Faith is one belief that concerns itself with following that of divine authority, such as the Divine One.” Your hand gestured towards the statue placed in the middle of the Church.

“It is a pledge to that which is holy to abide by One’s teachings. In having faith, one establishes trust with that which is greater.”

“Faith, then, is loyalty?” The man surmised.

“Correct. Loyalty is how we connect with divinity.”

The end of your teaching was followed by a few pastors requesting your presence. You quickly waved goodbye to the lonesome man, ignoring the sudden tenseness that swelled past your shoulders.

“Loyalty in following…” The man murmured, uncaringly burning his gaze into your backside.

Yes, the way your hair gently swayed as the wind blew and your sparkling smiles that enchanted his dark soul instilled a powerful sense that made his entire body tremble.

His legs shook and he willed himself not to bend his knees there and then as he greedily watched your rescinding silhouette.

- You received an invitation to visit the capital of Illyria on behalf of the Church at the request of an unspecified royal.

- The capital was big, beautiful, and bold—its inhabitants were nothing less than that.

- You, accompanied by a fellow male pastor, watched in awe from the carriage as you passed by various structures and villas.

- There would be initial greetings, then a grand party hosted by the Kings to celebrate another year of peace to the kingdom.

- Exiting the carriage and entering the palace was a different experience entirely—one that you could not fully describe

- As you continued to be enlightened, you eventually stumbled upon a blond man with bright blue eyes

Ah, wait, didn’t he look—

Catching your fellow company bowing from the corner of your eye, you quickly snapped your head down.

“My humble greetings to one of the Suns of Illyria,” Your companion—Peter—said, recovering swiftly.

There was a long, dreadful pause—an excruciating tremor passing through you at what you thought was the heat of the room. Your partner tapped your foot at the king’s silence.

“My humble greetings—and apologies—to one of the Suns of Illyria.” You were silently praying the noble in front of you did not pay attention to your lapse in formality.

“It is so wonderful to see you.” The king’s response came so quickly at the end of your words you couldn’t help but peek from underneath your eyelashes.

To say that Ky Kiske was simply a ‘Sun of Illyria’ was an understatement. The illumination of the room you were standing in was not of the photons transcending beyond the glass panels but of King Kiske’s exuberant smile. His golden hair reminded you of the daisies and sunflowers that lined the gates of Illyria and his blue eyes reflected the sky itself. The king’s posture, so upright and composed, rivaled that of the still lakes which oversee a multitude of beings underneath its tranquil waters.

Still, his smile did little to cease the burning stare into your body. And did little to quell your agitation.

King Kiske tilted his head. “What have you been up to since arriving?”

“Just—touring,” You meekly replied. A flash of pain pouring out of your head made you avert your gaze away from eyes seemingly tracking your every movement.

The king’s actions made you feel nervous, yet nervous over what? You silently prayed for strength, something that used to come easily to you under the roof your home’s Church.

“The agriculture and architect of Illyria is astounding.” Peter added, posturing in front of you to block his gaze.

The downturn of the king’s smile into a still-expression was immediate. It was almost as if he was just now registering the extra body beside you.

“I don’t recall asking for your input.” King Kiske’s voice was teetering beyond his collected tone, just enough for you to catch Peter flinch in front of you.

The king ran a quick hand through his hair, an expression you couldn’t quite catch now masked under an eerie coolness. Warning chimes rung through your mind as you gripped Peter’s hand tightly.

“Forgive us for the indecency but we must get going.” You said, already stringing along your companion. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“Let us cross paths again soon.” You did not bother to look back, fearing you might get even more sickly over that saccharine smile.

Once out of sight, you let out a shaky breath you did not even know you were holding.

- You both traveled around for a while before the party, killing time and distracting yourselves from admitting that conversation ever happened in the first place.

- There was a sinking feeling, one that started from the surface but was melting all the way down to your gut.

- It was a feeling you strongly despised, one that you did not experience even as individuals reprimanded you for not giving enough food or losing your loved ones to Gears.

- When it came time for the party, it was nearly ten times more grand than you could have expected it to be

- The vitality encompassing the gala simmered your experience earlier but did not quite eliminate it.

- At Peter’s request, you both separated—wandering the room so that you may see everything.

- You were distracted, to the point where you did not notice the blond male slowly trailing behind you, even with the crowd he carried with him.

- When it came time to reunite with Peter, you spent quite the amount of time looking for him

- He, too, was looking around, yet he was nowhere to be seen.

- With the crowds seeming ever larger and your breaths drawing shorter, you stepped out into the palace’s garden.

The flowers, illuminated under the translucent moon’s gaze, looked even more invigorated than they were under the sun.

…The sun. The mere thought of it made you feel perturbed. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch, a lingering feeling that drifted far out of your reach. An irremediable state of mind.

On nights where you felt the most… unlike yourself, you snuck back into the church. A small sin, perhaps, but praying under the statue was all you could do to relieve your conscious. Others felt the same, too, as you united from time to time with fellow pastors—a shared faith between you all.

Under the crescent moon in Illyria’s palace garden, there was no statue to turn to. But, when you find Peter then you cou—

A sharp shriek filled the air, startling you off a fountain’s marble perch you were previously sitting on. As the screams echoed, their tone was tinged with a familiarity that you used to find complacency in.

Within seconds you were running, towards thick bushes in the center of the garden that resembled border walls. Navigating through various greenery kept your mind occupied as you continuously prayed the shrieking was of your imagination.

The next shrill cry sounded fainter, and this time you knew it was real.

Reaching the center, your heart sunk at familiar white robes tinged with a dark, crimson substance. The man on the floor was trying desperately to breathe, clutching his neck as more crimson drew out. Your gasp of air as you sucked in a heavy breath felt like an insult as his eyes met yours.

“Peter!” You cried out, hand reaching for him.

Desperately, his hand reached for yours, shaking wildly as his fingers sprawled out. Although fear and panic painted his features, a small sliver of relief reflected in his irises.

A small shuffle of movement from beyond the shadows made you realize you two were not fully alone, the cries welling in your throat propagating a moment too late as a sword plunged straight through Peter’s chest.

The Thunderseal, one of the eight Sacred Treasures that burned away Gears in droves on the battlefield, had splatters of blood between its white and blues. The faint sparks that emitted around the blade as it slowly pulled out of the sunken man’s chest was subservient in the elimination of its foes. In truth, the one wielding the Thunderseal is the epitome of the ‘storm’ itself—the on bringer of destruction and endless ferocity.

Encased in cloudy blue orbs was an eerie coolness; a stillness that acted as a facade for the raging tide that plagued his mind. No longer was a ‘human’ in front of you, but perhaps the true form of the man who performed the role of a king.

“With this blade I have torn lives apart; too many, in fact, that each name and face are fleeting memories unveiled only when I dream,” Ky Kiske said, gloved hand raising the Thunderseal.

Its brilliance danced under the light yet looked dimmer around the parts covered by crimson. You wanted to look away, to pretend its history was not there, but that would never take away the tragedy it brought.

“I had a purpose for fighting but it withered to the point it was unrecognizable.”

For a moment, Ky stared at his hand, gaze longing for something he could not quite grasp.

You took a step back. There was something very, very wrong with your interaction back then and you wished you left. Not only for your sake, but for Peter. The regret and fear pooling your stomach made you want to vomit but perhaps there was a chance you could still escape this. With enough faith—

Ky smiled. “I like the look in your eyes.”

“Yes, it was you who gave me meaning.” He continued, legs slightly bending.

“It wasn’t Kliff, who gave me the Thunderseal, or Sol, who I’ve fight alongside all these years… but you.

“You gave me hope.”

Your eyes widened. “No—you?”

It made a lot more sense now, the small familiarities that were piling up. The similarities the two shared… it was all connected to the same person. But, back then, he was timid; someone who exuded strength but no reason to wield it. He changed so quickly that he…?

“This is absurd! After everything I’ve taught you, this was your answer?” You cried, finger pointing at him.

“Committing murder—that’s the biggest sin of all!”

“He got too close to you,” Ky snarled, “He turned from a nuisance to a parasite so I got rid of him. The mere idea of him being so close to you…”

He drew a shaky breath, running a hand through his slightly ragged hair. Ky resumed his kneeling position a few feet in front of you, and despite being farther, you felt like he would chase you with as much ease as walking.

“The day I met you, I pledged myself to you. You are the presence I have been looking for all this time, the taste of holiness that will cleanse me of not evil, but emptiness.”

“My Goddess,” He whispered.

Ky smiled—the genuine kind—a type of smile he thought he could no longer do.

His sword plunged into the ground, the sharp scraping and clattering stronger than when he pierced Peter’s chest.

“All I ask is to be your only knight and loyal follower.”

Ky raised his head and you could see the faint blush tinging his cheeks and turbulence swirling within his eyes.

“You’re too far gone…” You murmured quietly, heart held against your chest in an attempt to still its frantic beating.

“I could never agree to something like this, especially with words bespoken from that of such a monstrosity such as you.”

His entire body flinched and he was standing upright within a flash.

“Is there more competition? Is that it?” Ky asked, ocean blue eyes widened. There was a slight quiver in his voice and visible shaking surrounding his body, as if a loved one passed away.

Ky gripped his scabbard after a minute and the trembling vanished.

“…That is reasonable. I must prove my worth to Her Holiness.”

He flung the blood still encased around his blade, clots of red scattering on the ground.

“Shall I show you why they call me lightning?”

[lauronk]

it’s happening again i can feel it

starting a fic with a simple idea in mind, and now i’m 2.5k words in and it’s taking a left turn and idk where it’s going but there’s gonna be feels and also maybe a mini-crossover/nod to another game i love

idk when it’ll be out but i feel like it’s gonna be another “oops this got out of control” fic like plant fic did

[johaerys-writes]

I love disasters!AU so so so sooooo much. It added ten more years to my life expectancy. I wish to see your writings forever, if possible.

Anyway, I have a question! How old are Patroclus and Achilles in 2024, roughly? I assumed they'd be in their late 30s or early 40s by now, and wanted to make sure.

And do you have any hcs about them in their 20s, 30s and 40s that you don't mind sharing? Like, are they still together? I goddamn hope they are. What do they do for a living? What are their relationships with their parents and friends? Any hc would be sooo welcome! Have a nice day!

First of all, I love you for sending this ask dear anon 🫶 Any opportunity to talk about my favourite boys adds ten years to my lifespan LOL don't mind if I do

So the age question is kind of tricky because you're a walking disaster and yet- isn't set during a specific time period. Like the Phthia years have a 90s vibe, and the Athens years have a late 90s-early/00s vibe, but I never really had a specific year in mind. It's just vibes mostly lol. But like, assuming we start in the 90s, then I think in 2024 they'd be late 30s, early 40s. And of COURSE they're together, haha. I honestly don't see these two separating at all in that AU, not even as a joke. They're each other’s ride or die and I'm not saying it's exactly healthy (oops 🤣🫣), but I highlyyyy doubt either Achilles or Pat would even consider the possibility of taking a break.

As far as jobs and studies go, Achilles finishes his Architecture major in Athens, then probably does an internship in an architectural firm while Patroclus works part time as an usher in a small theatre and also as a theatre production assistant whenever the opportunity arises, helping making props and procuring materials and generally just running errands for the crew and the director lol. Then they move abroad for Achilles to do a masters degree (in their mid/late 20s?), I was thinking probably Italy, and Patroclus of course follows him. After a bunch of coaxing and convincing, Patroclus accepts Peleus' offer to pay for his studies as well, so the two of them spend a couple really lovely years just studying and travelling Italy and seeing all the sights and eating ALL the food and gelatto etc, and generally having the best of times. And then eventually they come back to Athens where Achilles opens up his own architectural firm (with daddy's help ofc), and Patroclus does his PhD in dramaturgy and starts teaching shortly after (hot professor Pat PLS 😩🤲)

As for the relationship with their parents and friends: they both have a really good relationship with Peleus, better than they did when they were younger. Turns out now that they're older Peleus is great for taking them to expensive restaurants and teaching them about wine and stuff, or taking them on boatrides (with his divorce mini yacht LMAO). Thetis is also in Athens and Achilles does see her often, most times on his own, sometimes with Patroclus. Pat and Thetis are not besties by any means but they get along for the most part. But I still don't think Pat ever truly warms up to her tbh, and Achilles doesn’t push it.

They still often go to Phthia for the holidays so they see Ajax & co, Menelaus and Agamemnon both stayed in Phthia as well so they see them too. Odysseus returns from time to time but they lose contact with him after several years. Dio and Briseis do actually get back together after college for a couple of years, but it just doesn't work out unfortunately, much to Diomedes' disappointment 😅

So yes Achilles and Pat are definitely together by the time they're 40, definitely living together, definitely have amassed an army of dogs at this point haha. Like shortly after the main fic ends they get another dog, and by the time Laika sadly passes away, they already have at least a couple more. And it just snow balls from there. Eventually they move into a bigger place with a yard somewhere in the northern suburbs of Athens, and they just have their cosy little life with their dogs and their vast collection of books, and it's just really really nice for them :')

[dekalko-mania]

Made this into a full fledged twitter fic oop. For context:

datsdash- dash

goldengirl- star

pauliepocket- paulina

kwakwakkwan- kwan

sadmidwesterner - wes

big nate- nathan

tiffie- tiffany 

jedimikey- mikey

girlinred- valerie

daleybugle- dale

kyleyjenner- kyle

ishedeadorsleeping- unknown

and some generic ones. enjoy ! :))

TLDR: Amity Park has unhinged tweets and questionable fan accounts. Outsider POV.

@ishedeadorsleeping

New account created. Reply below to welcome me to Twitter!

-@caspersuckss

Is this another one of those Casper accounts? Let it go guys, no one gives a shit about your ‘ghost’ bs

-@KwakKwakKwan

It isn’t ‘bs’ man, we were literally sucked into a whole other dimension last year, how did you not notice

-@caspersuckss

Cause it never happened, you’re probably just trying to stay relevant cause your team sucks ass

-@KwakKwakKwan

Says the guy making a whole account dedicated to hating on us, get a life dude

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@ishedeadorsleeping

Probably should’ve said this earlier, but this account is for Casper High only. If you’re reading this and you’re from Elmerton High, don’t. Go away. No one likes you.

(150 likes, 50 retweets)

-@goldengirl

I see an Elmerton kid and I call the CDC

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@datsdash

I’m all for @ishedeadorsleeping hating on Elmerton, but why the hell is their profile pic a picture of fenturd asleep in the basketball hoop during gym

-@KwakKwakKwan

Their banner is just a bunch of mini sleeping fenton collages, disturbed but intrigued

-@pauliepocket

How the hell does Fenton have a fanpage before I do, has everyone gone crazy?

