#the kind of courage it takes to say out loud that maybe she doesn't want to die at all

[cosmal]

reader falling asleep against remus?? maybe they aren’t dating yet but are oblivious idiots in love with each other and he freaks out !!

pillow

summary you fall asleep on remus at a party.

content remus lupin x fem!reader, she/her

"Mate, you've gotta be the worst pillow ever. Relax a bit," Sirius says to Remus who's gone stiff underneath you.

"I should wake her up, right? Like, it was an accident. She's gonna think I'm weird for not waking her up," Remus panics, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Hey, woah," Sirius puts his hands out to calm his friend like he's a spooked animal, "She wouldn't have fallen asleep on you if she didn't trust you, right?"

He takes a breath and looks down at you. He remembers how much he stupidly likes you and relaxes a bit. "Right," he says under his breath.

"Good," Sirius sighs.

He's not entirely sure how you've done it. It's loud at this party and the two seater isn't the most comfortable place to be. He then thinks about how if it were him in your position, he'd do the exact same thing. He trusts you enough to fall alseep on, despite the circumstances. He's sure his are different to yours, though.

He let's you get comfortable where you've got your cheek smooshed against his shoulder and hopes his sweater isn't too scratchy. Your lips are parted in the slightest and your nose keeps twitching. He remembers how tired you'd told him you were and hopes this moment of rest is enough to help until you have to go home.

He really wanted to talk to you tonight, maybe, if he'd found enough courage, he would've asked you on a date. But he's just as content with letting you use him to sleep comfortably. He envies it really, because he could also use a power nap.

He tries his best to keep you alseep, a hand around your shoulder to keep you shielded from rowdy partygoers but knows it's inevitable that you'll wake. The room starts to fill more as the sun falls behind the horizon and he feels you start to stir.

You lift yourself from his side and blink yourself awake. You look around the room confused, the cutest pout on your lips, before you catch Remus to your side. Then, you startle.

"Oh my god," you say, and hold your hands to your cheeks, "Remus, I'm so sorry!" You start to come into yourself and can't stop smiling. You duck your face into your shoulder and try to act unaffected, though you fail.

"It's okay," he says, and because while you were asleep, he'd swelled with courage, he wraps an arm back around your shoulders and encourages you back into his side. He's not forceful with it but you snuggle back into him like it's second nature and he melts. "I kind of liked it."

"Oh," you say under your breath, but because you're so close he can hear you. He treasures this position dearly, because most of the time you're too shy to speak as loudly as you should.

"You're cute when you sleep," he says, pushing it really, he expects to run out of confidence soon. "It's too loud in here, but I think you were snoring."

You groan and cover your face with your hands, bubbling with embarrassed giggles. "Stop it," you say, flustered and airy, "Was I really?"

"No, I'm kidding, sweetheart," he laughs, nudging your shoulder with his own, "It's okay, you were fine."

"Good," you say, looking at him through the parts in your fingers. "At least I didn't drool, I do that at home sometimes." You take your hands from your face but you still seemed flustered.

"Really?" he laughs.

"Yeah."

He doesn't stop himself from saying, "Well, I'll have to see that one day." He doesn't regret it when you start to roar with laughter.

"Are you inviting yourself back to my bed, Lupin?" you ask through pretty giggles.

"Is that okay?"

You tuck your head back into his side and try to hold back your laughter. He thinks you're trying to hide your flustered face. "Of course, it is."

[theclaravoyant]

fireworks - bucktommy (T, ~1000wd)

AN ~ now taking prompts! because i can't help myself . in the meantime please enjoy this little hurtcomfort, inspired by the prompts "late night conversations/anxiety" for upcoming @evanbuckleyweek <3 (I couldn't wait that long!)

also on AO3.

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Can't make it tonight babe :( Not feeling so hot.

Buck is running late, but not so late that he doesn't have time to stop by on his way to the Grant-Nash gathering for a little bit of boyfriending. Tommy had sadly had to pull out of this one, but not to worry, Buck has brought over his favourite meatball sub in case he's feeling like a pick me up.. and a bottle of ginger ale in case he's not.

Either way, as he approaches the front door Buck is surprised to hear music so loud – albeit muffled – that the bass in it shakes the windows.

“Tommy?”

He frowns. He, for one, isn't one to blast his workout mix when he's stuck in bed, or bent over a toilet bowl, or whatever other nastiness supposedly awaits him. The lights are off inside.

Brought dinner, he taps into his phone. All good?

He bounces on the balls of his feet.

Babe, let me in x

There's no response, not even those little bouncing dots. Buck is definitely not thinking about Tommy passed out on the living room floor or kidnapped or something. But he does pull up Athena's number before he reaches for the spare key. Just in case.

“Babe!” he calls, looking around. The house is dark. This still feels like something he shouldn't really be doing. “Tommy!”

He follows the sound toward the basement stairs, where light is coming through. From down below, he hears the grunts and slaps of rigorous exercise... or something else, and it dawns on him that well, he and Tommy haven't technically agreed, haven't really discussed, if they're exclusive or anything and he might be intruding on something and that little voice in the back of his head that tells him nobody's ever all in is getting so loud... He freezes at the bottom of the stairs, just before he can turn the corner and see something. What the hell is he doing. How fast can he back track without Tommy noticing that he's being jealous and weird and-

The music stops.

Well. Here goes.

-

“Evan?”

Tommy can't help it, his face lights up at the sight of him. Which is weird, because Evan looks sort of mortified. Probably because Tommy had bailed on something important to him under the guise of being sick and here he is, very much not throwing up or hiding from the light or anything, slicked with so much sweat his hair has dropped a few shades in colour.

“Tommy. Y- You're feeling better?”

“You brought a sandwich?”

“Botticelli's.”

Damn it. Tommy throws his head back, closes his eyes as a pang of guilt punches through him. The kid went and brought his favourite sandwich. He just wants to make sure he's okay. Damn it, damn it.

“I can explain.”

“Is this because you're not ready to meet Athena? 'Cause she can give one hell of a shovel talk but she's cool, really.”

“I've met Athena,” Tommy assures him. In spite of himself, a smile touches his lips, because that was kind of a significant part of this whole thing. “Evan – I promise, this has nothing to do with us.”

It seems to help a little bit. At least, enough that Evan trails after him into the basement proper while he paces and takes a swig of water and tries to wrangle the courage to say it.

“The fourth of July is just... not my thing,” he manages. “I don't really like fireworks.”

He looks Evan in the eyes as he puts it together. Maybe he knows Eddie doesn't either, maybe he knows it's a common trigger for veterans, maybe he just knows what it's like to try and pack the depths of unspeakable horror into words. Especially when you're meant to be a badass fearless firefighter.

“I'm sorry,” Evan says. The fear and confusion and anguish melts away, his expression painfully earnest and concerned as he closes the distance between them. Part of Tommy wants to bury his face, to freeze like a rabbit or run and hide, but something about Evan, as always, makes him stay.

“I'm sorry,” he breathes. “I didn't mean to lie. I'm just … used to dealing with this by myself. And you- you're so- I mean, you died? You actually, for real died in a thunder storm and you got in a helicopter to fly into a hurricane like it was nothing. I guess I worried you wouldn't get it.”

Evan cups a hand around the back of his neck and it's grounding, it's nice, and Tommy's forehead falls forward against Evan's. He takes a ragged breath. Evan's phone starts ringing.

“You don't have to tell me,” Evan says, “what you've been through. But I'm here for you, okay? If you want me.” He glances at his phone and adds- “It's Maddie. Just checking where I'm at. Want me to tell them I'm not coming?”

Tommy shakes his head. “No. Go. I'll be alright here, have a night in. My boyfriend brought me my favourite sandwich."

-

He smiles. Buck smiles back, and presses forward a gentle, comforting kiss before they part. Tommy shakes it off as he heads back toward the stairs, but there's a long stretch of silence. The muffled whistle and echoing boom of an airbomb sails overhead and he can hear Tommy's breath quietly catch and it's almost as if it pulls out the words from his chest.

“I can't remember the lightning.”

“Hm?”

He turns back. Tommy is watching after him.

“I can't remember the lightning, Tommy. That's probably why I can fly into a hurricane. It's- actually it's pineapple jello for me. It was all I could eat for weeks after they took the tubes out. Pineapple jello and vanilla icecream. The first time I smelt a piña colada after I got out, I thought I was going to die.”

I get it.

Tommy nods. After a beat, he adds-

“And hey, Evan. This is something I kind of like to keep to myself. So if anyone asks-”

“Violent gastro. Got it.”

He rolls his eyes, and huffs, and smiles as he tucks the little foam earplug back in place.

“I love you, too.”

[sumicchin]

CHIMES OF THE HEART

❃ a wind breaker (satoru nii) reader insert.

CHAPTER 5

Makochi was too good for you. (2.5k words)

content warning: female reader, a bit angsty, violence

After having breakfast at Sakura's apartment, the Furin students went on their way to school. It was decided that you would stay with Kotoha while waiting for the first years to accompany you around town, saying that it's not safe to go alone in this situation.

"For real? That guy is wack in the head, good on you for escaping." Kotoha exclaims. Other than some elderly having their breakfast, it was just the two girls inside the cafe. From an outsiders perspective, it almost seemed like the two of you knew each other since birth from how loud you both were.

"But... it's not like I feel better now that you guys are involved in my problem," You sigh, feeling yourself open up to the brunette.

Kotoha gently puts down the cup she's been drying and puts her hand on your shoulder. She's dealt with these situations too frequently, but it's not like she's one to shy away from helping people "Hey, don't say that. Just because we haven't known each other for a long time doesn't mean you can't rely on others, we're more than happy to help you."

You just look at her silently, not knowing how to respond. The Mikos back at the shrine were kind and made great company, but not so much that you'd consider them friends. You were only there to protect them, humor their small talk during the many trips to the market, and maybe get to know a bit more about them, but not about you. The priest and Hayami were adamant on not letting you spend too much time with them. Kotoha who you've just met today on the other hand, was crossing a boundary you were unfamiliar with. Sakura must've felt the same way...

"Sorry...if I come across too touchy. It's a silly habit," she says with a warm smile. "Sakura was the same when he first arrived, and now look at him, hanging out with friends and all. It's a step forward to make him feel that he belongs, and hopefully...you can entrust this town and its citizens of your burdens."

Her words were simple, yet comforting. You were still conflicted, whether to overhaul these feelings of doubt on your own or entrust yourself to the people of Makochi. You went silent for a while, but Kotoha knew better than to probe. She patiently waits for your response.

