#they said oh hes an architect and i was GONE

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Wait wait oh my God I never posted it

So my pfp on my main is actually one of the first fanarts I ever drew of warhammer.

I drew this the day after my partner in crime and best friend said "have you heard of warhammer 40k? No? Well. I ship you with Sanguinius and Rogal Dorn" and proceeded to launch me into this fandom like a burning marshmallow off a stick.

[r1nstaaa]

Mingyu x fem!reader

MDNI!!! this ones for u, maya <3

warnings: uh idk sex? raw sex yes. angst if u squint. smut mostly. childhood bsfs to lovers. happy ending bc im too soft sorry. it's my first time writing smth like this pls be nice

should mingyu feel ashamed? ashamed for thinking about how good those tiny hands of yours would feel around his thick cock, pumping him and stroking him while you’re on your knees looking up at him through those oh so innocent eyes of yours? should he feel ashamed for not focusing on a word you’ve been saying for the past 15 minutes, his eyes being glued only to your chest and lips?

it started when you were in high school. you and mingyu had been inseparable, almost as if your souls were created from the same one. he lived next door to you and you would go to his place every time you wanted to do something together. your mom treated him like her own son and his mother had practically accepted you as family.  you could never have imagined a life without him. and frankly, you’re not even sure if you’d want to.

it wasn’t until the day that mingyu broke the news to you that you realised it was time to let go. it was time to let go of all the big warm hugs, or the ‘bear hugs’ as your mingyu liked to call them. it was time to let go of all the cheek kisses, all the lingering gazes that you were both too scared to act on. you wished you could have said it. you wished you were brave enough. but you weren’t. and neither was he. 

he was leaving for korea in a week and there was nothing for you to do except let go of him.

you wished you could have gone about your life casually after his leave, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss him everywhere. you missed him when you went to the restaurant where you bought him his favourite spicy ramen. you missed him at the park where he made you laugh so hard you almost choked on your soda. you missed the smile on his face every time you told him you hated him for making fun of you. the smile that made you wonder if the stars envied him for the way he could brighten up darkness so effortlessly.

it wasn’t until 6 years later that you finally caught a glimpse of him again. 

you were at the airport in korea. you’d managed to fulfill your dream of becoming an architect and had finally gotten a project outside of your country. you saw flashing cameras, paparazzi, and a huge crowd of people surrounding a 6’ something guy wearing a mask and some sweats. you never got the idea of surrounding people as if they’re some god. they’re just people too after all. 

you had managed to get through some of the crowd when you reached for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. you pat it several times just to make sure until you realised something. shit. it was missing.

it was right when the realisation hit you that you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around and were face to…chest? god, this man was freakishly tall. you looked up to meet his eyes with yours and it was as if the breath had been knocked out of your damn lungs.

mingyu.

it was YOUR mingyu. 

“y/n?” he questioned, almost to himself. he couldn’t believe it. it was you. there were so many thoughts trying to rush their way out of his heart into his mouth that they seemed to all get clogged up in his throat. your name was the only thing that felt right on his tongue.

“gyu?” you questioned back, the look of surprise on your face quite evident.

“you dropped your phone.” he said, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second. almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear the second you left his eyesight.

“i- oh yeah. thank you” you managed to sputter out as you took the phone from his hand. “what are you- what are you doing here?” you ask him. oh god. this was such a dumb question. what was he doing? you knew what he was doing. you stalked his account like a thousand times. you knew he was an idol.

he flashed a smile when he heard this question. the smile that you hadn’t seen in at least 6 years. it was almost as if it was reserved only for you. he was about to answer you when his bodyguards notified him about something that made his smile drop. 

“i’ll reach out to you later. i promise.” he said as his bodyguards seemed to rush him out of the airport. you were left there alone with your countless thoughts and overflowing emotions, unable to decipher which one was tugging at you more.  

and so, here you were, in your new and surprisingly well furnished flat, all thanks to your sister. you had changed into your tank top and shorts while emptying your bags and setting up your closet. your room was fairly clean by now, even though you were only about halfway done. you had never been a fan of messy surroundings anyways. 

right as you were about to put the last pile of your shorts into your closet, you heard your phone ring. 

