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[dailyjevil]

jevil but invisible

Day 144 of posting Jevil every day

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member has rizz ft Big Sis Tzuyu

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hey, can I request something?.. the request is. The 10th member got nickname as 'star' and in fanmeeting there are some fan said 'you are the brightest star I ever seen' Rizz I knew so the 10th member rizz back 'i don't want to be the brightest star for you but I want to be the longest star that brighting for you' cheezy I know but unfortunately the member (tzuyu) beside her is heard what she said and probably tease her

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a bustling Saturday evening in Seoul, and TWICE had just taken the stage for a fan meeting. The venue was filled with eager fans, all hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite idols and share a brief moment with them. Among the members, Y/N, the 10th and youngest member, had earned a nickname from her fans: star.

The nickname had come about because of the younger girl's radiant smile and bright personality, which seemed to shine like a star to her fans. She was known for her infectious laughter and her ability to light up any room. Her fellow TWICE members often teased her about her nickname, but the maknae took it in stride.

As the fan meeting progressed, the unnies engaged with their fans, sharing stories, laughter, and even shedding a few tears. Y/N was always excited to connect with the people who had supported her and her group, and she was known for her heartfelt interactions.

During a break in the event, TWICE's sunshine found herself answering questions from the fans. The atmosphere was electric, and the crowd was eager to hear her thoughts. One fan, in particular, stood out in the crowd, holding a sign that read: 

You are the brightest star I have ever seen.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude as she read the sign. It was moments like these that reminded her of the deep connection she shared with her fans. She picked up the microphone and responded with a heartfelt message. 

Y/N - Thank you so much for your love and support. It means the world to me. But I don't want to be the brightest star for you. I want to be the longest star that keeps brightening your life. *winks*

Her words were met with cheers and applause from the audience, and many fans felt their hearts swell with emotion. Y/N's response was indeed cheesy, but it came from the heart, and that's what mattered most.

As the youngest set the microphone down, she turned to Tzuyu, who was sitting beside her, and gave her a bright smile. Tzuyu couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's cheesy response. She leaned in and teased her only dongsang.

Tzuyu - The longest star, huh? You're really laying it on thick, kiddo.

Y/N laughed, brushing off the teasing. 

Y/N - Hey, I wanted to say something meaningful, okay?

Tzuyu grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. 

Tzuyu - Well, you certainly did that. I'll have to remember that one for future fan meetings.

The fan meeting continued, and Y/N's heart was warmed by the interactions she had with her fans. She took time to sign autographs, take selfies, and share personal stories with those who had come to see her. She felt a deep sense of gratitude for the love and support she received from her fans, and it motivated her to work even harder as an idol.

After the fan meeting had concluded, TWICE gathered backstage to unwind and reflect on the day's events. Y/N, still beaming from the positive energy of the fans, found herself sitting next to Tzuyu. She nudged Tzuyu playfully and spoke with a funny tone. 

Y/N - You know unnie, it's not easy coming up with those cheesy lines on the spot.

Tzuyu laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. 

Tzuyu - I know, I know. But it was cute, and the fans loved it. You really are their shining star. *kisses the youngest's forehead*

TWICE's angel blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. She appreciated Tzuyu's support and understanding. 

Y/N - Thanks, Tzuyu unnie. You always know how to make me feel better. *smiles*

The other girls joined in the conversation, sharing their own experiences and interactions with the fans during the fan meeting. It was clear that they all cherished these moments and the deep connection they had with their supporters.

As the evening turned into night, all the members of TWICE decided to go out for a late dinner to celebrate the successful fan meeting. They chose a cosy restaurant in the heart of Seoul, where they could relax and enjoy each other's company.

Y/N found herself sitting next to her Tzuyu unnie again, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to bring up her cheesy response once more. 

Y/N - So, unnie, what do you think of my 'longest star' line now? *smirks*

Tzuyu chuckled and nudged her little sister back. 

Tzuyu - You know, I think it's grown on me. Maybe you can teach me some of your cheesy tricks for the next fan meeting.

Y/N laughed, feeling grateful for the connection she shared with her older sisters. They might tease each other, but their bond was unbreakable, and they knew how to support and lift each other up when it mattered most.

As they enjoyed their meal and shared stories from the fan meeting, TWICE's pride and joy felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was living her dream as a member of TWICE, and she was surrounded by a loving and supportive family of unnies and devoted fans. It was moments like these that made all the hard work and dedication worthwhile.

In the heart of Seoul, under the warm glow of the restaurant's lights, TWICE celebrated not just a successful fan meeting but also the enduring bond they shared as a group. And as Y/N looked around the table at her fellow members, she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest star in the universe.

And this made her have only one thought:

I'll love my beloved chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

ok, let me know if it's too many questions in one ask, next time I'll probably divide them in two different requests 😅

1. Is your Tav Baldurian? If yes, did they grow up in BG? If not, where are they from?

(I know you said in the streets, but where exactly? I'm not much into BG3 lore, haven't played it, but i'd be interested to know)

2. Do they have any siblings? Are they any close?

3. Who were they raised by?

4. Are they close with whoever raised them?

8. Do they have any pets? (you never mentionned any, but maybe in the past?)

13. Are they well known by others or do they stick to the shadows?

14. Do they have any childhood friends?

16. Favorite childhood memory?

17. Worst childhood memory?

18. What did they want to be when they were younger?

thanks :) hope you have a nice day.

It's never too many! Thank you for sending me all of these. :D

1. Is your Tav Baldurian? If yes, did they grow up in BG? If not, where are they from?

I'm leaning towards not. They might have originally been from Baldur's Gate, but after their mother died their father moved them out of the city so they were on the road a lot.

Their dad had a habit of piling up debts and then skipping town only just remembering to take Tav with them. After their father finally left them behind, it was scrounging around various villages and cities.

2. Do they have any siblings? Are they any close?

Answered here

3. Who were they raised by?

Answered here

4. Are they close with whoever raised them?

Lyrik was the closest thing to a proper parent they ever had, but that doesn't mean he taught them the right lessons. He was the one who gifted Tav their first violin. He taught them how to perform and ways to make a living besides cleaning dishes and begging for food. But like so many others, Tav was still left with the feeling that they had to earn the right to stay. He wasn't there to raise a kid, but to act as a mentor to an apprentice.

8. Do they have any pets?

Answered here

13. Are they well known by others or do they stick to the shadows?

I don't think they're particularly well known by others, but I don't think they stick to the shadows. What they're good at is being charming and getting people to like them. However, they usually don't stick around long enough to make lasting friendships and due to their own issues assume that others forget about them as soon as they leave. They're genuinely caught by surprised when they enter into a town they haven't been in for a while and the tavern owner fondly remembers them.

The best way I think to describe Tav is easy to like, but hard to know.

14. Do they have any childhood friends?

There are a few they remember from the caravan, but most of them were about four or five years older. Tav spent a lot of their time just trying to keep up.

16. Favorite childhood memory?

The first time they performed. They were nervous, scared they would mess up but Lyrik told them it was okay to be scared, they didn't need to be fearless to do something, they just needed to do it. It was the first time they actually felt brave.

17. Worst childhood memory?

The first night after their dad left them. They were staying in a tavern not far out from Baldur's Gate. Their father said he was going out and would be right back, but as the day turned to night, their father remained a no show.

Tav went down to ask where their father was and the innkeeper berated them, saying how much their father still owed him for the rooms and debts he collected at the gambling table. Realizing that Tav's father had no doubt skipped town, the innkeeper took the remainder of their belongings as payment and told Tav to leave.

They spent that night on the streets, buried in an alleyway hoping nobody would see them. It wouldn't be the last time they were left alone in the dark, but it was certainly the worst.

18. What did they want to be when they were younger?

Answered here

Tav Backstory Ask Game

[hiraethwa]

OMG??? ANON???? WHOEVER REQUESTED YOU TURN THIS ON DESERVES A BIG FAT KISS 🥴🥴🥴🥴

Anyways, I just want to tell you that you’re my favorite author. Like ever. Whenever you post I genuinely get so happy because your writing is so beautiful. I hope you enjoy your break from One Summer Day, you deserve one. It’s good to take breaks!!! I love the way you characterize people and your angst makes me feel things!

Please keep writing, it fills me with joy when you post. You’re also such a funny and amazing person. Like. Hello??? Share with the rest of us. I love how your brain works, and all of the random things I wake up to. Love you Ave <333

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪

(Who you have no idea who it is 🥷)

mmmm hi 🍪 anon!! (whom i don't know who it is)

thank you for your kind words <3 it means a lot!! (this put the biggest grin on my face) i am overcritical my own work so it is easy to get into the hole of 'this is not good enough' and i accidentally end up not posting for 8 weeks... but i think i am getting better at it! (sometimes posting with a few sentences that feel a bit off, but i just close my eyes and hit post now)

i am so SO thankful of that post you made a few months ago (omg how long has it been now???) that connected us :D also love to hear your random thoughts and ideas and brain blast (MUACKS)

uhmmmm, am i funny?? idk what to share with the internet hahaha

you made my day 🍪 :)

[mfingenius]

Hey, I’d love a drarry in 4th year where Draco is Harry’s second task and/or they go together to the Yule Ball (a lot of provocation between them!)

Harry's staring; logically, he knows he should hurry, knows he doesn't have time to simply float around, contemplating life, but Malfoy is there, floating motionlessly beside Hermione and Gabrielle Delacour and Harry is confused.

Cho was obviously Cedric's task; that had been clear enough even before Cedric had grabbed her - while Harry had just watched, as confused as he is now - and Hermione has to be Krum's. There's no Durmstrang student, and - as far as Harry knows - Krum only talks to Hermione.

Gabrielle Delacour is Fleur's. She's her sister, it's as simple as that.

Which means that whoever designed this Merlin forsaken task thought Malfoy was 'what he'd sorely miss'.

Where the fuck were they getting their information?

Harry's startled out of his silent shock when Krum pushes by, half transformed into a shark, and frees Hermione.

He gives him an odd look while he swims back up, which is quite an impressive feat with what is possibly the least expressive animal's head as his own.

Right.

Right.

He frees Malfoy with a quick Diffindo, and grabs his wrist so he won't simply go away while he looks around; his time must be almost up - he can almost feel it, the effect of the gillyweed beginning to fade, his lungs beginning to feel unpleasant with water in them - which means Fleur needs to show up to get her sister, soon, but she's just - not.

He looks at Malfoy's face; he looks unexpectedly young and - handsome, almost - like this. There's no denying his aristocratic nose and high cheekbones are appealing - at least to Harry, who doesn't know how Ron could possibly think Malfoy's 'weird-looking' - but Harry doesn't usually have time to appreciate it, since Malfoy immediately ruins it by opening his mouth.

Fleur is still not showing up.

Gabrielle, who looks exactly like Fleur, looks like a kid even to Harry; if he'd been deemed too young to participate in the games, why is everyone in this task as young as he is, or younger?

Surely, he tries to reassure himself, the heads of school wouldn't let them rot here.

Even if the egg said they would, even if it said it 'wouldn't come back'. These are children.

Harry only has to ponder half a moment more before he decides that he doesn't trust adults that much.

A matching Diffindo frees Gabrielle, and he drags her and Malfoy up with merepeople grabbing at his feet, with his lungs filling with water, heart bursting in his chest and vision darkening at the edges because he can't breathe and he can't get out and-

He breaks the surface and hears screaming, and he's coughing up water and maybe blood - or maybe it's not his, but someone is bleeding, because the water around them is turning pink - and he wants to sink right back down, wants to rest.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle!" Fleur's shrieking is louder than anyone else's, but Harry thinks that's fair; he's never had a sibling, but he can't imagine thinking they were going to die because of a school approved activity.

Everyone else is cheering, he realizes; they're happy for him, for them, they think this is good.

He manages to catch sight of Cedric's, Krum's, and Fleur's faces, and none of them look like they're feeling anything even slightly positive.

"Potter?" He finally looks at Malfoy. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Harry can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him. What is he doing? What was Malfoy doing, representing the thing Harry would sorely miss? Dumbledore - or the merepeople, or whoever made this decision - could've taken Ron, could've taken any Weasley, hell, they could've taken bloody Mrs. Norris, and Harry thinks they would've been a better choice than Malfoy.

He tightens his grip around Malfoy's and Gabrielle's arms, and begins dragging them towards the other contestants; as soon as they're there, hands are reaching in and pulling them all out, wrapping them in blankets, and Fleur is hugging Gabrielle and crying and Malfoy's teeth are chattering and Harry can still feel water in his lungs and he can't think.

"Merlin, Harry, you're bleeding!" Hermione exclaims.

Harry looks down and realizes she's right; the merepeople got him with their claws.

"Come on," she says, cheeks red from the cold. "We'll get you to the infirmary."

*

Slytherins keep making kissy sounds at him in the hallways, and it gets worse whenever Malfoy is around; he'd think this is Malfoy's doing, except the bastard looks just as embarrassed as Harry - if not more than Harry - when it happens.

They can't quite even look at each other anymore, let alone argue, because if they even say a word to each other, there are three dozen people suddenly watching.

Which is how Harry finds out he would kind of miss Malfoy if he were gone.

In the totally not friendly, even less romantic, entirely normal rival kind of way.

Obviously.

He likes to think Malfoy misses him a little bit too.

Which is, of course, why Harry seeks him out after checking the Marauders' map and making sure there's no one else within a hundred meters of them.