-@goldengirl

Ok but has anyone noticed how long his eyelashes are? Someone find me his lash tech

-@bignate

it probably has something to do with his parents’ sentient ectoplasm getting into his brain and mutating him

-@goldengirl

👀 product launch ?? @officialfentonworks

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@datsdash

For everyone wondering yes i put danny in there it was me all me

(Image attached: patrick with the acrylics meme)

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@ishedeadorsleeping

I’ve gotten like fifty confused dms so ig I have to clear the air. This account is for Danny Fenton sleeping content only. Rating system from 1-10, feel free to send submissions. Reason for creating: I’m bored.

-@goldengirl

Following this account feels questionable

-@tiffie

You were literally one of the first to follow?

-@goldengirl

I said it was questionable, not that I wasn’t following 🙄

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@ishedeadorsleeping   

Behold first pic of specimen in his natural habitat. Scientific name: the fentons’ spawn. Commonly called: Danny. Negative points for moist desk. Bonus points for dedication. It took Lancer five tries to wake him up. Total score: 8/10.

(Image attached: Danny splayed over his desk. His arms are dangling off the sides, and there’s a puddle of drool beside his mouth. His expression is unflattering, caught mid snore. Lancer is standing over him, unimpressed)

-@tiffie  

Disagree, score should be 6/10. Reason: gross

-@KwakKwakKwan

Drooling Danny looks like he chews on tinfoil

-@goldengirl

Thank you drooling danny for reminding me why im gay 💞⭐

-@pauliepocket

Drooling danny is an ally 💅🏻

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@pauliepocket

Who else thinks @ishedeadorsleeping is secretly @sadmidwesterner 

(300 likes)

-@sadmidwesterner

Why is everyone @ing me??? This is slander !!!

-@KwakKwakKwan 

I mean who else is obsessed with fenton and carries around a camera with a six foot tripod

-@sadmidwesterner

I’m not obsessed with fenton, im obsessed with the TRUTH

-@daleybugle

Hey i think this is for you @unhingedwestweets

-@sadmidwesterner

Who is making all these accounts!????!! I will SUE you hear me? SUE!

-@goldengirl

Ok nevel

-@sadmidwesterner

laugh it up but just know nevel is a young entrepreneur with a very successful haberdashery business and i will not let his name be smeared

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@ishedeadorsleeping  

Saw this on the way to class. Thought it was just a really big rock, but on closer inspection saw it was Danny. Headfirst in a pile of snow. 6/10 for hypothermia. Thoughts?

(Attached image: Danny with his head stuffed into a pile of snow. Looks like a sleeping dodo bird.)

-@JediMikey 

Um shouldn’t you have woken him up? That looks kind of … dangerous

-@ishedeadorsleeping

He seemed cozy 🥰

-@KwakKwakKwan

Is that blood on his sleeve????

-@ishedeadorsleeping

Its not his i checked

-@KwakKwakKwan

Oh good i was getting worried there !

-@casperhighhater 

Do you people even hear yourselves ????

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@goldengirl

You know, I used to think Danny was a loser for sleeping everywhere but honestly im a junior now and i get it

-@daleybugle

He knew the secret to life all along

-@datsdash

I for one still think hes a mole man but lie to yourselves ig

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@ishedeadorsleeping   

This just in, Drooling Danny has been spotted at Amity Park Pride. Eyewitnesses say he may be the next Babadook. I am the eyewitness. 10/10 for being an lgbt icon.

(Quoted retweet: original post below)

@goldengirl  

Hot girls carry life-sized cardboard cutouts of drooling danny. Hot girls being me and @pauliepocket 😘

(Image attached: Star and Paulina posing beside a three foot tall cutout of Drooling Danny’s head attached to a tiny body. The crowd around them is going wild.)

-@daleybugle

You guys did Danny dirty, wdym life sized 💀

-@ishedeadorsleeping 

This post has been up for less than an hour and someone already changed his wiki bio to three feet tall

-@datsdash

It was me im the star

-@JediMikey

Since when has danny had a wiki page ??

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@datsdash

Did anyone else notice how freaked out phantom looked when he saw the cutout? @goldengirl @pauliepocket You're scaring away the bitches !!!!

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@JediMikey

Dash has a crush on phantom???? Since when????

-@datsdash

He was my bi awakening where the hell have you been

-@JediMikey 

But…if you’re bi then why do you always make fun of me

-@datsdash

I don’t make fun of you cause you’re gay, I make fun of you cause you’re a loser and you smell like blue cheese

-@JediMikey

oh.

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@KwakKwakKwan

Im confused why is everyone saying danny is three feet tall, he’s literally almost his dad’s height now

-@goldengirl

No he’s three feet i measured him myself

-@pauliepocket

I can confirm I was the ruler

-@KwakKwakKwan

??????

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@bignate

Why is mikey walking around with a string of evergreen air fresheners around his neck

-@daleybugle

-@JediMikey

Id rather not talk about it

Dash said he smells like blue cheese

-@bignate

Well i happen to think he smells very nice

-@JediMikey

:)

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@officialphanclub

Join us everyone for our weekly phantom manifestation circle. Meeting starts at 6 today and will be held in the auditorium. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

-@datsdash

🧿🧿🧿🧿

-@JediMikey

Aren’t you guys basically conducting a summoning?

-@officialphanclub

For legal reasons please refer to it as a ✨ manifestation circle ✨

-@KwakKwakKwan

Not to be a downer, but what if you accidentally summon something else? The auditorium is like the only part of the school that’s not haunted

-@pauliepocket

Sounds like a problem for the theater kids 🤷🏽

-@KwakKwakKwan

Poor them

-@pauliepocket

They can literally survive a nuclear war

-@KwakKwakKwan

Not the theater kids, the ghost. They’re doing wicked this year

-@pauliepocket

Oh no

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@bignate

Please for the love of god make it stop !!!!

(Attached video: theater kids climbing the cafeteria tables and performing Wicked’s “Popular.” Everyone around them is doubled over covering their ears. Mikey is heard crying in the background.)

-@JediMikey

Someone pirouetted and knocked me unconscious. I’m tweeting this from the emergency room help me

-@genericnerd

(Attached image: meme of the fish from spongebob on his knees throwing his fist in the air)

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@KwakKwakKwan

Hey uh is anyone else kinda worried that danny might not be too happy when he finds @ishedeadorsleeping’s account ???

-@goldengirl

Neither him or his loser friends have any social media, i highly doubt he’ll see anything

-@KwakKwakKwan

maybe…..

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@ishedeadorsleeping  

It has come to my attention that some of you are concerned Danny may not approve of this account. Don’t worry, he will never know. Anyway, enjoy this 10/10 shot of him sleeping in the middle of @officialphanclub’s summoning circle.

-@KwakKwakKwan

Oh thats a relief, thanks a lot man

-@casperhighhater

!!!! @amityparkunhingedtweets

-@sadmidwesterner

He appeared when you guys were trying to summon phantom!? Wake up people!! HES A GHOST

-@pauliepocket

No hes not hes an aries

-@sadmidwesterner

What does that have to do with him getting summoned????

-@goldengirl

Dont even try paulie, he wouldnt get it 🙄

-@sadmidwesterner

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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@KyleyJenner

Hey guys pls be careful with my brother, hes very fragile and recovering from hemorrhoids

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@KyleyJenner

(This account has been temporarily suspended and is under review)

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@ishedeadorsleeping  

First submission everyone!! 10/10 for composition, lighting, and overall sleep quality. Impressive straight 90 degree angle on that locker!

(Attached image: Taken from the side. Danny on the floor with his back against the lockers. Head is slumped down but looks very comfortable. Weird shadow in the background.)

-@genericcheerleader

ik hes a dork but hear me out-

-@tiffie

This is my version of asmr

-@KwakKwakKwan

Yes officer this man right here @unhingedwestweets

-@sadmidwesterner

What did i do now??

-@KwakKwakKwan

Dude. You’re literally standing there in the background holding some holy water.

-@sadmidwesterner

That could be anyone!! And it could just be regular water !!

-@KwakKwakKwan

(Image attached: zoomed in and higher resolution photo clearly showing Wes is the one in the back. He’s holding a water bottle marked HOLY WATER.)

-@sadmidwesterner

….ive changed

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@girlinred

What the fuck ? @ishedeadorsleeping

-@KwakKwakKwan

!!!!!! @goldengirl

@goldengirl

Oh shit i forgot he has non-loser friends too

[archersxartxblog]

Master post

I'm at home sick, (just a cold) so I figured to get this chapter done ^^

I'm really glad people are enjoying this little au of mine. a lot of the comments I've been getting on AO3 have been very sweet ^^

we've still got a little bit too go, before work on the next fics in the series can begin.

anyway next chapter, we've off to the first lake.

Chapter 23

They stopped moving once they were well out of the human settlement. Breathing hard as they hide behind a large rock formation.

That had worked out better than he thought it would.

"That was reckless, you know." The other Zoroark hissed, looking back at him. "You're lucky Zisu caught on to your little plan, or Emmet would have been down one pokemon." She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. "And after that little stunt, he and his pack will need all the help they can get. The Commander is probably going to come at them full force."

"As if. I doubt he could even get past your human with how Mama Ursaluna she is with the twins." Zoroark cackled at the thought. "Let alone be able to stand against my human. And don't get me started on the Warden and his mini Warden."

The female sighed and shook her head. "Don't Get Cocky, you don't know the commander." She then turned away from them, back towards the village. "I have to get back to Zisu. You should get back to your human as well."

Zoroark watched as she dashed off, snorting at the warning as he turned towards the two Zorua.

"Did we do good brother?" Blue asked, gold eyes looking up at him. 

"We did just as you said." Red backed up their sibling. "That human was so scared."

"Very scared!"

"You promised that if we did good we'd get to meet your humans"

“Yes. Take us to the humans.”

Zoroark grinned, closing his eyes and rubbing at his chin, pretending to be in thought. "I did say that, didn’t I? Hm…I don’t know. Your illusions weren’t exactly spot on.” he snickered as the two Zorua howled in protest at this.

“Not fair, Not fair!”

“Big Brother is being mean!”

“How are we supposed to get our illusions right if we’ve never seen the humans before?”

“We did them just the way you showed us!”

“Sorry, but those are the breaks kids” Zoroark shrugged as he continued to tease his young siblings. “Blue you were supposed to be the mini warden, and he doesn’t smile.”

“Oh yeah, Oops.”

“And Red you were supposed to be my Emmet, and he sneezes like a Glameow. I’m pretty sure the whole village heard you.”

“But it was dusty”

“And both of you had your tails hanging out at one point or another.”

To this, both the Zorua lowered their heads in embarrassment and this only made the older fox want to laugh louder.

It was funny, they were probably the only members of his old pack interested in humans, and they had actively searched for him when word had gotten out that he had been hanging around humans. 

They had pestered him none stop wanting to hear all about his Emmet and his new pack, and if Zoroark was being honest he might have hyped them up a bit. But he felt that if there was anything worth hyping up it was Emmet and his new pack.

The two kind of reminded him of the twins in a way.

Looking back at his siblings he chuckled and placed a paw on the tuff of each of their heads. “But you two still did well, that Human alpha will probably think twice before messing with my pack again. So how about a rain check on that meeting, hm?” he gestured toward the bleeding sky with his head. “Maybe when the sky is back to normal.” 

The two Zorua exchanged looks, glancing toward the sky themselves before nodding. “Okay. but you have to promise.”

“I promise, now get back to the pack before they start freaking out.” Zoroark nodded, standing up straight. “I have to go find my human before he thinks I abandon him or something.” Sinnoh, Emmet must have noticed he was gone by now, the poor pup’s probably freaking out.

With that, the two took off back toward the Icelands and Zoroark ran back toward the Highlands with the hope of finding some clue as to where the Warden and the twins were. With any luck, they had left the tent for somewhere safe.

He had heard the Mini Warden freak out when the sky had gone red, so there was no doubt that they already knew there was a problem.

Really, Zoroark hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. he’d popped out of his Pokeball for a spot of hunting. maybe get a nice Stantler for the Warden to cook over a fire, the pups could always use a bit more meat on their bones so they didn’t end up as skinny as their dad.

But then the Sky had gone red and he had received a message from someone that he just couldn’t ignore. 

It was hard to believe that the Alpha of the Galaxy Humans had planned on going after his humans, but Zoroark had witnessed it for himself. For some reason, that was beyond Zoroark, the Human Alpha thought that Sneasler’s Warden and his pack were responsible for the sky turning red. Even banished a member of his pack based on what Zoroark had seen earlier.

Some Humans would never learn it seems.

But Zoroark had made sure that Alpha had paid the price.

And it had been easy too.

the man basically had his worse fears at the forefront of his mind at all times. At least when he use to hunt Sneasler’s Warden he had to dig a bit. No, this guy had handed him a weapon to use against him.

But now that the threat had been taken care of, for now at least, he needed to get back to Emmet.

He just hoped the boy wouldn’t be too upset with him for taking off like that.

Maybe he’d hunt something good as an apology for making him worry.

—-

“The Space-time rift is said to be a portal to innumerable other dimensions… In one such realm, far and further still from ours, dwells Almighty Sinnoh.” The woman in black stated as she and Akari made their way into her tent, Volo having left a while ago to try and gather information on what Kamado had planned with the Warden and the twins, leaving the two alone.

“Almighty Sinnoh? Like the one from the Pearl clan or the Diamond clan?” Akari asked as she ducked through the opening, taking a moment to admire the interior of Cogita’s tent.

“The expanse from antiquity to eternity and the expanse to all sides, above and below…time traces the path we tread from here and now into the future… while space yawns all-encomassingly, surrounds us in every direction.” the woman nodded, stopping in front of the large bed, and turning to face her with a soft smile. “You see, it don’t you? The two together, time and space, comprise all creation-the universe. How can one claim that either is greater than the other, as those two clans do?”

“Well yeah, they’re inseparable.” Akari nodded smiling sadly. “Kind of like my friends. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one without the other.” Arceus she hoped Kamado was not so cruel as to forcefully separate those two.

“Ah, yes. The two unovan boys belonging to the time-lost warden of the Pearl clan you mentioned. Twins, correct?” Cogita smiled when the teen nodded. “Yes, I believe they would know a thing or two about not putting one force being greater than the other.” the woman gave a soft chuckle before continuing. “But then again, maybe the truth is clearer to wanderers like yourself and them-ones whom have known other ages.”

