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shakingparadigm · 4 months ago
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i loved your take on ivan’s character.
if you have the time, i’d love to hear your analyses on all the other alien stage characters. i’m aware that there are some characters we still don’t have enough information on, but from what we know so far i’d still love to hear your interpretation of them.
you don’t have to post them all under this ask because i imagine that’s a lot to cover under one post lol, but whenever you’re able to gather your thoughts maybe you can post an analysis for each character individually? or alternatively you can do an analysis for each pairing since the characters are heavily intertwined with their respective partner’s. whatever is convenient for you.
Thank you! I'm so glad that you enjoyed it. It means a lot to me.
I'll try my best to gather my thoughts on the other characters (though I'm not sure when, it might take a while) eventually! I already have some posts that expand on my thoughts about certain aspects of them, and those ideas will probably be echoed in the individual posts as well.
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sungbeam · 1 year ago
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Hello!
Firstly I wan’t to apologize for the spam once again 😭 but I wanted to show you how much your writing means to me and to all of deobiblr since I see that you’ve been struggling with reblogs :(
I just want you to know that it’s not your fault, nor is it your writing. While I was going through the LIU ML I did notice that there was quite a huge difference in reblogs and interactions but please don’t think that it’s because of your writing! Tbh it can be a multiple of factors such as people only reading fics for certain members (even though they’re missing out on amazing stories but wtv-), ghost readers, people forgetting to reblog the second part (cough cough), shyness ig??, not realizing it was a part of a series, they’re no longer active to complete reading the series, they want to wait fir the series to end before reading it all in one go, or because they simply don’t know that reblogs weigh more than likes on tumblr :(
So…. Yeah! I just wanted to reassure you that all your fics hold such a dear place in my heart and I never want you to forget how much joy you, your fics, and your writing bring to people! Including me haha
I’m also wishing that my reblogs helped at least a little with getting more exposure to the LIU series and provide you with a little comfort that people are still reading and appreciating! Sorry, I feel like I keep repeating myself haha ^^;
Oh! And I’ve also read all your replies and thank you! Ily too 😭🫶 I wish my reactions were a little fresher but I kept up with the series since the beginning basically and I haven’t re-read them (YET!) so my reactions might be a little dull or repetitive/doesn’t bring anything new to the table but thank you for taking your time to read through all of them!
I’m a bit of a blog lurker sometimes so tbh I just read whatever was posted/asked LMAOOOO so I can’t remember exactly where I get some info from but I do know that it was said at one point 😭
Ok sorry that I keep trailing on but thank you once again for taking your time to read this and all my other reblogs and I only wish you the absolute best! Good vibes, lots of love, showers with kisses and roses for you forever! 😚
(P.s. you can decide if you want to answer this publicly or like… subtweet me or smth idk 😭 I was just a lil too shy to be all up in your dms HAHA ok bye fr now muah)
omg user floatingpluto ur so precious 🫂 PLS don't apologize for the reblog spam, i literally had the absolute time of my life both reading thru ur tags AND replying to them (´Д⊂ヽ sometimes idek what to say in response to reblogs bc i feel like i get repetitive even tho i just wanna express my appreciation :')) but it was really fun replying to urs !!!
ahhhh the trouble w reblogs 😔🤧 i fear it's a struggle for everyone nowadays, and i feel a little silly being such a child abt them when ik i prob get a little more interaction than some others :') but thank u for being so kind and considerate abt it!! no matter what, ur reblogs did help me in more ways than one and i appreciate that so, so much. also w the less interactions bit, i def understand that things r going on in people's lives other than fanfic, which is what i keep trying to remind myself of when i do have those really low days of interaction </3 ig my insecurity is just glaringly obvious nowadays 🤡😭
ALSO no worries abt whether or not u bring something "new" to the table in ur replies TT i personally thought they were quite fun and unique!! take ur time w the rereads, and don't feel like u have to just cuz u told me u were gonna !! 😋
much love and hugs!!! 💖💖
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servin-up-surveys · 1 year ago
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survey #178
What was the last big change through which you went? Do you deal well with change, typically? Have you always? The very obvious answer is how much my legs have improved. Walking is usually more uncomfortable than fucking agony nowadays, and after being so used to the extreme weakness in my legs, I've come leaps and bounds. Change can still stress me out, but I've definitely gotten friendlier towards it.
What is something fun you have done within the past week? I watched Girt finish Nier; it's his all-time favorite game so I loved watching him be all enthusiastic about it and share interesting stuff. I'd actually already seen him play it once, MANY years ago, but I completely didn't remember the plot (he finished the game when I was so done and VERY much barely conscious lol), and this time he played the "Replicant" remake, so the quality of everything was improved. I thought it was great, its soundtrack is especially astounding.
Have you ever read any self-help books? Nah, I'm not nearly interested enough in the genre to get past a couple pages.
Do you thank the bus driver? Yes, you should thank any person that serves the public; bus drivers, waiters, everything. That's just common sense to me, like it's so rude to not show appreciation for someone serving YOUR needs. "But it's their job to ____," I don't give a fuck say thank you you ungrateful shit.
Are you scared of needles? Only very long needles that penetrate very deeply.
Do you know anyone who is/was a drug addict? Yes.
Do you tend to cave into peer pressure? No.
Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? Yes.
Who was the last person you went to the movies with? Girt. I'm TRYING to talk him into seeing Barbie now lmfao, I don't think it's happening though. It kinda surprised me how unwilling he is, and I do kiiiinda worry he's fallen into the "it shits on men too hard" crowd, but I don't know.
Do you ever fear falling asleep? Well yes, for some reason no doctor has been able to confidently figure out, I have severe nightmares/terrors nearly any time I fall asleep. This has been going on for years though so by THIS point it's not so much fear, but annoyance.
What do you think is the youngest age someone should lose their virginity? I'd personally be very nervous if I knew my kid was having sex before 16, but I'm completely aware that it's not very realistic; teens developing a genuine libido is gonna happen and they're gonna do what teens do. I feel like this would, for the most part, vary with the person and their level of maturity and self-discipline, but what do I know.
Do you believe in abstaining from sex until marriage? That's a personal choice that isn't mine to make for anyone but me, HOWEVER I do see how waiting until you're legally bound to see how sexually compatible you are may not be a great idea. That's very important to some people so you should know this before you get married, in my own personal opinion.
What is your sexual orientation? Pansexual.
What is something you have acquired with age? TOLERANCE, open-mindedness, the ability to see what's right and wrong is almost never black and white and those also aren't the same thing for every single person, and that's okay. I've definitely learned to see that the world isn't experienced only through my own eyes and my moral compass.
Do you enjoy history? I really don't, I do believe it's important to know history to be aware of what's been tried and failed + why, but I'm just not interested, man. I also was so bad at dates and names and I just found it all boring.
Have you ever changed religions? Haha three times I guess; OG was Roman Catholic just because I was raised that way from birth, but it quickly turned to Christianity, in my earlier 20s I felt the most connection to Neo-Paganism, now I'm an agnostic/atheist of sorts. Got very high doubts that's ever changing.
Have you ever lied about your gender? Nah.
Have you ever designed your own Facebook timeline cover? I've EDITED pictures for that purpose, but I've never like, made some sort of collage or anything for this purpose.
What is one site that closed down that you wish would come back? Give me back my kabam.com Dragons of Atlantis game please I want it back the app is not the same
Are you a fan of the Saw movies? I've never really watched them, honestly, and I'm not very interested just because of the SHEER level of "you don't want to picture this" the traps are. It's not the gore that gets me, I just don't want to imagine going through that stuff; physically seeing it in movie form is anxiety-inducing.
Do you ever forget how old your siblings are? Only my half-siblings; I have none of their ages memorized. It's not that I care less because they're "just half," instead it's that they're not regulars in my life, like I see them once every good few years for a few days at most.
Who last talked about kissing you? Girt, I'm sure.
Did you speak to your father today? No, I haven't for a while. And I'm sure I won't until my nephew's birthday party on the 19th.
Would you ever get gauged ears? The first holes in my earlobes are; they're only 4mm and I don't plan on going any larger because one ear in particular will almost certainly tear if I push it any further.
Do you believe in moving in together before engagement or marriage? That's MY preference, like I definitely think it's wise to see how you exist in the same home before you tie the knot.
Did you ever give a hickey to the last person you kissed or you guys didn’t go that far? Yes.
List five of your favorite YouTubers. Markiplier (I don't really watch his content anymore but he as a person I still adore), GameGrumps, Rhett & Link (I haven't watched their stuff in many years now, but like Mark, I still adore them as individuals), John Wolfe, and Snake Discovery are all up there, but I definitely love more than five.
What pet names do you use with your significant other? All the usual ones I can think of, some far more than others.
Who is your best online friend? Mazzy and Tez aren't just my best online friends, they're my closest friends out of anyone if you're not counting my boyfriend and mother.
Who knows more about you: online friends or offline? HAHAHAHA ONLINE, I have ALWAYS been WAY more open about myself online, especially in terms of hobbies and interests and artistic stuff I do.
What’s something you find unconventionally romantic? Someone teaching you about something they're passionate about. Like how sweet is it that they wanna share that joy with you. YES you can overdo this and be overbearing about it, but in willing doses, I think this is very cute to share your passions.
List 3-10 things in nature you find amazing. Sentient existence itself (hell, even non-aware organisms are fucking fascinating), outer space, evolution, life and death and how it goes back into life in an everlasting cycle, mountains and volcanoes, canyons where you can see time right in front of your face in the layers of rock, fossils, really clear water, love and affection being exhibited beyond just the human species, and the deep ocean. I could go on for a LONG time, nature is endlessly fascinating.
What is one song that you've been listening to on repeat lately? "Platz Eins" by Lindemann is one.
Do you enjoy creative writing? Yes, very much.
Do you sleep with just a sheet in summer when it's hot? No, I change out blankets. Thicker comforter in the cold months, a thin blanket when it's hot.
Do you get bursts of creative energy or is it more consistent? I feel like I definitely have this baseline creativity going on, like I get especially artistic ideas so regularly (I have ongoing lists of a variety of art-based projects I wanna get to some day), however I absolutely do have bursts of increased creative drive. I fucking love those.
Have you ever been chased by a dog? Not by one that had any intention of hurting me; just pets chasing while playing.
Is your voice high, low, or somewhere in the middle? It's definitely lower than your average woman's.
What's the next friend or family birthday coming up? Will you buy them a present? Mom's is the 5th. And no, I have literally no source of income so I physically can't even buy her a candy bar or some shit, and it's fucking embarrassing and honestly agonizing to be That Person who goes into her bday empty-handed. I could write or draw something, but I haven't been able to think of what yet...
What was the last book you read? I'm currently reading Wings of Fire: Darkness of Dragons by Tui T. Sutherland. I've gotten into the habit of reading before bed and I'm enjoying it.
What are your plans for tomorrow? Nothing.
Is there a gang problem in your area? Not in my very specific area, but this city absolutely does, no one likes this place.
Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn't busy? I don't even go to Starbucks.
Would you date an already attached person? Hell no. In MY romantic relationships, you're picking me or them, and there's no in-between.
When you marry, will you wear white? I doubt it, I think I'm probably gonna wear black. But white is still possible.
Is there anything significant happening this month? Mom's and Ryder's birthdays, and I know Ryder will have a party. This weekend I'm going to Girt's sister's new place for the first time; I know that's not really "significant," but dude, anything that breaks my daily routine is worthwhile to mention in my world lol.
What are your grandfathers’ names? I only remember my mom's dad's name, which was William.
Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Living to 27 and not seeing a single snake, at least here, would be extremely odd. Yeah, I've seen plenty, I have a pet snake in my own house.
Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? Oh yikes, not that I know of.
Can you ever hear dogs barking from your house? Does it annoy you? Yes, and admittedly yeah, it does. Our next-door neighbor particularly has a big dog named Kira, and she is CONSTANTLY barking, and she's not an indoor dog (she's behind a proper fence, calm down), so you certainly hear her. It doesn't annoy me to the point I'm gonna go bitch about it, but dogs barking is a noise I just do not like.
What's your main reason for booking taxis? I've never been in a legit taxi; they're not really a thing around here. I've taken an Uber with my mother literally once in my entire life, because of car problems.
When was the last time you saw your partner (or your best friend)? He was here yesterday; we finished Silent Hill 2 finally and that was fun, I was glad he liked it. It was nice, the last visit we played his favorite game of all time, and this time we closed off mine.
How did you sleep last night? Surprisingly very good.
Do you like candy corn? No, it's disgusting to me.
Are you bored right now? Yes; my anhedonia has been VERY severe the past few weeks. We're in the process of adjusting meds because I'm pretty sure I've reached the point of developing an immunity to something. It's happened with my psych meds many times before, so I expected it to happen again.
Do your grandparents speak English as a first language? Yeah, to my knowledge they all only spoke English.
Do you remember to turn lights off in the rooms you're not actively using? Yes, when you live in a family that actually has to worry about their bills you learn this shit quick lmfao.
Do you have many snacks in your house right now? No, Mom and I avoid that because we're very "out of sight, out of mind" with food, and if unhealthy shit is here, we're gonna eat it. It's just healthier for us to not have stuff available to us.
Do you keep alcohol in your house? Not regularly, no. I uh, think. Maybe Mom has alcohol somewhere, but I doubt it; both of us only drink usually for holidays, and never a lot.
Did you have a bunk bed when you were a kid? Yes, for me and my younger sister. I started off in the top bunk, but in my pre-teen years before Ashley moved out and I got her room, I preferred the bottom bunk.
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ofpineapplesanddawns · 3 years ago
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Dear John, may I ask for a Vardy AU snippet? 🖤
Okay!
Here's a little thing based on the drabble I wrote the other day where Beth accidentally found out Hardy's a vampire, haha.
On with the fic!
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"I don't know about this, Lucian..." Hardy mumbled quietly, knowing the lycan could hear him. They were walking over to the Miller house, where he knew Beth would be. Miller had set this up, to get Hardy to explain to her what she had seen the other day.
"It's best that you speak with Beth about this. From what I can tell, she still hasn't said a single word to anyone. According to Ellie, she is pretty good at keeping herself in check, until something finally pushes her just a little over the edge."
Hardy didn't like that, he feared what she would say.
It's not that he didn't trust Beth, he knew her to be a good person, had over the years, but still, there was always the present fear that someone would say something. He had this same fear with Miller, and with Tess, but neither had ever revealed the truth.
Of course, Lucian was someone from his world too, and he knew better than to reveal Hardy's condition, it'd be like revealing himself.
They got to the door and Hardy didn't even bother knocking, just walked right in. Miller had left the door unlocked, telling him to just come to the backyard when he arrived. They found Miller and Beth out on the patio, with Fred and Lizzie running about the yard.
The children stopped, staring right at Hardy, before both of them happily started chanting 'bat, bat, bat!' at him.
"Fred decided to tell his friend all about you." Miller explained with an exasperated sigh.
"I figured." Hardy replied, looking down at the children who had rushed up to him, both looking excited. "Now, now, we can see the bat in a bit. I need to speak with your mums first, okay? Would you rather see a wolf instead?"
Lucian shot Hardy a look and he shrugged in response. The lycan sighed, picking up both of the kids, who seemed much more excited to see a wolf. "I'm not going to full transform for them, but I can show them the eyes and teeth, kids don't seem to be quite as frightened of those as adults."
"Sounds good, and thank you." Hardy nodded, moving to sit at the table on the patio as Lucian took the toddlers inside, quietly talking to them. The door closed, but Hardy still heard excited babbling from the children through the glass.