"What the-" Harry has to cover Malfoy's mouth, because if not, it would ruin his plan of quietly shoving Malfoy into the broom shed.

"Shut up, you git," he says, looking around and shutting the door behind him; Malfoy bites his hand, hard, and Harry muffles a yelp, pulling it back.

Malfoy smirks, looking quite pleased with himself, and Harry glares.

"What do you want?" Malfoy asks, looking around and upturning his nose; his features are decidedly less appealing when he's talking; Harry wants to shut him up. "Why'd you bring me here? It's disgusting, Potter."

And yeah, okay, the broom shed isn't quite nice - it has just as many spiders and much more dust than Harry's old cupboard under the stairs - but it's not like they could talk anywhere else.

"I didn't want other people listening," he says.

Malfoy looks at him incredulously. "Listening to what?"

Which makes Harry realize that he didn't really have a plan after this, and yeah, it might've been a bad idea.

What does he want to do? Talk to Malfoy? Apologize? For what? Insult the bastard? Argue? It wouldn't be too hard, considering Malfoy's a pointy, contrarious git, but Harry suddenly doesn't know why he dragged Malfoy in here, either.

He can't let Malfoy know that.

"You never thanked me," he says.

Malfoy's look turns more incredulous, first, and then his eyes narrow furiously, jaw tightening.

"Thanked you for what, Potter?" he asks, crossing his arms. "Making sure every single person in this awful school thinks we're secretly dating? Making sure I can't get down a bloody hallway without some idiotic Gryffindor asking me something beyond inappropriate about you? Making my parents think there's something going on between us so they're threatening to disown me?"

"What?" Harry asks, immediately thrown off. "Your parents would disown you if we were dating?"

Malfoy looks taken aback, like he didn't expect himself to say that, and he looks away. "Forget it. I'm not thanking you."

"Your parents would disown you for dating me?" Harry asks, still stuck on that fact. "Why?"

Malfoy looks troubled, and he shakes his head, looking at the door like he wants to flee; unfortunately for him, Harry's blocking it.

"Are we done here?" he asks. "I'd really rather not spend time in a shed with you."

"Oh, please, you'd love to spend time in a shed with me." Harry rolls his eyes, because he, too, is easy to goad into an argument, as long as it's Malfoy doing the goading.

"Yeah? What part of this do you think I'm loving?" Malfoy asks drily.

Harry doesn't have an answer except for the realization that he himself isn't having the worst time of his life. He isn't even having the worst time he's had today.

"Arguing," he says dumbly.

Malfoy looks at him incredulously again, and then he shakes his head, almost to himself.

"Go to the infirmary, Potter," he says, sliding past him, twisting himself in an almost impressive way so he doesn't touch Harry at all. "Tell Pomfrey to check for head injuries."

"Would you care if I did have a head injury?" Harry asks, already knowing he doesn't have one but not willing to quite reject the idea, because he's enjoying time with Malfoy. He's enjoying arguing with Malfoy.

Malfoy snorts and rolls his eyes. "Sure, Potter. If you end up in the infirmary with a head injury, I'll visit and even bring you flowers, I pinky swear."

He leaves the shed, and leaves Harry blinking after him.

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[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 4)

platonic! mori ougai x f!reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

previous: the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

author’s note: it’s port mafia time! ages are still one year younger than canon

also!! my 100 followers event still has 7 5 4 3  2  1 spot open for requests!! go check out this post for more info!! i’d like to get the whole prompt list done early so i have time to write them! (event is now closed as of feb. 10, 2021)

another doctor? oh wait, another doctor and his daughter

as you expected, ranpo and fukuzawa have not let you go easy after what had happened a couple days prior (3 days ago to be exact)

one of them, or more often than not, the two of them would go visit the bakery at least twice a day

once in the morning right before opening, and the second time right before closing

if they could, they would visit around lunch time, but that was usually yosano

tbh you were thankful that yosano hasn’t been as overbearing as the other two but you knew she probably wanted to give you a break because holy shit are they extremely over protective

currently, it was the fourth day of being watched by the two eldest ada members, but there were no said ada members with you at the moment

and boy were you overjoyed

turns out, the ada has an important escort job for a government official or smth, and on top of that, fukuzawa has a bunch of meetings to attend

even ranpo has his hands full with a couple of difficult murder cases across the country

you’re lowkey, no highkey, worried bc you learned literally 3 days ago that ranpo doesn’t know how to ride the train 😀😀

you were worried abt them, there’s no question, but on the inside you were a bit relieved to which ranpo called you out on it immediately 

that led to the two of you going at each other’s throats for nearly half an hour

let’s just say fukuzawa scolded the two fo you for a while

going back to the present, it was around one pm and you had just finished sending a text message to both fukuzawa and ranpo (cause they insisted) when a little blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a red dress matching with a red bow in her hair and red shoes walked in

she immediately went to the glass case to look at the desserts displayed

as she looked around, you watched her at the corner of your eyes and a with a smile as you wiped down one of the tables

after wiping down the table, you quickly went to go wash your hands and you walked over and stood next to her

you bent slightly and smiled bigger as she stared at one of the treats in the glass

“is that the one you want?”

she nodded without looking away from the glass

you giggled before going to the back and placing the one she wanted on the plate and held it out to her

the blonde was honestly so confused bc one, no adult supervision, and two, there was no tell tale way to know that she had money

to you, she was an open book so when she looked at you, her face immediately read “but i have no money, or a parent...??”

you simply patted her head and pushed along to one of the nearby tables and pulled a chair for her

you did not regret anything when you saw the look on her face when you told her that it was on the house

“name’s elise!” “i’m (y/n)!”

:D

you sat with her for a while continuing to give her sweets she reminded you of ranpo in all honestly and talking abt random things

she mostly complained abt a “rintarou” though

speaking of which, when a man in a doctor’s coat came through the door near screaming “elise-chan! elise-chan!” you figured that was probably the rintarou she was complaining abt

you smiled as you watched the two interact

“elise-chan why would just disappear like that?!”

“i wanted to see rintarou cry”

“so mean!”

...their behavior was questionable but endearing ig

“rintarou” suddenly turned to you, thanking you for “taking care of his daughter bc she’s always getting into trouble”

*cue angry noises and face from elise*

he introduced himself as a “local neighborhood doctor”

you smelled bullshit but didn’t say anything bc he has been kind to you so far

he asked you how he could repay you and you were thinking that you can actually win something bc you’re not refusing an ada member oh you poor oblivious child but you were appalled when elise answered for you

it went like this

“is there anything i can repay you with for taking care of my dear elise-chan? perhaps paying for all the sweets she has eaten?”

“oh no! don’t worry abt that, it’s nothing! it was a pleasure getting to know—”

“let’s buy out all of her food!”

h u h

you knew she enjoyed your pastries and stuff but like w h a t

you inwardly sigh in relief when the doctor agreed with you that “that’s a bit much elise-chan” and you were thanking every deity out there when suddenly

she threw a temper tantrum

you watched in confusion and slight horror at the 180 of the sweet little girl you were talking to like 10 minutes ago

her guardian panicked slightly and tried to get her to calm down but ahaha no that didn’t happen

“WAHH rintarou!! but i want it!! (y/n)’s food is the best i’ve ever had!!”

“b-but elise-chan, we can’t just buy—”

“i’ll wear all the dresses i’ve ever rejected and more if we buy it out right now and keep buying sweets here forever”

“...deal”

your eyes twitch at the “innocent” smiles the two gave you after their “talk”

fast forward literally 5 minutes and you’ve already flipped the close sign on your door with note (saying you’re sold out) and you’re all over the place running around behind the counter trying to fit everything into boxes as the two are sitting on a nearby table lightly chatting

about 20-25, nearly 30 minutes later you finishing packing everything in the glass case

it was a lot

we’re literally talking about tiered cakes and dozens of batches of cookies, cupcakes, literally everything and anything

when the two notice you’re done they get up meet you by the register

“a-ano, you really don’t have to buy all of this...the total is going to be quite large...”

“no worries!”

honestly at this point, you kind of missed the chaotic calls from ranpo that happened like every half hour

you thought you were done being surprised for the day but next thing you know men in suits come into Sakura’s and begin to load the boxes into a black car

dealing with the detectives was already starting to be a handful and now you have to deal whoever the hell these two people where

quite frankly, you were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this

like-

who buys out a whole bakery?!

and who has the money to buy out a whole bakery?!

what kind of job could you possibly have?!

was this guy really just a doctor?!

right before the two leave you call out to them

“a-ah wait! i don���t think i ever caught your name!”

the two blink at you before eyeing each other

“mori ougai” 😄😄

you started smelling bad shits again 

>:/

it was a weird feeling

you felt something off but at the same time, you weren’t really afraid 

and with that the two left

you were already tired from this whole thing but you now get the rest of the day off

so i guess something worked out in your favor

until the next fricking day

again, ranpo and fukuzawa canceled out on you

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or not

and as soon as you thought you were going to have a normal business day, guess who walked through the doors

yeah that’s right

“the local neighborhood doctor” and his daughter

you froze before eyeing them with suspicion

if mori was amused, he didn’t show it, only giving you a smile

elise immediately left his side and practically leaped onto you making you cut yourself with the knife you were holding

well shit now you’re bleeding

it was only 7:15 in the morning; you had literally just opened

you were cursing every deity out there

you quickly grab a nearby and press it against your wound and scrambled around looking for the first aid kit you had nearby

“oh? (y/n)-kun are you bleeding?”

“(y/n) i’m sorry!”

“a-ah, no worries elise-chan”

you really need to stop spacing out bc next thing you know, the sign on your door is flipped to close again (along with the same note from yesterday explaining you’re sold out taped on the door) and you’re sitting at a table with elise in your lap and mori wrapping your hand in a bandage

“tsk tsk (y/n)-kun you need to be more careful...but it is elise-chan’s fault”

“die rintarou!”

“but no worries! it’s not that deep so you don’t need stitches”

“thank you, mori-san, but can i ask why you and elise-chan are here again? not that i mind...”

whether or not you were lying is up to you

“oh we’re here to buy out your stock again!”

“wait what-”

the fuck???

did they not just buy everything yesterday???

frozen, you stare at the man in front if you with said man giving you another “innocent” smile

this little shit

wait till you meet dazai

but i guess that’s why the sign on the door is flipped to close bc you don’t even remember flipping it yourself or taping the note from yesterday to the door

you spent the next half hour trying to convince the two over some tea (your signature one of course) that “no you don’t need to or should buy everything i have, you’re going to deprive the rest of my customers”

cough cough ranpo

like the day before, you were losing this argument

can you just never win?

as you were losing the argument (obviously) you realized that you don’t even know why they want to buy everything again

“mori-san, why do the two of you even want to buy everything in the first place?”

“ah it was elise-chan’s request of course! but i do admit, after trying some of your sweets myself, i grew quite attached! so did the rest of my subordinates after my precious elise-chan made them try it, not like they could refuse her or me; i am their boss after all (y/n)-kun.”

*cue confusion*

“subordinates? wait are those the guys from yesterday?? aren’t you a doctor...?”

“ah ex-doctor actually, i’m the leader of the port mafia”

...

“ah (y/n)-kun that’s quite the coughing fit you have going on, do you need water?”

if it wasn’t obvious, you choked on your tea and had quite the coughing fit; you were wheezing and everything making elise leave you lap and settling for dangling over mori’s shoulders

“...you’re kidding”

“im afraid im not”

this man confuses the hell out of you??

like-

w h y would he just say that, to you of all people

but it explains the bad shits you were smelling/feeling yesterday

“are you afraid?”

“being completely honest with you, mori-san, not really”

“and why is that?”

you simply shrug not really knowing the answer

you aren’t lying, you just aren’t

maybe bc yesterday, he seemed more like a doting parent than the boss of the most criminal organization of yokohama

yes, you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but just saying, if the port mafia wanted to hurt you, you’d probably be dead in a ditch by now

and they haven’t really been a bother to you, they were more like background characters in your life

well

until yesterday of course

mori simply raises an eyebrow and a smile seemingly okay with your very vague answer

“why did you tell me that mori-san?”

the man only smiles a bit wider at you and this time, you’re the one raising an eyebrow

“just a feeling” 

yeah you were starting to smell bad shits again

“and besides! elise-chan seems quite fond of you (y/n)-kun! i wasn’t planning on doing anything to you in the first place, but even if i wanted to, i don’t think i could! i wouldn’t want to upset my dearest cute elise-chan”

“die rintarou!”

“that’s mean elise-chan!”

your eyes began to twitch in slight annoyance

cause istg the duality of this man—

this strange strange man

oh dearest you haven’t even met dazai yet

after that has been said and done, somehow you found yourself in front of stores being dragged by elise

how did you end up there you ask? i don’t know either so there’s nothing we can do abt that

eventually, you found yourself holding a bunch of shopping bags full of dresses and clothes of the sort

some of it your size and the others elise’s

...

“mori-san?”

“yes (y/n)-kun?”

“why do i have bags of clothing that are fit for me rather than elise?”