“Wait, You know about-”

“Now listen, Lost one.” Cogita cut her off before she could ask anything else. “Here is what you must do. Hisui holds three lakes of great importance-Lake Verity, Lake Valor and Lake Acuity. At each dwells a Pokemon said to embody one aspect of the mind. Complete the trials each one will set you, and bare their gifts to the Shrouded Ruins. There you may receive the Red chain. With it, perhaps you can the worlds together.”

“The…Red Chain?” a shiver ran up the teen’s spine at the mention of that particular item, memories of a few years ago of her encounter with team Galatic, and their boss’s plan to create a whole new world. But she quickly shook that off in favour of the other half of what the Woman had said. “Wait, you said it would bind the world? So, you mean it won’t close the rift?” she had thought that was the whole point of this mission, to fix the sky and close the rift to keep anything else from coming through.

“Sadly, I know the old words and what they bid us do. How true they are isn’t mine to know. But regardless of their truth, I am bound to pass them on.” Cogita shook her head with a sigh, so she didn’t know how the Red chain fit into all this either, just that this was what they needed to do. “How callous of my ancestors-to leave their legends to their children without a single thought to the hardship it would cause them. But…here we are.” she looked back at Akari, her head slightly tilted. “You know your duty, and you’ll do it. Won’t you?”

As if she had much of a choice. If she ever wanted to provide her innocence and free her Uncle and his sons, she had to go through with this plan. Wasn’t like any of them could go home if the world ended, in the past. “Of course. Not like I can do much else.”

To this Cogita smiled down at her, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “There is  Nobility in knowing what must be done and seeing to it.”

“Bra!” 

All eyes looked towards the door of the tent, upon hearing the sound of a pokemon cry just outside.

“What was that cry? Have we now a lost Pokemon as well as a lost child?” Cogita questioned before looking back at Akari. “Do see to it, Please.”

With a slight shrug, Akari exited the tent, and there in the doorway, floating only a few feet from the ground was a little Abra holding a folded piece of paper in its claws. Slowly, the normally sleeping pokemon looked up at her, holding out the paper for her to take, teleporting toward Miss Cogita’s workbench once she had it in hand.

Confused, Akari opened the letter, reading it over carefully.

“Akari

If you are reading this, then that means you have found somewhere safe and that Abra was able to locate you.

I have ensured that you will have all that you need, should you require any of your pokemon from the pastures then Abra will simply teleport them to you as you need. 

Focus on the task at hand, and don’t die.

-Captain Cyllene”

Looking up from the paper, Akari quickly looked back at the Abra and then back at the letter. A small smile slowly crept across her face.

So this was Captain Cyllene’s Abra?

Maybe, She could do this after all.

“Hello, Hello! I see we have an Abra joining us! Where did you teleport in from little fellow?” looking toward the entrance Akari was able to spot Volo walking back through the entrance of the retreat, a big smile on his face as he looked toward the Abra, then back at Akari. “Was it holding that letter then? Good tidings I hope!”

Akari smiled, nodding. “Yeah, looks like the Galaxy team hasn’t completely abandoned me.” 

“Good!” the merchant grinned, coming to a stop in front of her. “So, did Mistress Cogita tell you what the plan is.”

“Hm.” the teen nodded once more, folding up the letter from the captain and putting it in her satchel. “We’re to visit the three lakes, get the gifts from the guardians, and forge the Red Chain.”

“Hm, doesn’t sound like a very easy task-that’s for sure,” the Merchant hummed, pressing his finger to his chin in thought. “It sure would be wonderful to have a kind soul who might help us out…” the thoughtful look slowly transformed into a sneaky grin, one that if Akari didn’t know the merchant as well as she did she might have thought it suspicious. “Good thing I found us some!” Volo threw his hand out towards the entrance to the retreat. “Look who I found wandering the Highlands!”

“Wha-”

Akari could only watch as people started to enter the ancient retreat.

At first, it was just Lord Adamad and Lady Irida, which was already surprising enough. After being rejected by both Lian and Mai, Akari had feared that the clans too had abandoned her if only to avoid war with the Galaxy team. But for both clan leaders to be here meant that she was wrong in her assessment. 

“Quite the opportunist, aren’t you, Volo? Such a consummate guild merchant.” Irida huffed as she stepped through the threshold, shaking her head. “Luckily we were already planning on helping Akari out, anyway.”

“I’ve managed to reassure my people for now. The wardens are keeping a close eye on their nobles, too. Seems all’s quiet for the moment. And so…here we are!” Adaman added hands on his hips. “But still…we’ll never get away with openly aiding you.”

“Despite the many…slights…the commander has made toward my clan, if we undermine the commander’s direct orders, revelations would grow…strained. Prephase more so than they already are.” Irida hissed, her words bitter and for good reason, Akari could only imagine what kind of position the Pearl clan leader was in right now.

“Long Story short: we want to help but without drawing attention, so it’ll just be one of us. Me or her-it’s up to you. Though the answer should be obvious.” the Diamond clan leader explained, crossing his arms and giving her a slight smile.

Akari looked at the two leaders in awe, they were really going to help her. They were willing to go against the commander’s orders, if sneakily, just to help her. But…

She looked over to Irida, she couldn’t possibly choose the leader of the Pearl clan. The young woman was already under enough pressure, and with Ingo and the twins currently jailed by the commander, things could be disastrous if Irida was caught helping her. She couldn’t risk her Uncle’s life like that.

“I-I guess I have to choose-”

“Wait!”

Akari stopped herself midsentence to look over at Irida, as the Pearl clan leader called for her attention. 

“Before you pick, please allow me a chance to do as you have done with our honoured nobles and quell your worries.” the young woman in pink stepped aside, giving Akari a gentle smile. “Adaman and I found them in the Highlands, they were quite worried about you when they heard of your banishment.”

The teen looked from the Pearl clan leader to the entrance of the retreat, only now realizing she could hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Akari!”

“Akari, Akari.”

She wasn’t sure which one of them reached her first, only that they had run into her hard enough to force her to take half a step back to not to fall over. But when the second one tackled her, all three of them tumbled to the ground.

“Akari! Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he? Lady Irida told us you were banished because the Commander guy thought you turned the sky red! But-but that’s not possible! There’s no way to prove you even have that kind of power! It doesn’t make sense!” Lil Ingo rambled on, words shooting out of his mouth so fast that Akari worried that he might start going blue in the face. his pitch continuing to go up with every word that it was starting to make her ears hurt. But at the same time, she was worried that Emmet was trying to snap her in half, with the tight grip he had on her waist, perhaps a strange kind of punishment for upsetting his twin.

Her mind was moving in slow-motion, refusing to accept what was in front of her. Constantly telling her that this was nothing more than a dream, that a pokemon had put her to sleep not long after she'd been kicked from the village. 

That or she was completely losing her mind.

After all, what were the chances of Volo finding her and bringing her to the one person who knew the solution? 

What were the chances of Adaman and Irida coming to aid her and risk war with The Galaxy team? 

And what were the chances of Irida finding the twins in the highlands, when Akari herself had seen them be dragged away by Kamado’s men?

She knew this had all been too good to be true.

"Akari?" She looked at Lil Ingo, the boy looking back at her with worry. His face still carried the same bruises that it had the last time she saw him, though his hair stuck up at odd angles like he had been rushed out of bed. "It's okay, Akari. You don't have to do this alone, this time."

"Don't cry Akari." She could barely hear Emmet's as he spoke into her shoulder.

She was happy to see them, safe and sound, free of whatever cage Kamado had them in. She didn't want this to end, didn't want to wake up alone in the Feildlands again with only Shinx to pity her.

But she had to… 

If she continued to dream then the twins and their father would be trapped, never able to return home, and she would never be able to fix the sky.

Maybe…maybe she could use the plan from this dream, maybe Arceus was trying to show her something.

She squeezed her eyes shut and hugged the twins tightly, trying to will herself to wake up. "Don't worry, I'll get you guys out." She muttered as she fought back more tears.

"Akari?"

She didn't dare open her eyes to see which one was speaking. She couldn't risk being pulled any deeper into the dream.

"Miss Akari."

A new voice joined in, deep and rumbling. Akari had to fight to keep from letting out a gross sob at the sound of her uncle's voice, yet still, she refused to open her eyes. Not wanting to see what cruel image her mind might have conjured up.

"No…this isn't real." She whispered, curling in on the twins. 

"Miss Akari…is real, I promise you." the voice spoke once again, closer, softer, she could picture the old warden kneeling behind her. “I assure you, this is all real. What would ever make you think it isn’t?”

Still, she refused to open her eyes. why couldn’t see she just wake up? 

Akari shook her head, “Because I saw you.” she whimpered. “The three of you, they had you in chains. They led you away.”

A hand came down and rested on her shoulder, the pressure and weight enough to cause the teen to open her eyes and look at the man kneeling in front of her. His slightly glowing silver eyes stared worryingly into hers. “Akari, while I am sure you saw something, I can assure you that it was not us. We have been at the Fable Springs since very early this morning, trying to set up a station.” The Warden reached out with his other hand and ran his calloused thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears and brushing the hair out of her face. 

Finally, her brain started to kick in, and the haze started to lift, as she started to take in all the little details that her mind refused to take in a few minutes before. 

The roughness of her Uncle’s hands from years in the mountains.

The Weight of the twins sitting on her.

The scratchiness of Emmet’s uneven hair pressed against the side of her neck.

The feeling of the plush Pearl clan tunic under her hand.

The feeling of the cold ground and the stiffness in her legs from being pinned there for so long.

Slowly, she let go of the twins, reaching out toward her uncle. The hug was awkward and Akari was pretty sure the twins got a little crushed in the process, but they didn’t complain and Akari found herself enjoying the warmth that came from her little-found family.

“Well I hate to break up this little touching moment, we still have a job to do and I don’t think we have a whole lot of time to waste.” Adaman's voice cut through the moment, bringing Akari further back into reality.

"Honesty, Adaman. Interrupting the sharing of space is quite rude." She heard Irida huff. "Even if I am inclined to agree with you."

Right, they had an audience.

Carefully, Akari released her hold on her Uncle as the man pulled away and the twins started to get off of her. "Y-yeah, you're right, sorry." She muttered, drying her eyes as she got to her feet. "Wh-what were we doing?"

"You were about to pick which Clan leader you want to help us out," Volo answered, his eyes cast toward the sky like he was doing his best not to look at anyone. 

"Oh, right," Akari nodded and dusted herself off before facing the clan leaders. 

Now that the worry of putting more pressure on Irida was gone, she was able to honestly decide on who she wanted with her. And as much as she liked Adaman, he tended to be a bit more on the impatient side of this.

So her choice would have to be…

"I choose Lady Irida." Her choice was totally not influenced by the fact that Irida had just given her Uncle back, nope, not at all.

"Of course you chose me! I was the one who got you what you needed when you first set out to quell Lord Kleavor. You and I made his balms together." The young clan leader smiled knowingly, avoiding looking over at her diamond clan counterpart.

"Yep, that's the reason." Akari kind of felt bad, but if anything, with all the crap the Commander has put her through Irida, was probably biting at the bit for some form of payback.

"Just what I would expect from you, Akari. You made the right choice. You won’t regret it.” Irida cheered, causing Adaman to roll his eyes.

“So, then, the leftover leader will…?” Volo started only to be cut off when Adman scoffed at his words.

“Leftover? Think again.” the blue-haired man crossed his arms as he glared at the merchant. “Akari trusts me enough to leave the tough job to me alone. I’ll be keeping an eye on the commander, so I can let you all know if anything happens.” Adaman turned toward her and Irida, hands on his hips. “ All right, Irida…You and Akari…” the energy seemed to drain out of him as his disappointment started to build. “Well, You two do what needs doing.”

“Of course, of course…and the lucky chosen one comes with us to the lakes.” Volo chuckled, waving the Diamond clan leader off as he walked over toward her and Irida. “We can fill you in on the details as we go.” 

“We’re coming too!”

“What?!” 

All eyes turned to look over at the twins, seeming to cause Lil Ingo a bit of embarrassment at having drawn much attention, but he didn’t seem to back down. “We’re coming too!”

“Ah… no! you’re not!'' The retort came out of the teen’s mouth quickly, maybe sounding a little meaner than she meant it but still. “This is going to be dangerous.”

“So?!” Emmet shot back.

"Didn't we just discuss earlier how the Commander is looking to have you and your father arrested?" Volo cut in, "he might have been tricked earlier. But sooner or later he will figure it out and come after you two." 

Akari watched as Emmet's confidence quickly melted away, being replaced by fear and she could see her Uncle start to take a more aggressive stance. Confused by this the teen turned to see the Merchant basically looming over her and by extension the twins. Maybe she'd have to talk to him about this before her Uncle went all Papa Luxray on Volo. They didn't need to intimate the twins to get their point across.

"And!?" But unlike his brother Lil Ingo stood his ground, meeting the merchant's eye with a determined frown. "So what are we supposed to do? Hide here while everyone else does all the work? What makes this place any safer than anywhere else in Hisui? If the commander really wants to lock us up this place is no safer than our tent back in the highlands. He'll find this place." The kid paused for a moment, looking from Volo to Akari. "Besides, he already thinks we're working with Akari, he'd be a fool to try and challenge all of us if he thinks we have the power to change the sky." He'd come a long way from that shy boy Akari had met back in Jubilife village nearly two months ago. 

Akari shook her head, and looked up at her Uncle, hoping that he might cut in and set his kids back on the 'right track'. Even if his eldest did have a point. "Uncle Ingo, tell them it's too dangerous."

But the Warden smiled at her, adjusting his hat slightly. "I am sorry Akari, but there is no switch to this track." He bowed his head slightly and shook his head. "While I agree these tracks are dangerous, I see no other route. Yes, we could hide away, but a train can run the risk of disrepair if it never leaves the yard."

"Translation…" Emmet smiled up at her.

"We're coming with you." Lil Ingo finished.

A harsh sigh escaped Akari's lips as she accepted defeat. "Guess I've been outvoted." yet still she couldn’t help but smile. As much as she worried about the twins getting hurt, yet at the same time, it made her feel better knowing that they would be right by her side, and she wouldn’t have to wonder if they were okay while she was out saving the world…again. Besides, they were capable trainers, just like she had been at their age.

Even if Volo didn’t seem too thrilled about them coming.

“Alright, you two can come along.” she finally agreed before looking back up at her Uncle. “And what about you Uncle? Are you coming as well?”

But The Warden just shook his head. “No, Gliscor and I will be returning to the Highlands to keep an eye on the Rift. I will endeavour to report my finding back should anything happen.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” As much as Akari wanted her adopted Uncle with her, she had to agree that someone should watch the rift. “Just be careful.”