“oh. an unknown number? at 9 pm? isn’t it a bit too late for that? or maybe it isn’t?” you thought to yourself. you figured the culture here at korea must be different. 

“hello?” you said, hoping for some sort of an explanation as to who it was.

“hi.” the voice on the other side greeted you. it was almost embarrassing how quick you were to realise who it was.

“mingyu… oh, hi. um, wow. hi.” your voice was shaking already. oh god. way to go, y/n.

“yes,  hello.” you could hear his honey laced laughter from the other side. it made your heart melt. “how have you been?”

“i- okay. first of all, how the hell did you get my number?” you asked, a hint of bewilderment in your voice.

“i had it memorised.” you could HEAR the love in his voice. this was so bad. you were doomed. 

you didn’t really have anything to say, nor did you trust your words at the moment. you were afraid if you said something now, everything else would spill out uncontrollably. 

“why didn’t you call earlier?” your voice was getting shaky. oh no. you knew this was a bad idea. “it’s been 6 years gyu. 6 fucking years.”

‘“i know, i know” mingyu cut you off before you could continue, your words shooting daggers at his heart. he’d always hated seeing you cry. but the pain was different when he was the one making you cry. “i’m so, so sorry. god, i have so much to make up for. please trust me when I tell you there hasn’t been a single day when you haven’t crossed my mind. i know 6 years isn’t nothing. ghosting you was a dick move. i- please. don’t cry. no. god, can i come over?” he asked, picking up on your silent sobs just as well as he did back then.

and just like he used to be back then, he was here at your doorstep to make you forget about everything that ever made you sad. except that this time, he was the one making you cry. he couldn’t ever forgive himself for this, but he could try to atone for his sins, as he’d like to call it.

you weren’t exactly crying anymore, since you’d always been pretty good at regaining your composure. but there was a certain emptiness in your heart, one that you knew only gyu could fill.

you were standing face to face, him panting slightly because of the 7 flights of stairs he’d just conquered. 

“hey.” you said. 

“hi.” he looked down at you. the longing in his eyes too evident for you to ignore.

“no security this time?” you questioned with a smile on your face.

“ah, no. that was airport security. kind of a formality.”

you nodded. “you’ve gotten so big. i can’t even hug you now.” you said while giving him a faint smile, referring to the dozens of fangirls he was surrounded by and not to mention, the security.

“oh bullshit.” he said as he pulled you into the tightest hug you could have ever imagined. his arms fully caging you in as if he never intended to let you go. and you wouldn’t admit it, but you never wanted him to either. 

“i missed you.” he whispered into your hair. “god, i missed you so much. i’m so sorry.” 

he spent 3 hours explaining why he couldn’t contact you and what he had been upto without you. after a while, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything besides the fact that one, he did not have a girlfriend. and two, he had changed a lot. appearance wise, that is. he wasn’t the mingyu who had left for korea anymore. he was taller, stronger and undeniably hotter. little did you know, mingyu had been thinking about the same things as you were. when did you get so fucking irresistible? i mean, sure he did have a thing for you back in high school. hell, he hasn’t even been able to get over it for the past 6 years, but seeing you like this, with barely anything on and a newfound confidence which you certainly did not have back then ignited something in him. he didn't know how long it would be until he finally gave in.

and so, here you were. facing him on your bed, talking about some degree of yours, when all he could focus on was the way you licked your lips before continuing, or the way your tits were almost fully out on display for him due to that sad excuse for a clothing item you were wearing. you noticed too. he wasn’t exactly being subtle. the way his knees were touching yours and the way he kept playing with his fingers was driving you insane.