"I... don't know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment, but thank you...for offering your aid."

Kotoha smiles and taps your shoulder, prompting you to look at her. "To get your feelings across much better, it's good to look at the person's eyes."

You look at Kotoha as per her advice and muster your courage to say, "Thank you."

"That's the spirit! So, how's the sandwich and coffee?" You're surprised at how good of a conversationist Kotoha is, able to lift your mood in just mere seconds. She's a good person...I can trust her.

Your plate had only half a chunk of the sandwich left, the warm coffee at least a thirds of the cup. "It's amazing! I've never had this kind of food back at the shrine."

Now Kotoha's more motivated to spoil you with all the city has to offer. "There's tons of places you can check out here in Makochi! Obviously my cafe is tons better but I'd love to see you try out everything." She starts going on a tangent, mentioning the Tsubaki person again and taking you shopping this coming weekend. It made you feel giddy and excited, but part of you was worried you'll attract unwanted attention. Never would you want Kotoha or anyone really to be in harm's way.

"That all sounds exciting. But maybe after my whole fiasco is settled...I don't want to break the peaceful environment here."

Kotoha visibly tenses at your statement, "Give Makochi a day or two, you'll have the full experience by then—"

Cueu a loud thud from the window.

Kotoha looks at the source of noise and just sighs, "That's a new record."

You see a crowd forming right outside the cafe, circling the lone student from Furin. Kotoha whips out her phone and starts dialing someone.

"I'll call the guys over—"

"Do you have a broomstick or anything similar, Kotoha?" She stares at you, but hands you a broomstick anyways. "I'll make sure to return it!"

You step out of the cafe, approaching the bruised student with the broomstick in hand. He coughs out blood and you irk, "Can you stand?"

He shakes his head and points at the large group of men, about ten or so.

"Oh, so yer the girl that took out our men."

"Ah, yeah...I already apologized though." You unapologetically say, and this irked some of the men. Your mentor would've done the same either, and he had the patience of a saint.

One of the tallest in the group comes forward and stares you down, hunching to meet your eye, "We were punished by our boss thanks to them embarassing us."

You stare back, "And why did you involve someone innocent? You're even worse than scum." Never did your words carry so much poison.

Sojiro would've been so proud of you right now.

The man goes for a punch, but you immediately dodge and go behind his figure, raising your broomstick and hitting swiftly at his nape. His body falls near the injured Furin student who looks up at you with amazement. You crouch down to his level, taking a good look at where he was hurt. Bruises on his head, cheeks swelling, and his dirtied uniform most likely hid even more gashes.

Pointing the broomstick at them, you face the group of men and yell, "You're all cowards for ganging up on a student. Apologize to him!"

They all charge towards you, yelling profanities that your ears blocked. You have no time to hear their idiocy, the task at hand is to quickly dispose of them without making a mess.

Unbeknownst to you, the Furin student had the energy to whip out his phone and record footage of the fight, sending the video to the Class 1-1 group chat.

Kakiuchi

Sent a video.

Happening rn at pothos!

Kotoha and the elderly patrons of Cafe Pothos watch from inside as you single out opponents with flawless footwork and quick strikes to the neck, rendering opponents still after being hit. "That little lady is quite the fighter," the old man says, watching with glee.

So this is what Umemiya and Hiragi meant, Kotoha thinks.

The Furin student sees his phone get bombarded by messages from the group chat just seconds later.

Kiryu

Lol (F/n) get their asses!!

Nirei

WHAT'S HAPPENING??!??!??

WHY IS (F/N) FIGHTING??!?!!?!!!

Tsugeura

SHE'S A BEAST HOLY CRAP

Anzai

DAMN?????

Suo

We'll be there as soon as we can

Not even a minute passed, all men were down and unconscious around you. You stretch after the tiresome workout, and wonder why your hand felt lighter than earlier.

The broomstick is now in half.

Sweating bullets, you refuse to look back at Kotoha and the Furin student who were calling out your name.

"(F/n)! Are you injured?" She says worriedly, inspecting your body for any signs of bruising. She found none thankfully, making her sigh of relief. "Thank you, for protecting us."

You refuse to look her in the eye but at the now two pieces of wooden sticks in your hand. Kotoha notices this and laughs, "Don't worry about that! It's just a broom."

"T-thank you!" The student says from his seat, "Please let me know how I can repay you!"

Your eyes light up from hearing it, "You don't have to really...but a broom would be nice."

"YOU BRAT!!!!!!" A familiar voice shouts from afar.

You suddenly gain the courage to face Kotoha and give her a pitiful look, mouthing the words please cover for me.

Sakura stomps and grabs both your shoulders and shakes you back and forth, "How hard is it to stay still?! You had us worried sick!!!!"

"Now, now, the deed's already been done. Not much we can do now," Suo says, looking at the pile of bodies. "You sure did a number on them (F/n), very impressive!"

Kotoha rips you away from Sakura's grasp, hugging your figure, "Can you go easy on her? (F/n) literally just saved us."

"It's my fault! Please don't get angry at her," the injured Kakiuchi who Nirei helped stand up says to his classmates. "I was on my way to school when they asked me about a girl who beat up the guys at the red light district. I was no match for them..."

So it really was your fault he got injured.

Sakura clicks his tongue and looks at his classmate sternly, "You could've called us! We swore to help each other out, didn't we!?"

Everyone looks at their grade captain who became embarrassed upon noticing he attracted the eyes of everyone, "All I'm saying is...don't do everything on your own, a-alright! We're a class for a reason!"

"And you!" Sakura points at your figure, hiding behind Kotoha, "From now on, someone's gonna look after you!"

Stepping away from Kotoha, you glare at Sakura dead in the eyes, "I refuse."

"What did you say?" Sakura huffs, looming over your figure, showing signs of annoyance.

"I said I refuse! Didn't you see how someone got injured because of me? Do you think I'd want any more of you to get hurt because of me?!"

He backs off, eyes wide and stunned. Kotoha stood her ground beside you, but she was clearly shaken by the sudden shift in you. Looking at Kotoha made you regret your words. It's like her words didn't get through you at all...

If you can't trust yourself, who will?

"You've all done enough to help me, but I'll have to do things on my own from now on. Please tend to his injuries well."

They all watch as you walk away.

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"OUCH!" Umemiya yelps as he holds up his pricked finger. Sugishita rushes to his side, band aid in hand.

"Thank you, Sugishita!"

"You seem... bothered," Sugishita mutters while tending to his upperclassman's small injury. Umemiya smiles, proud to know how perceptive his little brothers were.

He looks up at the sky, breathing in the fresh air brought by the downpour from yesterday. Umemiya recalls a day like this in his childhood, and he'd been thinking about it while tending to his seedlings. "Ah, I just remembered something. That girl, I knew she was familiar."

Sugishita has heard of the commotion you caused yesterday, but partly because Umemiya couldn't stop discussing it in private with Hiragi earlier. The boy was never one to pry, but seeing Umemiya this bothered him was a matter on its own. It must be very important.

Umemiya's phone ringing suddenly broke the two's trance. He was greeted with Sakura's handle. Must be really urgent if Sakura of all people was calling.

"Sakura! What's the matter?"

He waits for the boy to respond, prompting Umemiya to randomly say Sakura's name to check if it's him or if the call was a mistake.

He gave Sakura a few more seconds, and he finally heard him spoke through the phone.

"(F/n)...she left."

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You ended up walking at a park, people going by their day and spending time with their loved ones. Must be nice...

It was a fair weather compared to the last few days, so most families decided to make the most out of the opportunity for recreation. You hear a little girl cry, pointing at her balloon stuck on a tree while her mom calms her down. You didn't want to overstep, but the little girl was adamant on having her balloon and didn't want her mom to buy a new one.

Without hesitation, you climb and found yourself reaching for the balloon.

"Ah! Thank you, big sis!" The little girl says, her mother thanking you as well. Just as you are about to leave them, the little girl tells you to stay still and wait for her to come back.

"Big sis!" The little girl runs up to you and hands you an ice cream cone, "Thanks for getting my balloon back!"

The act of generosity surprised you, wanting to decline her offer and let her have the ice cream instead. "This is yours! Please take it, it has one of my favorite flavors!"

You watch as they walk off hand in hand. The ice cream in your hand had three scoops and looked a lot like the ones advertised in magazines. It was very delicious, like the little girl just said. The fact that someone else gave it to you out of gratitude added more to its value than just being a mere dessert.

This town was peaceful, with kind citizens inhabiting it.

You're just here to ruin it.

You kept walking around the park until you reached a fountain with a statue of a couple and their baby, peacefully sitting by the fountain's ledge. As soon as you find what Hayami and Sojiro entrusted you with, you'll be sure to be out of Makochi's borders.

Taking the time to rest before you make your move, the statue strikes you as odd now that you've paid attention.

A plaque beneath had a quote etched:

Where joy grows deep, sorrow must deepen; the greater one's pleasures, the greater the pain.

"That's...a quote from Kusamakura," you recall. Hayami and Sojiro often quoted this and told you of its meaning as a child.

"Oh...Our little ghost is quite the bookworm!" A familiar voice happily says out loud.

Turning your head to confirm your assumption, you see locks of swept white hair and large grey irises. "Ume...miya?"

"I'm glad you remember my name!" He points at the seat next to you with a grin, "Do you mind if I take a seat?"

You scooch over, making room for his large figure. He seemed very relaxed, contrasting your anxious self.

"So, how's Makochi so far?" He asks, looking at the citizens of the town who seemed aware of his presence as well, often waving when passing by.

"It's...cozy. The people here are nice to each other, almost like everyone's family."

The man lets out a satisfied hum, "And you're a part of it."

You let out a weak laugh, looking at Umemiya with a pitiful smile, "I've been here for a few days, and I'll take my leave after I finish my task. You can all pretend like I've never been here."

"Just like a ghost."

Umemiya frowns at your choice of words, almost thinking of lecturing you on the spot. He lets out a sigh, "I've heard about what happened earlier...I know it's hard to see someone get hurt, but you don't have to shoulder all the blame. Bofurin exists to protect everyone in Makochi, and that includes you."

"You guys are too kind...to a sickening and persistent degree if I might add," you scoff.

"If it gets you to feel welcome and accustomed here, then by all means, I'll become the most annoying person you're gonna know," Umemiya says, almost too seriously. "I'm here sitting next to you for a reason."

Curious about the sudden change in Umemiya's tone, you see him look sternly at the fountain statue. You've only seen him this morning, but you can tell this was not his usual demeanor.