“I will be sure to adhere to all safety protocols.”

The teen nodded, taking in a deep breath and looking towards the red sky. “We should get going then.”

“Yes, we should get moving!” Irida nodded, walking toward the exit but paused a step away and looked back at Akari. “I’d rather we walk this road together, but if the commander were to get wind of it, it would make things worse…I’ll meet you at whichever lake you choose!”

“We’ll travel with Akari then.” Lil Ingo added, looking over at Irida. “If travelling with Akari would be bad for you then travelling with us could be just as bad. And as I said, he probably expects us to be working together anyway.”

To this Irida nodded her thanks, and waited by the entrance for Akari to make her choice.

The teen hummed in thought as she tried to decide which of the three lakes would be the best to head to, but in the end, the choice was obvious.“We should just get the Lake by Jubilife out of the way. So let's head to Lake Verity.”

—

Cogita watched as the group of visitors slowly dissipated out of her little retreat.

Lord Adaman was the first to leave, followed by the time-lost Warden, then the Lady of the Pearl clan, and finally the lost child Akari and the Warden’s two ‘children’, leaving only Volo and herself behind.

It had been interesting to watch, the ‘Merchant’ had been silently seething ever since the altercation between him and the two boys. Volo had been able to hide his anger from everyone else but to Cogita it was as clear as day.

Was he really that upset that the boys would be going with them?

Of as there another reason?

A smile slowly spread across Cogita’s lips as she stepped forward. “What’s wrong dear?” she questioned looking over the ‘Merchant’ as she stood next to him. “Are you really that worried about their safety?” she hummed as she watched him closely.

No, that wasn’t it.

She remembered how he had stood over them, stance wide as he let his hat cast a shadow over his eyes as he glared down at the two boys while being out of Akari’s sight.

And yet, the ‘Merchant had faltered the moment he was challenged by the other boy.

Not surprising. After all, Baby dragons could only be scared until they realized they still had teeth.

“Or maybe your just upset that one of them called your bluff?” Cogita speculated aloud, barely flinching when the ‘Merchant’ suddenly turned toward her.

“I just don’t want them getting under Akari’s feet and getting hurt. We’re dealing with Legends here after all.” Volo shot back waving her off and plastering that ‘smile’ across his face once more. “Akari told me about them, and the three seem close. She would be heartbroken if anything happened to them.” he shook his head, hands on his hips as she shook his head. “Guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on them too.”

With that the ‘Merchant’ set off, heading towards the exit, off to meet Akari and the twins at the first lake.

“Be careful Baring your teeth at dragons dear, they tend to take it as a bit of a threat,” she called out as she watched him go.

The moment Volo was gone from her retreat, Cogita made her way toward her little table and pour herself another cup of tea. Her mind wandered back to the scene of conflict between the ‘Merchant’ and the twins, there had to be something more than a simple call of a bluff.

One of the boys seemed to be genuinely afraid of the man standing over them, enough so that the Time Lost Warden had almost stepped in. 

but that would mean the boy would need a reason to be afraid in the first place. 

A reason perhaps that was only known to the three of them.

Ah, Cogita was starting to see what was happening.

“Little dragon, indeed.”

[nimata-beroya]

End of Year Wrap Up

I was tagged by my bestie @takadasaiko Thanks dearie!

Total number of completed works

6 in total: Welcome to Yavin IV (Part of Road to Lira San series); Running Out of Air, Something in the Dark, Ramaanla, and The Tables are Turned (as part of Whumptober); and High Above the Ground (for Foxiyo Week).

Total number of WIPs worked on this year

3 new works plus 1 old one. The Enemy Within (from Road to Lira San series); How to Save a Life (for Whumptober); and Deconstructed Reality (Kalluzeb minibang) are the new ones. I also updated Sandawuni Va Umtidagir (Unbreakable Bond) that it was first published in 2020.

WIPs neglected this year

The only one that I truly neglected and was first published in 2022 was Deconstructed Reality, but I have Rough Awakening from the previous year that is even more neglected. Oops 😅

Fandoms I've written in

1 (Counting Star Wars as a whole, or 4 sub fandoms)

Total word count

37,083 words published (+ over 15k words written for unpublished new works/updates)

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you expected?

*sighs* A lot less 😞 I thought 2022 was going to be the year of my comeback to writing, big time! It was not.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I think I did in 2 instances. I started writing for my own OCs in a massive project that will expand to at least 4 multichaptered fics, if not more (Yikes 😬), and I did a little experiment with changing the type of narrator in one of my Whumptober fics.

Do you have any goals for the new year?

My goal is updating the WIPs I neglected last year and continue on the ones are still halfway in the story, and write and publish the 2 first installments of my "Insurrection" series, and work on the third, which is the longest on the series. If I can manage, I'll post that as well if I finish writing it.

Biggest disappointment?

The lack of inspiration brought up by the writer's block that hit me a large part of the year. I thought I was going to write a lot more, since I got my new laptop at the beginning of 2022, but it never happened.

Biggest surprise? 

How the idea of participating in febuwhump (which I never actually did) with a single multichap fic, stringing up all the prompts together, turned into the "Insurrection" series. How 28 whump prompts turned into not less than 4 long fics, I don't know. I guess it was my head adding plot points after plot points. This project seems daunting but I'm determined to pull it off.

Most popular story of the year?

Welcome to Yavin IV, definitely. It's the one that has more hits, likes, and bookmarks of all the works I published in 2022. Although, Deconstructed Reality is the most commented and with more subscriptions, but being for a mini-bang, that it was expected.

What's your own favorite story of the year? 

Oof! That's hard to decide. There's always something special in each of my fics, for a reason or another. I can't choose, so all of them 😆

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion

I think it might be The Tables Are Turned. If I compare its stats with that of the rest of my Kalluzeb fics, it has a noticeable less engagement from readers. I think that since I hinted at kink stuff very mildly in it (and tagged it as such), people were scared off. It's a shame, because the kink stuff I mentioned in the story is so mild, and it's not even smut, which is probably what people think they'll find inside. To be honest, I knew this could happen. I knew that by tagging BDSM in it, some people would run. It's a risk I took because I'd rather tag correctly and not having as many comments than not tagging and receive hate comments for not doing so. I do my part in facilitating that everyone can curate their experience to their liking.

Other story of mine that I could say it's underappreciated is High Above the Ground, which has about the same stats than The Tables are Turned, but being a fic for a rarepair, it's not exactly surprising that has less than 200 kudos.

Most fun story to write

Again, The Tables are Turned. I had so much fun writing it, because for the first time I put the good guys as whumpers and the bad guy as whumpee. It was hilarious to me having an imperial officer sweating in fear.

Most unintentionally telling story

Maybe High Above the Ground. It turned out to be very differently than what I first had in mind when I started writing it. I love the result though ☺️ even if nobody else thinks so.

My favorite part of fandom this year

That I became more confident in writing in this fandom, mostly because I've expanded my lore knowledge watching old shows I haven't watched before and getting very slowly into both canon and legend books. Also I made more good new friends.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!!!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Oh wait I’ll check on the Noel noa color thing but also FRENCH FLAG LMFAOOOOOO im crying that’s too funny to me you should just use that regardless of character color Edit: ok yeah no character color specification so FRENCH FLAG IT IS

LMAOO otoya fr would be tweaking “you like the fucking donkey suit more than my sheen costume???”

SHSHSH welp either way character development yk!!! HAVE FUNNNNN but yess I’ve got some halloweekend plans to go out with some friends!! Our group decided on the power rangers LOL so we’ll be doing that I can’t say I can see myself having an event that’s on Mira lore levels but very excited anyways LMAO

True…at least the additional times are popping off….anyways….

Trueee the art style has changed so much LOL plus now that barous more established as Isagis rival im sure they’ll yassify him

I agree especially in the manga lately the eyes are getting huge LMAOO but relatively they are larger but not to a point where I really noticed or let it bother me tbh I think ops eye style is weird but whatever I guess

LMAOAOAOA atp we’re gonna cycle through all the other characters and get converted after their miraverse debuts bllks just gotta trust the process and let Shidou find their soulmates with his antennae LMAOOOO

YES THAT LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED LMFAOOOOO to date you’re still the only one I ever sent something too either because some people had requests closed or I just wasn’t feeling like I had the balls for it at the moment oops but yeah anyways I haven’t seen AS many Karasu cameos recently but maybe if I find a good one I’ll try another but real glad we’re staying strong!! Also real x2 familial/platonic Barou is SOOO GOOD I LOVE pursuit Barou unironically maybe my fav version wait ikwym though I think I’m the same where I wouldn’t actively wish for Barou to be the male lead and get the romantic plot but Karasu on the other hand…so real for otoya though he’s definitely grown a LOT on me too!! WAITTT OTOYA PURSUIT VERSION??? No way…I would’ve never imagined it being for otoya at first that’s crazy but this is where the side stories/spin offs have their time to shine LMAOO nagi main and then side story branches problem solved but yeah swerving is a struggle because at the same time I feel like having the side characters all be opps would make it less enjoyable too if you just hated the rest of the cast LMFAO

Omg our 1/3 year anniversary?!?! Wow wait I can’t believe it’s been that long this is crazy but YES spread the closeted loser otoya agenda!!! Maybe we’ll get less cheater fics of him because of bfb!!! OH YEAH that giant rec post LOL I did giggle reading seabird though the banter and mini beef was really funny no fr if sae was like that I could see myself converting but alas

The perfect balance between meme and hot edit >>> careless whisper unironically one of my fav audios at this point third selection/u20 yuki in my head forever and always also speaking of the way he’s still benched in the manga….

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO CAN YOU IMAGINE I DID A GRADIENT WITH THE FRENCH FLAG TOO 😭😭😭 idt ibispaintx lets you do that with the free version but it would be hilarious 😫 anyways i always forget noa is french for some reason HAHA maybe because he coaches bm which is a german club OKFJDJD but yeah we may have to go with french flag blue then (or maybe a color will drop by the time i get to that req)

HELPP IMAGINE OTOYA IS SEXY SHREK (somehow) and this is karasu:

the entire time his expression is just like 😒😒😒 because he did NOT want to be the donkey but it was that or lord farquaad but that would’ve entailed having to pretend to be shorter than otoya the whole night and he couldn’t handle that (i’d still take him dressed like that ngl)

POWER RANGERS IS SO CUTE I HOPE YOU HAD FUN!! and that you stayed safe and nothing too crazy happened LFJDJS

the art style has improved sm it’s so crazy to look back at the earlier chapters of the manga and see the difference in all of the characters especially barou nagi and isagi!! those three look the most improved i think LDJDJS but fr the additional times have been slaying they’re my fav parts of the episodes

HELPPP not us turning every bllk opp into wingmen 😭😭😭 tbf shidou was never really an opp though he was just irrelevant kinda like aiku so ig the promotion makes sense 🧐 but so true who’s next…wingman chigiri or smth…chigiri set me up with nagi PLEASE

OADJSHSN FEELING HONORED can’t believe i was your first/only request 🙏🏻 i haven’t been seeing much karasu either (not that i really read fics though) i think that means i need to get back to work 😓 you know what they say if you want to read it you have to write it ☝🏻 but yeah barou and yukimiya are kinda in the same boat for me where i really like both but i wouldn’t SWERVE for them unless the dynamic with them is more compelling than the main lead’s dynamic

YUP pursuit was originally meant to be for otoya that’s why he’s also a ninja in it!! kinda like hollyhock lol it actually predates hollyhock too i came up with the idea for it in the beginnings of the miraeita era so that explains it but yeah it’s crazy to think about how different the story would’ve been if it had been for him…i feel like a lot of very iconic plot lines wouldn’t have been as good with otoya sadly LMAO like the aegislash arc just wouldn’t fit otoya as well as it does nagi sadly 😭 and agreed that’s the thing with writing opps as side characters is i just don’t care abt them so either i’ll be annoyed OR i’ll convert and they won’t be opps anymore

I KNOWWW IT’S CRAZY you sent the req for fwtkac at some point in early june so if you count that then it’s been like five months but if you go by when i actually posted fwtkac in like mid-late june it’s been about four months either way it’s insane KDHDSHA but yeah seabird made the rec post so it got a boost from that ig…ngl i’ve never really been able to figure out why some stories do/don’t get notes because the one shots i think are silly goofy dumb get way more traction than my more serious works 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i also don’t really care that much about notes so it doesn’t bother me it’s just curious 😭 as long as i get one or two people telling me they like a given story i’m happy with it HAHA maybe i can say that as someone who’s blown up on wattpad and ao3 already but I actually had less fun with my writing when i had more readers than less so i’m not the kind of person that really craves getting readers or anything like that…like whenever i see those posts complaining about how those blurb posts/two sentence headcanons get 10x as many notes as well written stories i’m just like eh because it’s true and i do find those fics annoying but at the end of the day what people choose to like/rb doesn’t change the quality of what i’m writing any yk 🤔 i know my stuff is pretty decent so why would i waste my energy complaining about not getting enough recognition when i could just be happy with what i DO get (plus i write for fun and just happen to share it because i can not because i write for validation so there’s no reason to stress)

LMAOOO IF CANON SAE WAS LIKE SEABIRD SAE I’D FR LOVE HIM to be fair i think it’s just that we never get to see him through any lens but rin’s pov so it’s always the most emo version of him HAHAH because tbf i don’t think any character could’ve pulled off seabird the way he did yk so it must be somewhat in character 😰 at least we can hope so

memes aside careless whisper is lowkey a really good song LRJDJSSN but yeah yukimiya truly one of the men of all time…kaneshiro bring him back 😢 GET HIM OFF THE BENCH ASAP

[strangermarvelss]

prom- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: you ask eddie munson to prom

Warnings: angst bro, unrequited feelings, eddie being a butthead, chrissy is not the villain i promise, not proof read oops

Request: No

Word Count: 2k

A/N: got inspired by this idea @ashwhowrites threw out there about wanting something like this made, so i thought why not give it a shot? plus i've been trying to find an excuse to write an eddie prom fic. enjoy- sava

part two

You look to the stage seated at the end of the cafeteria briefly, seeing the big banner advertising the senior prom, making your heart flutter. The Hawkins High prom was the one time of year where everyone isn’t completely miserable and they all come together, cliques having an unspoken settlement, and allowing one another to come together and celebrate one of the last big moments of high school you’d all share together, before walking the stage made on the football field and going your separate ways on new journeys. Everyone had been buzzing about it for weeks, and you thought today would finally be the day.