He turned to the two other people at the table, Miller was calm as all get out, but poor Beth was looking at him like he would do something scary. Which, granted, normal people who thought of him as just an uptight bastard looked at him like that all the time, but this was slightly different.
She knew of his condition.
"Umm... you said... wolf?" Beth asked, swallowing.
Hardy sighed. "Lucian is in a similar way as myself. Though more on the werewolf side of mythology than vampire."
She looked towards the house and the detective shook his head. "Lucian is very good with children, he has a soft spot for them. He's also very protective, I'd be more worried for the person who would dare try to hurt them than for the children themselves."
She seemed to relax just a tiny bit.
"Are you really a vampire?" Beth blurted out. "I mean... they're not real! Just characters in stories, and movies! It's impossible!"
"I thought so too, until I was bitten." He tugged at his shirt collar, turning his head just enough for her to see the two scars on his neck. Two, small reminders that he was living a fake life nowadays. Miller pushed a glass towards him, lemonade, and he dropped a pill into it, letting it dissolve before he could drink it.
"Shit..." Beth said under his breath, looking at his neck. "But... how? I mean, you have to understand that this is insane, right?"
"Course I know that." Hardy scoffed. "I've been trying to deny it for years, but it's hard to when your body craves blood and fights against you until you get it. And no, I don't drink from people, it makes me very uncomfortable. I get stuff from butcher shops or hospitals."
"Or your boyfriend." Miller said before loudly sipping from her own glass.
Hardy shot her a look before looking back at Beth. "Or from Lucian, yes, but he heals just fine right after I drink from him. Never enough to drain, just enough to sate the hunger that comes up from time to time."
"Or all the time, if you actually bothered to drink the blood, idiot."
"Alright, that's enough from the peanut gallery." Hardy rolled his eyes. "What do you want to know, Beth? I'll try to explain everything to the best of my ability, but there's a lot to cover."
Beth drummed her fingers on the table, trying to figure out what she wanted to ask first. "Alright... those recent murders, did those have to do with any of this?"
Fuck, a hard one, alright.
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The door to the house opened and Lucian came out, quietly closing it behind him. He turned to the three that were looking at him before taking an empty seat. "They both are sleeping now, wore themselves out trying to chase me around the house. Insisted that I was a 'puppy' once I told them I was a lycan."
"Well, they are toddlers, they're not going to understand the concept of a lycan." Hardy sniffed. "Much less a vampire, Fred still thinks I can just turn into a bat."
Lucian nodded. "I'm guessing you've discussed things?" He asked, probably wondering if him calling himself a lycan was a mistake or not.
"She knows enough."
"It's... a lot." Beth sighed. "Too much, but I think I've got an idea about things. It does explain a lot, if I can be honest."
"It does?" Hardy asked.
"You don't exactly come off as normal, Hardy. I don't think you even really try."
Miller laughed at this and Hardy made a face. "After doing this for several decades, you tend to get fed up with trying to keep up appearances. Hell, I've been using my real name for two decades now, I'm pretty much tired of constantly pretending. I just won't say anything out loud, that's just stupid."
"So, you're just going to keep quiet still? No one else is allowed to know?"
"Impossible, people will find out, you and Miller did. But at the very least, we should just keep this between us. I don't want people here panicking over a vampire in their town, though most won't believe it."
Maybe that might be best, if anyone here learns or hears anything, they probably won't believe it. It seemed impossible, and just an insult to call him, after all, he had been told a number of times he looked like he slept in a crypt.
Beth nodded. "I'll keep quiet, I doubt anyone would believe me even if I accidentally said something. I'm sure Mark and Chloe would just think I'm making fun of you."
"Yeah, I think you're safe, sir." Miller smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
Hardy nodded, feeling slightly better about this. Still, he'd really rather no one knew, but... sometimes people just find out. Tess did, Miller, and now Beth.
Hopefully no one else learns, he couldn't deal with all that stress right now.
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I'm gonna go do what Hardy won't and take a nap.
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wowtobio · 4 years ago
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pls feed me with ur incredible writing. Iwa angst bc I haven't cried in a while lol.
Cheater! Iwaizumi x reader (angst)
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a/n: haha this made me laugh, ur too kind my writing is not that good so i cannot guarantee tears
It’s been awhile since I wrote my guy iwa and angst, hopefully this doesn’t turn out too bad eheh this is also sort of like an 800 followers special. Thank you all so much for following and reading my works, i cannot express it any other way :)
warning: angst, cursing, slight mentions
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You expected this to happen, as hard as it is to swallow the bitter truth that threatened to burn down your whole marriage. This man, what happened? The time he would sacrifice in order to spend just some time with you, only now consumed by his company forcing him to work overtime presumably. The words he spoke to you, full of meaning were now void of emotion and as cold and sharp as icicles hanging from the rooftop edge during winter nights. The love and adoration his eyes used to hold catered only for you.
Where did it go?  
Suddenly, the golden band adorned with emerald jewels did not shine as brightly as it used too. Though you kept yours on, it seems his own band was often absent. But you bit your lip, afraid to voice out queries that could end up in another pointless argument. 
The door shut hard, yet you do not jump from your seat like you used too. Keeping your blank eyes forward staring at the static of the television. No words, no welcomes were heard. 
The calming night breeze coming from an open window only served to add more coldness in the living room.
Recently, all the nagging you did would not serve you both justice. You were only worried for your husband, why did it seem like all he did was yell at you? A simple question concerning what was for dinner would always end up in heated words. 
“You can eat alone.” 
“But, I just wanted to eat dinner with you, I waited so lo-”
“And why should I care? Just leave me be I’m too tired to deal with you right now.”
But, you always seem like you don’t want to deal with me..
Soon, it all ceased to exist. Any conversation or fight in this matter, it all scurried away as fear of more spiteful words would dig deep into your chest and sting greatly. 
But tonight was different, you just missed him so much.
Standing slowly, you trudge behind him wordlessly wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his broad back. He stands frozen, you wish you could see his facial expression. Iwaizumi’s gaze is casted down at the arms enveloping him.
You guessed your arms were pretty skinny now, when was the last time you even had a proper meal? 
You tried to ignore the feminine, floral fragrance that lingered on his button up, a scent you know for sure you did not use. 
Minutes passed, what felt like hours. After Iwaizumi snapped out of his state, he easily shrugged you off and continued to your once shared bedroom. And all you could do was hold out your now empty arms and stare at his receding form.
No tears shed, you ran out of them awhile ago. However, that familiar aching pain still stirred deep within your gut.
Another night on the couch it seems.
When was the last time you were happy? Your friends voice concern for your well-being, the sparkle in your eyes now dulled to a mere dull light. Eventually you stopped hearing their distressed voices when you started to decline their offers of going out.
There was no point in forcing yourself to go anywhere anymore. It was more convenient to mask yourself as to not cause anymore worry.
But, this one night you decided to go out. Maybe it was to escape the realms that reminded you of your dying relationship. You texted Iwaizumi, it’s been awhile since you clicked on his contact. And of course, no response. Probably didn’t even glance at the notification. 
Whatever, you gulped down another shot, your step wobbled slightly. Things did not change, your friends held the same hidden worries for you. 
Was it a coincidence that his best friend was there? I mean he was quite the party animal nowadays. His casual, flirty tone ignored by you. Until you voiced heading home early, not wanting to keep your husband waiting. Oikawa’s eyes darkened, he knew something you didn’t. 
And that something was met with you when you quietly open the door to your shared apartment. The thumping of your heart was probably louder than the one heard from your shared bed. 
Suddenly, your surroundings were starting to blur in your vision. Was it the alcohol? Or have you finally lost it?
Hands shaking, you grasp the golden doorknob. Nothing to lose now, as you swung open the only barrier hiding the ugly truth. A shriek, a barely audible gasp and a sob. 
He didn’t even react, he didn’t scramble the way that busty bitch did when she made futile attempts to pick up her clothing and leave. He didn’t even look at your trembling form. 
After the woman hastily left your apartment, taking your dignity along with her. All you could do is silently stand there, hot tears streaming down your pale complexion. Hajime’s eyes, as always casted down at the sheets he committed great sin in. 
You make eye contact with him one last time. It was only a second, yet you saw it all. All the lies he hid, the hatred he held for you. He hid it so well, and you were a fool to not notice how obvious it was.
No more, you ran out of the apartment in the same fashion that woman he indulged with did. 
Days passed. Weeks as well. No apologies, no contact, no moments of crossings, nothing. This is what your marriage has come too. Months of drowning in tears and alcohol.  
The feeling of worthlessness, ugliness, everything negative consumed your being during this dark time. Your phone untouched, flooded with texts and calls from friends and family. But you didn't have the energy to respond back with empty lies. It didn’t matter, out all of those messages his name never popped up. 
How could he do this to you? How could he love you to the point of marriage only to ignore you til the downfall? How could he steal everything away from you like this? Your first kiss, your first time, your hand in marriage. And to just take that all away and leave you with absolutely nothing but heartache and painful thoughts. 
You pondered this, who knows how long you will continue too. And as you scroll down your social media feed for the first time in awhile, Oikawa’s constant post flooded your timeline, one particular caught your eye. A candid selfie of the pretty setter, your ex-husband and a girl clad in a white sundress and sun hat. The girl had perfect wavy, long brown hair that complimented her hazelnut eyes. A body of a goddess and a beautiful smile. Her delicate and dainty arms wrapped around the bicep of your ex-lover. 
Hajime’s face was caught off guard, yet overall he did not seem the least bit effected by the events that happened just months ago. 
It broke you, why was he happier now without you? Though he left you all alone to wallow in your own sadness and selfishness. 
You did not get it, and you never will. As you sobbed deeply into your arms on that cold night, the stars shone brightly into the room barely enveloping your quivering body, all you could ask yourself is where did it all go wrong?
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a/n: idk abt y’all but i think the most painful heartbreak is watching someone fall out of love with u. but once again thank you for reading my blogs you guys :’) i seriously cannot thank you enough 
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mystic-shadows42 · 4 years ago
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Enamored
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A/N: This may or may not be turned into a series. Yea or Nay?
Pairing: Ivar x reader
Warnings: Stalking, Teasing, Sexual references
Summary: Ivar is enamored with you. He goes where you go. He knows what you like. He wants to be the man that you deserve, but he puts up a strong front. Instead he teases you and makes you submit to him.
You knew he was following you. He can be quiet when he wants to be but your senses never let you down.
When you first found out Ivar would follow you everywhere, it surprised you. There was nothing special you did besides bustling about here and there. 
It was part of your duty as a thrall to serve him. Out of all the Lothbrok brothers, Ivar scared you. 
The fear would come from the way he speaks to others. He wasn’t nice to anyone but his mother. He was somewhat civil with his brothers.
There was never a good feeling you had when you’re near him. Your stomach would turn. 
You brushed off his actions figuring he was bored but would grow tired of following you. 
Boy were you wrong. 
This went on for months, so much that you were starting to lose count.
He never once spoke about it and neither did you. He had a temper that you didn’t want to test.
You can feel his eyes on you wherever you go and do. He never strayed too far but enough not to be obvious.
You placed your belongings on the table in the great hall preparing the table for dinner. 
Once you were done and everything was in place, Ivar was the first to arrive. He sat in his seat with his eyes trained on you.
His stare was intense. Whatever he did you promised yourself not to look at him. Even if you were afraid, you needed answers. Some sort of resolution as to why he’s been following you.
You decided to finally question him. Even if it meant stepping out of line. You needed to know where this little attraction of his came from.
“Were you following me today?” You asked in a low tone to not sound demanding.
“Me? No. There are other women vying for my attention. If you must know.”
You hummed in response. 
“It’s rude of you not to look at me when speaking.”
When you met his eyes his usual smirk was gone. He raised an eyebrow at you when you didn’t say anything else. He licked his lips and leaned forward in his seat clasping his hands together.
“You think I’m a liar?” 
“No, it was stupid of me to bring it up.” You tried to dismiss the subject immediately. You quickly regretted saying anything at all.
“Yeah, it was stupid of you.”
You looked away from him and started placing the food on the table. Ivar grabbed ahold of your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you towards him. You dropped a bowl of food on the floor in the process.
“Ivar you’re hurting me.” When he continued to tighten his hold over you that’s when you clawed at his hand. “Ivar please,” you pleaded in a desperate tone. 
Hurting Ivar or even touching him could lead you to even more trouble if he chooses. Right now you just wanted to be away from him. You didn’t want to end up like the child he killed when he was a kid. 
That story had circulated among the thralls since the day Aslaug purchased you from the slave trader.
“Let her go, Ivar.”
At the sound of Ubbe, Ivar let go. You held your sore wrist nursing the bruises that were bound to form.
Aslaug and her other boys entered as well.
“Don’t hurt the thrall Ivar. There aren’t as many good thralls nowadays.”
“I was just messing with her mother,” Ivar remarked in a condescending tone.
“No, you were scaring her. I don’t know where this fascination of yours came from?”
“If this was a fascination I would do a lot more than that.” Ivar took a sip of his drink with his eyes on you. His look sent shivers down your spine.
Ivar wasn’t one to be messed with. You finished setting up then picked up the mess on the floor.
They began talking amongst themselves. Ivar and Sigurd were bickering with each other as usual. Hvitserk talked of his latest conquests. Ubbe was quiet but would churp in now and then.
Once you were finally dismissed by Aslaug, Ivar grabbed a hold of your waist and sat you down on his lap.
“Mother, this is my form of entertainment. You can’t dismiss her so quickly.”
You squirmed on his lap not knowing whether to obey him or immediately leave. Aslaug did nothing to help you as she began eating.
“I want you to feed me.”
“You can feed yourself or are you incapable of that as well as your legs,” Sigurd remarked.
Ivar’s hand tightened around you making you wince.
“I don’t know with a beauty like that, I’d want her to feed me too,” Hvitserk said while chewing his food.
Ubbe rolled his eyes at his brothers then looked at you.
“You can go.”
It was a relief to hear that. You tried standing only for Ivar to hold you down.
“No no, she’s not going anywhere.”
“She doesn’t want to be here.”
“She’s a slave what does her opinion matter?”
“She’s a servant. A person like you and me.”
“Not like us.”
“If you want to impress her Ivar. This is not the way to do so.”
Ivar’s hold on you loosened enough for you to stand.
“You can go.” His face was impassive while he looked at his brother. You quickly left making yourself scarce for the rest of the day.
After that whole incident, you retired to the thralls cabin where you prepared yourself a hot bath. One that many of you hardly got anymore.
You got out of your dress and dropped it to your feet. The other thralls had their buckets as well and were cleaning themselves.
You put your hair up then settled in the large bucket. You began sponging yourself down reveling in the hot steamy bath that was relaxing your body.
You closed your eyes and settled yourself in the water. It was peaceful until one of the other thralls put her hand on your shoulder.
“Ivar’s watching you from outside.”
That immediately caught your attention. You opened your eyes wide, startled by the news.
“Don’t get scared. Who knows what he’ll do.” Even though you were freaking out you tried to hold it together in order to keep Ivar away.
The other thralls surrounded you and helped you put your clothes back on. One thing about being a thrall was being familiar with many of the women of all ages. It was a sisterhood.
You all heard a bang against the cabin and jumped up at the sound. The ominous sound of Ivar’s crutch against the wood was startling as he crept closer to the door.
Everyone tensed up.
Ivar opened the door letting it bang against the wall.
“Everybody out.”
