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uwukillmenowowo · 7 months ago

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Hello sorry if this is a bad time but I have a request, I saw that you write for Cookie run Kingdom and I was wondering if you could write a new where the reader is Elder Faerie Cookie's child, you can choose if their biological or not, but the reader is also the reincarnation of someone the beast cookies cared about, I just thought that dynamic would be interesting, but if you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight😊.

YO- I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING I HAD AN IDEA SIMILAR TO THIS-

You have a good day/night too!

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Curiosity

[PLATONIC]

(Parent! Elder Fairie Cookie X Reader X Parental! Beast Cookies)

(Slight White Lily X Reader)

Notes:

Reader will be Non-binary

The story will start with how you met the beast cookies

Then it will show how they created their parental bond with Elder Fairie

For the Beasts, I made up new names for their past selves before they became corrupted.

Reader was one of the most optimistic [Flavor] cookies one would meet.

The kind to give out flowers to make cookies' day better, presenting a beautiful frosty white smile to every cookie they walked by.

Practically every cookie that passed by them was filled with joy.

Oh shit I think this is my longest post-

..... I think I forgot something here but I can't remember what it is...

It started.... one too many eons ago. During times when they weren't who they used to be.

Warning! Mentions of Death!

{Third POV}

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[Reader] wowed at the structure before them. The library that was said to be built was finally finished. They walked into the library and awed at all the books there. However, the building was empty.

"Good afternoon young one." The young cookie flinched and turned around, to see a cookie with blue eyes and golden brown dough. But what caught the attention of the young cookie was the beautiful gem that was displayed on his collar. "H-Hello" [Reader] answered nervously. "Did you come for a specific book?" The older cookie asked. To that, [Reader] nodded.

"Excellent! What kind?" He asked. [Reader] chuckled and rubbed their arm. "Uhhh... The-Thea-tri-cal." [Reader] answered with hesitation, due to them being young and unknowledgeable. "Do you mean Theatrical? Ones about shows and plays?" The blue eyed cookie asked with a smile. [Reader] nodded excitedly, explaining that they've heard some other cookies talking about it and was curious.

"That would be this way." The librarian started to lead the way towards the children's section, searching for the "puppet shows" books. "So, what's your name little cookie? Shouldn't you be with your parents?" [Reader] laughed as they found a book they liked. "My name is [Reader] Cookie. You can call me [Reader]. Dad crumbled and mom followed after. How about you, mister?" The little cookie answered as if it was a normal thing to say aloud.

The librarian gasped and held their hand to their mouth before taking in a deep breath and sat beside [Reader]. "Oh My Witches... My name is Blueberry Milk Cookie. Feel free to call me Blueberry Milk." [Reader] smiled and nodded before they started to read. blueberry Milk Cookie gave a sad look towards [Reader]. 'They're... all alone' He thought as he turned his gaze to the book that [Reader] was holding. "How old are you? You seem to understand this book really well." He asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm six." It was like a punch to the gut to Blueberry Milk Cookie. "[Reader], if you need anything, you can come to me okay?" The librarian offered, wanting to help the child before him. "Okay." [Reader] responded. [Reader] and Blueberry Milk spent hours together, until [Reader] decided to leave.

After leaving the Library, [Reader] started running, only to bump into multiple cookies. "Oh- Sorry about-" "Watch it, Kid!" The young cookie went wide eyed as the older cookies glared at them. "I-I didn't mean to- I was just- AHH!" The younger cookie screamed as the older cookies grabbed them by their shirt collar.

"What's going on here?" The older cookies let go of [Reader], causing them to fall on their butt as they watched the exchange. "Strawberry Sugar Cookie!" They exclaimed happily. [Reader] scooted back in worry. After all, all they saw was pink. The owner of that pink wore a crown as well, as if they were the current King or Queen of the kingdom.

"Oh my! Who is this?" [Reader] yelped as they were suddenly picked up by the cookie they were just worried about. Pink robes, wings and a halo, but like with Blueberry Milk Cookie, what drawn [Reader] to this cookie, was the heart shaped gem that was in the crown the the cookie who picked them up. "Oh goodness! You're hurt, worry not, I have a friend who will fix your dough!" They smiled before suddenly taking flight.

"WAAHHH!" [Reader] screamed and tightly held onto the pink robed cookie. "Is everything alright?" Strawberry Sugar asked. [Reader] just shrugged and looked down, only to regret it and unconsciously nuzzle into the crook of her neck in fear. "Oh dear, not a fan of heights? What's your name?" [Reader] told her their name and Strawberry Sugar responded happily. "Well it's nice to meet you [Reader]! My name is Strawberry Sugar Cookie." [Reader] almost felt that Strawberry Sugar's happiness was infectious and smiled.

After a joyful conversation to take [Reader]'s mind off the height they were flying at, they reached a temple. A temple so grand that [Reader] has never seen anything like it. But something else, was that there was an enormous line. "So many people!" [Reader] stood close to Strawberry Sugar.

1: To not get lost

2: Everyone was too loud and [Reader] didn't like it

3: WHERE EVEN WERE THEY???

[Reader] followed Strawberry Sugar as they practically cut through the line. Of course, other people objected and tried to cut as well but the guards blocked them. Some guards tried to "protect" Strawberry Sugar by grabbing [Reader] away from them. But after Strawberry Sugar explained that you two went to visit "Her" together, they let you go.

You walked up stairs and stairs, passing halls, and beautiful depictions along stained glass. "So... Who is Her?" The small cookie asked with a tilt of their head. "Oh? I haven't told you? We're gonna fix that little wounds of yours little one. The one going to do that~" With a dramatic pause, Strawberry Sugar pulled a curtain, revealing a figure dressed in white. "Is Wheat Flour Cookie!"

"Strawberry Sugar... What have I told you about our volume in my temple?" Strawberry Sugar flinched and pouted, taking a few steps back. You awed at the white dressed cookie that was sitting before you. "G-Good afternoon Ma'am." [Reader] responded politely with a bow.

Strawberry Sugar and Wheat Flour talked about why her and [Reader] were here. Soon after, Strawberry Sugar left [Reader] alone with the healer.

"So... Enlighten me, what happened young cookie?"

{Second POV}

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You kneeled and sat on your knees just like Wheat Flour Cookie. "Umm..." You hesitated, not knowing where to start. "How about we start from the beginning. What did you do today?" You hummed as you started recalling your day. The cookies talking about that play, meeting Blueberry Milk Cookie, reading, running into two older male cookies and getting threatened, meeting Strawberry Sugar Cookie, flying to the temple, and then right now.

Wheat Flour nodded and took your small dough hands into her own before giving some advice. Telling you to simply ignore those who wish harm upon you and that you should continue to find joy and hope in your life. Suddenly, with a white and golden glow, all the wounds you previously had were healed.

You were in awe and Wheat Flour told you to sit beside her as she tended to other cookies. You just nodded and sat beside her. Those next few hours were spent helping Wheat Flour with the other cookies.

You had fun and when you left you saw Strawberry Sugar Cookie just laying down, sleeping. You were in shock. 'Did she wait for me?' You thought and smiled before gently shaking her awake. "Oh... all done?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes. You nodded and she smiled. "Good. A little birdie told me that you met Blueberry Milk Cookie before this. Is that right?" You nodded and her eyes sparkled. "Wonderful! You know, Him, me and Wheat Flour are really good friends."

You wowed. They were friends? You had no clue. "Would you like to meet the other two?" She asked with a tilt of her head. You nodded eagerly. The cookies you've met so far were some of the nicest people you've met. You were.... happy.

Strawberry Sugar pulled you close to her before jumping and flying off one of the many cliffs. You screamed again, but instead of fear, it was in excitement. Strawberry Sugar would do cool flips and tricks with you tightly holding on. It was so much fun, just flying above Crispia.

"And here!" Strawberry Sugar said as you two landed. "It's so hot!" You sweatdropped and fanned yourself with your hand. "Ahah~! Yeah- Crushed Spice Cookie and Sea Salt Cookie like warm areas." You hummed at the explanation and you kicked your feet in the sand, not used to being so close to the water. "Heheh~ Do you like the sand?" Strawberry Sugar asked as she followed behind you.

You nodded, digging your feet into the sand before the waves suddenly washed onto the shore, splashing onto your clothes and your dough. You flinched and accidentally fell into the water and Strawberry Sugar laughed before helping you up. "Oh dear! how clumsy!" She picked you up and dusted the sand off your clothes. You chuckled as she pat you head and started leading you towards somewhere.

"So... Salt and Spice? What are they like?" You asked. Strawberry Sugar hummed in thought. "Crushed Spice is... really competitive. And Sea Salt is pretty... reserved?" Strawberry Sugar shrugged. "I haven't seen them in a while so I can't remember at the top of my head."

After a few more minutes of walking you found yourself in front of a nice house. Strawberry Sugar, noticing the look you were giving, said, "It's bigger on the inside. They both don't like cramped spaces." You asked if they lived together and she nodded, saying how those two acted like brothers.

Strawberry Sugar barged in and you followed. You felt bad for entering uninvited but it is what it is. You continued to follow Strawberry Sugar since you didn't want to get lost. Once she stopped walking, you looked in front to see two cookies with... really funny bedheads. You can't really blame them though, you left Wheat Flour's temple at dusk and Strawberry Sugar and you decided to fly the whole night. So when you got there it was only dawn.

The red one looked angry while the lavender one just looked extremely tired. The more angry one, you guess was Crushed Spice. He just walked up to Strawberry Sugar before grabbing her by her collar and dragging her. Strawberry Sugar tried protesting but then just crossed her arms and pouted.