You smooth out the pleats in your skirt, taking deep breaths in and out as you slowly approached his lunch table. The loud ruckus of the cafeteria filled your ears as your feet brought you closer and closer to the biggest outcast of the school. Not that you saw him that way, but everyone you surrounded yourself with did.

Eddie Munson has been the object of your affection since his first senior year. His beautiful brown eyes ultimately pulled you in one day during your sophomore year, seeing how much he’d changed from his brief time with you at the middle school amazed you. You were captivated by his passionate personality and his carefree attitude towards the conformity that was forced within the walls of this high school, which you were not able to escape, roped into joining the cheer squad with your best friend and the queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham.

The two of you met when you moved to Hawkins back in middle school. She was the first person you met when you got to the school, getting paired to sit next to her for the remainder of the year, and the two of you clicked instantly. You spent so many nights together giggling and gossiping, and it was something you continued to do throughout high school. The two of you told each other everything, especially when it came to your dating lives, or lack there of.

She was the only one who knew about your crush on Eddie. You always felt you had to keep quiet about it, especially around the other cheerleaders and football players. Their clouded judgement and resentment towards the ‘freaks’ made your heart sink, but you always opted to keep your head down and refuse to join in on their reign of terror towards them. 

Chrissy convinced you to ask Eddie in the first place. You were hesitant, wanting to continue to keep your feelings towards the resident metalhead deep down, with graduation around the corner for you, and if what Eddie shouted in the cafeteria constantly, it was approaching for him as well. You didn’t see the point in revealing anything now, thinking you could just go about life without him knowing. But Chrissy was there to remind you “what do you have to lose?”

Approaching the well-known Hellfire table, you cough a little to gain the attention of the boys. They all look up at you at the same time, sharing glances with one another as confusion seeped into their faces. You flash them all a timid smile, playing with the end of your cheer skirt to relieve some nerves. 

“Hi guys,” you squeak out. You watch Eddie sit at the head of the table, looking down out his bag of mini pretzels and grabbing his bright red apple, taking a big chomp out of it. 

“Uh, can we help you?” A younger boy with long black hair asks, whom you recognize as Nancy Wheeler’s brother, Mike. Blood rushes to your cheeks, heat overpowering you just for a minute as they all continue to stare at you with their mouths slightly open.

“Yeah! I was uh-just wondering if I could talk with you, Eddie. Alone?” you ask, your eyes meeting his across the table as he freezes, a small sliver of pretzel hanging out of his mouth. He drops the bag to the table and looks to who you knew as Gareth, standing from his seat with wide eyes. You walk towards the corner of the cafeteria, not missing the snickers and mumbles coming from his friends.

You turn to look at Eddie, his hands resting in the pockets of his leather jacket as he finally catches up to you. His big brown eyes peer up to you, his brows raised in a questionable manner, making the nerves spread further throughout your body. Maybe this was going to be a mistake-

“Just so you know, I don’t do deals in the middle of the cafeteria, so if you’re looking for something to clear your head, you’ll have to go to the spot in the woods,” Eddie lets out. 

“What? No, I’m not looking for drugs, I don’t-I don’t smoke,” you tell him, shaking your hands. Did it look like you were trying to buy? Eddie was the local dealer, so it wasn’t totally out of the question.

“Okay…” he responds, rolling his eyes as he snickers to himself. You bite your lip before letting out a deep breath. “Then what did you want?” 

“Okay, so, this might sound crazy, but I wanted to know if you were going to prom?” You finally ask. Eddie’s expression falters a little, his questioned look quickly shifting into a surprised one, as if caught off guard.

“Wasn’t really planning on it. After school events that don’t consist of D&D gatherings aren’t exactly my thing,” he answers. You try hiding the hurt in your expression at his answer, his ability to write it off so quickly making your confidence shrink.

“Oh…well, maybe you’d reconsider? Like say if someone were to ask you to go with them, as their date? And hypothetically that someone…being me?” 

He takes a moment to just stare at you, blinking rapidly a few times before looking around the cafeteria, making you worried, but also confused. He seemed rather off today, with his eyes barely meeting yours unless met with confusion or surprise now, and his entire demeanor even felt off.

Then, he begins to laugh.

Was he laughing at you? Or the question? Or maybe what everyone said about him was right, he was crazy.

“Yeah well like I said earlier, I don’t do prom. And I definitely don’t do cheerleaders, so associating with both at the same time isn’t in the cards for me. So just go back to your friends, okay?” His voice was almost sinister, face merely inches from yours as he whispers the blatant reject in your ear. 

You take a step back from him and catch the seriousness etched across his face, looking to the floor in an attempt to hide the hurt his words caused you to feel. You bump pass him as you continue your efforts of hiding your feelings, walking towards the double doors located closest to you that bled out into the hallway, no longer having an appetite for any food.

All but running to your locker, you fling it open and make yourself small, hunching over into the metal box and covering your face as the tears begin to flow out. You should’ve never taken Chrissy’s advice and kept those feelings buried deep inside. Of course he wouldn’t like someone like you. Even if you didn’t fit in with the other cheerleaders on the squad, he still associated you with the assholes of Hawkins High, and part of you couldn’t blame him. They’ve spent years treating him like shit, and you’ve been too much of a coward to do or say anything in his defense.

What hurt worse was that Eddie and you were on good terms. The two of you shared Miss Click’s class last year, alongside Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, two of your closest friends. Eddie would ask for your help and the two of you would talk while trying to get him through the assignments he struggled with, which launched your tiny crush into a full blown one-sided love affair. You thought maybe he saw you differently than the rest of the squad, with you and Chrissy always trying to exchange pleasantries and on friendly terms with the metalhead. But deep down, Eddie still knew all jocks were the same, it was clear in the way he spoke to you.

The lunch bell springs to life, pulling you out of your lonely pity party. You look to the mirror you kept in your locker and clean up the makeup that was running down your cheeks with a spare tissue. Taking a deep breath, you grab your books for the remainder of your classes and shut the door to your locker, turning on your heel with you head hung just a bit lower than usual, and darting your way through the crowded halls, onto the rest of the pathetic day.

You push open the doors the led to the parking lot, your peers scattered around trying to escape for the weekend, only to ultimately come back later tonight for the game. Running down the steps, you start the journey towards your car, wanting to relax for the next few hours before you and Chrissy come back for the championship game. 

The school day had flown by, the cruel gods above you taking pity on your rejection during your lunch period. You hadn’t talked with Chrissy for the rest of the day, not having any classes with her after lunchtime anyways. You want to run to her so badly and tell her you shouldn’t have listened to her, but ultimately, you just wanted a shoulder to cry on and soothing words thrown your way.

As you walk towards your car at the end of the lot, you spot Eddie leaning up against his van, the flashbacks from earlier telling you to look away from his figure, but your heart and eyes just can’t seem to listen. As you keep going, you see other pair of feet with him, almost between his own. Getting a better look, you see Chrissy leaning against the van as well, her close proximity making your heart plunge deeper into the depths of your stomach.

No, she’d never be interested in Eddie like that. She was in a very serious relationship with Jason Carver, a.k.a the biggest tormentor towards your crush. Plus, she was your best friend, and new how fondly you thought of Eddie, she couldn’t possibly want to ever hurt you like that. Keeping your head down, you attempt to walk pass them, completely unnoticeable, until your ears perk up at their conversation.

“I was just wondering, if you’d want to go to prom with me?” He asks her, causing you to drop the notebook you’d been carrying in your hand. Shit.

You reach down to grab the book and look back to see them staring at you, as if they were deer caught in headlights in the dead of night. You let out a sigh and pick up the pace towards your car, unlocking the door quickly and tossing your things inside as you ignore Chrissy’s calls out for you.

“…I don’t do prom. And I definitely don’t do cheerleaders…” his words rang in your head as you start the engine, looking behind you to back up and pull out of your spot. You quickly glance their way, faces turned into sad expressions as they watch you fly by them, trying your best to exit the hell that was the high school parking lot. 

A few tears began escaping once more, trickling down your cheeks as you replay the events of today on your drive home. How could Eddie be so quick to reject you, with the excuse of not liking the idea of prom or associating with cheerleaders, but completely do a 180 and ask Chrissy, the girl who everyone knew you were best friends, to the prom? Maybe when he told you his words in the lunch room, he meant specifically it was you he had no interest in. Because who can resist the queen of Hawkins High.

You continue to wallow throughout the drive home, the tightness in your chest never letting up even as you pull into the driveway of your home. Jumping out, you leave your belongs inside the car as you lock it, running to the front door and swinging it open. You had time before the game tonight to mop about as you please, so you grab a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave, waiting patiently to start the pity party you pressed pause on at your locker, wanting to just forget silly notion of you going to prom with the man of your dreams.

[stormkobra-5]

All That Matters

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader (with hints of Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x fem!reader)

Fic Type: One-Shot

[Moon Boys Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Summary: You’re on your period. Luckily for you, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

A/N: Is this a little self-indulgent? Maaaaaaybe. Do I care? Not particularly… Whoever it can help, the better! Thanks to @lovely-cryptid (who gave me the Mr. Knight line. >:3) and @marc-spectorr for letting me bounce this idea off them!

Rating/Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Minors DNI, mild smut, fingering, dry humping, period sex, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant, fluffy fluff, too many Star Wars references and I-love-yous for me to count oop—

Blood was, almost quite literally, everywhere when you woke up. Steven had just washed the sheets, too, and you’d spent yesterday evening giggling and tickling each other in a cuddle-fest as you made the bed. Goddamn Mother Nature. Why couldn’t humans be, maybe, like ducks, who re-absorb the unused pillow in the uterus? But. No. It’s gotta fucking shred off painfully in a mini-birth with mini-contractions once a month for the rest of your life.

Crippling cramps seized up in your lower stomach, running into your back and up into your chest and down your legs like a bitch. You were crying, but, also very pissed off. Steven just changed those fucking sheets.

You managed to slowly make your way to the bathroom. You washed off, changed clothes, and put on a pad before changing the sheets again achingly slowly and in tears. When it was finally over— not very neatly at all— you climbed into bed with the heating pad after taking some painkillers, wrapped up in one of Steven’s jackets in an effort to feel comforted. In your arms you squeezed a unicorn stuffed animal (you weren’t sure where the fuck your BB-8 one had gotten to) to death as you turned on the tv, hurriedly getting to Disney+ and turning on the Mandalorian. Mercifully, the combination of comfort did its job, and you fell into a deep, if restless, sleep.

Steven had knocked a few times in an effort to get your help opening the door. A long day at work and then a trip to the store? Absolutely horrible. Not to mention he was worried. You hadn’t responded to any of his texts or calls today when you were the one who usually texted him. He tried not to worry too much— after all, there were plenty of explanations as to why you might not be communicative today.

But what if there was a bad reason, and him not hurrying home had only sealed your fate?

And now you weren’t even answering the door.

Steven set the bags down and unlocked the door, opening it a bit before scooping up the groceries again. “Y/N? Love?” He called into the seemingly empty flat. “I’m home!” When you didn’t respond, Steven set the bags on the kitchen counter. He heard talking from the bedroom and froze, the worst possible scenarios filling his head.

“Pendejo. That’s the tv.”

Jake’s observation made him jump— his alters had been mostly quiet for today. Maybe he’d have been less anxious with them around, or maybe more so. After all, he did hear relief in Jake’s voice.

Steven hurried to the bedroom, stopping short when he realized what was wrong.

The tv was playing the Mandalorian, although the end credits of the last episode were playing. Hell, did you binge the whole series today? You just might have. You, yourself, were curled up in a tight ball on the bed, face twisted and little soft grunts of pain coming from you in your sleep. You had one of his jackets wrapped around you and a cold heating pad pressed to your stomach, your unicorn plushie squeezed all to hell. The stains of blood on your pants and the sheets confirmed to Steven that your condition was just the first day of an unfair monthly cycle. “Bloody hell…”

Steven sighed, grabbing the tv remote and flipping to Boba Fett. You always needed a distraction on your period, and if the Mandalorian had put you to sleep, maybe another Star Wars show would help you relax. He very nearly put on Rise of Skywalker, but then stopped short. Every time you watched that you gushed over Poe Dameron, and maybe that was just the distraction you needed— but, in the end, Boba Fett was longer. And cooler. He definitely wasn’t jealous of a Star Wars character.

With another sigh, he dug your BB-8 plushie out from under the bed and set it beside the unicorn one for you before going to the bathroom and running a hot bath. The temperature was far too hot for his liking, but you preferred it this way. He snuck around the bedroom to get you a pair of clean and comfy clothes, setting them on the bathroom sink with a pad— had you even changed today? Had you eaten? Drank any water? He knew you probably hadn’t. He spent the next five minutes trying to be as quiet as possible by bringing snacks and water to the side of the tub and collecting the special red fluffy towels before even thinking of waking you up.

Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Love… hey…”

You stirred immediately, choking out a pained sob and a very pissed off huff. Steven gently shushed you, and you all but burst into relieved tears as your blurry eyes settled on your boyfriend. The sight of you in such pain broke Steven’s heart. “Steven,” You squeaked, reaching for him; he was already leaning down to hug you. You really did start crying when he put his arms around you, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Hey, sh sh sh, I’m here now love, I’m here, sh…”

“It hurts,” you croaked out.

“I know, darling,” Steven whispered, kissing your temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up now, yeah?”

“I-I fixed the— oh no—“

When your face screwed up like that, Steven realized you’d probably already changed the sheets this morning, and he started carding his fingers through your hair. “No, sh. It’s okay. It happens, love. They can be washed. I’ll change them.”

“But you just did yesterday,” You whined pitifully.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one profusely bleeding from my privates ‘cause of an organ ripping itself to pieces, am I?” Steven didn’t find it funny at all, but your little weak giggle made him smile. He peppered kisses all over your face, making you hum. “I’ll take care of everything, alright? Let’s get you to the bath. Have you changed at all today?” You made a face. Steven hoped and prayed you didn’t get some kind of infection. “What about eating?” Meekly, you shook your head. Steven frowned. “Not a good day for it, huh? I’ll pause your show for you, love, and you can wash off while I clean up the bed, yeah?”

He scooped you up bridal style against his chest, carefully, feeling guilty when you winced. He helped you strip off your ruined clothes and step into the tub, easing you down and pointing out where he’d set everything. He left you with a kiss on your forehead. Too exhausted to actually rub yourself down much, you poured some soap into the water and let it do its thing.

You were pleasantly surprised a few minutes later when Steven returned, having changed into his own pajamas, and grabbed your loofah from the hook on the shower wall. “What are you—“

“Taking care of you,” Steven said softly, sudsing up the fluffy object. He stripped off his shirt and washed you off gently, occasionally kissing your temple.

