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togasbloodbag · 7 months ago

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A Discovery of Old Feelings: Part 1/2?

TW(s): Boys kissing, no smut but suggestive(?) scenes (kind of)

Words: 1,842

Bakugou and Kirishima have been friends since high school. After they graduated and both became full time heroes, they seemed to become more and more distant, hardly talking to each other except for the occasional "Hi"'s and "Hey"'s at hero meetings and patrols where they happened to run in to each other.

Recently, though, Kirishima has been wanting to hang out with the "Bakusquad" again to form a small friend reunion. He had been setting the event up for a few weeks now and had finally found a day where they had all been off of patrol for the night.

(Basically, a short fluff fic where some old feelings from high school come back to bite Katsuki and Ejirou in the ass <3)

6:07 pm

Kirishima was the first to arrive at the designated meet-up spot, not wanting anyone to be lost or think they got the wrong date.

He had chosen a late afternoon beach trip for all of them since it was summer, and had made sure to come a bit later when everyone cleared out as to not draw attention to all the pro-heroes gathering in one place outside of work.

He set out his beach towel and put a small bag down, sitting down as well and waiting for his friends to arrive.

Mina was the first to arrive, beside Kirishima, showing up in a bright bikini with a long but flowy and slightly see-through cardigan-like cover. She was carrying a drink in one hand and a small beach bag in the other.

"Mina! You're here!" Kirishima exclaimed, hopping up from his spot and hugging Ashido once she had gotten over to him.

Mina returned the embrace, giggling a bit.

"Hey Kiri! Nice to see your hugs are still the same." She replied, gaining a small laugh between the two of them.

Mina set her stuff down next to Kirishima's, stretching a bit afterward.

The next two to arrive were Denki and Sero, all of them exchanging embraces and back pats.

Bakugou arrived shortly after, the clock just hitting 6:30 pm.

Kirishima looked over at Bakugou, the rest of the group already getting their covers off and getting towels laid out to get in the water. Ejirou brightly smiled and walked up to Bakugou.

"Hey, Bakubro! What's up, man? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Bakugou glanced up at Ejirou as he put his stuff down, doing his usual eye roll and small scoff.

"Just normal hero work." He replied, the regular raspiness and anger in his tone sounding a bit more calm and collected.

Kirishima chuckled at the males response. He hadn't changed much since high school, except for the fact he could control his anger a bit more now.

A separate bonus was that Katsuki had also gotten jacked. He had biceps that looked bigger than Kirishimas when he activated his quirk, muscles in his arms flexing everytime he even moved, and thighs that looked like they could crush watermelons. (Kirishimas head)

Once everybody finished putting their stuff down and greeting each other, Mina, Sero, and Denki all went running into the water like lunatics. They were screaming and laughing as the two still on shore watched.

Kirishima laughed a bit and threw off his shirt, just in his swim trunks now. "Come on, Kats! Let's go for a swim!" He insisted with another laugh, running into the water with the rest of the squad.

Katsuki stared at Ejirous frame before he had gotten into the water, his exterior staying regular, but his interior literally screaming. Kirishima as well had gotten much bigger than he was in high school, his physique eye candy to the blonde.

Bakugou quickly snapped out of his odd trance and also took off his top, walking into the water and playing around with the squad.

They all goofed around in the water for about an hour before they all got out and started drying off.

8:47 pm

The squad was all packed in Kirishimas Jeep, singing along to songs they knew in high school.

The energy in the vehicle was extremely high with the mixture of the scream-singing from most of the group, Katsuki telling them to shut the hell up over the commotion, and the group bursting out laughing.

After a few more pop songs and death threats from Katsuki, they arrived at a fast food restaurant.

One by one, they exited the vehicle, walking into the restaurant and ordering. The fast food place was quite small and was basically in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't busy at all, nobody except the pro-heroes and workers in the building.

After they got their food and signed a few items from the workers, they sat at a back table and began eating.

Mina started up a conversation.

"So guys, have you been seeing anybody recently? Like, dating wise. I'm curious to see if any of you have picked up a date!" She questioned the boys, giggling a bit as she saw Denki go red.

Sero also noticed Denki's cherry tomato colored face, raising an eyebrow. "What's with the embarrassment, Denki? Been seeing someone recently?" He inquired, taking a sip from his soda.

"What?! Pft- Nooooo! How do you think someone as brain dead as me could pick up a date?!-" Kaminari hurriedly replied, now finding the street outside the window next to him very interesting.

Everybody-minus Denki and Bakugou-looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Sureeee, Kaminari. Who is it, though? Seriously, you can trust us, man!" Kirishima exclaimed, a small crinkle in the corners of his eyes as he smiled wide. A tiny feature that only few would notice.

While the others continued to interrogate Denki, Bakugou stared intently at the red head. He looked like he was studying, analyzing the male.

He didn't even notice how obvious his staring was until Sero nudged him in his side.

"Dude, you look like you're planning Kirishimas death in your head, you look like your planning Kirishimas murder-" Sero asked.

Katsuki quickly looked away, now glaring at Sero. "Shut the hell up, tape dispenser! I'm fine!!" He insisted, quickly putting his head down and covering his flushed face with his arms.

His ears were as red as Kirishimas hair, standing out against the blonde hair of the male.

The group exchanged another questioning glance before Kirishima glanced down at his phone.

Boom Boom Boy 💥: Meet me in the bathroom, dumbass.

As Kirishima glanced up from his phone, Katsuki was already walking to the bathroom.

"Uh- I'll be right back, guys! I'm gonna go check on Bakugou and make sure he's okay!-" Ejirou excused himself and got up from the table, walking to the bathroom.

As the male entered the bathroom, he instantly saw Bakugous shoes from under the stall, the orange and black standing out from the white tile of the restrooms floor.

"Uh.. Bakubro? Are you okay?" The red head questioned, giving a slight knock to the stall Katsuki was in.

Almost instantly, the stall swung open, nearly hitting Ejirou in the face and earning a small yelp from him.

"Katsuk-"

Ejirou was yanked into the stall and was pushed into the corner, a wall behind his back and a familiar hand pressing against his chest.

The red head was met with ruby eyes glaring at him when he glanced down, the bathroom feeling extremely quiet except for Ejirous heavy breathing.

"Katsuki?.." Ejirou asked quietly, his face going slightly red. The bright florescent light shining down on them from above only extenuated the boys flushed face.

"Ejirou, I-" Katsuki cut himself off, scoffing. He seemed frustrated at something, and while Kirishima could usually find out what it was that was bothering him, he couldn't this time.

Katsukis ears went red as he seemed to be looking anywhere in the small stall, but Ejirou.

"Bakugou, if there's something bothering you, you can tell-"

"God, just shut up, Ejirou." Bakugou cut the red head off by slamming his lips against the males, his hands cupping Kirishimas face.

Kirishima froze but quickly kissed the blonde back, melting into the males touch.

The red heads hands found their way to Katsukis lower back, slowly sliding down and picking him up. Ejirou pushed Bakugou into the door, only breaking the kiss for air, then immediately diving back into the blondes lips.

Katsuki was slightly taken aback by the other males eagerness, but also surprised by how easily Ejirou picked the blonde up. He instinctively wrapped his legs around the red heads torso, his arms slinging around Kirishimas neck.

A few moments passed of the two eagerly devouring each other's lips before both of them pulled away and were left panting, lips swollen and red.

"So.." Kirishima mumbled between a few small pants, face flushed as red as his own hair.

Katsukis head rested on Kirishimas shoulder, his arms resting limply around the males neck. He could hear the males heartbeat, which sounded louder than his own heavy breathing.

"Uhm.. So what did you need to tell me..?" Ejirou questioned, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Bakugou scoffed and slightly smiled. "I think you know, dumbass.." The blonde responded, letting out a sigh.

Kirishima let out a small chuckle, carefully letting Bakugou down. "Thought you lost feelings in high school, Kats?" Ejirou teased, his thumb gently resting on the blondes lower lip.

The blonde flushed red and quickly looked away, pushing Ejirous hand away and covering his face with his hands.

"Shut the hell up.." He murmured, his ears changing to a tomato color.

Ejirou barked a laugh, gently patting the blonde spikes of Katsukis hair. "I'm good, thanks though, Kats."

Kirishima replied, taking a step back and sighing.

"Guess we should get back to the group, huh? Y'know, before they get suspicious." Kirishima reminded, unlocking the stall and walking into the main part of the restroom.

"Feel free to come back when you're ready. I'll be with everyone else." The red head told the blonde, splashing his face with water and wiping it off before turning and walking out of the bathroom.

Katsuki walked out of the stall and stared in the mirror, noticing how swollen his lips were. His ears went red as the puffiness wasn't going down.

"Fuck. Tch. Whatever." The blonde took a few more seconds to recuperate before walking back over to the table that his friends sat at.

He didn't know what they were talking about, and honestly didn't care, so he simply plopped down in his chair and took a sip of his soda.

The group gave the blonde a glance, Kirishimas lingering, before returning to whatever they seemed to be talking about.

9:50 pm

After everyone had finished eating and catching up, most had left their separate ways after a few hugs and kisses on the cheek from Mina. The only two people still left on the curbside of the restaurant were Bakugou and Kirishima.

Katsuki seemed to be lost in thought as he intently stared at the sidewalk, but in reality, he was just hoping Ejirou would say something first.

Lucky for Bakugou, Kirishima did, in fact, have something to say first.

Soooooo- First fic on this account! I hope you enjoyed it, also sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling errors, I proof read this like 5 times then had to actually transfer it to Tumblr after it had sat in my notes app for a week!- 😅 Anyways, have a great day, remember to drink water, eat 3 meals, and get enough sleep!! 🫶

(Also, yes, I'm going to make a fic about Shinkami bc of the part at the restaurant :P)

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akingdomofswordsandstories · 4 years ago

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Unrequited

azriel (acotar) x reader

Summary: takes place during acofas, you and Azriel are mates but he doesn’t know it yet, angst, fluff, and everything in between

*Also this is my first imagine ever so I'm sorry if it sucks lol! There will be a part 2 to this, but I am still working on it!!

word count: 3927

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The winter solstice was in a few days and you weren’t sure what to get some of the inner circle. You walked briskly down the streets of the Rainbow, chilled to the bone due to the wind. You had made the dumb mistake of rushing out of the townhouse - to avoid any questions of where you were going - without taking your scarf. Your current outfit, which was a chunky knit blue sweater with leggings and boots, wasn’t enough to keep the chill away. But the cold wasn’t the most important thing on your mind. You had already bought presents for Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain, but that left Cassian, Mor, and Azriel. Mor and Cass would be pretty easy to buy for, but you put it off knowing they would look through your room trying to find their solstice gift. But Azriel, that would be much harder.

Every waking hour, the shadowsinger haunted your thoughts. Something you had come to conclude was unrequited.

You had realized the mating bond between you two before he did.

It had clicked a few months ago while on a diplomatic mission. The aftermath of Hybern had left things chaotic, and if you were being honest, it still was. Rhys decided to send Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and you to travel to some of the other courts to bring back reports on the recovery after the war. However, traveling did have some dangers. While you were on your way back to Velaris from the Winter Court, your group was ambushed by a group of Hybern soldiers who had been hiding out in the mountains. Had it not been for Azriel’s wings shielding you from the initial arrows, you would’ve surely been dead, and that’s when it clicked for you. But like an idiot, you didn’t say anything.

You had thought if the bond had clicked for you, it would've clicked for Azriel too. You realized your mistake when Azriel hadn’t acknowledged any change between you two. You hoped that he would figure it out in the coming weeks, but he didn’t. You knew the same sort of situation happened with feyre and rhys so you still held out some hope. But as the months went by, and you realized the bond still hadn’t clicked for Azriel and it felt too late to tell him.

At least that was the excuse you made up. Truly, you were also afraid of the rejection that could have followed. You weren’t a fool, you knew him and Elain had some sort of connection, and that shattered your dreams even more. The possibility that he wouldn’t accept the mating bond to be with the fair skinned, doe eyed fae. Everytime Azriel was in the same room as Elain, she was the only thing he would pay attention to. During gatherings, you would plaster on a smile and act as if you were happy, but Cassian and Mor, your best friends, could sense your discomfort. They tried to ask you about it, but seeing as you would shut down anything they said, they decided not to pry too much. Amren ended up figuring out the source of your discomfort had to do with Azriel, but kept your secret until you would be ready to share it.

You came to the conclusion that distancing yourself from him would be the best option, so that's what you did.

You walked down the street till you got to one of the finest seamstresses is Velaris. Since you were an artist like Feyre, you decided to draw out a dress and have it made for Mor. The color was blood red, her signature. It was a silk slip dress that would come down to her mid-lower calf and it would be embroidered with a brilliant gold thread. You drew out a pattern of the sun, stars, and moon, which you hoped she would like. To go along with Mor’s dress, you got a jeweler to make a custom necklace and bracelet set to go with it. You designed more dainty jewelry that had gold stars with diamonds, since she was a dreamer.

You decided to design Cassian’s gift as well, creating a beautiful silver and black dagger with a moonstone on the hilt. It was a beautiful dagger, but you also made sure it was usable, because you would hate for it to go to waste. To add onto the combat theme, you also decided to buy him new fighting leathers with touches of red embroidery to match his siphons. Lastly, you bought Cassian a bottle of fae wine, which definitely wouldn't last long.

The last thing you got for all three of you was a friendship necklace. Although that sounds corny, the two of them had become such a positive force in your life and you couldn’t imagine life without them. Keeping with the celestial theme for the friendship necklaces, you bought a sun, a moon, and a star. The sun for Cassian, the moon for Mor, and the star for you. Although they are opposites in some ways, all three need each other, just like the three of you needed each other.

Now that you had gotten Mor’s and Cassian’s solstice gifts figured out, it was onto Azriel’s gift. You honestly had no clue what to get him. Due to distancing yourself, you weren’t sure if there was something that he wanted. You were positively stumped. Lucky for you though, you ended up spotting Mor in another shop a few stores down from where you were, most likely getting the rest of her solstice gifts. You decided to sneak up on her as a friendly prank. Grabbing her shoulders, you yelled in her ear, making her jump.

“Oh mother above, it’s just you, y/n! You scared the life out of me” Mor said.

“Doing some last minute shopping?” you asked. “I could ask you the same thing”. Giving her a playful smack on the arm, the corners of your mouth curled upward, even the simplest remark from her could make you smile.

The two of you were currently standing in front of a jewelry shop, looking at the collections of necklaces and earrings through the window. “Wow” you breathed out “These are all so beautiful”

“Indeed they are, although they’re quite pricey”

“How pricey is pricey?”

She whispered the amount in your ear and you stopped breathing for a second, “Holy Mother wow, that is quite the price tag. At least we can admire it from a far”, you laughed out. Even though you got a very generous salary from Rhys, you still felt guilty spending so much money on materialistic things.

After a moment you said, “Actually, since you’re here, I do need help finding a solstice gift for Azriel”, softening your voice at the end, “Any ideas?” you asked, drawing out the syllables.

“Well, I always get Azriel some cool towels, clothing, or a dagger!” Mor said. A small scoff came out of my mouth as I shook my head and raised my eyebrows. “Fine!” she exclaimed, “I may have overheard him needing a new leather sheath for Truth Teller.” grumbling towards the end. “Oh that sounds great, thank you for the help! Now let’s go off to the closest leather goods store and find a sheath!”.

“y/n! I still have shopping to do” a scowl appearing on her face. “Fine, I guess I’ll just call Cassian, cause his judgement might be better than yours, when it comes to knife related things of course” you said, baiting her.

“Ugh, I hate you y/n”

“I hate you too Mor”

“Fine, let's get going before I change my mind” she grumbled. Then we took off down the streets of the Rainbow to find a sheath.

The task was easier said than done, for you at least. Being indecisive and a major over thinker, you had looked through close to 100 sheaths, but none of them seemed good enough to hold the blade that Azriel never let anyone else touch. Except Elain.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you laid your y/c eyes on the perfect sheath. It had a bright cobalt blue stitching to match Az’s siphons. Along the tip and lining the top of the leather was a thin coat of silver plating with little sapphires embedded in the metal. You quickly snatched it up and paid a hefty price for it, but it was perfect.

“Thank god you finally picked one, it felt like we were in that store for centuries”. Mor sighed, probably a sigh of relief for getting out of the store, “But y/n, it’s perfect, I know Azriel will love it”

“Do you really think so? I just want it to be the perfect gift and I’m scared he won’t like it because what if it’s too simplistic and what if-”

“Hey! It's perfect! Don’t stress too much y/n. And for the record, I think that you’re an amazing gift giver - the amount of thought you put into gifts make it all the better.”

You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks and mumbled a small thank you.

“Anyway while we’re here do you need to get anything to go with your solstice outfit?”

“Oh Actually, I was so stressed about getting everyone’s solstice gift that I forgot to buy my dress” your voice falling off at the end. You felt yourself being yanked to a harsh stop and the saw Mor’s face staring at yours, mouth gaping and eyes wide.

“Are you crazy?? Solstice is in 3 days and you still don’t have anything??? Oh honey, our shopping isn’t done yet.” And with that statement you found yourself being pulled into the nearest dress shop. After trying on nearly 20 dresses you finally found the perfect one, which Mor approved. It was a light blue silk dress that was more fitted at the top but flared down at your waist. It had a cowl neckline, a slit going up the side to the mid upper thigh, and accentuates your curves beautifully and has a slight shimmer to it. You looked ethereal in it

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After your exhausting day of shopping, you couldn’t wait to get out of the cold. You swiftly walked back to the townhouse. Once inside you made your way to your room to set down the gifts, change your clothes, and grab your book. Then you quietly headed down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea and sat on the couch to read. The house was quiet since all of the others decided to go to Rita’s tonight. You decided to stay home for some much needed relaxation. You opened your book and started reading. After a few hours, you felt your eyes drooping and eventually, sleep consumed you.

The loud noise of the front door caused you to stir and your eyes fluttered open. You were too exhausted to look so you just laid your head back down and tried to go to sleep. You could hear Mor whispering something and then felt yourself being lifted off the couch and being held close to a chest with your blanket still draped on you.

“Cass?” you whispered hoarsely along with a string of incoherent words

You heard a slight laugh “Not Cass but It’s ok, go back to sleep”. Then you felt yourself being gently placed on your bed and the sleep hit you before you could mutter a thank you.

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The sun was setting towards the sea as you sat in the sitting room of the town house. You were in your blue silk dress with a glass of wine in your hand. Rhys and Feyre were by the mantel, quietly talking while Mor and Amren were across the room. Near the window I saw Elain, and from the corner of my eye I could see Azriel making his way towards her. My face fell but I quickly plastered on a smile, not wanting to concern anyone. Especially since today was also Feyre’s birthday and we had planned a surprise for her. Feyre thought she could slip her birthday past us, but we hadn’t forgotten. After a few minutes, Cassian made his way from the kitchen with the enormous cake.

You floated towards Feyre and gave her arm a light squeeze. “Happy Birthday, make a wish before the candles melt!”

She blew out the candles and then we ate cake before opening up the presents.

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Rhys snapped his fingers and piles of brightly wrapped bags and boxes filled up the sitting room. Amren was the first to open her presents. Naturally, everyone got her something jewelry related. Amren opened mine and you saw a wide smile set across her face, she picked up the diamond necklace and nodded a ‘thank you’ your way. You returned the gesture back, a small smile forming on your face.

Next, Cassian handed Mor her present from him and she pulled out a-. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He bought her red lingerie. Your face turned slightly red, but the Mor said “Don’t let him fool you: he couldn’t think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders. For once in his life, he obeyed them.”

Then, you heard one sharp knock at the door.

Nesta.

You saw Cassian tense up a bit. Nesta walked in, linking arms with Elain. She got a glass of wine before heading to sit in a chair in the back of the room. The silence was deafening. Finally Varian started talking and the present opening resumed.

From Amren, you received a new calligraphy set. It was so beautiful and you loved it. From Rhys, you got some books. It was perfect since you loved to read, and they were ones that you had been wanting to read for a long time. From Feyre, you received a painting as well as a new paint brush kit.

Cassian made his way to you and set a gift down in your lap. You opened the dark blue box that Cassian had placed in your lap. He had gotten you a sky blue hardbound journal with a gold embossed star on it. You desperately needed a new one, and this was perfect. You walked over and gave him a hug, whispered “Thank you, I love it.”.

Next you opened Mor’s present. You nearly choked when you saw what she got you and your whole face heated up. She got you a matching navy blue lingerie set like the one Cassian bought her.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too sure what to get you so I thought we could twin”. You looked around the room and saw the others holding in their laughs. You could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red on Azriel’s ears. You just smiled and mouthed a silent “I’m going to kill you, but thank you” at her.

There wasn’t anything from Azriel. Your heart twinged. Had you not been important enough? It was just a present you reminded yourself, fixing your composure before handing Cassian his present.

He ripped it open like an animal, squealing when he saw it. A promising reaction given the amount of thought you put into it.

“Did you design these? They look amazing!”

“Yeah, I’m glad you like it. It took a long time to figure out what to get for your dumb ass”

“You mean my cute ass”, you smacked his arm and then got up to give Mor her present.

You closely watched her reaction as she opened her dress and jewelry, a large smile spreading across her face.

“You really buy the perfect presents y/n, I love it”.

“Oh Cass, Mor. One more thing.” You pulled out the small boxes with the friendship necklaces and bracelets handing it to them. “This was just a little something extra I thought of, I hope you like it”. You knew you would have started stuttering and crying if you had said the meaning to them, so you just handed them notes instead. They read over them, eyes glossing over, and pulled you into a hug.

“This is the only time I’ll wear jewelry” Cass stated, causing you to chuckle

Then Mor said, “I am never taking this off” causing you to laugh again.

Finally, Azriel opened up his presents. He had opened up all the others. All that was left was yours and Elain’s gift to him. He found his way to your present first, opening it.

“A new sheath for Truth Teller. I heard you needed a new one” you quietly said.

He held your gaze and smiled, “Thank you, it's great”. Suddenly feeling exposed, you quickly gave him a nod.

Then he went to open Elain’s gift. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” she said.

Silence.

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

You hadn’t heard him laugh before, and mother above it was gorgeous. You had never heard a sound so deep and joyous, a sound which made your heart clench. A part of you wished you were the reason he was laughing. You forced on a smile and spent the rest of the night drinking away the slight pain in your chest.

You were exhausted by the end of the night, sitting on the couch with Cassian and Mor, Azriel and Rhys seated on the opposite side of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement towards the door, and craned your head to see what was going on. It was Nesta making her way to the door. You felt the couch lift next to you.

Cassian. He had swiftly pushed past Feyre and went after Nesta. This wouldn’t end well.

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Cassian had come back quiet and brooding, walking straight to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of liquor. You got up off the couch and followed him straight into the kitchen.

“Cass, let’s take a walk, yeah?”

“I just took a walk”

“It wasn’t a question”. You grabbed a white shawl and his hand and led him outside. “What happened?”

“What’s there to talk about? It was like all the other times. Why did I have to fall in love with someone who doesn't even love me back. Who looks at me like the Illyrian born bastard I am. Who hates the idea of being in the same room as me.”

You grabbed Cass’ hand, lightly squeezing it. “Don’t say that. Nesta, she,” your voice stopping for a second “She’s different. The way she handles pain and copes is different. Give her time. She just needs time. I know how much that may pain you, but you can’t rush healing”

You pulled him into a hug

“And for the record, I know the feeling more than you know” you quietly said “unrequited love”, head pointed at the ground.