Umemiya pauses for a moment, seemingly racking his thoughts before speaking, "Care to lend an ear for me, (F/n)?"

tag list: @wutap

[blueb3rryjongseob]

𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤.

pairing- non!idol!jongseob × fem!reader

synopsis - Jongseob swore on his life that he would never confess his love for you. Why would he? He was always a quiet observer, content to blend in with the background. As fate would have it, a chance encounter during a school project brings you and Jongseob together, sparking a friendship that begins to blossom into something more. But as Jongseob musters the courage to reveal his true feelings, will his quiet nature and your contrasting personality stand in the way of a love that was meant to be?

wc: estimated 1.6k

a/n- @winskzer forced me to write this guys.., honestly did have fun though i literally LOVE the synopsis and the plot and everything

warnings- nothing tbh

genre- romance, school au, introvert jongseob, popular, athletic, etc. reader, fluff, vanilla, NO SMUT

⚠️NOT PROOFREAD⚠️

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jongseob knew he had a problem. The minute his heartbeat sped up at the sight of you walking past him in the hallway. Or the way he caught himself smiling helplessly whenever you offered a student your help. What was it about you that had him wrapped around your finger? He'd never know.

You, an enthusiastic and beloved student whose smile lights up a room, are unaware of his feelings. Heck, you never had time for yourself. Constantly jumping between being captain of the cheer team, member of the student council and...you get the point.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Flashforward to present time, Jongseob sat in the back row of his History class. It's always empty, less people for him to talk to, and besides, what kind of lunatic would sit next to the quiet kid all by himself? You. You're the lunatic. Imagine the utter disbelief on poor Jongseob's face, he could already feel the sweat coming.

Jongseob could not breathe. Literally. He watched your every movement. The way your eyes glimmered whenever the teacher called on you to answer, or the way you colour coordinate your notes, a thousand different highlighters somehow packed neatly onto your desk. Or maybe how he noticed the way your eyes slowly flickered to the side, stealing glances at him here and there. Wait. What?

Ofcourse, he quickly dismissed these thoughts. You of all people, taking a liking to him? Unbelieveable. I mean, who in their right mind would ever like Jong-

"-Seob, sorry for bothering. May i borrow a pen? Mine just ran out of ink and I really need to finish this note.."

Oh My Gosh. Did you just ask him for a pen? He picked up the nearest pen he could find. (He may or may not have been waiting for this moment all his life so he memorized the brand of pens you use and the colour ink you use the most.) Sweaty hands slowly passed the pen to you, his face red like cherries and his eyes looking at literally anything but you.

"Thankyou! I'm so happy I sat next to you for this period, I always buy this brand!"

"Oh, really? What a coincidence..haha.."

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

There's one thing Jongseob hates, and it's paired projects. Why have two people do it when he could simply do it on his own? Also because he has no friends to ask if they'd pair with him, but he'd never say it out loud(even though it's pretty obvious). So, imagine the look on Jongseob's face when his History teacher announced a paired project, the worst part? It's worth basically his entire grade, so it doesn't look like he can't not do it.

He glanced to the side, much to his suprise, almost the entire class stood next to you, begging you to pair with them. (He wasn't that suprised to be honest. You were immensely popular.)

Now, he was a very observant person, so he could bet his entire life that he was the first and most likely the only one to notice the slight discomfort on your face. You were good at hiding it, he can't lie. Pretty smile and crescent eyes waving away the people and softly apologizing for denying them.

You didn't want to partner with any of them, really. You were just too nice to directly say no.

"S-She's uh..She's paired with me..Sorry guys.."

Where'd this newfound confidence come from? We'd never know. You turned to him, a bit shocked he'd said this.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Being one of the most participative students in your year, you get to know people. And you knew all too well that Jongseob was the last person in the class, in the entire school even to say something. Ofcourse, you'd 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 give up an opportunity to pair with Jongseob, so you went along with it. (Y/n?? Is that a crush I smell?)

"Yeah..Yeah! What he said. I'm paired with Jongseob. Sorry guys. Maybe next time?"

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒

The rest of the class went by in a blur for Jongseob. The realization that he would be working with you on a project had his heart racing. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you turned to him with a warm smile. (He tried pretending you weren't there but he couldn't resist your pearly whites and glossy lips)

"Jongseob, do you have time after school to start on the project?" you asked, your eyes gleaming.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered, still in disbelief that you were talking to him.

"Great! Meet me in the library at 3, 'kay?"

Jongseob nodded, unable to form any coherent words. As you gathered your things and left the classroom, he felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was his chance to get to know you better, but he was terrified of messing it up.

𐙚⋆˚✿˖°

After school, Jongseob found himself sitting at a table in the library, waiting for you. He fidgeted with his notebook, trying to calm his nerves. (He had a half a mind to get up and leave, but he couldn't stand the idea of you waiting for him all alone in the library) When you finally arrived, you were slightly out of breath from rushing over, but your smile was as radiant as ever.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to finish up a meeting for the student council," you explained, taking a seat across from him.

"No worries," Jongseob replied, feeling a bit more at ease now that you were here. In his mind, you looked even prettier like this. Hair a bit messy and your skirt ridden up a little from practically running to the library.

You both opened your textbooks and started discussing the project. To Jongseob's surprise, you were not only kind but also incredibly smart.Don't get him wrong, he knew you were smart, but you basically sponsored all the information. As the conversation flowed, he found himself enjoying your company more and more. You were patient, attentive, and genuinely interested in his thoughts and ideas. For the first time in a while, he felt..seen.

Jongseob was on cloud nine(to be on cloud nine is basically an idiom that means to be extremely happy). It was as if he had been friends with you for the entire year. As you both packed your stuff and made plans to meet back up tomorrow-

''Hey, Y/n..C-Could I have your number? Y-You know! To text you..a-about the project, ofcourse.."

"Hm..Could you have my number?" You said, a teasing smile on your face. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, you walked up to Jongseob, slipping a piece of paper into his hands. "You better text me, cutie~" (yall the paper had her number, she whispered the 'you better text me, cutie' part), before you walked out the library, leaving a flushed, confused and taken aback Jongseob.

---

Over the next few weeks, you and Jongseob spent a lot of time together, working on the project and slowly becoming friends. You found yourself looking forward to your study sessions, appreciating Jongseob's quiet intelligence and his subtle sense of humor.

One afternoon, as you both sat in the library, you looked up from your notes and watched Jongseob for a moment. He was focused, his brow furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't help but smile. There was something comforting about his presence.

"Jongseob," you said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked up, surprised by the gentle tone of your voice. "Yeah?"

"I'm really glad we got paired for this project. I feel like I've gotten to know you a lot better," you admitted.

His eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Me too."

---

As the project deadline approached, Jongseob couldn't ignore the growing feelings he had for you. He cherished every moment you spent together, but the thought of confessing his feelings terrified him. What if it ruined the friendship you had built? He'd rather stay with whatever you two had than ruining it with his stupid feelings.

On the day of your final presentation, you and Jongseob stood in front of the class, confidently delivering your project. When it was over, your classmates applauded, and the teacher praised your work. You turned to Jongseob, beaming with pride.

"We did it!" you exclaimed, giving him a quick hug.

Jongseob's heart skipped a beat. The warmth of your embrace lingered long after you pulled away, the scent of your perfume infilrating his sense of smell. As the class filed out, you and Jongseob stayed behind to gather your things. The classroom was empty now, and an awkward silence settled between you. The project was the main reason you both got together, afterall.

"There's something I need to tell you," Jongseob said suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I..Gosh, I don't think I should say it.." Jongseob was scared. He had to confess to you, but he just couldn't.

"Seob? What's wrong?" You said, dropping your bag and walking up to him slowly. (All he could think about in that moment was how pretty you looked with concern for him written all over your face. Oh. And that damn nickname. It gave him butterflies.)

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've... I've liked you for a long time. I never thought I'd have the chance to tell you, but working on this project with you has been amazing. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I needed to be honest."

You were taken aback by his confession. For a moment, you were speechless. Then, a smile spread across your face, and you reached out to take his hand.

"Jongseob, you're not that good at keeping secrets," you said softly. "But the truth is, I've grown to like you too. I've always noticed you, you know. Your quiet personality stands out alot more than you think..I like it. You're smart, gentle, funny and so damn cute too. I like you too, Seob."

Jongseob's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

"Ofcourse, silly." you chuckled softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"Damnit Y/n." All of a sudden, his hands were around your waist, pulling you into his chest, his fingers guiding your face up to look at him, all before he pressed his lips on yours.

As you stood there, holding hands in the empty classroom, Jongseob felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this love was meant to be.

ANDD IT'S A WRAP!! COLOURED PENS IS OFFICIALLY DONE! I started this silly little oneshot back in May(not even kidding) and I have a bunch of other things in my drafts that I will be getting to ASAP. Took me three months to stop procrastinating, but I'm done!

Thankyou so so so so so so sooo much if you read and made it this far!! please, follow, like and reblog so that you could get even better fanfics like this!!

-Berry.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Tfa sentinel prime developing a crush an a kind and oblivious bot who came to life by an allspark fragment who has the personality of fluttershy from my little pony and how would the other react to it

Let's call her Flutterbot for now.

The first thing that attracts him is how pretty she is. Flutterbot has a gentle kind of beauty, like the first rays of sunshine over Iacon's skyline, warm and inviting. It makes Sentinel feel confident when he first approaches her, feeling confident that he can easily charm this cute bot.

Her personality makes her feel even more confident. He thinks she's shy because she likes him. And when Flutterbot starts tripping over her words, starts mumbling and looking? It makes him feel like the smoothest bot in the galaxy because clearly she's overwhelmed by his attention.

While he doesn't particularly understand her attachment to, ugh, these organic critters, Sentinel can't help but find it cute how caring she is. Will however tell Flutterbot that organics are disgusting and that she shouldn't waste her time on them.

-Optimus, while initially reluctant to meddle with Sentinel's romantic life, eventually decides that he's got to do something because this is painful to watch. Either Sentinel develops a brain and realizes he's just stressing Flutterbot out (maybe he could even get a better personality) or he backs off. Optimus doesn't want to see Flutterbot get hurt by Sentinel's inability to read the room.

-Yeah, no, Ratchet is stepping between them whenever Sentinel decides to 'flirt'. Flutterbot is obviously too nice to say it herself but Ratchet isn't so listen closely Sentinel; SHE'S NOT INTERESTED SO GET LOST ALREADY. There, he said it. Now he's going to teach the poor bot to speak up for herself because Flutterbot really needs to grow a backbone.