Everybody started to hurry outside to steer clear of Ivar’s punishment. You tried to take cover behind the others but Ivar had already spotted you. He grabbed your arm and brought you forth in front of him.
The other ladies stood by the door waiting for you. They had worried looks on their faces.
“I’ll take care of her ladies. Now go.” 
They gave you a remorseful look but left to avoid Ivar’s wraith.
“Take the dress off.”
Your hands started to shake when he said that. You couldn’t disobey him for what he could possibly do to you. By fault, he was your master.
You held your breath and dropped your dress to the floor. Ivar gasped at the sight of you. His eyes were wide and bright as he looked over your body.
It brought you shame to have to do this. You crossed your arms over yourself. Ivar approached slowly. He circled you about three times.
He kissed the back of your shoulder making you shudder.
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever seen naked. Be proud of yourself. Your body is beautiful.”
Ivar walked out once he had his fun. 
You let out a deep breath you had been holding. He didn’t touch you and for that you were thankful.
Though next time you didn’t know what he’d do.
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udon-udon · 3 years ago
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So for the past few years I’m not really in any community or anything so I’m just really out of the loop and kinda just floating around which can feel a lil lonely cause it feels like I don’t belong anywhere or anything, and if feels really empty cause I’m not passionate about anything with people I know. I’ve made quite a bit more artists friends the past few years as well but it never went anywhere beyond that first few interactions in the group chat/I only interacted in a group chat (that are now all dead) I feel like I’m not acknowledged by other artists around me and/or I’m not good enough. I don’t draw a lot of fan art either so that plays a huge factor in getting noticed or joining a community :/ i also feel like because of this, ive been becoming/feeling more distant with existing art friends and haha seeing them become better friends with others makes me think that I’m getting abandoned :’) or this irrational fear that they hate me because of something i said or did that i didn’t know hurt them or something. I feel like I’ve also closed myself off more and more because of this, u know where you distant yourself so you don’t get hurt when they do leave thanks abandonment issues and then in the end I end up all alone, which I’ve come to brainwash myself saying “I’ll be fine alone, I’ll get used to it” but even if I do, I can’t help but feel envious when I see artists friends on Twitter tagging each other in art memes, replying to their art posts, etc etc. I get over it in the end cause I know that in the end it’s really all my fault for not trying to become close to other artists. You can argue and say “but udon, just get into a fandom then and start there” but I just can’t, It’s hard for me to get obsessed over things/get into things compared to when I was younger. Nothing strikes an interest in me anymore and even if it does, it’s not too deep or deep enough where I’d want to draw fan art (no:ze being an exception cause I’ve been really obsessed with her lately, but she’s not art/anime related). I started playing genshin but I already grew bored of it kinda after a week. I mean I’d still go on and do commissions even though I’m barely into the Liyue story line so I actually have a ton of content, but I’m simply not…. too interested. Also school needs me to worry about assignments so I gotta prioritize (which I still fail at) but god that goes to show how short my attention span is for liking things nowadays it’s kinda sad. Speaking of school, there’s just so many things to think about on top of these sadass feelings, it’s a lot. It leaves me no time to draw much lately, and I only manage to draw if I decide to prioritize art over school work, which makes me more stressed in the end cause I’ll have no time to work on them. I think I was able to distract myself from these feelings during the summer cause I kept myself preoccupied with making my VN, so I focused all my energy there cause I love making my VNs, forgetting all about my Sadness and Not Belonging-ness, but now that I’m done making it, I have more time to not be happy/not be able to do things I like. Also all this is probably my pre-period PMS talking as we all know, but I can’t deny that Ive still been feeling like this for the past few years. All I ever wanted was a close knit art friend group that I’m able to have fun with and chill with, and be acknowledged, and loved and wanted. I’ve had a few groups before, but they always end up becoming a ghost town or two of them getting into a fight and end up splitting up. Anyway, that is all I wanted to dump here to get it out. I know it’s still a problem that ultimately it’s up to me to fix for myself but idk when I’ll be able to fix it. Can’t it just miraculously happen one day pls. Notice me senpais (even on a serious post I still end up joking at the end to brush it off and not make things too depressed sounding which undoubtedly that is what I am. Which I’ve come to terms with and accepted that even though there are people out there doing a lot more worse than I am, my own depression isn’t something I should invalidate. But it’s still a work in progress. I need to start looking for a therapist highkey.
TLDR:
- udon feels like she doesn’t belong anywhere in the art community -she can’t get interested in things like fandoms anymore -shes distancing herself with her existing art friends cause she feels like they’re leaving her and basically just wants something she doesn’t have aka a tight knit artist friend group that won’t become a ghost town. -udon just wants to be noticed by other artists. -Udon can’t make long term close art friends. -Udon acknowledges her depression
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selenitawars · 4 years ago
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Pressentimento
Never Be The Same - Part 7.
Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.
Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.
Word Count: 2332.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Yes, I’m back after over a year and a half. I know I’m a dumbass for making y’all wait for so long, but, honestly, I want this to be a fun writing, so I try not to pressure myself. Won’t make promises. Either way, always love to know your opinions. Hope  you enjoy this comeback haha!
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Pressentimento masculine noun 1. act of feeling in advance, more through emotion than reason, the occurrence of a future fact; suspicion. "I have a p. that this will not work" 2. knowledge of what will happen, obtained by intuition; forecast, hunch, omen.
You still hadn't explained everything to your father nor your uncle. Cas remembered one of the episodes that occurred with you when you were younger, around ten or so. It was hard for you. Every time you tried to explain yourself, things were hard to explain. All the time, something blocked you from exposing the fear inside you, the fear of letting things out.
The way their "new" memories came to them didn't help. It was so unpredictable. Cas remembered you praying first and then, mixed memories, tiny ones, which made him assume a lot about you already; and worry as well. Dean remembered more, like the time Sam was soulless and you lived with him for months, you concluded he was remembering things by the impact they had in his life. As for Sam, well, apparently things were coming more chronologically for him, but a little late, since he also had a lot of Camila to remember.
You tried to think how to talk to them about your crisis. The big ones. It was so complicated. When it started happening, you had your godmother to help with calming down and understanding how sensible you were; but even Vanessa had to talk with the Winchesters to fully understand what made you so much stronger and sensitive. Anyway, she wouldn't help you now that she was in the list of people to whom you never existed.
Oh, and your mother...
Looking at pictures of her nowadays became an addiction. You couldn't sleep before searching a little more about her, not that you've been having much sleep or any of this helped. You wish so bad you could talk to her. And now that Sam told ya you reminded him so much of Camila, you really studied her, trying to find the resemblance.
How would you tell them there's more? More of you to worry. You wanted to wait for a time when the memories hangovers weren't so heavy on them. They were all trying to act normal, but it was obvious - you've never been at home for this long, they were never so quiet. Dean wasn't even drinking, to make sure he wouldn't be more confused.
You were lying down on your bed, trying to ease the headache. It was normal to have a day just to be tired, but after the all day just resting you still got a headache by night. Went to get a pill to make it better and when you swallow it, you realize something.
"I don't exist." You whisper to yourself.
For the first time in that day, you felt useful. Even with the headache, you got in front of the computer and started to do your thing. For some reason you got happy when you confirmed your theory.
"I was never born."
"You gotta stop thinking about that." Dean warned you.
"No, I mean... I don't exist."
The three men stared at you with confusion, you repeated.
"I don't exist."
Still nothing. The room was filled with silence while you hoped for the clicking in their minds. It never came. You sighed.
"I never existed! Never did anything!"
Sam looked at you like he was starting to worry, while holding a bowl with cereal. Just like Dean, who chewed his, probably thinking you've gone crazy.
"I don't understand why you're so excited saying it." Cas finally said.
"Isn't it obvious?" They once more, didn't react. "There are no records of me, at all. Nobody knows about me. I only left the bunker once."
"What's your point?" Dean asked.
"We should keep it that way."
"What? Why?" The brothers said together.
"Well, if nobody knows I'm here, we're in advantage. It's always good to have a secret backup, right?"
"Like... as a surprise element?" Castiel suggested, you nodded. "Y/N, you don't truly expect us to treat you like a secret weapon..."
"Hell no." Dean agreed.
"It's not like it."
"Well, I don't see your point." You father stated. "I know this seems messed up, but, we can fix it. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried, I'm thinking!" You made them quiet. "C'mon, think with me: I barely left the bunker, how could anyone know about me?"
"We know about you." Dean answered.
"But you've seen me. And your memories, are just yours, this doesn't mean the world knows about me."
"Ok, but you'll need to use an ID sometime. Or will you live forever here, inside the bunker?"
"Dean, you should know it's easier to make a fake ID look real if there isn't a real one to prove the fake one as fake."
Sam took a deep breath.
"Ok, so we leave it as it is. How much long do you think it would last?"
"Not much, I know. But at least, for a while it could be useful."
"I don't see how, Y/N. I'm not using you as my secret-spy-soldier or whatever."
"Sam is right. It's not worth it."
"Castiel?" You looked at him, only to find the agreeing look. You looked down.
"Look, how can you be sure nobody else remembers you?" The angel tried to clear your mind.
"For most people I know, I never happened. And the others, will probably only remember me when they see me, if they do. Until then..."
"That's not right." Sam interrupted. "I had this feeling about you, before we arrived on that day; like I left something behind, but I couldn't remember why."
"So did I."
"I got one your prayers for not getting news from us." You stood there, silent.
"That's it? A feeling you forgot something?!" You left for your bedroom, a little ofended they didn't listen to you. Your idea was good, logical. You genuinely thought they would see it as a good thing out of all this.
Reflecting on it, you finally notice: you may not know your family as well as before. At first it sounds crazy, but this is all crazy, ain't it? And after doing their exercise for a couple hours, thinking about your childhood, the events that crossed it and when it all began, you got yourself some questions.
You fell asleep while still thinking, trying to find logic somewhere and always getting to the same point, a lost point. Somehow while sleeping, you had no dreams, didn't wake up once; not even the fact that you were with a jacket bothered you.
"Hey, man. You good?" Dean noticed Sam squeeze his eyes.
"Yep. Just those flashbacks. I hate to have them by day, but I can't sleep no longer."
"Like a constant hangover, thank God it's not a heavy one." Sam did not answer. "Sam?"
"Right..." Sam stared at the floor, seeing stuff in his mind. He blinked multiple times after a little.
"You all right? You seem shocked. What did you remember?"
"It's just... Y/N's suggestion."
"Dude, that was today."
"Very funny!" Dean smiled a little to ease his brother. "It got me thinking. Why would she want that?"
"Honestly," Castiel entered suddenly. "I think she is trying to get something good out of this."
"Good? I see her point, but..."
"Not good." Cas interrupted, correcting himself. "Useful, at least."
"It's not as useful as she thinks." Dean says as if it's obvious.
"It's the only thing she has to offer." Castiel putted it in a weird way, but made sense. They silented for an instant. "Still, how does that has to do with your flashback, Sam?"
"I thought that maybe I should listen to her. Maybe there was a point."
"You, Sammy, considered the possibility of being saved by her?"
"Obviously not. I wondered: what if her non-existence helped her get away from this craziness. Like, she could get to any school if we put some effort."
"You concluded it fast." Cas commented.
"Well, yeah. Then I... questioned." Sam felt the gazes at him. "How did she get dragged into hunting in the first place? Why did I not stop it? And one more thing popped up: why did I leave college?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Dean couldn't understand his brother.
"Dean, if it wasn't for my anger towards Jessica's death, who knows..." He explained. "So why I left Stanford, making Camila stay behind and after weeks drop out too?"
Castiel took a seat.
"Why did you?"
Sam opened the door, showly. You were in your bed, far from his atmosphere, enjoying a rest you needed. He passed the door carefully, took a look at your room and turned the lights off. Ever since that hunt days ago, when he saw you sleep at the motel bed while he was reading about the case, the day he woke up before you and as you slept in the car coming back home, Sam felt peace as he watched you.
It was the moment he could breath easily and a little relaxed. You were resting, next to him, nothing could hurt you in your sleep. There, you were safe and wasn't leaving soon. So he couldn't help watch you once more; just stood by the door for a couple seconds, smiled at the taught of you having a break from this madness for some hours. Grabbed the door and heard your move, turning to check if he had woken ya.
"Sorry."
"Don't be." Your voice sounded lazy. "I have a light sleep."
"So do I." You nodded. You knew it. He regrets commenting it.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"No, tell me." He understood you couldn't sleep anymore.
"You don't want to talk now."
"It's about earlier, I know." You said while rubbing your eyes. "Just spit it." He gave in and sat in your chair.
"Why do you wanna do it?"
"Why don't you?"
"Why would I?"
"You've always wanted this." He gulped.
"What? No!"
"You never wanted me to be in risk, you hated the fact I made you all vulnerable, now nobody knows I'm here. I know this isn't permanent and things can change, but for now, you could finally be at peace. Nobody knows me, none of you have to worry."
Samuel digested everything you said and got his answer prepared fastly enough.
"For a long time I asked myself if Jessica never died, would I be here? And you know, as things turned out to be, as I found out more and more throughout the years I got the answer." He paused. "I would. Because if it wasn't Jess, it would be Dean or dad, or a friend."
"What do you mean?"
"I left college for revenge." You got surprised. "It wasn't Jess. Not anymore." That sounded weird. "I made a choice and I know now that somehow, at some point, no matter how many times... I would make that choice again. As soon as somebody I care about got in danger. So I left college. For you."
Sam got back from his first hunt after two years. Camila was waiting. They talked and she was serious when she told him to call Dean. Leave as soon as he could. She said she had a bad feeling, he had to find his father. Was something repentine, fast and clear - the fear in her voice stopped Sam from questioning.
"The way she talked to me... her eyes, getting sudden tears. At first I tried to calm her, jokes on me, I blamed her hormones. Camila proved me wrong. I knew she had that sometimes, like with tests or bad decisions, maybe something simple like knowing staying in was better than going to a party. She was always right. If not totally right, fast enough to avoid regret." He looked down as her voice came to his head and repeated her words. "'This is your family we're talking about, Samuel! Your child's grandfather.' She screamed. I was scared." You two laughed a little. "She begged. Aggressively. But, I didn't leave because she did."
"Why then?"
"I called Dean to get back there and pick me up because once we talked, I got that bad feeling too. And was suddenly afraid. Afraid something would happen to either of you." You stayed silent. "I hoped things would be more simple, soon I'd be back and things would go back to normal. You would be born and grow up, normal. We would be a family..."
"Please, don't say normal." He smiled.
"Your mother's bad feeling... I don't know what is was about exactly. She got scared too in that moment and it was the only time I saw her that scared. But I know that mine became true. Only, it was even worse. There was no blame. Of all things that happened in those months, how worried I was with my father, you, Camila and even Dean... The hunts, the confusion and overwhelming information all at once. The fear. Your mother's death was the most sudden and painful." You saw a tear run down his cheek, followed by a couple more. Sam had more to say but you spoke before, in the heat of the moment.
"She knew." He looked back at you, now with red eyes. "I think she knew something bad was going to happen."
"She knew we would be in danger." By we, he meant himself, his uncle and your grandpa.
"No. Not that. She knew that something terrible was happening already and would get worse. But she didn't tell you to go to stop it." His tears froze, lost in your words. "Like you said. Camila was always right about this bad feelings. She was certain." You were sure thanks to your own experience with it.
"About Dean needing me more than her?" You denied.
"About you needing the rest of your family once I was born."