Cassian tilted his head down to look at you, his face painted with confusion. You could tell he wanted to know more, but didn’t want to pry too much.

You hesitated before continuing, not sure if you wanted to reveal your closely guarded secret. “I-“ your voice faltering, “I found my mate”. The words seemed to have rushed out of your mouth and tears pricked your eyes as you said that. After months of hiding it, you had finally gotten it off your chest.

Cassian stood shocked, staring at you. “You found your mate? And you didn’t think to tell any of us? How long ago was this”

“I-, I found out who he was around the same time Rhys sent us on that diplomatic mission. And I didn’t tell anyone because he doesn’t even know yet.”

“That was almost 6 months ago, and you didn’t say anything?”.

The tears had started flowing at this point, “I thought he would figure it out. But by the time I realized he wasn’t going to figure it out, it was too late. He had already set his eyes on someone else. And I know I could never compete with Elain, even if I am his mate.” the last part slipped out without you realizing.

“Elain? What does she-“ his eyes widening “Does that mean Az is-“

You slowly nodded, tears welled up, threatening to spill out.

“Oh, mother…”, he pulled you into a tighter hug and that’s when the gates broke. You couldn’t hold back your tears as you sobbed into Cassian's chest, his hand stroking your back.

you must have been there for 15 minutes before you realized the other might start getting suspicious. Regaining your composure, you dried your tears and tried, to the best of your ability, to hide that you had been crying.

Looking back at Cassian, you gave him a slight smile before muttering, “Thank you. I’m sorry for dumping that on you, but please promise me you won’t tell anyone. Please.”

“Of course y/n, and don’t apologize, if it makes you feel better, it helped to take my mind off of Nesta and my own problems, which I desperately needed” he chuckled out.

With the smile still on your face, you linked arms with Cassian before saying, “Oh mother above it’s freezing, let’s get back inside before we turn into popsicles!”

He let out another laugh before the two of you made your way back into the house.

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You walked into the house and your sliver of happiness was crushed as you saw Az and Elain sitting at the table smiling and laughing quietly to themselves. Elain had her sketchbook out, showing Az her plans for the garden.

Your distraught had been clear to anyone who saw your face, and you were too tired to realize you weren’t able to hide it fast enough. Not being able to view the scene anymore, you quickly got up, muttered happy solstice, and grabbed your coat and purse before heading out the door to your apartment.

While walking home, you were consumed by your thoughts. You hated the pangs of jealousy that coursed through you. You often found yourself jealous of her soft spokenness and kindness. You also found yourself jealous of her effortless beauty. It was something that kept you up at night. She was so likeable and easily approachable, something you wished you were.

You were so drowned in your own thoughts that you hadn’t noticed a male following you till it was too late. One of his hands clamped on your mouth while the other grabbed your waist and pushed you into the nearest alleyway.

The male pulled out a knife and your tears started to fall. You were terrified about what he would do to you. This could be the last time you would have seen your family. You were struggling and kicking against him but it was no use. Your senses were groggy from the alcohol and drowsiness.

You had been so stupid to walk home alone at 2 in the morning. No matter how angry you were, you should’ve just stayed at the town house.

Before you could realize what was happening, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your side.

The sound of a clatter.

Receding footsteps.

A crimson stain blooming.

Your body crumpled to the ground and your vision started blacked out. This was it. Nobody could hear you and nobody could save you.

#azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar #azriel #cassian #imagine #sarah j maas #azriel acotar x reader

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hamsterboos · 3 years ago

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Shining in the Darkness

I've had to rework this plot about 3 times because I started this earlier this year and then restarted it a few weeks ago and then re-restarted it yesterday lmao I hope you guys like it

Word Count: 1699

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Rowaelin Month Masterlist

Day 13 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Florist/Tattoo shop AU

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“Ugh,” Aelin groaned, “look at them pretending to be all high and mighty with their all-black, emo, punk tattoo shop.” She turned away from them in annoyance, instead taking in the bright and beautiful flowers around her.

“I mean, I hope you didn’t expect a tattoo shop to be all sunshine and rainbows,” Elide laughed as she wiped down the counter where bouquets were made.

Aelin sent her a withering glance. “You’re only saying that because you’ve been staring at Mr. Tall-and-Dark ever since they started moving in.”

Elide sent her a sweet smile in response. “As if you haven’t been staring at Mr. Tall-and-Blond? Plus, this is the perfect opportunity to go get that tattoo you’ve been talking about for ages.” Elide gasped and suddenly pointed the rag at her, “You should go by and give them a welcome present! It’ll brighten that dreary place up too!”

Aelin glared at her, “Don’t you have some work to do?”

“Uh-huh, sure, kick your favorite cousin out for having such a brilliant idea.”

Aelin rolled her eyes at her, “Aedion’s going to take offense to that. Technically, you aren’t even my cousin.”

“I don’t care, and Aedion can suck it,” Elide cackled. “Go get them one of the potted plants. Probably a succulent or two, since it doesn’t look like they can keep anything else alive,” she said as she walked into the storeroom to take inventory.

Aelin sighed as she turned back around to watch the two men wipe down the clear glass panels and windows of the store. Her floral shop, Kingsflame Florals, was right across from The Cadre, a tattoo shop that was apparently opening tomorrow, and she was understandably frustrated at how everytime she looked out her own shop’s glass panels, she saw the dark and gloomy exterior of The Cadre. There was enough darkness in her own brain over the last few years after her parents had passed away that she didn’t exactly need to see it constantly as soon as she looked out of her shop, but Aelin also knew that it was strictly her problem and that she really couldn’t take it out on the shop owners.

Elide was right, though. The only decent thing about the entire place was the fact that there was a Mr. Tall-and-Blond, except his hair glinted so brightly under the sunlight that it looked almost like platinum silver. Even from across the street, she could see his muscles rippling under his black shirt as he wiped down the windows, (this man did not care about the burning sunlight, and she had no idea how he could bear it), and Aelin could see the vague swirls of a tattoo down his arm and on the back of his neck. If she was being honest, she wanted to go see the design up close, maybe get some inspiration for what she wanted, but did she really want to deal with all that doom and gloom?

As she chewed on her lip, she decided that maybe her parents were worth facing that - and she would never admit it, but Elide was onto something with giving them succulents -, and so she turned back around and picked up one of their potted succulents that was there especially for the store. Aelin grabbed their water sprayer, gave it a few spritzes, fluffed her open hair, smoothed down her blouse, and walked out the store.

“Hey, neighbor,” she called out as she crossed the road. Aelin was definitely feeling slightly intimidated by how black everything was, but she could deal. She was out of her emo-depressed phase after her parents had died, and a black tattoo shop couldn’t change that.

The dark-haired man wasn't there, but the man with the silver hair turned around, and she was weirdly excited to realize that he had bright green eyes. It was like a surprise of sorts - the man who seems to prefer black had silver hair and green eyes, exactly the opposite of his personality. He was incredibly attractive, though. Gorgeous eyes, pretty hair, sharp jawline, and the tattoo swirling up his neck, almost creeping up his jaw.

“Hello,” he responded, a slight tilt to his words thanks to an accent. Aelin blinked at first, trying to remember how to breathe again because holy crap, the man was suddenly even more attractive, and this was so not fair.

She put on her best, charming smile as she responded, “Welcome to the street. Your shop looked a bit too doom-and-gloom so I decided to bring over some flowers from my shop!”

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the plant in her hands. “Doom and gloom?”

“Well, yeah, your entire shop is black, which is quite an achievement honestly. How do you make something so dark when the front part of the shop is entirely glass which lets all this sunlight in?” she joked, but from the way his lips turned down into a scowl, she figured he didn’t exactly share the same sentiments.

“It’s a tattoo shop,” he stated in a manner-of-fact tone, “so yes, it’s a lot of black.”

“Um, right,” she awkwardly responded, her bravado effectively gone, “I just wanted to come by and give you a succulent to keep at the desk. I’m Aelin, by the way, I own Kingsflame Florals.”

He looked down at the plant again before looking back up at her. “I figured you owned the shop, but I’m Rowan. You can come in, if you want, and show me the prime location for that so it doesn’t look all doom-and-gloom.”

“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

“Not at all,” he responded with a wry smirk on his face. He opened the door to the shop, and she followed him inside, immediately blasted with the cold air from the air conditioner.

She took the chance to look around the shop, and she was taken aback by the variety of designs posted around the walls. There were the simple designs like flowers, birds, dreamcatchers, and butterflies, while there were also insanely intricate designs of swirls and lines that created abstract art and distinct images, and all of it was just pure talent.

"These designs are beautiful," she breathed, setting the succulent down near the computer.

"Thanks," he replied, leaning an arm against the desk. "Interesting?" he asked, and Aelin could tell from his expression that he expected her to say no.

"Yes, actually," she replied with satisfaction as she watched Rowan's eyes widen slightly. "My cousin says that your shop opening up here is a prime opportunity for me to get the tattoo I've been talking about for ages."

"What’s stopping you from becoming our first customer then?" Rowan asked. Aelin shrugged.

"Lack of inspiration, I suppose?"

"Any ideas about what you want it to be?” Aelin shook her head, to which Rowan continued, “A reason behind getting the tattoo might help with the overall design.”

"We're not that close for me to share that part of my life with you."

"Really? I'd say these past five minutes makes us best friends," he spoke, leaning into her, mischief shining in his eyes.

Stifling a snort, Aelin rolled her eyes. “You should already know my tragic backstory then.”

“Same for you, Ms. Flowers,” he responded.

“No, but you see, I never claimed to be your best friend.”

“Ouch, that hurt,” he responded, a hand covering his heart with fake pain. Aelin’s lips quirked upwards at that with the realization that they had been leaning into each other during that entire conversation, and she was flirting with this man. She hadn’t even noticed how dark everything around her was because within that darkness was this man with bright green eyes that reminded her of pine trees from back home and silver hair that glowed like the moon,

“Fair enough,” she laughed lightly. “It’s for my parents. The shop was actually my mom’s idea for something to keep them busy after they retired, but they, uh, died in a car accident a few years ago. They never got to open it, so I did,” she said, looking out the clear panels to her own shop. It was years of hard work and pain, but she’d gotten through it. “I always wanted to get a tattoo, but now it’s more for them.”

She looked back at Rowan and was surprised to see that there wasn’t any pity shining in his eyes. No, it was understanding and compassion. He understood her decision, and it wasn’t something a lot of people were able to relate to. They would simply pass it off as a nice gesture she wanted to do, but it went deeper than that. It was a way to ensure she would never be separated from her parents, and from the way Rowan had let himself smile genuinely in front of her, she knew he understood.

“The tattoo you were staring at earlier,” he started, pointing a finger at his neck, and Aelin flushed realizing that she hadn’t been as subtle as she thought she was, “is about my wife and daughter that had passed away, also in a car accident. I understand your need to connect to them, so how about I draw something for you? You can take a look at it and make any adjustments as needed, but I can help you start off with something.”

Aelin looked at him, and she slowly exhaled a breath because maybe this was exactly what she needed. “Okay. I wanted it on my ribcage, if that works?”

“Yeah, of course, just be aware that you will have to at least take your shirt off,” he teased, and Aelin was so shocked that she barked out a laugh.

“Wow, Rowan, at least buy my dinner first.”

“Happily,” he replied.

Aelin sent him a bright smile, and she knew that she was never going to live it down from Elide that she had gone to the tattoo shop with the intentions of giving the grumpy men a succulent and had instead left with the man’s phone number and a beautiful tattoo design amazingly created with Old Language letters and a Kingsflame flower.

#rowaelin month #day 13 #rowaelin #aelin x rowan #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #floral/tattoo shop au #romance #comedy

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sadlysoulx · 4 years ago

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS GOING TO IKEA

Part 2 (w/ Hinata, Kageyama, Sakusa, Oikawa, Ushijima and Tendou)

I really really like the idea of haikyuu boys going to Ikea, the part 1 is on my account so pls feel free to read it. As u can see. . . Double post😏😏😏 I want to spoil y'all coz ur my bbs😌✨ please enjoy ❤️ THANK YOU FOR 49 FOLLOWERS 😭💓✨

Hinata

Please this ball of sunshine's never been excited to go to a furniture shop

He likes it because he loves picking up mysterious tools.

GURLLL, THE MOMMENT YOU STEPPED IN IKEA HE GOT LOST😭

You got so nervous coz you can't find your boyfriend in the sea of people.

That is until the speakers blared out, saying:

"L/N Y/N, please come to the office, your child has been found,"

And you were like: wait I have a child???👀👄👀

But then you figured it's probably Hinata

So you went in the office to see Hinata pretending to crying his eyes out

And then when he looked up, he said to the staff:

"yeah. . . That's my mom,"

You:👁️👄👁️

Employees:👁️ᴗ👁️

Hinata: 👁️〰️👁️

After that, you made sure Hinata doesn't leave your sight.

He sat in that cart where your supposed to hang the yellow ikea bag.

Hinata likes to point to things you don't need and tries to convince you to buy them.

"Y/N. . . Please! Look it's so cool, you just have to spin this and then your pencil would be sharpened!"

"Ooooooh! Y/N we need to get that folding table!"

"WOW! Y/N, Y/N, babe! Look at that sofa that can turn into a bed, let's have one!"

But ofcourse you didn't buy them🙅

After buying things you need, you went to the Ikea food court to have lunch.

This baby likes the kiddie meal where you are given a colored plate filled with nuggets and french fries.

Please, Kuroo and Bokuto had a huge influence on him since they also like kiddie meals.💀

He also likes the Ikea meatballs<3

But then after that, he convinced you to let him go to the Ikea Kid playground.

Since he's a small baby, the Ikea staff let him in😭😭😭

(pretend there's no height limit)

Your watched through the window outside as he played.

He settled in the pool of plastic balls playing with other kids.

And then he went up climbing the big dust pan with those ropes and surrounded by plastic balls😖

He watched cartoons with other kids❤️

But then he immediately went out because he made a kid cry by accidentally cursing at them💀

Hinata may be a fluff ball but sometimes Tsukishima is a bad influence for him 🤦🏻‍♀️

Kageyama

ಠ_ಠ expression always on

When you wanted to show him something and ask if it's nice, he would nod and just be like: ಠ_ಠ

Seriously, when you show him a kitchen knife, he would nod and say:

"It's nice you should buy it,"💀

When you show him a useless kitchen tool, he would nod and say to buy it.

Help this boi✋🏻😭

He doesn't know how to shop😭

Buuuuut when it comes or the bedroom area, he would sit on it and lay down.

Kageyama would drag you on the bed and make you lay down beside him, not caring if people gave you weird looks❤️

He keeps on insisting to get a new matress because the one he's laying on is soft.

And then he mentioned how you need to buy a new bedframe because the both of you broke the ones in the house.😃

BECAUSE YOU WERE JUMPING ON THE BED SEEING WHO CAN JUMP THE HIGHEST.

He was bored whenever you stop by to check something out

So he stands behind you like🕴️

And one time he accidentally made a kid cry😭

He just tried to make the baby laugh with "funny faces"

But then he ended up making them cry¯\_( ˘_˘)_/¯

You know that part of Ikea where there are really tall shelves with full of boxes?? Yeah that one

It's so adorable how he looks up at them with his chin up in the air like how a child would look up on an airplane 😖❤️

Oh yeah and he insists on buying those cute tent playhouse 🎪. 😃

He even begs on his knees for you to accept to buy it.

When you stopped to eat, he wants to push the food cart for you, he find it exciting to out on the trays of the cart😣

he always go back to the line to get another carton of milk

He came back 3 times, back and forth just to buy another milk🤦🏻‍♀️

Kageyama likes the yogurt that Ikea sells, he likes the strawberries and berries decorated on top of it.

He doesn't have his own plate of food, he wants to share with you✌️

Sakusa

He doesn't want to go

But reader-senpai is so stubborn so you insist

He didn't want to go so you finally gave up, leaving him in your shared apartment.

But then at the last minute, he said he wanna come.

Yoomi-bby doesn't want people to touch you or even ask for your number.

What's his is only his so no SHARING 😤

He always scolds you on stop picking up things on everything you see.

So every time you drop the item, he sprays your hands with alcohol

Coz he doesn't want his baby to be sick😪

But when the both of you reached the bathroom/toilet models, he literally switched.

He finds them interesting😃

Like how the bathroom models are beautifully designed.

He finds it funny when the inside of the toilet is covered with plastic, so no one would really poop or pee in it

He laughs so cute 😖❤️

He laughs for straight 2 minutes and you don't really care, he's just adorable.

Please he collects Ikea pencils 😭

He takes more when he saw another Ikea pencil and ruler stall.

And then take some random paper and draws on it out of boredom.

He drew you😞

It wasn't the best but it's cute how he tries hard.

Kiyoomi also find the chair sections interesting.

He likes the rocking chairs and said that he would get one

How could you say no?❤️

He payed for it easily and it would be delivered in the apartment this night.

💸RICH BOI 💸

When you are in the rugs and mats section, he likes touching the furry ones

"Look Y/N! it's really soft. . . Touch it,"

But then he told you to leave the area immediately because it smells weird👁️👄👁️

It came from those leather and those cow skin looking matts💀

When lunch rolls by, he likes to watch kids playing in the playground 😣

He eats fancy so don't be surprised if you see him use knife and fork so expertly and eat steak with some sauce.

He gets so excited when going home because he can finally set up the rocking chair 💀

Oikawa

He loves shopping!

I can sense it, he radiates the vibes, you can't change my mind.

He picks up everything he sees and put in the cart.

And you have to get those things from the cart and put it back because you don't need them💀

He whines about how he needs all of them

And you have to remind him that they would just stay in the storage room like how the other things ended up he brought last time.

But nuh-uh

🎶He sees it, he likes it, he want it, he got it🎶

🎶I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it🎶

"Y/N-chan, I'll buy it with my own money! You don't have to worry about it!"

You know what are the things he buys?

A whole chandelier, an emergency lamp that charges by spinning the ledge, a WHOLE cabinet, some kitchen utensils–he doesn't cook💀 and some more things. . .😐

He actually bought the whole Ikea 😭

But then he came up to you and ask if you can buy him those dog stuff toys.

He pouted for it.

You gave in and bought two stuff toys for you and him❤️

And then you remembered why he asked you to buy it for him when he had no problem to pay the expensive things he wanted.🙄

"So that it would be special, Y/N, look it came from you!"

He likes the candle section.

He specifically likes the scented ones.🕯️

Oikawa keeps picking them up and smelling them😭

He ended up adding to cart once again🤦

He made a delivery truck deliver all the things he bought to your house.

Ofcourse he would, he 💸rich💸

After that you both ate

And he just had to insist on you feeding him because he wanted to make the lonely teen across him jealous 😭😭😭 slskskjfgh

He likes the bread bowls

No he doesn't put soup in them

He just likes the bread.

You don't have to go back to Ikea for a whole year because you remembered Oikawa bought the whole store.

Ushijima

He just follows you everywhere, stoic and not saying anything 😐

When you stop to check on something he'll be like🕴️behind you

He also picks up some things that interests him😖

And if her finds something weird, he'll pick it up also and try to find out how to use it

But he ends up breaking it, so he quickly put it back and walk back to you😭

He holds your hand and look around as if he's a lost puppy ❤️

Waka-waka takes those paper rulers and roll them into a tight roll💀 please I do that everytime

He also collects those Ikea brochures and still takes another one even though you have a lot at home 😃

You know those yellow banners that hung from the ceiling with the prizes labeled on it??

Like kenma from part 1, he jumps and hits it with his fingertips aww

He's a huge baby🤭

Until he breaks it and made it fall on the floor💀

The both of you quickly run away before a staff scolds you both

Everytime other time, out of the blue, he would hug you, telling how much you mean to him😢

You know those fake windows in house models where it's actually just wallpapers lightened up from underneath??

He thrash talked about who taught about it because it didn't look too realistic 💀

He likes the kitchen section because the kitchen tools amazes him nd he cooks in the house,sooo¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ushijima points at the things he find interesting and talk about them to you

"hey. . .Y/N. . . That thing is so cool, it can turn into a bed from a sofa. . ."

ANDDDD

He also likes the outdoor/garden section.❤️

He has his mini garden and he plants succulents😩

So he puts soils and other plant materials he needed for planting like pots and shovels.

He buys you plastic flowers too💀

It's not real but hey! At least it came from someone you really really love😏

He buys you unnecessarily a lot of those too😃

buys you things you needed, anything you want, he'll buy for you. . .

He'll just take out his credit card💳

When lunch comes, he always take the fruit salad because he likes it.

He would also feed you his own food•//////•

Ushjima always likes the fish with that kind of sauce

He shares food

So take it or leave it 😤

Tendou

Baki Baki ni oreeeee~

I love this boi, I don't get why people see him as a monster😤

Oki oki, he is sooooo excited to go around ikea

He takes a lot of the Ikea magazines

"it's free! So why not take many?"

He literally skips around beside you and gets excited over small things

"Ooooooh, Y/N! A rechargable light bulb!"

"Y/N! Y/N! Come here! Look, it's a chandelier that opens and closes!!"

He is very curious about things so make sure you stir him away from the kitchen section because that's where most of the weirdest things are.

Somehow you'd still end up in the kitchen section

He saw this weird looking scissors and he doesn't know what are the other features for.

You told him to drop it because he might hurt himself.

But no, he just had to figure out what is is for💀

He ended up hurting himself from toying around a scissors that separates each leg so that it can become a knife.

Of course he did hurt himself🤦

He run up to you, whimpering

And you just have to scold him😐

One time he got so curious about what that heavy door was for and he opened it

The alarm started going off🚨💀

IT WAS AN EMERGENCY DOOR

You made sure you don't let Tendou out of your sight again

When you stopped for lunch, you let him control the food cart.

But he accidentally pushed an old lady infront of the line with it.

Don't worry Gran is fine👵

What's with Haikyuu characters always liking kiddie meals?!😭

Yeah yeah he likes them❤️

But then when you two settled down to finally eat

He screamed why is his plate color is green, he wants red😭

You told him to finish his food quickly or else you'll leave him there

So both of you finished quickly and Satori wants to go home as fast as possible because he said he has a concert in his shower💀💀💀

My hands hurts😐

Anyways thank you for staying till the end❤️

Every like, reblogs and follow is appreciated 😏

This is my work so please don't steal in any way, not even turning it into a tiktok😐

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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xamaxenta · 3 years ago

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What are all your favorite op ships? And what ones are hard no?

Honestly I ship all of the WBP with Ace excluding Pops (And Teach but honestly man was never a WBP anyway the traitor!!!)

But yea MarcoAce is my number one for sure I just need to figure out how to draw Marco consistently and then we gucci - MarcoAce is 👌🏽 hits that spot for me, the older more mature one hesitating in falling in love but the younger one Ace chasing them pursuing them actively

Like the whole firecracker chasing the old bird? LOVE IT!!!!!