-At first Bumblebee thinks it's kinda funny to watch this whole train wreck go down. Sentinel, self obsessed idiot nr 1, flirting with Flutterbot and failing to realize that her shyness is simply due to her social anxiety. But it gets progressively less funny as Bee takes notice of how increasingly stressed Flutterbot becomes and now it's just annoying. Hey, Sentinel! Back off! Can't you see that she doesn't like you? Learn to read the room!

-Bulkhead clearly sees how nervous Flutterbot is so he hides her whenever Sentinel comes around. She's too nice to say what she's really feeling and Bulkhead doesn't think it's his right to state her feelings out loud so until she gathers the courage he will just stop the interactions from happening. If she gets anxious she can come and paint with Bulkhead, it always helps him calm down.

-Prowl really likes Flutterbot since they have a lot in common. They both enjoy nature and likes animals, are pretty calm and enjoys passing time in comfortable silence. So similar to Bulkhead, he'll hide her away whenever Sentinel comes around. Tries to teach her meditation techniques to get her anxiety under control so that she can one day stand up for herself.

[zylophie]

Yandere Drabbles With Nene, Mafuyu & Toya

♬ yue is typing...

↻hello, ModRui here but I'm also called as yue. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! It's showtime~!

■ warnings : implied stalking, gaslighting, slight mention of mind-breaking and isolation.

► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Yandere Alphabet, Letters Of B, I, M and T with Nene, Mafuyu and Toya...

꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

💬 ┊ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

Nene wouldn't dare to scare you off and she isn't willing to get her hands dirty, what if you will hate her if she does something bad like hurting another? The thought scares her to the core so she never want to disappointed you in any ways, she wants you to adore her as much as she adore you...

"Hey Nene, are you okay? You've been staring at my face for a quite while..." 

"Eek?!"

...you never know how hard she tried to get your attention, everything she does is for you, hoping you would return the feelings one day.

💬 ┊ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

💌 ┊ . . . 

Nene dream of a simple and sweet love life with you, supporting each other and hanging out on your day offs. Maybe in the far future, she could live together with you, playing video games and she get to see you first thing in the morning before starting the day...she doesn't have that much confidence to begin with but maybe with you, she doesn't have to worry about that cuz just being near you is enough to make her on cloud nine. She haven't gotten the courage to ask you out herself so she is secretly hoping you would have the same feelings and ask her that life-changing question...

"...(name)..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Uh... nevermind... I just want to say... your name..."

💬 ┊ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

💌 ┊ . . . 

Nene is not that much different from how she act around her friends and family than how she act around you but people may notice the constant stares she may give while you aren't looking. She get all flustered whenever you just happen to notice her staring and this lead to some teasing from her friends...

"I see you're staring at your crush again?"

"O-Oh... I...wasn't staring..." 

"NENE HAS A CRUSH!!?"

"...! D-Don't say it so loud..!"

💬 ┊ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

💌 ┊ . . . 

When your eyes starts to get all teary, feeling worried, Nene try to reach out "... hey, are you okay..?" but before she can wipe a tear, a loud slap echo through the halls. Blinking in disbelief as she stare at her hand "(n-name)...?" She flinched when she saw the irritated look in your clear (color) eyes, why do you look so hurt and betrayed...? She didn't know why, couldn't move a muscle, fearing it will worsen your mood more than it already is.

It's feel like she couldn't breathe as you stare her down but to her relief, you look away 

"... whatever, it's not like you can understand how I feel" 

"hey...wait...I don't understa-" 

Ignoring her calls, you turn your back on the girl, refusing turn back...not even once as you walk off, feeling bitter...if only you turn back, you would have seen her sorrowful eyes, tearing up as she was forced to stare after your figure, disappearing into a corner as if trying to hide your very existence from her watchful eyes. 

Nene couldn't understand...

She just couldn't understand what you mean by what you told her...

Did she do something wrong to make you hate her?

Then something inside her shattered into pieces, it was as if it was waiting for the moment to sink in...she finally broke down, weeping as the world die down...a soft whisper could be heard if one choose to listen...

 "I'm sorry..." 

·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙

💬 ┊ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

Behind her sweet facade, laid a twisted side that Mafuyu rarely show, she prefer using psychological methods instead of violence, manipulating her enemies into questioning their own sanity by the end of the day, she is an expert at hiding her own tracks...

"Mafuyu, remember the girl who was kinda rude to me the other day?"

"Hmm, I remember her, why? Did something happened between you two again?"

"Uh, well she suddenly approach me earlier to apologize but...the weird thing is there is something about her was...off...I can't explain it..."

"I think she probably just feel so guilty about it that she is...so shaken to think about the consequences of her actions if someone just so happen to hold a grudge against her..."

"Oh..so you think she got in trouble with the wrong crowd and that's why she is acting like that?...I guess it's make sense?"

"Don't worry about it too much, you should eat your lunch while you still can"

"Oh shoot...!" 

Oh how naive you can be, (name)...

💬 ┊ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

The future where you are smiling without a care in the world, that's the kind of future she wants to see the most. She simply want what was best for you so whether you get many injuries by tripping yourself over for being such a klutz or you accidentally cut yourself somehow, she want to take care of you to make sure you are healthy and happy...

"Did you trip over yourself again, (name)?"

"U-Uh yeah, I didn't see where I was going... sorry to keep on bothering you to patch me up, I'm not...a burden to you, am I?"

"Oh, not at all. I'm happy to patch you up anytime"

💬 ┊ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

💌 ┊ . . .

Not to a certain degree, Mafuyu seems to have a gift for keeping up appearances in front of other people but there is one difference between in the company of others and you...

"...so is there no one going to tell her that whenever she see (name), her eyes lit up but with everyone else, her eyes are just blank?"

"..."

"..."

"Um..."

"Really? NO ONE?"

"Let's just... leave her alone for now"

💬 ┊ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

💌 ┊ . . .

When Mafuyu found you crying in the back of the school building, she was a little startled when your eyes look reddish and clear tear stains on your soft cheeks as if you were crying for quite a while.

You were crying...

Who dare to make you cry like this?

"Come on... let's go and wash your face, okay?"

"O-Okay"

You poor thing could barely mumble a single word with your throat so sore from crying your heart out earlier... whoever was it, she will deal with them later but now, her first priority is comforting you at the moment.

·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙

💬 ┊ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

Toya like to keep his hands clean as much as possible if he can, his go to method is isolating his darling as much as possible so he won't have to worried about having you been taken away from him...

"Toya, why do you still hang out with me even with those bad rumors about me?" 

It was lunch time when you suddenly ask him that question, putting down his chopsticks, Toya glance over to you looking so dejected that almost makes him feel bad for what he did.

"...I just don't believe those rumors about you, I think you're a good person at heart"

"Really...? I...thank you for trusting me..."

"Yeah..."

You only need him in your life, no one else matters because he will leave you behind...

💬 ┊ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

💌 ┊ . . .

He want his darling to heavily reliant on him for most of your life if possible, he let you to meet his friends whenever he needs to practice for the next performance. Toya wouldn't force you to trust them completely but he doesn't want you to be friendless either so he hope you can feel comfortable enough to considering them as your only friends...after they are people he can truly trusted with you.

"Toya, can I go with you to your practice again today?"

"Sure, are you sure you will be okay with them?"

"Yeah...they are nice people so I... want to be their friend since they are your friends too...so uh..."

He think it's cute that you feel awkward to make friends with his band mates but he is glad that you're still you even after you got isolated by everyone else.

💬 ┊ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

💌 ┊ . . .

Toya is a worrywart when it's come to you so he is slightly more talkative which people notice it since he is always so calm and quiet, it's rare to see him seem... lively in an odd way...

"Toya seem... different"

"Yeah, it's weird..."

"I guess someone like him can get carried away  by something too if he try"

💬 ┊ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

💌 ┊ . . .

He was really caught off guard when you come into the room and started crying in his arms, patting your back to soothe you as your tears wet his shirt and he didn't need to ask that what make you like this...he wait for you to tell him yourself....for a while, you two stay like that in complete silence...

"Feeling a bit better now?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm sorry for crying so much..."

"It's okay, I... don't mind it actually"

You don't need other people to be happy with life...you only need him by your side and you won't leave him for another, after all it's only him who can understand your pain...

꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦

[silverynight]

By blood

<--Previous

Part IX

"You should tell us where he is immediately," Iguro mumbles, eyes fiercely looking back at Tanjirou. He can see a little bit of anger in his eyes, but the redhead knows it's not directed at him.

Himejima has taken Tanjirou in his arms, like he's trying to protect him from the demon that's not even there at the moment.

This is really bad and he hasn't even gotten to the part that's going to upset them the most.

"He probably wants something from you," Tomioka starts muttering, mostly to himself, as he paces around the backyard. "To earn your trust in order to–"

"No, it's not like that!" Tanjirou assures him. "Akaza has been nothing but kind to me since I met him! He promised he was going to protect me and that's everything he's been doing!"

Shinazugawa is not even listening to him; he's still too busy growling and throwing worried glances in his direction.

"I'll kill him!"

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be alive today!" Tanjirou retorts, drawing everyone's attention.

Once he has all the hashira staring at him in silence, Tanjirou begins telling them part of what happened during some of his missions.

"We probably owe him for that," Uzui grimaces. "I hate owing upper moons. But he did save you. Maybe we can tell him to fuck off for now."

"We won't kill him," Rengoku agrees, nervously making sure Tanjirou is completely fine; it's like all those things the redhead told them happened yesterday and not months ago.

"We'll have to kill him eventually," Tokito argues. "It's our duty to protect innocent lives and he probably still eats people."

"He doesn't," Tanjirou tells him. It's true that he's not with Akaza the whole time, but he knows the demon is not lying to him. He truly wants to redeem himself.

Kocho gets closer to the redhead and puts a hand on his shoulder like she's about to tell Tanjirou something he's not going to like.

"Listen, Tanjirou... I know you want to believe in everybody; that you'd give them a chance without a second thought... and that you want to think he's like Nezuko, but he's not. His body is used to consume humans; even if he wants to, it'd be impossible for him to stop doing that unless he has something to replace the taste with."

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears, looking at every single one of them, knowing it's time to tell them a little bit more about Akaza.

"He's been drinking my blood," he finally admits, heart beating like crazy inside his chest. He's not sure he has the energy or courage to tell them about the bites at the moment.

This time there's no loud chaos, and Tanjirou realizes too late that it was much better to have them growling and complaining out loud than to have this... deadly silence.