At one point, you hummed blissfully into his chest. “You smell like the museum.”

Steven chuckled. “S’that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“A very good thing,” You breathed into his skin. It was only after several beats of silence— and Steven not moving— that you opened your eyes to find him staring at you with sad puppy eyes and a furrowed brow. “What?”

“A bit unfair, innit?” Steven caressed your cheek. “You being in so much pain every month just ‘cause I didn’t get you pregnant.” His wording shouldn’t send a shiver down your spine. But it does. “I mean, I don’t have my prostate tryin’ to kill me every month when my body realizes I didn’t make a baby with you. It’s bloody unfair and it shouldn’t be happening.”

Your eyebrow shot up, words spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them. Maybe it was prompted by him kissing your forehead and holding your face with one hand and gently massaging your stomach with the other. “You offering to amend that?” Steven froze. There was silence. Flushing, you shook your head. “Sorry, I don’t know why I—“

Steven wrapped his arms around you gently, biting his lip. “No, maybe I am.”

He smiled at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You beamed, nudging your nose against his. “R… Really?”

“Yeah.” When you started to cry again, Steven kissed each space under your eyes. “Why are you crying, love?”

“You… You want to have kids with me? Are all of you on board with this?”

Your question warmed his heart. Jake and Marc had often wondered about what it would be like— except they were both scared. Steven wasn’t. “I’m pretty sure. We’ll need to talk first, but… yeah. I want that. A little person that’s half me, half you… You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. You’re kind and brave and strong and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want my child to be a part of you, darling… please don’t cry when I say nice things about you—“

Your sobs broke into a relieved laugh, one that made Steven smile as he cradled you to his chest. “There’s that smile, gorgeous.”

“I love you,” You said as you kissed him. Steven hummed into your mouth before pulling away to answer, “I love you too. Very much.”

Steven helped you out of the bath, dry off, and get dressed, then carried you to the bed— you giggled when he laid you down, making him raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just a dream.”

“No, I’m quite real,” He smiled when he kissed you, but it soon became distracted. “Oh, bugger. I forgot to put the groceries away.”

“Do you need any help?”

Steven looked at you as if you’d just suggested something unheard of. “Oh, of course. My girl is currently bleeding out and in severe pain, but by all means, come walk to the kitchen and help me put two bags of food in the cabinets. Like I don’t have hands of my own to do it. Geez, darling. I can put the groceries away on my own. You just stay here and relax, yeah?” At your smile, Steven kissed your cheek and pressed BB-8 into your hands, pressing play on Boba Fett for you; he even returned before putting the groceries away with a heating pad, Gatorade, and nutrient bars. “I know you don’t want to eat, love, but please try, okay?”

You nodded, glancing up in nothing short of mild amazement when he effortlessly snapped the lid of the Gatorade open while you adjusted the heating pad. Sometimes you forgot that Steven had the same strength as Marc and Jake hidden under his comfy sweaters. He kissed your forehead again before leaving. “I’ll be right back.”

And he was. But by the time he returned to your side, tears were silently streaming down your face once more. “Love, I think you’re strangling poor Beebs,” Steven tried to joke as he pressed himself against your side and took you into his arms. You only sniffled and hiccuped in response, nestling into him and hugging your plushie tight. Steven reached around you and squeezed it in order to make it elicit a stream of excited beeping. “See? He doesn’t want you to cry. Or to strangle him. I mean, if you have to, yeah, but…” He trailed off as you managed a weak laugh at that before more tears, and he held you close. “C’mere, love; I’ve got you. Want me to put on Rise of Skywalker? I’ll even let you sigh dreamily over Poe. With his pornographic pants.” His jibe didn’t make you laugh like it usually did; you must have been in severe pain now.

“Just hold me?” You asked in a small voice, and Steven felt very violent toward whatever divine entity had decided to make females bleed once a month.

“Sure. Yeah, okay. I can do that.” Steven held you close to him, spooning you and shushing you and petting your hair in an effort to calm you down.

Steven.

“What?”

Give her an orgasm.

Of all the things Marc could have possibly said, Steven certainly didn’t expect that. “W-what?”

Give her an orgasm, Marc repeated. It’ll get rid of her cramps instantly.

“...S’this you just tryin’ to get some? Really, bruv, when she’s in this much pain?”

“Who is it?” You squeaked out, knowing that he was talking to one of his alters.

“Marc,” Steven huffed into the nape of your neck. When you shivered against him, he reluctantly added, “...He says an orgasm can make your cramps go away.”

You twisted your head to look at him. Almost hopefully. Steven was used to the few days before your period being filled of sex— you practically jump the boys daily. But on your period? You’d never really shown any sign of wanting that, and no matter how horny they were, none of the boys were going to force you. But that look in your eye now was the very same one you get whenever you’re in the mood.

Bloody hell.

Steven moved his hand to your stomach, nuzzling the spot behind your ear that made you weak in the knees. His lips grazed your skin and he nipped playfully at the shell of your ear, making you whimper. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yes but— Steven, I’m bleeding. I’ll make a mess. It’ll get everywhere and all over you and it’ll be disgusting for you—“

“Shhh,” Steven said against your pulse point. He was eager now, biting and sucking and licking all up and down your neck and jaw. “Let me make you feel better, dove.” After a beat of hesitation, he added, “I’m Mr. Knight, darling. Blood doesn’t bother me. It’s okay.”

Only when you relaxed in his arms did he make a move. He licked two of his fingers before he slipped his hand down the front of your sweatpants. You gasped when his fingertips nudged through your tender folds, Steven never taking his eyes off your face to judge your reactions. When he found your clit, you cried out, making him freeze. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no,” You whimpered, closing your eyes, “It’s just sore. Please keep going.”

Gently, Steven obliged, kissing your neck gently as he drew slow circles around your clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your body twisting against him. “Shh, that’s it, sweet girl. So pretty, dove, you’re such a pretty girl. This feel good?”

He tentatively slid one finger into your aching core. You moaned and gasped and writhed in his arms, hips bucking against his hand. Steven held you against his chest with his free arm, whispering praises in your ear. “I’m gonna make you feel good, dove. Yeah, that’s it, move your hips, there you go…”

“S-Steven,” You whimpered brokenly as he inserted another finger and curled them against that spongy spot that always made you scream for him. “Agh— Steven—“

He wondered if it might injure you, doing this; but Marc only told him briefly that it was okay, seconded by Jake. Still… “Does it hurt at all?”

“A-a little,” You whined, riding his hand desperately, “But don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“I’m not gonna stop, dove,” He breathed into your neck, “Cum whenever you’re ready, sweetheart, I’m right here.” Steven didn’t even realize he was grinding into you until you reached back to grab his hip with a high pitched whine. His thumb swept up to rub against your clit, nearly making you scream. Your hand moved from his waist to the back of his head, tangling and tugging on his curls in an almost painful manner that only made Steven move his hand and hips faster. Your neck twisted in an effort to kiss him, and he met you halfway, hungrily devouring your mouth with a moan and a clash of teeth and tongues.

Your grinding movements against his hand stuttered, so he increased the speed and pressure of his hand; you came with a cry all over him, tearing your mouth away from his as your threw your head back into the pillows. Steven turned his open-mouthed kisses to your bared neck, growling into your skin as he came against you from behind.

Panting heavily, Steven reached up with his clean hand to wipe your sweaty hair off your forehead, kissing you softly. “How’s that, love? Feel better?”

You let out the most obscene gasp of relief. “Y-yeah, much better… Steven…” You lifted your head, frowning when you saw your ruined pants, the sheets, his hand and sleeve…

Steven made you lay back down, nudging your head with his to push you back. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’ll only take me a second to clean up, yeah?”

Repeating the process from earlier, he soon had you nestled against his side once more, watching tv. The heating pad was discarded, but you still clung to BB-8 as you nibbled on the snacks Steven had brought you and sipped the Gatorade. Exhaustion hung off you now, bone deep from a restless night and day— and then your mind-numbing orgasm. “I hate days like this…” You mumbled dejectedly. “I hate it when you have to do so much—“

Steven kissed the top of your head. “Hush. I don’t mind it, not at all. Neither do Marc or Jake, I promise.”

“Yeah, but… it’s stupid,” You scoffed, more to yourself, “It’s supposed to just be a period.”

“Well, it isn’t.” Steven leaned down to kiss you, speaking between the soft presses of his lips to yours. “And we’re gonna take care of you every. Single. Time.” He hummed thoughtfully into a particularly long and tender kiss, making you smile a little as you pulled away in silent question. Steven’s eyes scanned over your face, a mischievous glint in your eye. “...You know what this means, right?” You cocked an eyebrow, and he caged you underneath of him as he peppered kisses all over your face and neck. “I’m gonna have to get you pregnant before your next period.”

You shoved BB-8 at his face, blocking him from seeing your blush. “Steven!”

He tore the plushie away to attack you with kisses and playful nips and growls, making you squeal with laughter. Satisfied at having finally made you laugh, Steven flopped over and laid on his back beside you, beaming as he pulled you flush against him.

“Love you,” He hummed, to which you responded by giving him a peck on the corner of his mouth.

“Love you too.” Only a few minutes passed before you said, very softly, “Hey, baby? Can we switch to Rise of Skywalker?”

Steven rolled over, away from you, with a dramatic groan, burying his face in a pillow. “I had to say it, didn’t I?! I had to bloody say it! Now I have to sit through two and half hours of you ogling some plonker in ridiculous pants!”

“I do not ogle,” you scoffed, “I look. Respectfully.”

Steven lifted his head to raise an eyebrow at you. “How the hell can you ‘respectfully’ stare at somebody’s crotch?!”

“You look just like him!”

“Bloody— yeah, sure. Whatever. Just put it on. Begin my suffering without further ado.”

Giggling, you leaned over to say in his ear. “You’re hotter.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have sexier pants.”

“Sure.”

“No no, you have a sexier suit. The black one?”

Steven groaned. “Am I gonna have to wear it just so I don’t lose my girlfriend to a fictional character?”

“Nooooooo,” You drawled out, tracing a pattern down his shoulder. “Though I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to you wearing it…” Steven grunted into the pillow, and you shifted closer to him. “Tell you what: if Poe Dameron came out of that tv right now—“

“More like crashed the bloody ship. The fella can’t fly for shit without wrecking his planes.”

“—starfighters. They’re starfighters or ships, Steven. And he’s the best pilot in the galaxy.” You continued hurriedly with (descending into giggles as Steven kept interrupting you), “If Poe—“

“First name basis now? Real bloody nice—“

“Came through the tv—“

“With intergalactic powers, lovely. I’m screwed over here.”

“And asked me on a date—“

“Bit bold, isn’t he? I mean, he doesn’t even know you?”

Steven twisted into his back, pulling you against his chest and smiling into your cheek. “I would say no.”

Steven stared at you for several seconds with a completely straight face, before bursting into deep laughter. “No you would not!”

You scoffed, offended. “Yes I would!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Y—“ You interrupted yourself with a high-pitched squeal as Steven tickled your waist, any protests you may have had cut into gibberish as you tried to speak past Steven’s ruthless attack. He settled down after a moment, allowing you to breathe as he pulled you close to cuddle you and grab the remote.

“Bloody hell…” He looked at your BB plushie. “What do you think, mate?” You squeezed the stuffed animal, prompting little beeps and whistles to come from the stuffed droid. Steven reluctantly nodded as he switched from Boba Fett to the main Star Wars hub. “Yeah, yeah. Just what I thought.”

“Steven?” You chirped as the main song burst to life from the tv. He hummed in question, rapt despite his protests. “I love you.”

Steven smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he hugged you close. “I love you, too, darling.”

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[kyufessions]

Cruise

synopsis: you go on a four week long cruise, alone. only you don’t end up alone by the end of it.

word count: 4.1k (oops my bad)

pairings: stranger! vernon x broken hearted! g.n. reader

warnings: making out but it doesn’t go far ,,, is that even considered a warning ?? also some swearing

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, some angst in the beginning

a/n: my first seventeen mini fic ever. i saw seventeen in concert this past tuesday and now have brain rot so enjoy this shitty fic xoxo (might delete later depending how i feel about it)

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Throwing your body back onto the white bed decorated in red rose petals, you brought a fluffed up pillow to your face and screamed your frustrations into it. The last thing on your agenda for this trip was to end up coming alone, having planned it with you and your now ex-boyfriend. This trip had been planned for the last five months, and just three weeks ago he decided to end things out of nowhere. Normally, you’re able to see these things coming but for some reason you hadn’t imagined this happening. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, at least on your end. You tried to get refunds for the small flight, the cruise, everything. But everything had been non-refundable so you decided you'd rather miss out on a small portion of money instead of the full amount. When you checked in, you mentally cursed yourself when they had asked where your boyfriend was since you made them aware you wanted the room to be romantic and even booked a bunch of couple activities to do for the next four weeks. You had even gushed to them about how you wanted to propose to your boyfriend of two years, but when you explained to them the day of the cruise their saddened stares made you feel small.

After a few minutes of mumbling curses into the soft pillow, you brought yourself to your feet to unpack into your new room for the next few weeks. You put a random playlist of yours on shuffle, SZA’s The Weekend echoing throughout the room as your voice sang along to every word. Giggles of children came and went, small conversations striking your curiosity as you couldn’t help but eavesdrop. None of them were interesting though, so you just went back to the angelic voices of the artists singing to you through your phone's speaker. Once your bags were unpacked and your clothing and necessities were put away, you took a step out onto your small balcony and stared off into the ocean. Not far from your left you could still see the land in the distance, mentally telling yourself to leave your worries there until your return. You looked back out into the sea, taking in a deep breath and enjoying the faint smell of the salt water. You were excited to get away a bit, even if you did have to be in a couple themed room with lingering memories of someone you once knew.

For the first few hours, you just stayed cooped up in your room watching Disney+. You watched some older shows like That’s So Raven and Drake and Josh as you played against your friend in 8ball through imessage games. As the sun started to set, your stomach started to grumble quite loudly for anything to be digested into it. And who were you to deny it of such bliss? So you paused the show, grabbed your room keys, and made your way to the dining hall. Since it was a bit early, only 6:00PM, you were hoping there wouldn’t be many people. And, to your luck, there wasnt. There were just some singular people spread throughout the room and one group of teenagers in a corner of the room laughing with one another. Making your way to the buffet, you grabbed a tray and skimmed over all the options. You decided to treat yourself to the last steak available and some tiramisu for dessert, accompanied by a soda on the side. Normally, you wouldn’t drink soda but since it was your first night on your cruise you decided why not. You shuffled over to an empty table carefully, not wanting to spill your food on yourself or anyone else.