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veethewriter · 3 years ago
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hi! i hope you’re doing well so far. is it alright if i can have a matchup?
i’m a 17 year old filipino girl with dark brown eyes and long dark brown/black hair (ngl, can’t really tell what my hair color is nowadays LMAO), standing at 5’2. i’m a sagittarius, and i’m an INFP
i’m pretty quiet and shy, and i’d much rather not talk in social situations where i’m with of strangers. if you wanna talk to me, i’d much rather you come up to me first since i’m awkward as hell. however, if i do begin to feel comfortable around you, i become a bit more talkative and energetic. funny enough, i have no problem talking to internet friends. i could literally have a new mutual online and i’d be the first to send them a message (i kinda think of myself as an introvert IRL, but an extravert online haha).
in my free time, honestly. the only things i do are watch anime, read manga, listen to music (lately i’ve been obsessed with the j-pop idol group, akb48), and write fanfiction.
some other random things about me:
whenever i sleep, i have to hold something like a huge plushie or a pillow. i also have to be in a dark room (with little to no light) and listen to ambient music or soft piano with rain to fall asleep faster.
i have dreams of becoming a nurse in the future.
i feel like i blush easily, idk why (no one’s ever pointed out whenever i’m blushing but sometimes i can feel the blood rushing into my cheeks LOL)
i’m obsessed with the japanese brand, sanrio. my favorite characters are cinnamoroll and gudetama. i just love all things cute, chibi, and pastel!
i love going on road-trips, i especially love just being the car and listening to my music while looking at the view outside the window.
on a bit of some seriousness, i have a bad habit of not telling anyone that i’m upset about something or if i’m feeling a bit lonely/hopeless out of fear that i’ll be a burden (i just hate bothering someone, especially when i know they got other things to worry about). i also tend to fear that someone’s mad at me, but i’m too scared to ask them, and i fear about letting down the people i love.
oh God, i hope this isn’t too much for you. i had a feeling it was going to be a bit long, sorry about that LOL. but tysm!
Of course I can!! Thank you for the ask!! I think you would go best with asahi!!
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When you and asahi first meet it was at one of his games, one of your friends had force you to go so she could cheer on the team. The team was cleaning up the gym after the game and found a lost phone, a few minutes later you were walking back into gym with a worried look on your face. Asahi realized this was probably what you were looking for and returned it to you, that's how you two started talking.
After a while of you asahi being friends, he started to grow feeling for and started to be super nervous around you. You wanted to know why and accidently over heard him talking to noya about it, asahi's team finally convinced him to confess to you and when he did you happily said yes. Asahi was surprised you said yes but was happy and started to plan a date for you two.
Asahi will probably sit next to you and work on homework while you read (he's too scared to lay his head on you or anything, he doesn't want to hurt you on accident). Either that or you'll sit on his lap and read together. Asahi doesn't mind listening to music while you two go to bed, in fact he actually finds it calming himself. If you want to go somewhere and just sit in your car, asahi will gladly join you or if you wanna be alone during some moments he'll give you, your alone time.
Asahi will buy you big plushies to sleep with and will probably cuddle you from behind while you hold onto the stuffie. When asahi has games he doesn't mind if you don't come, he know you don't really like social events but if you do show up he'll be super happy. Asahi can tell when your upset and comfort you as best as he can, he doesn't like to see you upset. However if you don't wanna talk about it he'll just comfort you by hugging you.
Asahi loves watching your favorite shows with you, he'll make a bunch of snacks so you two have something to eat while you watch. He also loves it when you blush he finds it super cute however he doesn't say that out loud because he doesn't want to embarrass you. Asahi also never really gets mad, if you upset him somehow he'll sit down with you and calmly talk to you about it. This boy may look scary to some people but really he's just a huge softie!!
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pudding-head-kenma · 4 years ago
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Keep quiet, or don’t [ Sugawara x Reader ]
⤔ request: Suga x reader smut
⤔ warnings: swearing, fingering, public, uhh getting caught (?)
⤔ a/n: everyone say thank you to ana and tsu for convincing me to post this because i was embarrassed lmao. also, if you don’t think sugawara is a kinky bastard you’re WRONG
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Despite what everyone else seems to think, you know your boyfriend is not an innocent man.
As the vice-captain of the volleyball club, he tends to show himself as soothing and gentle. He acts like the type of person you can trust, the type of person who helps you during your time of need. He shows his sweeter, softer side, helping the other team members and taking good care of the younger players.
Outside of the club, however, Sugawara becomes a completely different person.
You can’t exactly remember where it started – as first years, at the beginning of your relationship, he was always the shyer one out of the two of you. Holding hands proved to be an issue, and he could barely look at you after the first time you kissed. As second years, at a solid stage of your relationship, he remained the shyer one. You fondly remember the first time you two were intimate, and you almost want to laugh at the little freak out you remember him having. You don’t remember when, but sometime during the end of your second year and the beginning of your third, Sugawara had changed.
He had become bolder, had grown confident in himself. Most relevant to the point, however, was the fact he had become more experimental. It started simple, and slowly but surely the two of you were drifting away from your usual routines. By now, you could almost perfectly tell which mood your boyfriend was in. If he came back exhausted from practise, he would usually revert back to how he used to be, and you’d be more than happy to deliver with sweet kisses and praises as he held your waist and stared into your eyes. During those times, both of you were quiet, Sugawara being the most vocal out of the two of you, with his choked up moans and grunts.
But there were a few other sides to him, too.
Sometimes, your boyfriend would come back frustrated. There wasn’t always a common reason – it varied from losing a game, doing poorly at practise, getting into an argument with someone, and so forth. During these moods, he would be rougher. He would easily take the lead, usually shoving you against a nearby surface and taking out his frustrations in the most pleasurable way to both of you. In these moods, you were the most vocal out of the two of you. The only sounds leaving his lips would be quiet grunts, contrasting with your high pitched moans. While he sounded almost completely unbothered, you sounded like a mess. He liked that.
There was a third mood. Out of all of them, this was definitely the rarest one. You wouldn’t exactly say that Koushi is a jealous man – he might have his moments, but most of the time he’s very trusting and easy going. You’ve nearly been dating for three years, so he won’t dare doubt the foundation of trust you’ve built your relationship on. That doesn’t mean he never gets jealous, though. From time to time, he gets fed up. He’s used to you being hit on – much like Kiyoko and Yachi; you hang out around the team a lot, and this means you’re at most of his official and practise games. That being said, it’s inevitable that one guy or another will come talk to you. During practise matches, the best way he can get around it is to wrap an arm around you as you walk inside, to make it clear that you’re taken. During games, he’ll be sure to kiss you in front of the audience, so that when you’re out of his reach cheering for him most people would have noticed it.
Today there was absolutely no way to get around it – Tanaka just really messed up.
Now, you’ve both been friends with Tanaka since he joined the team, during his first year. So, more than anyone, you’re used to his playful flirting. He’s very respectful of your relationship with Sugawara, especially after being glared at a few years ago when you first met him, by a very pissed off Koushi.  That being said, it’s just in his nature to be playful – he knows you’re dating, but you’re also his friend, so it’s not uncommon for him to joke around and ‘flirt’ with you from time to time.
Most days, your boyfriend lets it slide and laughs along. He knows his friend means no harm, and he has never complained to him so Tanaka himself doesn’t see it as harmful either. It’s simple things, really, easily passed off as friendly interaction – sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder and loudly mock Sugawara right in front of his face, other times he’ll just tell you that you look pretty that day. You’ve gotten used to it, though it may have bothered you in the beginning. Nowadays, you find yourself playing along once or twice. A cheeky ‘I know, right?’ when he’s mocking your boyfriend, or wrapping an arm around his waist while you’re walking down the street just messing around. You’re good friends with all of them, even if you’re still getting used to the first years, so it doesn’t mean anything.
Today was different. While out on a walk, a player from another team had recognised you from a previous practise match and had jogged over to talk to you. He seemed dismissive of Sugawara’s presence right by your side, even when he wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. This guy was a little persistent, trying to play it off as them needing a new manager... Why on Earth would their manager be from a different school? It made absolutely no sense. Your boyfriend eventually dragged you away from the scene, claiming you had plans – which wasn’t a lie.
As you both walked to Tanaka’s house, he was visibly tense. Normally, you would have whispered sweet words into his ear, would have reassured him that he had nothing to worry about. But you sensed it would only aggravate the situation. Besides, you’re going to movie night with the guys anyway, just the second and third years, so he’ll end up cooling off and enjoying the night. Soon, this would all be a faraway memory.
Or so you thought.
It really wasn’t Tanaka’s fault. In retrospective, Sugawara knows that. It wasn’t your fault, either. The timing was just off. When you stepped into the house and had Tanaka wrap an arm around you and playfully say ‘The pretty one’s here!’, you knew the evening wouldn’t magically get better. And if you weren’t sure, the look on Sugawara’s eyes was enough to assure you that he was pissed off.
The first indication that this bad mood wasn’t going away was when Tanaka left your side to wrap an arm around your boyfriend instead, poking fun at his frown. His arm was shoved off. The second year was a little surprised, but Koushi was quick to take action – he offered a gentle smile.
“It’s your fault, you know? You totally wore me out at practise. Don’t put weight on my shoulders like that!” He scolded in a playful tone, though you could definitely tell that was a complete lie. In all honesty, he had only wanted to say the first few words, but he knew his friend wouldn’t understand where his frustration was coming from.
The second indication came quickly as well. As you were heading to the living room to get settled on the couches for the movie to start, your boyfriend was quick to take the armchair and tug you down next to him before you could even consider sitting on the couch.
“You better not even think about leaving my side tonight.” He whispered against the back of your neck, the words muffled against your skin and far too quiet for anyone else to hear. They were more than enough to have you tense up, though.
You two sat the furthest away from everyone else. Tanaka, Daichi and Ennoshita were sitting on the couch, while Nishinoya and Asahi were struggling to share the loveseat – Asahi and his long legs were struggling to lie down in the position Nishinoya demanded from him, which honestly didn’t even look that comfortable, yet was always claimed the ‘ultimate movie night position’, whatever that means.  
While Ennoshita had grabbed blankets for everyone to share, Tanaka and Nishinoya had managed to pick a movie. Unsurprisingly, despite Tanaka’s fear of ghosts, they had ended up picking a horror movie. Nishinoya had challenged him, and God knows that man would never turn down a challenge so boldly having a go at his manly behaviour.
You were exactly five minutes into the movie when your boyfriend’s grip around your waist loosened. You felt yourself relaxing a bit into him, feeling a bit more at ease. Usually, this meant he had calmed down – that’s good, right? Normally, it would be.
Not today, though.
With his free hand, your boyfriend moved a hand to your inner thigh, squeezing the spot roughly. You let out a loud squeak in surprise, your hands flying up to cover your mouth – it was too late, though, everyone heard you. Against your neck, you could feel your boyfriend smirking, but he remained quiet.
“Geez, Y/N, I know the ghost is kinda ugly but you don’t have to offend him like that. And you call me a coward.” Tanaka spoke up, mocking your sound and playing it off as a joke since the ghost had just showed up on the movie.
“Haha... I just didn’t expect him to show up so soon, okay?”
“If you needed  to come cuddle between Daichi and me, all you had to do was ask. You’re invited too, Suga.” He kidded, knowing your boyfriend also wasn’t a fan of horror movies. He was boldly mocked for being ‘too nice’ to watch films were people got murdered, somewhere during your second year.
He’s really not helping the situation.
As soon as Tanaka’s voice reaches his ears, Sugawara’s digging his nails into your inner thigh – he’s not too rough, but it’s just enough to bring you a rush of excitement. He knows what buttons to push. Still, you’re embarrassed. You find yourself biting at the tip of your tongue to avoid any further embarrassing noises. You’re with friends, for God’s sake! Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
“Are you embarrassed? I haven’t even done anything.” He’s whispering into your skin again, and you’re certain he can feel how the back of your neck has heated up significantly, shame running over your body. He can’t seriously think you’re doing this, right? You’re not an idiot, you know what he’s trying to achieve.
Before you get the chance to reply, he let’s go of you completely and leans back into the couch. Now you’re confused. It’s like he’s changing his behaviour every two minutes, and you’re getting lightheaded just from trying to keep up. Wondering if perhaps he felt bad, you lean back against him once more and watch the movie for a little, though you’re barely paying any attention. You can’t help but let your mind wander – had you read him wrong? Maybe he wasn’t trying to do anything and you got flustered for no reason. Surely Koushi would never do that, right? He wouldn’t try anything in public like this, in front of all of his friends.
So why were you a little disappointed that he didn’t follow through with this idea?
You subconsciously press your thighs together, your heart speeding as you desperately try to mask the various thoughts running through your head.  You find yourself moving around in his lap, trying to find a more comfortable spot. If your movements go by unnoticed by everyone else, they surely don’t go by unnoticed by your boyfriend.
“I thought you were too embarrassed to play, angel.” He teases. You can tell he’s still in a bad mood, from the cocky way he’s speaking and from the way his fingers are ever so gently brushing against your skin, inching up your thigh agonisingly slowly.
“I-” You cut yourself off as you let out a small gasp. Sugawara’s pushing your skirt up to move it out of the way, and suddenly you want to yell at yourself for choosing this outfit specifically. He notices your surprise, and stops moving his hand. Instead, he reaches forward a little to press a kiss to your cheek, a silent question. Despite his jealousy, he would never take it too far with you – he was asking for permission.
And you want to yell at yourself even louder for the fact you didn’t hesitate to nod your head.
He seems pleased with the reply, because it doesn’t take long at all for him to start pressing kisses all over your neck, licking and sucking the skin far too comfortably for someone who’s in a room with all of his friends. You’re mostly covered by the blanket, and everyone but the two of you is paying attention to the movie, but it would only take a glance from any of the other boys for the situation to be really obvious.  
“Stop thinking about them.” Your boyfriend spoke up, and it was a tone you hardly recognised. It wasn’t a request or reassurance – it was an order. The tone was enough to have you squeeze your thighs again, the sudden shift in behaviour intriguing you. It was embarrassing, the tips of your ears were burning up and you had no doubts that you looked flustered, but there was something thrilling about the situation. Your boyfriend’s not happy with the way you’re sitting anymore, so he reaches to grab both of your thighs and roughly spread your legs, manoeuvring you around so you’re exactly the way he wants you. You find yourself unable to object.
“You better keep your legs spread.” He orders again and you’re struggling to keep quiet just from the way he’s speaking. It’s so, so rare for him to get like this. So you nod immediately, knowing better than to question him when he gets into these moods. It’s shameful, really, and the idea of getting caught should probably make you want to stop – but instead, it makes you want to keep going. You can’t help but wonder what would happen if someone noticed the two of you. Your legs tense as you desperately try to keep yourself from pressing your thighs together for the nth time that evening, and you feel yourself shake a little in anticipation as your boyfriend teasingly runs his fingers over your panties.
He’s smirking again, and you find yourself closing your eyes as he sinks his teeth into your skin, nibbling around a particular spot on your neck that has your knees going even weaker – if you weren’t sitting down, you wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself up, no doubt. You know why he’s smirking, too. There’s no doubt in your head that he can already feel how wet you are, and how amusing he finds it – he has barely touched you, after all.
He pushes your skirt further up so it’s completely out of the way before he’s moving your panties to one side, not even bothering to take them off. You shiver, the sudden cold hitting you and making you squirm around ever so slightly. One of his arms wraps itself around your waist, keeping you impossibly close to him so he’s able to keep pressing kisses all over your skin. His free hand moves down, teasing you as he brushes over your thighs and your stomach, yet purposefully avoids touching you where you really need it.