They all look like they're about to kill someone and Tanjirou finally understands why most of the slayers are afraid of them.

It's so obvious they can kill almost anyone with their bare hands. They probably want to at the moment.

"Where? Did it hurt? Does it still hurt?" Himejima asks with concern, pulling Tanjirou close again.

"Are you sure you're alright, darling?" Kanroji touches his forehead. "Perhaps we should bring you more food."

"I'm fine! He usually doesn't take too much–"

This time it's Uzui the one that growls.

"That's what you were hiding from us a couple of weeks ago, wasn't it?" Kocho says then, staring directly into Tanjirou's eyes.

"Yes..."

"So it was your shoulders and arms, right?" Tokito asks with curiosity and a little bit of annoyance.

"Y-Yes," maybe he shouldn't tell them about the thighs right now.

Tanjirou lets Kocho check on his shoulders and arms because he knows it'll help all the hashira calm down a bit.

"There are no visible marks now," she observes, narrowing her eyes with confusion.

Tanjirou starts getting nervous.

"He hasn't taken any in a while," he mumbles, feeling a little bit better knowing that's true... as long as he doesn't mention the exact amount of time.

Rengoku relaxes a little bit after that.

"You should stay in the butterfly estate for a couple of weeks," he suddenly says. "Just to make sure you're completely fine."

Tanjirou has the feeling they want to make sure Akaza doesn't see him again.

"Whatever deal you have with him," Tomioka says with a determined and slightly scary look on his face. "I don't want him to drink from you again."

Akaza told him he doesn't need so much blood in order to feel better so that could work for a while, but Tanjirou still needs to see him.

Although perhaps that's not the right time to tell them that.

***

Tanjirou starts feeling bad about everything; they are certainly not angry with him, but they're concerned and a little bit sad about what happened.

They haven't exactly promised him they're not going to look for Akaza and fight him, but they also haven't said anything about killing him again.

Even though some of them have things to do, they stay for a while with him and keep taking care of him like they always have; it's like they're afraid of leaving him alone.

"Could you give me another kiss, Tanjirou?" Tokito asks, all wrapped around the redhead already.

He gives him a couple of kisses on his cheeks and does the same with the others because he wants to let them know he cares about them too. Tanjirou loves them all, actually.

"I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long," Tanjirou mumbles sincerely; cheeks turning red as he scolds himself for not saying everything at once. "I have... something else to tell you, but I hope you don't mind if I tell you later."

He can see the deep concern written on their faces, but they nod after a while.

"It's okay if you don't want to keep courting me after this–"

"We'll always love you, darling!" Kanroji cuts him off, tearing up a bit.

Rengoku leans closer to give Tanjirou a kiss on the forehead.

"We'll be here as long as you'll have us."

Tanjirou tries to fight the tears, but some of them escape from his eyes; he feels like he doesn't deserve them, that they'd be better without him, but he's glad they still love him.

He can feel Shinazugawa's thumbs, wiping the tears off his face; he's surprisingly gentle.

"Please... just... stay here for a while," Tomioka pleads, taking both of Tanjirou's hands in his.

"I'll do that, I promise," it's the least he can do for them after all. Besides, he needs to seriously think about how he's going to tell them the rest.

It's not going to be easy; he should find Genya to ask him for advice.

***

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[zombiethingy]

all i want is the here and now - cuddlypoops

For day four of @zukki-week: relationship negotiations

wc: 1137 | rated: T (for language and to be safe) tags: modern au, getting together, pet names [AO3 link] [prologue] [previous part] [next part]

It's seemingly the middle of the night when Sokka wakes up with a crook in his neck and feeling way too hot.

He hears snoring that's somehow too loud to be coming from the next room. He tries removing his blanket, but it clings to him, and his cushion is uncharacteristically hard – and moving?!

He's very clearly not in his bed.

It still takes a while for his brain to wake up enough to clue him into where he is. But once it does, he recognizes the cushion as Zuko's abdomen and the blanket as Suki's arm.

They all fell asleep on the sofa in a pile, limbs around each other and faces smushed into soft body parts. On further investigation, even more body parts start to ache, but it's still too good to want to get away any time soon, he wants to enjoy it just a little longer, just a bit more...

When he wakes up the next time, blearily blinking his eyes open, he's greeted with a quiet "Good morning," in Zuko's raspy voice. And isn't it a treat to hear it even raspier this early?

Sokka even gets to look up at Zuko's smiling, sleep-soft face. He's also still warm and cuddled softly and so comfortable, so he doesn't really think when he answers with, "Morning, baby."

He sees Zuko freeze, almost starts to panic once he realizes what exactly he'd said, but then Zuko smiles even wider. Everything is great and his heartbeat picks up.

"Why does he get to be baby, what if I wanted to be baby?" Suki's voice suddenly cuts in.

"Because you're babe," Zuko's raspy voice supplies unexpectedly before Sokka can think of an answer.

"Mhm, yeah, he's right, babe. But then what am I?" he asks.

"Cuddlypoops," Suki and Zuko say at the same time and then break out in hysterical laughter at Sokka's indignant squeak.

Zuko shakes with laughter so much, it dislodges Sokka from where he was still lying partially on him and when Suki sits up to clutch at her sides, moving around quite a bit, it sends Sokka tumbling to the floor. It also breaks his stubborn pout, and he joins in laughing.

They send each other back into giggling fits a few times. But once they've calmed down a tense silence descends over the living room. Sokka isn't sure, if he really dares to hope or if that was all just friendly banter.

When he chances a glance at his roommates on the sofa, they are kind of holding onto each other and their faces look as guarded as he feels. So he dares.

"Can I–" he needs to clear his throat, needs to try again.

"Can I really call you baby and babe?" he finally asks. There are no protests.

Still, he can't look them in the eyes for the next part, but he needs to add, "And maybe girlfriend and boyfriend too?"

He's met with silence. Fuck.

Then two hands reach out to him, pulling him back on the couch.

Suki puts her hand on his cheek, making him look at her.

"Yes, I would really like that," she offers, stroking along his jaw.

Smiling affectionately at him, she adds, "Please be my boyfriend again."

Sokka's heart beats faster, but this time mostly from how excited he is and only a little out of fear for Zuko's reaction. He still didn't say anything.

But before he can collect the courage to turn towards him, Suki adds, "my cuddlypoops."

She snickers.

"Yes, cuddlypoops, I'd like to be your boyfriend too," Zuko finally answers between more giggles. He reaches out to twin their fingers together.

Sokka can't even be mad about the teasing, he's just so damn happy and feels so at home. He lets them hold onto him, moving closer to feel more of his partners, and they pull him in until he basically sits on their laps squished between them. Despite how he'd like to pepper them with kisses right about now, he closes his eyes again and enjoys the closeness, lets his heart calm down for a bit.

He just got a boyfriend and a girlfriend!

They press closer around him, touching in every place they can, until they are just one lump of bodies. It's perfect.

Then Suki speaks up again, her voice almost too loud in the comfortable silence that settled around them.

"Zuko, would you like to be my boyfriend too?" she asks.

Sokka feels frantic movement somewhere by his shoulder, probably, hopefully, Zuko nodding.

"Yes, I'd like that, babe," he eventually adds verbally.

Sokka's heart melts, explodes, mends itself. He's so happy, now that's actually perfect.

"I'm glad", Suki says, "I'd really like that too."

She's smiling wide and happy, it's obvious in her voice.

"But," she adds, sounding more serious again, "we need to discuss some things."

Oh, oh no.

Sokka wants to protest, doesn't want to get serious when he could instead cuddle with his girlfriend and his boyfriend, kiss them stupid, sleep some more in their arms.

But, once again, Suki is obviously right. He motions for her to continue.

"Most importantly, who gets a bed big enough for all three of us? But also, what about other people? Are we exclusive between the three of us? Do we tell people? What do we tell them?"

It sounds like she isn't done with questions, but Sokka needs to cut in, it's already too much to answer.

"You get the bed, or at least it goes into your room, we could help pay for it if we get to help decide. What do you think Zuko?"

Zuko looks unsure. "I think I'd like to sleep in my own bed most of the time. You know it's hard enough to sleep for me anyways. But otherwise, yeah, and I'll help pay too."

"Yeah, my bed isn't really a bed anyway, that works for me," Suki nods.

"And I'd like to keep it between us for the moment, if that's alright?" Sokka adds carefully.

"But I think I don't mind if we open it up in the future. You could still have a go at my exes, babe," he winks at her.

"My exes too," Zuko adds, "and other people. As long as it's not Jet."

Suki laughs at their offers, Sokka shudders at the memory of the shit show that Jet and Zuko's breakup was.

"So we'll keep it between us for now but talk about it again when the first of us feels like maybe crossing that bridge is what I'm getting? And I get a new bed soon," Suki summarizes.

Zuko nods. "Exactly, yeah," says Sokka.

For a while, they simply enjoy touching and feeling each other.

"Speaking of beds," Sokka eventually speaks up, "how about we all move to mine for now?"

Suki is up before he even finished the question, and when he finally arrives in his bedroom with Zuko in tow, she's already cuddled into his bed and reaching out for them to join her.

[gemini-sensei]

What about omega!LaRusso!Reader who is timid and shy and scared of most alphas. Omega!Sam is protective of her sister and let's her hide behind her all the time; she even scents her when she doesn't want alphas, or really anyone, to take notice of her. Reader just tries to blend into a big group to try and hide her own scent, unaware that it only works half of the time, if that much.

Alphas are just so big and scary. All the ones who've approached her tower over her and get in her personal space. They're musky and brash and loud. Their scents often overwhelm her as well as their aggressive attitudes. More often than not, after interacting with an alpha, she's on the verge of tears because they tries to flirt with her and she didn't reciprocate, which either made the situation that much more awkward for her or upset the alpha.

She's sweet. She doesn't want to upset anyone. Even though she didn't like that alpha and they scared her, she didn't want to hurt their feelings. It also doesn't help when they trigger her fight or flight instincts.

Most would assume her instinct is to flee, but actually it's punching and kicking. The LaRusso sisters are tough omegas when it comes to such things and Reader strictly uses her karate to kick a few unwanted alphas away. However, when she gives them busted lips, broken noses, and limp dicks, they're a little angry afterward. They learn she's a lot stronger than she looks. Many don't learn their lesson though, or some don't heed the warning to tred lightly when it comes to the shy, easily spooked omega.

Nothing seems to be able to change her attitude toward alphas. She's frightened by them and that seems to be it.