“oh that’s because elise refused to go without you and if you didn’t get anything!”

yeah

that makes perfect sense, of course

you could see why elise kept on complaining abt this guy

the two of you actually bonded over making fun of him

you have n o fear

actually, maybe just a little

the three of you were out for basically the entire day and you were exhausted

cause holy shit there was a lot of money wasted, shopping bags obtained, and walking involved

it was around 5 pm when the three of you were making it back to Sakura’s

along the way you found yourself having a pleasant conversation with mori

even if he was a questionable person to be having a pleasant conversation with, you enjoyed it nonetheless

you hoped that it makes it harder to get rid of you if he ever changed his mind but we don’t talk abt that

anywho

when the three of you arrived, you immediately dumped all the bags you were holding and went straight to work packaging everything for “the local neighborhood doctor”

before they left, mori agreed to not buy out all of your stock except for some occasions but instead settled ordering massive batches of a little bit of everything every few days

how that’s not the same as buying everything you won’t ever know

you were standing outside Sakura’s watching the two get into the car that had arrived when suddenly, mori turned to you

“ah (y/n)-kun, i know that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this, it wouldn’t be like you to, but just a reminder, it would probably be in your best interest not to let anything slip to anyone okay? we wouldn’t want any enemies using you against the port mafia. so take care of yourself hm? see you next time”

and bippity boppity boo just like that, they were gone

how that man managed to get your personality down in just like 10 hours you don’t want to know

and that’s basically the story of how you started making more food/bake goods to sell

true to his word, every few days, or sometimes consecutive days, mori called you and made a large order

and i mean large

on those days, someone from the port mafia would pick it up and then you get paid

thankfully, by increasing the amount of food you made, you always had enough to put out on display and to sell even after the large order

before doing that, on those days you didn’t have a large stock, someone by the name of edogawa ranpo would weep at your feet

he will deny this; after all, great detectives don’t do weeping

or so he says

and speaking of the detective, you never did tell him what had transpired the two days he and fukuzawa were absent on checking on you

but tbh, i even think ranpo could’ve deduct this one

you didn’t tell him bc you were afraid, no of course not that’s ridiculous mori, in elise’s words, was a loser

you didn’t tell him bc you knew he and fukuzawa would flip the fuck out

and that would be a major inconvenience to you

you didn’t see the point in telling them anyway

so whatever, it’s like it’ll be important

and if ranpo and fukuzawa noticed the abundant of bags near the door leading up to the staircase when they visited you at the end of the day they didn’t say anything

jk

of course one of them said smth

“ne (n/n)-chan since when did you like to buy a bunch of things; waste of money if you could just be using that money to make more food so you wouldn’t sell out right away and have food to feed me”

your eyes twitched

he could’ve worded that a little better but whatever

it is ranpo-san after all

“i just got carried away since i closed up early; you know it isn’t often i get to go shopping”

and if he smelled your bullshit he didn’t say anything

for real this time

that slightly concerns you ngl

anyways

let’s just say quite a few heads were turned when they saw their boss leading a bunch of lower level subordinates carrying many light pink boxes of different sizes to his office for the second time

oh and just another thing

*whispers* he was lying when elise made his other subordinates eat your food; they kept it all to themselves”

was that a ruse to help lead the revelation of his real occupation who knows

“(y/n)-kun is a very interesting person don’t you think so elise-chan?”

“quiet. i’m eating cake.”

“that’s so mean elise-chan!”

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18, 31 and 32 for the weird writers asks

I hope you’re doing well, darlin <3

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Oooh. This one was hard. So I’m giving you two.

“Because I love you. I’ve loved you since we were in grade school, Y/N. I hated seein’ Mark with you and I hated when Charlie asked you to that dance ‘fore I could. I hated when Kenny thought he could just ask you to be his partner on that project even though I already said you were workin’ with me. You always worked with me.”

This is from a Dally piece (extra points to whoever knows where it’s from) and I really wanted to show Dally’s affections. I like writing list-esque things and this was so much fun to type out.

Second! The entirety of Dysphoric. I felt really connected to the story, put a lot of myself into the story as I wrote. It was a simple request, FTM dysmorphia for reader and Sodapop comforting. The day I wrote it, I actually was going through some bad dysmorphia. It was super easy to channel the emotions then, y’know?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

Roses are red, violets are blue, it may seem crazy, but I wouldn’t be here without you <3

Thank you all for reading my stories and putting up with my crazy writing schedule. The blog may be hectic, but I hope it brings you some joy :D I know I love being here and writing for you guys

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Ad Astra per Aspera. To the stars through difficulties/Through hardships to the stars. It’s the Kansas state motto but I stumbled upon it while reading this book called Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour. That book taught me a lot about myself, highly recommend it to all of you. To me? It means a lot. The idea of still reaching the stars, reaching something beautiful after going through tough situations resonated with me. It’s just such a pretty phrase, I love looking at Latin, and it’s always held a special place in my heart

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ahhh for the fall prompts maybe 🌧 for bucky + anyone!

ooh, anon, this feels like it'll be super fluffy... hope you like the fill :D i'm so so sorry this took about eight thousand years to fill and i want to thank you for the request!! here's 1.6K words of fic for you :)

(fill for 🌧 on the fall snz prompts list... written for b/ucky b/arnes and s/am w/ilson from t/fatws, though tisn't s/ambucky.)

It starts drizzling the second they get out of the field.

Normally, this wouldn't be an issue. Sam spent the majority of his childhood on a boat; he's used to getting sprayed by sea foam. It's not like a bit of rain is going to bother him in the slightest. But Bucky, on the other hand...

He glances over at the supersoldier, wincing in sympathy when he sees Bucky scrubbing roughly at his nose. It already look pink and irritated, a look Sam's grown used to seeing on Bucky's features. Apparently, the constant in-and-out of cryostasis HYDRA had put him through had messed with his immune system, and considering everything that's happened since then, it's not a surprise that it arbitrarily decides to completely drop the ball every couple of weeks. It's a miserable but constant occurrence in Bucky's life and something they've both simply had to adapt to.

The point being: Bucky gets sick a lot. Sam helps the best he can.

"You alright?" Sam asks, trying to check in with him subtly, not that it really looks like he needs to. Bucky's distracted, staring blankly at the ground as the raindrops splatter on the asphalt, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. "Bucky, hey."

Bucky glances up at him, eyes wide like he just noticed Sam's talking to him. "What? I'm fine," he dismisses immediately.

"What's going on in that big cyborg brain of yours?" Sam teases, grinning at him and nudging his bicep with an elbow. It's almost easy to forget they were both just in a fight on top of two moving trucks.

Bucky sighs, giving him a sidelong glance before replying, "Sam. Every single one of those people were supersoldiers, don't you think we should be a little more concerned about that than how I'm doing? I mean, how do they even exist?" He scrubs viciously at his nose as he finishes speaking then glares at Sam when he reaches out to pull his arm down. "Quit it. I'm fine."

Sam raises an eyebrow, but drops the subject for now. "If you say so." But before he can move onto the topic of the apparent existence of other supersoldiers besides Bucky, he's interrupted by a truck pulling up next to them and two honks in quick succession. He barely manages to stifle a groan as he sees John in the back, sharing a quick look with Bucky before he starts speaking to them.

"So that didn't go as planned, huh?" he asks, opening the back of the truck to allow the two of them to jump in. Sam keeps walking, though, and Bucky follows his lead, staunchly avoiding John's gaze and scrubbing at his face. Sam presses his lips together, knowing they need to get inside, and soon. "Look, at least we know what we're up against now. And we're pretty sure it's one of the Big Three, so..."

"Aliens, androids, or wizards?" Sam asks, indulging him for a second.

John nods in confirmation. "Pretty sure."

Bucky finally looks up, jaw set so firmly the muscle's spasming. "There's no such thing as wizards," he objects, unable to keep the undertone of frustration out of his voice.

"Then it's aliens, or androids," John amends, oblivious not only to Bucky's anger, but also to the full picture. (Seriously, him? Whoever's in charge of making these kinds of decisions should just pack up and leave while they're already down.)

Sam glances over at John. "Or supersoldiers."

"Shit," interjects the guy across from John. He had some sort of space-y name, Battleship or Galaga or something like that. "Supersoldiers, for real?"

"Yeah." Sam cuts him a look and John follows the action, also glancing over at his partner before raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Wow. Alright, well, then we've got to work together."

"That's not happening," interjects Bucky, barely a second after John finishes his sentence. He's getting angrier with the back-and-forth, that much is obvious, but Sam's starting to think there really isn't another option right now. Goddamnit.

John sighs, holding out a hand in platitude before pointing at himself and the two of them as he speaks. "I think we stand a much better chance if we all just—"

"Just 'cause you carry that shield, it doesn't mean you're Captain America," Bucky snaps, clearing his throat after he speaks. The drizzle is starting to pick up, turning into true rain, and Sam tries to send Bucky a look, let him know that they just have to go along with this for now, but he's looking staunchly ahead and ignoring Sam.

"Maybe not to you, but I am to the rest of the world," he says, tone scarily cold for a couple second before returning to its previous attempt at charm and charisma. "Come on, it's 20 miles to the airport, you guys need a ride. Guys. Gary, stop. Get in."

Bucky finally looks over to Sam, eyes unguarded and asking for him to just deny John's offer, despite the rain that's definitely headed towards a downpour, given the way the wind's picking up and the low rumble of thunder Sam can hear off in the distance. If they were in different circumstances, Sam would brush off John's proposition in a heartbeat, but with the way Bucky's face is losing color and the steadily worsening weather...

"Fine," Sam says, clambering in. Bucky makes no effort to hide his distaste for their company, sitting as far away from both John and the other guy as he can, given the small space. "Can't you put up a tarp, or something like that?"

John scoffs at him, eyes narrowing in condescending disbelief. "What, you can't deal with a little bit of rain?" Sam bites back on a retort, making incredulous eye contact with Bucky instead as John speaks again. "Okay, so we've got eight supersoldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?"

Sam, still trying to process John's attitude, speaks haltingly to him. "They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during The Blip... maybe they're just trying to help."

"That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record," John says, and fuck, it's practically a cue.

Bucky finally surrenders to his body, buckling forward with a quick fit of harsh sneezes that he barely manages to cover. "h'ESHH! ESH'uh! H'ESH-SHUHH!"

"Bless, man," Sam says, glancing at him worriedly. "You alright?"

Bucky nods, ducking his head in embarrassment. "Yeah. Sorry."

"As I was saying," John interrupts pointedly, staring Sam right in the eyes but continuing to avoid looking at Bucky. "We have an issue here, can we deal with it?"

"Could you give us a second?" Sam snaps, not waiting for an answer before he scoots slightly closer to Bucky. "Talk to me," he mutters, low enough that John and Lemar won't hear.

Bucky sniffles, driving another sneeze, this time stifled, into his shoulder. "g'KTCH! Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm messing this whole thing up, aren't I." It's not as much as question as it is a statement of fact, and Bucky just sounds so dejected it's all Sam can do not to draw him into a hug right then and there.

The rain is still picking up, audibly hitting the truck now, and even John is starting to look bothered by it (although, that might just be his general disposition). Sam's really not looking forward to walking back to their base in this weather, but if it's a necessary evil to get them away from John, Sam's willing to do it. It just depends on if Bucky wants to as well.

"You're not messing it up," Sam says. "I don't like him either, and honestly? I'm happy to have an excuse to leave. Are you up to walking the rest of the way back?" Bucky nods, sniffling again and clearing his throat as Sam turns, not looking at John, and calls to the driver. "Stop the car!"

"What are you doing?" John hisses as they both stand up, stepping out of the back of the truck. "We have important matters—"

"We can handle it," Sam tells him. "Come on, Buck. Let's go." It feels more like showmanship than a genuine conversation, but he really doesn't have the energy to continue talking with this guy.

He places a supportive hand on Bucky's back once they're out of sight and can literally feel his ribs expanding as his breath hitches with a frantic kind of desperation. "Just let it happen, man, don't worry about it," he whispers, and Bucky nods breathlessly in response. He's still audibly hitching, coming closer to actual pants at this point with how fast and heavy they're getting, and the dam finally breaks.

The rain starts pouring down on them when Bucky loses any semblance of control he had, falling victim to the will of his nose. "hhH-hIH-HIH'SHHt! SHHUH! ePT'SHUH!" He's bent over with the force of the sneezes, all of them thick and wet and throat-scraping. "h'ESHH-ESHH-h'ESHIEW!"

"Jesus, man, bless," Sam says, watching as Bucky drives a final triple into his elbow before catching his breath. "That was... intense."

"Thangks. Againd, I'mb sorry," Bucky tries, shielding his face from the rain. "Godd, I stdill feel ligke I have to sndeeze."

Sam puts his hand back on Bucky's shoulder, rubbing it gently. "We'll be back in less than twenty minutes, alright? Then you can sneeze as much as you need to."

Bucky laughs lightly, leaning a little more into Sam's touch as they continue down the road. It should seem more intimate than it actually is, but for whatever reason, it just feels right.

This is improvement.

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OC Questionnaire

Thank you @1000generations and @rosella-writes for the tags! I love things such as this that allow me to flesh out Fane more! :D

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THE BASICS:

Character’s name: Fane Lavellan/Aterian (The second name is one he’s rarely called until later on. Mainly post-Trespasser by those in his contingent of agents.)

Role in story: The Inquisitor (highly derogatory)

Physical description: Short, messy snow white hair and eyes that hold two colors instead of one (emerald and gold). Bears the vallaslin of Sylaise (full-face). Relatively angular face and holds features that are more indicative to ancient elves than the ones of today. Overall height is 6′1 and is far more muscular in build than other elves, but still slender enough that he isn’t mistaken for a Qunari. Entire body is littered with patch-work scars and has a singular, long scar upon his left cheek (inflicted by Solas) 

Age: Appears 24 (approximately 5,000 years old in actuality)

MBTI/Enneagram Personality Type: INTP-T (Logician). Fane is very much like me in the fact that he’s extremely analytical. He’s always questioning and trying to piece together ‘why’ or ‘how’. Sadly, social skills are lacking for him, and he comes across as proud or insensitive due to how he words things or his lack of understanding when it regards to why someone might be put off by his views.