After what felt like an eternity, he takes mercy on you once you let out a small whine, inaudibly to anyone because of the yelling on the television, but loud enough for your boyfriend to get the point. He holds you down as his fingers circle your lips, teasingly moving his finger up and down your slit, and the simple touch is enough to make you shiver. He teases you for another few seconds, trying to see just how far he can push it, and you move your hips slightly, trying to get him to hurry up. For a second, you almost seem to forget your friends right next to you.
But Sugawara isn’t feeling that merciful yet, so as soon as he feels you trying to move he takes his fingers away completely. The barely-there touches were annoying, but having him move away was far worse. You’re about to apologise and tell him you’ll be quiet, but you don’t get a chance as he moves his fingers up and presses them to your lips. You don’t need him to speak, just the look in his eyes is enough to tell you what he wants. You feel smaller under his gaze, and you don’t even spare a glance to the side to make sure nobody’s looking before you’re parting your lips, looking up to meet his gaze. Koushi takes the lead, pressing his thumb against your tongue. You take the hint and stick it out, and he’s quick to rest his fingers on it.
“Go ahead, angel.”
You were waiting for him to speak up, and as soon as he does you’re closing your eyes, slowly moving your tongue around his fingers. You figure this is your one chance to tease him, and you’re so willing to take the risk, but he doesn’t even give you a second to think about it – his nails are digging into your thigh the moment you try to pull away, making a delicious rush of pain run up your spine. You open your eyes and you find him still staring at you, though his gaze has considerably darkened – he’s warning you, and with a whimper you submit to him again.
You suck his fingers into your mouth, greedily lapping up the juices he had collected – if anything, you’re eager for some praise. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps the eye contact and the tight grip around you, until he decides it’s enough and taps your thigh gently – taking the hint, you part your lips again. You spread your legs a little wider, and that has him smirking once again; he’s enjoying every little reaction he can get out of you, and he’s not being very discreet about it.
Your boyfriend wasted no time in pressing a finger against your clit, rubbing it teasingly to distract you before shoving the first finger in. Though you both already knew, that’s when you both confirm just how wet you really are, because it barely feels like enough. He sinks in easily, and you’re subconsciously squeezing around his finger right away, enough to have him groan a little too loud.
You’re just lucky that the movie is louder.
He barely gives you any time to breathe before he’s adding another finger, thrusting them in and out of you at a surprisingly quick pace – he’s usually much more gentle and caring, but he’s obviously still pissed off. You’re barely managing to keep in your moans as he quickens the pace, head thrown back slightly and resting against his shoulder, yet he doesn’t slow down in the slightest. Instead, he reaches his free hand to flick at your clit, and you let out a choked moan.
Tanaka turns to you.
You instantly flush, your cheeks and ears feel too warm, and you’re trying to stand up and move a bit further away from your boyfriend. He scoffs, following your gaze and locking eyes with Tanaka. He’s still moving his fingers despite his friend staring at both of you, and by now you’re not sure who’s more embarrassed – you, or Tanaka. In any case, it’s certainly not Koushi.
“I can’t believe you tightened so much just because he looked.” It comes out as a whisper from your boyfriend, but suddenly you’re far more aware of your own body – fuck. You really don’t feel a thing for Tanaka, but the rush of being caught like that was enough to make you wetter, and have you subconsciously clench around his fingers.
You can’t really tell if your friend has figured out what’s going on, but he seems a bit tense and ends up looking away to awkwardly stare at the movie. Your boyfriend’s still moving his fingers, though he has quickened his pace ever so slightly, scissoring them to stretch you out properly before adding in a third. You can faintly hear the squelching sound and it’s honestly obscene, you can’t help but think anyone else would be able to hear if they just paid attention, and that makes you have to bite back a moan.
“Angel... you’re so wet. Can you hear how wet you are?” He doesn’t need an answer, and that’s obvious from the way he starts speeding up his fingers again, still using his free hand to rub your clit, completely over stimulating you. Your head leans back further, and in order to keep quiet you can’t even think about answering his question, instead just nodding your head as you bite down on your lip in hopes of not letting out any embarrassing noises.
“Who would have thought? What a dirty angel you are, getting wet and spreading your legs near your friends like this. Do you want them to look? Do you want Tanaka to look again?” You lean against his neck to whine against the skin, in hopes of muffling your sounds to everyone else. Despite the rush, you don’t truly want anyone else to look, it’s mostly the idea of it that gets you going. So you shake your head as quickly as you can, and that has your boyfriend chuckling once more.
That seems to be the answer he’s looking for, though, because he starts moving his fingers again. By now, Koushi knows you well – he knows what you like and what you don’t like, and he’s certainly more than capable of finding your sweet spot even in a time like this. As usual, once he finds it, he starts abusing that privilege, and it’s getting harder and harder to stay quiet.
At the corner of your eye, you can see Tanaka shuffle around uncomfortably, unnaturally quiet, and that has you clenching again – He definitely saw, but he didn’t say anything, and you absolutely refuse to even glance his way. Sugawara, on the other hand, is keeping eye contact with him, locking eyes each time he glances over, a warning for him to look away.
It doesn’t take long at all – in fact, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you’re nearing your orgasm. Your legs are shaking, thankfully still hidden by the blanket, and you’re desperately clinging to your boyfriend in attempts to keep quiet. He’s merciless, thrusting in faster every time you think that’s impossible, and as he flicks your clit you let go, a muffled moan against his shirt, alongside a call of his name.
You’re panting, still holding onto him, and he’s still moving his fingers through your orgasm. He takes mercy on you, however, knowing better than to overstimulate you in a position he can’t take care of you properly, so instead he brings his fingers to your mouth again and waits for you to clean them for him.
He helps you get dressed again, and now that you’re paying more attention you can feel his how hard he is, pressing against you. You almost feel bad. Almost 
He presses a kiss to your temple, a silent request for you not to worry about it – he can always tell what you’re thinking, especially after all these years. So instead, you allow yourself to catch your breath and lean to cuddle up to him.
“You’ll take care of this when we’re alone, angel.”
...
“You guys are fucking disgusting.”
Shit.
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tk-writer · 4 years ago
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Just like old times. [ATLA - Zukaang]
Shortly after he laid down to rest that night, Zuko was yanked awake by yet another frightful nightmare. 
He was drenched in sweat, despite sleeping shirtless with all the bedroom windows open, and his lungs desperately gasped for air as if it were foreign to his body. Grounding himself back in reality was proving to be a challenge with the image of his father still burned into his mind.
It was the same dream that had plagued him since the age of thirteen. Five long years had passed since the fateful day of their agni kai, but being forced to relive it almost every night made it seem like it had just happened yesterday. It was as if the wound was still fresh, the fire still hot, the pain still throbbing.
The fire prince let out a dejected sigh before he decided to get up. He stumbled around in the dark until he was able to shove his feet into a nearby pair of slippers. Then he marched to the nearest bathroom in search of water.
Things were pretty quiet in the palace of the fire nation. After his father had been defeated at the hands of the avatar, the world entered an era of unfamiliar peace. Nowadays, the palace felt more like a home and less like a prison. There wasn’t the same aura of tension surrounding everyone and everything that stepped foot inside, partially in thanks to the fact that Aang had decided to stick around for a while. Something about helping rebuild the fire nation and introducing the element of “fun” back into the culture. What was supposed to be a short term stay had quickly turned into a year, then two, until Aang had practically moved in. 
(Not that Zuko really minded.)
After downing two cups of cold water, he felt his body return to homeostasis and figured it was best to try and get some more sleep. He made his way back to the bedroom, fumbling around until his hands felt the coolness of the slightly damp sheets. He plopped down unceremoniously and let out another sigh before closing his eyes once more.
His eyes shot back open when he sensed movement beside him and hot breath on the right side of his cheek. He turned his head ever so slightly and came face to face with a lithe figure, donning the goofiest grin known to man.
“... AAH!”
“Waaah!”
“Who’s there?!” He leapt out of the bed with a fighting stance, hands already ablaze with fiery blue embers. 
“Chill out! It’s me, Aang!”
The flames provided just enough light for him to see the airbender lounging across the mattress like it was his own. It was enough to pacify his fear. Zuko lit a candle on the nightstand before putting out the fire he’d summoned and inhaled sharply, crossing his arms in annoyance.
“What the hell are you doing in my bed?”
“I heard you yelling in your sleep and it woke me up! I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Feeling a bit sheepish, Zuko scratched the back of his head and lowered his gaze to the floor.
“Oh, uh… sorry about that.”
Aang looked concerned, his brows furrowed with worry. Zuko didn’t dare meet his gaze, knowing it would give away his uneasiness and cause even more trouble for himself.
“Are you okay? You looked really stressed.”
“I’m fine. You can go back to your room now.”
He waited for Aang to move, but instead ended up staring at him awkwardly as the avatar showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach and practically shouted out a suggestion.
“Why don’t we have a sleepover tonight?!”
“What? No. Why would we do that.”
 “Come oooon, it’ll be just like old times when the gang was all together!”
“You mean when we slept on the ground and had no money?”
“Yeah! Except this time it’ll be more comfortable. Ya know, with a bed and a roof over our heads and all.”
Aang seemed pretty gungho about it, and Zuko found it difficult to keep saying no when he was giving him those damn puppy dog eyes, so he found himself giving in without much more of a fight.
(How did he know those always worked on him?)
“Alright. But only for tonight.”
Aang let out a triumphant cry, eliciting a stern “Shhhh!” from Zuko who didn’t want to disturb the others sleeping in the rooms next door. He cautiously crawled back into the king sized bed, taking care not to bump into his uninvited guest. Turning his back to the airbender, he curled into a fetal position and closed his eyes in another attempt at peaceful slumber.
“Goodnight, Aang.”
“Goodnight, Zuko.”
It was quiet for about two seconds, until Zuko felt something thin and soft flutter around his waist. On instinct, he let out a muffled cry as panic struck through his chest.
He relaxed once he realized it was just Aang’s hands.
“Aang,” he warned in a low tone. “Why are you hugging me.”
“For reassurance!” He sang out happily. “So you don’t feel scared anymore.”
“I told you, I’m fine,” Zuko argued as he started to squirm from the feather-light touches on his sides. “You don’t need to -aheeha!”
Another cry slipped out after he felt Aang’s hands brush right above the band of his pants. It was a silly sensation that made him twitch wildly, against his better nature. He felt Aang adjust himself, wrapping his arms a little tighter as his fingers continued to absentmindedly brush against Zuko’s bare skin. The firebender struggled to keep from laughing. Physical touch had not been a part of his life for many years, and being reintroduced to it now was making him very, very flustered.
“Hah! What was that?”
“It’s no-ahaha!-thing! Stop touching me like that, jeez…”
“Why? Wait, are you…”
Zuko tensed up, sensing what was to come next. Aang fell silent, spurring the fire prince’s anxiety even more. There was no need to finish the question when he already knew the answer.
“Aang, no.”
“Aang, yes.”
Ten fingers suddenly skittered up both of his sides, and in an instant Zuko burst out into a fit of cackles. There was no way he could hold it back; it tickled way too much. Aang’s touch was like air as he danced his fingertips over his exposed skin. The feeling brought forth the most musical giggles, an unexpected treat from someone who was usually so stoic. Zuko slammed his arms down and curled into a ball, but that didn’t deter the avatar from his attack.
“Aheeheeheehee! No, no, nonononono-OOOOO! Dohohon’t!”
Aang laughed merrily along with him, as if he were having the time of his life. Which he probably was. He always took the opportunity to make Zuko laugh or smile whenever he had the chance, and now was no exception.
“No way! I never knew you were ticklish! Haha!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHANG!”
The airbender pulled away momentarily to let the fire prince breathe, but his mercy didn’t last long
“So, your sides are ticklish… what about your armpits?”
He jammed his hands in between his clamped down arms and wiggled around as much as he could, with Zuko attempting to squirm away and all. In truth, he was trying really hard not to struggle too much in fear of accidentally hurting his friend. A painful memory of Toph’s burned feet etched in his head as he made sure to keep his hands away from Aang and free of their usual fire. Instead, he just kept laughing until it felt like he was going to choke.
“No… not there! Pleheeheeheease!!”
“Okay, so your sides and armpits are pretty bad. What about your stomach?”
Zuko felt the wiggling hands leave his body for a second, then once again sensed them scurrying across his skin, this time exploring his belly. Soft, muted giggles escaped his lips, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. Still, his skin twitched wherever Aang made contact.
“Ahahaaa… noooo! Stahahap!”
“It’s not so bad here… but what about here?”
Aang gave no warning this time before he began pinching Zuko’s ribs, which spurred another round of maniacal cackling from the sullen firebender. He thrashed from side to side, kicking his legs frantically until Aang had to climb on top of him to avoid getting kicked. The airbender cracked up as he watched him descend even further into uncontrollable giggles.
“Wow, this must be a really bad spot for you!”
“Shahahahahaddup!! It’s not funny!”
“Heh, it’s kinda funny! Who woulda thought the big strong fire lord would be weak to a little tickling!”
Zuko found himself unable to respond as the tickling went on, his pleas turning into babbles thanks to Aang jumping around from spot to spot and teasing him into oblivion. Each time he’d explore a new area, he’d ask Zuko before honing in. And each time, Zuko wasn’t ready. He’d let out a high pitched shriek before succumbing to more upbeat giggles, uncharacteristic for someone of his nature. 
He had no idea how long things went on, but when Aang threatened to tickle his feet, he suddenly grabbed both of his arms and held firm.
“Please… no more…”
He spat out his last pleas in between haggard breaths, and that signaled to Aang that enough was enough. The avatar pulled away, allowing him some respite after the tickly torment he’d just put him through. When Zuko opened his eyes, he saw the avatar staring at him with a warm, sunny smile. It made his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Zuko… I wish you’d laugh more. You have a really nice smile.”
“Wh… huh? Why would you…”
Now it was Aang’s turn to act shy. He let out a sheepish chuckle, backtracking a bit before explaining himself.
“Ah, sorry. I guess that’s kinda sappy. But, I dunno, you seem so sad a lot of the time. Sometimes I wish I could just come up to ya and do this!”
He scribbled across his stomach again, making Zuko squeal again, but stopped before it got to be too much. When his laughter died down again, he mumbled something so softly that Aang almost didn’t catch it.
“Well… maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
“Hnh, nevermind.”
Aang opened his mouth to protest, but clamped it shut almost immediately. Zuko wondered what he was going to say, but decided to let it be for now. After all, he was pretty spent after the surprise tickle attack he’d just endured.
“Uh, can we go back to sleep now?”
“Oh, yeah! Sorry, heh.”
Aang slid off and made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed, giving Zuko some space just in case he wanted to be alone. Zuko blew out the candle and laid down as well, and for a few seconds the room was silent. However, as Aang’s eyelids began to droop, he heard a timid voice speak up through the darkness.
“... Um… Aang?”
“Yeeeees?”
“Can you… can we… uhm…”
Aang chuckled under his breath, quietly enough that his bedside companion couldn’t hear. Without another word, he hugged his arms around Zuko and pulled him in close until they both were in a comfortable position. He pressed his forehead against his back and felt the firebender relax for the first time all night.
“Goodnight, Zuko.”
“Goodnight, Aang.”
Aang couldn’t see it, but that night Zuko fell asleep with a small smile. Neither woke until the bright light of late morning greeted them through the window.