That is until she meets Hawk, or rather reacquaints herself with him. When he was rough and brash in Cobra Kai, she wanted nothing to do withnhim, but when he switches sides and starts making amends, she's more open to getting to know him. The entire dojo acts as a pack and she's a part of that, since she's Sam's sister and Daniel's daughter.

So when Hawk joins, he tries to get to know her. It's a little difficult at first because she's unsure about him, she's hesitant. But her worries melt away over time and he's one of the first alphas to get really close to her. He offers to scent her jacket so she doesn't have to deal with unwanted alphas and he brings her little gifts, but it's never anything too big. He says it's just leftover cookies his mom made or something he saw that he thought she might like. She thinks he's the sweetest alpha ever.

He definitely has some ulterior motives though. He's kind of, maybe been falling for the omega since he first met her.

They met in school way before he ever became Hawk, when he was still Eli. They were both too quiet to really say much to each other, never really making contact with each other aside from small waves and smiles in passing. She stayed close to her sister and friends and he stayed close to Demetri. It was never much, but he always kind of just admired her from afar.

Now that he's in Miyagi-Do, he can actually talk to her, hangout with her, really get to know her. He's always been attracted to her, but he really gets pulled in by her giggle and her sweetness. She's so cute. He keeps close to her and hopes he can someday build up the courage to ask her out.

In the meantime, he's trying to hide just how protective of her he is whilst evading people asking him too many questions. He knows she's been wary of alphas in the past and doesn't want to freak her out, so he wants to take it slow and ease into the more relationship-y things. He's waiting for the right time because he really wants to be Reader's friend first and hopefully her mate later.

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 30 : The rings / I love you's / pillow talk

Valentina and Jeanne belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Joël belongs to @thal-ent

Balzac belongs to @soupedepates

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Phew. They're done! It took me a good week to craft those, with work and the Assembly and everything going on, but they're finally done! Well, I mean, they're small and they're not exactly of the finest quality, just plain iron, the form is a little irregular too, I’m no blacksmith, but…

But I've never been more sure of myself.

She might refuse them altogether, I wouldn’t mind that much. I just want to show her that I'm serious. That my confession isn’t just empty words.

We've been doing everything in the wrong order, I'm aware of that. First we sleep together, then she’s pregnant and she wants to keep it and I agree to claim the child as mine, and then… Well, now’s the time when I finally work up the courage to confess, I guess.

“Hey there, kid! No need to ask, I know why you’re here. Come, come.”

The brothel and its employees are still as intimidating as ever, but it’s too late now to get cold feet.

“Still, it’s a shame, ya know? With that physique, you could get all the chicks you want and you choose this one…”

I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m used to hearing this kind of speech, it's no use to get angry, but Saints, I wish she'd shut her trap already, because…

“I don’t give a damn what you think.”

I said it out loud, the woman guiding me raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, chill out, it's cool-”

“No, it’s not! You're talking about the woman I want to marry here, so you better watch your mouth-”

There’s a creaking sound. The sound of a wooden crutch.

She’s here, hair falling on her shoulders, dark circles under her eyes, in an old tattered dress that probably belonged to her mother before her, not large enough to hide the pregnancy. She's beautiful. She's beautiful and she's looking at me with the widest eyes I've ever seen on her. She heard that.

My cheeks are burning. She's staring and she’s just perfect and I've never felt so embarrassed.

The prostitute has left, probably for the better, but I blew my proposal. Or… maybe I didn't. Only one way to find out.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the rings. I forget to get down on one knee but I'm doing my best so I'll hope she'll let it slide.

“Bronya, do you… will you… mar-”

She grabs me by the collar and she kisses me and she whispers “yes” against my lips and kisses me again and I think she’s crying and I hold her and I say I love her and she says it right back.

I love you too, you absolute fucking idiot, I love you so much.

If that isn't a successful proposal, I don't know what is.

____

“Hey. Pssst. Tybalt.”

A whisper in the dark. I can't sleep anyway, but I grumble on principle.

“What?”

“When are you proposing to Val?”

My eyes shoot open.

I stare blankly at Ara, who’s staring right back at me with her arms laid flat on my torso. I don't know why she likes sprawling out like that, especially since we’re four in the same bed, including a kid. The others are sleeping in Salem’s room next door. And Valentina, well, she’s fast asleep next to me.

So maybe I'm panicking a little. Just a teeny tiny bit. I sure am awake now.

“What?”

“Dude, is “what” the only word you know?”

“No, but, uh, where does that even come from?! Why would you ask that?!”

“Because I saw you buy the rings, duh.”

Shit. Technically she can't see how hard I'm blushing but it doesn't take a degree to know that.

“My oh my, seems like I hit bullseye~”

“No! I mean…”

I did buy those rings after all. They've been gathering dust in my stuff for a week.

“It's… I don’t know if I'm going to propose yet.”

“Why?”

“Well… You know, she has a lot on her mind and it’d be kind of unfair to you and-”

“Don’t give me that. You're just shitting your pants, aren't you? You’re shitting your pants like a little piss baby.”

Wow. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean she couldn't have worded that better. I must look scandalized because she snickers.

“I'm messing with you, Tyb. Take your time. And by the way, it wouldn't bother me, just so you know. And I can't lie about that.”

“... Hm. I just… don’t know if-”

I’m interrupted by an exasperated groan. From Valentina.

“Hey… Some of us are trying to sleep here. What are you even…”

“Sorry Val!” Ara cuts her off. “We’ll stop now, so you can rest~”

“Yeah, sorry.”

I think briefly about the rings.

“Hey, Valentina…?”

“Hm?”

… It’s not a good time, is it.

“Nothing. I love you.”

“... I love you too,” she mumbles before falling right back asleep.

I smile a little. Ara says nothing more. We both think the same thing.

I’m a coward.

But when things settle down, when we're finally safe, I'll ask her. I’ll ask her.

That's a promise.

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I almost died.

Like actually almost died, for realsies. A bandage covers my face where the blade slashed it, right before it almost plunged into my lungs. I'm lucky I wasn’t alone!

I was dumb, I was careless, I scared the shit out of everyone, and out of myself! Yay!

I wish I could say I thought about all the Glory I hadn’t gotten yet and all the people I didn't save. Maybe it'd be more noble.

Truth is, the only thing that flashed through my mind when that wuqi bandit raised his weapon was that I never got to tell Ether how I felt.

But I survived with nothing but scars and bruises, and now I'm pondering. Doesn't happen often, I always prefer to jump into everything headfirst. But with Ether? I know it’s worth thinking about it.

There's obvious signs that she likes me back. The way she flusters when I tease her but confidently teases me back, how her shoulders relax when she sees me entering the medical tent to talk, how she lets herself be touched without pushing me away. How she’s told me about her life and what happened to her arm.

Even so, there's things she doesn't tell me. Like where the notebook I've seen her read comes from, what's the history behind her necklace, or why she never lets anyone see what's in her pouch. Why every 14th of august she smiles and tries to celebrate with everybody but her eyes are far, far away, and she always leaves early and comes back with reddened eyes. She's seen things I can't even imagine, I'm sure of it, and not always good things.

That's why I never said anything. Waited for her to take the first step, waited for her to be ready.

But I don't think I can wait anymore.

“Hey, Ganzaya?”

“Wh- Khaliun, why are you up?! We all told you to rest-”

“D’you know if they sell rings around town?”

He stares at me like I'm crazy, before a slow understanding downs on his face. He, too, has someone he wants to tell important things to back home.

I’ll do things the right way. Make all the preparations possible. Come back alive.

And as soon as I'm home, I'll tell her.

I don’t want to waste any more time.

_____

This is stupid.

Even Joël’s eyes said as much when I came to visit. Balzac was enchanted, well, as enchanted as Balzac can be at least, but that's because he’s a priest of Love and he always goes on and on and on about these kind of things.

I’m an alchemist, Swan, not a jeweler.

Yet he still gave me the address of one he knew and wished me luck. And now I'm on my way back home with those stupid things in my bag and they feel heavier than all my guns as I walk away from town and down the forest path to my home. Our home.

This is stupid. My mother never got married. No one in our group got married, except for Nogaï, and it wasn't exactly the most functional marriage. And marriage includes a whole lot of things to do afterwards, like…

The mere thought of a wedding night makes me want to vomit. I know she'd never force me to do anything I don't want to and that anything we've tried, I tried willingly, but this… it feels too… Urgh.

I don’t need this. I don't need stuff like marriage or a ceremony to be happy with her.

I don’t need it, but I still got the damn rings.

The lights are on in the cottage. Sometimes I worry about leaving her alone here, in the middle of the woods, but if anyone tried to attack her they’d be food for vegetables the next day. And she’s ten times better than me at tending to living things than I am, ironically. I’m better at fixing stuff in the house. Hey, I've even become a pretty good cook, which was kind of a miracle considering how I started.

I’ve learned so much with her. So much more than the walls of Beleco taught me.

I open the door, thinking about all this, and there she is sitting at the table, looking deep in thought, and she looks up at me when she hears the door close.

“Good evening. You're home late.”

She smiles a little, so I know she’s not mad.

“Sorry. It took longer than I thought it would. Were you worried?”

“A little. But you seem alright, so not anymore. Will you sit with me?”

I raise an eyebrow. She's being overly formal, but nonetheless I take off my cloak and I obey. She picks at her nails nervously.

“Swan, I… I was… thinking. About something.”

“... Go on?”

“Wait, it's, um… I'd understand if you… Agh. That’s not how I should put it, shouldn’t I… Hm.”

Wow. That's the most anxious I've ever seen her. She usually doesn't beat around the bush that much. It makes me kind of agitated too, and so I blurt out,

“Hey, no need to be so nervous. It’s not like you’re not proposing to me or anything, right?”

There's a long silence.

Jeanne’s face is beet-red.

Oh. Oh, crap.

She slowly reaches into the fabric of her dress and opens her first, revealing two little golden circles.

You got to be kidding me.

I get up from my chair and rush to my bag and I pull out the small silver rings I bought.

She stares at me. I stare at her. She chuckles nervously.

“... Wait, did we-”

“H-Have the same idea? Seems so, yeah.”

There's another few seconds of silence before we both burst out laughing.

This is so stupid.

She takes my hands, flesh and metal, into hers, and beams. She’s tearing up. I think I am too.

“Yes, Swan. I’d love to be your wife.”

“A-And I'd… love to be your spouse,” I stammer like an idiot.

“Which… Which set of rings should we… um, choose?”

“I don't know… Haha, I have no idea!”

And I laugh again, and it’s so rare to hear the sound of my own laugh, and she's laughing too, and we fall into each other’s arms and I'm finally home.