“well, then yeah. here i am now, i guess.” you finished telling him about your life. you were almost completely caught up on each others’ stories now, or so you’d like to believe.

his stare hadn’t once left your lips. you hadn’t really noticed how close his face was to yours until you had finished talking.  “gyu” you questioned, your voice almost a whisper. the space between you could be easily closed with just a lean forward from either of you. it had come down to self control now. and lucky for you, mingyu barely had any when it came to you.

“can i?” he questioned, his lips almost on yours. almost. 

you responded by putting your lips on his, and his hands immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. his grip on you was so strong, it made you whimper against his lips. you didn’t bother pulling away to breathe, the action seeming a bit too unimportant at the moment. you had other things to do right now. “gyu..” you moaned out as his lips made their way down to your neck. “so sweet. so good. been thinking bout this for so long.” he whispered against your skin, punctuating each sentence with a kiss on different parts of your neck. his hands made their way up your top, making direct contact with your skin. the warmth radiating off of his hands made you melt under his touch. 

his hands came up to grasp the hook of your bra as his mouth worked wonders on your sensitive spot. “can i? please?” he asked before unclasping the hooks and discarding the small material of clothing into a small corner of your room. his hands snaked further up your body as he guided your top over your head. he had your tits right in his face now. “fuck… so pretty.  shit, all for me?” he asked as he latched onto your right nipple, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud while his hand worked wonders on the left one, pinching at it, making you squirm. “yes.. gyu please. need more. need you.” 

“patience baby. been wanting this for so long. gonna make it worth it.” he said as he took his shirt off. god, it was a sight to see. he was gorgeous. the toned abs, the huge biceps, and not to mention, that beautiful face, he was going to be the death of you. “like what you see?” he questioned teasingly, but your brain was too focused on the way his hands were squeezing your tits while he used his mouth to suck and nibble at your collarbones. he stopped all of it to grab your attention, and you whined at the loss of contact. “gonna need answers baby. be a good girl and use your words, hmm?” you moaned out a weak ‘yes’ as a response, but he accepted it out of mercy.

“lie down for me, pretty girl. on your back, thats it” he said as he helped you get off his lap and onto the mattress. his lips travelled all the way from your neck to your breasts, down to your tummy. he placed several wet, sloppy kisses all over your tummy, making sure to mark you as his on any part of your skin that was visible. your neck had already served its purpose as his canvas, his art on full display for any man who’d even dare to look at you. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was completely obsessed with the idea of making you his. god, he wanted you so bad. 

his hands found their way to the waistband of your shorts, which he tugged at as a way of asking for your permission yet again. you pulled them off yourself making him let out a groan at your compliance. he was facing your clothed cunt, the wet spot on it embarrassingly evident. he kissed it once, looking up to see your reaction. “does that feel good, love?” he asked as his hand made its way to your core, rubbing light circles on it through your underwear. he was such a tease. 

you couldn’t find it in yourself so speak, so you just nodded. this made him stop again. “please baby, i’m gonna need you to use your words, yeah? tell me how good i’m making you feel.” he said as he spat on that damp spot on your underwear, teasing you even further. “mingyu… feels so good.” you managed to moan out, earning a chuckle from him. “see, it wasn’t that hard baby.” 

he pulled your panties off, spreading your legs even further and getting down on his knees on the floor as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed. “such a pretty pussy. can’t wait to taste you baby.” 

his fingers danced against your clit, tapping slightly in an attempt to tease you. this made you let out a whine. “shh baby. i’m gonna take my time with you.” he said, as he tapped his fingers against your lips, signalling you to take them in. you wasted no time in sucking on his fingers and coating them with your saliva. “such a good girl.” 

his hands slid against your folds, the coldness of your saliva mixed with your slick making you shiver. he rubbed on your clit while his other hand was busy playing with your tits. he inserted one finger into your hole, making you gasp. 