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Hi again, really glad you’re back 💙Hope everything is going well and that you’re taking care of yourself (and drinking plenty of water). I’ve missed seeing your posts 🙂
Had my check in, I’m on the list to see the specialist but that could take weeks or even months thanks to COVID. I got taken off my first meds (lost 13 pounds in four weeks thanks to them not letting me keep any food down) but now I’m on new meds for pain management in the meantime. It takes a few weeks for them to kick in, but as they double as pain management AND anti depressant pills it’s been making my anxiety, depression, and borderline go all over the place and out of whack which has been hard to deal with, but I’m doing daily check ins with my therapist and a few friends to help try to manage everything. I also got a fidget cube for work, best $7 spent haha
The pain is still really bad, doubt the medication will do anything but I’m trying to be patient with it since it could take a few weeks to take into effect. With the new meds its still hard to keep food down but I can finally eat oatmeal, rice, and fruit sometimes. In total I lost about 15ish pounds but gained back a few of them. My blood pressure is kind of high thanks to the pain and stress of all this as well as personal life stresses so my doctor is making me monitor that too now.
I’m just so tired honestly. Of the physical, emotional, and mental pain. Trying to take it one day at a time and even though I have a great support system with my friends, some family, and my therapist it can get a little lonely and hard. If you’re up for it would you be able to write a comfort fic of Thrawn (or Thrass, he could use some love too) of them comforting a reader going through a tough time like this or similar please? No pressure and no worries if it’s too much, I’m just happy to be able to vent and feel listened and valued here💙 -MedAnon
My gosh that all sounds so exhausting, I’m sorry it’s been so hard on you. I hope things start getting better as time goes on, and you can start feeling more like yourself again! In the meantime, here’s this piece for you (sorry it took a bit)!
It’s not a habit of Thrawn’s to leave you alone somewhere.
With the fate of, well, the entire Empire often resting on his shoulders, he at least carries with him the foresight to bring you on most trips, sure enough that his tactical prowess will keep you out of harm’s way. However, officer meetings and missions briefings do tend to be fair game, especially nowadays, and he’s managed to be absent at the time where you likely need him most.
All other issues aside, you try your hardest not to be a “nuisance,” most times, finding yourself feeling guilty at the idea of pulling him away from somewhere he needs to be. But today... today you can’t seem to wait long enough.
“Thrawn...” you say into the comm he had given you, fully expecting to be ignored.
“Yes, my darling?” came the reply instead, an almost immediate response once you lowered the device from your lips. “Is something the matter?”
You hesitate. Is this a good idea? Maybe... maybe you can hold off. Still, your hands are tight around your legs, your resolve not to cry beginning to falter at simply the sound of his voice. You think about the feeling of his presence, the way he usually holds you when you begin feeling this way. Now. You need him now.
“I...” you try to start, feeling your voice strain as it tries to explain itself. He needs nothing else.
“One moment,” is all he says. By now, you’ve learned to expect his help, something he’s always so ready to provide, something he’s assured you time and time again he has no problems with giving. And yet even now you wonder what it is he’s doing, if the simple phrase was an order to wait a bit longer, if you really are bothering him this time. The future plays through your mind, the endless versions of apologies he’s owed for your intrusion, the promises you’ll make not to do so again.
The door slides open, your head turning towards the sound, only to find him already padding quickly through the room over to where you sit. He gets to his knees, lowered down to almost the same level, his head tilted in concern and study. Instantly, you gather up your resolve to try and formulate your apologies, but he speaks first, urgency and perhaps a hint of fear in his voice.
“Are you alright? I hope you didn’t wait long,” he says, clearly uncertain that he had only taken less than a minute to arrive. His hand reaches out, brushing the side of your cheek. His eyes soften further still, as if realising what was in front of him for the first time. “What do you need from me?”
It’s a very odd type of reassurance, one you barely notice is taking place until he’s already succeeded. All at once, your fear dissipates, and you can manage to ask, “Could you just... be here?”
A smile, pulling you to his chest slowly, his arms wrap around you, almost as if protecting you from the harshness of the world. You can feel his chin rest atop your head, and the warmth of his body melts away any troubles, if even for the moment.
“It’s so much...” you whisper to him, comfortably curled into your little ball, letting the pressure of your tears flow freely, finally feeling safe enough to do so.
Slowly, his hand rubs at your back, and you could swear his embrace tightens, almost as if hearing you say it hurts him just as much. “I know...” he says simply. “It is.”
And after a moment, the silence soothing your heart, his unhidden love reassuring every worry, you ask, “Please stay... just for a little while.”
He wastes no time in pressing a kiss to your head. “Of course,” he whispers against you. “As long as you need me to. Even if it’s forever.”
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conaionaru · 4 years ago
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Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)
A wooden axe
Synopsis: Vanya spends some time with Helga and Floki and finds something out.
Warning: Angst, forced marriage, dark thoughts, Ivar, fluff
Tagged: (hopefully they will work now, I always copy and paste the begging and that’s why the tags didn’t work. I am sorry and I hope it works)
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P.S. Everything in cursive is in Old Norse. Flashback are in bold and cursive.
(From now on there will be probably big time jumps to hurry the story along a bit... There will be min. 5 chapters before we reach season 4B)
I don’t own the gifs. Also, thank you for your support. I really appreciate it.
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It's official. Vanya hates pregnancy. At first, she liked not having her monthly blood, but then came then she started eating like Hvitserk, then the vomiting, then the aching bones, then the tiredness. Now she must make water all the time, and it is so annoying. Everything is really, even the way Bjorn breaths at during meals is driving her insane.
Ivar has been very overprotective, which in turn makes Vanya very angry. No matter how much Aslaug and Torvi reassure her it's normal, Vanya is pretty sure her hair will go gray by the time the child is born.
To ease the tension, Ubbe asked Helga and Floki if they would spend some time with her, while he took Ivar hunting. Bless that boy, because that's what the married couple needed, some breathing space very far away from each other.
And the Saxon liked Helga, she had not seen the nice woman in a long time, and her only company nowadays was the Queen, the Ragnarssons and Brynja. The poor girl was threatened by Ivar, who always trailed them whenever Vanya wanted fresh air, that if anything happened to his wife, Brynja would pay for it with her life. He was being overdramatic, like always. But she still cared for him nonetheless.
So now here she is picking berries with Helga, while Bjorn and Floki talked about ships outside. The oldest Ragnarsson was ordered to go with her by Ivar, to keep her safe. As if somebody might attack her on her way here. "Are these poisonous or not?"
"No, those are alright. It's the red ones that are bad. Do you not have Fläders in England?" Helga asked her with her hands full of berries. She dumped the small dark blue fruit into the basket, set down by Vanya's feet.
Vanya plucked the blue berries from the low hanging branches. "We do. I am sure I saw them in the gardens. I just never ate them. But we call them Elderberries." The ginger explained to the Viking, the sounds of the wild calming her headache instantly. Maybe she just needed some time away from the Great Hall, as Ubbe said.
The blonde woman them walked towards Vanya and showed her a weird root and mint leaves. "Ivar said you get sick in the mornings. Maka tea out of these, and it will help. Peel the ginger and cut it into small pieces, and then pour warm water on both."
Vanya looked at the kind blonde in adoration; she was truly godsent. The redhead thanked her before they took the full basket and moved back to Helga's and Floki's hut.  They could hear the boatbuilder and Ragnarsson talking near the fire while the two women walked around the kitchen. Helga showed her all sorts of remedies made from plants. It was so fascinating for the Princess to see how much meaning every plant really held. Every plant was of use and help, even the poisonous ones, if you thought about it.
The ginger was delighted with learning so much from the woman Ivar saw as a second mother. She was so kind-hearted and shy; it reminded a little bit of herself. Maybe Vanya and Ivar are the second coming of Helga and Floki.  The two slightly crazy Vikings, who love the Norse Gods with all their heart, and the two kind women who love them nonetheless no matter how much pain they might bring them.
Vanya froze in the middle of cutting carrots for a stew. Did she love Ivar? Until now, the redhead liked him and cared for him, yet never did she call it love. Vanya loved the way he was around her, the sweet, caring man who worried for her and their child, even if he went overboard with it at times. She loved the way she felt safe in his arms, but sometimes she feared him because of his temper.
But she felt stupid. Ivar was cruel and angry, but never did he threaten to hurt her. The only time he was mad at her was because of her faith. Well, her father's faith. She didn't believe in God, but she clung to the stories she was taught as a child. He couldn't expect her to forget everything so fast. She didn't pray like a Christian anymore, she spoke to the Norse Gods now, asking them to keep her child safe.
He cared for her too, not because he had to, but because he chose to. And she loved that as well. But did Vanya love Ivar himself? Not just the safety and the child he gave her? Could she truly fall for a man that fast?
Helga looked up from the pot of stew when the chopping noises stopped and looked at the ginger. The said Girl stared blankly at the wall, too deep in thoughts to hear Helga call her name. "Vanya? Vanya, are you alright?"
The Saxon shook her head to clear her thoughts and smiled at her in reassurance. "Sorry, I was thinking. That's all." Helga nodded with her own little smile on her lips and returned to her work as the sound of careful and slow chopping of carrots continued behind her. She stirred the pot, smelling the aroma of her cooking; she lifted the wooden spoon to her lips to taste the stew. "How do you know so much about children, Helga?" The spoon fell from the blonde's hands and hit the floor.
Vanya ran to her side and apologized frantically, thinking she said something wrong. "It's alright..." Helga said softly, picking the spoon up. She inspected the utensil in silence before she looked at the worried blue eyes of Ivar's wife. "I had a daughter. Angrboda. A fever took here when she was three."
"I am so sorry, Helga. I didn't know. I am so sorry." Vanya apologized as tears gathered in the older woman's eyes. She should have kept her mouth shut; it tore at her heart to see such a gentle person suffer.
Yet Helga shook her head and wiped her tears away, smiling a sad smile. "I do miss her, but it is not your fault." The brave Viking stood back up and brightened her smile; she looked like the sun, so bright and warm. "I am sure you will be a great mother, Vanya."
The Saxon shook her head and walked back to the table, but all the carrots were finished. So she couldn't hide behind a meaningless task. "I don't know what a good mother looks like. Expect you. And the Queen."
Helga chuckled and put her hand on Vanya's shoulder. "That means you will have help. And you are a good person, with lots of love in her heart. A person like that can't be a bad mother." The reassurance was a nice thing, yet Vanya wasn't so sure she could be a good mother. Her own was distant and turned a blind eye to anything that displeased her.
"Stop dreaming, child. You are of royal blood. Love was never an opinion. You don't have to love that man. All you have to do is stand by his side, smiling and carry and raise his children. You never have to love him. Only love your children. In that, you will have no choice."
Did Queen Siflæd love her children, or did she just say it to make her shut up? It was a wonder if a woman like her ever knew love. She was married off at sixteen to an older man; she bore him a son because she had to. But she said she used to love him until he slept with another woman—a servant when Silas was four and Siflæd too sick from pregnancy to satisfy him herself. She grew to resent him, and after Vanya was born, she resented both her children also. Now all Siflæd cares about is looking her best while enjoying the freedom to sleep with whoever the Queen wanted to. And the church, for a woman of her past she is a devoted Christian.
Did she ever love anyone? Truly? Blindly? She didn't mourn her husband; she ignored her children and changed her suitors too fast to truly love them. Vanya didn't want to be anything like her. Her mother was wrong. She loves Ivar! She loves everything about him, inside and out. Vanya doesn't have to be the best mother, as long as she will be better than Siflæd.
"I am sure my child will be very loved. So many people love it already, and it is not even born yet. Queen Aslaug is very excited; sometimes, she is worse than Ivar. A few days ago, she wouldn't let me see the orphan children, said they could bump into my belly and could lose my child." Vanya explained remembering Aslaug's nervous attitude anytime Vanya stood up from the table and wanted to move somewhere.
Helga chuckled at the explanation as she made Vanya taste the stew. "She is very eager to have a babe in her arms again. She didn't want to have anymore after Ivar was born so that she could care for him. And now that he will be the first to give her a grandchild, she must be overjoyed."
The two women carried the pot outside and called Floki and Bjorn over to eat. They ate in partial silence, sometimes breaking it to talk of Bjorn's plans. He seemed so determined to explore that foreign place it made her excited with him. She hopes he will be successful on his raid and see the world.
"I got a gift for you, Christian." Floki suddenly said, standing up and walking away. Vanya looked at Bjorn in question, but the tall Viking only shrugged. Helga smiled as Floki walked back with something wrapped in a cloth.
She took the bundle from his hands and slowly opened it, scared of what she might find. Floki still wasn't that fond of her after Ivar told him he caught her praying. Inside the cloth laid a small wooden axe with beautiful carvings on it. On one side of the blunt wooden blade were Odin's two wolves Geri and Freki, while on the other was the Lothbrok raven. A serpent was carved around the handle, its jaws swallowing the axes head. Vanya looked up from the breathtaking craft to look at the giddy Viking. "This is beautiful, Floki. A piece of art."
"It is my gift for the child, a toy. Every man should have an ax. Especially if your father is so fond of them."
"And what if it will be a girl?"
Floki scoffed at that and pointed at the ax again. "Girl or not, she can fight. She will need a real one if she wants to be around boys one day. To fend off Ivar away from killing them." He giggled, happy that the ginger liked the gift he made with a lot of care.
Vanya ran her fingers over the wood, appreciating the masterpiece that laid in her hands. Never could she think that a weapon could look so pretty. She tested the grip on it, noting the lightness of it. It felt good to hold it in her hand, so different from what she imagined a weapon to be like. Maybe it's the fact that it's only toy changed it. Or it was something else. Perhaps all her prayers to be a brave Viking were coming true. She looked up at Floki and thanked him a thousand times till he halfheartedly told her to shut up.
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ookami-tsun · 3 years ago
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Transfer student
This is another unedited story
Zhongli
My family has been moving to different regions for my father's work. And finally, he have been told that he can settle down in this region... Liyue. No more friending people just to leave afterwards.
Now I can stay in this new school indefinitely..!
Anyways, the first thing I did when I reached the new school, Liyue Academy was to meet the homeroom teacher on Saturday to get the uniform and introductions before Monday.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N it may be hard for you to transfer her mid-year, but I'm sure you will fit well..” the teacher, who is called Cyrus, starts to go on and on with the formalities, something I have gone through many times. It was a pain to listen to, but I listened in case I missed anything important or even give a bad impression to the teacher.
After listening for 10 minutes (trying not to fall asleep), Cyrus finally stopped when there was a knock at the door.
“Good morning teacher, I am here to bring the transfer student around.” Someone with a reserved yet polite voice spoke out when the door opened and I turned speechless as I look at the newcomer.
He is really tall… Estimated probably around 6’ tall. The perfect height for a school idol! If there is any fan club, I want to join!
“Ah, good morning Zhongli… You came at the right time, I was just talking to Y/N, the transfer student. Y/N, this is Zhongli, the student council president who will be guiding you around in school. If you have any problems, just approach him for help” Cyrus said after Zhongli, the newcomer who entered the room.
“N-Nice to meet you Zhong...Zhongli” I stuttered realizing how I was staring at him like a pervert.
I can't help it! It was like Archon spilled all the handsome powder for onto creating him that everyone paled in comparison to him. Ahh… Dear Archon...Thank you for giving me a chance to be able to look at such a handsome person face to face…
“Haha… You do not have to be so nervous, we are fellow schoolmates, so we shouldn’t be so awkward to each other” Zhongli spoke to me when he heard me stutter. It was embarrassing but I felt that this embarrassment was worth it when I could see his wonderful smile and hear his laughter: his smile blinded me as his soft voice sounded like a flute playing and gently caressed my ear buds.