You didn't know how to feel since you were just left alone with Sea Salt Cookie. It was silent as you two just stood there. until Sea Salt asked if you wanted a snack. You nodded and walked with the lavender cookie into the kitchen. He asked what kind of snack you wanted and you said you were fine with anything since you were a guest.

He just nodded before pouring you a bowl of cereal. You took it, thanked him and sat at the table to eat. It was comfortable silence for you two... Until you heard screaming and shouting from Strawberry Sugar and Crushed Spice. You gave a worried looked to Sea Salt but he just chuckled and told you that it's fine and that they do that all the time. You just nodded slowly, eating you food but stopping halfway once you saw Strawberry Sugar seemingly running for her dough from a flaring Crushed Spice.

As much as you were worried, you found it extremely fun.

Ever since those two days, you've been... seeing them more often.

Blueberry Milk Cookie would sit beside you when you visited the library and read to you

Strawberry Sugar Cookie would practically fly you anywhere you wanted

Wheat Flour Cookie would send you letters with different incenses... Sometimes even first aid kits...

Crushed Spice Cookie is technically your babysitter whenever Strawberry Sugar can't. At first you thought he doesn't like you but he's really soft with you... Even though he makes you do exercises with him...

Finally, Sea Salt Cookie. He's pretty chill. You two would just take naps most of the time. His room is just the right temperature to sleep forever.

The five of them acted like the parents you never had. It made you happy.

Everything went well...

Until it didn't...

That fated day their souls turned black.

You went to visit Wheat Flour Cookie because it was the anniversary you met everyone. You already gave your gifts to the others, Wheat Flour waas last because you knew how busy she was.

Now normally you'd wait in line with everyone else but today since you were just going to go in and out, you decided to use your "VIP Card" that she gave you. But others got pissed. They were jealous and confused. Why would you, a small cookie that looked like the happiest cookie they could be, want to go see Wheat Flour Cookie?

No cookie acted until a middle aged cookie did. They ran out of line and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" You just blinked twice and gave them a smile, holding up the gift you were going to give. "I'm going to give this to Wheat Flour Cookie." The smile you gave just pissed them off as they asked why you weren't going o line up. You told them the reason, that you wouldn't take a long time and that you had a VIP card.

The cookie just stared down at the card before smirking. "Say.. Can I.. Borrow that for a bit?" You were about to lend it but you remembered what Wheat Flour said. "Sorry. I would but Wheat Flour said that this was only mine. It has my name." You flipped the card, showing your name. "[Reader] Cookie..." The cookie before you glared at the card before looking back at the line. "Can I... come with you then?"

You didn't see a problem with that so you nodded. Other cookies who saw the exchange, started to run out of the line to talk with you. Until a massive group started to run over to you so that they could talk to Wheat Flour cookie before everyone else. You held the gift close to your chest and sucked in your breath as the other cookies started yelling excuses, causing the guard cookies to have trouble keeping people in line.

"My family is sick!"

"My family is poor!"

"My daughter-"

"My Son-"

"My Father-"

"My Mother-"

"My Brother-"

"My Sister-"

"Aunt!"

"Uncle!"

The excuses kept coming as you tried to get away. No cookie admitted that they wanted everything for themselves. You didn't know how to answer any of it. You didn't have the power to choose one over the other. Until finally, a cookie, desperate enough, grabbed the sword off one of the guard cookies and stabbed you from behind.

You screamed in pain, dropping the gift you brought and coughed. Chaos erupted after that. Cookies started attacking each other left and right. One of the guard cookies, picked you up before running to where Wheat Flour was.

"MY LADY!" They yelled, barging through the door. Wheat Flour, who was just waiting for the next cookie to come in, was in complete shock as she saw you looking pale and panting heavily. "W-What happened?!" She asked as the guard placed you before her. "A fight broke out in front of the temple." They explained, saluting. Wheat Flour, using her magic to look at what was happening was in shock. This has never happened before.

"Call the others. I cannot handle this myself, considering the amount of Cookies there are." The guard nodded and left, leaving you in the arms of Wheat Flour. She tried her best to heal you but it was barely effective. The wound was too deep and you lost too much. Wheat Flour started panicking. She gently patted your cheeks, trying to get you to stay awake but it wasn't working.

"No- no no no no no-! Come now- Don't- Don't do this to me-" Wheat Flour panted as tears reached her eyes. In that very moment, the others came in. "Wheat Flour! What's going ooAAAAAHHHh!" Strawberry Sugar Cookie screamed as she saw the state you were in. She raced over to where you were, already bursting into tears. "What happened?!? Who did this!!?" Strawberry Sugar took you into her arms, holding you tight, trying to see if you were still breathing.

Desperate banging and screaming could be heard on the other side of the temple doors. "We'll keep the cookies at bay! Take care of [Reader]!" Crushed Spice Cookie snarled as Blueberry Milk and Sea Salt followed.

Wheat Flour and Strawberry Sugar tried to use their magic to heal you but it barely worked. Strawberry Sugar started to hyperventilate as Wheat Flour's hand started shaking. They both saw your breathing get slower and slower until it became nonexistent... and finally... they snapped.

Outside, Blueberry Milk, Crushed Spice, and Sea Salt tried their best to not hurt any of the other cookies. But it all went out the window when they heard Strawberry Sugar's scream. They've never heard her scream like that before. But what shocked them was that she flew up, just above the temple, and used her magic to blast the cookies away, killing them.

Cookies who saw that started running off. But they weren't able to get far because Wheat Flour was there to stop them. Both girls made cookies crumble and the others didn't know what to do... When they caught sight of the temple, they caught a clear sight of your crumbled body, clearly unmoving. Blueberry Milk covered his mouth while Sea Salt gasped as his legs shook. Crushed Spice gritted his teether before all he saw was blood red. He grabbed the sword he once used against enemies and used it against his fellow cookies.

That one, anger-filled strike, caused one of Wheat Flour's mountains to split in two. With that, Blueberry Milk and Sea Salt followed, using their own powers to use against the other cookies.

After all the cookies have crumbled, the gang became enraged. They were blinded by their hatred and grief that they went all around Crispia, crumbling any cookie they saw. This went on for years...

Until the Witches caught notice. they sealed the enraged Cookies in the remote continent of Beast Yeast. Before they saw your crumbled body. They felt it all. The pain and regret you held in your heart. You were too young to experience all that.

The Witches decided to place your soul in a newly baked body before they placed you before the Fairie Kingdom. Elder Fairie cookie found and he received a prophecy from the Witches.

The Witches explained how they entrusted some of the Beast's powers to the child so that the beasts cannot reclaim their full power because they know that the Beasts wouldn't harm the child. Elder Fairie understood and took in the child as his own. Not only so that the child could help quell the beasts from destroying the Fairie Kingdom but so that he could help the child control their powers when they're older.

Years passed and [Reader] was now a teenager [Even though they're like- Hundreds of years old by now]. They were doing their daily chores. When suddenly, he saw Silverbell cookie with someone they've never seen before. She had white hair and a floral green dress. "Ah! Your Highness! What timing." You nodded. "Silverbell Cookie. Who is this?" You asked as you fixed your clothes. "Oh, this is White Lily Cookie. She saved me while I was wounded."

You gave a sympathetic gaze to Silverbell and you bowed your head to White Lily. "Oh goodness! Thank you for helping him. Silverbell Cookie can be very... frail." You chuckled as Silverbell gave you a pout.

"Oh! You must be Elder Fairie Cookie that I've been hearing about then? You're much younger than I expected." White Lily gave you a smile and you laughed bashfully. "Ahahah! Actually no! That's my father. My name is [Reader] Cookie." White Lily gasped and rubbed the back of her neck, apologizing. You told her that everything was fine and you offered to introduce her to your father. She accepted happily and you dismissed Silverbell before leading her through the kingdom.

Seeing White Lily's awestruck gaze, you found yourself staring at her a little too long that you tripped over your feet. "Oh goodness! Here, let me help you." You felt your dough heat up as you took her hand and stood up. "Thank you..." You replied bashfully before continuing to lead her through the Kingdom. For some reason... Her smile reminded you of someone. You... can't remember where though.

When you introduced her to Elder Fairie, he was shocked. A cookie from a different continent... here? Interacting with his child- UUHHH- WHAT'S WITH THAT SMILE YOU'RE GIVING HER???

Elder Fairie looked between you two but kept his calm. You told him everything that Silverbell told you and Elder Fairie nodded. He just asked you to tour her around and you walked away with her happily.

'My child- With a girl???' Elder Fairie looked looked around desperately trying to find an excuse as to pry you away from White Lily. 'They're too young still! I never even let them out of the kingdom! Suddenly there's a girl they look fond of???' Elder Fairie went to his chambers to think.

Meanwhile, you were showing White Lily every crevice of the kingdom, loving how fascinated she was with everything you showed her. But then you shivered 'Why do I feel like I'm going to get punished for some reason..?' you thought in confusion before shaking it off, turning your attention back to White Lily.

"AAAGH! The seal is cracking!!"

"Your Majesty! Are you hurt?!"

"No, I'm unharmed! [Reader], are you alright?"

"I'm okay..."

The seal... you've heard about it from your father. You were told that ancient beings laid dormant in the silver tree. Beings that turned to beasts and wrecked havoc in the olden days. Your father told you how each beast had a soul jam. however, once the beasts were trapped, their soul jam was lost and given to other cookies. One of them being White Lily Cookie. You were worried for her safety but if she holds ancient powers then your fears are quelled.