INTERNAL LIFE:

What is their greatest fear? 

To be forgotten/Himself

Inner motivation: 

Rebirth. Fane wants to see the world restored to what he remembers (i.e. before the Veil was erected), and he wishes for his kin to thrive once more, to belong to no master but themselves. The birth of Yune (the last of Fane’s specific kin) awakens the ideal of ‘hope’ in his heart and allows him to believe that what he strives for is possible.

Kryptonite: 

Pride and Wrath. Fane has a volatile temper that tends to get him into trouble, on and off the battlefield. He is prone to bouts of proud behavior due to the fact that he’s lived for so long and believes he knows what the ‘absolute’ in the world is. 

What is their misbelief about the world? 

That everything terrible that has happened to him or that he has done thus far since awakening/being awakened is his fault, his choice. At the beginning of my story and in regards to the world as a whole, Fane believes he knows exactly how each person is (personality, motivations, ideals, etc.), even though he has no idea who he is.

Lesson they need to learn: 

That his existence is not a sin. That whoever or whatever he is doesn’t matter. He’s alive and he is loved, he is important. Labels do not need to define him.

What is the best thing in their life? 

Family (Solas, Mhairi, Cyfrin, Yune, etc.)

What is the worst thing in their life? 

That he had to betray family to support family. Fane will do whatever it takes to ensure Solas is never alone again and that his kin can be remembered for what they truly are, but in order to do that he has to make decisions, choices and those decisions carry a lot of pain and heart break. He’ll endure, however. He’ll always endure.

What do they most often look down on people for? 

Ignorance and faith. The faith aspect is mainly people wholly relying on that which they can’t see rather than the strength and independent thought that they possess. Fane despises those who use faith as a tool to manipulate or those who are willfully blind to the cries of the world and the suffering.

What makes his/her/their heart feel alive?

Primarily, Solas awakens the hidden or muted sides of Fane. Solas represents ‘the sky’ to him, and just a glimpses into the other’s eyes can make Fane feel as if he’s able to fly again. Having someone understand and know him for more than his rage and bluntness also makes Fane feel more alive when he’s used to feeling grey. 

What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way? 

Intimacy of presence. Fane feels most loved when those he cares for is content to merely be around him, words or no words. Solas is the one that does this the most often, the two of them having had to use this level of communication in the past due to Fane being a dragon unable to talk or link up mentally with anyone other than spirits. However, Cole, Mhairi and Cyfrin also utilize this means of communication. Solas is merely the one that offers it the most. 

Top three things they value most in life? 

Devotion, Independent thought, and Support.

EXTERNAL LIFE:

Is there an object they can’t bear to part with and why? 

A crimson sash adorned with golden embroidery of halla and leafless trees. It was a gift from Mhairi, and it was given to Fane shortly after their father disappeared and the experiments upon his body ceased. Fane wears it either around his waist or as a scarf. He’s usually not one to accept gifts, family or not, but he kept this one because it offered a lot of comfort where it had been lacking for several years. Fane also adores his sister with all his heart, and to see that she chanced potential capture to gather the materials...how could he spit in the face of such love? He couldn’t, and that’s why he keeps it even Post-Trespasser. He rarely wears it as he used to during that time, but he keeps it safe and pulls it out when he’s alone to remember simpler days.

Describe a typical outfit for them from top to bottom.

Fane gravitates towards clothing that’s loose and practical. He refuses to wear any of the clothing that Josephine or Vivienne might choose for him. To start, Fane wraps his entire upper body in Elvhen wraps to cover the myriad of scars that litter his body. The wraps are usually dark brown, dark green, or black. Next, he opts for cotton tunics, short sleeved or long sleeves, but he’ll have tendency to roll them up to his elbow, and once again, they are either dark or neutral colors (black, grey, etc.). Plain trousers, somewhat form fitting, and most importantly; boots. Fane does not go barefoot unless he’s getting ready for bed or bathing. He also wears a small dagger that he keeps strapped to an upper thigh. Just in case. *winks*

What names or nicknames has they been called throughout their life?

Fae (generally by Cyfrin or Mhairi), ma’isenatha (’my dragon’ and is typically used by Solas), Blackened One (this is the translation of Fane’s ‘second’ name and is used both respectfully/derogatory), He Who Flew Above (used by the Elvhen agents in both Fane and Solas’ respective contingents), White One (Abelas generally refers to Fane as this once he drops the Inquisitor title, Wisdom also calls Fane this), vhenan or ma vhenan.

And last, but definitely not least, ‘Papae’ *whistles innocently* :3 

What is their method of manipulation?

Fane has draconic abilities that can warp emotions. In a way, he implements a form of psychological warfare, but he only uses it as a last resort whether the enemy is a piece of absolute trash or not. Fane has had his mind broken multiple times, died from it once even, and unless given no other choice, he will not break another like that.

Describe their daily routine. 

Fane wakes up at the crack of dawn. He doesn’t like to, but he usually has no control over it due to years upon years of waking up from nightmares and retching. If he manages to awaken without many issues, Fane strides right into his routine of training, with or without eating. Training helps quell his mind of lingering terrors, and establishes discipline to emotions that are volatile. Afterwards, Fane may eat on his own, but generally, Mhairi, Cyfrin or Solas have to acquire something for him and press him to eat. He always relents, even if he glowers and growls. Cole takes a more subtle approach and just leaves it where Fane can easily smell it, awakening the want. 

Mid-day Fane is usually doing his rounds, checking on companions, maybe entertaining a conversation or request, or begrudgingly diving into Inquisition business. (paperwork, letters, etc.) If he’s having a rough day, headaches, mental exhaustion, or physical pain, then Fane is less likely to get much done and that’s because Solas will demand that he take it easy. In those cases, Fane will fight and protest and declare that he’s fine, but a single look that says, ‘Enough’, and he crumbles, taking the offering of a pillowed lap and potentially sleeping for at least half the afternoon. When he wakes up, Fane lingers in the rotunda and with attempt some form of work until evening.

That’s when Fane indulges in more personal pursuits. He whittles wood, reads and writes poetry, tinkers with one of his gauntlets or plating, and lets himself want. He’ll sometimes go to the tavern to see Varric or the Chargers, even if being around Bull makes him a tad uneasy. Or he’ll seek out his sister and see if she wishes to do something with him. Fane doesn’t ask, of course, but that’s because Mhairi bombards him the moment he appears and he accepts and agrees without fuss. Sometimes Fane will visit Leliana in the rookery and go over what she’s heard or what he’s hear, or he’ll spend time with Cole until Solas comes to see where he’s gone off to.

Their go-to cure for a bad day? 

Usually, training or just outright destroying something. Fane has issues controlling some of his emotions, rage most of all, and the only way to get that specific emotion out is to physically take it out. Solas and Mhairi have attempted to help Fane diffuse in different ways, but the only one that seems to work the best is for a dragon to rampage. Thankfully, Fane retreats from Skyhold if that he feels his mind blackening. Solas or Cole will follow and keep an eye on him from a distance, but Solas will intervene if he feels Fane is close to spiraling beyond anger. Then, the go-to is words, soft, but firm.

GOALS:

How are they dissatisfied with their life? 

Fane’s life Pre-Inquisition and within Inquisition is...rough. Life with the clan was torture for him, literally being called a mistake and monster due to how he acted and how he looked. No one understood why and neither did Fane beyond knowing his father’s abuse had...awoken something in him. That lack of understanding infuriated Fane, to the point where he chose to just...ignore it, turn his back. Add that to the burden placed upon his shoulders unwillingly, and once again being labeled as every manner of being except what would make him feel complete...yeah, Fane was highly dissatisfied with his life. It isn’t until he and Solas reconcile and vow to never be apart again that Fane starts to find purpose and the will to try in his life. That satisfaction only grows Pre-Trespasser once Fane uncovers a lot of answers concerning himself and his kin after going on a little field trip to a place that shall not be name while Solas attends to the Qunari.

What would bring them true happiness or contentment?

Simply put? Fane wants Solas to be able to rest. That would bring Fane so much joy, to see his sky finally throw down the mantle and rest. All he wants is for them both to be able to be together and not have the world demanding their lives on a silver platter every second of every hour.

What definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality? 

Support. That is one of Fane’s guiding principles when it comes to Solas and what the mage has deemed he has to do. Fane helps to keep Solas on the path, but he knows when to step in if the fog rolls in. Fane doesn’t see right or wrong; he sees paths, choices. He supports what Solas wishes to do because he understands why the man feels the way that he does. Fane is Devotion and Tenacity, and he will die again and again and again before leaving Solas to walk this dark path alone, without support. Because that, all on its own, can change a person’s mind.

How has their fear kept them from taking this action already? 

Fane is only fearful that his support could be causing Solas grief, making him upset due to the fact that the mage feels as if Fane should condemn him. However, Fane presses on and doesn’t let fear shackle him in this. Fear is potent in Fane, that’s the truth, but it all washes away when Solas requires him. Devotion is stronger than Fear, Tenacity grinds Terror into dust, and a dragon will always guard the sky it calls home. 

How do they feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of? 

So, Fane’s main fears are being forgotten and himself. The supporting aspect is to combat the being forgotten aspect, partially, but when in regards to himself... That’s a whole other story. Fane grapples with madness coutnless times in my story and the allure of power, something dragons cannot yearn for lest they cause irreversible harm to the world, and he is fearful that eventually...the clock will strike, the hourglass will run out and that he didn’t do enough. For Solas, for his kin, and for the world. Furthermore, Fane is terrified that that madness will eventually harm those he cares for, those he’s vowed to protect and support. So, Fane does whatever he can to keep his spirit from warping, to keep himself from breaking beyond what can be repaired, and having Yune and Solas, and seeing the progress of their endeavors helps keep Fane on the cliff he teeters on.

[noforkingclue]

Can I request a Star Trek AOS Bones X Reader where they have an away mission to an abandoned/taken over starbase and they get separated from the main group and have to survive (whoever took it over) and get back to the enterprise? Maybe throw in a baby or small child they have to protect?

I don't do a lot of asks lol I have no idea if I'm doing this right. 😅😬 I love your writing by the way it's really, really good!

Yay a Star Trek request!

Thank you so much for this request I had a lot of fun doing it!

Thank you so much! It means so much to hear that :D

Title: Rescue

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary

You could feel Bones’s glare on the back of your head as you made your way through the corridors of the star ship. The Enterprise had received a distress call from them and Kirk had immediately leapt into action. It had been an unusually quiet couple of months and everyone could tell he was becoming restless.

“How much further did you say it was to the emergency shuttles?” asked Bones

“Not long.”

“You said that five minutes ago.”

You sighed and stopped walking and turned around to face him. Bones continued to glare at you but you couldn’t take him seriously when he was holding a small child in his arms. The two of you weren’t meant to be on board the ship but a panicked parent started screaming that his child was still on board. You didn’t give anyone the chance to stop you before you ran back on board. Unfortunately you hadn’t realised that Starfleet’s grumpiest doctor had followed you.

“I know these old ships,” you said, “Had to study them to become an engineer. Starfleet always has a few on commission.”

You moved to fold your arms and winced. When you are Bones arrived back on the ship it had lurched suddenly to the side causing you to smash into a wall. You were pretty sure that it wasn’t broken but Bones wasn’t taking any chances. He had made a make shift sling for your arm until you were back on the Enterprise.

“Now let’s hurry,” you said turning back around, “The soon we find these shuttles the sooner we can get back.”

“And the sooner we can give this child back,” muttered Bones, “You and you bleeding heart.”

“I thought Kirk was the one with the bleeding heart,” you said, “He was the one who-“

You cut off and almost let out a string of curse words but managed to stop yourself just in time. The child looked between you and Bones as Bones said,

“What’s happened now?”

“You know those shuttles.”

“Yeah?”

“Take a look.”

Bone walked over next to you and sighed.

“Oh shi-“ he looked at the child, “Shoot.”

All the remaining shuttles had been destroyed. You ran your fingers through your hair and started pacing.

“What do we do now? How can we fix these?”

“I’m a Doctor not an engineer. That’s your department.”

“Fu- Shi-,” you managed to stop yourself from wearing and punched the wall, “We’re not going to get out of here are we?”

“Careful,” said Bones, “You don’t want to damage your other hand.”

You slid down the wall and put your head in your hands. You were going to die on a burnt up star ship with someone who clearly didn’t like you. Even if by some miracle the two of you survived you had burnt any bridges with getting close to Bones. Damn him for being so handsome.

“Hey,” Bones sat down next to you, “Don’t be like that. Jim will find a way to get us out of this mess. And besides,” he looked down at the now sleeping child, “You went back to save a life.”

“And you followed,” you said looking up at him, “Why did you follow.”

“Well,” Bones said quickly, “Someone needed to make sure that you didn’t die or injure yourself. Speaking of which,” he held out his hand, “Let me see how badly you’ve injured yourself.”

“Nothing’s broken,” you said, “I can still move my fingers.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Bones gently took your hand in his and brushed his fingers over your knuckles. You winced slightly which caused him to raise an eyebrow.