"Zhongli, you have to-"
“Well then, may I bring Y/N away so I can introduce the school?” Zhongli turned away and asked Cyrus who was going to start on another lecturer talk of his.
Cyrus coughs as he realized that he almost started on another speech of his “S-sure, Just make sure to pass Y/N the school uniform after that...”
Upon hearing his dismissal, Zhongli quickly brought me out of the office and was shown around in the school.
While walking, he suddenly spoke “Don’t mind Cyrus’ long-windedness, he may be long-winded, but he is actually caring and serious when he needs to.” he smiles at me which took my soul away before continuing “I hope you will enjoy yourself in school and if you have any problems, just approach me. I will do my best to help you out.. You can approach me even if you have nothing to do.”
He is really very considerate and attentive… I am looking forward to having a good time at this school. More importantly, his whole being heals me
----Cafeteria----
After introducing important places to me, I was brought to the cafeteria. By the time we reached, it was already time for lunch. Which lucky for us, as it is not very crowded, probably because it is on the weekend.
“This is the cafeteria, we have more places to eat here, but I personally recommend on this place because they have good food and atmosphere” he walks towards one of the stalls and showed me “It is cheap too” he was sure of himself as he nods to himself
I looked at the menu and almost choked on my saliva.
C-cheap…?! It is 3 times the price outside! is Zhongli… a... rich...
“Zhongli! I have been waiting for you!” One of the students approached Zhongli while pushing me away. “You are late, I forgot my mora, so please buy food for me!”
This person is really rude! There's so much space to walk, but he chose to walk into me! And.. is this person.. Trying to take advantage of Zhongli?! No on will fall for i-
“Sure, how much do you need?”
… He fell for it!
Zhongli took his wallet out and opened it... There... there's nothing inside!
"Tsk, you got no money on hand?! Tell Childe to transfer some to you!" the rude ass told him as he figured out that there was no money inside the purse
“Zhongli!” I called out as I pulled him away before he could do anything “You are not supposed to just give when someone asks! It seems like you have no mora, so why are you trying to lend it to a bully?!”
“Well...He doesn’t ask for a lot..? And he always seems to be in a hurry for it” He looked at me and tilted his head, wondering why I was overreacting. He mumbles the amount that the student usually asks for.
I was speechless as I tried to process his words... How, what, who am I?!
“D-did he pay you back?!” I ask as soon as I cleared my mind… He won’t forget right? When one borrow money, they should pay back-
“No…?”
“No?! How could yo-”
“Oi oi, what are you trying to say...little transfer student, if you want to stay in this school, you have to know who is the boss...” the student who asked for mora started approaching and pulled me by the collar, pulling me close to his face so close that I can smell his smelly breath.
“...So I am supposed to get my mora back after lending it? If that the case...” Zhongli approached grabbed the bully's arm before removing it from my collar, this allowed me to stand on the ground safely.
Before I can get away from from the bully though... I was punched in my face which forced me to squat down on the spot.
"Oh dear..."
Suddenly a new voice appeared and is accompanied by the sound of boots walking closer to us.
"Are you bullying my poor head of student councilor?"
"Ugh...!" the bully shouted in pain and I glanced up to see that the bully was lifted from the ground by the collar with people whisper as they started to enjoy the scene.
"Why are you asking Zhongli for mora when you can ask me... No wonder he always asking for more nowadays..."
"T-t-tartaglia..! If you have anything to say, let's talk somewhere private and-"
"No~ Let's settle this right now..." the guy named Tartaglia spoke in a sad voice "I hope you will leave Zhongli alone, he didn't even have time for me recently, I feel neglected"
This bully... He is a all bark and no bite guy, such a sharp contrast to how he acted before... He trumped over the weak and fear the strong
"How about all the mora you borrowed from Zhongli become mine...? Zhongli wouldn't mind right?"
"Sure" Zhongli replied as Tartaglia answered which made him smile happily
"Ah... He agreed to me! How about agreeing to my marriage propos-"
“G-give back you say…?” Once he heard about returning money, the bully cut Childe's sentence halfway as he started panicking and glancing around “Y-yes, mora…! Zhongli gave them to me! I didn’t borrow it from you! So there is no need to return!”
He break away from Tartaglia and made a dash out of the cafeteria when all of us was not focused.
“Oi! Come back!” I shouted out towards the bullying, as he ran off too quick to be chased
This is no longer as simple as giving back the mora now... As this guy, Tartaglia... He is not a simple person that just let's people off, especially when it is related to Zhongli... He is such a Zhongli simp and hates letting him (Zhongli) suffer such grievance
“Y/N it is okay, he won’t get away as long as he wants to stay in school. Let's not be bothered about him anymore...” Zhongli grabbed onto my arm when I decided to chase after him to end this before its too late for the bully to survive (From Tartaglia)
“B-but..!”
"Little kiddo... Listen to Zhongli and let me settle this.." Tartaglia met my eyes and started giving off an evil aura as grin at me. "He wanted to take advantage of Zhongli when I haven't even..."
Dear sir... Your inner thought is leaking out...
"Y/N, let's leave it to him like he suggested... We should get you to the infirmary"
As he conviniently forget Tartaglia, he took my arm and pulled me out of the cafeteria
"Zhongli! Wait..!" Tartaglia who came out of mumbling his inner thoughts started chasing after us and try to talk flirt with Zhongli
"Ajax... I thought you want to help me with the problem just now...?"
Hearing Zhongli calling Tartaglia as Ajax, I got confused as I turned from him to Tartaglia and noticed that...Tartaglia.exe stopped working and froze on the spot.
"Come on, leaving your face like this will make it painful and swollen"
---- student councilor room ----
“I am back, I brought the transfer student Y/N with me-”
Before Zhongli can announce our arrival, someone ran to the door and startled me as I was almost crashed into
“A-are you alright?!” the person who bumped into me asked in a worried voice. This girl have purple long hair which is tied in twin tail style, and even have buns that made her look like a cat.
"Keqing, We are fine... Just that Y/N is injured as this poor student was punched in the face" Zhongli replied as he stood in between us.
“My bad.. cough… so, you are the new transfer student, Y/N…? Hi, I am Keqing, one of the student councilors here...”
"You even brought this newcomer around the campus the whole day... What if you made another person crush on you..."
Keqing mumbled to herself, but I can hear what she saying... (-_-) Is she interested in Zhongli...?
She pushed me forward to a corner of the room while asking “Y/N, can you follow me for awhile? Zhongli, don't follow us, this is private talk!”
Looking at Keqing who squatted down, I proceed to join her in squatting.
"So, what is your view of Zhongli?! What do you want your relationship with him to be?! And..."
As I she fired her questions at me, my thoughts was overloaded by them and could only reply one of her questions: "I-I am a fan of Zhongli...!"
Suddenly, she looked at me with stars shining in her eyes as she grabbed both of my hands in between hers and blurted out “W-would you mind joining the fan club?!”
“Wha...What do you mean?!” I looked at Keqing in shock while slowly getting excited.
There really is a fan club?! Where do I sign?!
She glanced around the area as if to check on whether there are people listening into our conversation before leaning in to whisper to me
“You see… I am the head of the fan club... And since you are a fellow comrade fan of his... I will let you in for free! And I will give you this mini chibi version plushie of Zhongli as newcomer!”
Keqing without warning leaned even closer into my face
“Y/N, you should join the student councilor too... You can admire Zhongli from a closer distance too! Please say “Yes”... Please!”
“...Yes!” I answered without hesitation after thinking of the pros and cons
W-wait..! Did I just get a free pass to be beside Zhongli..?! …Ahhhh I can stay beside Zhongli without getting suspicious!
Keqing turned around and announced "Y/N agreed to become a new member of our team!"
Others turned around and stared at me before exploding in excitement “Hurray! We can lessen our workload!”, “Finally we have a new member after so long!", "Now there will be someone to stop Childe from disturbing Zhongli!", etc
Zhongli turned towards me and giving me a blinding smile, said “I am looking forward to having you, please take care of me in the upcoming days...”
“I-I am rooking forward to having you too! P-pwease look after mui!” I replied to him and in my excitement, I accidentally bite my tongue causing everyone in the room to laugh at me
... It is so embarrassing! It's not a bad way to start my new school life and fan member of Zhongli fan club… T_T
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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago
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Survey #383
“the big bully try to stick his finger in my chest  /  try to tell me, tell me he’s the best  /  i don’t really give a good goddamn ‘cuz i got my lunchbox & i’m armed real well”
Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Well yeah. Most of my friends are online, and while I've seen pictures of most at least once or twice, some I still haven't. The last time you threw up, what caused it? It was a side effect of a mood stabilizer I started. Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven’t yet? I'm sure there's something, idk. Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? Yes. Have you ever had a stalker? No. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? It makes me self-conscious way more than anything. I start to obsess over whether or not the person things poorly or weirdly of me for liking what I like. I just feel judged for liking it, but that's my problem. Do you like it when people give you nicknames? I do, actually. It feels kinda affectionate to me. Do you often find yourself checking out people’s butts? Haha I'm not gonna say it's never happened, but it's not something I make a habit out of for sure. What fandoms are you in? MEERKAT MANOR IS BACK BAYBEEEE, Markiplier, Silent Hill, Shadow of the Colossus, World of Warcraft, Spyro, Wings of Fire, and lots more, honestly. I'm into a lot of stuff, and I don't love in moderation, haha. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? Yeah, like Supernatural, Good Mythical Morning, or Warriors, but it wasn't out of "I don't like it anymore" or anything, I just drifted away. Anything the fans in your fandoms do that pisses you off? World of Warcraft if particular has one of the most toxic fucking fanbases. There are so many goddamn elitists and people who whine about "boohoo WoW is dying" and "omg this game has been trash since Wrath" and yada yada yada and it's annoying as hell. They always find some shit to complain about. Then Silent Hill... ugh. I think people just hop onto the "the series sux after 1-4" bandwagon to fit in with a certain crowd, but that's not the main thing that annoys me; rather, it's the fact the former main admin of the SH wiki made a fucking joke out of us there. He was clearly having personal issues and made a HUGE and utterly ridiculous deal of Silent Hill 4 having heavy symbolism to the main character being obsessed with the bullshit idea of him being circumcised, and it led to a maaaassive thread of us members trying to talk some damn sense into him as he abused his power. He was finally banned by the Wikia staff, but not in time for some gaming websites to publish "news" stories about it because it was just that ludicrous. Now, YEARS later, we still get trolls coming onto the site to try and revive the drama by inserting absolute rubbish into pages or making new ones. Nowadays I'm the main administrator there, and it's fucking embarrassing sometimes. I'm supposed to keep the wiki under control and respected, you know? Ugh, I'll stop. I could rant for a very long time about this. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffly. Do you write down your own recipes, or just commit them to memory? I don’t cook. What color do you want to dye your hair? My top three are pastel pink, lilac, and a light creamsicle orange. I REALLY want to dye it SOMETHING. :( How do you like your chicken? Of course breaded (like nuggets, tenders) is my favorite, but I also enjoy is broiled and seasoned well. There's other ways, but because I don't cook, I, uh... don't know how a lot are made lmao. Do you enjoy cheese fries? UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH YES. Do you eat refried beans? I absolutely hate beans, so no. What is a food you enjoy, but don’t have very often? A whole lot because a lot of it is from restaurants and we don't eat out all that much. As well, my diet is very narrow just because of how picky I am. Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Why? I mean, what are we comparing them for? I think Audrey is fucking gorgeous, though. Marilyn is also beautiful. Favorite fictional world? Uh, I dunno. Do you use lint rollers often? No. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I want to. Has your power ever gone out for more than a day? I think so. Other than a dislike button, what’s something you wish Facebook had? Hm, I dunno. What time do your parents normally get home from work? Mom can't work right now, but I think Dad gets off around 5PM. Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? Yep. Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? Both can work, but I definitely prefer to let it find me. I feel that *in general* that usually has better results. Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? No. I'm a very committed person romantically. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? No. Have you ever had a rash from poison ivy? I don't believe so, no. Do you have any chairs in your bedroom? No. Did you watch Elmo as a child? Some, yeah. Do you know anyone who doesn’t eat meat? I don't think so, off the top of my head. When you throw up, do you cry? No, but I'm a whiner and will also shake from fear because I have such a phobia of vomiting. Doing it totally turns me into a baby. Who was the last person to carry you? I couldn't tell you the last person to full-on carry me, but back when I tore a ligament in my foot, my mom kinda had me lifted when she would help me walk. Is it easy for you to accept loss? Absolutely not. I handle it very, very poorly. Have you done anything sneaky lately? No. Have you ever had a rolling back pack? Yes. Who knows you better than anyone else? My mom, probably. Would you ever want to go to Brazil? Sure, if the opportunity came up. Are there any medical conditions that run in your family? A lot, mostly heart problems. What band has the best guitar solos? Metallica imo. Who is the biggest jerk you've ever met? She was somehow my former best friend. Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I've never been in that situation, thankfully. What's a charity you would never donate to? I'm really not familiar enough with charities and their practices to know which ones are sketch or not. Have you ever grown your own herbs? No. Do you have any exes you'd consider dating again? Yes. What were some of your favorite classes you took in high school? Art and German. Mythology was fun, too. Do you know anyone with a profession in law? Yeah, I have a cousin that's a lawyer. Have you ever Googled yourself? Yeah, outta curiosity. What's the shortest amount of time you've had between relationships? Like, two days. Part of the reason I left Girt was because I liked Sara. As a child, what comfort foods did your parents make for you when you were sick with a cold or flu? Chicken noodle soup. What's a movie series where the sequel was better than the original? Ha, for some reason Inspector Gadget came to mind. I guess from mentioning my childhood. I was FUCKING OBSESSED with that movie as a kid. The first one's fine, but I love the second one. Does your car have heated seats? Mom's doesn't. What is the strangest pizza topping you've ever eaten? Nothing strange, really. Describe your hometown. What’s it like there? Small and dangerous. Lots of run-down areas. A gang nearly broke into our house once, if that helps you get the picture. What was the last video game you beat? I replayed Silent Hill 2 forever ago. What did you learn from your last failed relationship? It really just taught me that you need to take care of your own mental health before you can effectively handle another's properly and strike a healthy balance. What country does your favorite band hail from? Britain. What’s something on your to-do list that never actually gets done? Finish decorating my room. -_- Have you ever been really passionate about something but then lost interest? If so, what was it? Good Mythical Morning, I suppose. I used to be OB-SESSED. I still adore Rhett and Link as people, they are fucking wonderful human beings and excellent entertainers, I just drifted away from their content. I don't really know why. Do you sleep with the TV or the radio on? No. What’s the worst thing about being male/female (whichever you are)? Menstrual cycles, I'd say. It affects your mood so much, and as someone who's bipolar, it can be very confusing. I like to know why I'm feeling a certain way. What movie has the best special effects? /shrug How many work hours per week is too much for you? I wouldn't know, I've never really worked long enough to figure this out. Can you remember your first day of school? I think I have the faintest memory of it. I know I was very scared to leave my mom (I had absolutely awful separation anxiety from her) and I MIGHT have cried, but I don't really recall with certainty. Have you ever entered a modelling competition? Would you? No thanks. Did you keep any drawings/stories from when you were younger? Most, no, because the level of cringe is LITERALLY unbearable for me. Do you have a safe? Mom does somewhere. What’s the scariest thing to happen to you so far? The breakup. That night was just fucking terrifying. I was so certain my life was over, like the situation was so, so impossible in my head. What was your last dream about? (or your daydream if you don’t remember) My memory's faint, but I just remember I had a nightmare where a LOT of my bones were totally snapped in half. When was the last time you saw a relative? Excluding my immediate family, I last saw my now-departed grandmother and my uncle a while back at a hotel as they were passing through. Have you ever been in a TV audience? No. Are you in any way close to reaching a personal goal? Not really... Do you prefer crosswords or word searches? Word searches. Do you like making collages? Not really. Do you remember any inside jokes from childhood? No. What would you love to learn to do? Digital art, like drawing on a tablet. Do you prefer monkeys or lemurs? Lemurs. Do you watch movies based on the actors or the movie plot? The plot, 100%. Are you more shy in real life or on the internet? I am WAY more shy irl.