"And evil will that has focused all its rage on breaking free from confinement. It must have angered the Beasts greatly now that each Soul Jam has found its rightful owner. Yes... they sensed that unless they escape now... they might never be granted another chance in the future. All their might now serves one single purpose- destroying the hated seal."

"Everyone, we must stand our ground. Our place now is by the Guardian of the Seal!" White Lily claimed as she stood beside you. "We shall protect His Majesty or crumble! For if the Guardian falls, there is no way to stop the Beasts from escaping." You helped White Lily motivate the other guards as you all raced to the silver tree. To see a major split.

"The seal has already split so wide..." White Lily gasped. You took her hand into yours. Telling her that it was all going to be okay, then gave her a reassuring nod. She smiled and then raised her staff. "Everyone, fight with me!"

Shadowy beings crawled out of the seal as cookies started fighting. White Lily started charging a powerful attack as someone started to protect the spellcaster. Which just so happened to be you.

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎… 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎…"

You gasped as a voice suddenly played through you head. "Hello..?" You whispered as you continued to protect White Lily.

"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎…… [𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]..?"

You tensed up. as the voice said your name. "How do you know me..?" You bit the inside of your cheek but before the voice answered, White Lily's attack hit. Blocking the beasts and preventing the voice from talking with you.

You furrowed your brows, your curiosity is now peaked and you wanted to know how the voice knew you.

However, we all know the saying,

"Curiosity Killed the Cat"

Okay- I'm tired now-

Like for a part 2

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Goodnight

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bluee08 · 2 years ago

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Astro observations 《3》

Disclaimer : Not an astrologer, take it with a grain of salt, only for fun.

🫧 Asteroid Orma in 8th house might be the people to leave an impression of being hella reserved in a mysterious way. Like they might tell you a story and you will always feel like there is something more to it.

🪩 Mars in 3rd house people often say something offending without meaning to and regret the very next second. Trust me it's not their fault, they wanted to say something else and ended up saying something totally unexpected. They also feel guilty about it for days and feel sad that they might have come off rude for no reason.

🫧 Neptune conjuct ascendant, they are the real chameleons. They can mold themselves as per the situation demands. Ngl it comes handy sometimes. Like I remember when I was in 6th grade I was caught into a very serious matter but I pretended as if nothing happened and flew away. When the other guys rattled me out to the teacher, she said It's impossible that I was involved and that she doesn't believe them. She didn't hear a single word against me. Lol no, I wasn't her favorite student or something. It's just that I had maintained a certain reputation among different sect of people as per my own convenience. Call it manipulation if you want, if that doesn't explain the planet itself.

🪩 Pluto trine Lilith, it's not always sexuality that comes to the mind when we hear about these folk. Lilith here is aware that pluto is her benefactor. But it takes time for her to feel comfortable in her own domain. She is powerful here and knows what she wants. Definitely won't take anyone's bullshit. Her transformation can be scary and ruthless if someone tries to pin her down.

🫧 Jupiter sextile Pluto have a deep interest in forbidden things. Learning things that often people consider taboo is their thrill. They may or may not share the knowledge but they are always resourceful about topics relatated to dark themes of life. Feel free to discuss anything with them, they won't judge you infact they will help you inhance your own boundaries. You will be surprised how normal they'll sound while talking about things that might trigger other people even if they have gone through the same.

🪩 The one guy I had a Aphrodite-Eros synastry with made me feel like...idk strange. I was on a constant pedestal. I cared a lot about him. His Eros conjucted my Aphrodite and I looked out for him a lot. There was a thick sexual tension but also comfort. He also made me get a taste of jealousy. Which I don't usually feel. I used to constantly compare myself with the girls he used to interact with. We were not dating but I just couldn't help but feel insecure. Not because of him....idk why I was acting like that when I knew I was pretty enough.

🫧 Mars opposite Venus people get sudden mood swings from doing absolutely nothing to doing everything in next one hour. Oh and they'll do it again if it ain't asthetically pleasing to the eye.

🪩 Sun sextile Saturn, trust me they do know how to control themselves and take things with a grain of salt. Their ego is well maintained and not fragile unlike others. Very understanding and real mature people.

🫧 Sun sextile/trine Moon are the most compassionate and intuned with their selves. They know themselves better than anyone else. Also they always know exactly what they are feeling at any given time. Even if they are depressed at some point they won't give up easily.

🪩 Neptune negatively aspecting Saturn, dreaming big is easy, isn't it? But when you start implanting those dreams in real life your dreams remain dreams only. Don't worry though. It's a lesson. Don't give up, try harder. Dream as big as you want but at the end of the day remember to open your eyes and start afresh with new motivation. And please don't listen to those who tell you to quit it down. Your dreams are not weird or impossible or too much. Those people are just jealous because of how big your ambitions are and how far you are willing to go for it. Don't restrict your imagination for someone else. Believe yourself, you can do it!

🫧 Pluto in 10th house solar return chart can indicate a huge change in academic life or anywhere you are working at. For better or worse you better take precautions before hand. I am having it this year with mars in 3rd house and trust me from an above average student my grades are becoming poor. If I were to describe my graph I can see it coming downhill like a water slide which is creating quite an impression on my parents as well as my teachers. Note the sarcasm.

🪩 Saturn in 7th house could indicate having no interest in relationships at first or people being afraid to ask you out but when you grow up, settle well, you find yourself looking for your better half, resulting in either meeting them late or doing an arrange marriage.

🫧 Saturn opposite ascendant are the people who often get told that they look unapproachable on first glance. Kind of the 'out of league' vibe surrounds them. Which is not always true but I have noticed people do think twice before approaching them. These sweeties are also damn soft on the inside but for only those who do dare to talk to them. They rarely take the initiative themselves. But come ask help from them and they will risk their lives for you.

🪩 Mercury aspecting chiron could indicate healing your wounds by diving into the world of books. You might like to read or write journals when you are feeling down. There might be a small diary or pages that you have written when you were at your lowest. Its also possible that you start writing a novel or something to help you voice out your pain through written words.

🫧 Sun conjuct asteroid Medusa. Damn! You could have curly hair or hairs that are a lot wavy, thick and voluminated. Highly blessed in hair department. Many people might have praised you or complimented on your hair from a very young age. This could also indiacte a lot of body hair. From top to bottom you have body hair and trust me its not a bad thing. Its a blessing of being powerful, embrace it. It's just a hunch but some may have complimented you on that too.

🪩 Mars in 3rd house can't watch porn without audio or no communication during the deed. They always want to hear the sounds, no, they NeeD to hear the sounds raw! Only visuals is boring for them just as adding some weird music to the video. No, its not creating the mood, its ruining my experience, pls stop it.

🫧 You don't wanna hear someone moan who has their personal planets conjucting asteroid Sirene. Trust me you will get addicted. Its insane and I am not bluffing. Their voice may or may not be as addictive in general but in bed? Or when they want to take something from you? You will be trapped even before you blink. It's dangerous.

🪩 What's with Taurus Mars and Laziness? So much potential and still they study few hours before exam, complete assignments few minutes before submission and still have the audacity to say they will easily pass. Like bro if that's how you pass then I can't imagine how you will top....

🫧 Moon in 4th house people are highly invested in family matters. Family comes first to them and then the rest. The kind of people to tolerate an unhappy married life for the sake of their kids because they can't see their family being split apart.

🪩 Mars aspecting Pluto. It doesn't matter if it is positively aspected or negatively aspected, there is a lot of pent up frustration and anger issues underneath this placement. If provoked or underdeveloped could result in a very sudden and violent rage from this person. Better to leave them alone in such situations.

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kindred-spirit-93 · 24 days ago

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I KINDA CLEANED MY WINDOWS!!

its probably going to rain and render my efforts useless but idc its been bothering me for so long and today i did the bare minimum and im happy. i used wipes lol i can see dust lines but still. a win is a win

kinda going through it. i think its a quarter life crisis lmao (or half whos to say ;)) except its very chill. like milestones and relationships arent bothering me (all in good time im in no rush) and i dont feel like im behind or missing out on anything.

im just existing and trying to make it till graduation yk? im tired

skipped another class today lol (last one no promises tho) to go to the cafeteria again. im allowing myself to compromise bc i really am not feeling great. ofc theres no one but myself to blame for that lol but this aint about her. also social anxiety can go cry in the corner >:)

wearing my emotional support turtleneck lmao, ate a bite of yesterdays carrot cake (divine), my beloved honeybee plushie is within arms reach. im trying. and its progress

new year tomorrow so hopefully ill snap into it again and feel better after studying and ticking a few boxes. hopefully.

so many things i want to do. short term and long term. so little time and barakah these days. but we persist.

i love my patho prof so much. my uncle taught her during at some point and she worked with another uncle of mine for some time so she knows the family well. shes so wonderful and always keen to learn and help (conflict of interest who? im joking were all very professional which surprisingly is the opposite of the norm here. but thats an essay for another time)

yesterday after class she read and went through the physicians oath (fun fact theres a muslim version! and generally modern versions lol iirc the og hippocratic one was a bit wild) with us and its beautiful. i plan on printing it out and sticking it somewhere i can see.

anyway i think its important to keep the end goal (visibly) in sight bc its easy esp for me to get caught up in the minutiae of the every day and get overwhelmed, so its a good reminder for me to renew my intention every now and again, and to appreciate how far ive come :)

dont u hate it when ur upset or angry and then every inanimate object in existence conspires against u. like wtf are u doin. why are u unionising and why tf is it against me??? im on ur side u jerks >:'(

in ther news my baby cousin is the cutest lil man on the planet his shenanigans are always hysterical. yesterday he left all his toys to go play with the aubergines lmao. legos? nah we stacking tuna cans XD

my dads meeting a friend today so i asked him over lunch what [friends] phd was about since his bachelors is in arabic. like what research do u do in languages, and he said the master thesis was abt the sentence structure of the nabataean language (aramaic i think) and how it resembles arabic. and if thst isnt the coolest fricking thing idk what is

i love languages so much i really wish i could learn every langauge under the sun and read every book in existence. maybe in heaven lol. anyway i asked him if he could ask him to recommend me a book and he said he will :3

the 2 books i bought last year when we went to turkiye abt the ottoman empire sitting on my shelves collecting dust: this bitch

my hands are cold and im getting too lazy to type lol. thank u for reading this far, might post some class doodles today idk (my attention span these days is truly something scandalous)

hope ur all doing well! take care of yo selves, drink water or ill personally hunt u down, and enjoy da fireworks tonight!