“shit, you’re so fucking tight. need you wrapped around me.” you felt his tongue lapping against your cunt, the feeling sending you into overdrive. you had your hands in his air, tugging at it for some sort of control. “ah- gyu, please. fuck.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations reaching straight to your core. just as you felt your high approaching, he gave your clit one last kiss before pulling away. you felt tears well up in your eyes as you let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“aww baby. ‘m sorry. but if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be around my cock.” such a fucking tease.

he pulled his pants off, revealing his deliciously prominent bulge in his boxers. he was palming his cock while staring at your cunt. fuck. 

“shit baby. you’re so beautiful. you want me to fuck you?” he knew the answer. of course he did. he could see you how you clenched around the nothing at the sight of his cock being freed from his boxers. lord have mercy. “yes min. please fuck me.” you managed to choke out. that was all he needed.

he stood between your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. he slowly rubbed against it, gathering your wetness before slipping it in. the stretch you felt made you moan out loud. the sound was music to his ears. once he was buried inside fully, he waited for you to let him know it was okay to move. 

“shit, you feel so good baby.” he groaned, holding back the urge to thrust hard into you and absolutely ruin you for anyone else. but he knew it was too soon. he wanted to savour this moment, feeling your warmth surrounding his cock. he leaned down to kiss you as he began to move steadily, swallowing up all the sounds you were making. “f-fuck gyu, feels so good” you whined against his lips. his hips rocked into you, building up a rhythm. each powerful stroke made your breath hitch, as your nails were busy creating their own masterpiece on his back. he was proud of it too. 

his hands were on your waist, gripping it tightly as he thrust into you. he was picking up his pace. he pressed down on your abdomen, making you gasp loudly. “you feel that baby? feel my cock against your tummy? does that feel good?” he asked, his voice hoarse and laced with ecstasy. “y-yes min. i’m close, fuck.” he knew from the way your pussy clenched around his cock that you were close. his rhythm was starting to falter as he approached his own high.

“where’d you want it baby? want me to come on your pussy? gonna look so pretty.” you nodded, barely registering his words. you were so close. “please.” was all you could let out. your breathless plea was enough to convince him. 

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself come undone around his cock. a few more thrusts and he pulled out, spilling his seed all over your pussy. he collapsed onto you, placing feather light kisses all over your neck and collarbones.

“i’m never letting you go again, you know?”

“i know.”

“i love you, y/n.” 

[r0ttenhearts]

inconvenience

alhaitham x reader

sypnosis: after alhaitham fails to show up for your birthday “party” things seem to go worse between you as well as your best friend kaveh

warnings: angst, no comfort, arguments

the clock chiming felt taunting with every minute that passed. every minute that passed with alhaitham nowhere in sight. every minute that got closer to midnight. a gentle sigh left your lips, the thickly frosted cake sat in front of you untouched. you were sure if you had lit the candles they would have been nothing but melted wax by now.

you weren’t sure why you wanted to believe things would be different tonight. with alhaitham’s busy schedule it made moments between you two scarce and few. only speaking for a few minutes in the morning, knowing he’d be gone all day. you didn’t blame him for it, no. how could you? he was busy doing his job as a scribe! piling onto his already busy schedule felt nauseating. but you trusted his promise he made to you only two weeks prior. a promise to come home early on your birthday, to celebrate together.

it felt so long ago now. the clock reading 11:46 and he still wasn’t home. the sound of the door opening perked you up, a wide smile on your face as you got up, ready to greet alhaitham.

“haitham! i- oh.”

the blonde haired architect smiled softly at you, your shoulders slumping. “hey kaveh, why’re you home so late?” you spoke softly as he came inside.