I don’t need a wedding to be happy with her.

But I want one anyways.

[peach-and-bugs]

FULL MOM!LOTTIE FIC PLS

It seems like y'all really want a full Mama!Lottie fic, which I'm so happy to provide because it sounds like so much fun! But while I'm here I want to list out my bigger Yellowjackets fic ideas for you all jsut so you know what is (hopefully) to come once I get through requests! I'll be closing formal fic requests as well, but you can of corse ask me questions for headcanons or just my opinion on things at any time! those kind of little word dumps are so fun and a great way to keep my in a writing mood! I also just love engaging with you guys! It's extremely motivation 💕

These aren't set in any order, but i may or may not post a poll at some point to see where the demand is:

✰ Stalker!Misty (2021) x reader - How to Mastermind a Girlfriend

Misty takes a liking to the reader after a night out with the girls and makes it her mission to find and see her again

✰ Misty (1996) x fem!reader or maybe oc, we'll see - untitled

Misty is extremely in the closet. like, so far in she doesn't realize that she's in the closet at all. But, she starts to consider some other possibilities when she meets the neighbor, and in an interesting turn of events the cousin to the kids she's started babysitting on Friday nights or... Why did Misty really take the red cross babysitters class twice?

✰ Shauna (1996) x fem!reader - Letters From a Nameless Lover

Sweet, brown-eyed Shauna's always got her nose in a book and a way with words. Just not the words that come from her mouth. So, when she finds herself in the predicament of crushing on her lab partner, she resorts to writing everything she'd like to say down in her diary and slipping them namelessly into her crushes desk, hoping she'll gain the courage to say those words out loud hopefully before she graduates

✰ Mama!Lottie (2021) x fem!reader - Bean Sprout (Posted)

Lottie has so many things going on in her life. But, out of everything, becoming a mother has been the most exciting! There's just so much to do and even with nine months to plan it feels like such little time! (this one would probably be more like chronological oneshots, or a chapter for every month of the pregnancy followed by oneshots after the baby is born)

[saints-who-never-existed]

hey i hope this is alright to ask but what would you say to someone who's really going though it these days? it seems like everything's taking 10 times more effort than it did last month

It's more than alright, my friend. <3

-

The first thing I would say is that I'm proud of you.

Just reaching out for a bit of support is a very courageous thing in itself and you ought to be proud of yourself for doing so. You're doing all the right things, even if it doesn't feel like it at the moment!

The second thing I would say is to please, please, please be as easy and gentle with yourself as you can be, and remember that you're not alone. You can't operate at 100% capacity all of the time. You can't do everything. You can't control everything. And do you know what that means?

That you're just the same as every other human on the planet!

-

In terms of practical advice, I can only really tell you what works for me and that is to take a step back and quite literally ask myself, out loud "Okay, so what can I actually do about this issue I'm facing? Right here, right now?"

And the answer to that question is usually one of three things:

Sometimes I can actually do something about the problem, right there, right then - making a phone-call maybe, or sending an email - and it's a matter of summoning the willpower to get it done and out of the way. This is often difficult and quite often sucks, but I find it helpful to look upon it as a kind of self-care - I'm doing a nice thing that my future self will thank me for.

Sometimes I can actually do something about the problem, just not yet - maybe that phone-call has to wait a few days until Monday, say. But that doesn't mean I can't do anything - I can double-check the phone number and availability of the other party, I can plan when I'm going to make the call and figure out what information I need to get when I do so. Even though my future self still has to do the thing, she will thank me for putting in some groundwork.

And sometimes there really isn't anything I can do right there, right then. Sometimes a rough patch does come around and there's nothing to be done but try to ride it out (because, rest assured my friend, it will not last forever!) and to distract myself from it as best I can. This is also often difficult and often sucks but it's also a kind of self-care - doing something nice for myself in the present rather than the future.

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I love you, my friend. Please, please, please do not hesitate to slide into my DMs if you ever want to talk more. <3

[pastelwitchling]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians two-episode premiere thoughts:

Oh boy, I never thought I'd be talking about this. Mostly because Percy Jackson, like Harry Potter, has always been so sacred to me. I'm very much that Emma quote, if you will; If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. Percy Jackson is the first series I ever read and completed, as it was the first I ever had any access to where I was.

Needless to say then, I couldn't fully process the fact that we were getting the show until about a week before its release. It just seemed so implausible. The only Percy I've ever known is the movie version (and I do love the movies, as they introduced me to Percy Jackson in the first place and I think they're a lot of fun) and the book version. Even now, I don't think I've completely processed that we have something new, but I do think I'm ready to talk about it. So without further ado, here are my thoughts on the two-episode premiere:

(Note: I don't see how one could possibly spoil this series as it's been out for forever and I honestly think you've had your chance to read it and find out what happens, but I will keep my thoughts on the show's details hidden below as it did have a few changes that I understand you wouldn't want spoiled.)

I cannot possibly fathom anyone more perfect for Percy Jackson than Walker Scobell. The first thing I noticed about this version is that it's a little more... serious, I guess, than the book? The book has a lighter atmosphere, while this one kind of has more of the Lord of the Rings' dramatic and emotional score. Not a bad thing at all! Just something I noticed. However, I will say that Walker gives the show that breath of fresh air and lightheartedness that Percy Jackson is. Does that make sense? Most of the comedy came from him, most of the heart came from him, and already, I can see him (if we hopefully get a fifth season for the fifth book) being a leader that others look to for comfort and reassurance. I have a mountain of one-liners from him in mind that were just so Percy Jackson, I'm just so thankful that we got who I firmly believe is Percy Jackson, through and through.

I also really, really love the updates to Sally Jackson in this version. I mean, I always loved Sally, don't get me wrong, but if we were told that this Sally could make it without her son to protect her, I believe it. In the book, Sally says that she needs to learn to take care of herself, but in this one, I can see her doing that already. She's a bit tougher, speaks a little louder, but I love it. It shows where Percy would've gotten his courage from, and I don't see this Sally ever meekly asking Gabe for anything. Speaking of which...

The changes to Gabe are pretty funny and honestly? Kind of welcome. The Gabe from the movie and the Gabe in the book are implied to have hit Sally before, and are pretty abusive. Again, nothing wrong with that because he gets his comeuppance, but it feels refreshing to have this kind of change where he's just loud and unlikeable, but he's not terribly vile or anything. It makes a difference, and I like it better. I can't see Sally turning him to stone with Medusa's head though, he's not quite so bad as to deserve that (unless we find out later that he has been hitting Sally, which I doubt it, he doesn't seem the type here and she doesn't seem the type to take it), so I do wonder what changes will come of it.

An Olivia Rodrigo song? Really? Don't get me wrong, I love Olivia's songs, and the book features Hilary Duff's So Yesterday, so it's not exactly new to include pop songs, but they said they were going to give the show a timeless feel. Olivia Rodrigo feels pretty... dated. And out of left field, to be honest, since I think it was the first song they gave us with lyrics. And not so very befitting, to be honest. When I think Percy Jackson, I think... I don't know, Imagine Dragons? Arrows to Athens? Even 30 Seconds to Mars? Or maybe that's because those were the songs that were out and popular at the time of the books' release, so those are the tribute videos I saw all the time and the songs I associate with the books. I don't know.

One nitpick, just one: did anyone notice when Percy came at Nancy and she ended up in the fountain? Did anyone else also think that Percy can move and control water, not people, and yet Nancy went flying into the fountain like Percy had moved her instead? I'm just going to imagine that the water grabbed her ankles and pulled her in, even though we didn't get to see it. (Yes, I'm going to be that person for a split second 😂)

I don't know how this'll go over with other people, but... I think, so far, I like Show Annabeth more than Book Annabeth. BEFORE YOU START TO RANT AT ME, HEAR ME OUT. I hated Book Annabeth when I first read the books. I thought she was rude and mean, I didn't like how she constantly hit Percy and called him stupid, but it was supposed to be cute somehow? And I couldn't stand her loyalty to Luke. I ultimately understand why, but the way she kept getting mad at Percy, who hadn't known him as long, for stating the horrible things he'd done and what he was planning? GIRL. He's just stating the FACTS here! I thought she was selfish and horrible, to be honest. I've read those books a hundred times, and not until my most recent reread, a year or so ago, did I start to tolerate her better. This Annabeth? It's too early to form an opinion, and we didn't get much of her, but from what we did get? I don't know, she just seems... kinder? All Book Annabeth cared about was getting her way, but Show Annabeth seems to actually feel sorry for what she has to put Percy through. On that note...

This is going to sound weird, but so far, SO FAR, I can actually see Percy and Annabeth as a couple in the future. Why? Because Show Annabeth is quieter. She's more calculating, she's more observant. Book Annabeth was the same way, but I guess because the book isn't from her perspective, she's constantly talking about her observations and what she notices and thinks, and she just comes off as loud as Percy. Which made it all the more annoying when she mocked him for every word he said. (Side rant: ESPECIALLY BECAUSE HE NEVER REALLY SAID ANYTHING THAT STUPID, BUT SHE ALWAYS TALKED TO HIM LIKE EVERY LETTER TO COME OUT OF HIS MOUTH WAS THE DUMBEST THING SHE'D EVER HEARD! HERMIONE SNAPPED AT PEOPLE FOR STUPID THINGS TOO, BUT SHE STILL GAVE HER FRIENDS THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT AND ENCOURAGED THEM TO STUDY BECAUSE SHE BELIEVED THEY COULD DO BETTER THAN THEY WERE DOING, NOT LIKE SHE THOUGHT THEY WERE HOPELESS AND HAD TO PUT UP WITH THEM, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE!) My point is that this Annabeth is a little bit opposite to Percy. She's quiet and observant, constantly strategizing, while Percy is louder and jumps right into things. I love that juxtaposition, and... honestly? Full disclosure... I don't like Book Percy and Annabeth as a couple. I don't think she deserves him, I don't really see what he sees in her, I hate the way she's constantly hitting him and mocking him and getting angry at him because she's not brave enough to just tell him how she feels. Meanwhile here? I actually think they'd be pretty cute together. I get why he would be flustered around her, I get what he'd see in her.