"with alarm, your scholar" - kindred

#moots be like i wish we could be friends irl too. me irl:#i jest i would love nothing more than to actually have a blanket fortress and drink tea and chill with all yall #well figure it out one day #kindred newsletter #im a mess #ignore me pls #or join my pity (tea) party its up to u #what does tumblr do for new years?#kinda curious what the traditions are lol #not proofread #dont be mean im a biscuit atm

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sugarlywhispers · 4 months ago

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question... are there any bkdk fics where, due to some quirk accident, they get to take care of their own selves but as kids??? like, mini deku and bakugou of 5-6 yo (when they were friends) 👀

#im in need of some fic where includes kids lol #or maybe #with their own kids #👀👀#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya izuku #bkdk #bakugou x midoriya #bakudeku

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baahsu · 1 year ago

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Sort of thinking about this again but what if instead of being 15 they're kids? Like 8 yo kids?

124ji have those smirks on their faces, clearly ready to cause trouble and bother sanji as much as they can, but sanji pays them no mind

They try to punch him and pull his clothes and yell at him, but they seem so tiny next to him and sanji's always so busy, it's like their efforts amount to nothing, sanji barely looks at them, just some glances to check if they're not destroying the ship

And of course they're not doing anything like that, they don't care about the sunny or about the other strawhats, they just want to get a reaction out of sanji

Sanji lets that keep going for a few days, waiting for them to get tired out, and when they finally calm down he slowly starts changing his approach

He prepares meals personalized for each of their tastes, gives them snacks and little trinkets, telling them to keep it a secret from the rest of the crew, and playfights with them, making sure it's different from the rigorous training they used to have in germa

Sanji doesn't know when they'll turn back to their normal age, but for the time being he'll try to give them as much of a normal childhood as he can (and maybe he'll hope that'll reflect on their future selves)

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On the other hand, it's hilarious to think about sanji arguing and fighting with 8 yo kids too. You know he'd definitely do it, the brats would be irritating and he'd take none of it

After a whole day of shouting at each other he'd still prepare a nutritious meal for them tho

#one piece #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmokes #vinsmoke niji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke yonji #yonji #niji #ichiji #vinsmoke brothers #one piece headcanons #vinsmokes headcanons

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simpxxstan · 1 year ago

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perfect complements (ch. 6)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.9k

warnings: a couple of curse words, mention of claustrophobia, massive econ nerdiness UGH I'M SORRY.

a/n: hope you like this update! do let me know your feedback, it motivates me so much! your reblogs, comments and likes help me a lot with determining the direction of this series as well :)

taglist for the fic: @minhui896 @yunoyeol

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Never in your life have you really found yourself feeling claustrophobic. But this room is having a surprising effect on you. Along with the dim lights and the variety of information flashing at you through the room, it has an alarming effect on you. You’ve become desperate to leave the room, evident in the blaring of your own heartbeat in your ears. It does not help that Seungcheol is rubbing his hands down your arms trying to calm down the sudden panic flowing through your veins.

“Hey? Look at me?”

“I am looking at you Seungcheol! I’m telling you, this room is too stuffy! This should be illegal!”

He pulls you into his chest, taking you by surprise, and you squirm in his arms, but he doesn’t let you budge. When you finally give up, realising it’s impossible to move as you see the breadth of his biceps up close for the first time, he gently releases you and takes a step away. You feel your heart rate calm down and your breathing becoming steady, and you finally come back to your senses.

“Now hurry up aegiya, we’re already 10 minutes into game time,” his voice is softer than usual, and it’s a pleasant surprise.

You both stand side-by-side taking in your surroundings. The escape room is designed like Russian dolls, once you escape this room, the door is supposed to lead you to another one, and then that takes you to another one. The game rules are that you have to escape these three rooms within the next two hours, by any means except using brute force.

Your eyes are caught on the big screen flashing something in front of you, and you walk towards it to read the information displayed on it. Seungcheol seems disinterested to follow you, as he moves around to look at the other details in the junk dispersed across the room.

“Seungcheol, have you seen this?”

“Hmm, the code is 1791. Try and input it?”

You squint your eyes in suspicion, “If you know the code already why haven’t you tried it?”

“Because I was busy taking care of the little baby I’m stuck with,” he snickers, and you’re tempted to kick his butt. Instead, you input 1791 and the screen shifts to a new display. Your pride is slightly hurt because Seungcheol solved the last riddle, so you’re intent to solve this one. You tune out his shuffling movements in the background and start focusing with full attention on the games in front of you.

It’s not long before you both fall into a pattern, solving codes and puzzles in cooperation. You don’t think too much about how you’ve begun depending on Seungcheol to get you both through this escape room. You both may be using logic equally but you can see clearly how his brain works in different tangents from yours. While you’ve always known that you are academically smart, being street-smart or tactical is not your forte, but Seungcheol is definitely making up for you lacking in those aspects. Naturally, your teamwork is surprisingly good, with you picking up on hints through close observation and general knowledge, and him twisting logic just enough to solve the trickiest of riddles.

That’s how you find yourself in the last room of the trio, with only 20 minutes left on the clock. At this last hour, your teamwork has given way to reveal your naturally competitive selves as the end goal of this game has an added twist- the final solution can be tried only one time, in case it is successful, you successfully win 250,000 won. When you had signed up for the game, you were shocked to see so much prize money, but the woman at the registration desk had said, with a sly smile, that only 0.5% of people who try their hand at this escape room can escape through the three rooms successfully. Dr. Lee had definitely chosen the toughest escape room in all of Seoul for you two, you thought bitterly.

Seungcheol says exasperatedly, “Y/N, I can’t take your shit right now. Do you really think that’s the best way out? It’s like- even a caveman would think of a better way for this to end.” You and he both know that you have to try and reach a cooperative outcome of the game to satisfy Dr. Lee, but the way he’s breathing down your neck to pressurise you into trusting his solution is getting on your nerves.

“Seungcheol, there’s only one chance for us to break this code. We can’t fail!”

“Your solution is even less likely to be the actual solution, this is the best shot we’ve got.”

Your eyes are deadlocked on each other, hands on your hips like mirror images. Seungcheol’s Balenciaga hoodie is loose on his shoulders as he bends down to peer into your eyes (how did he even afford that?), his eyes bloodshot with panic and his fluffy hair flying all over the place with how many times he’s run his hands through it. “Trust me, Seungcheol, please.”

“Alright, let’s go over this one more time, hmm?” He casts his eyes across the room, taking in the clues you’ve found till now. “The cast of the mummy, the scrolls, the canopic jars… do you see anything that we’ve missed?” You follow his actions, looking around the room carefully. You’re determined that the code is derived from the numbers in the scrolls, while he is determined that the solution is in the chemicals that you’ve found in the canopic jars. It’s a simple six digit code, but it’s frying your brains. You both intently scrounge the room one last time, brains working faster than while answering questions at your PhD thesis defence.

The minutes keep ticking away.

“Y/N! Come look!”

You spin to find Seungcheol running his fingers over some brown canvas wrapping a wall. The canvas is designed to replicate the rough limestone walls on the interior of a pyramid, filled with hieroglyphics which you cannot read. “Hmm?”

“Can we try and… translate these?”

You widen your eyes at his suggestion, inspiration striking you as you look into the suddenly bright eyes of Seungcheol. He looks like a young boy who’s found a way to sneak out of the house to play with his friends while his mom is asleep, and you almost feel endeared by his excited expression. For the past two hours, he’s been just like this, a little antsy but quite enthusiastic.

Right now his pout shows up (in a ridiculously… cute way?) as he focuses on the phone screen open before you with the hieroglyphics translation website. “Are you sure we can use our handphones?”

“They said anything but brute force, aegiya,” he focuses on the screen, trying to decode the writings on the wall.

You bristle with anxiety. “Can you stop calling me that?”

“What?” he looks up at you, with a confused expression on his face, his pout deepening. Does he really not know what he’s doing or is he just this spineless?

“Stop acting innocent. And stop calling me aegi. I’m not a little child.” He smirks, “Acting like that, no one would think you’re thirty three.” Then he quickly continues, before you can retort in annoyance, “As usual, I am right. This is a legit code.” You peak into his phone, where he’s typing something on the notes app. “N… I… L… Nile?” You whisper, your eyes big like saucers replicating his own wild eyes.

“But it’s a number code!”

His face falls flat, evidently disappointed.

“What if… we convert these letters to numbers? Like A is 1, B is 2-”

“N is?”

“Wait Seungcheol, let me calculate!”

He whips out his phone again and begins typing something. Soon an image converting letters to numbers pops up and he says, “14… 9… 12… 5!”