Big fan of LawLu and CobyLu both are veeeery cute anything with Luffy is automatically super cute

Also Corazon and Bellemere for happier modern Aus ❤️ they are cuties bc I love Nami Nojiko and Law and Lami being siblings

ThatchIzou theyre the longest relationship on the moby, married and everything and Ace goes to them for advice on Marco and how to ask him out awwua ThatchIzou is the sexy couple ok i love em

NamiVivi as well like Nami the cat burglar has a PRINCESS wife? The vibes are immaculate here such a powercouple

Ofc FrankyRobin/Frobin i love that funky cyborg man and his equally funky archaeologist wife, they’re that couple you envy for being so adorable and in sync

Deuce/Ace is a new one for me one I didnt expect because Deuce didn’t really appeal to me, Until I drew him and oh man I got it bad for Deuce now and I think they would be very SHY together like first love holding hands and BLUSHING BECAUSE ITS SO LEWD

SanjiZoro (yes) you read that right, I think zoro is a bottom bitch and sanji tops - purely for the fact I like changing the norms up with super popular pairings like them - Sanji gets to feel more idk in control? Like I personally feel Sanji would struggle with loving a man and all the toxic masculinity stuff he cornered himself into, bottom sanji isnt a bad thing and i like the fight he always goes through in letting zoro take control but YOU KNOW WHAT they switch I like healthy zosan sanzo whatever ignore what i was trying to say lol - Omega Zoro tho sets me on fire i love it so much

UsoppSanji - very cute ok I think they are like a basket of kittens - although ZoroSanjiUsopp is UH GREAT??? Usopp thinking he’s not good enough but these two bearing down on their sniper king like YEAH YOURE HOT AF BRO its very bromancy but they also hold hands together and kiss USOPP HAS TWO HANDS

But also Usopp and Kaya is just sweetness

Aaaand uh SengokuGarp (listen IF DRAGON EXISTS I KNOW GARP HAD A LADY BUT SENGOKUGARP IS FUN)

Some pleasure ships that I’m not embarrassed about and love very much haha:

Shanks/Ace, Rayleigh/Ace, Jinbe/Ace, Sabo/Ace or specifically Marco/Sabo/Ace

Not for Me ships

Smoker and Ace, i get it I Really do it so be like that but :/// idk I’ve never been very into Smoker, My gf is obssessed with him🤣 maybe im having lingering hard feelings bc he steals my girl everytime he shows up…. Im kidding Smoker just aint it not when MARCO EXISTS HELLo??? (I also think post time skip Smoker is ugly, his pre timeskip design is wayyyy better)

Sanji Ace - again i totally see the appeal, I also love the idea of all the strawhats having a crush on Ace but thats it just a crush - idk I can’t see Sanji doing one night stands or long distance relationships - he seems like the kind of guy who needs daily affection, love and affirmations and Ace can’t give that to him imo, i think theyre cute and compatible but because of Sanjis nature i dont see it working out, and I dont like long distance relationships due to originally trying so hard in one myself and basically getting neglected (im not saying im projecting but Sanji probably would feel the same, not that Ace is neglectful but it takes time to send letters and travel to see each other on the grandline) - SO TLDR; definitely cute but not for me

- Hard no ships - I dont really have any? Love is love and love what you love haha but I gotta say

Anything with Teach - is he even paired with anyone?

Doflamingo with either Cora or Law is frankly upsetting - he’s a horrible person and I can’t personally see how he’s attractive, he’s repulsive and seeing noncon stuff with him and Law or Crocodile etc is gross

#long post #sorry #xam asks

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 5 years ago

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Thought about something cute like reader and 5sos singing on the same festival and she’s dating cal 😭 and they switch with her guitarist and drummer boy and at first she didn’t notice but they they start to have so much fun together at the stage dancing together and doing stupid shit them following her around as she tries to prevent herself from giggling too much and actually singing 🥺🥺 and later she walks down when 5sos are performing with crystal Kay and Sierra omg 😳

+ I’m sorry I’m annoying but part two to my last asks!! I just imagine calum being all heart eyes for her minding his own business tho playing his guitar but every time he doesn’t have to use vocals or his bass he caught her hand or keep her close and ahh singing wildflower to her!!’ When at first the girls just wanted to have fun on stage with them but Calum just keeps her close the whole time singing to her and her singing back with him and being all funny and giggly together ooof

Thanks for your suggestion! It took me a minute to get to it. I did combine it with a few other suggestions. One person asked for drama and someone asked for angst. And viola! Here it is.

This is the last part of the Distance series! I’ll do an epilogue if folks want to send in some suggestions for it! HUGE thanks to everyone that sent me ideas! This series wouldn’t be what is it without you guys!

Find the Distance series masterlist here! Here’s my main masterlist! CW: 18+ (Smut). Angst. Lots of Fluff.

Songs I played: Woman and From The Dining Table by Harry Styles!

Here it is at a WHOOPINg 9.6k. Enjoy!

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The release of her album is followed by a tour. At first, she’s excited. Her mind runs wild with possibilities. Her fingers can’t keep up fast enough with every wonder and question she sends to Calum and thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind the incessant buzzing. He takes each question in stride. It’s nice, in a way, for him to have the wisdom to give her. Like she doesn’t have to go in blind like he did, especially since it’s just her. He hopes he can make her feel a little less alone on the road. It can be a hard road to travel alone.

The glimmer starts to wear off fast. Rehearsals turn her into a zombie. She’s up fairly early stretching, taking her dog for a walk, trying to remind herself that everything’s going to fall into place like it needs to, but the second she walks into the rehearsal space it feels like everything is going to fall apart. That somehow everything she’s ever wanted on tour is just too much, too much out of the budget, too much because she doesn’t have the weight to her name just yet. And maybe it’s a lot of glitz and glamour. Maybe she is asking for too much. Maybe that would be her downfall.

Her phone buzzes. And she pauses, sitting on the floor with her mic in hand, and glances over to it. It’s Calum again. Another message that she won’t actually read until some ungodly hour in the night. He’s got to be up to his throat in worry. She can’t seem to think enough to text him back during the day. Too much is going on. She feels like she’s going to sink, just through the carpeted floor and through the concrete foundation and bury herself into the dirt. Maybe that would be a better fate for her.

She turns her attention back to her notebook, with the crude drawing she made when she was trying to set the stage. “Let’s just,” she sighs. “Let’s start from scratch.”

And it works. Though it’s long and arduous, she’s able to figure out how to set the stage, finalizing the neon design. There’s a rough draft at the video that will be playing behind her for a wardrobe change. By the time she’s able to crawl into her sheets, it’s nearly 1 am. There’s barely enough energy to keep her eyes open to send Calum an apology text. When she wakes, she grins at her dog waiting patiently at the side of her bed. “Ready to go, bubs?”

They give a tiny whine and rest their snout on the covers. She laughs, “Yeah, you’re ready to go.” She manages to brush her teeth and slips into a change of clothes before going out for a run.

Between showering and getting dressed, she checks her messages. Happy to hear that you got things straightened, baby. Reach out whenever you get a breather, reads the text from Calum.

She responds with a good morning text and then switches over to her email. At the top is an email with ‘urgent’ in the subject. She’s praying it’s not more bad news. She doesn’t quite have the heart to withstand more bad news after the progress they made yesterday. It’s details about a festival date in LA. That perfectly lines between her break between the European leg of the tour and the North America dates. She doesn’t even think twice about agreeing to the festival show.

Right as her day winds down, from a shockingly smooth day of rehearsals, Calum calls her. And though she’s drenched in sweat from the light choreography and running it for hours, she stops and answers. “Hey, baby.”

“Oh, she lives!”

“I know, I know. Sorry.”

“Only kidding. I know you’re hard at work. It’s just really good to hear your voice. How are rehearsals?”

“Really good now. Once we got over the hump, it’s like smooth sailing.”

“Good, I’m glad. I was calling. We got word a couple days ago about a festival show right when you’re on break between legs. And I was hoping you had some free time, just to hang out.”

She can’t contain the smile, leaning her head against the window. The evening twilight has already settled outside. “I’m joining that festival too. And we’ll be hanging out in LA for a few days for rehearsals and then shipping out. So absolutely, we can hang out. I miss your face. And Duke. God, I miss Duke.”

He laughs. Of course she emphasizes her longing for his dog over him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I really can’t wait to see you.” It falls from his lips in a whisper, a secret between the two of them that no one else can be in on. But the boys see it. Everytime his phone buzzes he does his best to look at it as soon as he can just in case it’s her. It’s harder to get out of bed, especially when he hasn’t talked to her in a while. “Can’t wait to kiss you again.”

“You’re a sap, you know.”

“But I’m your sap.”

She giggles, softly, watching cars whizz by. “Yeah, you are my sap.”

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Her tour starts off well. And even though it’s her first time being out on the road like this, a constant bouncing around, and completely flipping her normal routine, she manages to cope pretty well. And it helps of course when she calls her friends, or talks to her dog. But it’s still definitely draining, pouring every bit of herself out on stage and then having just enough time to recoup before doing it all over again. There’s value in it, when the lights lift, and she can see the crowd that’s gathered just for her. It’s surreal and makes her feel like she could do this all the time. That the only thing she’d ever need is the sound of a crowd singing her songs back to her.

In her dressing room, she swaps the gold earrings for a pair of acrylic ones, these jade green. “You’re too quiet on me,” she says, flicking her gaze down to her tablet.

Calum picks his head up. “It’s hard to say much when perfection’s staring you in the face.”

She grins, hooking the earring back on. “Thank you, but that’s not what I meant.”

“We just got word about two more festivals in the same week you have your break. One’s in LA still, the other one’s a little ways out.” There’s no need to fake the funk anymore, or hide it away. She has another three weeks of shows before her break. And maybe he expects her to fly off the handle. Maybe he expects her to throw a fit, about how they had made plans, and it’s the only time they’ll get for each other for months.

But she doesn’t. She nods, fingers twirling over her rings. “What are they others saying?”

“They’re itching to get back on stage. And from a business standpoint, it’s money in the pocket of course. But I know we made plans and I feel like an ass. But there’s also the band, too.”

“Our jobs aren’t easy,” she sighs. “Take the gigs.” Calum can see her eyes tearing up just a little. “Mind if tag along on the LA show?”

“Of course not. I’m really, really sorry, buttercup. I’m so sorry.”

She waves her hand, trying to keep the tears back. If they fall, they become real. It’s his job. Just like it’s hers. “I get it.” It’s tight as it leaves her throat. And it takes her a second, plus a few sips of water to get control of her emotions, and clear out all the tears that threaten to fall. He wishes he could say more, or do more. But it’s like the words die in his throat. And he’s left, mouth gaping, wishing and wanting, but unable to do anything.

“Does it look bad if I just forgo my heels tonight from the start? They’re killing my feet on stage,” she laughs.

It’s a small grin, upturns a corner of his mouth but doesn’t keep it up for long. “You usually end up kicking them off anyway, halfway through the show.”

“Someone’s been scrolling through my name on Twitter, huh?”

He does. Watching her is mesmerizing and he’s sad that he can’t get the chance to see it in person, so he resorts to the fan videos. But he’s yet to admit to it. “I do not do such a thing.” And there’s giggles. A fit of laughter as she looks over the outfits and plucks her oversize denim jacket and figures even in the shorts, she can make the docs Calum surprised her with work. So she slides into the worn red leather shoes and starts lacing them up.

Calum whistles, heart racing just a little. He didn’t know those shoes had made the cut. “Look at you.”

She strikes a pose but laughs. “Do I look good?”

“You look fucking amazing, buttercup.”

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The sound of the crowd roaring before her ears turn on will always make her heart race. Calum said he would try to sneak side stage, but considering that he had to play on the mainstage right after her set on the side stage, it might not be for long. She didn’t mind that. But she hadn’t seen him. Not a blond crop in sight, of course if he hasn’t changed his hair since the last time. Her bassist strums the opening cord and it sends the crowd into a tizzy. With her guitar strapped around, she rolls out her neck, lining up.

As they walk out onto the stage, they launch right into the first song. She feels her fingers buzzing as she strums. But it feels good. The LA sun is hot but she kind of welcomes it versus the heat of the stage lights. There’s still a small breeze. It comes in waves for sure and she can tell that her pits are going to be soaked by song three. “How’s everybody doing?” she shouts into the mic.

There’s cheer in response and she laughs, hearing it reverb for just a moment. “That’s what I like to hear. Just want to say thank you for coming to see me play today. Your support truly means a lot to me.”

She continues on for just a few more seconds and right as she goes to introduce the fourth song of her set, everyone in the crowd starts to get rowdy. She thinks nothing of it, as the song starts. But she knows something is happening and she turns to check her drummer and in her spin, there’s Calum, her bassist’s bass slung over his shoulder, fingers sliding over the frets, plucking at the strings. Not that she doesn’t think Calum would go for a mint green bass on his own, but she hasn’t seen one in his collection just yet.

If it weren’t for the verse coming back up, she knows she would just stare. Singing into her mic, she throws a few glances over to him. Waiting as the harmony comes in and Calum slides up to the music, voice smooth in her inner ears, she almost melts right there on the spot. She hadn’t quite thought about the way his voice would sound with hers, but god, he harmonizes like an angel. She finishes the verse, with a small break before the chorus again. The stage is kind of small but while facing the crowd, she can’t quite see to her sides.

She knows though. She can almost sense when Calum approaches her. She giggles just a little into the mic, watching him smile at her. His head bobbing like it always does when he gets into whatever he’s playing or listening too. Calum plays next to her, watching the way the sweat trails down her forehead, but doesn’t streak an ounce of her makeup. He almost gives in, almost bends in to kiss her on the cheek, but he doesn’t. He lets her voice and the song carry him away, into his spin and up to the drummer’s stand. One foot on the riser, Calum bobs along, laughing at his expression, the raised eyebrow that says it all.

She gets a small break to watch the way Calum interacts with her band. Almost as if he’s known them just as long as she has. And in some ways, he probably has. She talks about Calum to them and talks about her band to Calum all the time. Once the song ends, Calum throws one hand in a tiny wave, before smiling over at her. “Didn’t scare you, did I?” he asks, away from the mic.

She shakes her head, sure that her cheeks will hurt after this. Laughing, she thanks Calum as he walks off stage. And she knows, she knows she shouldn’t. But she jogs after him, as her bassist comes back on, sending a smile over her shoulder too. It’s in that moment that it becomes clear, this was planned. Catching Calum right in the wings, she catches his wrist, tugging him in close before kissing him. It’s quick, but Calum’s heart races in his chest. She runs back out. “Sorry about that guys. I did not expect that.”

And as they get back to their set, Calum watches her for one more song, the way she dances around the stage. Their gazes lock just before he leaves and he blows a quick kiss, before his security are running him down the stage steps and across the festival grounds to get back to the mainstage in time. “How’d it go?” Michael asks.

“Well,” Calum grins, throwing his brown and black bass over his shoulder.

“Get any smooches?” Luke teases, smacking his lips together, while his arm is slung over Sierra’s shoulder.

“And if I did?”

“On stage?” Michael screeches.

“No, side stage. I almost kissed her on stage. But I didn’t want that all over the internet.” Considering that they aren’t official publically in any capacity, it would just cause more headache. Their set begins and Calum knows she has to run across the festival, so he’s not worried when by the time they step out and get three songs in, she hasn’t shown up at the side of the stage. And by the time, Calum regains consciousness enough to check again, there she is, standing off to the side, still in what she performed and breathing hard but she waves, gently from the side.

Out of reflex, once the chords are played, he gives a small wave in return. She returns the blown kiss from earlier and the other girls laugh softly at the action. “God, you guys are so fucking smitten with each other, it’s insane,” Sierra jokes.

There’s no denying it she knows. They’re like lovesick puppies and though it would normally annoy her, it’s nice. Without another word, she sips at her bottle of water and watches Calum, with all the laughs and grins he gives, pouring his soul out onto the stage.

And though the video calls, and the calls, work. They’re not quite enough. Her tour comes to an end, but just around the corner is Calum’s tour with the band. She think she might be able to sneak another week away before she starts working on her album, but then she gets asked to perform at some more festivals in her home country. And, who is she to turn that down? The more shows she plays, the more her name is out there, the more streams, and the merchandise is purchased. It becomes an endless wheel. Things just keep going, and going, and going and the whole time, she keeps looking for the breaks. For the thing that can put her life on pause and let her feel normal again.

Everytime she thinks she can get real time with Calum, it ends up short. He has something that comes up. She has something that comes in. It was the festival in LA and now her festival run. It’s his tour and her sophomore album. Why had she met Calum when she did? Was the universe playing a cruel joke on her? Was it taunting her that it could give her everything she wanted and then threatening to have it crumble? Sitting her hotel room, her phone shakes, another call from Calum. She doesn’t answer it, staring at the fridge in her room. She could get a drink. Wouldn’t be hard just take it from the mini fridge.

Her phone stops shaking. And then a minute later, it chimes, letting her know that a voice message has been left behind. The third one and more likely than not it’s from Calum. She wants this. She wants the relationship, but lately, it felt like there was no time. There was no time for anything. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t pause. And that’s all she wanted. That’s all she wants right now. She doesn’t want to open that voicemail to Calum pleading with her to answer. She wants to get back to when things were easier. And obviously, they were easier because they both had nothing to do.

Swiping her room key and her wallet, she heads down to the bar in the hotel. She orders herself a glass of wine. The glass makes a soft click as it settles down in front of her. She takes one sip. And it’s a little bitter, the red drier than she remembers it being. Soon the glass stares back at her and she can see her warped reflection. Would it just be easier for them to take things down a level? Is she afraid of hard work or more afraid of heartache?

With another two glasses of wine in her, she climbs back into the elevator and it takes her up, floor by floor until it digs and the doors slide open. The room is dark when she reenters like she left it the AC blasting. But she can see the blue light of her phone, on the desk, lighting up that corner of the room. Is it fair? If she wants to bolt, if she wants to cut ties so it makes things so much easier for them? Why couldn’t it be easy?

Calum’s sure he’s going to pull all his hair out. One moment, things are going good. They get a little tight for sure with their schedules never quite lining up to allow them more time together. But this is the third day in a row that he’s gone with nothing from her. No texts, not a returned call. Not even a meme in their Twitter thread. Nothing on her finsta. Her regular account post mainly about her upcoming shows. But he is as closed to being blocked without actually being blocked.

“Hey, I-I don’t know if something’s gone wrong. But please, please call me back. Or text me. Or send me a voice message. Something. Anything. Please? If I did anything, please let know what it was? I’m worried. Am I losing you?”

He ends the recording and sends it. Maybe he ought to stop reaching out so much. Should he wait for her to respond before sending more? But he doesn’t want to lose her? He doesn’t want to lose what they have. He hasn’t found it with anyone else in all his searching and even in his not searching. This fell into his lap and he can’t stand to lose it. Not when there had to be something to do to save it.

His phone sits for another day and half before she calls. He hands shake as he goes to answer it. He almost doesn’t want to answer it. His vegetable stir fry even threatens to come back up his throat. It’s not even burnt this time. But somewhere in his mind, somewhere deep, he had figured she wouldn’t ever call him back. He would be cursed to always wonder what went wrong. “Hey,” he breathes as he answers the call.

“Hey.” It’s croaky, like she might’ve been crying. And then it’s silent. Neither one of them are sure how to bring it up. Neither of them know how to ask what’s lingering between the two of them seems almost too much for words.

“Did I do something?”

“No,” she sighs. It would be easier if he had. It would be easier if she had. It would be easier if both of them were just bad for each other. “It’s just hard.”

“Talk to me. Let me in. We can figure it out.”

That’s the whole crux of her issue. She had let Calum in. She had let him so far in that it was starting to seem impossible to stay in her country and work. She had let him so far in that she wasn’t sure it would be possible to go months without seeing him properly. He was in everything, her bookshelves, her closet, her studio, her lyrics, her studio, in her sheets. Everything reminded her of him. And it just hurt in a way that she didn’t think being in love could hurt. In her silence, Calum continues on, “Let me look at something.” He scrolls through the emails, looking at the dates.

“How? How do we figure it out? On your tour, the only break you have in my country I’m in promo. And after that, you only get a day here or there. Everything’s so mismatched now.”

Calum blinks the tears that are stinging at his lower lash line. “Something’s gonna give.” Something has to give. There has to be something. Calum goes back to emails. What would be the magic code for them?

“I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

His throat jumps at her words, heart racing. “No, don’t say that. If you say that, I know what comes next.”

“Maybe it would just be easier, Calum.”

He is sick of it. Sick of things always blowing up in his face. But he can’t make her do something. He can’t make her take the words back, even if he wants her too. “We said there was an us.” It’s not accusorary as it falls from his lips. It just hurts. Things were going so well for so long, until time proved herself the ultimate judge yet again. “So what now?” The walls of his house start to push in closer on him.

“I’m not saying I never wanted more for us. I’m not saying that I want to cut you completely out of my life, Calum. I wanted so much more for us.”

“Me too. I want more for us.”

“Is now a good time though? Is now going to allow us more?”

Calum wants to laugh, it bubbles in his chest and he knows it’s delivery would be dry but he swallows it back down. “If you’re always waiting for the perfect moment, you’ll be waiting for a long time.”

“Maybe there’s a better time for us. Not a perfect one. Just a better one.”

“Maybe,” he whispers.

“You know, you’re in everything right? When you said to let you in, I couldn’t help but think that was my problem. You’re in my goddamn sheets. You’re in everything. When the sun rises, it’s like watching you smile. If you think I’m shutting you out, that I’m trying to save myself, I want you to know that I’m doing the exact opposite. I am drowning. In everything. In you. In whatever the fuck it means to be a musician. I am drowning and I can’t bear taking you down with me.”

He couldn’t possibly be in everything, not when she was in everything for him. In his journals, in the strings of his bass. When he sits down at a piano, he can’t help but think of the throaty notes that start the song she wrote about him. He can’t help but hear her voice, Brown irises and black tattoos. Maybe they were both drowning and couldn’t see anything but the water invading their own nostrils and lungs. “You’ll always be there,” Calum says, sniffling. The tears shock him, he hadn’t felt them until they’re running down his neck. He doesn’t even know where there is, but he feels it in the cavity of his chest.

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That video is going to haunt him. And it’ll haunt her too. Whenever they see the videos and pictures of when Calum surprised her on stage it always shows just how fucking happy they were with each other. How things really were working for them. But right around the corner, right as she runs behind the edge of the stage, the world doesn’t see the kiss. They don’t see the tears that followed phone calls. They don’t see how schedules always seems to be running in parallel but never fucking intersectiong. That’s all they needed. Just one point to intersect, to meet again at, and maybe they would still be tagging each other in stupid memes. Maybe they would still be talking until crazy hours of the morning. Maybe they would still be writing small poems about each other and always posting them, but never saying who they were about.

Maybe if they just had the one chance to intersect again, her second album wouldn’t be about him. Maybe she could’ve talked about the way the clouds surf in the sky. Maybe she would have pondered the questions of existence without it being tied up in lost love. Maybe Calum would’ve had more to say in interviews. Maybe then, no one would ask him about his love life and it wouldn’t hurt to goddamn bad every time one of the other boys would jump in to save him. Maybe Calum wouldn’t feel like a rock sinking to the bottom of the river and seeing the sunlight just above him, but never having the willpower to push back up.

He hadn’t removed her number. Hadn’t unfollowed her on her finsta. Hadn’t blocked her on a goddamn platform. Because somehow that felt like a harsher step. Like a permanent close, like he was trying to erase who she was and what she had meant to him. It’s stupid, he knows. It’s insane and it’s not helping him in the slightest, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Maybe part of it was that natural and sometimes detrimental curiosity if that person was suffering just like you. He wanted to know if she bled just like him, if her pain was just as vicious as his.