But it seemed like the universe had other plans for you because just as a table to your liking caught your eye, a man bumped into your shoulder causing your tray to go flying and all eyes to be upon you two. Multiple apologies spilled out of the man’s mouth but you didn’t listen one bit, anger filling you up at a fast pace. You snatched the now empty tray with soda dripping off the sides and picked up the now dirty medium rare steak you were just about to devour. You ignored the man completely, rushing towards the garbage bin and tossing the tray on top of the other dirty ones. For the rest of the night, you stayed in your room and decided to just order in room service. And mentally praying to not bump into that same guy, despite you never looking at his face or even getting his name.

The next morning, the sounds of the crashing waves and morning sunshine seeped through to greet your tired self. Turning your back to the sun, a low grumble escaped your mouth as you stretched across the king sized bed lazily. you reached over for your phone, checking the time and deciding to roll out of bed before breakfast ends in thirty minutes. you quickly brush your teeth as you slip on some cat slippers, fixing your hair quickly before slipping out of the door and over to the breakfast hall in your pajama shorts and baggy tee.

as you sip on your coffee, you check your messages and play back your friend in 8ball since you fell asleep on her last night. you smiled as a piece of bacon entered your mouth, savoring the delicious food your stomach has been craving since last night. but your smile soon faded as a voice startled you from your deep interest into your game. you looked up to the man standing across from you at your table, wondering why he was coming up to you.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you like that.” he started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i just wanted to say sorry for yesterday.” you cocked your head to the side, wondering what he meant. “for spilling your food and stuff.”

you felt the tips of your ears heat up in annoyance. why was he speaking to you? why not act like it never happened? you just nodded, swallowing your last bit of bacon and taking your tray and walking away from him without a word.

for the next week, you saw the man everywhere. you saw him at meals, during some activities you attended like a small pottery painting class and even to watch a small nirvana cover band. it was annoying- his face made you irritated. sure, him bumping into you wasn’t on purpose but it did start your little vacation off to a bad start. and for that, all you wanted was to push him out of your mind. but him being at every corner made it quite impossible to do so. out of the hundreds of people on this cruise, why did he keep popping up?

during your second week, you took yourself to the pool on the fourth floor and decided to bask in the sun for a while as you watched some movies on your iPad. sipping on your smoothie from a pineapple, you jumped slightly in your chair as a jump scare came up on the horror movie you were watching. you looked up through your shades as a figure approached you, wondering who it could be. but, of course, it had to be the man you did not want to see.

“dude, what do you want?” you groan, rolling your eyes at him evidently.

he crossed his arms over his chest, his hands clutching a similar pineapple drink. “i could ask you the same. you’re everywhere i go!”

you shrug your shoulders, going back to watching your movie. but before you could put in your headphones, he spoke up again. “all i wanted was to say sorry that day and you were rude.”

you closed the case of your iPad, not wanting this conversation to go any further. “i came on this cruise to get away from life since everything seems to not be in my favor lately. and the very first day i get a delicious meal spilled on me. sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it ruined my mood.” you stood to your feet, packing your tote bag and getting ready to go anywhere but here. “i think i’m entitled to be a bit bitter about the situation considering you’re also everywhere despite there being so many people on here. just do me a favor and ignore me please. thanks in advance.” and with that, you walk away.

later that night, you sit out on the chair on the deck with a small glass of red wine in your hands. you watch the moon’s reflection in the water as the boat moves at a consistent pace, the vocals of frank ocean filling your ears as he plays aloud from your phone in your lap. you hum along to White Ferrari as it starts up, a small smile tugging to the corner of your lips.

being on the cruise was, although annoying at times, relaxing and exactly what you needed. you never spoke to anyone unless someone started up conversation with you first; you didn’t really see the need to make friends for four weeks to potentially never see them again. so you just looked at the daily schedules posted by the elevators and decided if you would attend something that day or not, and if not you would relax by the pool or just nap and catch up or start some new shows. it was nice. and it definitely helped ease your tension and forget about your ex. who, while on vacation, has not texted you at all. which is normally unlike him. he usually texted you at least once a day, even after your breakup. he’d say things like, “hope you’re doing well” or “have a good day!” with occasional small conversations here and there. but since the cruise: nothing. nada.

a figure walking up to the railing knocked you out of your daze. it was nearing midnight and you didn’t expect to see anyone out, but here someone else was. you averted your gaze before looking back at the man, hearing him hum along as well. you took a sip of wine as you stared at the strangers figure, wondering why it looked familiar.

“i can feel you staring.” the man spoke, turning his head to meet your gaze.

when his eyes met yours, you rolled your eyes and looked away. it was the same man from earlier, the one that seemed to follow you everywhere.

“relax, i came out here to get my mind off of some stuff.” he said as he turned his head back around, humming to the song.

you nodded, staring out at the water in silence. the once tense atmosphere started shifting as the sounds of the waves and Super Rich Kids meshed together beautifully, making you both feel somewhat at peace in that very moment. several songs later your glass started to get near empty, signaling it was time for you to get back to your room. but not before your curiosity struck.

“what’s your name anyway?” you asked the stranger as you stood up from your seat.

he turned around to look at you, then looked around to see if you were speaking to anyone else. when his eyes met yours once again, he pointed towards himself and mouthed ‘me?’. you nodded, a small laughter leaving your lips. he was shocked you took the initiative to even speak to him first.

“it’s vernon.”

the next morning, you saw vernon sitting by himself having breakfast. normally, you’d just pass him by but you felt pulled towards his table as you were looking for somewhere to sit. you pulled the chair backwards with your cat-slippered foot, taking the seat across from the man staring at you with curious wide eyes. he just looked at you, mouth full of a piece of his bacon, onion, and cheddar omelet. you stared back, sending him a tired smile.

“good morning, vernon.” you said, taking a small sip of your coffee afterwards.

he gave you a small wave, swallowing his food before speaking. “thought you hated me.”

“im doing well, thanks for asking. i hope you are as well.” you shoved a piece of bacon into your mouth and fully swallowed before he could say anything further. “sorry if i’ve been coming across as an asshole. we’re both on this cruise to get away from shit so, i could’ve lightened up. i’m sorry. truly.”

he just nodded as he listened, taking sips of his orange juice. his eyes glanced down to your feet, noticing your cat slippers that you always seemed to wear in the mornings. “cute cat slippers.”

you glanced down at them as well, smiling proudly at them. “thanks, i got them because they look like my cat back at home.”

his lips curved into a smile, his eyes lighting up at the mention of your pet. “what’s their name?”

for the rest of the morning, you both sat there telling each other about your pets at home and sharing photos and videos with one another. you also got to know a bit about one another as well, mainly about your favorite movies and disney characters. you also teased him a bit for liking orange juice with some pulp, but not for too long because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. after being kicked out of the dining area, you both made ways to your rooms and said to see each other around later in the day.

the next few days, you both ended up spending time together at meals. you saw vernon at other places as well like the pool, the deck, and other mini activities you attended from time to time. you would nod awkwardly at each other, sometimes with a smile or a wave. but always kept your distance as to give each other the needed space you both wanted on this getaway.

until one afternoon at the pool where it was more cloudy than sunny, the sky threatening to downpour at any given moment. but you still laid out on a random chair, listening to frank ocean as you lost yourself in the thoughts your mind were occupied with. vernon was at the pool as well, his feet dipped into the pool and swinging them back in a forth slightly. he glanced over at you, watching you curiously as you stared up into the darkening clouds. everytime you came to the pool you never got into the water, only sunbathed and did whatever you did on your iPad. he wondered why. so he got up and made his way over to you, hoping it’d be okay if he asked.

you looked over to the man walking over to you with an awkward smile, waving at him. “hey, what’s up vernon?”

he greeted you, a small smile on his face. “how come you never get into the pool?”

you shrugged, looking back up to the clouds and away from his gaze. “i have no one to play with in the water, so why go in?”

he nodded, feeling droplets fall onto his bare back. you scrunched your nose up as a raindrop fell onto the tip of your nose, vernon smiling as you did so. he found it kind of cute. he looked up to the clouds, squinting his eyes as another droplet fell but on his eyebrow. “we should probably head inside, looks like it’s gonna rain any second now.”

and, as if on cue, you both run inside with your items as the rain starts to downpour on you. laughter echoes the halls as you run inside, both of you semi-soaked from the weather. vernon stops running by a pair of elevators, pressing the button and following in behind you. coincidentally, you both press the same floor button. your eyes meet in a confused exchange.

“you’re on the third floor too?” you ask. he nods, causing you to let out a soft chuckle. “and we’ve never bumped into each other on the floor. odd.”

“odd indeed.” he replied, standing forward and awaiting for the doors to open.

you did the same, fiddling with the bag in your hands. but something lingered in your mind: whenever you both went your separate ways at night, you assumed he was going to his room. so if he wasn’t going there, where else would he go at night?

the doors opened with a ding that startled you out of your thoughts, making you blind a few times to push yourself back into reality. you follow behind vernon and go to say goodnight until you notice him walking towards the direction of your hallway. you cock your head to the side, grabbing his arm to stop him.

“your room is in the 350’s?” you asked, and he nodded.

“what the fuck? how have we never bumped into each other?” you meant to say as a statement, but it came out more as a question.

he just laughs, walking in the direction of your rooms. “no clue. but i normally play with my band until three in the morning so unless you’re out that late, that probably explains it.”

you stop in your tracks, hanging your mouth wide open for dramatic effect. vernon noticed you stopped walking beside him, wondering why that was. when he turned and noticed your expression, he let out a dry laugh. he sent you an expression, wondering why you were so shocked.

“you have a band and didn’t tell me?”

he nodded, a small yeah falling from his lips with a playful smile. his laughter filled the hallways as you very gently hit his arm when you started walking next to him again, turning a small corner and seeing your door up ahead.

“we only play some nights, not all though. i like to think we’re pretty good.”

“do you play originals?”

he shakes his head, stopping in front of a door you assumed to be his and taking a key from his wallet. “only covers of maroon 5, the beatles, and nirvana.”

it was your turn to laugh now. “three completely different genres from three completely different generations.” he rolls his eyes, unlocking his door. “i’d love to hear you sing some time.”

he leans against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest. “i don’t sing, i play guitar.”

you smile at him, clapping your hands together. “can i hear you play?”

“sure, come here us play tonight on the lower deck.”

that night, you change into casual clothing and take a seat in the crowd. there was a small group of people watching the already-started performance, hearing a soft angelic voice through the mic as an acoustic guitar accompanied the stranger. behind the guitar was vernon, his eyes staring down at his fingers to make sure he didn’t fuck anything up. him and joshua were new to performing in front of crowds, only doing this to help them get by with their rising rent. it was a nice pass time that he thoroughly enjoyed, and doing it with his best friend was even better.

you ordered a drink from the bar and sat back down in your seat at an empty table, smiling as you watched vernon play frank ocean’s Ivy. you were expecting another song from the three artists he mentioned, but to hear frank ocean was a surprise to you. nonetheless, you enjoyed the performance. you smiled at the two friends jamming to their own musical covers, seeing their evident happiness made your heart melt. minutes turned into an hour and before you knew it, their performance was over. you clapped along with the rest of the crowd, smiling at both of the men thanking everyone.

you laughed as you noticed vernon’s shyness- he never failed to come across as adorable to you. his eyes scanned the crowd, noticing you in a back corner and feeling his ears heat up. he secretly hoped you enjoyed the performance, mainly Ivy considering he purposely played it for you. when you started making your way towards him, he felt his heart rate quicken. he wasn’t sure why, but it did.

“damn, you play pretty good.” you confessed, your finger wrapped around a wine glass half full of red wine. vernon thanked you as he put his guitar back in its old case, a smile on his face. “i was surprised to hear ivy though, but it was still really good so i’m not complaining.”

he stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and nodding over at his friend flirting with some middle-aged woman in the crowd. his friend nodded back, going back to his flirtatious conversation with another random lady. vernon looked at you, noticing you watched him intently as you downed the last of the alcohol.

you both walked back to your room, gushing to him about how well he did. you would’ve stopped minutes ago, but the way he got shy was cute to you. so you continued to do so till you both stopped in front of your door. he just listened, saying thank you as his cheeks rose in color.

“you’re cute when you get shy.” you added, grabbing your keys from your pocket. he nodded, not even able to get out a simple ‘thank you’. “also, one last thing, why'd you play Ivy? thought you only played specific artists and frank ocean wasn’t one you mentioned.”

“i wanted to impress you, to be honest.” vernon confessed, his eyes never leaving yours.

it was now your turn for your cheeks to heat up, making you fiddle with your thumbs. “ah, i’m not special though. but thank you, i really liked it. a lot.”

the silence was a bit awkward yet lifting. you avoided his gaze as you stared down at the flooring until you felt his index and middle finger under your chin, making your eyes fall upon his.

“sorry, um, did i make you uncomfortable?” he questioned.

you shook your head, a smile spreading across your lips. “can you kiss me already?”

he nodded eagerly, making you let out a tiny laugh before his lips crashed onto yours hungrily. it was nice, the way his lips synched with yours automatically and his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him. everything was smooth, almost like it was meant to happen. minutes passed before the opening of a door down the hall startled both of you, making you both pull away before anyone could notice what was happening between you two. you both stared up at one another, completely shocked at what just happened.

before you knew it, you were pulling him into your room and he was locking it behind himself. you found yourself laid on your bed with vernon hovering over you, his lips finding yours in the pale moonlight instinctively. your fingers ran themselves through his hair, pulling on it gently to hear how pretty his moans would sound. and boy were you right; they were low and had you craving more as each second passed. let’s just say, maybe meeting a stranger on this cruise wasn’t so bad.

for the last week of the cruise, vernon spent every night sleeping next to you. you both never discussed what would happen after you returned to your normal lives, dreading the conversation. instead, you made small memories together. like watching your favorite disney films or having him teach you guitar. granted, you sucked and didn’t improve much but you insisted he still taught you. and he still teased you about it relentlessly, but rewarded you with a kiss to your temple afterwards for your efforts.

you never shared socials or even numbers with vernon, but several months later you still thought about him. you wondered how he was, if he ever left his nursing career and perused music with his best friend. on the last day of the cruise, you both agreed not to say goodbye. you both knew it would sting, so the night before you slept in your own rooms and agreed to leave the boat at separate times. and even though you secretly hoped he would come back that night, he never did. but it was all for the best, anyway. you had just gotten out of a long relationship and he seemed to be struggling as well, so maybe something so small for only four weeks was all you both needed as the perfect distraction. you secretly hoped you would bump into one another again, but considering it had been months it deemed impossible. you just hoped in another universe you both were still together, some way somehow.