“Woah that’s six digits!” A shiver runs down your spine in excitement, and you grab Seungcheol’s left arm, as he moves to press the code into the system. “Are you sure?” he turns and asks you, looking for confidence in your eyes. You nod once, “We don’t have much time left, let’s just go with this. Seems like a good solution!” He nods, and then slowly presses in the six keys.

The speaker booms out in a dead automated voice, “Congratulations, you have successfully solved the puzzle of the Nile.”

After what was nerve wracking to say the least, you gladly accept the cheque with the prize money that the workers at the escape room office present you with, although their expressions do not seem happy at all to be parting with the money. Seungcheol looks giddy with excitement, and he takes a photo of you holding the cheque, and you do the same for him. He sends the photos to Dr. Lee, who immediately texts back with a smiley emoji quite uncharacteristic of them, saying Congratulations!, and then another text which is more like them, saying Why not take a photo together! and a wink face. So you sigh and take a selfie, Seungcheol bending down slightly to reach your height, his face really so close to yours that you can smell the perfume from his hoodie, and you take the photo before the scent becomes too heady, and you send the photograph to Dr. Lee, who smiles back in return.

“Are you hungry?” Once out of the dark confines of the escape room building, you realise that it’s quite late in the evening, with the sun setting and the skies purple. You had hardly realised when the hours had passed.

He looks at you with a suspicious expression, all the dopamine rush from solving the games together now dissipated into the chilly nighttime air as you walk towards the main road.

“Not particularly. But do you want to eat something? I’ll come with then.”

You purse your lips, trying to figure out whether it is worth taking on Seungcheol’s offer. You finally decide and say, “Okay I’m going to get boba. See that shop there?” He nods and walks along without a word as you start walking towards the stall. The street stall seems to sell fried chicken too, so Seungcheol orders one of that along with your Iced Coffee boba, and then proceeds to pay for it as well, all while you’re busy searching for a seat to sit down on and it’s too late to realise that he’s not only paid for the order but also ordered the exact boba tea you wanted to drink. It’s a little confusing, but you don’t care as he appears soon with the food in his hands and you start slurping on the well made drink.

“Can I try one?” You point a finger towards the chicken, and he extends the plate towards you. You pick a piece using a toothpick, and then he gestures towards your drink, so you assume he might want to take a sip. You hand it over, expecting him to take out your straw and drink from the cup itself, but he actually sips from the same straw, which still has your lipstick stains on the edge. “Eww, that’s disgusting!” You whisper, grabbing your drink back. “What? There’s no other straw!” “You could’ve drunk from the cup or asked them for a straw!” “Y/N, seriously? I’ll get a fresh straw for you now.” As he gets up, he murmurs something about transfer of cavities and you indignantly whisper back, “I don’t have cavities! I bet you do, though!” He shoots you a dirty look and brings back another straw so that you can drink the rest of the boba tea peacefully.

The rest of the meal is passed in silence, but you find yourself catching glances at Seungcheol more than usual, whenever he’s not looking. Perhaps it’s because he looks exceptionally sharp in the sunset glow, his brown hair pushed back, revealing his strong brows and eyes, and his dimples showing gently whenever he chews the chicken slowly.

You’re definitely looking at him in a new light, with a tad more respect than yesterday, and you have to credit Dr. Lee for that. You’ve always respected Seungcheol on a professional ground, considering his thesis work exceptionally unique and considering him one of the best academics of your generation in this field, but today, he’s shown you that his intelligence extends beyond simple bookish knowledge.

If you didn’t know better, you’d definitely find this insanely attractive.

“So this is the last time we meet, officially. I hope it’s not the same unofficially.” Dr. Lee smiles at you, genial and kind, as you sit alone in their chamber on Friday, hours before your flight is due for Singapore. “I hope you both enjoy the trip- it’ll work infinitely better than any other group activity I send you both to.”

You can only scoff at that. “I think we were both too determined not to lose in the escape game. Especially with that kind of prize money on the line. Our competitive natures made us cooperate.”

Dr. Lee smiles again, but this is their I know more than you, layman smile, and it makes you nervous as always.

“You’ve heard of the Prisoners’ Dilemma game, yes?” You say, “Of course. As students of economics, it’s one of the first things we learn in our game theory courses.” Dr. Lee nods, “Yes, of course. It’s a key idea in psychology too, you know. As you’re aware I’m sure, there are two prisoners who were caught together in a crime. They each can either choose to confess to the police or remain silent.”

You nod, interrupting in her slight pause. “If they both confess, they get a certain number of years in jail. But if one of them remains silent and the other confesses, then the one confessing can escape without charges, while the other gets an even higher number of years in jail.”

“However, and here’s the catch, if both remain silent, then they can reach a better outcome than both confessing.”

“Cooperation versus conflict. Classic case: both have an incentive to betray the other by confessing and hoping the other remains silent for the lucrative opportunity to leave without charges. But they can cooperate and both eliminate the risk of the outcome of both ending up confessing, and get an optimum outcome.”

Dr. Lee smiles.

“When Wonwoo asked me to counsel two economics professors, I thought it would be the toughest challenge so far in my career here. Because it’s so easy for economists to find out any strategy I apply in their experiments.”

You laugh. “And have we satisfied you?”

“You have. As rational humans, you have. You’ve not bitched about each other at individual sessions, you’ve not tried to worsen the situation due to spite from attending these counselling sessions, and you’ve genuinely worked hard at whatever silly tasks I have given you. You’ve helped me help you, indeed.”

“I can’t say if I’m surprised or not. Perhaps it is because we’re adults and we can be mature about this-”

“With the pettiness in your fights from what I’ve heard from your colleagues, I don’t know about the maturity in your relationship, honestly.” Dr. Lee laughs softly, without any malice. “I think it signals something deeper.” You suck in a breath, not sure what to say. Their words inspire many thoughts in your mind, and you don’t want to think about them.

“We weren’t thinking of game theory when doing these sessions, you know.”

“I know. It was subconscious cooperation. Hence, even more precious and hopeful. I can see that you’re on your path to looking above your differences and seeing the best in each other. Even if you can’t see it now.” There’s another knowing smile from Dr. Lee, and you’re overwhelmed by what they’ve just said. You’re scared that it may be very true, indeed.

The university clock strikes four in the distance, and the gong alerts your mind to your flight.

“I shall take your leave then, Dr. Lee. I have to get home, get changed, and then make my way to the airport. We’ve a long weekend ahead, with 32 kids and one kidult to manage,” you chuckle, and Dr. Lee laughs with you as they walk you to the door.

“It was a pleasure spending time with you and Prof. Choi. Do let him know. And keep it touch,” they extend their hand towards you, and you grab it and shake it enthusiastically. “I shall! Thank you, Dr. Lee. And goodbye.” They smile and wave back, as you exit from their office.

Two minutes later, you’re strutting down the stairs towards the staffroom to collect your things, and your phone rings in your pocket.

“Hello?” You don’t look at the name in your hurry to walk down the stairs.

“Prof. Y/L/N, do you plan to bail on me on this trip? We’re already at the airport, where,” the voice drops to a hoarse whisper, “the fuck,” and then back to normal, “are you, Y/N?”

“What? What are you doing there now, Prof. Choi? The flight is at eight! We still have four hours to go.”

“This woman,” he mutters under his breath, before continuing. “The flight is at six o’ clock. It lands at eight. Please bring your ass here, FAST!”

The line goes dead, and you’re left speechless.

An international flight, in two hours, and the airport is 45 minutes away from your apartment, not accounting for rush hour traffic? You’re fucked.

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amethystina · 3 months ago

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I was reading your answer to an ask about your idea on Ga On not knowing Yohan was dead, and how that would impact his relationship with an alive Soo Hyun. It really stuck with me because I had actually been wondering about something similar, but with more of a twist. You mentioned not really liking it due to that meaning Yo Han was choosing to actually harm Ga On by not telling him, which sucks a lot. I guess I subconsciously had a similar feeling lol because I was wondering about if for whatever reason Yo Han was forced not to reveal he was alive (for example something went wrong with the escape plan or maybe someone dangerous is out to get him so he can't expose Elijah to danger, etc).

This would mean Elijah also wouldn't know, so Ga On would be stuck with the mystery of whether he's dead or alive since he saw the escape plans and maybe later finds out about the Swiss hospital donations, but clearly Yo Han isn't here. It could also be interesting because ofc he's guilty and doesn't know what to do with himself in the aftermath, but he needs to take care of Elijah.

This could also introduce an interesting dynamic where even though Elijah loves Ga On a lot, she also is angry at him for being apart of Yo Han's supposed death, even tho she's super angry at Yo Han too. And of course she's lonely and scared and still needs and loves Ga On, so that might make things more complicated.

Furthermore, we can see Soo hyun's dynamic with Ga On and see their relationship have to change due to their different values and experiences. I think that Soo hyun would of course be upset about all the corruption but she wouldn't fully understand the extent and the inherent corruption in the system. Meanwhile, Ga On, especially grappling with Yo Han maybe being dead "because of him" might have less patience for this and even become reckless or consider actions he wouldn't before due to his frustration with the new corruption in the system and his by-the-book efforts not being able to change things, too tunnel-visioned to consider a different approach like in your WHTD.

I think it would be really interesting to see Soo Hyun's dynamic with Ga On in a way that is two-sided and allows her and Ga On to be more honest with each other and expose, for lack of another word, their true selves or feelings that they were hiding for each other for one reason or another. I think it would also be nice to see Soo Hyun have the chance to fall out of love with him or move on in a sense, even if that'll be probably very tough. I would love to see her growth.

Of course I guess that the main mystery would probably be around Yo Han's "death", Soo Hyun investigating stuff as a police officer and maybe having to directly reckon with corruption in her job and how it is everywhere, and also the new powers trying to take hold after Yo Han basically cleared the stage?