Calum watches the video loop back again. The way she bites her lower lip but runs after him. The crowd is still screaming. They are still cheering. They are still buzzing. After saving the tweet, he drafts a message to her: I know you’ve moved to New York. I hope you’re enjoying it. City makes you feel anonymous doesn’t it? I have two days off during this tour. Maybe we have our better time now? I’m sure by now you know all the best places in town for pizza. I could be down for some cheesy delights.

Should he send that? His fingers shake. What’s left for them after a year and a half? They’ve still supported each other. He retweets about all her singles and videos. She praises the band’s new music in interviews. They aren’t unknown to each other. But somehow they feel like two ghosts. There’s a glass wall between and they look at each other just in passing. They never touch. They never intersect again. Instead, he exits the messaging app, but doesn’t actually delete the words.

When he goes back to the message thread, about a week from their dates in New York, there’s no shock that the app hasn’t saved it. And he feels partially relieved. He exits the app again and goes back to his mindless scroll through Instagram. An app saved him this time.

There is nothing to save him though, when he walks into the green room and spies her shrugging a coat on. The New York mornings are a little cool to the start. His heart is now in his throat. He’s not sure if he should swallow it back down. “We can go,” Ashton says quietly, taking him back his arm gently.

And somehow, like her ears are tuned in on everything, she hears something like her name, something like a soft wisp of a voice. When she looks up and sees Calum, donned in all black, though his long lined jacket has some white stitching and embroidery, she’s sure she could melt into the floor. He still looks good. Still has the same quiet pout to his face that makes him look slightly less approachable but it changes in a heartbeat when he smiles. She grabs the strap to her bookbag purse.

She knows it was her that ended things. She knows that seeing Calum here in front of her, should make her feel embarrassed. But somehow, all she wants to do, all she’s ever wanted to do since that phone call is embrace him one last time. Tell him that he’s still handsome as ever. Promise him that she meant what she said, that he was and still is in everything. “C’mon. We gotta go,” her security tell her.

But all she can do is stare at Calum. Unzipping her purse, she finds the note, the letter she never had the courage to send him and with a deep breath, she walks over. Ashton looks like he could probably murder her. And she doesn’t blame him. She could never blame that instinct to protect the ones you love especially from the ones that hurt them the most. “I’m sorry,” she says, holding out the white envelope. “For everything. And if we don’t ever get that better time, know I’d only ever wish the best for you.”

Calum’s fingers barely grasp onto the note before she’s sidestepping him. The boys circle around him, like they’re just waiting for his word to pounce. She steps through the heavy glass door. And she’s leaving him again. She’s going to slip through his fingers. Again. Pushing through Luke and Michael, Calum swings open the door. “Wait!” he calls out.

She stops, spinning on her heels to face him again. Calum jogs down the corridor. All the offices have windows. Everyone is probably watching. With both hands cupping her face, letter between his fingers and all, he pulls her in close. “You’re not leaving me again. You’re not going to walk out my life a second time. Not without me putting up a hell of a fight.”

“You shouldn’t fight for me. Not after what I did.”

“Meet me tonight. Let’s actually talk about it. I’ve been holding so much inside and if, god forbid, if it’s not now if we had our shoot and we fucking blew it, at least I’ll know for sure.”

“Does 8 work for you?” She tries so hard not to wrap her hands around his wrist, not to slide it up his forearms and tug herself into his chest. And god, he still smells the same. Old Spice and Gain. It feels so right to press herself into his chest.

“Yeah,” he mumbles into the top of her head. It’s still the same scent as before in almost two years, he can’t even believe it.

She takes a step back, patting at her pockets and pulls out a pen. Pulling the envelope from his fingers, she scribbles down a name and address. “If this place is too far from your hotel, just call me.” He watches her, jotting down more numbers. “It’s my new US number.” While handing the infor back to him, she grins just a little. “Don’t lose it now.”

Calum laughs, remembering the first time she delivered that line to him. “I won’t. Promise.”

Dear Calum,

There’s no real way to say this that doesn’t make my chest feel like it’s been punched in. I shouldn’t have let you go. There was a way to make it all work. There was a way so that you and I could’ve pushed through. I was just too scared of things going too right, going too well. Maybe that sounds dumb. Or maybe that sounds insane. But the truth of the matter, I messed up. I’m sorry. And you don’t have to ever forgive me. You deserve the ability to move on. You deserve everything good that comes to you in the future. I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me. Even if our better time has passed.

You deserve to be happy.

Calum reads over the letter again. Still not sure how his lungs are still operating because he was positive all the air had been exhaled. It’s the fourth time he’s read it today. Since he had Michael read it out to him in the green room. He would’ve asked Ashton, but knew that Ashton would’ve told him not to worry, to keep moving forward. Because he had, in a way. He had thrown himself into music. He had tried to chase after her in other people. He had read all the books on poetry, and love, and philosophy. But something down in his gut told him that he would never let her go again if he got a second chance with her.

He looks at the date. She wrote it six months after everything went south. Maybe she forgot to send it. It had his name on it--just never fully addressed out though. She could’ve messaged him. Emailed. Called. Literally anything and he would’ve answered. But hadn’t she? What held her back? And just as he goes to read it over one more time, the door chimes open. He looks at his phone. Just as the time ticks over to 8. And when he glances over his shoulder, there she is. In the same jacket from before.

The little pizza shop isn’t too loud. Most people come in just to get their few slices and then dip right back out. She smiles, waving just a little before sliding onto the stool next to him. She points to the letter, that he hasn’t even moved to put up, “Sorry it’s not my best work. I thought about finding a synonym for happy but nothing fit right.”

With a breathy chuckle, Calum folds the letter up, slipping it into his pocket. “What do you recommend off the menu?”

“God, with this place, anything.”

They settle back down on the stools, paper plates not fully supporting the extra large slices and a stack of napkins between them. The grease runs down his chin and Calum feels it rolling too. But his hands are full trying to keep his slice from falling. She laughs, dabbing at his face with a napkin. “I still see you’re the messiest eater around.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not my fault,” he grins. Their giggles dissipate as the bell chimes again, a signal of another patron entering. “What happened?” The question doesn’t feel full enough, doesn’t feel like it fully encapsulates all the confusion he holds. But yet, those are the only words he has.

“A lot started happening all at once. Your tour, my second album. More shows. It just-I felt like I couldn’t breathe. That I wasn’t a person. And maybe part of it was selfish. Maybe I was trying to save myself all along and I was just telling myself and you that I wasn’t selfish. I really am sorry. Like, if I had known, god if I had known that doing that would’ve caused all the pain it did, trust me, I wouldn’t have. If I could go back and tell myself, that crazy shit happens and you just gotta learn how to keep your cool, I’d do it in a heartbeat. It was a mistake letting you go. But at the same time, reaching out felt wrong too. Like I would’ve been ruining the peace you had created for yourself. And I didn’t want to do that either.”

“You know, I felt like we had something different. Like that was really going to be it for me and I had finally figured out this whole being in love thing. That I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. And maybe that was my mistake. Maybe I saw something happening and didn’t do anything.”

“We were living continents away. With everything happening, you weren’t seeing all of it. No need to blame yourself.” She takes his hand, slipping her fingers between his, twisting at the silver band around his middle finger. “I do want you to be happy, Calum. I want you to be so happy it just can’t be contained.”

“I was with you.” He squeezes her hand, willing her to look at him and not the street in front of them, through the glass.

“I’m still not in L.A.”

“But you are in the same country as me now and I will take that.”

“You’d still take me back after everything?” When she looks at him, brows furrowed together, Calum knows he’s a goner. He always was with her.

“I would.”

“You’d be crazy.”

“I am already crazy. Because I’m tempted to ask you where you’re staying and if I could stay the night.”

He’s leaned in to her, just a hair. And she leans in too, resting mostly shoulder to shoulder. “You are crazy,” she laughs softly, taking in the reflection of the neon lights on the street. “But maybe I’m also crazy too.”

The night is cool again. Both of their boots scuff the concrete. She doesn’t stay far from the small diner, a ten minute walk really. With fingers threaded through each other, they walk huddled close up the sidewalks. The wind whips across their faces. They dodge piles of trash on the edge of the sidewalks and they keep their heads down so as to not attract a crowd. “How do you like New York? Got to be a huge shock?”

“It most definitely is. I like feeling anonymous here. With so many people around.”

“I know you said you don’t do well with people and New York feels like the opposite of the place you want to. Especially not in the city.”

“I mean, I still don’t do great with people. I’m in the city for the time being. But I have my eye on a few places further out. But after everything, I felt less lonely here. I don’t know. No one cared about who I was. No one cared what the fuck I was doing here. And I liked it better that way. Back home, everyone knew. Everyone looked at me like I was a broken vase. Here, no one gave a shit. It’s move or be moved here. Forced me to come to terms with everything. Forced me to accept everything I was trying to hide.”

“Do you need to go to your hotel? Grab or bag or something?” She asks just before they pass the opening for the subway.

“I have my roomkey. It’s all good. All the interviews were today.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

He gives her hand another squeeze. “I’m sure.” They reach the door to the complex and she digs out her keys, opening the front door. Calum follows her through the second set of doors. The elevator is a little janky as it carries them up, and definitely tiny. In the space, they’re pressed chest to chest. There are a few extra lines around her eyes, he notices and runs the pad of his thumb over the skin. It’s just as soft as it’s always been. She feels so familiar under his touch, yet so new.

It’s not a far ascent and she laughs when he pouts as she pulls away. “Just like four more steps.”

It’s true to word, when they step out of the elevator, her door is directly in front of it. Her keys jingle just a little as she works the lock and pushes into the chipping red paint of the door. Her dog leaps from the couch, greeting her and then barking just a little when they spot Calum. He laughs, kneeling to hug them to his chest. “You still remember me, huh?” he laughs, as they attempt to lick his face and jaw. “Oh, too long, I know. Sorry, bubs. Didn’t forget about you.”

She takes his jacket, hanging it by the door. “Want anything to drink?”

Calum shakes his head from her couch, working at his shoes. “No, I’m good, thank you.”

She nods, watching as her dog claims Calum’s attention. But she can’t find an ounce of herself to be mad or annoyed. So she slips out of her shoes and puts them up, before getting herself a bottle of water. When she settles onto the couch, she just laughs at the antics. Calum keeps trying to say something but at every twist, her dog is right there, plopping themselves in his lap. Calum eventually gives up and wraps his arms around their body, scratching lightly at their fur.

“Someone missed you too,” she teases, putting her two fingers really close together. “Just a tiny bit.”

His laughter echoes in her head. “Yeah, clearly just a little.” He lifts his head just a little when he feels the wet tongue at his chin. “So, you’re working on your third album?”

“On and off,” she admits. “Playing more shows than anything for the time being. I don’t have to think. Everytime I think too much I end up fucking something up. So I’m just taking it easy for the time being. Taking some brand deals.”

“You’ve got a collab coming out soon, right?”

She nods at the question, laughing as her dog finally settles down. “Yeah, next month. I’ve always lived kind of a boring life, you know that.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know.” He can finally shift, as her dog wanders over to the water bowl, so that he can sit in front of her. It’s a dangerous game. He’s played it before with her. But he takes her chin into his hands. “We haven’t really talked in a while.”

“Is there something you want to say, Calum?”

“Yeah,” he returns simply. Her breath hitches, eyes searching his brown ones for something, anything that tells her what’s going on. “I wonder if your lips still feel the same. I always thought about the way you’d laugh sometimes into a kiss. And it used to haunt me. But right now, I want to find out if anything else has changed.”

She wastes no time, pushing up and sealing her mouth around his. His hand slides to the back of her neck and she pulls at the collar of his shirt. They fall into each other, then falling into the arm of the couch. She exhales her laughter, still pecking at Calum’s lip. Her fingers tease the skin of his upper chest and neck.

“I was right,” he grins.

She hooks her finger around the gold plate. “I guess you were.” She pulls him back in for another kiss, slipping her hands into his hair.

As his lips trail over her jaw and down to her neck, she thinks about the time at her apartment back home, Calum woke her up with kisses down her jaw. They still feel the same. Maybe even a little bit better. His finger push up the hem of her shirt, squeezing at the flesh of her side. She sighs and Calum groans at the sound. It sets off everything in his body when he hears her quiet noises of pleasure.

“Is this okay?” he asks, pulling away to look at her as his fingers brush over her skin. “I don’t want to push you or take things too fast this time.”

Being with Calum feels like no time has past, if she’s honest. She doesn’t have the butterflies, just the comfort of someone she’s known for a year. And it sort of feels like they’re picking back up from where they left off. “I’m okay with it.”

He grins and she sees it--that rising sun in the gleam. His forehead rests against her. “I kinda feel like we have a lot of lost time to make up for.” His lips brush just over hers as he speaks.

She exhales her laughter again, but agrees. “Just a little bit. I really am sorry.”

“We all make mistakes. You just have to communicate with me, okay? That’s all. Talk to me this time. If you feel like you’re drowning, let me help. Please.”

She pushes up and Calum settles back down into the cushion, taking her hands into his. “I know things won’t be like, perfect now. But I guess, it’s really important that we do get to spend quality time together.”

“It is. And I know my tour schedule is pretty packed right now, but there’s another longer break in about three weeks. They’re LA shows. I don’t know if you have plans, but if you do, we can hang out then.”

She has to laugh because here’s the trouble all over again. “Booked recording sessions then.”

“Okay, well, the week after that is the break between legs. What are you doing then?”

“Nothing.” There’s a break between sessions, and she had just planned to use the time to breathe.

“I’ll fly you out then. Just you and I and my rehearsals. But that’s besides the point.”

Laughing, she rests her head into his bicep. “Just you, I, and your rehearsals. Got it.”

“We’ll have to better plan out things, that’s all. We’ll have to look at both our schedules and make sure that there’s sufficient breaks and time together.” He guides her head up. “I want you. And I mean all of you. I can’t stand to lose you again.”

“I just have to make sure Ashton doesn’t kill me.”

“He’s protective, yes. But not an evil. I’ll talk to him. Don’t you worry.”

“He did write a whole song about how he’d bury a body for you. So I think I have a little bit to worry about.”

Calum laughs, shaking his head. “Maybe just a little bit.” Her grin makes him want to bottle it. He wants to carry it with him in his pocket. Leaning closer, he kisses her again. “But right now, it’s just you and I. There’s nothing else but time for us right now.”

She hums. “I like the sound of that.”

Fingers trail back under shirts. She drinks down his moans as they tease, barely touch. Calum’s shirt is discarded in the living room and her is pulled off in the hallway. Calum holds her face in his hands, memorizing the way her teeth sink into his bottom lip in the gentle nip. He moans. Fuck, she feels so good against him.

Her spine shivers as his fingers trail to her back and unsnap the band of her bra. As the fabric falls from her shoulders and she tosses it somewhere, Calum takes a hand just to cup her. His fingers roll the erect bud and she sighs again, mouth falling slack against his. He laughs. “Hmm, that’s right. Someone does like their nipples played with.”

She grins though, blinking open her eyes. “Don’t think I forgot that you don’t listening to rules and like a little pain.”

Finding her waist with both hands, Calum holds her in close. “You wouldn’t dare.”

She bends her knees, just a little and with hot and open mouth kisses she trails down his chest before taking her teeth into the meat of his peck. Calum jolts, a grunt falling over his lips and throat. “I would dare,” she returns.

They fall into her sheets, the same golden ones from before. They’re just as soft against Calum’s skin. It’s warm, as their skin heats up. Her skirt has landed somewhere to the floor and Calum pushes his hips up as she shrugs the denim down. She kisses over his thighs, moaning just a little. Calum lets his eyes flutter close at her soft kisses.

Everything just feels right. Even as Calum takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing her just a little. Or when she kisses over his length. But right now, she tosses her head back when Calum pries her legs open kissing up her inner thighs. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispers, watching as she clenches, more of her arousal leaking from her.

She huffs, pulling a hand through her hair. “You sure do know how to make a girl sweat.”

“It’s a speciality,” he laughs with a wink before kissing her clit. She balls on fist around her sheets, stomach completely clenched. The last thing she wants is to have to wait much longer for anything. The anticipation can be a good thing, though she’s doing everything she can to keep her cool. That is, until Calum finally takes the first lap from her and she unravels, a moan leaving her throat as it mixes with a whine.

He takes his time, pushing her thighs and knees to give him all the access he could ever want. Calum licks another stripe over her, before sucking her clit into his mouth. She taste better than he could’ve ever imagined. Every sound she gives--moans, groans, or a whine--rattles in his brain and spurs him on. One of her hands finds it’s way into his hair and she tries to push up with her hips and his face down into her core. But it’s not like he needs the assistance or the reminder. When he trails down to her opening, his nose brushes over her clit and her body is reeling.

“Oh, fuck,” she whines, feeling the coil in her lower gut tightening.

Calum hums at the sounds, and when she praises him, tells him that he’s the only one to make her feel this fucking food, he rewards, slipping a finger into the mix, pushing up into her. “Is that so?” he asks, watching her head dive deeper into the pillows.

“God, Calum,” she huffs.

Another finger finds it way inside, pushing and curling in all the right places. Her body feels like it’s on fire. She feels like she’s a coil so tightly wound she’s going to break. His tongue flicks across her click, lapping at her. And that’s it, that’s the right combination to send her over the edge. Over she goes, with a yelp, her orgasm rocking her frame and toes curling as she cries out for Calum.

He keeps her going, keeps curling his fingers at her. So lost in the way she sounds. And when the huffs turn into a hiss, he pulls back. She beckons him up, kissing him and tasting her own arousal coating his lips and tongue. He’s careful not to settle fully against her, but it’s quickly changed when her legs come up and lock around his waist. “I’m not gonna break,” she laughs, when he finally let’s go and sinks into her.

She swallows his response with a kiss but it doesn’t matter anyway. Her hips come up and Calum rolls onto his back, letting her settle atop him. Her nails rake down his skin and she sucks at his neck, he’s sure it’ll bruise just a little but it’s okay with him. His nails dig into the flesh of her hips, not sure if he wants the friction right now or if he just needed to revel in the feeling of her against him.

“Shit,” he whines when she rocks over him. “I-fuck.”

She laughs, pulling away to reach into her drawer. “That sounds about right.”

Calum delivers a swift swat to her ass at the joke, but laughs anyway. “That is not funny.”

“Then why are you laughing.” When she turns her attention back to him, condom in hand. She stretches down to kiss him again. “Did I ever tell you you’re not the only one that likes a little pain?”

His eyebrows arches and he smooths over her ass before delivering another spank to her opposite cheek. She sighs, eyes fluttering close just a little. “Oh, buttercup, you should’ve never told me that.”

“We can save it for another time? Because right now the only thing I can think about is riding you until the sun rises.”

Kneading at her breast, Calum grins. “Now, that sounds about right.”

There’s a moment, right as she settles down on him fully, that they both moan at the feeling. Calum because of the warmth and slickness, her because of the stretch. Her head is dizzy again with need. She steadies herself with her hands planted on his chest and rocks. All she can focus on is the girth of him, stretching her completely open. It makes her toes tingle and she falters, falling into his chest, but starts a new cadence, pulling up and settling back down on his length.

“Holy shit,” he huffs. She buries her face into the crook of his neck and Calum coaxes her out, to look at him. “You don’t get to hide from me, not again. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum.”

Her hips are still rocking but she nods, eyes fluttering close just for a moment. Calum kisses her, and it’s his turn to swallow down the moan she feeds him. She pushes back up, pulling her own breast between her fingers. Calum loses the top of his head, he’s sure, watching as she rides him. His fingers trail over her hips, up to her stomach. “Why’d you have to be so handsome?” she teases breathy.

He’s not sure how to respond. Unsure of the heat he feels is a blush or the sweltering of arousal flooding his body. She takes one of his hands, trailing it towards her heat. And Calum takes the hint, thumb circling the bundle of nerves. Her head falls back on her neck as a hum builds in her chest. Calum kneads at her right breast, pulling and pushing at every button he can to have orgasm again for him.

A high pitched squeak falls from her. The bed taps against the wall, but neither one of them really cares. Her orgasm washes over it, like a wave crashing into the shoreline. She shudders, clenching around him and falls again into his chest, but pushes up onto her elbows, remember Calum’s early demand. “Fuck,” she whines when he starts to fuck up into her. He pulls her body up and she’s useless, body still like jello from her orgasm. Her words catch in her throat.

“It’s okay,” he whispers into her ear when she bites down onto his shoulder. “You know I like the pain.”

“Feel so good,” she returns. “Calum, shit, you feel so good.” His hips start to stutter, trying to ride out for longer, but knowing that inevitably he’s at the end of his rope. She kisses over his neck. “Cum for me, yeah? Please.”

Who is he to deny her? Who is he she to defy her? He ruts up once, twice, and she clenches hard, taking most of the wind of his third thrust but he cums hard, arms squeezing her to his chest and he knows he’s loud in her ear as he groans. Though, it’s suspected that’s just the sound she wanted to hear as she seals his mouth with hers.

Calum wraps the towel around his waist. She’s already under the cover, with them flipped down for him. She pats the spot in the mattress. He can see some of the hickies covering her chest that he left behind. Without much thought, Calum dries off a bit more and then slips between the sheets. “Hey,” she whispers. “Come here often?”

“My first time actually. But the first of many, I hope.”

Her nose scrunches as Calum taps it. “Yeah, of many. I brought your phone into the room. Put it on my spare charger. And I know that it’ll go off at 5:55 AM. No, you don’t have to turn it off. I know it’s important to you.”

“You--you still remember that?

“I don’t know if you really remember. But when I said that you were in everything, you were everywhere. I meant it.” She turns to her back, the sheets tucked up to her chin. Both of them are bare beneath them.

Calum’s taken up drawing random patterns on her stomach as he holds himself up on his elbow, facing her. “I remember. Could never forget that.”

“Guess we might’ve meant for something more, something better.” Her voice is soft. The blinds in her window let the lights of the city in. Nothing about it is quiet as sirens pass by. Calum lets his head fall into her pillows. She turns, both of them now facing each other again. Her arm slides over his waist. He throws one of his legs over hers.

She’s content like this, where she can kiss across the tattoos on his chest. Though she can’t really see the one just under his peck, she thinks about the question poised there. Why would she choose anything other than Calum? It remains quiet for a while and she thinks he’s fallen asleep until his chest rumbles.

“We were. It was just a matter of getting there. Finding the right path for us.” He’s positive, as she shuffles in a little closer that this is it for him. And if he has to fight hell, heaven, or high water, he’d do it all for her.

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halfandhalfshoto · 4 years ago

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your blue is my gold | nishinoya yuu

- soulmate!au

- pairing: nishinoya yuu x fem!reader

- warnings: angst!(??)

- word count: 1,941

THE PHENOMENA OF THE SOULMATE TATTOO

A person is born with a small, black, faded tattoo on any part of their body. Each year, it becomes more distinct as the time it takes for two souls, with the exact same tattoos, to meet draws near.

Once face to face, their tattoos change color depending on how they classify each other. Blue for strangers, purple for acquaintances, yellow for friends, and gold for love. A person's tattoo turns white once their soulmate passes away.

Soulmate tattoos may appear on different parts of the body. One could have their tattoo on the wrist, while their soulmate could have their tattoo on the face.

The colors may jump depending on the nature of the relationship, such as when purple tattoos turn gold.

Of course, their soulmate's tattoo can have a completely different color than theirs.