I love that detail of Grover getting Percy kicked out for his own protection. I understood why in the book Percy had been unwilling to see Grover after he'd left (he was fairly freaking him out), but betraying him? It just made so much more sense why Percy wouldn't want to be near him afterwards, and I really love that detail. Speaking of which, I really love Grover. In the book, it did sometimes (just for a bit) feel like Grover looked at Percy as a job. He had to keep him safe, he had to accompany him on his quest, he had to make a good impression on the Cloven Elders. Here? Yes, he has a job, but he also genuinely loves his friend. He also genuinely cares, and wants to help Percy just because it's Percy. I also LOVE that detail about the Mytho Magic cards being training. Brilliant little easter egg there. I just... I genuinely feel like we lucked out SO much with this cast, and this trio especially. They were the ones to worry about, and I don't think we could've gotten better.

Again, the tiniest nitpick, I do wish we'd gotten that, "Kneel to Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea God!" thing. It would've looked so cool, but I feel like it was... just the teeniest bit rushed. It's okay, it still looked cool, and I still love that we get some differences between the book and show, but I also just think it would've looked super epic.

I cried, I laughed, I didn't know what to expect, to be honest. Like I said, Percy Jackson means more to me than I can possibly put into words. But I felt everything with this that I felt in the book, and we haven't even started the quest! Everything from Percy's conversation with his mom at camp through the fire, to when he says, "I'm Sally Jackson's son!" to his training, to the fight in Capture the Flag. Everything was brilliant, I have no words. With those three in the lead, I truly think we're in safe hands.

[starryeyedjanai]

🔀 for ronance mayhaps?

i shuffled my everyday playlist and got Clear My Head by Daði Freyr which is such a good song and to me, it could be about confessing your feelings to someone

so i imagine a fic with robin twisting herself into knots about telling nancy how she feels

she felt so guilty for so long about her feelings for nancy because of how things ended between steve and nancy. she wants to be a good friend and not try to get with her friend's ex, but they're all good friends now and it's in the past and steve has been telling her it's okay so she's trying to believe him, believe that he'd tell her if it bothered him

it feels like things have been building between them for a while and she thinks nancy feels the same maybe, so she wants to tell her, to finally get it out there in the open in case there's something there

and while she might have steve's blessing to go for it now, that doesn't mean she actually knows what to say to her

If you don't listen that's just fine I don't want to waste your time I just need to (I just need to) Say some things out loud (Say some things out loud) I know I can go on and on Honestly there's nothing wrong I just need you (I just need you) To clear my head

so she works up the courage to say something and she's rambling and probably not getting her point across very clear like after a minute of trying and failing to say what she wants, she's like, "It feels like something's- it's been. There is something here, right? We kind of make sense, to me at least. We work. And I don't know if you feel- I just think we would probably- you don't even have to listen anymore, i'm just rambling, but i need to say-"

and nancy takes her hands in hers, settling them from where she's been waving them around and says, "i'm listening. take your time."

and robin is, at this point in her life, used to people tuning her out when she gets like this, too excitable to get the words out without rambling, so it means a lot to her that nancy wants to hear what she has to say

so she takes a deep breath and starts again, slower, saying, "i like you, nancy. i think we'd be good together, and maybe that's not- it's, i'm not what you want and that's okay, i just needed to tell you how i feel. because i like you." and she lets out another deep breath because it's kind of out there in the open now, and nancy's still holding her hands, her thumbs rubbing the backs of robin's hands.

and nancy brings her hands up to her mouth and kisses her knuckles gently. she says, "i like you too, robin. i don't really know what else to say, but i like you."

oh, she thinks, it's that simple.

[bloodgulchblog]

Ok I got two ODST ocs but the issue is I know like next to nothing about how ODSTs work. Besides what was shown in Halo 4 ODSTs. Is there any wisdom you can impart upon me,,?

Alright full disclaimer: I have successfully put off playing more than like the first level of Halo 3: ODST for 13 years, and my knowledge of what happens in that game is limited to what I remember of the summary of it in New Blood.

Shame disclosed, I can now begin taking a swing at this.

HOW ODSTS FIT INTO THE UNSC

ODSTs are specialists within the UNSC Marine Corps. Marines take orders from UNICOM (Unified Ground Command) along with the Army and Air Force when operating on the ground, and from NAVCOM (Naval Command) when operating in space.

ODSTs are usually looped in with the Navy because the Navy has to drop them, and some groups of ODSTs are specialized for operating in zero g and that kind of thing is also on Navy turf.

WHAT KIND OF PERSON GETS SELECTED TO BE AN ODST

First of all, ODSTs are all-volunteer. You don't get assigned from on high into being an ODST, you ask to be considered.

The most important criterion for an ODST is being able to get in the pod and drop, knowing that something could blow you out of the air and you could do nothing about it, into hostile territory. And to keep doing it. It takes a lot of courage to be able to psyche yourself up into doing that again and again and again. (Honestly, when you see mention of ODSTs doing things like playing loud music during a drop, I feel like that is a huge part of what they're doing.)

The second factor is toughness and ability to fight, obviously. Training for ODSTs is intense and they have to be very fit before they can proceed to the later parts.

The third: A certain fighting spirit. ODSTs need to be initiative-takers and they are trained to push to establish a foothold where they land. They need to be aggressive and bold, that's their job, and even beyond helping win a battle it's also a factor for morale. Having a squad of ODSTs roll up whooping and yelling and ready to rock bolsters the confidence of the people around them. That matters.

Ideally the Corps would also love if ODST candidates were also smart, but the UNSC was fighting a losing war for almost 30 years and humanity lost absolutely catastrophic numbers. They had to take what they could get. Not everybody can be AJ Johnson.

There's a reason that when ODSTs heckle the Navy it's for being dweebs with cushy jobs, and when the Navy heckles ODSTs it's about how many it takes to screw in a lightbulb.

WHAT IS ODST TRAINING LIKE?

How long does it take to become an ODST? Our sources are kinda vague, we know 3 weeks of the training is just hammering them on physical fitness and then they go on to the specialized part and it's possible to wash out and embarrass yourself by being sent back to your original unit. We know there are "months" of it. If you want me to guess based on my very vague and incomplete knowledge of US military things gleaned from wikipedia, I'd say prrrrrobably a year, maybe more.

It's kind of fucky because Halo lore doesn't usually think about this kind of stuff and you can tell. You have to do some conspiracy diagramming yourself, but like. We know Palmer was 19 years old when she was a Lance Corporal. (....but Palmer's rank in general when she was in the ODSTs doesn't make sense at all if you look at it with more than your peripheral vision and sshhhh, shhh, it's fine, shhhhhhh.)

Basically, it seems like if somebody really really excels in their first year they can be considered for ODST training but it's probably safe to say that's on the extreme end. I would also be willing to suppose that they probably will not take anyone as old as 29 or 30 as a candidate without it being a major exception.

The most detail we have on what the training itself is like is the short story Dirt in the Evolutions anthology, much of the information on halopedia's ODST page sources that story. (For the record, while I'm still thinking about tacking up red strings, the timeline indicates that Gage would've been 20 at most when he was training to be an ODST.) Here's a piece.

WHAT ARE ODSTS LIKE IN GENERAL

Everybody's an individual, but the most stereotypical ODST is loud, gregarious, swole, and full of machismo. They're probably fun at parties, but maybe sometimes too fun. They're very tight with their buddies. Being ODST is a huge, huge source of pride and identity. They're great to have on your side. They're a huge, bull-headed problem if they're not.

They are good under pressure, experienced at putting a brave face on, and have most likely developed some kind of coping strategy for handling fear and worry because there's no room for that shit when you're jammed in a pod.

ODSTs are brave as shit, and in the ODSTs the leadership is expected to drop with the rest and their pods accelerate ahead and are the first on the ground. Leading from the front is a huge virtue to them. The ODSTs are immensely proud of this and it's what they admire in leadership and in general. If you want to stand tall in the eyes of an ODST, make big fucking plays at great personal risk that pay off.

Here is a very charming anecdote about the time a young Captain Keyes impressed some ODSTs.

And this explanation:

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Other than that, I don't have much more speculation. I guess keep an eye on the distinctions between the armor ODSTs have and MJOLNIR, because ODST kit is a lot less OP. Other than that, I'm out.

[cowboygreeting]

𝚠𝚑𝚘: @cowboygreeting and @livewireatalanta 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝: lifting session #1 and the beginning of a beautiful friendship 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: the indoor gym, at the residential complex 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: feb. 19, following the first day's activities

The sweatpants were the right choice, at least for the walk over. He hadn't realized how far the gym would be from his little apartment, though he'd known they were in different buildings. It's not like he has a problem being seen — he'd be jogging to the gym wearing less had he been back in Arizona — it's just. These are all professional colleagues, and Seth feels a little ridiculous. Who here is he showing off for, really? It's not like there's another point. Well. Besides feeling like God's gift to mankind when he walks past a mirror, but that's fleeting, and supremely vain — which he is, to be sure, but this is not the place to be feeling himself like that, and not the people he needs to be impressing with his physique.

Maybe one or two of them. Unprofessional, sure, but it's hardly Seth's fault this place is crawling with handsome older men. Honestly, kind of a buffet. If he didn't work with – or for – them, God. God. Shan't be spoken of. Really, even in his own head is a little too loud. He'll need to find someone to gossip with (other than Ro, he couldn't stomach what he'd hear back) at some point or he'll die, or explode, or something. To do that, he'll need to make friends, start a shortlist of candidates to be one of the girlies. And the first step to that is putting himself out there.

He said he'd be hitting the gym, so that's what he'll do. Live Wire — Nadia? Agent Atalanta? The scary woman. She said she'd be hitting the gym at some point too. Seth isn't sure if he wants to run into her or not until he makes it to the door and sees she's beaten him to the squat rack; in the moment, he says yes, okay, I can do this. If he has to trace a few steps back down the hall so she can't see him power-posing, just to get in the right mindset, whatever, it's fine. Whatever he has to do to put the right kind of smile on when he knocks on the door, crosses the threshold.

She seems... busy. He wouldn't want to interrupt her set. So he gets himself ready instead, stripping off the sweats and the hoodie, feeling — ridiculous, quite frankly, in the stupid TikTok tights. His ass looks phenomenal, yes, but at what cost? His dignity?

Too late to worry about that now. He stretches instead, glancing back at her from the corner of his eye every now and then, just waiting for a natural pause for him to say hello, introduce himself. It takes fifteen painful, grueling minutes before he can work the courage up. By then, it already feels too late, and he's half-thinking she's doing this on purpose, so he doesn't have a chance to say hi and she can avoid talking to him altogether — but. That would be ridiculous, right? They're adults. It's fine. He steels himself, and, a little too loud, a little too abruptly, projects across the gym:

"Yo. Hey. Nadia, right? I'm Seth, nice to meet you. You taking me up on the gym buddy offer?"