I'm very sorry I overstepped with this ask, I just love your work and you really inspired me, so I wanted to share my thoughts and see if they might interest you.

P.S. This is just me spitballing now, but I think it would be interesting to see Soo Hyun's dynamic with Elijah, as maybe she can be a comfort for her, especially since she's conflicted about Ga On now even tho she loves him. Of course she's not immediately sold on her, and she knows she really dislikes Yo Han, but she tended to agree with those sentiments before and may even think they're fair game or kinda deserved, tho of course she may get upset about it if Soo hyun goes too far or really insists. It might even be a breath of fresh air if Ga On in his grief sometimes struggles to address Yo Han's flaws or focuses on defending him, even tho this is unfair towards Elijah and he regrets it everytime it happens. Maybe Soo Hyun even stays at the house a bit for Elijah and to watch over Ga On, which would be complicated for everyone, like Ga On might struggle with her being in a place he only associated with Yo Han with him not there. And Elijah may feel conflicted about Ga On and Soo hyun maybe ending up together out of her own abandonment etc fears (she doesn't know about Ga On feelings for Yo Han, tho maybe it gets obvious), so she might meddle or lash out, or sometimes even try to bring them together sometimes if she "just wants to get it over with" or smth. I would also like to see her explore not only the grief of losing family like her dad and even Yo Han, but also more specifics on how she feels about her mom.

Ooooooh, that's a really fascinating concept! And would also be terribly painful, in more ways than one x'D

But it would definitely put a rather interesting spin on Ga On and Soo Hyun's relationship. Because Soo Hyun would be alive to be told the truth about the fire and, as you say, have to face the corruption and such, but also deal with a Ga On who, for lack of a better word, would probably get a little bit obsessed with finding Yo Han. He'd probably tell Soo Hyun about his doubts about Yo Han's death and his need to confirm it, but it's more like trying to find a man he hopes is alive but also can't prove is alive.

And how would Soo Hyun deal with that? Would she write it off as a grief response? And try to gently tell him that no, Yo Han is most definitely dead and Ga On needs to move on even if he feels guilty. Or would she agree with him and help him search for answers?

To be honest, I think she'd lean towards the first — out of purely selfish reasons because while she's not proud of it, she kind of wishes Yo Han was dead? Because that means Ga On is finally free. Except she'd realise pretty soon that, nope, Ga On is in no way free. In fact, he's worse than ever and seems even more determined not to let Yo Han go.

Which would probably make her even more determined to "help" Ga On move on.

And I don't mean this as an insult towards Soo Hyun. I'd argue this is the logical conclusion someone would draw if put in her position. Like, sure, Ga On can claim that the blueprints and donations to the Swiss hospital suggest that Yo Han is alive, but the whole "he wouldn't leave Elijah on her own" is a very good counterargument. Also, claiming that Yo Han would fake his own death twice in as many days is kind of ludicrous, you know? (that fucking drama queen, I swear x'D ) So it's more reasonable to assume that, maybe, Ga On is just not handling the grief all that well and is coming up with wild theories to ease his own conscience.

Also, while Soo Hyun would accept that Yo Han didn't cause the fire, I'm worried she might still double down on the rest of the illegal stuff. Like, sure, Yo Han didn't murder his own brother, but he faked the trials and then murdered a bunch of people on live television instead. I think that would be difficult for Soo Hyun to swallow even if she did admit to herself that, yeah, the corruption is bad and those people would probably never have been punished if it hadn't been for Yo Han. But that doesn't mean she has to accept what Yo Han did. Only made worse by Ga On's insistence that Yo Han might be alive and his obsession to find him.

Basically, I think Soo Hyun might stay stubborn because she can still tell that she's about to lose Ga On to Yo Han.

And I think she and Ga On would end up arguing about Yo Han a lot. In a way where both of them are right but also wrong, and they're both too stubborn to reach a compromise because, for once, Ga On isn't going to bend to Soo Hyun's will because it's not just his own well-being that's on the line. He wants Yo Han to be alive not just for his sake and to soothe his own guilt, but because Elijah is grieving, too. And he'd probably get frustrated with Soo Hyun's insistence that no, Yo Han is dead, let it go. Because Yo Han secretly being alive would be good scenario, you know?

Except Soo Hyun doesn't agree because then she'd have to arrest him. And hearing that would make Ga On defensive because, sure, what Yo Han did was illegal but how can Soo Hyun say that she'll take Yo Han away from Elijah again? Can't she look the other way for once? And Soo Hyun would get upset because why is Ga On defending Yo Han all the time? And Ga On would get upset because no, he isn't, he just wants Elijah to be happy. And on and on and on it goes.

The fights they would have, my friends.

And it would kind of turn into an opposite version of chapter 38 of Who Holds the Devil, I guess? Where Ga On is trying to be what Soo Hyun wants him to be, but he keeps taking Yo Han's side because his guilt and grief won't let him do anything else. And Soo Hyun has never experienced that before. She's used to Ga On always taking her side in the important issues and now, all of a sudden, he doesn't. And I do think that would result in her falling out of love with him eventually. If nothing else because, sooner or later — after one too many times when Soo Hyun tries to tell Ga On that Yo Han has been a bad influence on him, corrupting his thoughts — Ga On will have to tell her that no, this is who he is. And who he's always been. And he can't keep pretending that he's all good and righteous.

He's not as bad as Yo Han wanted him to be, but also not as good as Soo Hyun tried to make him.

And, once they reach that point, a lot of things would unravel.

As for Elijah, I think she would flip into becoming Yo Han's biggest defender. Because, sure, even if she often talked shit about him, it still showed that he was her entire world in many ways. And I think her reaction when she finds out that Ga On told Soo Hyun about the document on Yo Han's computer is pretty telling. She didn't look happy at all. And I think that's partly because she felt betrayed — that Ga On would tell someone else something Elijah told him in confidence — but also because suddenly someone else is criticising Yo Han. Someone who might try to have Yo Han arrested. Someone Elijah doesn't know or trust yet. Her relationship with Yo Han is incredibly complex and full of anger and trauma, but she's undeniably protective of him.

So if she genuinely thought Yo Han was dead? Elijah would bite the head off of anyone who offended Yo Han. Especially since she's now gotten Ga On's explanation of what happened during the fire and, provided that she still believes it (which I think she will), it turns out that Yo Han was innocent.

And she just lost him.

And while she's probably also very angry at Yo Han for leaving her — and isn't afraid to express that — I think her sense of loyalty would still kick in every time someone else tries to criticise him. Only she is allowed to do that.

So, to be honest, I think Elijah would be pretty vicious against both Ga On and Soo Hyun. In an eerily similar way to how she felt about Yo Han while she still thought he was responsible for the fire. The difference of course being that Ga On and Soo Hyun would be better at helping her work through that anger, but it would be far from easy. Even more so if Elijah feels that they're in some part responsible for Yo Han's death. But, sadly, she'd still have very little choice in some regards since, well, who else does she have at that point?

So that's a terribly tragic aspect of this scenario: Elijah has to start another cycle of mourning someone she loves while relying on people she thinks are responsible for that loved one's death.

And, to be honest, I'm not sure I have the heart to do that to her >__>

But I find the concept of Soo Hyun staying at the house for a while absolutely fascinating. Because, to no one's surprise, I'm very fond of the concept of the house and what it symbolises in terms of family and belonging. And I agree that Ga On would probably struggle because Soo Hyun shouldn't be there. He loves her, of course, but she doesn't fit in. And, sometimes, he'd probably turn around and almost startle at the sight of her because it's just wrong to see her there.

It should be Yo Han, not Soo Hyun. Those two parts of Ga On's world shouldn't cross like this.

(Complete side note: Imagine Ga On going to Yo Han's bedroom on the nights he can't sleep — which is probably often. It's obviously been left untouched since Yo Han's "death" and Ga On while wouldn't dream of sleeping in Yo Han's bed or anything like that — that would feel both impolite and improper — he'd probably fall asleep in one of the armchairs more than once. Because that's where he feels closest to Yo Han and, most likely, one of the few rooms where Soo Hyun hasn't gone. Or at least not often enough that Ga On will have conflicting impressions. Everywhere else — like the study, the kitchen, Ga On's own bedroom — will have memories of Soo Hyun overlapping those of Yo Han, causing cracks and confusion. But not in Yo Han's bedroom. That room remains Yo Han's and Ga On would protect it like a sanctuary — like something sacred.

Because it is)

But yeah! It would be a spectacular and very fascinating little mess, wouldn't it? And while Soo Hyun and Ga On's relationship would unravel — much faster than if Yo Han had been present — it would also teach them to be more honest with each other. They would have to work through some of the issues they have in their relationship, and while I think they would both try to hold on for a while, saying that no, we still love each other, they'd eventually realise that their romantic relationship isn't going to last. Too much has changed. Ga On is too stuck on Yo Han and Soo Hyun's worldview is slowly crumbling, both when it comes to Ga On and their society as a whole.

They're suddenly moving at different paces.

And, while it might sound harsh, I think Elijah would prefer them breaking up. Even if she'd be angry at both Ga On and Soo Hyun, out of the two of them she'd no doubt choose Ga On. And as you point out, she has some pretty serious abandonment issues. So she'd probably be jealous of Soo Hyun and be afraid that she'd steal Ga On from her now that he is one of the few people she has left. Especially once Elijah realises that Soo Hyun already has tried to take Ga On from her by tryinf to find proof that Yo Han caused the fire. Because that was essentially to prove to Ga On that Yo Han was a bad man he should distance himself from. And, most likely, that would mean distancing himself from Elijah too.