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He definitely cannot take his eyes off you as you introduced yourself in front of the class. He noticed the sparks in your eyes that made you seem ethereal to every other being that locked gazes with yours, the tone of your voice as it seemed like you were captivating an entire audience, and the smile on your lips that seemed to prove that you were a descendant of an angel.

Everything seemed too perfect for Nishinoya Yuu.

You were a transfer student from Tokyo, moved to Miyagi because your father had to work there. As someone open to new experiences, you didn't have a single complaint despite moving away from the city you grew up in and leaving all your friends. After all, you were sure you're gonna come back someday.

“Hi, I'm y/n! I love Gari-Gari Kun and Soba. I hope I could get along with everyone!” You finished your introduction with a bow and turned to the teacher for her to tell you where you'd be sitting.

She told you that you could sit next to Etsu, who was a seat behind Nishinoya.

Walking towards your designated seat, you fail to notice the pair of brown orbs glancing back and forth from his notebook to you in an obvious manner.

“Hi, I'm Etsu! Nice to meet you,” A short-haired girl with grey eyes greeted. You looked at her to greet her back, but you immediately noticed something under her right eye.

It was a tattoo of a quill with the word “perfect” written beside it,

And it was gold.

Etsu felt your fixation on her tattoo so she explained, “Oh, you noticed my tattoo! My soulmate's Akio over there,” She smiled as she pointed out to a black-haired boy a few seats away. You followed her gaze and saw that the said boy also had the same tattoo, the golden, very distinct quill on his left hand.

“It must be nice to meet your soulmate and have him reciprocate your feelings at this age,” You giggled as you felt a familiar wave wash over you. That eager yet fearful wave of wanting to find your soulmate, and at the same time, not wanting anything tying you down to a single entity for life.

You reached up to your collarbone, covered by your uniform, and thought about your tattoo. You noticed it was becoming more distinct day by day.

Could it be, that your soulmate was here in Miyagi?

—

“RYU, I'M TELLING YOU! SHE HAD A PERFECT SMILE, HER EYES WERE LITERAL STARS AND HER VOICE FELT LIKE SOMETHING I'D HEAR WHEN I ENTER HEAVEN!” Nishinoya went on, rambling about the girl who transferred from Tokyo. It was lunch break and you were all he ever talked about. Tanaka gave him a doubtful laugh, and proceeded to defend his case.

“There's no way she's on the level of our goddess Kiyoko! Seriously Noya-san, what you're saying is IMPOSSIBLE!” He defended, heart-eyes somewhat evident on his face.

It was true though. No one was on the level of Shimizu when it came to Tanaka and Nishinoya. Although somehow, in some way, you were on the same level as her in Nishinoya's eyes.

Hearing the doubt in his friend's voice, Nishinoya stood up from the bench. His confidence oozing out of him as he grabbed Tanaka's arm, pulling him towards the cafeteria where you and Etsu went.

He scanned the area looking for the target, and locked his eyes on your figure. He turned to the taller male, who was rubbing his arm that hurt a bit at how the other pulled it.

“There she is! See for yourself,” Nishinoya, who was smirking, told him.

Tanaka checked the girl who was somewhat perfect enough for his friend to equate her to Kiyoko.

You were sitting next to Etsu and facing Akio.

'Well, she's cute enough for Noya-san, but no one can possibly beat my Kiyoko' Tanaka thought, about to lead Nishinoya back to where they were hanging out, but the dual-haired boy was suddenly like a statue.

“Ryu, I t-think we j-just made eye contact. She s-saw us,” He stuttered. Tanaka's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looked back and true enough, you were staring at them. Your eyes were filled with curiosity. Who wouldn't be though? Finding some boys secretly looking at you.

Both boys immediately show deep shades of red on their faces, their usual rowdy and confident selves suddenly nowhere to be found. They ran back to the halls as quickly as they could, before you could even get a chance to ask them what was up.

“Hey y/n, you okay?” Etsu asked, snapping her fingers in front of you. The trance you were in shattered, you nod to Etsu's questioning look and proceed to eat

'He's cute' were the words that popped into your mind as you pictured the boy who'd caught your eye.

—

There you stood in your home, stunned at the sight of the mirror in front of you.

“When did this happen?” you whispered as your fingers graze the blue ink on your collarbone.

'Shit. When did I meet them?' You were internally panicking because of this troublesome ink. Sure, you wanted to find out who they were, but falling in love and being tied to them forever? No. You weren't ready for that just yet.

'Maybe I shouldn't find out who they are for a while.'

—

Nishinoya was ecstatic to say the least. He'd dreamed for this day to come, for his tattoo to finally change its color.

The color blue, a stranger for a soulmate.

He wasn't the one who discovered it first, unfortunately. They were having a practice match against Date Tech, it was the 3rd set and the score was 24-22, match point for Karasuno. He went in for a dive after Azumane's spike was blocked by the Iron Wall, and that's when someone finally noticed it.

Hinata, who was waiting on the sidelines, noticed something when Nishinoya's shorts hiked up a bit as he went in for that dive receive.

“Noya-san!” The ginger head called out as they were cleaning the gym after the practice match. Karasuno won the 3rd set, much to their delight.

"Hey, Shoyo! What's up?” Nishinoya asked as he stopped cleaning the floor. He saw the way Hinata's eyes were in awe and thought that maybe he was on a roll with his receives today.

“YOUR SOULMATE TATTOO'S BLUE!” Hinata blurted out and suddenly all eyes were on the libero.

His eyes widen in shock as he looked back at his shorts. Hiking it up a bit, there it was.

His tattoo was placed on the back of his thighs, just above where the knee was placed.

It was a small tattoo of the solar system, the 8 planets orbiting around the sun.

Nishinoya knew it was almost time for him to meet his soulmate, as every night he spends a few minutes in front of the mirror, staring quietly at his tattoo. It became quite distinct these days, and now it was blue.

“Hey, maybe your soulmate's that new girl,” Tanaka joked, laughing out loud, thinking it was impossible. Oh, if only he knew that his soulmate was the girl they'd been chasing for years. If only he and Shimizu actually saw each other's tattoo.

“Well, it's not impossible,” Nishinoya retorted, a glimmer of hope in his heart that told him you were his soulmate. A little crush he had from his class.

—

A few months have passed, and Nishinoya still didn't know who his soulmate was. Yeah, he kept searching, but he can't just ask anyone to show them their tattoo.

In those months, Nishinoya's little crush on you grew a lot. You guys weren't technically friends, and you didn't really know him, but that didn't stop his affections from growing.

It was a shame he was never partnered with you, or be grouped with you during homeworks and projects.

One time, he saw you in Coach Ukai's shop. You were buying Gari-Gari Kun, soda flavor, his favorite.

Another time, he saw you on the street. You were with a kid and she was laughing loud enough for almost everyone to hear as you tickled her.

'Girls who are good with kids are cute.' He thought as he smiled.

Then, another time, he saw you feeding some stray dogs and cats food, petting them as they ate.

Did you have to be like that? Did you have to make his heart soar everytime he saw you? Did you have to steal the love he was supposed to give to his soulmate?

Nishinoya ignored these little things about you that made him happy. He ignored the thought of loving you because you didn't know him. Heck, you couldn't possibly be his soulmate.

His tattoo had already turned into a different color, which meant his soulmate was, maybe, one of his friends.

—

You made your way through the Tokyo Metropolitan Gym, along with Etsu and Akio, finding some good seats to be able to watch your school's boys' volleyball team play.

Karasuno had made it to Nationals, and Akio, who was a good friend of Nishinoya, dragged both Etsu and you to Tokyo to watch their games.

“Is this the first time our school's gone to Nationals?” You asked innocently, seeing the seats filled with people.

“Yeah, in years,” Akio answered as the three of you found some seats. They were close enough for the players to see you from the court.

“I hear that the first years were promising. Two had this crazy quick, one was good at blocking, and one knew how to do a jump float,” Etsu chipped in. Indeed, the first years of Karasuno were impressive, but the whole team was on another level.

The first match of Karasuno started, and it made you freeze.

—

Nishinoya switched out with Hinata, eyes glancing towards the bleachers. With that quick glance, he was able to see Akio immediately and waved. He looked over to the two girls sitting beside him, identifying one as Etsu.

The arm he'd used to wave was left hanging in the air, as you were staring intently at him, shock written all over your face.

That wasn't what surprised him. Not the fact that you came to the game, not the fact that you were staring at him. No, those weren't it.

You were wearing an off shoulder top, showing off your collarbone.

Your collarbone which had the exact same tattoo as his.

His heart shattered at the next thing he noticed.

Your tattoo was blue.

His was gold.

You were the love of his life, but he was a stranger in yours.

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #hq #hq x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya soulmate au #nishinoya angst

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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Karolina and Tegan birthday fanfic! 👓👠

I wrote a (short?) fanfic for Karolina's and Tegan's birthdayyy 🎉🎉 Last time Scholar was a she so I decided that in this one Scholar will be a he again 👍 Hopefully my writing is getting less cringe 😂 but as you'll see for yourselves I'm still really bad, especially the narration, sometimes I'm like "Wait, what am I supposed to describe here to move on to the next scene?" So most of it is really basic 😅 On a lighter note though, I know that many sweet elite players come from lots of different countries and most times their first language isn't English (*cough*like me*cough*) so at least it'll be easy to read for everyone? (Yes, I'm totally trying to make myself feel better for my lack of vocabulary 😔)

Anyways!!! Have a good read! God I hope I'm getting better...

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"Karolina used to play Maryo Kart!?"

Tegan flinched due to Scholar's sudden outburst and almost dropped the controller out of his hands.

"W-Well... yeah. We were pretty close in elementary school and we used to share the same interests. Not when it came to everything but we usually agreed about a lot of things."

Tyler cackled from the bunk bed upon hearing this. Looks like he was still browsing through a shit-ton of pictures of chairs on Moogle. Apparently, he wanted to draw a chair for his next art piece.

"Just imagining Karolina even playing an app game gives me the same feeling as watching one of John Mulaney's skits: it's hilarious."

Scholar couldn't help but imagine Karolina playing Candy Rush or Flappy duck and it was in fact rather funny. Seeing Karolina frustrated because of a game would be like seeing Tadashi sleeping, which means it was impossible. Those two really need more rest and a bit of down time...

"So Tyler, you found any chairs that give you a spark of inspiration?"

Scholar decided to change the subject, after all Karolina didn't want anything to do with Tegan even though it was... well... their birthday. Scholar doesn't even have siblings let alone a twin so he had no idea how Tegan must be feeling right now. But from an outsider's perspective, Scholar thought that it was kind of sad and a waste that they didn't at least celebrate their birthday together. Tegan said that he didn't want anything too extravagant though. Thus, the 3 of them had gathered in their room to spend some time together, Ellie was also supposed to come but she said that she had "things to do" and that she'd drop by later.

"Nah man. MIKEA is really running out of ideas. I could come up with sicker designs in the blink of an eye. Actually, in a way this encourages me even more to draw a chair. I'll create the best chair this world has ever seen Scholar. Just. You. Wait."

While Tyler was hyping himself up over chairs Tegan had a really stern look on his face. Maybe it was because he was focused on the game but Scholar felt like there was something more to it. Perhaps they should've invited more people? In truth, the only real guest here was Scholar. This was TnT's room after all... Why is Ellie taking so long?

"...Tegan? Maybe you'd like me to go call Axel and Raquel over? Maybe even Alistair and Claire?"

Tegan who was frowning for a while now finally let his eyebrows relax.

"No uh... Sorry if I looked angry or something but um. I was just thinking about something."

When he said that, Tyler immediately let go of his phone and dropped down on the floor, then he sat next to Tegan.

"When you tell us that you're thinking about something, it means that you want to talk to us about it, right?"

Tegan continued to smash the buttons of the controller without even giving Tyler a side-glance.

"Not necessarily."

Somehow, Tegan was acting a bit cold but not in his usual "I'm sleep deprived" way. Tyler gave Scholar a pleading look. Probably meaning that Tegan needed another little push to tell them what was going through his mind. Of course, Scholar couldn't ignore that.

"Aww, come on man! If it was because you were spacing out like usual you would've just said "it's nothing" butcha didn't! You know you can tell us everything right? We won't snitch."

Tyler followed.

"Exactly! We'll never break the bro code of honor. Spill the tea! Or water! Or whatever drink it is!"

Tegan gave them a big sigh before leaving the game on pause and putting the controller down. Tyler and Scholar looked at eachother dumbfounded. When Tegan puts the controller down it means that shit is about to get real... or he's so tired that he'll short-circuit in a span of 10 seconds.

"Well, it's about Karol. Kinda. I guess."

Scholar and Tyler scooched over even closer to be sure to miss none of it. Talking about Karolina wasn't a taboo topic or anything, on the contrary, it was quite frequent and Tegan was totally fine with his friends taking jabs at her as long as it wasn't mean-spirited. But what was rare though, was for Tegan to bring her up out of nowhere.

"It's... how to say this. You know how when it's Christmas and you become super nostalgic about the smallest things? Or when Viewtube recommends you a short clip from a show you used to watch years ago and you decide to marathon it just for the heck of it? Well, for me that "nostalgic" time is our birthday. When I remember how we used to be so close and hang out together all the time I get kinda uh. I don't know. Regretful? Like, maybe if I didn't end up being a loser who spends all of his time playing games and doing dumb stuff Karol might still tolerate me. Or uh. If I dressed up a little nicer or took better care of myself maybe she'd at least want to stand next to me in public? Now, unless absolutely necessary, she doesn't even want to be associated with me. Like, she's ashamed of me or she doesn't want the other students to think that we're related or something. I don't know. Maybe I'm making it sound worse than it actually is but that's how I feel."

Woah. Okay. To be honest, Tyler and Scholar had already thought that something along those lines might be the reason for Tegan's grumpy mood today. That was a feeling he probably carried with him subconsciously everyday, just maybe to a smaller extent since he drowns himself in video games and doritos. But whenever their birthday comes around, all of it resurfaces. He already told them in the past that when Karolina started taking modeling gigs they started slowly growing apart. Tegan had said it so nonchalantly, like it wasn't a big deal and it was natural to "grow apart" but clearly, he wasn't happy about it.

Tegan was hanging his head low, as for Tyler and Scholar, they lay their heads down on Tegan's shoulders. Tyler ran his fingers through Tegan's hair to confort him.

"You're not a loser in any way Tegan. Karolina is the one missing out on you, she shouldn't set standards on you in the first place. So what? Just because you don't wear Bucci, Bupreme or Bouis Buitton it means that she has the right to act like this? You're my best bro and I know that my best friend is the coolest dude in the world. I mean, who can drink 3 monster drinks at the same time through 2 straws amirite?"

"Hm. Actually... You're not wrong."

Wait, 3 monster drinks at the same time with 2 straws? What?? Scholar's eyes widened.

"Uhhh. What the hell do you guys do when I'm not around? And may I remind you that Tegan is also my best friend!"

Tyler let out a laugh through his nose.

"Oh please, you may have barely enough points to unlock his tragic backstory but I'm still the OG. I'm ahead of you by at least a hundred points. Also, I wouldn't exactly call you a friend but rather-"

Tegan swiftly elbowed Tyler in the stomach.

"Ssshhh! Dude!"

"Ouch! Come on man... you know that Scholar is a bit dense sometimes, you gotta at least let me spell it out for him."

This was about to become a fight between the two of them, with Tegan trying to shut Tyler up and Tyler desperately trying to tell Scholar something. However, someone knocked on the door. That's weird, usually Ellie just barges in without even asking if she can. She just says "It's Ellie!" and comes in like this is her room as much as it is Tegan's and Tyler's. Their small fight stopped and Tegan got up to open the door... to be welcomed with cheers and confetti flying in the air. "WOOOOOOO!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NERD!!!" Ellie had brought the whole gang: Alistair, Axel, Claire, Raquel and even Tadashi. The only ones who weren't there were Karolina and Neha but in a way, it was kind of to be expected. They were maybe celebrating Karolina's birthday in her room with some of their friends from the fashion department? In any case, everyone was thrilled for Tegan. They congratulated him and gave him some gifts even if they were a little bit less personal than anticipated. It was apparent that some of those were chosen in a rush. If Scholar had to guess, since Tegan is so secretive and discreet about everything, he probably didn't tell anyone about his birthday and Ellie had to go around fetching everyone and bringing them together. That's why some of the gifts exuded that "Oh shit! It's Tegan's birthday today!!!" aura. Especially Tadashi's gift.

"This is kopi luwak. Those coffee beans are extracted from the asian palm civet's excrements. I know that you're more into energy drinks but I thought that you might want to try something different. I know it sounds disgusting but the taste is actually not bad and it'll definitely wake you up, everytime you remember that you're drinking coffee that came out of an animal's digestive system it gives you an extra dose of adrenaline. No matter how many times I drink it, this coffee always makes me feel like I'm a little bit in danger and it wakes me up immediately."

Tegan looked really curious about it but at the same time uneasy at the thought of having to drink coffee made of beans that came out of an animal's asshole.

"Woah... thanks... Tadashi."

"You're welcome."

So that's how Tadashi stays awake, huh? He makes himself fear for his life by drinking weird coffee. Scholar had already heard of it, there's even some kinds that are made from elephant poop and civet cat poop. However, Axel was the first and only one to call Tadashi out.

"What the fuck man? It's his birthday and you gifted him fricking coffee beans that come from a raccoon's butthole? Well, I guess the nickname Tadashit fits you perfectly since you literally drink shit."

Tadashi rolled his eyes so far back that his pupils might've gone in his skull if he wasn't human.

"Like I said, it comes from the asian palm civet. Not a raccoon. Also, do not call me that."

Axel and Tadashi kept on bickering for a while before Claire brought the cake.

"Ta-dah! Sorry if it's not good enough but there weren't any backeries out there willing to make a birthday cake on such a short notice. I had to bake it myself with Alistair's help. We hope you like it!"

The cake gave off a really homey feeling. Scholar was reminded from back home when all of his birthday cakes looked really similar to this one. The icing was really amateurish looking but really really cute. Alistair switched the lights off and Tegan took a moment to think about his wish. The room went silent in front of his stern expression, seems like whatever his wish was, it must be pretty important. When he blew the candles everyone cheered but no one asked him what he wished for. Maybe no one felt the need to since it is said that if you say your wish out loud it won't come true.

Before Raquel could cut the cake Alistair took his phone out. "Wait! Wait a sec, let's take pictures with the cake first! I'm the one who drew the Zbox and the Playmotion logo..."

Raquel put the knife down while laughing. "Oohhh. So I bet that's the real reason why you don't want me to cut it yet?"

They all took lots of ridiculous pictures with the cake. It was a pretty big one so Raquel cut it into 10 slices. After a bit of a ruckus, things finally started calming down. The 9 of them sat down in a circle and talked about random subjects: the teachers, the homework, sleep paralysis, the new Store Wars movie, the conscious and unconscious mind in cognitive psychology...

The time was passing by and everyone was having fun no matter how weird the conversation was getting until Raquel reminded everyone of the last slice of cake.

"If no one's gonna eat it, I'll eat it."

The only one who was against it was Tyler who also wanted the last slice. They decided to choose the winner through rock paper scissors. A 3 round match. But just as it was about to start, someone knocked on the door again. Did the noise annoy the neighbours? It was getting pretty late after all.

Scholar got up to open the door only to find... Karolina followed by Neha!

"Happy b- oh. It's you."

Karolina was holding a small package and as for Neha, she didn't even bother to wrap up her gift. It was a fancy hoodie with a sort of skull on its back. Tegan almost flew towards the door.

"Karol! You came... and Neha, is that Sombra merch?"

Neha smiled warmly, seeing that he noticed right away.

"Yes. I mean, kind of. It's that character from Underwatch, right? I don't know if it's your favorite but one time I remember you saying that "she was fun to play". So I made you this. The quality isn't really that good though, sorry. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to make it properly. Anyway, I'm rambling. Happy birthday Tegan."

Tegan immediately put the purple hoodie on in excitement.

"Looks sick. Thank you Neha. You really nailed the logo."

Karolina also thought that it looked "sick" but not in a good way. She was clearly not getting why wearing that sort of thing would make someone happy. Since it was made by Neha, of course it was really well done but why does he prefer wearing video game merch rather than high quality clothing? She was almost regretting coming here. Tyler laughed at the sight of Karolina trying really hard not to roll her eyes, it looked like her pupils were trembling. Kinda terrifying honestly.

"I would've thought that you like soldier 76 or Tracer better since... they're about as straight as you are. But besides that, it looks dope Neha! Would you make one of my paintings into a T-shirt one day? Like, you know, my birthday? August 21st? Pretty pleaaase!"

It wasn't long until everyone started requesting clothes from Neha for their birthdays. Of course, she shut them all down while Karolina still stood there with what looked like a gift.

"Ugh. I see that you invited a lot... of people."

Her cold gaze was on Axel and Alistair specifically, since she did not like those two. As for Tegan, he was silently waiting for his gift. Judging by his face, it had been a while since Karolina had showed up to one of their birthdays, not to mention that she brought a gift too.

"Anyway... here. I'm sure you don't play those kinds of games anymore but uh... Well, in any case you better not laugh at my gift. Or else."

Tegan carefully unwrapped the gift. It was the new Maryo Kart! Everyone was baffled. Karolina actually gifted Tegan a video game? What's next? Is she going to play it too on top of gifting it? Tegan thanked her happily and reached for something behind the TV. It was Karolina's gift. Her eyes scanned the shape of the wrapping trying to guess what it was. Though she didn't lose any more time trying to figure out what it was and opened it. It was a Bouis Buitton bag. Karolina smiled.

"Basic choice but not bad. Thanks."

Seeing that Neha had already sat down, Karolina did the same. Of course, to Raquel's regret, they ended up splitting the last slice of cake, Karolina said that she didn't mind since she couldn't afford to eat food with too much calories. Especially not pastries but she let this one slide. As for Tegan, he immediately switched the game on. Of course. But then, he offered the second controller to Karolina. Everyone looked at him like he was batshit crazy. Miraculously though, Karolina sighed and took the controller.

"...Fine. But I don't remember the controls anymore."

That was a fricking lie. Karolina was killing it?? At Maryo Kart?? Raquel was going crazy. Well, everyone actually. But especially Raquel.

"What the hell?! So you steal the last slice of cake and now you're whooping Tegan's ass in a video game? I didn't even think you knew how to hold the controller correctly..."

Karolina clicked her tongue at that remark, looking unimpressed. Though clearly, she was a bit embarrassed about playing against her brother in front of 9 other people who had no idea that she was even capable of touching a controller without throwing up. But during that time, Tegan was grinning like a kid. It was like going back in time for him. He was thrilled. How many years has it been since the last time they played together like this?

"Believe it or not, but Karolina was actually the one to always kick my ass in video games. She was too strong. Thankfully, she's a bit rusty now."

Karolina elbowed his arm violently but Tegan didn't budge. It was like he was used to it, maybe Karolina always tried to distract him from the game by pushing him when they were little?

"Oh shut up. It's the game's fault. Why the heck did they add that much useless features? Also, the maps are way worse than the old Maryo Kart games. Those ones are a jumbled mess, doesn't make any goddamn sense with those twists and turns."

Karolina frighteningly sounded like a retrogaming nerd. Could it be that Tegan's love for video games came from...? Nah, no way. She's just salty that Tegan is catching up in wins. They're tied now.

"Okay! What about this: The one who wins the next round gets a kiss on the cheek from Scholar!" Ellie proclaimed in a loud voice.