“i just got caught up with things, figured i’d rather finish them here.. where’s alhaitham? i thought you two would be together right about now?”

you shook your head softly, “i guess he got caught up with things as well.”

kaveh studied your face for a moment before smiling sadly, “happy birthday (y/n).” you whispered a quiet thank you as he walked to his room, the door shutting gently behind him.

a silent storm brewed in your mind and you couldn’t help but feel so defeated. your boyfriend of four years couldn’t bother to show up for your birthday? did he really think his work mattered more than you?

you remembered every time you passed up something with your friends or an event you had wanted to go to, just for alhaitham. considering his feelings and knowing he didn’t like those things. only wanting to spend time together even if it meant missing out on things you also deemed as important.

always taking his feelings and thoughts on certain things, but he couldn’t even come home for your birthday? your sigh was much more aggravated than it was before, your patience as thin as paper.

just as you were about to put the cake away the door opened, the clock reading 12:24. no words were said as you closed the fridge door, making your way past alhaitham before he stopped you. a firm hand on your shoulder.

“what, alhaitham? it’s late, i’m going to bed.” you attempted to shrug his hand off but he held his grip. “you’re angry, why are you upset with me?” alhaitham spoke cooly and composed.

you scoffed loudly, angry tears were trying to escape your eyes but you wouldn’t let them. you wouldn’t cry over him.

“oh, i wonder! i really do, alhaitham. maybe because it’s my birthday and you didn’t bother to show up? just a reminder since you seemed to have forgotten, or do you just not care? i don’t think i want to know the answer.” you spat out like poison. a look of annoyance crossed alhaitham’s face.

“are you serious? you’re behaving like a child over your birthday? i was busy with my work, you know this. don’t go pouting now because i forgot one meaningless day.”

he didn’t care. he didn’t care how much this meant to you, even after telling him stories of how you always went out of your way for others. only to be disappointed in return. the one day of the year you wanted to feel like you mattered, and he didn’t care. he was more bothered with you being upset than anything.

“you can’t be serious alhaitham. you promised me!”

“then i suppose that promise didn’t mean much as i don’t recall ever making one.”

any argument you had in your mind now died. he wouldn’t care for any reason to justify your anger, he had made up his mind. and he wasn’t sorry for any of it.

you didn’t say anything as his hand left your shoulder, walking past you to the kitchen for a late night sandwich. you quietly made your way to kaveh’s room, shutting the door as quietly as you could behind you. kaveh spun around in his chair, a look of confusion on his face.

“kaveh.. alhaitham didn’t care! he just didn’t care at all. i waited all night, you know? i waited and waited and blew off invitations to spend my birthday with dehya and the girls and he just.. just didn’t care! he called me a child and i-“

“(Y/N)!”

your emotional rambling stopped at the yell of your name. kaveh held the same expression alhaitham had when he looked at you not too long ago.

“you are being an inconvenience right now, i have so much to do and i can’t deal with this right now. we can talk about it later but i’m busy right now. so please, get out of my room.”

you didn’t say anything as you left his room. alhaitham scoffing as you two saw each other before he made his way to his own room. the door shutting behind him.

you had never felt so unwelcome in a place you had grown to love and call home. but if you weren’t wanted, you knew better than to stay. to fight for a place that wasn’t yours. with that, you quietly slipped away into the night. texts and calls being missed from the both of them as you made a new life outside of them.

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[strwbrythoughts]

a topic worth discussing | alhaitham

Alhaitham comes home to you (and Kaveh, much to his dismay) with a traveler and their flying companion in tow.

Divider by @/osqrie

My original work from my main blog, revised and reposted here.

As the front door of the quaint house opened, the traveler expected everything else other than a person -who is not Kaveh- greeting Alhaitham with a huge smile on their face.

"Sweetheart, you're home!" said person exclaimed, putting their arms around the man. The person captured Alhaitham in a sweet embrace. What was more surprising to the two observers was definitely the fact that Alhaitham made no effort to push them away with disdain; he reciprocated the hug quite happily.

"I'm home, indeed," he whispered into your ear, the sheer love he had for you evident in his voice. The hug was cut short and interrupted quite rudely by a certain flying emergency food's question. "Uh, so...who is this, Alhaitham?"