“Not broken you said.”

“Just because they’re not broken doesn’t mean that they don’t hurt.”

“Well luckily you’re correct. Just bruised slightly. Easy fix once we get back to the Enterprise.”

“Good.”

“You’re arm in another story. You’ll probably going to have to remain in the med bay for a couple of days.”

“I can think of worst ways to spend my time.”

“Is that so?”

“Well,” you gave him a shy smile, “As long as I’m under the watchful care of Doctor McCoy.”

“I wouldn’t trust anyone to look after you.”

You turned bright red much to the amusement of Bones.

“Umm Bones.”

“Yes.”

“You’re still holding my hand.”

“You want me to let go.” Said Bones with a hint of disappointment in his voice

“Not really,” you said, “But I-“

A crackle above your head made you and Bones look up.

“Enterprise to Octavian. Enterprise to Octavian.”

“What the-“

It was Chekov.

“Do you hear me? Enterprise to-“

“Bones!” yelled Kirk, “Y/n! Answer us!”

“Dammit Jim,” yelled Bones as he jumped to his feet and pushed the button on the communicator, “We heard you!”

You heard Kirk let out a sigh of relief. However that didn’t last for very long. The shouting had woken up the child who had started crying. Bones groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I hear you found the child.”

The amusement in Kirk’s voice was clear and you guessed that if he was in front of Bones he would’ve tried to punch him.

“Please give us some good news. Can you get us out of here?”

“Yes,” replied Chekov quickly, “I have locked onto you and should be teleporting you out of there soon.”

“Great,” said Bones as he offered you his hand, “We should be out of here soon.”

You had been trying to calm the child down with no success. Bones just shook his head at your attempts and once you were standing he picked up the child who quickly calmed down.

“You’re a natural.” you said smiling

“Comes with practice darling.”

You gave him a small smile at the nickname and blushed when you felt his hand brush against yours. The two of you moved away from each other as you were teleported off of the ship and back to the Enterprise. Neither of you wanted any rumours to start about the two of you but as soon as you saw the Captain’s face you knew that it was a pointless wish.

Sometimes you thought that Captain Kirk was a little too invested in his friend’s love life.

[haikyuulovercompany]

Hii! May I request a scenario for Kuroo and a character of your choice? Whoever you feel like writing. Could it be angsty? Their s/o has a very big, visible scar on their face, which they got when they were younger. They don't seem bothered by it unless someone asks for the details, in which case they get defensive. And when people who knew them before what happened go like, "You used to be so beautiful back then" they get insecure. Please feel free not to write it if it makes you uncomfortable♡

So, I was unable to make it really angsty... so i did more of a comfort piece that i hope that whoever feels a insecure on any degree, feels a little bit more loved... and since you let me choose one character, it was obviously my boyfriend Tendou ! Hope you enjoy (: 

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Tetsuro Kuroo

Meeting the family of a new partner was always nerve-wracking. For Kuroo it was, at least. He was spending the weekend at ______’s hometown ready to get to know better the person he had happened to fall in love with more than seven months ago. Kuro had met ______ on his second semester in college. It was supposed to be an early night for him. He was supposed to have a couple drinks and then leave. However, as soon as ______ had appeared, he decided he could stay a couple more minutes. They had happened to be friends with his friends, and it had been a coincidence for them to choose the same bar as them. Kuroo didn’t believe much in coincidences, and started to believe in fate. What could’ve been the odds? Those few minutes became a couple more hours, and he had ended up walking ______ to their dorm at five in the morning.

The chemistry had been spontaneous, and he hadn’t let them go ever since that day. He genuinely saw a future with ______, and giving their parents a good impression was in his best interest.

______ rubbed his arm reassuringly as they stepped out of the taxi. Kuroo took a look at the house, and breathed in. “It’ll be okay. They’re nice,” they said. He nodded, keeping his cool.

He followed them down the graveled path leading to the front door. ______ rang the bell a couple times, and flashed him another smile. He fixed his jacket as if there something he could do. They had hopped off from an airplane, and he looked exactly like that. His hair was slightly more disheveled than usual, and he was sure he didn’t smell that nice either. He hoped his personality could make up for it.

The door opened showing two shining smiles. ______ went straight for a hug. While their father hugged them, their mother pulled Kuroo inside the house. “It’s so good to meet you,” she said cheerfully. “He’s such a handsome boy, ______. Where did you find him?”

“Lost in the streets. Like a stray cat,” they joked. Their parents rolled their eyes at them.

“Well, lucky you,” their mother told ______, and winked an eye at Kuroo. “Go and get comfortable. Dinner is not ready yet.”

“Yes. I’m dying for a shower,” they claimed, heading for the stairs without saying anything more.

“Thank you very much,” Kuroo made sure to say, never losing his manners.

“Oh, it’s our pleasure. Go ahead.”

Kuro nodded, and shuffled a little on his place before joining ______ on the stairs. They chuckled at him and shook their head. Neither of them said anything else until they were in the safeness of the bedroom they were using for the weekend. It was ______’s childhood bedroom. Kuroo’s curiosity perked up. He chose the bookshelf first, inspecting what kind of books they had collected through their early years. “Do you want to take a shower first?” they asked, sitting next to their

“No, go ahead.”

“Okay. Knock if you need anything.”

They locked themselves on the bathroom leaving Kuroo alone in the room. He continued going through the shelves. It was easy to tell which books had been for school, and which others had been bought for a personal preference. He stumbled upon a couple of photo frames. Standing with ______ were a couple of people he had never seen—their friends from their old school most probably. The first one was from somewhen around high school. The second one was different for one special detail: there was no scar on ______ face. They were much younger than in the previous photo, way before the accident which caused the scar on their face. He continued inspecting the room, not putting much more attention to it. Once he was done, he laid down on the bed, and scrolled through his phone, waiting for his turn without a hurry. He was grateful he could rest a little after the trip.

Within half an hour both were ready. While they hadn’t made a big effort on their appearance since they were staying home for the rest of the day, Kuroo combed his hair anyway. He wouldn’t dare to go down to have dinner with his hair in a complete mess. “Looking fine,” ______ teased him.

He smirked. “I’m trying to give a good impression.”

“I see that, thank you.” They stood on the tip of their toes and kissed him on the cheek. It meant a lot to ______ to see Kuroo taking the trip seriously, and he knew this. It also meant a lot to him. He had been excited when ______ invited him to meet their parents. It was taking their relationship to a more formal ground, and he was in for it. He wanted nothing more than to solidify his commitment to their relationship.

______ exited the room first. He had never been a shy guy, but he preferred to stay behind and be cautious with his actions. No matter how much ______ and he were alike, their parents could be another story. It wouldn’t be the first time an apple fell too far from the tree.

As they approached the first floor, they heard a third voice. ______ frowned, immediately turning to see their boyfriend with a worried face. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“That’s my aunt. She’s… kind of careless with what she says.” They huffed. “I didn’t know she was coming.”

“You parents probably told her you would be here and wanted to see you.”

“Yeah, probably. I wished they didn’t to be honest. Whatever she says don’t take it personal, okay?”

“No problem,” he assured her with a casual yet confident grin.

The table was set for five people, confirming ______. Their aunt was staying for dinner and they hoped she didn’t make things too awkward. She came into the room as soon as she heard the pair, a big smile spreading across her face. She hurried to their side, embracing one at a time in a tight hug, almost taking the air out of the two of them. Just like their mother had done, she complimented Kuroo on his looks. He pretended to be shy, but they knew he was enjoying all the attention deep inside.

They helped to bring the food to the table, falling into casual conversation. ______ relaxed. Their aunt seemed to be on her best behavior. No imprudent comment had been made yet. They weren’t worried about what Kuroo would think. They worried on how awkward the night could be turned thanks to her.

They were in the middle of their food when their aunt cleared her throat as she wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. “For how long have you two been together?”

“Eleven months to be exact,” Kuroo answered.

“Wow, almost a whole year. That’s so sweet,” ______’s mother commented, giving the two a tender look.

“It is, right?” Kuroo answered with a slight grin. They exchanged glances with him briefly. ______ held back their giggles. Kuroo could never turned off his confident personality. They would never admit it out loud, but they adored that part of him. Admitting out loud would cause far more teasing from his part.

“You’re such a cute couple,” their aunt followed. “Had they showed you pictures of ______ before the scar? They used to be so beautiful back then.”

______ stopped chewing right then and there. It had taken them years to feel at ease with the scar across their cheek. It had been years of trying to cover it, failing, and having to accept it. Their parents stayed quite—everyone was trying to realize what to say next. “I need something to drink.” They stood up, quickly disappearing into the kitchen.

Kuroo cleared his throat and with a polite tone said, “No, actually no. I don’t there’s need to, to be honest.” ______ eyed him.

“I mean, they’re still as pretty as ever of course,” the aunt continued, a little bit ashamed of her comment. She wasn’t getting any sympathy, though.

“For sure, they’re a beauty,” Kuroo stated before standing up and following ______ into the kitchen, knowing well what they must be feeling. ______ was resting on the counter with their eyes on the floor. A shiny tear hung on their chin. Kuroo silently and swiftly approached them, swiping the tear off from their chin. “Are you okay?”

“I told you she was kind of careless,” they murmured, avoiding to meet his eyes.

“But she is wrong. I don’t think you were more beautiful than now.”

“I know that’s not true.”

“I say is subjective,” he offered.

They finally looked at him, a soft frown on their faces due to the confusion. “She thinks you’re not, but I think you are.” He received no answer, and he concluded it was best to take it more seriously. He hugged them with the intentions of keeping them under his hold as much as they needed it. ______ hugged him back. That was what they needed. Unconditional love.

Five minutes later, they removed themselves, drying their face. “Is it too obvious that I cried?”

“No, don’t worry.” And he wasn’t lying. ______ had spilled a couple tears. They hadn’t been enough to swell her eyes.

They went back to the table together. Kuroo pulled the chair out for them, and then took his seat. The dining room was in complete silence. Their parents stared worried. _____ gave them a faint smile. It didn’t mean everything was okay. It meant they were handling it.

“So, if you have embarrassing pictures of ______ as a baby, I’m up for that,” Kuroo said out of the blue, surprising everyone. ______’s father laughed first. Kuroo slipped a hand under the table and rested it on their leg, giving it a soft squeeze.

“We have many,” their mother assured him.

“I’m impatient,” Kuroo declared.

The tension slowly dissipated. ______ looked at their aunt. She had her eyes on her food, and they could see the shame in their factions. ‘Good’ they thought. It was nothing against her, but she shouldn’t be meddling in their business like that. It was their scar, their story, and their decision. They had showed many pictures to Kuroo prior to the accident, but it had been in a moment of intimacy where they had felt comfortable to talk about it. And in an incredibly gracious way, Kuroo had shut the situation down. ______ smiled to themselves and continued eating as their parents now asked Kuroo about him a little bit more. They would make sure to thanked him properly later.

Satori Tendou

Meeting new people was always exciting for him. He was expectant to see what type of person they were or how fast he could read them. It was interesting to him. Meeting his new partner’s friends was turning out to be an interesting situation, to say the least.

______ stayed on the edge of their seat, trying to find when they could add something to the conversation. The other four people—the “friends”—wouldn’t let them say a word. They talked all over ______, and ignored when they managed to complete a sentence. It was clear they were dismissing them. Tendou had his eyebrows raised, wondering why ______ would consider these people their friends. He hadn’t tried to join. He was seeing enough for him to grow highly uninterested on the group of people. It meant something to ______ for him to be there, and that was the only reason why he was staying there.

“It is Tendou right?” one of the boys asked. He had a buzzcut and moved his tongue inside his mouth like he had crumbs stuck on his gums.

“Hmm-mmm,” he shortly responded, lazily tapping his fingers on the table.

“How did you meet ______?” a girl asked. They made it sound as if it was unbelievable for ______ to actually meet someone. He didn’t like the tone of their words. It had a mean undertone. He knew because he had used too to discourage someone on the court. He despised the idea they were trying to bring down ______ right in front of him—their boyfriend.

“At a party. He is my cousin’s friend,” they explained.

“Make sense. One day you suddenly had a boyfriend. It was supper random,” another boy pointed out. He had shaggy hair, and it wasn’t the type of messy that could be cute. The guy needed a haircut immediately.

“I guess,” they said, sounding a little bit more nervous. Tendou wasn’t participating at all in the conversation, and he was aware he was being rather quiet. He wasn’t comfortable with those people. It reminded him of elementary school. The vibe was similar, keeping him on the edge, expecting an insult at any moment.

And it did.

“Do you want to see ______ before they had the scar on their cheek?,” the same girl asked with eagerness, like she was ready to play her favorite game. Tendou felt them tensing under the arm he had kept across their shoulders. He could physically feel their emotional stress growing rapidly inside them.

“Not really,” he answered stoically. He squeezed their shoulder, and stood up from his sit at the pretty cafeteria they had met. “Come on, ______, we’re going to be late to have dinner with my parents.”

______ nodded, and got up quickly. They weren’t having dinner with anyone. It had been the first excuse that came to mind to leave the place. He wasn’t staying, and he wouldn’t leave ______ there. He had to get the two of them out of there before something bad happened—and he meant snapping at any of them, and god knew he could be vicious if tempted.