"Wait! Why me??"

Scholar honestly doubted that Karolina would like that, Tegan? Maybe. But not Karolina. Surprisingly enough she didn't react but that lack of reaction probably hid something. Usually she would complain and quit but she's not the type to lose on purpose after getting this far. Tegan looked fired up too. Looking back on it, earlier Tyler was trying really hard to say something. Could it be that both Tegan and Karolina like Scholar? Well... that would be extremely awkward and unlikely.

In any case, it looks like Tegan has a head start.

"What's wrong Karol? Have you really forgotten the controls?"

"Say that again and I might murder you."

This is the most intense party of Maryo Kart anyone had ever seen. Isn't there an e-sport for it? Maybe the Novak(ova) siblings should sign up...

In the end, Karolina managed to catch up somehow. Ellie took that host voice again.

"Alright ladies and gents! Looks like Karolina will be the one receiving the prize! But what an act of cruelty on the sister's part, wouldn't you say? Because she was heartless and unpleasant I declare that as compensation the viewers should also get a kiss!"

Everyone cheered for Scholar's kiss but funnily enough, Tegan looked super offended. He was about to throw a tantrum.

"Wait. So I'm the only one without a kiss?!? That is so unfair! It's my birthday... I should at least get a participation fee!"

Tyler patted him on the back.

"That's rough, buddy. But hey, at least your boyfriend didn't turn into the moon."

Tegan quickly elbowed Tyler in the stomach again.

"Dude! Scholar's not my... dammit, I told you to be quiet earlier."

"Ow! I didn't even say any name... You're the one digging your own grave man. Look, he's looking this way."

Seeing that Tegan looked absolutely heartbroken (and pissed), Scholar took Ellie's place as the announcer.

"Change of plans! Only the siblings get a kiss because it's their birthday. All the others won't get any because it would be extremely unfair."

That's when everyone started booing but Raquel seemed to have an idea. A stupid one. But still an idea.

"Uhhh, excuse me! Actually, I'm their sister. We're triplets, so I also get a kiss!"

Axel did the same.

"No, Raquel is lying sir! We're actually quadruplets so I get a kiss as well! The four of us look so similar, I have no idea how you missed that..."

This whole thing turned out to be ridiculous. Seems like Tegan and Karolina suddenly had 8 new siblings. But of course, only the 2 of them got the kiss. Everyone was satisfied with the birthday party despite all of the chaos.

-------------------------------------- Oooookay! That's it! Sorry the ending was so abrupt (as usual) but I never know how to end these... Thank you for reading though! And sorry if you cringed! But that's a risk I'm willing to take ✊😔

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #Tegan Novak #Karolina Novakova #fanfic #fanfiction #I loved the Bucci Bupreme and Bouis Buitton part 😂#the idea was actually from a video #he's a youtuber who makes animatics #I think his name is erold?

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som3thingcr3ative · 5 years ago

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And I am Wanting 3

Wow! Two in two days? *this girl is on fire plays faintly in the background*

but for real. that’s crazy.

I’m so sorry about the angst I’m throwing at you with this one. It’s gonna suck, but I hope the ending of it will make up for it- and on a better note, part 4 is gonna be sooo much better for your heart!

Also: there are a few little non-canon-explicit details thrown in here, things that I’ve seen in the geraskier tag and have accepted as fanon. I’ll tag them as what they are once they’re exposed in the story, but I really don’t want to spoil anything just yet! Feel free to draw your own conclusions and let me in on them!

part one part two part three part four

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier get used to their duo becoming a trio; Lani has a nightmare; Jaskier finds a not-so-hidden talent

Warnings: mentions of arousal, a curse

Pairing: pining!Geralt pining!Jaskier

Geralt wakes as the first light of dawn stretches across the horizon. Lani sits before the fire, having kept it alive all night despite having one hand occupied by Jaskier. The Witcher’s eyes soften when he sees how Jaskier curls around Lani, how the woman accepts his touch- but something also prickles in Geralt’s chest, a brief thought of how it is normally him that the bard curls against. He shakes it off as he stretches, drawing Lani’s tired eyes.

“Morning.” She murmurs, yawning.

“Hmm.” Geralt gruffs, standing rather stiffly. He lumbers off to the nearby woods to handle his business.

Lani is still sat in the same position when he returns. The sun has painted the sky in navy and purple, but it’s still a ways off. Around them, the woods are starting to stir with life in the growing light.

“Do you mind if I-” Lani waves a hand toward the woods where he came from, raising an eyebrow as if to question if she needs an escort or not. Thinking about the way he treated her last night, Geralt takes her sarcastic question in stride and gives her a slight nod.

“Hm.” He burrs, not yet ready to talk. It’s too early in the morning for all that.

Lani stands, stretches. Her back and shoulders pop and she lets out a low groan, yawning once more. Geralt watches her step carefully over Jaskier as she sets off into the woods.

Roach nickers to the Witcher, waking up and expecting some sort of food. Geralt moves over to her, rubbing her neck before he unties her leadrope. She moves almost instantly to the other side of the clearing where there is grass. Lani’s gelding looks offended that he wasn’t free to graze too, so Geralt sets Roach’s leadrope over her withers and unties the black horse, standing back to watch the two. Still tied to the tree from last night, Lani’s dark grey mare is fully asleep, a leg cocked in rest.

Over the course of the night Roach and the gelding seem to have become friends with only minimal bickering; Roach boasts a little nip to her cheek, the gelding has a patch of missing hair on his throat. Roach pins her ears when he gets too close. He turns away, choosing a different patch of grass and placating the mare in the process.

“Hmm.” Geralt says, watching them. He looks up as Lani reappears among the trees, looking exhausted. She spares a glance for the horses before she resumes her position by the fire. The Witcher watches her for a second before he decides he’s been awake long enough to be verbal. “He’ll sleep for an hour or two more.” He says, motioning to Jaskier. “I’ll keep watch.”

Lani nods, sending him a grateful half-smile. Anger pounds back to the surface when he sees her bruises in the growing sunlight; they look worse than they did the night before. She curls up on Jaskier’s bedroll beside him, scant inches from his sleeping form. The bard groans in his sleep, reaching out to tug her closer. Geralt watches, feeling something that isn’t anger burning in his chest as she drapes the blanket over them both and rests her head on Jaskier’s outstretched arm. Within minutes, her breathing has evened out and slowed.

The sky has turned from purple to pink to orange and finally bright blue by the time Jaskier wakes. He picks his head up, startled to find Lani asleep in his arms, and Geralt nearly laughs at his expression.

“I thought she fell asleep on watch!” Jaskier whispers, his right arm trapped under her head.

Geralt shakes his head, trying not to smile. That’s not why he looks so surprised, he thinks, watching as the bard slowly extricates his arm from under Lani, replacing it with a pillow made of her discarded blanket. He notes the way Jaskier’s clothes are rumpled, his hair a mess- and there’s a blush rising on his cheeks, a blush that has something to do with the arousal the Witcher can smell on him. Normal for the morning. Geralt’s inner voice of reason says. No different than any other day. Except today, Jaskier didn’t wake up next to the Witcher: he woke up curled around a woman, and to the same effect.

He can’t think on it too long, or the strip of fabric he holds in his hands intended as a gift of sorts for Lani becomes more like a burning betrayal of his feelings.

During the time that Jaskier and Lani slept, Geralt hadn’t been sedentary. He’d caught, skinned and cooked two rabbits and boiled a pot of water for them from a nearby stream. He’d watered the horses- and woken Lani’s lazy grey mare. She reminds him of Roach, a little bit. It’s mostly in the way she carries herself; unamused by the world and its little annoyances, though she is significantly more sleepy than the chestnut. Maybe it’s the draft in her.

Lani groans, coming to. She instantly puts a hand over her eyes, shielding them from the early morning light. Geralt squints up at the sun to find it behind a cloud. It’s worse than I thought. He thinks, already heading toward her with the fabric in hand.

“Here.” he gruffs, holding the strip of black cloth against her hand.

“What-” She questions, spreading her fingers just the tiniest bit. Her pupils are contracted to slivers in the light. “What is that?”

“A blindfold.” Geralt says, as if it were obvious. “It will help.”

Lani grunts, pushing herself to a sitting position with a hand still over her eyes. She’s grumpy, that much Geralt can tell, probably from being woken after only a few short hours of sleep. Finally, she takes the blindfold from him with her free hand, pressing it carefully over her eyes. Once she’s tied it behind her head, she looks around curiously. “Thank you,” She eventually says, a soft smile on her lips. “I can actually see through this!” Geralt takes a look at the black discoloration around her left eye, the bruise that not even the wide strip of the blindfold can cover- and his mood sours.

“Hm.” He says, without Jaskier there to translate.

The Witcher moves to saddle Roach when Lani notices the rabbit on a spit for breakfast. He doesn’t do well with grateful behavior; it’s not something anyone outside of Jaskier has ever displayed around him for as long as he can remember. Speaking of, the bard is still gone. Geralt keeps an eye on the woods, his body tilted toward where Jaskier went as he brushes down his horse. Lani wordlessly joins him, holding a rabbit thigh between her teeth. She brushes and saddles her black gelding as she eats, stealing bites between her actions.

Jaskier still isn’t back by the time Roach is tacked up. If it weren’t for his scent lingering in the wind, Geralt would’ve gone to find him. As it is, he notices Lani’s occasional glances from him to the woods but decides not to say anything. She still squints; he can see her brows furrow everytime she looks somewhere other than the ground, but at least she can see. Her gelding stands perfectly still, his eyes closing for a nap as she tightens her girth, strapping a few saddlebags to the back of her saddle.

The bard finally returns from the woods just as Geralt’s gaze is focused on Lani as she holds a bit up to the gelding. He accepts it without question and she clips it to the halter.

“Hmm.” Geralt grunts.

“He’s confused.” Jaskier says without pause, taking a glance at the halter with the bit attached. “Don’t you have to carry a bridle?”

Lani seems grateful that Jaskier hasn’t mentioned the blindfold, though his eyes certainly remain locked on it. “No,” she says. “I call this a travel bridle. I designed it myself so that I can just convert it to a bridle when I need it and take off the bit and reins when I don’t. It’s easier than carrying both a halter and bridle.”

“Hm.” Geralt says.

“I agree.” Jaskier concurs. “It is cool.” He stretches his arms over his head, yawning. His eyes slide to the rabbit and he lights up. “Ooh, breakfast!”

Geralt thinks he sees Lani roll her eyes playfully as she looks in Jaskier’s direction, but he can’t be sure. Finished with her gelding, she moves to the mare and starts strapping her remaining saddle bags to her.

“What did you bring?” Jaskier asks, his mouth full of rabbit meat. He looks from the bags on the gelding to the mare, curious.

Lani doesn’t stop working, her fingers deft on the straps. Geralt notices with a hint of curiosity that she leaves room for a rider, unlike the way the mare had been the night before. “I brought what I thought was necessary. Food, shelter, a change of clothes. All the coin I could reasonably carry. Several weapons, some medicinal herbs and supplies.”

“You’re not planning on going back.” Geralt realizes. “Why?”

He could swear that her eyes are on him despite the black cloth. “There’s nothing for me to go back to. Loretta’s dead. My father’s dead. The only reason I’d ever go back is to get the rest of what I hid during my time as the vigilante.”

“Your plan?” Jaskier asks, the excitement of a possible song playing through his mind. “Did you bring him down?”

“I killed him.” Lani says without emotion. “But I didn’t get to make him watch as the empire he built crumbled around him. I didn’t get to make him realize just how many throats he’d stepped on in his quest for power. There was no justice in his death, just self-defense.”

“He’s the one who hit you?” Geralt growls, his eyes glowing with rage.

“He’s dead for it.” She answers. For a second Geralt thinks she’ll say more, but she just walks over to the fire and picks up the remainder of the rabbit left out for her.

Jaskier seems to realize that the conversation is over, too. He kicks dirt over the fire and stands up, still chewing on a rabbit thigh. “Well,” he whines, “another day of walking.”

Lani’s eyebrows raise over the lip of the blindfold as she pulls her hood over her head. “You’re not walking.” She says.

“What?” Jaskier asks, confused, but Lani just takes the mare’s reins and swings up on her from the ground, pressing a hand to her ribs once she’s up. “You could’ve asked for help-” Jaskier protests when he sees that she’s still hurt. She shakes her head, dismissing his concern.

“You can ride Romeo.” Lani says, motioning to the black gelding and ignoring his concern. “He’s gentle.”

Jaskier preens, his brows raising as he looks from the gelding to Geralt. “I get to ride? My own horse?”

“Still her horse.” Geralt grumbles, but he’s secretly relieved that Jaskier won’t be forced to walk. He watches Jaskier mount up with a careful eye, noting that the bard is awkward, but not incompetent when it comes to riding.

“I used to ride when I was little!” Jaskier starts as the trio take the first steps onto the path north. “My mother had a grey pony, a mare, and she taught me how to ride on her. I’d ride every day. She was the best mount, so gentle, so kind. I rode her until she couldn’t be ridden any more, and when she passed away we got a horse who was so mean.”

Geralt watches Lani as she moves with each step of the draft mare, Jaskier’s babbling fading into background noise. Her hood is drawn, her face and the blindfold hidden by the shadow, but she doesn’t seem to have any trouble seeing through both; she guides the mare easily and gently while beside her Jaskier holds his reins too high and makes gestures as he speaks. If he couldn’t smell the coppery blood lingering beneath her skin or the occasional whiffs of her pain when the mare jostles her, he would never know that she’d been beaten by both a werewolf and her father. The Lady’s posture is still perfect as she rides.

“Hm.” Geralt grunts, quiet enough that Jaskier can’t hear to translate.

They travel like that until the sun’s rays fall below the horizon and the hooting of owls echoes around them in the dark.

“Such pretty red hair,” the witch comments, twirling a lock of Lani’s hair around her pinkie as the woman trembles, kneeling at her feet. She can’t move; her body is no longer under her own control. There’s not a time in memory that she’s been this terrified, absolutely out of her mind with it as she whimpers, eyes forced to remain locked on the witch’s face.

It’s not a face she’d soon forget, anyway.

“You remind me of a fox, little pup.” She says. “With such pretty red hair.” Her eyes slide to Lord Corro, equally frozen on his knees beside Lani. “She must’ve gotten it from her dam, yes? Tell me, what would you do to spare your daughter?”

And Lani’s gut clenches as her father is permitted to speak. Pleas fall from his lips faster than she can follow: ‘Anything, I’ll pay you anything, just spare her, spare me, please,’

His jaw clicks closed audibly and he whimpers, having bitten down on his tongue. Lani sees blood trickle from his lips as his tongue remains trapped, crushed between his front teeth.

“You see, I don’t care for payment.” The witch comments, gaze falling back on Lani. Around them are the shredded corpses of knights who’d offered the same in exchange for their life. Lani feels inclined to believe the woman. Gold won’t get her out of this- her fathers’ or hers. The werewolf’s blood is on her hands and hers alone, though the witch doesn’t know that. “You caused my pet to be taken away, Lord Corro. I cannot forgive that.”

Lani’s breath catches in her throat when the woman clothed in blood bends at the waist, taking Lani’s jaw between her fingers. There’s nothing she can do as her face is tilted upwards toward the woman.

“Your beauty…” She says, venom behind her eyes. They’re the color of a white sand beach, pale and cold. “T’would be such a shame if it were for naught.” For a second she seems to contemplate her choices before she releases Lani and steps back, pacing before them. “You see, Lord Corro, if I’ve learned one thing in my centuries, it’s that being lonely is the worst affliction a person can suffer. Being unlovable, despite beauty, despite power. To love, unrequited, to know that no one can ever love you… yes, I’ve decided.”

The witch turns to Lani whose stomach twists. She can’t breathe; her chest is too tight, her battered body fighting for every heartbeat under the panic of the witch’s hold.

“Lani Corro,” Her voice reverberates, hands glowing with magic as she places them on Lani’s shoulders: “I curse you. Thrice I curse you; no human shall ever love you. Should you find something to love that cannot love you back, you will suffer. Your suffering can only be ended by a witcher; no mortal means can kill you and nor can you kill yourself. And thrice again; on each full moon you will become more and more a beast. You will live to see the destruction your body causes, aware of it and yet not in control. Your body will never bear life and any child you try to rear will fall sick and die before your eyes.”

When her curse is spoken, the witch releases Lani. She falls to her hands and knees, dry heaving. “Please-” She begs, though she doesn’t know what she’s begging for. Of all the curses suddenly placed upon her, she only cares about one. To cause destruction and be unable to stop it is the worst thing she can imagine, worse even than becoming a beast.

She doesn’t realize her father has been released as well until he starts babbling. “No,” He says, “Not my Lani sweet, she must be loved, she must have an heir!”

The witch laughs when Lani’s scent betrays how sick she feels at her father’s words. “I will place one final curse upon you.” She says. “A curse like no other; the curse of hope. Should you be lucky enough to find something to love you, whatever form you are in at that time will be the form you have until the thing’s death. You will live exactly as long as they do.” She cackles, eyes glittering. “I am sure this will be your undoing. Hope is a fickle thing that destroys far more often than it aids.”

And then the witch waves her hand and Lani screams, a gut-punched sound as excruciating pain rips through her head.

Jaskier is startled awake by Lani’s bone-chilling, terrified scream. It tears from her throat as she sleeps, thrashing, hands clawing at her eyes. Beside him, Geralt instinctively has his sword drawn, though he drops it when he sees the reason for the disturbance; a nightmare. He’d been on watch, so while Jaskier’s eyes are clouded with sleep, his own gaze is sharp, his mind unfogged. Lani is still screaming, though with every breath she whimpers, tears streaming down her face. Geralt catches her wrists before she claws her eyes out; she wakes with a gasp, shooting upward.

“Please-” She whimpers, slitted pupils wide in the night. Her dream clings to her; the witcher can smell it. Her scent is terror and pain in a nauseating abundance and the way she starts to fall apart before his eyes is almost worse.

Jaskier draws her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as tears stream in fat rivulets down her cheeks. She’s such a strong woman, Geralt thinks, wondering how in the hell she’d been able to hold it together during the day if her nightmares are this bad.

“What was it?” Jaskier asks in between reassuring promises while Geralt watches, laying his sword beside him. Lani’s incapable of words as she curls into a tight ball on the bard’s lap, crying so hard her entire frame trembles. Geralt’s sure it can’t be comfortable, what with the way her body is slowly healing from the werewolf fight and then the beating she took afterwards. “You can tell us, Lani. We’re here for you.”

And damn if Geralt doesn’t feel that in his heart. We’re here for you, the words repeat in his head, over and over. We. He’d said it so easily, so honestly that he has to believe it.

The Witcher reaches out a hand to the trembling woman, touching her shoulder. He strokes from her shoulder to her elbow and back, scooting closer to Jaskier.

“My curse-” She eventually hiccups, still trembling as she drags the heel of her hand over her eyes. “It’s only going to get worse. I- I can’t- there’s nothing I can do about it. I swore I’d never be helpless again after-” and here she cuts herself off, shaking her head quickly before continuing. “I swore I’d never be helpless again, but now here I am. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

“Was that the nightmare?” Geralt asks. “You replayed your memory?”

Lani nods, sniffling. She leans her head against Jaskier, her ear over his heart as she closes her eyes, taking comfort in his presence. “The pain was horrible, Geralt.” She murmurs, sounding defeated. “When she changed my eyes- I never want to go through that again.”

“You said it’s going to get worse?” Geralt gets a glare from the bard for that one, a glare so hot he almost flinches.

“Every month I’m going to turn more and more into a beast.” Lani admits, pushing away from Jaskier as she talks. She curls her legs to her chest and wraps her arms around them, suddenly avoiding physical touch. “I’ll be a monster.”

Geralt doesn’t know what to say to that. She very well could turn into a monster; a werewolf, a bruxa- he doesn’t know her curse so he doesn’t know what could happen. Thankfully, Jaskier makes up for his silence, gently taking one of Lani’s hands in his own. He strokes his thumb over her knuckles, brilliant blue eyes wide and worried in the firelight.

“We’re here for you, Lani. We won’t let you turn into a monster.” He glances over to the Witcher. “Right, Geralt?”

“Hmm.” Geralt says.

Jaskier moves closer to her, draping an arm over her shoulders and sitting beside her. She sits stiffly, curled in on herself, still sniffling. “He said he won’t let it happen.”

Lani lets out a short laugh, looking over at the bard with tear-stained eyes. “How do you know what he’s saying?”

Jaskier shrugs. “I’ve been with his insufferable ass for three years now,” He jests, grinning at Geralt. “One learns to understand the small languages he speaks.”

Her answering smile is watery, but it’s a smile. Geralt feels a weight lift off her shoulders as she leans into Jaskier, getting over her nightmare. He watches her as she stares into the fire, Jaskier tracing idle patterns onto her shoulder with his fingers. “Will you… will you sing for me?” She asks, her eyes holding lingering sadness in them. Geralt looks at the bard to find his eyes already on him, almost as if asking if it would bother him. The Witcher can’t find it in what remains of his heart to say no.

“Of course, love.” Jaskier says, the pet name rolling off his tongue as easily as ‘we’ had, and Geralt’s once more reminded of how easily the bard trusts, how willingly he accepts people despite their flaws. He clears his throat, drawing Lani closer. For a second Geralt waits and then Jaskier’s hums; it flows across the clearing, quiet and soft but with a haunting lilt.

The bard sings in a language Geralt vaguely recognizes, catching very few words- Pais Dinogad, his mind supplies, as if from some long locked memory. Lani’s eyes droop almost immediately, her body sagging against Jaskier. Geralt feels the effects of Jaskier’s singing as well as the bard seems to lose himself to the song.

His voice carries across the woods as Geralt lays down by the fire, lulled by the warmth and Jaskier’s song. Around them, all the animals go quiet to listen. Roach rests her head on Romeo’s back, her face turned toward the bard, eyes closed. Lani’s grey mare lays down with a soft grunt, relaxing utterly and completely. Lani herself is fast asleep in Jaskier’s arms as the bard repositions her to rest on the bedroll, still singing.

Jaskier’s eyes are soft and wanting as he looks at both of his companions. Geralt’s features are eased by sleep, his unbound hair falling around his face in gentle waves. Lani lays beside him, close enough to touch. Jaskier’s voice continues as if it has a mind of its own, giving voice to the lullaby that he can feel in his heart.

Something about it feels right to him- it could be the language he speaks in, a language he can’t remember learning but knows anyway- or it could be the melody. He doesn’t know why, but he feels calm, like all the tension has drained from his body.

When the lullaby is over and the last lingering note rings out in the still air, Jaskier lays himself beside Geralt and Lani, drawing the blanket over their three bodies. He has the sense that they will not be bothered that night as every creature within earshot sleeps.

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Jim Mason Relationship Headcanons. (Jim x Reader)

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of drugs.

Everything fell into place for Jim Mason the day you came into his life. You were a breath of fresh air that had the ocean breeze beat by a long shot, turning his entire world upside down. The thrill of the waves was nothing in comparison to the way he felt when he was with you. Jim was already yours before you even knew it.

But you were equally as smitten with him as well. Those sea blue eyes had you hooked in no time, and it was everything you've been waiting for. Jim had an innocence to him as well as this magnetizing intensity that you often found yourself drawn to the more time you spent with him.

Both of you instantly become inseparable.