[bluejays-and-subways]

Emmet with an S/o who mimics the way he talks

Tws: Mentions of past bullying

I got hella excited and this came out a lot longer than I thought. Oops. Kinda made it more of a combo of a one shot and headcanons?? lowkey might make this a full mini fic if people like it enough lmao.

You had first met the subway boss when a Jotik scurried underneath your foot. You had almost stepped on the poor thing, stopping an inch or two above it. You then quickly scoped it up, holding it in your hands to avoid anyone else from harming the it. It snuggled into your hand, letting out a pitiful "Jol. . ." Before its eyes closed. It must have been exhausted, running around trying not to get stepped on.

You held the Joltik close to your chest as you walked over to one of the people standing by the subway car, instructing people left and right. He seemed to be some sort of boss, or at least a person in charge, based on the way he carried himself. He was rather cute, you supposed. He had kind grey eyes and a bright smile as he talked, but the more he talked, the more you noticed how he talked.

He must have noticed you staring, because he turned to look at you, giving you a smile. You noticed that he seemed tense, his smile straining as he talked to you.

"I am Emmet! You are staring. Do you need something?"

You blinked, a warm flush covering your face as you quickly sputtered out that you found a Joltik running around, and didn't want it to get hurt.

You had barely finished your sentence before the man was now in front of you, his grin relaxing. He reached his hands out and gently pet the Joltik on top of its head. He looked back at you, "I am Emmet! This is my Joltik. Thank you for finding her."

You gave him; gave Emmet a smile and happily returned his pokemon to him. He playfully teased the Joltik, and that's when you noticed another odd thing about how he spoke. When he said very, he drew out his r. It was adorable, admittedly. You had to hide your smile half behind your hand at the touching reunion.

You hesitated before holding out your hand, saying three simple words, "I am y/n."

From then on, the two of you would often times run into each other. You often took the subway to and from work, and always tried to make time to talk with Emmet. He had introduced you to his twin, Ingo shortly after, saying you were the one who reduced Jolly (Which you came to realize was one of his many, many joltiks).

The more you saw Emmet, the more you noticed you began to pick up on his mannerisms. Whenever he would greet you, saying "I am Emmet!" You would always reply back with "I am Y/n!". You even started dragging out the word very!

Mimicking people was something you had done all your life, more often with close friends and family than with people you had only known for a few months. He had never commented on the fact that you did this, and you were partly grateful for the fact. You had no idea how to tell him that you did it because you liked him, because you found how he talked endearing and sweet.

However, that eventually had to change.

The two of you were sitting on a bench. It was a rare moment where Emmet didn't currently have anything to do, and you had the afternoon off. He had been very quiet all day, and when you commented on it, he simply said, "I am Emmet. I do not like being made fun of. Are you making fun of me?"

His voice was so small, so quiet and he refused to meet your gaze. You felt your heart sink. Was he upset because of you?

When you asked him to elaborate, he took a deep breath, sparing a glance at you, "I know I talk weird. People have made fun of me for it all my life. They have always been verrrry mean. Are you making fun of me?"

You felt your heart sink into your chest. You quickly grasped his hands in your own, "I am-" You swallowed your words before letting out a shaky breath, "I like the way you talk. I think it's cute and endearing and so verrry you. I-I've always copied other people when they talk- when I like them and consider them a friend. I'm sorry Emmet, I should've told you about it. I'm verry sorry. Please forgive me."

He was very quiet for a moment before he spoke up, "Do you mean it? Do you like the way I talk?"

You nodded your head without a second thought. He brought you into a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he wept softly. You held him as he cried, murming soft reassurances.

From then on the two of you became even closer. It was now custom to great each other by saying "I am Emmet" and "I am y/n"

He eventually picked up on small habits of your own, startling you one day when he said something you often said. He only gave you a cheeky smile when you stared at him.

Ingo is ecstatic when you and Emmet first go out, and is your number one supporter. He takes you to the side one day and thanks you for making his little brother happy, and that he happily considers you apart of his family as well.

When Emmet asks why you are all teary eyed, you simply say it's allergies.

[aehyei]

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗬? 𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛!

You’ve embarrassed yourself, twice. But Jaehyun doesn’t seem to care, it’s really adorable how red your face is and the stutters you let out.

PAIRING : senior college!jung jaehyun x junior college!reader

GENRE : !fluff, !romcom, !crack, !college!au

WC : 1.90k

WARNINGS : cursing, i think my humour is broken- so uh, just enjoy the mini fic :(

TAG LIST : @nikisimpsharon, @kristyxoxo, @forhaever, @kingjeno423, @furryllamas, @cheezbot, @glbyoon2k, @valentineyun0​, @luvinjeno , @itsanotherme​, @ishokenmei

AUTHOR’S NOTE : requested. (anon: can we have one jaehyun x reader idiots to lovers au? 🥺🥺) hi anon didn’t quite go with idiots to lovers!au, but I still hope you enjoyyyy

“NAME?”

“Kang Y/n.”

“Age?”

“18.”

“Are you single?”

“Ye— wait, why does that matter?”

Jinyoung smiled nervously and coughed awkwardly, going back to his papers, “Never mind. Your number?”. You gave him a suspicious look before opening your mouth to speak when another girl came and pushed him out of the way with a soured expression, “Yah Jinyoung! What the fuck do you think your doing?!”.

He stood up from the floor and whinnied, “I just wanted to help you with your job, noona.”. Chunja continued to scowl at her little brother and shook her head before facing you, “I’m so sorry for my brother here. Did he ask you any weird things?”.

“Well, ummm, he asked if i was single? But it’s fine!” You raised both your hands to shake them and assure her that he didn’t bother or creep you out at all. Chunja sighed and took a pen, scanning your ID seeing that everything is almost filled up except for one, “Ms. Y/n, please write your number over here and again sorry for Jinyoung.”

You shrugged with a small smile and wrote your number, “Please don’t call me Ms. Y/n. It’s kind of weird.” Jinyoung sighed dreamily and stared at you with heart in his eyes, “Your so dreamy and nice and beautiful and kind and smart and—“

Smack!

“Just go to class jinyoung!” Chunja screamed after the already running boy. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing how the siblings interact with each other, “Are the two of you always like this?”.

“Sadly,” she joked while signing your ID, “Having Jinyoung as a brother isn’t really an easy task.”. You thanked her after she passed you your ID, “He seems nice.”

“Don’t be fooled.” She gave you a lazy smile and you finally left to enter the campus.

NCITY University, one of the college universities that everyone wants to enter. Aside from the great education it offers, it also has a lot of cute guys— but of course you came for the education, nothing more.

Everything about here is just so different from where your from. “Oh hi! Are you new here?” A bubbly looking girl with short hair asks you, making you nod and bow a bit at her, “Annyeong Haseyo”.

“Oh, no, no! No need! It’s making me feel kind of old when you do that. I just want to be your friend— wait that sounds creepy.” She stops herself and scratched her head. You chuckled, “Yeah i’m new here! My name is Kang Y/n and your…?”

“I’m Nam Hyunjae! I think your really going to enjoy a lot around here.” Hyunjae giggled and shook your hand. “Oh really? Yeah, I mean I did hear that NCITY is really a great university.” You agreed. “I transferred here a year ago, and then i met 127.” Hyunjae giggled, placing the hair covering her face behind her right ear. You looked like a lost puppy while staring at her back in confusion, “Sorry, what? 127?”.

“I forgot your new, oops!”, she apologized and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, dragging you deeper in the campus, “127 is the what the most handsome seniors here in NCITY call themselves.”

“Hyunjae-ssi, my class is the other way.” You mumbled enough for her to hear, not fully caring about the ‘127’ or whatever these popular boys seems to call themselves. Hyunjae clicked her tongue and pouted, “Lucky you! Your near Jaehyun and Doyoung oppa’s room. I’m from the other side where there are no cute boys at all.”

“Thanks…?” You responded, unsure of what to say and chuckled awkwardly. “Well, you better get going before your professor marks you late. It sucks showing a bad impression on the first day.” The older girl removes her arm around and gave you a ‘fighting’ gesture, “You can do it! I’ll see you later at break.” You grinned back and bowed, running where your classroom is.

Okay, maybe you should’ve asked Hyunjae for directions before running away like that. Because now, your staring at the two doors with sweat falling down from your forehead. Just which one is your class?

“Right seems it…but it could also be left…ugh, shit.” You cursed at yourself silently, tapping your chin and just standing in between the said doors. Maybe it has been an hour, or simply five minutes that felt like an hour before someone decides to help you.

“Ummm, are you okay, Ms.? You’ve been staring at the doors for about five minutes now.” A manly voice broke you from your deep thoughts. “O-Oh, fuck, this is embarrassing! I’m new here and I’m wondering if you—“ Your breath hitched when you decided to face the male, heart suddenly beating like crazy.

“—If I..?” Jaehyun smiled at you in a friendly manner, his dimples popping out. Holy shit. Did you just embarrass yourself in an insanely cute guy?

“I-If u-uh…,” you gulped thickly, more sweat threatening to fall from your forehead seeing how stunning this man is. ‘Be cool’, you reminded yourself, ‘just play it cool’. “I-If y-your single…?” You stuttered out and it did take a couple of awkward silence to make you realize what you had just said.

Oh great, what happened in playing it cool?

“Oh…uh…I am?” He scratched the back of his neck in confusion at your randomness and opened his mouth to speak more when someone else decided to interrupt.

“Oh, Y/n! Why are you still out here? Classes are already starting five minutes ago.” Jinyoung noticed your figure and walked over with a huge cheeky smile on his face. “J-Jinyoung! Hi!” You smiled back and bowed down at him. “I hope Chunja noona didn’t tell you anything bad about me because whatever she said wasn’t true at all. I’m the favourite and better child.” He rambled on then looked at Jaehyun.

“I see you found your friend? I’ll get going then. Jinyoung-ssi, take care of your new friend okay? She seemed really lost.” Jaehyun playfully scolded his junior and glanced at you before entering to the right door. “Alright Jaehyun sunbaenim!” Jinyoung said from behind him then grinning back at you, “Come on, we’re at the same class. There.” He pointed at the left door and dragged you in with him.

Jaehyun. 127 member. Hyunjae wasn’t lying when she said all these boys are cute as fuck.

“Yah, Jinyoung, I said don’t disturb the new student. Aishh...” Chunja groaned, catching her little brother poking his nose beside you to see what your reading in your phone. “Eh noona, i’m not disturbing her! Me and my Y/n are friends now.” Jinyoung smirks at his sister and smoothly draped one arm around your shoulder. You chuckled at their antics and smiled at Chunja, “Yeah, I mean, he did help me get to class. Wanna join us?”.

“Depends. What are the two of you reading?”

“The article about a duck getting pregnant by a chicken.” You answered. Chunja looked confused as ever, but shrugged and sat beside you to read whatever weird shit you and Jinyoung are reading for the past minutes.

“Awwwww, it’s nice to see you made friends!”

You looked up to see Hyunjae with a huge proud grin. She gasped out seeing Chunja and hugging her side, “What a coincidence! Chunnie’s my best friend too!”. Your eyes widened and snorted, “Woah. speaking of meant to be.”

“Babe, I already knew we were meant to meet in the first place.” Jinyoung grinned widely— but when you gave him a sign of disapproval, his face fell. Chunja and Hyunjae scoffed at the same time seeing you decline his flirty state, making you chuckle a bit. “Sorry Jinyoung, I came here to study not to have a boyfriend.” You apologized.

“But is Jung Jaehyun an exemption? Ouhhh, why do all the gils like 127?? How about the guys like me??” He whinnied, crossing his arms and sulking on his seat.

“Wait, you actually talked to Jung Jaehyun? THE Jung Jaehyun?” Hyunjae asked with widened eyes, staring at you in anticipation. You grew silent as you remembered the scene that happened a few hours ago— although you hardly call it a conversation…it was more of embarrassing yourself. “Maybe…?” You said with quite red tinted cheeks.

“God, i’ve been trying to talk to any 127 member for a whole year and they won’t notice me! Congrats! You should ask Jaehyun oppa to set me up with Doyoung oppa.” Hyunjae gushed, giggling to herself as she mentions the guy of her dreams. Chunja stared at her weirdly and slowly shook her head in disappointment, “…Yeah, no. Boys sucks, and trust me, living with Jinyoung is the only proof you’ll ever need.”

“Noona!”

You, and the two other girls bursted out laughing at him, and it just felt right. Well, to be more clear, hanging out with them feels right— your just really happy you met awesome people like them.

NCITY University really is the best out there.

“Is it just me or is Jung Jaehyun keep on glancing where we are?” Hyunjae asked, eyeing where 127 seated a couple of meters away from where yours is. “It’s just you” Chunja answered her without even looking and her little brother nodded his head in agreement. The other girl huffed at the siblings and nudged you, “Well?”.

“H-Huh?” you stuttered out, looking at her in pure confusion before glancing where the said male was located— not fully expecting an eye contact to happen. Your heart started beating faster, thump, thump, thump.

“Oh my god! He’s coming! I think he’s looking at you, Y/n. Damn, remember me when your famous.” Hyunjae squealed when she saw Jaehyun walking towards where you sat. Chunja and Jinyoung lifted their heads at the same time to see what she was talking about and the youngest sibling gasped loudly, “There is just no way that sunbaenim’s gonna steal my Y/n away from me”.

“Jinyoung shut up before i kick your ass. Y/n’s not yours in the first place.” His older sister glared at him.

He really is coming! Play it cool, be cool—

Jaehyun didn’t even give you a glance as he walked pass by you to the vending machine behind your figure. He fished inside his pocket to grab some money and placed it in, picking his drink of choice.

Your face turned more red— but not from being flustered, instead, feeling embarrassed for assuming like that. Hyunjae clicked on her tongue in disappointment that she wasn’t correct and sighed heavily, “Awwww, I thought he was coming for Y/n..”. Chunja simply shrugged it off and continued stuffing her face with the food she bought.

“I knew fate really wants me and my Y/n together.” Jinyoung sighed in a dreamy way while giving you hearts in his eyes, his older sister jabbing him in the side.

“Of course he won’t come to me guys, he’s a 127 member and i’m just a freshman.” You also tried to act like it didn’t effect you in any way, ignoring the bitter feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

What the four of you didn’t notice was the small smirk that came out of Jaehyun’s lips as he overhears your conversation. How cute, he thought. Maybe Jinyoung was right, you are the dream girl every boy wants.

Including what he wants.

© AEHYEI, 2021