Tendou intertwined his hand with theirs, walking out of the establishment without looking back. They went down the street for a couple minutes before he heard the tiniest of weeps. He stopped on his tracks, and with one swift motion pulled them into his chest, wrapping his arms around. People moved around them as ______ cried under his shelter. Tendou felt his heart wrench. It had not only been humiliating for them, but that girl had touched the most sensitive nerve in them.

______ raised their head once they were able to stop crying. It had felt like a nightmare. Their scar wasn’t a joke or a toy they could use to entertain themselves. Tendou’s long fingers were soon on their face, rubbing their cheeks with the kindness they needed in that moment. “Are you better?”

They give a little tired grin. They loved Tendou didn’t expect them to simply be okay, but instead they hoped for them to feel better whenever those type of situations happened. “Just a little,” they admitted.

“I hate to say this but your friends suck.”

The little grin turned into a sad chuckle. “I know. But back in middle school they were the only people who wanted to hang around with me, so… I guess it was better than to be alone.”

“You don’t have to anymore, you know?” he asked rhetorically. “The older we get, the less it matters,” he finished as his finger went through the scar on their face. It was true. The older the people, the less noisy people were. There were adults were absolute assholes who had no sense of decency and would make the same tactless questions and comments, but they were just a few compared to a crowd of fourteen-year olds.

“Yeah, but it’s still hard.”

“It is, but we’re going to make it easier. I promise you.” He bent down giving them a quick peck on the forehead. “If you ask me, you’re the cutest thing around.”

They snorted, trying to hide the blush on their face. Tendou understood them from a deep part of himself—a unique type of understanding. ______ hugged him, nuzzling their nose on the crook of his neck. It was the place where they felt the most accepted… in his arms.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member has to go on a hiatus

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but the end of the semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend ECKEYYY that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: so this request super random, I was listening to this song (Promise by TWICE) and what if Reader went to hiatus due to mental health during Ready To Be era. Because Reader just only 17 year old so the members and fans don't know when will Reader coming back and what if Reader surprised them during their last concert in America. I just need you to make me crying xx

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The dimly lit dressing room was filled with bittersweet anticipation as the members of TWICE prepared for their last concert in America during the Ready To Be era. Their energy was a mix of excitement and sadness, as they knew it marked the end of a chapter in their journey as a group. However, one lingering question weighed heavily on their hearts, when would Y/N, their beloved 10th member and youngest, return from her unexpected hiatus?

It had been several months since the maknae had taken a break from the group due to her struggles with mental health. At just 17 years old, the pressure of their rigorous schedule had taken a toll on her, and the decision to go on hiatus had not been an easy one. The members understood and respected her need for time and space, but the uncertainty of her return left an ache in their hearts. As they gathered for a group hug before heading out on stage, they couldn't help but wonder if they would ever perform together as nine again. They had missed their angel dearly during their tour, and her absence was a constant reminder of the importance of mental health care. In the audience, the fans were also anxious and hopeful. Their love for Y/N was unconditional, and they yearned for her to come back stronger than ever. Signs and banners expressing their support for the young idol were held high, forming a sea of love and encouragement.

As TWICE's concert began, the energy of the crowd was electrifying. The members poured their hearts into each performance, their love for their fans evident in every move they made. The vibrant atmosphere warmed the room, yet a small void remained, the absence of TWICE's honey, the missing piece of the puzzle. Backstage, the other members took turns checking their phones, hoping for any news from their girl. Yet, there was still no sign of her. The uncertainty weighed heavily on their minds, but they knew that pressuring her to return before she was ready would do more harm than good. In the midst of the concert, as the members sang their hearts out, a familiar voice echoed through the hall, but it was not on stage, it came from a video message displayed on the giant screen behind them.

Y/N - Hello, ONCE! I hope you're all enjoying the concert. 

As Y/N spoke with her voice filled with sincerity, the crowd erupted into cheers and tears welled up in the members' eyes as they turned to see the video message.

Y/N - I miss you all so much, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there in person. But I promise, I'm getting better each day. 

The audience fell silent, hanging onto every word as the girl shared her struggles and her journey toward healing. Her vulnerability touched the hearts of everyone present, as they realized the toll the industry could take on young artists.

Y/N - I want to thank all the ONCEs for your endless support and love. It means the world to me, and I promise to come back stronger than ever.

As the video ended, the crowd erupted into cheers once more, chanting the youngest's name. The remaining members embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces. The weight of uncertainty had been lifted, replaced by hope and determination. The concert continued with a renewed energy, each song now carrying an even more profound meaning. The audience sang louder and danced with more vigour, and the members performed with all their hearts, knowing that TWICE's angel was watching and cheering them on. However, as the concert reached its climax, the stage fell dark for a moment, causing the crowd to fall silent. The members exchanged worried glances, unsure of what was happening. Then, a spotlight illuminated the centre stage, revealing Y/N standing there, a smile stretching across her face.

Gasps and tears filled the arena as the members rushed to Y/N, embracing her tightly. The crowd erupted into cheers, and the maknae's eyes glistened with tears of joy.

Y/N - I'm back loves!

The members and fans surrounded her with love and warmth, expressing their joy and relief at her return. Her journey had not been easy, but it was evident that she had emerged stronger and more resilient than before. For the rest of the concert, the stage belonged to all nine members once again. Their bond was unbreakable, and the love they shared was palpable. Every moment was filled with happiness, and the fans' unwavering support made it all the more special. As the final notes of their last song resonated through the venue, the members held hands, forming a tight circle. Tears streamed down their faces, but they were tears of gratitude and love. As the leader, Jihyo was the one to give a speech. 

Jihyo - Together, we are TWICE, and together, we will face whatever the future holds.

The girls nodded in unison, their hearts overflowing with love for each other and their fans. The concert was not just an end, it marked a new beginning, a promise that they would continue to support and care for one another, no matter what challenges lay ahead. As the lights dimmed, and the members took their final bow, they felt a renewed sense of purpose. The journey of TWICE and Y/N was far from over, but they knew that with the love and support of their fans and each other, they could face anything that came their way. With that, the girls looked around and could only have one thought:

We are proud of our chosen family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[yumpty-dumpty-inactive]

hey! can i request a match up?

im a girl, im 5’2, im a 5w4 istp. i don’t label my sexuality, i like whoever i like. i use all pronouns, i don’t care if people just use she/her. i also tell people they don’t have to use them all equally, i’m fine with whatever! i don’t go out of my way to make friends (it’s not that i have a hard time making friends-it’s actually really easy for me-i just don’t want to deal with everyone being so childish and immature). i don’t talk much around people i don’t know, so i tend to come off as rude/cold. when i’m with my close friends, i joke around a lot with them. i’m really good at understanding other people’s emotions, i get told i have an extremely comforting vibe and that i’m easy to open up to. i’m very loyal, i’m the kind of person where if one of my old friends showed up to my door and told me they needed a place to stay the night, i’d let them no questions asked. i’m not a sensitive person, i don’t cry easily. my friends tend to tease me a lot, and it doesn’t bother me since i know they are joking (honestly when people tease me in an attempt to be rude it still doesn’t really bother me). conflict doesn’t bother me at all tbh. i have a pretty short temper and get annoyed easily especially around irrational people. besides that, i’m a really chill person. to me, my friends being happy and comfortable is my priority. i’m completely fine with sharing things (like clothes, my irl best friend has half of my closet), if my friend/so wants to cuddle and watch tv? fine with me. if they wanna sit in the same room doing our own things? fine with me!! my love language is gift giving and quality time (idc what we do, as long as we are together) i don’t particularly hate anything, except stink bugs. honestly it’s less that i hate them, more that i’m terrified of them. any other bugs, or spiders/snakes don’t bother me, it’s just stink bugs. i hope this isn’t too much! i wanted to make sure i didn’t miss anything!! take your time, don’t feel rushed to complete this,,,have a great rest of your day/night!!

yumpty talks: hey love!! I just want to say, I'm terrified of stink bugs too, they're horrible ;___;

also, thanks for the baal advice >:D!! it was because of you I beat her- (or maybe it was because my friend logged into my account and removed all of my artifacts ;_;)

sorry took a while! I hope you like this >:D!!

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I match you with...

YAE AND CHILDE!!

I matched you with Yae because you guys just...fit. Yae doesn't go out of her way to make friends either, so it's kind of a win-win that you two are "pushing" each other to make friends or whatever. She gets how child and immature people can be, I mean, have you met some of the people who work at the shrine with her? She's also a woman of few words, and she comes off as rude and a little cold too at first. You two are actually kinda feared, because you come off as so scary ;_;. You understand emotions, you say? Okay, she thinks you were sent from heaven. Yae doesn't really know how to express emotions very well. I mean she know how to but at the same time she doesn't ???

If there's one thing Yae looks for in a partner, it's loyalty. I have no doubt about that, and that's another reason I chose to match you with her. She treasures your loyalty greatly, and wouldn't trade it for anything.

Yae isn't sensitive either, and insults don't bother her much either. She likes how chill you are, because honestly, I think she'd find super energetic people annoying. She loves the gifts you give to her, and treasures and saves every single one. I think a love language of hers would be quality time as well, and she often takes time off of work to spend time with you. She doesn't quite get why you're scared of stink bugs, but everyone has their fears right? Even if they are a little weird-

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I match you with Childe because, well, I don't know. Honestly, it just felt right-

Because of his job, sometimes Childe has to go out of his way to make friends. He's not necessarily a big fan of it, but fate can be cruel ;_;

Like the situation with Yae, you're probably both feared lmao. It's only because of how you are at first glance though, well, how the both of you are at first glance. You two seem like big ball tough guys, but you're actually softies <33. He likes how you're able to understand emotions so easily, because he himself can sometimes get mixed up in his own feelings :(. Childe is also, like Yae, a big fan of your loyalty. Even though he's a Fatui Harbinger, you do and will always love him, and he treasures that fact. Once again like Yae (jskjskjskj-), Childe isn't sensitive either. Because of his job he kills LOTS of people. Like, lots-

He's used to insults, let's be honest. No Fatui Harbinger is liked by more than 30 people (most likely-). Your chillness is also a good balance to his constant energy, and it helps him tone it down a bit when needed lmao-

LOVES LOVES LOVES the gifts you give him!!! saves each and everyone and wouldn't let one go even if it'd kill him. As for the quality time, being a Harbinger takes up a lot of his time. :(. But he really does try to make time for you, it's just hard sometimes :(

Does NOT get your fear of stink bugs, he low-key thinks its weird jskjskjskjk. But just for you, he'll look past the weirdness of your fear and kill every stink bug in Teyvat </3

[thirsthourdemon]

i loved your 'delinquent s/o' hcs!!! could I get those, but with Hinata, Daichi, and Suga? Thank you so much!!

Headcanon with them having a delinquent!s/o (2)

Includes: Daichi, Suga and Hinata

Genre: Fluff, smut (slight)

Warning: Slight NSFW

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! NO ONE EVER REQUEST HERE AND IM HAPPY THAT YOU DID 😭😭😭

||Daichi

-You two? Hate each other

-He doesn’t want anything to do with you at all

-You hate his guts the moment he protected one of your targets because it was “the right thing to do” even though the guy he protected was actually one of the guys who robbed and beat your underclass men up

-You told him to apologize and he just ignored you

-Lucky for you and him, you guys aren’t in the same class

-How did you become a thing you may ask...Field trip

-During the senior’s field trip your class had an odd number and so did theirs

-You two were paired up and you even bought a small bat just in case he tried something

-Eventually night time came and...Never trust a boy and a girl in one tent that’s bit farther away than the others

-“I-It was a one night thing! D-dont Get it twisted, Sawamura!!!”

-“Look! I didn’t think that would happen too! I regre-“

-You just kissed him to shut him up and just a tiny bit of blood rushed out down to his PP

-The following days he hated to admit it but he noticed how...Soft you were...Like whenever you gave your food to your underclassmen whenever they didn’t have any

-Or how you had a flower petal on your ankles and how you’d hide it by wearing high socks

-He never noticed the way you’d smile triumphantly when you would shoo some junior’s bullies away

-You too! You never noticed how he’d laugh when he just finished scolding those two persistent juniors

-How he would help the girl’s in his class carry stuff they cant carry

-You would never have noticed how inspiring he was when he lead the volleyball team

-Both of you are just noticing shit like this and the next month ya’ll are like

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LIKE THEM?!

-Becoming a thing because the two of you were scolded by suga cause this is cute but painful to watch

-He would love every tattoo and piercing on your body and during the nasty he would kiss them lots

-Daichi is a very soft and domestic lover

-I can tell you without a doubt that he hates it when you come to pick him up from practice and you have scars all over you

-Is calm and collected but scolding you on how stupid it was of you to

-GO TO A NEIGHBOURING SCHOOL TO CHALLENGE THEIR LEADER TO A FIGHT BECAUSE YOU HAD TO KEEP YOUR HONOUR AS THE “The Black winged princess of Miyagi” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

-Shoyou thinks that title is cool though 😡

-You, noya and tanaka are the reason daichi has migraines

-He definitely convinced you to live a better life after high school though

-Slight NSFW her but...

-Daichi loves it when your tough exterior breaks in front of him and you’re reduced to a whimpering mess

-Just you begging daddy daichi to stop kissing your inner thighs and actually do something is his entertainment

||Suga

-He noticed you and shimizu seemed awfully close even if you guys were completely different

-“Hey shimizu, who’s this friend of yours?“

-“Oh hello, suga-san. This is-“ “Y/N!!!!”