Jim has a photo of the two of you as his wallpaper on his phone. Medina took it the time all three of you hit the beach one afternoon and you had jumped onto his back. You're looking down at him and he's craning his neck to look back at you with your legs hooked around his waist, wide smiles of complete and utter bliss on both of your faces with the ocean in the background as the sunset splashed against it.

And for your contact photo, you're laying on the towel in the sand with a pair of sunglasses on, shooing his phone away from you with a smile on your face.

You hate it, but he loves it.

Medina swears he's the happiest he's ever been when you're around.

Part of what draws him to you is your carefree spirit, and the way you're never afraid to speak your mind. It's such an attractive quality of yours that he almost didn't know what to do with it. But he liked it. He lived for it. And he lived for the endearing way your face would fire up whenever he closed in on you, brushing his fingertips against your skin, and the way your body sometimes unleashed this involuntary shudder afterward. It always embarrassed you for whatever reason. But you had no idea what you did to him. To Jim, you were this delicate human being as fragile as a flower that was made of glass. And he would never do anything to break you.

And then of course, surfing. It wasn't exactly something you wanted to explore. The idea of trusting the water to carry you over it and the probability of how many times you'd fall on your ass was just not appealing, but one pleading look from those blue eyes instantly melted your resolve.

The smell of the ocean quickly becomes Jim's own personal scent to you. You always loved the way it clung to his dark hair after he came back from surfing and how the tiny grains of sand managed to get tangled into it as well. It created a sense of familiarity for you, almost as if that specific energy and everything that came with it was designed just for him. However. There were some of those times when Jim would come looking for you after finishing up with the waves and literally bring it to you. You'd either be somewhere in the house, or on the back porch that overlooked the ocean whenever you decided that you'd rather be there than be out. This happened to be one of those times and you were just able to make out his lengthy figure on his way back to the house. "Hey," You called, taking a few steps forward to meet him halfway. "How was the water?" "Wet." He called back to you as he dragged his surfboard along with him, his soaking wet frame glinting in the sunlight. You grinned. "So I see. I was watching you for a bit.” "Should've come with me." Jim grinned as he reached you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "I missed you out there.” You watched him squint against the sun, standing before you in that black wet suit. Droplets of water rolled off of his body and onto the ground below you. And you couldn't help the small flash of guilt that followed, nodding afterward. "I know. Next time, I promise." "That's what you said last time." Jim half scolded. His blue eyes sparkled between the set of his dampened eyelashes and you couldn't help but smile at the sight, thinking he looked like a wet puppy more than anything else. A pouting, wet puppy. "Yeah but I mean it this time." You reached up and brushed aside a few saturated locks of his chestnut hair. "Now c'mon, let's get you dried off." Jim dropped his gaze down your figure and suddenly smirked. You faltered, eyebrows anchored together in confusion. "What?" His smirk broadened. Your eyes then popped all the way open, realizing what he was thinking. "Jim, no," You warned, starting to take a step backward. "Don't even think abou-Jim!" The brunette ignored your pleas as he dropped his surfboard and then pulled you into his dripping torso, arms snaking around your waist. And you instantly groaned, cringing as the water from his wet suit began seeping through your clothes and onto your skin. "Dammit, Jim!" He chuckled deeply into your ear and purposefully squeezed you into him even further. Patches of moisture were tattooed in the shape of his body on the fabric, darkening over it. You despised the sensation of wet clothing in general and it was nearly all over you after that. "I hate when you do this!" You were laughing by now, despite your best efforts not to, your arms having no choice but to fall around his broad shoulders. And he was smiling by the time he pulled back to look at you. "Doesn't seem like it." You squinted slightly. Smug bastard. Jim breathed a laugh through his nose as if he could hear what you were thinking. But before you could say or try to do anything to punish him for it, he leaned in and captured your lips. Which is what you figured what he assumed was the only way for him to get out of that one. Not that he was wrong. And a smile proceeded to spread over your face as you kissed him back, fingers laced over the nape of his neck. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" You mumbled against his lips. He slowly pulled away and smirked in response, idle drops of water rolling down his face and past a few freckles over his cheek. "You did want me to dry off." "Not on me, smartass." You grinned through your sarcasm, giving his hair a playful tug. Jim angled his head into the direction of where your hand pulled at him, his eyes closing while the corners of his lips gave way into another crooked smile. You briefly wondered if he had any actual idea to how charming he really was. It made the little stunts like these he pulled off easier to take in stride. "Now we both have to dry off."

Sometimes he'll hoist you up over his shoulder and carry you out to the beach. Just because. He'd haul you up with one arm and tuck his surfboard under the other. Despite the times you'd rather walk since you have your own legs, and "a lovely pair they are, too" according to Jim. But you never complained, because of the rather impressive sight of his backside that it left you.

But don't get him started about the Bay Boys. The mention of it alone is always enough to put the fire into his eyes, and he forbids you to go anywhere near the beach unless he's with you. He's warned you several times about how territorial they are and refuses to let you get mixed up with their crowd. You'll never forget the occasion you once mentioned to Jim about going for a swim in the ocean one summer day. The temperature was breaching the nineties and you were dying to beat the heat somehow. It wasn't going to be for very long, since it was getting late and you never liked to be anywhere when it was dark anyway. It would've taken all of ten minutes, maybe. Twenty at the most. But he was not having it. "Jim-" "No." The brunette was attempting to tidy up his room by wadding up the clothes he had laying on the floor when you approached him, shoving them into his dresser drawers. And the edge was already present in his tone but you didn't have to ask why. "No way." He continued as he jammed in one of his shirts before turning to look at you. "You know who they are. What they're like. And you want to go down there by yourself?" He closed the drawer. "Forget about it.” You pursed your lips. This kind of behavior would've automatically been a huge red flag and the beginning of a deal breaker. You never let anyone tell you what you could or couldn't do. But this was different. And it was different because it was Jim, and because the only reason for his stubborn attitude at all was for your safety and the genuine concern he had for it. He was otherwise never like this to any extent. That wasn't to say you couldn't try, though. "It'll only be for a few minutes." You attempted to argue. "I'll be there and back before you even know I'm gone." He shook his head. "I know those guys, y/n. A few minutes is all it takes." You sighed softly in defeat. This wasn't going to go anywhere. But you supposed you should've known better and couldn't really be angry at him for it. Then something lifted in his gaze as he watched you and he let his shoulders drop, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, look... just give me a minute to change and I'll go with you. Can we do that?" You rolled your eyes and grinned. Should've seen that one coming. Typical. But you nodded, and he paused to smile back at you, sensing your thoughts and then gently eased you into his arms. "I'd apologize," Jim pressed his lips to your forehead, thumb stroking your back. "But if I said I was sorry for everytime I've ever wanted to protect you, then I'd be here forever." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a squeeze, kissing his chin. You couldn't deny the swell of warmth that followed his words after that. And it was easy for you to realize in that moment that you'd rather have him be as careful as he was with you than not have him care at all. You were all too familiar with the latter, and much preferred the way he looked after you instead. "I wouldn't want you to be anywhere else, Jim."

It wasn't a problem for much longer, though. Jim finally packed up and moved out of his parents house sometime after graduation. And near another beach, no less. But you figured it was bound to leave its mark on him in one way or another. You slowly found yourself moving into his new apartment after a while, though. Jim would find personal belongings of yours that you'd often leave behind as well. Most of it was clothing, hair products, and makeup scattered throughout the place. That was until it was decided that he would clear one of the drawers to his dresser for you, ultimately becoming addicted to the sight of your things mixed in with his own.

Jim would even go out of his way to buy your favorite shampoo.

He's the complete gentleman. He always opens the door for you, he's constantly slipping his jacket around your shoulders, and never misses a chance to let you know how beautiful you are. And he always took the greatest care of you. Both physically and emotionally. He was your support system, your friend, your protector. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

Hugs from behind. Jim is always coming up to you and pulling you back into his arms, relishing the way you fit perfectly into them. The way your body curled into his chest always made him feel like he could protect you from anything. And it didn't matter what you were doing. Cooking, laundry, staring out of the window to watch the ocean. Jim never missed the opportunity to draw you into him. You would always feel the way he nuzzled his cheek into yours, arms tightly wound around you, and the way you'd feel the corners of his lips pull up into a smile. It was his favorite place to be. He may have just moved, but you were truly his home.

And he was yours.

Always asks you to text him or call him as soon as you're home so that he knows you made it there safe. When he isn't the one dropping you off himself, that is.

He always kisses you goodnight, too.

And then there was that time he kissed you in the morning.

Making out in movie theaters. Alot.

Jim will sometimes pull you in for a kiss when you're least expecting it. He loves to catch you off guard, and it never fails whenever that's the mood he falls into. You could be in the middle of a conversation and he'll just cut you off with his mouth. Sometimes he'll reel you in by the tail end of your shirt, or he'll turn you around if your back is to him and take you by surprise with the gesture.

But the first kiss was when you were laughing. Jim would never forget it. He had made some lame joke one day, something he was sure that he was going to brood over how utterly stupid it sounded coming from him and then dwell on it for the next two weeks, when you genuinely laughed at him. The sound of it was nothing short of perfect and something that stopped him in his tracks when he heard it. You were so beautiful to him and he didn't realize how strongly he felt for you until that moment. But you were always beautiful, always gorgeous. Inside and out. And then he just.. went for it. Kissed you, right then and there. One minute you were laughing and the next it was dead silent. Jim just took your face into his hands and crushed his lips to yours without a single word. Then he remembered the feeling of complete shock at his own actions after that, and how he pulled away to discover your own surprise. The taste of you was still on his lips as he began to apologize for suddenly doing what he did. But you only pulled him back in, flattening your body to his own as you reconnected your mouths. Jim remembered sweeping you up into his arms once the shock of you returning his affections wore off. He couldn't hold you tight enough as he lifted you from the ground, smiling against your lips as you smiled against his. That was the beginning to it all.

But it wasn't always perfect. There was still the issue of his drugs. You're well aware of the habit and the disappointment you felt that came along with it. Especially when you can tell that he's used it recently by the drastic mood swings. Jim always feels awful for the shit he puts you through with it, too. He knows you hate it. Knows that it's something you wish he'd stop doing. And Jim always apologizes for it, nearly on his knees as he holds your hands to his lips, mumbling his remorse through his tears. It hurts you to witness, knowing that there's still so much that he's dealing with. But you always forgive him. "Leave you?" You ask him breathlessly. Jim was sitting up in bed with you when he blurted out the unexpected fear, taking you by surprise. The two of you were sitting side by side on the edge of it after having an argument when you found any empty bag underneath his bed, knowing full well of what it previously contained. You confronted him with it and it snowballed from a line of defenses into excuses, and then lead to the current state he crumbled into. You were used to some of the things he would say whenever he was caught and felt cornered, but you weren't expecting to hear something like this. "Jimmy, why would I ever do that?" The sound of your voice was quiet and filled with sincere disbelief. But all he did was rub his face, almost aggressively, and you knew it was to hide the sudden rise of moisture that collected in his eyes. "Because I'm fucked up, alright? " His voice came out somewhat mumbled from behind his hand. "All I ever do is fall back to this bullshit. I can't fucking control myself anymore. I've already lost my mind, and it's only a matter of time before I lose..." The rest of his sentenced drowned in the emotion that carried it. Without saying anything, you reached up and took his hands away from his face. His teary eyed gaze locked on yours and left you the sight of his reddened features. It was clear that he was angry and embarrassed, but above all - terrified. It was a look on him that you've never seen before. And you realized it must have showed, because he suddenly pulled back from your hand and turned the exposure of his vulnerability away. "Stop." He swept a hand over his face. "You don't need to see this shit." "You stop.” Your gaze hardened as you reached to pull his hand away again, but he stubbornly kept himself seated away from your view. "I mean it, Jim." You pawed at him once more, voice firmer. "Stop." Jim finally relented. He allowed your hand to ease his watery eyes back to you and hold him in place. You brushed your thumb across his cheek after that, drying the path that his tears left behind. He didn't resist your attempts at this either and you could see the persistent anxiety and internal torment plaguing his cerulean hues from what brought all of this on in the first place. "Listen to me. I am never going to leave you. Not for anything or anyone. You mean the entire world to me, and there's nothing that could ever take me away from you. I love you too much for that, James Mason." And it was then you realized what you'd just admitted out loud. Your breath caught in a second of panic, flushing instantly at your unintentional confession. Neither one of you had exchanged those three little words yet. But you didn't take them back. And by the look on his face after you said it, you knew it caught his attention as well. He seemed just as shocked to hear it as you were from saying it. Both of you didn't say anything at first, and there was an agonizing moment of uncertainty for you that you might've just complicated things for him after that. The last thing you wanted was to possibly make things worse for Jim. His eyes shook with something you couldn't read as he remained frozen to the spot, watching you with something that only amplified the fear that was building up inside of you. But then he erased those worries in a flash by suddenly pulling you flush against his chest and into his arms, clutching onto you with enough strength as if something would actually snatch you away from him in that moment. You circled your arms around him in return and squeezed him tightly. His hand was somewhere on the back of your head now, fingers woven into your hair. "Babe... you do?" You would hear him mumble. And you would nod instantly. "Yes, Jim." You whispered back into the collar of his jean jacket, a round of tears springing to your own eyes. "Of course I do." Sniffing once, you smiled to yourself. "How could I not?" Jim pulled back from you in the next moment, eyes observing your crying face this time. And he mirrored your actions from earlier by brushing aside the track of tears with his thumb, stroking it gently across your cheek. It was the first time that evening that you saw any real relief and resolve about anything settle in his gaze. The ghost of a smile was just starting to peak his lips when he spoke next, voice low but clear. "I love you too, y/n."

That was the turning point for him. Jim decided enough was enough, and started to put real effort into cleaning up his act after that. You made sure to keep him as busy as you could during his recovery, too. Most of this consisted of cooking together, surfing, or sitting up in bed and talking about anything until the early hours of the next day. Those were the times that he cherished with you the most.

Something else Jim was especially fond of is when you'd curl up into his arms and fall asleep. It reassured him of your trust and that you felt comfortable enough to be at your most vulnerable with him. And he always, always watched over you. He'd just lay there with you in silence and keep you close, tucking you into the warmth of his body while he stroked his long fingers through your hair.

The difference in his behavior changed and improved beyond the lengths that you could've ever dreamed possible for him. You were unconditionally proud of him, and always assured him of it. But you were the one he ended up praising by saying that he couldn't have done it without you.

You meant everything to Jim. He was incredibly grateful for the love and support you provided for him. It was always the same thought he fell back to at the end of the day, and at the beginning of another. You were his girl, his baby. The one he didn't want to live without. And it didn't take him long to realize just how much.

The day Jim proposed to you was a day you'd never forget. Medina was in on the whole idea, suggesting that the two of you go out for a girls day and then meet back up at the beach to go surfing afterward. And you always adored his sister, thinking of her as your own, so it didn't take much to persuade you. It was as simple as it was any other time both of you went out so there was nothing for you suspect. One kiss goodbye to the brunette was all there was to it, and then you were off. Little did you know of what you would have waiting for you. *** Jim currently faced his reflection in the bathroom, showered and fully dressed. His hands were placed on the countertop as he observed himself in the mirror. His tall, lean frame towered over the sink and stared back at him with a sense of nervous determination mingling in his sky colored hues. He began to anxiously tap his thumb against the marble surface, chewing on the corner of his bottom lip. "You can do this, you can do this...." He repeated to himself in a whisper. Jim could almost see his own eyes glaze over in thought as pictures of you began filling his mind. His heart thudded erratically in response, reminding him of how real and present the moment of all of it was. Part of him couldn't believe he was going to do what he was about to do. But he was definitely going to do it. Jim knew in his mind and heart that he wanted a future with you, and that no amount of anxiety could prevent him from pursuing it. That's when his phone buzzed. It jarred his senses, and he snatched it from where it sat on the sink to discover a text from Medina. She'd been in touch since leaving with you, keeping him updated on your whereabouts to give him a window of time that he had left to work with. And it read that you two just finished up lunch and were getting ready to head on back. He punched in a quick reply to let her know the message was received before setting it back down. He swallowed. Jim was back up straight in the next moment and smoothed both hands over his hair. A few wayward brown curls bounced back into place and he couldn't help but grunt and grin at the stubborn result. But there he stood, clad in his dark blue button down shirt and black slacks. Jim then slapped a dabbing of cologne over his neck and took a step backward, palming the outline of the box that sat in his pocket. "You can do this." *** Jim gathered the red and white candles he specifically picked out as part of his final act. He had carried them down to the beach, spreading them out along the sand. And without worry of anyone wanting to chase him off the beach itself and away from the ocean for once. It actually turned out to be empty of really anyone at all by some unimaginable stroke of luck, granting him extra privacy. It was more peaceful than he anything could've hoped for, and with just enough breeze to carry the scent of the sea without blowing out the flame to the candles once he lit them. Now there was just one last thing left for him to do. Jim knelt down with one hand outstretched, index finger heading for the tiny grains of sand. *** And not a moment too soon, either. He was just standing up when he could make out the vision of his sister leading you to the beach from a distance. He could see you raise a hand to your forehead soon after, likely in confusion from scoping out the sight of him standing where he was. Jim clasped his hands in front of himself and tried to appear as relaxed as he could. "Jim?" Medina slowly peeled away from your side the closer you became to him to allow the two of you space. His heart felt like it was trying to squeeze through his ribcage when you were in arms reach of him, and he smiled at you. He could finally see the confusion through your own smile back at him and then how your eyes dropped to the ground. "What is all th-" You suddenly stopped, eyes catching sight of the cluster of candles that littered the sand you stood on. It was the tiny flicker of light they gave off that caught your attention. But what actually cut into your sentence was what had been written in the center of the scattered placement of the candles themselves when you saw it. Will you marry me? Those four words stared back up you. The wind was knocked out from your stomach, mind racing and heart pounding at the sandy inscription. Not to mention the adrenaline that was pumping in your ears loud enough to drown out the sound of the waves lapping over one another. "Jim..." You whispered breathlessly, hands raising to your face as the sight of it started to become blurred by your tears. Jim was in view of it all and held your gaze all the way to the sand as he kneeled to it. And the vision of you in that moment was almost enough to actually take away the breath he needed to ask you the question that's been on his mind for months. He was momentarily distracted by the look in your eyes and the way the soft breeze blew a few strands of your hair across your pretty face, highlighting the beauty that was already there before. "Shit," he suddenly mumbled, holding a hand to his face and wiping away the small bead of moisture from his own eyes. "Sorry." He laughed under his breath. Then he sniffed and cleared his throat, hanging onto the only nerve he had left as he reached into his pocket to pull out the velvet box. "Y/n..." Jim let out another nervous laugh, and one that achieved the impossible of causing you to fall even more in love with him. "I don't really know how to do this," He continued. "I never thought I would. I never thought I'd meet someone who I could love this much in my life in the way that I do. But.. I did. And you changed everything about it. I don't know how it happened or why, but I don't care. All that matters to me is that you're here with me now, and that you will be for the rest of my life." His hands shook ever so slightly with the box, popping open the lid as gracefully as he could. "Will you marry me?" You were on him an instant later. Jim only had maybe two seconds to catch you, but he did. And the two of you fell over into the sand while you tearfully answered "Yes" at least a dozen times inbetween showers of kisses to his face. But Jim was with you for every moment of it. He was smiling through it all, embracing you tightly against his chest as he fought to return each delivery of your lips. Both of you were a tangled mess of limbs and tears by then and getting sand everywhere on your clothes. But it was absolutely the last thing that mattered. "I love you, Jim." You mumbled tearfully as you gazed down upon him. His blue eyes took you in as well, his back flat against the sand. But he reflected every trace of your emotions for himself, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I love you, y/n," He kissed it once, then slowly sat the two of you up and slid the silver band on your left ring finger. "And I always will."

Tagging: @sojournmichael @myfavouritelunatic @sammythankyou @mssupremepaulson @littledemondani @ccodyfern

#jim mason #the tribes of palos verdes #ttopv #jim x reader #headcanons #jim mason headcanons #imagine #imgaines #jim mason imagines #fanfiction #fic #jim x you #cody fern #michael langdon #american horror story #ahs #apocalypse

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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One of the changeling communities is protected and hidden by a powerful changeling, Naomi, a dark skinned black girl with frosty blue hair, eyes resembling a frozen lake's surface. She can create snow that not only produces frigid cold but can cloud the minds of those she chooses, warding off any potential intruders. The town resembles a snow globe, even if everything around it is spring. There's an ever present flurry of snowflakes dancing around her

Oooh nice, I dig it! Can she have blue lips too, but kinda like a blue shade of lipstick almost - idk, I’m just picturing like, what if her hair, eyes, and lips are all different shades of blue or gray, the way ice is never one specific shade but kinda tends to be a gradient of various hues?

And I’m not sure why, but something about this made me think of Harley and her fairy wings and her swarm of atomic pixies (maybe because its you, lol, so from the second you described Naomi I couldn’t help but picture her hair as being this unnaturally vivid shade of blue that just pops, much like the idea of Harley’s pink cotton candy-esque cloud of hair, but I could just be assuming hahaha).

BUT the connection was made, and this did remind me of Harley, and so like I said, that made me think of her swarm of atomic pixies and then from there I hop-skipped to Mason and his monarch butterfly wings and his butterflies with various abilities, and sooooooooooooo, I’m thinking……what if we combined the idea of Harley’s pixies and Mason’s engineered-to-have-a-different-power-everytime-he-goes-back-into-a-cocoon-and-emerges-with-a-new-swarm-of-them butterflies……

Because okay, so if Naomi has an ever present flurry of snowflakes dancing around her….what if they’re not actually snowflakes, but just look like snowflakes from a distance…..and they literally are dancing little fairy type creatures somewhat similar to the ones Harley creates around her……but…..also are still like actual snowflakes, in the sense that no two snowflakes are alike?

So altogether, these little snow fairies resemble a constant snowstorm swirling around Naomi, but up close, you’d see that each of these little snow fairies would be their own unique shapes, slightly different sizes, shades, with differently shaped wings, features, maybe even different numbers of oappendages, some might have tiny horns, others antennae kinda…..

But also…..if they’re all manifestations of Naomi’s magic, rather than have them all have the same ‘function’ en masse……then like, what if each and every one of these fairies had or represented a different kind of psychic ability, as distinct and one-of-a-kind as any of their appearances?

Because again, I’m still thinking about Harley and Mason, since they’re two of the only Changelings whose magic manifests in the form of what look like external beings separate from them…..but are still just extensions of them. Their sprites and butterflies aren’t independent entities the way Ajay’s imaginary friends are, with minds and personalities of their own, they’re more just extensions of their will.

And Harley’s sprites all kinda just do the one specific thing….I mean, she can combine them into any configuration she can imagine and make them kinda ‘building blocks’ that seamlessly meld together to be whatever she wants them to be….until she reconfigures them into something else, or just disperses them back into their usual buzzing swarm….but even though they can become anything she wants or needs, that’s still their only actual function….that act of combining to become something that’s the sum of their parts.