So, uh, Elijah would probably not be sad at all if she was told that Soo Hyun and Ga On are no longer a couple.

But that's just my guess! Or how I would approach it, I guess I should say? My takes are always subject to change, though, as seen with my initial idea where I did a complete 180 and changed my mind about a key part of the concept x'D

Thank you for sharing! It's a very fascinating thought! Though, again, very painful.

Then again, what isn't when it comes to these idiots?

#Amethystina Replies #geniam #I feel like I might not have addressed all of the aspects you mentioned #But please excuse that #I'm not trying to ignore them or anything #I'm just feverish and should probably go to bed x'D #So I think I'll do that #I'm genuinely groggy x'D

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coyfsh · 6 months ago

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Whole again

Chapter two

Burgers and Fries

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-===============================- warnings: swearing, crime, eating disorder, depression.

15+

“No problem softie…”

His words echoed through your mind as you lied awake that night, returning to you even in the morning. Somehow, for a reason you couldn’t understand, it felt different when he said it. You felt alone and ashamed whenever anyone teased you for being ‘soft’. But when Guzma said it, it felt… warm? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as the morning sun peered through the window. Your sleepy eyes falling upon the half-eaten box of Malasada’s from the night before. You reached for it, taking a few out to eat for breakfast before you planned to go back to sleep. After a half hour of drifting off, you decided to get up. If you kept sleeping all day you’d feel gross.

Heading downstairs, a group of grunts had gathered in the main hall, snickering, swearing, and being their normal selves. They noticed you come down the stairs and called out to you. “Yo! Lu! We’re headin’ out to that one abandon poke’mart to go taggin’, you wanna come with?” You nodded and walked over to them. “This shits gonna be awsome! We got the Big Boss and our best graffiti artist comin’?!” You could tell that they were smiling under their masks.

“Guzma’s coming?” You felt a little nervous. Although the grunts regarded you as an awsome tagger, you weren’t sure if Guzma would be impressed by you or not. It was a lot of pressure. “Hell yeah he’s comin’! Boss man said he wanted to blow off some steam, so it’s our lucky fuckin’ day!” You hummed at this new information. This meant you might get to see him train.

It wasn’t in a creepy way, but you liked watching him train. Guzma always acted so smart and determined when he was deep in battles. Of course he wasn’t the smartest guy. You didn’t worship him like most of the grunts did. You knew he had flaws, but what fascinated you is that he didn’t seem to care about them. He boasted all of himself. Flaws and all.

After arriving at the pokemart, most of the team got to work, marking up the building as if they were playing Splatoon. You however, went to a quieter spot and started spraying away. Shaking your can and getting a good look at your work now and then. You felt yourself forget the world around you. Completely entranced by the paint fusing to the wall in front of you.

It had been a few hours, and the hot sun stood high in the sky. The grunts were getting sweaty and tired. They all headed off, planning to grab something to eat. You however, stayed behind. You wanted to get as much out on the poke’ mart before the grunts returned and their was no space left. After a while of baking in the heat you took a step back and collapsed onto your rear. Sitting on the ground with your knees sprawled out, wiping the sweat from your brow.

You froze when you heard a slow whistle from behind you. You turned around to see the Big Boss himself. His jacket now tied around his waist, exposing his arms covered in his team skull tattoos, as well as a thin layer of sweat. You blinked at the sight, since you rarely ever saw him outside of his jacket. “You got a real talent for this shit.” He said, admiring the wall, now covered in your graffiti. “Thanks.” You said, scratching the back of your head when you heard your stomach rumble.

“You wanna grab somethin’ to eat? I’m starving.” He said, stretching. “I’m kinda broke.” He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask of you had money, I asked if you wanted to grab something to eat.” You blinked, not expecting him to be so forward. He noticed that you didn’t really know what to say, and turned around, walking off towards the street. You sighed, thinking he had given up, until you heard him call out to you without turning around.

“Get your ass over here, I ain’t got all day.” He spoke more calmly, rather than his normal aggressive punk tone. You quickly got up, brushed off your front, and jogged over to him to keep up. Slowing to a normal pace as you came to his side.

The walk was a little awkward. You were too anxious to try and start a conversation, so you both ended up walking to a small restaurant in silence. It was a fast food esc place that mainly sold grilled food, like burgers. Alola didn’t really have fast food, other than one or two locations on the entire group of islands.

“Wadya’ want to eat?” He turned over to you as you both entered the small restaurant. “I’ve never really eaten here before, what do they have?” He took a good long look at you, squinting his eyes as if he was trying to figure something out. You didn’t like it when people looked at you too much. “You ain’t got allergies or nothin’ right?” “No I don’t.”

“Hmm..” he said, eyeing you again. “I know what to getcha.” He nodded conclusively. “Go find us a table while I get the food.” He waved you off as he turned back to facing the counter. You headed over to a secluded corner of the restaurant, hoping into one of the seats. Thank Arceos there was a fan right by you.

Alola was always so hot, even inside at times. You missed Galar’s four seasons. Everything moved so fast their. You gazed out the window, wondering what your life would be like if you never left. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind as you saw Guzma approaching the table with a big paper bag. He plopped himself, and the food, at the table.

He carelessly unpacked the food with one large rough hand, using his other to hold the large soda he was drinking from. He tossed you something wrapped in tinfoil and a small bag of fries. You could see the grease soaking into the wrapping. “Got you a Burger, shits pretty good here.” He said, unwrapping his own and sucking off some of the ketchup that he got on his fingers.

You took a bite. Guzma was right, it is really good. “You weren’t kidding.” You said, taking another bite. He chuckled, “‘Course I wasn’t, I know good food when I taste it.” You chuckled under your breath. “Burgers are always pretty good.” You said while taking a fry. He cocked an eyebrow. “Guess I ain’t the only one with good taste here, huh?” He finished his burger and tossed his wrapper in the bag. You were surprised that he finished so fast.

“You think so?” He nodded while taking a sip from his soda. “Ya gave me a hint when you brought those Malasadas the other day, but this-“ he snuck one of your fries into his mouth. “-this confirms it.” You chuckled softly, which made him smile. He was always so goofy.

After a few more minutes of chatting about your alike taste, you seemed to get more warmed up to each other. You liked Guzma’s attitude. He was punk and rough, but sincere. He may have been harsh at times, but he was never intentionally a jerk to you. You always felt special when you heard his voice take a softer tone.

Guzma liked your softness. It was a good break from the rough and coldness of the team. You always showed how you felt, and you felt warm around Guzma. It was easy to feel safe around him, now that you had broken that acquaintance barrier.

“Shit!” You looked mildly concerned, but mostly confused. “What’s up?” He put his half empty drink down on the table. “I didn’t get ya anything to drink.” He sighed and shrugged. “You were really workin hard on all that cool fuckin graffiti you did earlier.” He though for a moment, then slid you his cup. “You can have some of mine, I don’t know why I got a large.” You blinked. “You sure?”

“The last thing I need is you dying from dehydration or somethin.” You nodded, taking the cup in your hands. “You can always flip the straw around.” He noted, but you shrugged. “I don’t mind. It’s not like you have rabies or somethin’.” You said before taking a sip. The corners of his lips curled a bit, but you didn’t notice.

After wrapping up, you headed outside. The sun wasn’t directly above you anymore, now hanging a bit lower in the sky. The clouds were wispy and covered up bits of the sky. A soft breeze swished through your hair as the two of you headed back to Po town.

“Thanks for the food.” You said, looking over at him. “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled a little. “I’m glad you liked that place.” He said, turning to you. “Means you ain’t an idiot.” You chuckled softly, before looking up at the open sky. “It’s a nice day today.”

“Yeah. It is.”

#guzma x reader #guzma x oc #guzma #chapter 2

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iknowicanbutwhy · 2 months ago

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Gonna take a break from Tumblr for a while, see what happens o7 Take care of yo selves

#wish me luck #i am going to need it

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thescottishalpaca · 3 months ago

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the lab's plants

Ok, so. Some months ago, for no reasons at all, me, a simple Demon, and a Time Lord (the oldest colleague -41 yo), started taking care of Queen Victoria's plants (another Colleague. In my mind, the ways I name my colleagues are very accurate). Queen Victoria would say that we kidnapped them, we say she forgot them in the workshop for weeks and we adopted them. Both sides are 100% sure of their own version.

I don't know why, but then, it seemed like I was good with plants. Don't know what feed this idea. As a matter of fact, new plants arrived.

Angel was annoyed, because me and the Time Lord were a little bit too much proud of our selves (really. It is just a basic potus, a cactus, and an orchid that for very, very long time we supposed it was dead).

Today, Willy Wonka brought a new plant, the Monstera (...?).

Angel sent to me that pic (I'm sick at home):

Angel: "Nice to meet you, I'm Monstera"

Me:" are you going to name them?"

Angel: "I think it is the species"

Me: ...

Angel: ""..." What."

Me: "Angel, are you still using that app?"

Angel: "YES AND THE APP SAYS, YOU'RE OVERWATERING THEM"

Me: "yeah I know. It is how waterboarding supposes to work. I preferred when you were annoyed by the plants"

Angel: "I'm annoyed by your and Time Lord's Pride. But I'm not standing while they suffer!"

Me: "Did they tell you they're suffering?"

Angel: "there is a yellow spot!"

Me: "yeah, I know, they're trying to fool you, but never, NEVER, let them take advantage of you. You're naive, Angel. They know."

Tom Bombadil is finding funny ways to kill them all. But's another story.