-Suddenly Noya just comes rushing towards you and pounces on you

-“Noya, You know her?”

-Suga lowkey jealous that noya knows you more than him 😡

-“YEAH! This is Y/N and we hung out together cause we got suspend at the same time!”

-Suga’s thoughts: This bitch is actually proud he got suspended?

-You smelled like trouble and though there was a little voice inside of suga that told him not to get associated with an underboss of a gang...

-You simply intrigued him

-He would pat your head whenever you cried cause you were broke and discouraged you from stealing someone’s food

-My man now makes a bento for two

-HIS COOKING: DIVINE

-It wasn’t long until you guys come together and you’re whole gang even your boss tells you that you’re going soft so you were forced to let them meet suga

-You introduce suga to them and everyone there tried to intimidate him but oh jeez...

-They got scared and intimidated of him instead

-What surprises everyone in your class is that...whenever you and your boyfriend were together you seemed so...weak? Like you had rumors about that you took down half a gang with your boss with just a baseball bat

-Everyone knew how scary your aura was

-Heck! Every gang on your side of miyagi was scared of karasuno because although your boss well...

-Your gang’s boss was strong but he was a leader not a fighter. What people were scared of was the underboss...

-Imagine what their reaction is when you’re over at the court yard giggling and pouting at suga to give you a kiss

-Suga scares you when he’s mad because he can break someone without touching them

-Slight Nsfw...Hehehe

-He has you on his knee spanking you and nonchalantly degrades you by telling you how pathetic you look whimpering with pools of tears under your eyes when you were supposed to be a scary delinquent

-You earn one spanking every time you smoke 😤

-Overall wholesome

||Hinata

-You just cant hurt him, can you?

-I mean Look at the boy! He looks like sunshine and what literal happiness is!

-You thought he was an easy target but he was so kind and nice you ended up giving him your oath.

-Here’s the thing, alright? You were raised in a yakuza household and no one shows affection there so look at you now giving your oath to protect him because he was so nice that you opened up and all that

-No one can bully hinata about his height whenever you were right there or they would never be able to see the rise of morning again

-Hinata and you become a thing real quick though

-Baby boy wants to be dangerously cool too! He asks you to teach him but you tell him you cant and that it isn’t cool just dangerous

-Tobio doesn’t care if you’re there though still hits him on the end

-You and kags respect each other and have come to the understanding that your S/O is dumb

-You follow hinata around a lot and walk him home

-I know it’s supposed to be the other way around but you always reject that offer only because you dont want him dead when your family meets him 🙂

-To everyone else you were cold blooded and dangerous

-To hinata you were protective, loyal and sweet

-I headcanon that hinata’s love language is Actions and Gifts

-He and natsu give you small gifts like a cool rock they found or a cheap hair clip that has a nice a nice flower on it

-You keep these small things in a vault at your room. Whoever fucking touches them will have their fingers cut off

-So picture this...Karasuno VBC just holding hinata because they don’t trust you enough but kags is just like “Oh hey Y/N”

-Everyone right at that moment is like :0

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HINATA HAS BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR HALF A SEMESTER NOW?!

-They start trusting you when you actually kicked someone outside of the gym because they started talking shit about hinata

-MUST PROTECT, OKAY?!

-Hinata told you that he wont kiss you if you vaped so you stopped ever since 👏

-Sunshine boy’s favourite past time is tracing your piercing and tattoos

-AHAHAHAHA Slight Nsfw

-He blushes whenever he feels your tongue piercing when you kiss

-Im not saying he loves it when you’re pegging him and asking him if he’s okay but...that’s exactly what Im saying.

[dragonblobz]

Part 2 of the request from @lilfriezatyrant for a fic of caring for the injured lizard. Thank you girlie for the amnesia idea. Fits pretty well!

Injuries Part 2

Everything within your body is utterly frozen. Your blood. Your marrow. Your fingers are leaden and tingly as the nails bloody your palms. You’ve never been this close to a bear. And it’s muzzle alone is nearly as long as your fore arm. It’d take several copies of you to fill the circumference of its mammoth neck. It’s so close, the gamey wild smell of it brings terrified bile up your throat.

It isn’t looking at you. It’s looking at him. And somehow you’re thankful for this. You summon some ghostly remnant of courage and turn to look at him as well.

He hasn’t moved one iota. But the rage in his eyes has dimmed to something akin to disgust. As if the bear were some particularly grotesque insect.

His leg!! He cant move because of his leg! Your mind flickers with the possibility of escape. After all. The bear appears to be focused on him. This is immediately followed by guilt. Shame burns in your tummy. You aren’t like his people. His life matters just as much as yours does. But everything is happening so fast. Maybe if you hit the bear and run……..

It would be suicide. And the bear could simply return to finish him off after it’s done with you. You feel the first insipid tickles of despair.

He moves. Slowly. Every action as smooth and calculated as you’d imagined it’d be. The leg nearest you, his left leg, his good leg, slides from your cot, knee bending, to rest his foot upon the floor of your tent. He rotates the upper half of his body to face the bear. His back straightens. His left arm straightens and rises, in a slow blatant display of liquid grace, as his hand balls into a fist. He extends his pointer finger. His mouth creases into an angelic and confident grin which is directly negated by the evil crease of his large eyes. His tail curls behind his body like that of a scorpion.

The entire atmosphere around you begins to change. The hair on your arms prickles with static electricity. Your vision hazes. Your ears pop. You smell a scent that reminds you of when you were a child and lightning had struck a tree near you. Acrid. A metallic bloody taste saturates your tongue. Something is happening. You can feel it. It’s as if the very earth around you is erupting with power.

The bear can feel it too, apparently. It gives a frightened grunt and pulls its maw from your tent. You can hear brush crackling as it thunders away.

The thing on your bed. The alien. He hasn’t moved. But something is different. The air doesn’t taste wrong anymore. Whatever you had been feeling is gone.

His pupils flick to you now and you startle. In a smooth movement, he rotates his body, without moving or bending his arm, to aim that same finger at you. It reminds you of someone aiming a gun.

That same prickling feeling returns. But ceases again just as fast.

He’s wavering. His muscle structure trembles as his arm finally drops. He raises a hand to the bandage upon the side of his head and his body sways as if he’s dizzy before he falls back onto an elbow. His good foot is still on the floor of your tent. Whatever he has just done, with that odd change of energy in the air, seems to have taxed him greatly.

His voice is a shock to your system. Male. Higher pitched. Bored. Each consonant enunciated in a careful and precise way.

“Who are you?”

Your voice trembles and cracks, but you manage to answer.

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).”

A look of pain ghosts over his face and his pupils dilate as an elbow leaves the bed to place this hand upon his face to touch the bandage on his head.

“Well, (Y/N), I’m afraid you have the advantage here. I cannot seem to remember my own name.”

Doesn’t remember? Amnesia? From the head wound?

He reaches up and begins to peel away the bandage from his head.

“Oh no! Don’t take that off! If you get dirt in that wound, you could get an infection!” You scramble to your feet and hurry over to him.

He huffs and finishes removing his bandage, then reaches down to start pulling the bandages from his chest, before tossing them all carelessly upon the floor of your tent. He then returns those unsettling eyes to yours. Vermillion pupils assess you as if you are an errant child.

You are still for some time. Then feel shock as you finally become brave and look him over.

The wounds on his chest are completely gone. You lean, trying to look at his head, but he rotates it to follow your movements.

“Your head, sir. I need to see that wound.” You try, and fail, to sound authoritative.

He flops his free arm back to lean upon it as he is the other and looks at you as if he’s the neighborhood watch and you are the fresh pile of dog shit which he’s just stepped in. But he complies.

You cant believe what you’re seeing. The wound, which had been a deep ugly gash yesterday, is now a large scab which is well along in healing. There’s only a little swelling.

“Impossible.” You breathe.

You look down upon his leg. It’s still quite swollen. You insert your finger into the splinting, checking to make sure it’s not too tight. He hisses at this.

“You’re a bold one. Touching me without my consent.”

You feel a slight flare of annoyance but quickly subdue it. “I’m just checking your splinting. Making sure it’s not too tight.”

“I’m perfectly aware of this. You are still alive, aren’t you?” He’s glaring at you.

“Look. I’m just trying to help you, okay?” You try as hard as you can to subdue your ire. “Are you hungry?”

He doesn’t answer. Just that same unsettling gaze.

“I don’t have a lot.” Your stomach growls, as if on cue. “But I do have some granola bars. And some peanut butter.”

“This place is filthy.” It’s like he hadn’t even heard what you’d said.

“Well, your people kind of fucked that to be honest.” You simply couldn’t quite maintain your bedside manner. “It’s just you. And me. This piece of shit tent. And some peanut butter. Now are you hungry, or not?”

“My people?” His face looks confused for a moment before looking irritated. “Am I your hostage? Is this truly how you house your hostages?” You don’t know why he’s being so hateful. You certainly don’t deserve it.

“Like I said, buster. You. Me. Tent. Peanut Butter.” You realize the heinous quality of your own statement and blush, stammering. “N-no. You’re not a hostage. You can leave any damn time.” He doesn’t seem to care.

“Very well, maggot. Feed me.”

You glare at him for a moment. But you comply.

He takes one bite of a granola bar and his eyes widen as he looks at it and chews slowly before glaring at you.

“Passable.”

Your own stomach growls and you figure you’d better go try to find something for yourself.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He’s not pleased.

“I’m hungry too. And since you get the easy food, I’ll just have to go find something else.” You truly don’t mean to sound so bitchy. Not even with his attitude. But you’re hungry.

He studies you as he munches his granola bar, still very much propped on one elbow. And, despite your need to find food, you can’t help but watch. He hasn’t blinked. Not once. And he eats very carefully, the bar pinched between his slender forefinger and thumb. After he’s finished, he continues eye contact as he primly brushes his fingers upon your blanket.

After several more minutes of looking at you, he relaxes into your cot as his eyes close, the foot upon the floor of your tent slowly sliding back under your blanket. His voice sounds tired.

“Very well. Run along.”

This raises fresh ire, but you do not answer.

Your hunt is more fruitful today. Literally. A tree sagging with apples. It had taken hours to find it.

You eat till you feel almost sick. Then gather as many apples as you can in a knapsack.

You stop at a stream to fill your canteen. You’ll have to boil the water. But luckily you have some already at the camp which has been treated. You know that apples are a diuretic. But you had just been too hungry to care.

The sun is very low when you get back to the camp. He appears to be asleep. You are almost surprised he’s still there.

The breeze feels a little cooler today, so you stoke up the fire and boil that water.

You offer him some of the water you had already treated because it’s not hot. He seems very tired. Almost contrite, as he props himself on an elbow again and drinks it. Just as slowly as he’d eaten. And staring at you just the same.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

You hadn’t expected this. Not in a tone so much softer than his earlier voice.

“You’re welcome……. Whoever you are.”

He seems amused by this, chuckles lightly. Allows you to take his cup and once again settles into repose, his eyes falling closed.

It’s now, quite dark. And quite chilly. You sigh and adjust your pack on the floor again, prepared to curl up just as you had the previous evening.

You’re going to have to move. The camp and him. But you’ll worry about that tomorrow. He seems to be healing quite fast. Maybe you’ll be ABLE to move him.

“It’s cold, (Y/N).” You openly startle at his voice. You can see that same purple flickering upon the top of his head as the night before. And his pupils glow like rubies in the darkness. He laughs at your jerking movement.

“Ohohoho! You needn’t be afraid. There is no monster on this globe which is more dangerous than myself. And the safest place to hide from a monster is, of course, behind a bigger monster.” He’s laughing at you. And although the words seem to be intended to comfort, you can’t help but be unsettled by them.

“So……….. you remember who you are now? Your name?” Your voice is trembling.

He laughs again.

“Not at all! I just know that I’m a monster.” You can hear the smugness, thick as cotton, in the darkness.

“Oh…… well…….. ok……..” you feel a little scared.

He repeats himself.

“It’s cold.”

“I don’t have any more blankets. I’m sorry.” You feel badly. You’ll be colder. But he’s injured and cannot help himself. Even if he IS kind of an asshole.

His chuckle almost sounds more like a growl in the darkness.

“Oh I wasn’t concerned about myself.”

At first, you prepare to deny him, thinking that he’s about to offer you the only blanket. But this is not the case.

“There’s plenty of room under here, (Y/N). Unless…….. you are too frightened of me?” His amusement is palpable.

You blush madly. The offer is innocent enough, but the TONE of his voice…. The sinister predatory quality…… is enough to make your thoughts shift to frightening things.

“No….. no thank you. I mean….. thank you but…… n-n-no thank you.” You flop down on your pack. Curling away from him.

He sounds almost annoyed. And bored.

“Very well. Suit yourself. Squander my generosity. I’ll not make this offer again.” And he finally falls silent.

And the ground is already cold and uncomfortable under the floor of the tent. You’re already shivering. You hug your knees. Try to adjust yourself.

“If you’re going to shuffle and move all night, please take it outside. I can’t rest with all your racket.”

You nearly snap. Sitting bolt upright, you turn to him, doing your best to keep a scathing reply from issuing forth. But your retort dies as you realize that you can see his perfect glimmering teeth in the darkness. The bastard is laughing silently at you.

“That does it!” You fumble at your boots, untying them and kicking them off your feet. You stand, hugging yourself with your arms, still shivering. And as you march towards your cot, your bravado goes cold.