And then in contrast, there’s Mason’s butterflies, which again are still all just little pieces of his magic given external shape and form…..but unlike Harley’s sprites, they can do a ton of different things, whatever ability he engineers his latest crop of butterflies to emerge from their cocoon….but like Harley’s sprites, they all do just the one thing, each time. So he can do his cocoon thing and while in there his magic grows a new swarm of butterflies according to whatever kinda ‘design specs’ he gives it….and when he comes out again, along with him come the whole new cloud of new butterflies with specific wing patterns and colors, and say, a bioluminescent ability. So that this current swarm all glow, and he can direct them to go anywhere he needs for as long as they live out their allotted ‘lifespans’ of days or weeks or whatever…..because of course, that’s the other major parameter of his magic….he can design his butterflies to have any one singular ability he wants, across the whole swarm…..but once they emerge, they are his magic, existing outside of him in the form of that swarm.

So he can’t make new butterflies, with a new, different ability, until the current ones all ‘die off’ and live out their full life-cycle…..at which point the magic that he’s put into them returns to him, he can do up a new cocoon……and then he can reshape his magic into a new swarm of butterflies distinct from the last crop, and with whatever new power he wants this next swarm to have…..if say, he needs something a little more destructive for a change, he can make ones that have black wings dotted with orange and red spots like sparks or embers, that anywhere they land, they set fire to. And something like that, he’d probably give a very rapid life cycle, maybe only aim for them to last like 24 hours or so, before sending them out and directing them…..and once his magic comes back, make the next swarm able to act as telepathic couriers, where anyone they land on, it opens a mental channel between him and that person, so he can hear their thoughts or send thoughts to them, etc. But again….like Harley, in that he externalizes his magic in what look to be independent beings separate from him, though really they’re not, they’re all still kinda…him…..but unlike Harley, in that her sprites just have the one function, and the many forms she can shape that function into……but his butterflies all have just the one form at a time, but a different power shared between them with each new swarm.

But going with the idea of ‘every snowflake is its own unique and distinct shape’…..that would allow Naomi to be both alike and unlike both of them, all at the same time. I’m thinking like…..okay, so she doesn’t make ‘new’ fairies the way Mason makes new butterflies, she always has the same flurry of snow fairies to wield and direct, however many that may be……..but there’s enough of them that there’s such a vast array of abilities between the whole lot of them, its not like she ever needs any more than she already has.

And that way, she’d have enormous versatility, but still have specific parameters as to how she can use her magic. Say one of her fairies is a channel for telepathy, like Mason’s courier butterflies…….landing that fairy on someone would let her hear that person’s thoughts or send thoughts to them…..but she only has the one fairy that can do that, so she can only do that particular thing one person at a time. Gotta take travel time into account too, lol. She needs to spy on someone else’s thoughts now, cool….but she’s still gotta send that fairy flying off in search of that next person and wait til it lands on them before she can use that telepathy on them now instead. And the same with a telekinetic fairy……she can mentally control and move around whatever that particular fairy lands on, but because of the one at a time rule, she can’t just go flinging whole crowds of people through the air all willy nilly.

But while that fairy’s perched on whatever she is moving, she’s still got the whole rest of her flurry to be sending about and making use of their own unique abilities…..maybe one that ignites ‘cold fire’ wherever it touches, like a blue flame that freezes things like nitro-glycerin rather than actually burns them. And another that’s her clairvoyant fairy, letting her see whatever it can see, no matter how far away from her it is…..maybe a teleportation fairy that acts as an anchor that can draw her to it instantly, just as soon as it reaches wherever it was she sent it, so she could step through to somewhere even miles distant.

So what she lacks in scope, she makes up for in range. Affecting only one thing at a time would be pretty limiting….if she were limited to only having just the one thing she could do. But when she’s got a whole snowstorm of these little snow fairies, each of them molded by her magic to be one distinct thing at all times…..then its not really all that limiting at all, lol.

Cuz in fact….even other Changelings who can do the whole ‘fling an entire crowd of people through the air all willy-nilly’ thing with their magic…..can still be countered and outmatched by someone or something that just so happens to have the right kind of power to withstand or negate that one particular effect, no matter how potent that effect might be.

But when Naomi doesn’t have a bunch of her snow fairies all off elsewhere ‘running errands’ for her or whatever, when they’re all just zipping and dancing and falling through the air around her like that full-fledged snowstorm…….and someone, any one, any number of someones, all try attacking her or her Faetown then?

Like, when she unleashes her entire blizzard of fairies in one direction all at once, sends them all zipping off in front of her to sow chaos as far as her eye can see……how does anyone really counter or withstand a whole blizzard of fairies each packed with their own distinct power…..when its pretty much impossible for anyone to tell which is which, when they’re all flying straight at you, and the next thing you know, people are being telekinetically smacked left and right, cold fire is shattering a big wall and sending chunks of ice spewing every which way, people are randomly (as far as they can tell) being teleported one at a time but fast enough it seems a hell of a lot more than that, you feel a snowflake land on your shoulder and two seconds later someone’s shouting in your head…..

I mean, way I see it, pretty much the only sound options in the face of something like that, are pretty much what anyone with sense does in a big enough blizzard. Hunker down, try and take shelter, and just try your best to ride it out without getting buried alive or freezing to death.

#changelings 'verse

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sayumia · 6 years ago

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Wow

So hey it's your local casual attendant and lover of all things Tofu Twin related (within reason) and I'm about to unleash some brain juice. Just hear me out- (edit: for some heccing reason tumblr shifted and reformatted this entire post, so hopefully I've fixed it, mobile tumblr sucks man)

Have you ever really looked at those clips in their hair? No, well here's a quick scoop.

Sweet and Salty have clips in their hair. Sweet has the roman numeral IX, or nine if you don't already know and Salty has XI, or 11.

NOTE: The Tarot card meaning description is based on the Rider Waite cards.

Sure it's just a 9 and 11, why does that matter? Well this is why.

IX-9 for all you tarot loving (or persona players) attendants out there is the Hermit.

The Hermit suggests that you are in a phase of introspection where you are drawing your attention inwards and looking for answers within. You are in need of a period of inner reflection, away from the current demands of your position.

When reversed, you are perhaps in a situation where you'd like to be alone; there is nothing wrong about that. However, there is a possibility that your seclusion may become harmful to both yourself and others.

I do spoiler alerts so if you haven't read/translated Sweet or Salty's backstories I reccomend you do! Otherwise here we go. Since they're basically mirrors of each other they both embody traits from either card.

When it comes to the Hermit both brothers embody the need for self reflection, loneliness, isolation, withdrawing from loved ones and contemplation.

Both Sweet and Salty are in a state of forced solitude due to Sweet taking action to stop his attendant and protect his brother by taking on the title of the Light Kingdom's infamous serial killer, who took countless lives alongside his master attendant.

Though the Hermit sets forwards with noble intentions, his path inward may also be filled with great danger. Reflecting may lead to madness and the abyss, for the unconscious is filled with images that he may not yet understand, lurking and waiting to lure you ever inside. Like a man that gets lost in his own dreams, the hermit may find himself stuck in a world of his own, alone, trapped, unreal.

Salty can't stand his brother, even hearing his name is enough to drive him up a wall or cause him to become violent. From his backstory we can see that he doesn't interact with other food souls and barely with humans. He secludes himself with thoughts of one thing. Making his brother his toy, out of anger and the belief that Sweet is dangerous without a leash, much like a rabid dog. (This part is speculation now because translating of Salty's backstory should really be done by someone with a better understanding of Chinese) While Salty seems to be aware that Sweet didn't actually kill all the people (the bodies in the freezer) he seems reluctant and apprehensive of facing Sweet to find out the truth- something maybe deep down he already knows.

Also the Herrmit's desire for real love and real change are the highest in their soul.

So the "Everytime this happens, it makes me wanna give you more love," and "Give me more, more of that love," makes so much sense now I'm in a tizzy. It also explains the whole "Can you make me happier?" that both share.

Hermit also carries emotional baggage and tends to focus on the past- and just who does that sound like?

Now to quickly explain XI, 11, the Justice tarot.

At its core, Justice is about the search for truth. As you explore your truth, you will discover that things are not as clear-cut as you had thought. You must be prepared to dip into the murky waters and explore what truth means to you. Be consciously aware of what you believe to be true and what you believe to be fair and ethical. It may not be as clear-cut as you think, so prepare to challenge yourself and to explore new territories of your belief system.

This fits Salty because throughout his backstory he struggles with the "truth" that his older brother is a murderer and took away the man that they both bad in a sense trusted and loved as a son would a father. He grows to despise Sweet Tofu but after being told his attendant was the one who was actually orchestrating the mass killings he begins to question everything he thought he knew to the point that after a chance encounter with Boston Lobster and Spicy Gluten he runs off before Sweet can be alerted to his presence- because he is most likely afraid of hearing what he most likely has already put together.

From Sweet's perspective, he bore a lot of shit for the sake of his little brother. From poisoning customers to taking the wrap for his attendant, Sweet hasn't had much of a charmed life, especially considering the two people he loved most are not really apart of his life anymore. His attendant is dead and his brother wants him dead. And even though he seems to stick around Boston Lobster (who he seems to enjoy torturing in his own special way i.e. making sure his medicine is intentionally painful) and Spicy Gluten he seems to not have much of a plan for himself, as both brothers wanted to stay with their attendant until he died naturally and travel around together, both of which didn't happen the way either wanted.

That also aligns with the card being reversed. Justice reversed suggests that you are not willing to take full accountability for your actions and may try to ‘dodge the bullet’ and blame others for your mistakes. You are being dishonest with yourself and others – and your unwillingness to look beyond your own fears and ego blinds you to the broader lesson.

I hope that this design choice was intentional because I went full on game theory on this and I couldn't sleep until I typed this out. If you managed to get through all this listen to It Looks Tasty, and good luck and happy cooking all you master attendants.

#food fantasy #ff sweet tofu #ff salty tofu #boston lobster #spicy gluten

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miraclesmilady · 5 years ago

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Hello there Ladies and Gentlemen~!

With Absolute Carnage here, I wanted to draw up Bella-Donna new designs going into it. Donna has a major change design. Her design becomes more looking like a priestess as with both Bella and her bond becoming permanent, they are both connected to the Hive. With this form, Donna is able to know where and connect with other symbiotes while also listening to them no matter the distance. Unfortunately that also means they hear Knull more clearly. They have to daily listen and resist his calling for who knows what the symbiotes would become with her connections. Donna's hair goes all the way down to her "skirt" and mixes with it. The "skirt" and hair can create thin tendrils to spread out throughout the room to the whole building she is in. It is basically her web to trap her enemies. Around the city there are really thin tendrils so thin as a spider's web that if another symbiote is able to find one, they can use it to connect with Donna. Her tendrils can also be use to go behind someone's neck, and like a little shot from a needle, go into it, just enough to get to the person's veins. It is then she is able to control the person's movements like a puppet.

Bella's outfit is what she wears when she is awakened from her coma. Learning about Knull's plan and Carnage symbiotes coming after her, Bella goes into hiding. This means leaves behind everyone she knows in order to keep them safe until the madness has ended. Of course they both continue to try coming up with a plan to put a stop in Carnage's plan. ~Story~

It has been a long trip for both Bella and Donna after Bella woke up from her coma. First of which being attacked by Carnage symbiote the moment before and after she woke up at the hospital. Second, was to be completely bonded with Donna and learn more about the symbiotes from the Hive. Third, was the city being attacked by Dark Elves and them just making it to save Bella’s parents from being killed. And finally fourth, running out of town with the Carnage symbiotes continue to follow and track them down.

Bella is sitting on a window seat while her back leans against the wall behind her. She is looking outside from the broken window of the old abandoned house as the sun sets on the horizon. It is just another normal day for the two of them. Normal beings hiding away from the Carnage symbiote creatures and succeed. Bella sigh and look away from the outside view as she rested her head against the old wall to look up at the water damage ceiling. She pulls her hood that is already on her head over move in hopes to cover her eyes.

Through their link, Donna breaks the empty silence, “You should sleep, Bella. You know I will always keep a lookout.” Bella knew that Donna was telling the truth as tendrils is all around the house like one big cobweb. She looked down at her right hand and pulls the glove off of it. There on the palm of her hand is the symbol of Knull. It looks like the symbol was going through her veins as the mark spreads through her lower arm.

It was night after she saved her parents when both Donna and her begin hearing Knull’s call. Bella was walking through a parking out after getting some supplies when she heard him. She could never forget his voice after the fight with Grendel. She turned to the voice. There in plain sight was Knull himself. Bella was in disbelief. There was no way that Knull could be standing there. She blinked once and Knull was right in front of her, towering over her. She could clearly see and count all of his teeth as that was how close he was. Those eyes of his stare down and directly into her eyes, “My time is coming. Soon I will be awaken once more and nothing can stop it from happening. You should embrace it. Embrace your god.” His voice was almost hypnotizing as if she really wants to serve him. Alas her mental strength was strong enough to not fall prey, “Like hell if you think Donna or me would serve you!” Bella gets into a fighting stance to keep her guard up. Knull on the other hand, continues to stand in the same spot, “Such a defiant you are.” Before Bella could even react, Knull has Bella’s right arm in his grasp and a finger plunged into her palm. Knull let go of her arm as Bella was pulling it away. She holds her wrist with her other hand as she looked down at her shaking right hand, thinking about the blood pouring out. To her surprise and horror, there was no blood, but instead a symbol, his symbol!

She kept staring at it in disbelief until she heard a voice, “Bella… Bella… Bella are you okay?” Another blink from her eyes. As she looks up, Knull was nowhere to be found. She was just in an empty parking lot. “Bella are you okay?” It was Donna voice that was talking to her, “You suddenly stop walking and just stand here.” Just standing here, you mean Donna did not see Knull? Was Bella just imagining things? She looked back down at her hand only to see that the symbol was in fact still there.

After that incident, Bella explained what she saw and how she got the symbol to Donna. And now they are here, in an empty house on the run. Knull is the reason that Bella could not sleep. Everytime she attempts to sleep, she can see him in plain sight and saying the same thing. Each time his words seeming more promising as if she could fall for them. She did not want to serve him so she has not been sleeping for a couple of days now. Unfortunately, the lack of sleep is slowly creeping up on her and she can feel her reactions and strength being drain. Bella looks back to the window and look outside as it has become night. She can feel herself slowly drifting off as she continues to stare. Maybe she will take up Donna offer and sleep for a bit.

#spider-man #marvel #absolute carnage #symbiote #female #digital art #bella-donna #rp character #role play character #oc #original character #fancharacter

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explosionsstimsandtech · 5 years ago

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Octavio Is Live: And Drunk ||Octane On Loss||

||Welcome, Octavio Silva, you are now streaming. Say hello!||

The cheery words had Octane seething as he fixed his camera, dropping back into his super plush beanbag chair, grinning up at the camera and giving his signature rock sign.

“What’s uuup. Another drunken stream! Whoo!” he threw his hands up, yelping as some beer got on him with the motion, whining as he wiped it off.

Prior to the stream, he had three shots of tequila, this being his sort of way of tracking his thoughts. He could do holo logs or a diary, but he liked to be transparent, even if it hurt like a bitch.

He knew his experiences helped people, so why not give them this chance to see him with all his guards down, mask and goggles at his neck, looking like he just touched down from his recent solo win.

And he looked like hell.

“So! First question is the hot topic for this stream, choose wisely, amigos!” he grinned, because that was all he knew to do, to hide and protect himself.

The computer registered the first line of text with a little question mark beside it, and his heart sank instantly as he bit his lip, taking a long swig of his beer then sighed.

“Way to hit home, amigo, I’m sorry.” he sounded pained as he shifted, smile wavering.

“Miroctaneluver101 says; Hey, good game. I’m sorry, I hope this doesn’t get the top, but I’m honestly kinda feeling down in the dumps. I just lost my grandfather and I’m honestly feeling like life isn’t worth it. He was everything, the one thing to hold me up, to make me proud. The only person in my family to understand me. Have you dealt with loss, and if so, what do you do to cope?” his voice was shattering as he read the message, cursing as he rubbed at his face, ridding himself of the tears as he stood, walking off camera with a tiny sound of pain.

He kicked something, watched it burst across the stream and into the other side, off screen, to clatter against the wall. He returned with a tall glass of scotch this time, dropping into his seat with a sigh. He could see a billion messages of support to the person and worried comments to him, to which he took a swig and licked his lips.

“Where to get started, huh? First of all, please don’t kill yourself. You have so much to live for! Your life has just begun!” he set the drink down, leaning forward into his ‘Serious Papi Octavio’ mode, twin coloured eyes hard as they looked right into the camera.

“You are amazing as you are. I am sure your abuelo would be so proud of you.” he felt the tears and blinked them away, firm and sharp in his resolve. “If anyone says otherwise, tries to tell you to change, that you’re not worth it, fuck ‘em! They aren’t worth your time, your breath, your attention nor your life. Get rid of them, right away.” he flopped back, fetching his drink on the way down, with a huff, sinking into the plush embrace.

“As for loss? Not talking games here for a lightening effect, but... My great grandfather, Fuego Silva.... The only Silva I cared for... He was... Everything to me.” he looked to his glass, turning it over as he swallowed hard.

“Growing up... Well, you’ve seen what I could show you, the first camera, the first vlog? Was because of Fuego.” he smiled now, taking a swig of the amber liquid. “He loved it. Loved getting to see me as much as he could, even when he was away... He used to fight, god, it feels like an eternity now.” he laughed as he remembered back to the past.

“I told him I wanted to be a star, and he gave me this rinky dinky little thing, shit focus, terrible memory and even worse pixelage. Like we are talking using a potato for a camera would be better!” he chuckled, grinning into the glass. “But Fuego always loved it, would send it to him on the fringes of space in his vessel, so he’d have something to wake up to, something to pump him up.” he ran a hand through his hair as he laid back, splayed out for his fans to see.

“Mr and Mrs Silva were always... They weren’t great. It’s why I was taken into the Diablo Del Alma’s so early on in life. I remember the day I broke the camera. I was doing a dumb stunt, jumping off a roof, something small. I landed on it, and it broke rather than my arm. Fuego was grateful I wasn’t hurt, but my heart was broken. That was my camera, and a gift from him.” he felt the tears itch at his eyes, so he just closed them, lifting his head to take a long swig before returning to his slumped position.

“I remember the whole crew pitched in to get me a top of the line model, fit with different lens options and even slow motion at the flick of your eyes. It even had a high quality stabiliser built in that could be turned off. They almost didn’t make it, but Fuego pitched in the last hundred and said ‘to my rising star’, even engraved it on a panel on it himself.” he jolted, snapping up and scrambling around, finding the camera and returned, holding the piece up to show his fans, the intricate designs around the words written in both English and Spanish.

He then dropped into the chair with his camera in hand, tracing the words.

“He was there from day one... Even when he was out fighting... Everytime he came home, we livestreamed, made videos, we did everything together. He was practically my padre.” he smiled and sighed, hugging the camera as he laid back. “He would always say, ‘Octavio Silva. Siempre debes recordar esta frase. Nunca te rindas y nunca te rindas.‘ Always remember this phrase, never give up and never give in.” he closed his eyes again, living in the memories, even as they brought tears to his eyes.

“He used to tell me if I dreamed it I could do it. Pushed me beyond my limits. Even gave me my first tattoo!” he flapped his arm, a bright grin on his face. “I was so scared, but he said the words as he started, and it’s been my mantra. It’s why I never give up, no matter how helpless it is.” he sat up suddenly, looking to the camera in his lap.

“Fuego... He.... He got sick. Like real sick. The last few years, he was in the hospital. I would stream, you guys know this, with him still. He pushed for me to break the record. I knew his time was short, so... I improvised.” he laughed, something hollow this time. “I’m told he died with a proud smile on his face.” the tears were falling now, the pain lancing through him, but he shook his head firmly, wiping them away.

“My last talk, I told him of the Apex Games, of how I longed to be in them, of how it was my dream to have a banner of me! I told him there was no way I’d be able to, and he turned me to him. He told me those words again. I laughed and said ‘maybe after I break this record’. I woke with no legs, and no Fuego. I thought my life was ruined.” he slumped down, then slapped his leg with a huff, running fingers over the intricate metal.

“Ajay Che, she and I go way back. Beautiful woman, but not my type. Too.... Well, you all know I’m a trans gay guy, so... Yeah.” he smiled shyly and idly brushed the engravings. “She heard about everything, asking my Diablo Del Alma Padre what happened recently. When she found me, I was in a wheelchair craddling the helmet he wore, staring at a gravestone in the rain.” his throat threatened to close and he swallowed, taking a shaky breath.

“I still say I guilted her. I just started talking and talking, about the dreams, about my promise to Fuego that nothing would stop me, and now here I was, completely in lockdown.” he wiped his face again with a growl of frustration.

“But the second I got those legs, I was off, even if I fell over at first. I wasn’t going to give up. I had been harassing the nurses with zooming around in the wheelchair.” he laughed at the memory, remembering the laughter in their voices. “So, do I know loss? Yeah, I do. I experience it every time I go into the ring and watch my friends die. I know they are safe, some wicked tech they have in the background, allowing us a second chance... As long as we have something for them to fix.” he laughed and shrugged.

“As for coping? Reach out. You have a whole community here who will hear you out. Go out, and do something for yourself. Write, draw, paint, sing, dance, run, swim, anything, the world is your playground, so play. Hell, I know someone who was tricked into eating a whole cake in one sitting by a personality in their head. They were vomiting for hours, but they chose to live if only to ensure he never got cake again.” he laughed and shook his head.

“It’s hard. Trust me, the first few months are the worst. Then it’s the first couple anniversaries. I take a drink for Fuego on the day he moved up to better things. His favourite. Doing something like that to honour them is never bad. Take pride in your joys, and do them. I know a writer, the same one about the cake thing actually. He suffers from... A lot. Suicide is almost always on his mind, constantly itching at him, making him want to just say ‘fuck it’ and be done. But he finds a keyboard or a pen and paper, and writes instead. It’s messy and all over the place, but he is proud, because he’s survived the wave.” he shifted to look at the camera, tears clear, now done with hiding it.

“And that’s what it is, its waves. And sometimes you need everyone to hold you up over it all, and it’s terrifying to do that. Fuck, I don’t even do it. I usually drink and drown in all the things I shouldn’t do, stand on cliffs, half kicking my landing gear off before I even know what I’m doing. And it fucking sucks because all I want is a fucking hug, to be craddled close, to have my hair smoothed and to be told it’ll be alright.” he tugged at his hair before sighing, smoothing it back.

“But I’m scared to trust, because trust means people can stab you in the back, trust means investing yourself in someone, which means their life is my world. I don’t think I could survive another Fuego.” he took a shaky breath and smiled, something so worn out and tired as he pulled up a holoscreen, swiping through things.

“Believe me. It does get better. Not by much, but it becomes bearable. You find ways to live each day in honour of those we’ve lost, who can’t witness the day. dont beat yourself into the ground and ruin yourself like I have in the past. Remember, you are worth it. And if no one else is gonna say it, then listen to me right now.” he looked to the camera, eyes alight with a fire as he stood up, leaning close so they could see him in the whole monitor.

“I am proud of you. You are amazing and perfect as you are. Non terre plus ultra, and never give up, never give in. You have got this!” he fist pumped the air before sticking his tongue out and giving his signature hand sign.

Then, he dropped back into his seat.

“Go check out the song I’m about to share to the stream. It’s a big pick me up that I use. That and Ska, but that’s a little out there for this moment.” he laughed as he threw up the songs. “It’ll play in a sec. After it, we are doing never have I ever!” he grinned and threw back a swig of the amber liquid, bouncing up to get more booze.

||Octavio Silva Has Shared A Song.... Playing now....|| ||The Stream Will Return Shortly....||

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