#Workplace #plants #crowley's plants #Go coded

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starkerhowlter · 2 years ago

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Princess Parker -- 9

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

Read below or on AO3

This fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I promise that I haven't forgotten about this fic and I swear the last two chapters are waiting in the queue to post in the next two weeks. Life got in the way and I graduated college!

9 -- Fated Arrangement

Bucky jumps when Loki corners him a week later. "What the hell are you doing, man?"

"I need your help."

"And 'Hey, Bucky, I need your help' wouldn't have worked?"

"No. Of course not." Loki scoffs, leading the boy to a table on the patio. "I need your help crossing social lines."

"What?"

"Tony has a crush on Peter."

”And this is news to you? I thought you guys knew everything.” ?" Bucky arched his eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Peter has a crush on Tony too." Loki clarifies.

Bucky replies confused, "And what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?”

"Peter and Tony need to meet up and talk through all this frustration.” Loki waves their hand in the air ambiguously. “We’ll use one of the empty fashion classrooms.”

"That would work, but neither of us know where that is."

"Gods you absolute cretin. How you have made it this far in life is beyond me. The fourth floor of the Nelson building Room 425." The fashion god rolls their eyes and takes a sip from their $11 latte.

"Oh, like you know where every classroom on campus is.” Bucky sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. When do we want to do this?"

"2:30 today. There’s no classes in the room for an hour before or an hour after. No one around to witness whatever social travesty may occur.”

"Perfect. I will be there with Tony."

"Don't get caught, Peter specifically requested privacy."

"Why?"

"He's terrified of "social suicide" or something. Which I can respect," Loki confesses with an eye roll, "but, he also feels that because it’s a Tuesday."

"I mean fair." Bucky shrugs, "So 2:30 in the Nelson building?"

"Don’t be late." Bucky nods, walking away from the fashion student, rolling his eyes.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Sorry I’m late,” Bucky said, dropping his tray on the table and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth, smiling at the feeling of Steve’s fingers in his hair. “Yo Tony, check your phone.” Bucky nodded towards Tony as he took a bite of his apple.

"O...kay?" Tony pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and reads the texts from Bucky. He nods, silently, looking up and seeing Bucky show Steve the message he’d sent Tony, traitorous romantic bastards. Tony tries his best not to scarf down the rest of his food in his excitement. “I have to go, see you guys at dinner possibly?" The others at the table nod, smiling. Tony swears out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve give him a thumbs up.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Tony stares at himself in the mirror of his dorm, unsure of what to wear for this. “What do you wear when you meet someone like Peter?” He asks Freddie.

When the poster (obviously) fails to reply Tony sighs with a laugh. “Useless”

Searching his closet, he decides on a white tee with his vintage leather jacket over it was good enough. His jeans have tears in them, but not in the way that it looks like he can't buy better ones. Instead, it's in the 'artful' way.

He cracks his neck, staring at Freddie on his wall. "Wish me luck, mate." He murmurs, touching his hand to the worn spot on the corner of the poster, where Freddie's mic stand leaves the frame. "This could change everything."

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Peter is in the same predicament. Staring into his massive closet of designer clothing, trying to decide on the perfect appearance for the meeting with Tony. He pulls out a dress shirt from Anton Alexander. It's a swear-by shirt for Peter, usually saved for presentations and job interviews, but today, it's for meeting his soulmate.

Is Tony his soulmate? Peter picks out a pair of red jeans and his black Louboutin Samson’s, dressing carefully in the clothes. He brushes out his hair, smiling as his curls fall into place. He picks up a tube of pale pink lip gloss, brushing a ghost of the color onto his lips before touching up the simple eyeliner from earlier that morning. He nods, just as Loki knocks on his door.

"Hey, are you ready for this, Peter?" Loki asks, opening the door. Peter nods again, smiling at his friend's reflection in the mirror. Loki has gone green with their outfit today, the color a perfect match for their complexion and a simple statement of 'you can't afford me.' Peter turns to them, "Do any of the others know where we are going?"

"Nope. The only people who know are Bucky, Tony, you, me, and probably Bucky's boyfriend."

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. “Thank you for respecting my wishes for privacy.”

"For sure, dahling. I wouldn't want you fucking yourself over royally just because you had a little crush on a boy. But it's already 2:07 and I doubt you want to keep the boy in question waiting?" They asked with a teasing smile, checking their watch dramatically.

"Shit! No!" Peter gasps, grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone before locking the door to his dorm room; Loki following close behind.

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By the time Tony and Bucky find the Nelson Building, It's already 2:10. "Fuck, I hope we aren't late..."

"No, Tony, he said 2:30. We're meeting them in room 425."

As soon as they enter the building, they feel out of place. The white marble staircase leading them to the second floor greets them and there are pictures of notable designers that are alumni of the school. "Holy, woah. Why have we never been in here?"

"Clearly, we don't belong in here," Tony whispers, leading Bucky to the elevator. The gold doors part and open to the marble interior, and the two step inside, pressing the button for the fourth floor. The elevator dings gently, and begins rising to the selected floor. It dings again, as the doors part. This floor is different from the main lobby. The walls are pastel green, and the ceiling is covered in drawings of clouds. It almost feels like a children's hallway. All of the doors are closed and the hallway is dark. "Are you sure this isn't a prank? Bucky this hall looks abandoned."

"Loki said 425. They should be here. What would they gain from pranking you?" Bucky sighs, "Just... let's find the room and then we can decide from there."

Tony nods, following the signage that leads them around the corner to room 425.

Bucky motions to the door, "Here it is. Want me to go in first?"

"Sure. Is anyone in there?" He asks, picking at his nail nervously.

Bucky glances in the window, "Loki and Peter. I don't see anyone else." He catches Loki’s eye as Loki starts towards the door.

Loki opened the door and gestured for Tony to enter. “Well, in you go.” They said as the fashion major exited to the hallway. Bucky and Loki shared a smile between them, as they leaned against the wall, guarding the door.

"Um... hi." Peter begins, "Sorry about this."

Tony smiled at Peter. “All good.”

Peter chews his lip nervously, the movement catching the other boy’s eye. Just before Peter catches him, he quickly begins glancing around the space.

"So what’s this room for?" The walls are covered in patterns and fabrics, and each model on the back wall is wearing some form of costume. The desk Peter is sat on is clearly his, judging by the leather and glitter adorning the drawings next to him.

Tony smiles gently, meeting Peter's eyes. Oh hell, how he wishes he hadn't. The moment their eyes meet, he feels like he's come home. Everything that Tony was ever worried about was gone in that minute. He looks so fucking perfect sat slightly above him on the table.

Oh, how Tony could get used to that view.

"Oh, it's for Design 101. It's purely for teaching us how to create our own patterns and trace them onto fabric and how to create clothing items. It’s basically a studio."

"But wait, I thought you were a Chemistry major?"

"Actually, I'm both.” he shrugs dismissively, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “I’m double majoring with a minor in environmental science," Peter flushes, pridefully.

"That's really impressive.” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So which do you want to use in your future?"

"I think I want to work with fashion more, but maybe use my chemistry knowledge to write out formulas for new colors and fabrics. The environmental science minor is just a brain workout. Don’t want to come off as a ditz now do I?"

"That's, wow, that’s something. You’ve got some serious balls taking on the hardest major for fun." Tony replies, reveling in the way Peter preens at the compliments. A soft blush tints his cheeks and Tony resists pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

"But we didn't come here to talk about that. I asked you to meet me here because--"

"Time's up." Loki says as they open the door and nodding towards the hallway.. "If you both want to make a break for it, now's your chance. The next class comes in ten minutes."

"Fuck, why can't we ever have time alone. It's like the universe is keeping me away from you," Peter pouts.

"I know, but there's a funny thing you should know about me," Tony leans in and for a moment Peter thinks he's going to kiss him again. Just before their mouths connect he murmurs, "The universe doesn't stop me." Tony pulls away, leaving Peter gasping on the desk.

"It's true," Bucky jokes, leaning against the door frame with a reassuring smile."If he wants something, nothing will stop him." He nods towards Tony with a shrug.

Peter returns the smile. "Thank you. For doing this, I mean."

Bucky nods, "Absolutely. I mean, you should thank Loki, they arranged all this. We gotta roll though if we want to avoid people questioning us."

"Alright. Can I have a minute with Tony though?"

"I mean, I'm not his keeper, but I’m gonna get out of here. Catch you two around." Bucky winks at Peter, texting as he heads out.

"Bye, Bucky!" Peter smiles.

Tony turns back to Peter with a soft smirk.

"I just wanted to… I just” Peter stammered. “I'm sorry I'm gonna go."

As the boy passes, Tony touches his wrist. "No! What did you want?"

Peter sighs, and curses under his breath. He grabs Tony's shoulders and twists towards him, moving to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek. Before he can, however, Tony turns his head to meet Peter’s eye.

"Well, I was trying to kiss your cheek but I suppose this will do," Peter said with a soft giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's lips, shoulders dropping at the feeling of familiarity. "I’ll see you later, okay?"

"The third-floor ballroom? No one uses it after dinner. We can sneak in and no one will see us.”

"Deal."

"See you tonight." Peter kisses Tony's cheek and sits down at his desk, watching Tony leave.

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The evening couldn't come fast enough. Tony fights the urge to hang out outside the classroom, waiting for Peter to return.

If he didn’t think it would jeopardize Peter’s social status, he would press the boy against the wall and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him. Right here, right now.

Everything in him screams for Peter, for the boy he can't have.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are MUCH appreciated!

#starker #tony x peter #shut up nika #nika writes #princess Parker

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