He isn’t laughing at you anymore. His tail is protruding from the blanket, the tip flicking and undulating. His hands are behind his head. And he’s staring at you intently, his eyes a pair of hot coals. You can just barely see his dark lips in the firelight. They’re sneering.

“What do you think you’re doing, simian?”

“You said I could share…..” You are simply too nervous to continue.

“I did, indeed. And you refused me. If you are wanting under here now, you must ask me quite nicely.” His voice is icy.

This doesn’t make you as angry as it should. Anger isn’t nearly as easy to conjure now that you are standing here, looking down into those flaming eyes, seeing that assessing intelligent gaze. You briefly consider sleeping outside.

“Well?” He snaps. “I have dreams to attend to, (Y/N). Have you anything to ask me?” His tone is patronizing now.

“Can I…….” You are now glad of the darkness. Maybe he can’t see how badly you’re blushing. “Can I share?”

“Share what?” he’s being deliberately dense.

You can hardly talk and your face burns as you splutter.

“Can I sleep with you please? You’re right. Its cold.”

“I suppose. But you’ll be removing those garments first. They’re filthy.”

You feel a little part of yourself die from embarrassment. But you kick off your thick jeans to stand before him in your shirt and underwear.

“That’s better.” His voice sounds smug as his tail raises, effectively pulling the blanket back, then pats the cot 3 times. Slowly.

You walk towards him. And you’re trembling as you crawl onto the cot with him.

[diamondcamefromhell]

Finding home ~

Jaskier x Reader

[a reupload, as the first time it didnt show up in any tags, for some reason - trying to see if this fixes that x]

This was an amazing request my anon:

“ Can I request a Jaskier x reader where the reader has a massive crush on him and is jealous of all the girls he’s always with and just feels super insecure and like she’ll never be enough and on one day when she is feeling particularly down in the dumps she just breaks down and Jaskier finds her like that? Like start with angst end with fluff type thing? “

Thank you for this. i didnt even know that I needed this a lot. to write it and feel it and what not. i loved writing it. sorry it took so long for me to get to it. i hope you like it nonetheless.

Warnings: drinking (not sure if this should be a warning, but i guess better safe than sorry)

Word count: 2,497 (my longest one yet!)

Requests are open, and all feedback is appreciated!

There are things you never get used to, your crush being surrounded by a herd of women is one of them. When I began having a crush on Jaskier, at first I was sure I could keep it under the wraps, get it out of my head and heart easily. I never wanted to like such a flirt anyways. But life works in funny ways.

The more I liked the bard, the more women seemed to gather around him. His singing was like flowers, and they were bees, looking for them. His honey must’ve been sweet.

I grunt, making my way across the tavern to Jaskier, who’s chatting with some woman. She’s pretty, I cant deny that, but I ignore her, inserting myself in front of the lady. Being this close to the bard does make my heart beat faster than I like, but I ignore it.

“Jaskier.” I say, smiling at him, praying to whoever listens that my blush on the cheeks just seems like alcohol redness.

“Y/N?” He raises his eyebrows, and I notice him glance over my shoulder at the woman behind me. My stomach twists, wondering if he’s comparing her to me.

“Maybe we should head out?” I say, lifting my arm, getting ready to push the bard ever so little. But it stays frozen in mid-air, as Jaskier moves out of the way. I try to hide my annoyance, taking a moment to gather myself, before I look at him again.

“The night is still young, Y/N.” He picks up his lute, smiling at me, and then giving a wink at the woman behind me. My chest tightens.

“Geralt is…” Jaskier scoffs, cutting me off.

“Geralt can wait!” He shouts, picking up a tune.

I stand there, helplessly watching him. I know he’s doing what he does best – entertaining people. Flirting. I wish he didn’t have to do it all the time. The woman he was previously talking to pushes me to the side, giving me a nasty look, before facing Jaskier and going to dance to his ballad.

My blood boils as I feel anger wash over me, but I manage to collect myself. I don’t like losing my cool, especially not for random women. All of us are the same, falling under bard’s beautiful curse. He can’t help but be so lovable. I know there is not an ounce of bad intentions in Jaskier’s heart, and he does not wish to hurt me or anyone else, for that matter.

But this still did make my chest feel uncomfortable and my stomach tie in knots.

I take another cup of ale, staring as two more women become enticed by his music. They twist their bodies in a way that almost seems inappropriate, but it’s a fine line and they thread it well. I cant complain, they are just having fun. Unlike me, brooding here at the bar.

I analyse them, so confident in their bodies, knowing how to handle it, mapping every move perfectly. They find their footing easily, dancing to the rhythm, offering beautiful smiles to the bard. Even their hair, clipped back perfectly, only a few strands curtaining their faces. They were beautiful. You could write so many songs about them.

Unlike me. I could never dance with such ease and whenever I tried to clip my hair, it would all fall on my face, making me look crazy. Having a nice dress was not an option, as we were always on a move. I wish I could at least pretend to be half those women. I chug the last bit of ale, my liquid courage, making my way to the bard yet again.

Jaskier sees me attempt at dancing, giving me a smirk, approaching me. He twists around me, as we seem to dance together, but he soon trails off, to other dancers, leaving a cold spot in my heart. When he finishes his song, before he can get his hands on other, I jump in front of him.

“I don’t want Geralt to be angry.” I whisper, gently tapping his arm. Jaskier sighs.

“It’s not like we are going anywhere tonight, Y/N. And believe it or not,” he winks at me, making my heart flutter. “Witcher is not such a baby, he can fall asleep on his own.”

“I know that.” I try to look for an excuse, something that would drag him out of this tavern, away from these women, who were looking at me, angrily. I feel like I am surrounded by wolves. “I just don’t want him to come here and ruin our night.”

“Then maybe you should go be with him,” one of the women barks at me, as I helplessly grip onto Jaskier’s top tighter. “Instead of ruining everyone’s night.”

“Easy there, ladies.” Jaskier’s tone is still playful, but his eyes grow a little bit cold. “There is enough Jaskier for everyone.”

“We just want to have fun.” She basically droops herself on him, pushing me away. “She has you all the time, we want to dance just for one night.”

I pray Jaskier doesn’t fall for her sweet words, and for a moment, I get hopeful, as he gently nudges her off himself. But then he picks up his lute yet again, playing a tune. Slowly, I am pushed further and further away from the bard, as my heart aches.

Anger boils over me again, as I rush to grab someones cup from the nearest table, heading straight for the girl who pushed me and did the talking. I ‘accidently’ walk into her, spilling the drink all on her dress. She gawks and other women gather around her, squealing like rats. I see Jaskier rush to get something to clean her dress, realizing that he won’t be leaving anytime soon – so I make my leave.

The night is cool - I feel cold bite me. I am not dressed appropriately, as I realize that I left my coat in the tavern. Returning for it would mean having to face those women again. Seeing them twirl around bard, my bard, was too much for my heart too handle. So I just wrap my hands around me, as I realize I am not shaking only because of the cold.

I’m upset. Angry. Sad. I didn’t even know anymore. I was tired of seeing Jaskier be with all those women all the time. He doesn’t even need to try, they sniff him out like prey. He loves attention, he’s sweet and caring, and any person with a brain loves that. I wish I didn’t have to share him with the whole entire world.

Of course, I have to remind myself that he is in fact, not even mine. And by the looks of it, he never will be.

He always seemed to fall for everyone, but me.

Tears burn my eyes, as I pick up my step, fearful some townsfolks may see me. When I am finally in the woods, my heart calms down. I am so glad we didn’t have enough coin to afford a tavern tonight, being in the woods offered an escape and shelter I so desperately needed.

I see campfire and Geralt, still awake, sitting by it. His lips move, and I know he’s talking to Roach again. I make a b line, realizing I don’t want to have to talk to him. Nor do I want him to see the tears, who have so brutally made their escape, streaming down my face.

I head for a river nearby, dropping on my knees, resting my head on a tree. I cover my mouth, making sure that the Witcher can’t hear my silent sobs, I shake uncontrollably. I never knew a simple crush could cause so much heartache, so much pain. I see my reflection in the river.

I take a rock, sending it at it. It splashes all over me, but I don’t care. I don’t even care if I alerted Geralt. I cant begin to care at all. I hate being surrounded by beautiful women, who know all the right things to say. They smell of cinnamon and apples, not of horses like I do. They were everything I could never be, and that was why Jaskier always gazed at them.

And they gazed at him, in return, he would gift them songs. They would gift him with dances and kisses. It was a flawless, perfect exchange that I have seen so many times, yet have never gotten a hang off. I could never perform it, no matter how much I wanted to.

I fully lean on a tree, covering my face, completely silencing my sobs. I trap them inside me, where they should stay. The wind picks up and the breeze is cold, making me shiver even more. I uncover my face, staring at the river, wondering if things could ever change. I don’t like my odds.

I hear a branch break to the right of me, turning around, startled. My fear doesn’t go away, as I see Jaskier, standing there, his hands up in the air, as if he’s surrendering. What is he doing here? I want to wipe my face and pretend I am fine, but instead, I feel my lips shake as more tears come. I look away, shielding my face from him with one hand.

“Y/N.” He says, softly, as I shake my head. I want to tell him to go away, but I am scared of how my voice would sound. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” I manage to say, as my voice shakes.

“You don’t.” Jaskier answers, making his way towards me. Slowly, however, as if he’s cornering an animal. I wonder, just how bad do I look.

“Then don’t ask stupid questions.” I sniffle, wiping my nose with my sleeve. Not very ladylike. “And leave me alone.”

“I think you could use a friend.” He says, keeling to my level. Friend. Always a friend.

“I could use alone time.” I try to argue, but Jaskier is already sitting down. Our shoulders touch and the warmth he provides makes my tense body relax just a little. His hand lands on my knee, and I want to pull away, but I don’t. At the end of the day, it’s his touch that I crave.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, but I don’t look at him. My gaze is fixed on a river. It flows so effortlessly, without struggle, I wish life was this way. “Listen, Y/N, I never wanted to make you upset.”

“You didn’t.” I say, not taking my eyes off the river. I notice big rocks in it, obstructing it’s flow.

“I didn’t want those ladies to upset you, then.” He changes his words, squeezing my knee. My eyes water yet again, but I blink it away.

“They didn’t Jaskier.” My voice breaks halfway through, sounding deeper and rougher after it. “Nobody upset me. I did it to myself.”

“I hate seeing you like this.” I continue staring at the river.

“Then leave.” I say, breaking my own heart. The river doesn’t flow simply, it has things obstructing it’s way too. Nothing in life is simple. I take my eyes off it, glancing at Jaskier. “You don’t have to see me like this.”

“I do.” He doesn’t seem to be fazed by my words, as he gently smiles. “I care about you, Y/N. Truly, I do. And I don’t care how angry or upset you are, I want to see it all. Because I don’t only care about the happy you, I care about all of you.”

“You don’t have to.” I repeat myself, like a parrot. My mind is blank, as I soak his words in.

“Right. I don’t have to, I guess.” He sighs, leaning on my tree too. Our faces are almost touching. I close my eyes. “But I want too, then. I get tired off all those perfect women, with their perfect lives and perfect hair. Believe it or not, perfect is boring.”

“But perfect is perfect.” I argue. I understand what he means, however I still want to be perfect. Perfectly boring. “Nothing can beat that.”

“Spilling a drink on a girl sure beats that.” He giggles, as I feel his body shake. I blush, not opening my eyes. “Being unapologetically and imperfectly yourself beats that too. Once you get the taste of perfect, you realize that fine wine is highly overrated.”

“So you prefer cheap ale?” I tease, as my body relaxes even more. With my eyes closed, I don’t see him, but feeling him, I know he’s here. I know he’s listening. It makes it so much easier to talk, truly open up.

“Yes. I guess I do.” His hand finds mine, squeezing it in a tight embrace. “It’s like coming home, where I don’t have to pretend. I don’t even like wine, yet I drink it. Blending in with the crowd you’re entertaining is what I do it for.”

“Isn’t it in bards blood to stand out?” I open my eyes, not looking at him. I listen to us breathing, as he thinks of an answer.

“You are correct yet again, my darling.” He sighs. “But stand out too much, you become a royal clown. Stand out too little, you fade away. You need a perfect amount of attention and praise.”

“You love attention anyways.” I see him nod, as he smiles.

“Empty attention is empty attention.” He leans forward from the tree, as I see him face me. I don’t turn to do the same. “It only matters when it’s coming from someone who truly cares about you. All of you.”

“How can you tell if it’s genuine or empty?” I turn to him now. His eyes shine, seemingly reflecting the stars in them. I try to look away, but his cosmos has sucked me in.

“You just know.” He leans in, placing his forehead on mine. I close my eyes, as my breath cuts short. “While we all enjoy finer things in life, there is nothing like people who make you feel at home.”

“Like Geralt.” I say, breathlessly. I try to divert the conversation, scared to get my hopes up, just for them to be shattered again.

“Like you, Y/N.” The way my names slides off his lips sends my heart to a race. I feel my face heat up, as tears prick my eyes yet again.

As he realizes I am crying, he pulls me to his chest, gently rubbing my back. Jaskier allows me to feel it out, to cry it out. Not worrying if I ruin his fine outfit or if I smell of Roach.

He doesn’t care about that. He didn’t need someone with a fancy dress or perfect hair. This little bard was more than just someone who was aiming for fine thrills. He was looking for a home, something exciting. Something not perfect.

And I guess somewhere in there, I fit in. Perfectly.