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So... I wrote a small fic which I shared on AO3 a few days ago... Takes place after the reunion in episode 16, tried to be a little funny.
I’m a beginner when it comes to writing fiction so don’t expect much, apparently this show just makes me do crazy things haha @coreastories​ was incredibly nice and beta’d my first draft, I did re-write some stuff and edit after though so just know that there might still be some errors. Fic also included below:
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Reunited
Tae-eul was the first to recover from their tear-filled reunion, standing outside of her home tightly embracing Lee Gon, the chill breeze sweeping over them.
He was finally back. He had found her.
Tae-eul felt a wave of relief wash over her whole body. All the tension which had accumulated in her muscles during the last year missing him and worrying slowly letting up.
Lee Gon meanwhile seemed to be getting more emotional by the minute, she could feel a few cold tears falling down onto her cheek, and while Tae-eul was softening in her embrace of him, he only held onto her tighter. As if scared that she would suddenly vanish.
The sudden thought made Tae-eul hug him closer. A memory of another version of this moment flashing through her mind.
“Is it really you?” he had asked her, half in agony half in hope. How many parallel universes had he been to since they last saw each other? He must have been lonely. She had never before felt so alone as she had during this last year.
Feeling yet another gush of cold air sweep over them, she decided to take action. She slowly and gently started to break up their embrace. Lee Gon allowed her to. She could feel his reluctance however, and he immediately took hold of her left hand.
She was going to tease him about being clingy, but looking up at him she was met with his adoring, but tear-stricken face. Her heart ached a little at the sight. So instead she flashed him a bright smile, which he returned with a gentle one. But then he looked away, avoiding her gaze while blinking repeatedly - seemingly becoming aware and slightly embarrassed about his lack of composure.
”Okay, okay…” Tae-eul said, while using her free hand to turn his head back towards her, using her thumb to try to wipe away his tears. “Come here, let’s go inside”. Gon only managed to chuckle wetly in response.
Taking the lead, she dragged him after her up the stairs and towards her door. Before going in, he tugged her hand to stop, and with slight desperation tried to wipe away his stubborn tears, which still kept falling.
”Don’t worry about it,” Tae-eul told the now slightly awkward and clearly struggling proud King. ”My father is not even at home… and he is a bit of a cry-baby as well.” The comment earned her a startled but bright laugh, making her heart feel impossibly light. She just couldn’t help teasing him. She had missed it. She had missed him, and now he was finally here.
***
Inside, Lee Gon was shuffling around in her kitchen. Officially for the purpose of making them tea, having insisted that he should be the one to do it while she sat down. Tae-eul saw through him however - he was clearly actually trying to regain some semblance of composure before returning eye contact again.
After hanging up the beautiful magic lilies he had brought her in her room she sat down at the dining table. Observing fondly how the now almost recovered King was moving around between the stove and cupboards, the memory of the last time they had been in her house flashing through her mind.
It felt like it was so long ago. In a manner of speaking it had only been about a year, and in another way - to most of the world, it had not happened at all.
She remembered her father’s face, the lack of recognition, when she had for once mentioned Lee Gon’s name. She had been too tired, and her father had asked about her necklace for the third time that evening. There were no words to describe how awful it had been seeing her father’s confused expression. It had been an unexpectedly stark reminder of Lee Gon’s absence.
Gazing out of the window, observing the trees now moving with the breeze, Tae-eul couldn’t help but recall how she had simply walked out of her house that evening. She had walked around Seoul for hours, not returning home until dawn. She couldn’t even properly remember where she had been. She had promised herself not to do that again, for her father’s sake - and for her own. Thankfully her dad hadn’t noticed, having gone to bed before she left and not woken up before she returned. He had however never brought up her necklace again after that.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the two blue cups of tea Lee Gon sat down on the table in front of her, his hand settling on her shoulder as he shot her a concerned look. “Are you alright?”
She just nodded in response smiling, and he dragged out the chair to her right to sit down next to her, his gentle smile in response to hers managing somehow to ease the pain of the memory.
They sat there for who knows how long talking and drinking tea. When Tae-eul told him about going into the in-between with Lee Lim, Gon suddenly clasped onto both of her hands on the table firmly, but didn’t interrupt, which she was incredibly thankful for.
As she told him exactly how everything had played out in the space between their worlds he only gave her a long look, a mixture of worry and guilt, but also gratitude being reflected in his dark eyes. She could tell that he had reached the same conclusion as her. That it likely was because she had been in the in-between when time ‘reset’ that she could remember him.
She couldn’t help but notice how his expression was not too dissimilar to the way he had looked at her when she had told him how she’d missed him, when he had finally reached her after she had escaped from Lee Lim’s henchmen. She also realized that she wanted nothing more than to erase that hint of guilt from his eyes, and she started to gently play with his thumbs to try to reassure him.
“Thank you for coming back”, she said, suddenly feeling that it was important to make him understand just how much it meant to her.
He just looked back at her and she was struck by how vulnerable he suddenly seemed. His hands had squeezed onto hers harder as she had thanked him. His expression now reminiscent of when he had admitted to her that he had worried, in the aftermath of her first visit to the Kingdom of Corea, that she wouldn’t want him to come back. She recognised that look of slight fear reflected in his eyes from that time.
“Thank you”, Gon replied, while he reached over and hugged her close. He repeated his thanks several times in a soft slightly wavering voice next to her ear as he held onto her, cradling her close.
Tae-eul was not sure if he was thanking her for simply being where he could find her, or if it was for remembering him. It felt impossibly big whatever he was thanking her for. Hugging him back tightly however, she couldn’t bring herself to ask at the moment. He was here with her. He was okay. That was all that mattered.
They sat like that for quite a while. Later when she asked him about how the coup had played out she could feel him tense up.
Being no stranger to interrogations with somewhat unwilling witnesses Tae-eul knew that he was holding something back, and promptly used one of her remaining unused rules to demand he tell her the whole truth. He leaned back and chuckled in response to her pragmatic request, the playful spark in his eyes having returned.
His laugh was probably one her favourite sounds in the world, she realized, shaking her head, internally chided herself for being silly.
When he finally told her about his initial plan to wait to shoot Lee Lim until the traitor was strangling his younger self her heart almost stopped. The sheer panic she had experienced when his flowers had started to disappear suddenly resurfacing. She hit his shoulder. Hard. He yelped, probably more in surprise than pain but still.
”Are you crazy?!” she exclaimed. He turned fully towards her in response, looking at her with a heavy expression and held onto her hands tightly while continuing to tell her about that night. About Yeong’s refusal to abide by the King’s final request, and about how her words about choosing to be brave had dared him to let the night play out differently.
“There was a beautiful, and simple equation”, he told her, smiling that gentle smile she had missed so much. Tae-eul felt her sudden distress drain away as she took in his words. Focusing on his hands which still held onto hers tight. The contact reminding her that he was here now. That there were no more murderous uncles hiding in the shadows and no universes on the brink of breaking apart.
They made more tea, and continued to talk about everything. Big and small, about how Eun-sup and Jo Yeong were doing. She was delighted to hear about Yeong’s new siblings and Gon was very excited to hear about Eun-sup’s career successes. He looked almost like a proud parent Tae-eul realized, crossing his arms with a very pleased expression when she told him about how Eun-sup had recently started working for the NIS. They talked about their new memories, Tae-eul laughing at Gon’s embarrassment as he told her about how he had as a child idealized his new rescuer to Yeong during their childhood, and at his complaints about how Yeong nowadays was way too smug with himself. They also talked about their “old” memories, about the two versions of their first meeting and the subsequent days. They laughed fondly at how they had both been taken aback by the other’s “forwardness”.
***
At some point later they were sitting on her sofa and Gon was tugging down his black shirt, having taken off the glorious suit, to show her his - or rather the lack of, his former scar. She couldn’t stop her fingers from tracing over where she remembered it used to be. Lee Gon went very still. She realized she could feel his pulse, which was beating fast as she started tracing over the top of his collarbone. Almost like as if under a spell she continued tracing her fingers over his naked skin, feeling his pulse beat harder and faster.
Gon suddenly took hold of her wrist, stopping her, and she realised that he was breathing harder than before. His face now only centimetres from hers, and meeting his eyes she saw how they had darkened and there was a soft, and slightly desperate look in them. She slowly brought her hands up to hold his face, gazing intently into those dark eyes.
Longing, was what she saw, and she knew immediately that he must be seeing the same sentiment reflected back at him in her eyes.
He’s really here.
She used her hands on the sides of his face to suddenly pull him into a kiss. It was hard and more desperate than anything else. She needed him closer and feeling him against her she was suddenly struck with the realization that she wouldn’t ever let him go.
Gon was not slow to respond. Deepening the kiss, slowly taking control and calming it down, withdrawing after a long moment, resting his forehead against hers,
“I missed you.” He said with such raw emotion, voice low and slightly horse, that Tae-eul suddenly felt almost overwhelmed, her tears threatening to resurface.
A few long seconds passed and then the playful spark returned to his eyes and he smiled teasingly at her.
In the next moment Gon had manoeuvred them so that he was hovering on top of her, while she was under him with her back against the sofa, his arms supporting him. The transition was not smooth, as she had simply refused to let go of him for even just a second. Her arms locking him to her from behind his neck, as she hanged onto him. Her heart racing.
Looking up at him, seeing the wanting expression in his eyes, she realized that he was too far away and pulled him down towards her.
“Tae-eul, are you home?” Her father’s voice suddenly rang out from the yard “Help me with the groceries!”
As quickly as Lee Gon had pounced he had thrown himself back. Standing suddenly very tall in her living room, hair a mess, and overall looking way too dishevelled. He had probably never looked less like a King and more like a normal boyfriend, Tae-eul realized. And she almost couldn’t stop herself from laughing at his frozen almost panicked expression.
It made him look younger. She also couldn’t help but notice that the red slight puffiness around his eyes was now matching the colour of his earlobes. She loved him. So much.
The sound of her dad’s familiar footsteps echoing outside from climbing up their staircase interrupted her musings.
This was not ideal, Tae-eul was no prude but this was... not great. So she threw herself at the door, locking it, and then grabbed the still quite frozen King’s wrist and dragged him into the bathroom. Gesticulating in an only slightly threatening manner that he should wash his face and be quiet. Gon’s face unfathomably managing to become even redder, while he opened his mouth to - most likely, protest. Not waiting for him to respond she shut the door in his face and ran back into the living room.
“Why did you lock the door?!” Her father grumbled, slightly annoyed as she opened it for him, no real frustration in his voice. He unloaded his bags onto the table and she started helping him pick out the groceries. Seeing the two teacups, he asked,
“Was Na-ri here?”, at the lack of response he looked back at her, “Eun-sup?”, “Ah, eh no…” Tae-eul at first hesitated, but seeing the confusion in her father’s eyes she made a swift decision, “My boyfriend is here.” She couldn’t tell what happened first, if it was Lee Gon almost falling out of the bathroom - a consequence of being slightly too tall for the door, or if it was her dad accidentally bumping over one of the teacups. Which she managed to catch just as it it fell off the table.
Lee Gon looked much more presentable now, still dressed in his black clothes, his hair almost covering his eyes, and thankfully neither hair nor clothes were in a state of complete disarray anymore. Her father’s eyes had gone round in surprise at her response and he was now staring at the tall stranger standing in his living room at 11 pm.
“Ah, yes… Good evening, sir,” Gon greeted awkwardly, looking a bit lost, before remembering to bow respectfully.
Her father merely blinking in response, stunned at the sudden development.
“I’m Lee Gon, I’m so sorry to disturb you so late,” Gon said apologetically, voice gaining its usual confidence - and now seeming genuinely, or at least very politely sorry for intruding.
“… Lee Gon” her father repeated, suddenly looking at Tae-eul. “The one who gave you that necklace?” He asked, startling Gon by suddenly shooting him a suspicious look.
“Ah, yes... He works with Eun-sup,” Tae-eul suddenly said quickly, realising that a job at NIS would be a good excuse to avoid having to answer too many questions about what Gon does. “He’s been away... and he’s staying over tonight.” She suddenly added, but before she was able to say anything else she was interrupted by Gon’s startled coughing fit and she realised that her dad looked like someone had hit him over the head with a shovel.
“He came a long way to visit, it’s late, and so we are letting him stay here on the sofa. Alright... dad?” Tae-eul said slowly, slightly worried that her father might actually be having a heart attack. After a few seconds he just nodded, still seeming a bit dumbfounded.
After a few minutes of very awkward conversation, where her father had finally greeted Lee Gon, he had simply wished them goodnight and withdrawn to his room to sleep. Seemingly choosing to simply retreat from the strange situation.
Tae-eul looked for a blanket in the old dresser for Gon, having already given him some oversized clothes to sleep in. She put away their tea cups while Gon was borrowing the bathroom to freshen up and change. Coming out a few minutes later, he was dressed in an oversized blue sweatshirt and black sweatpants that miraculously seemed to fit alright, and Tae-eul handed him the blanket and made him sit down on the sofa. Trying to leave the King on said sofa proved more difficult than expected however. As Gon simply took hold of her hand and refused to let go.
“Don’t go,” he said, and Tae-eul simply stopped pretending like she was going to, and sat down next to him, leaning onto him while he put his arm around her.
“That’s my line.” She said in her somewhat, but not actually, annoyed tone. The one she had used when telling him not to drop romantic lines when she was hungry. Sightly more serious she looked up at him and added, “Don’t you dare leave without telling me.”
“I won’t,” Gon responded, looking at her intently.
“I’m serious, I won’t let you go,” Tae-eul said, and then added in a casual tone, “Yeong can declare me a kidnapper if he wants, I don’t care - also the royal guards have no jurisdiction here.” Gon only laughed in response, seeming very amused at the thought of having been kidnapped.
“I’m the one who won’t let you go, you know,” he then said pointedly, demonstrating his words by grabbing onto one of her hands firmly and holding it up in front of her.
She smiled teasingly in response, burrowing into his side and added before she could stop herself, “Who knew that the King of the Kingdom of Corea was so clingy?”
Gon just chuckled at that and as if taking her words as a challenge he held onto her closer and whispered into her hair something about kidnapping her in turn tomorrow.
“I don’t think I’ve ever slept on a sofa.” He whispered a few minutes later, and Tae-eul didn’t know if she found his quite amused tone at the prospect annoying or endearing. Both probably. She did know for sure that she loved the royal idiot sitting beside her. A lot.
The next morning her father found his daughter sleeping on the sofa, covered by their green old blanket, her head resting on her boyfriend’s thighs as if they were a pillow. The boyfriend in question having fallen asleep sitting up on said sofa.
The breakfast was slightly awkward.
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