"Oh, you brought guests home! Welcome, welcome. I apologise for not noticing you sooner," you exclaimed, pulling yourself away from your beloved. "I am [Y/N], Alhaitham's spouse! My dearest here rarely brings any guests home, so please make yourself comfortable here." I smiled at the two guests behind him before disappearing into the kitchen.

The golden-haired traveler and their companion's eyes looked as if they were about to blow out from their eye sockets. The Acting Grand Sage of the Sumeru Akademiya never seemed to be lacking of surprises; rather, he was full of them. This action of theirs, no matter how much they tried to hide it, had not gone unnoticed by the subject of their interest.

"You can stop being surprised, you know," said Alhaitham with a small chuckle that could only be heard if one was close enough to him. "Though, I can't blame you for your shock; surely you didn't expect me, out of all people, to be married, hm?" His question was only responded to with awkward chuckles and eyes averted to the floor.

"Hey Alhaitham, help me with this painting I'm trying to- oh hey, traveler, Paimon!" A voice barged into the awkward conversation that took place in the living room. Kaveh's sudden interruption had no doubt brought some sort of shame to Alhaitham. An embarrassed sight left his lips before replying, "Now, you can either have a seat and behave; or you can leave this room without a word."

Before the architect could retaliate and respond with a snarky reply, a sweet voice cut him to it. "Oh dear, don't be so harsh on Kaveh, will you? Here, have some of these, it will re-energise you just right, after such a long day," you interrupted, setting down a tray filled with a teapot and a few teacups onto the table, enough for the guests, your husband and Kaveh. As you poured some tea into each cup, a fragrant and relaxing aroma filled the cozy living space. It was as if it had the power to calm all the inhabitants of the room.

No words were exchanged whilst everyone except you enjoyed the tea you had brewed, a look of bliss present on each of their faces. Truly, your amazing skills at brewing tea was one of the things Alhaitham loved about you, though it was not the only reason he fell in love with you. If he were to list down what made him fall for you so hard, he'd have filled the House of Daena with books that contained each and every reason, all explained with elaborate details.

The moment of silence was soon broken by none other than Kaveh. "Thank you for this, [Y/N]. Your tea never fail to calm me down after a long and stressful day." You shot your usual sweet smile at him. "Of course! Nothing makes me happier than helping people relax."

You didn't know if it was your imagination or not, but you could've sworn Kaveh shot a smirk at your husband, who sent him the slightest glare. Oh, these two's antics will never find an end, will they?

Deciding to ignore the two men, you turned to your two respectable guests. "So, you are the renowned traveler who is traversing across the seven nations, and you are their honourable companion, Paimon. Correct?" You inquired to your guests in an attempt to start a small conversation, as to not let them feel awkward.

The traveler merely nodded while Paimon replied to you for the both of them, "Yep, yep, you're absolutely right! But don't worry about us, let's talk about you! You are Alhaitham's spouse? That's super cool! When did you two get married?" You were slightly caught off guard, since you didn't expect such question to come from her.

"Ah, curiouser than a cat, are you?" Paimon merely let out a giggle at that. "Well, we actually got married last year after dating for a few years, when we were still in the Akademiya as students," you responded with a smile. The shiny glint in the traveler and Paimon's eyes told you that their interest was very much piqued. "Wow, that's really unexpected!"

"I think it's rather rude of you to say that I, of all people, would be quite the shocker to the whole of Teyvat if I were to get married," your husband interrupted, tone as sharp as ever. Before you could gently chide him, Kaveh spoke his mind first, "Well, I don't think it's unreasonable for others to think like that, no? What with your aloof and 'I don't care what others think of me' personality going on."

Alhaitham merely glanced at Kaveh before he decided to roast his roommate. "Well, despite not having the best personality others would expect from me, at least I have the financial freedom to have a nice house that was originally meant for my spouse and I only." You knew an agitated Kaveh would start a fight, and so you decided to shoo them away to another room. "An argument is coming up and we all know it; so please, kindly leave the living room." No disagreement was expressed towards your statement, and both men stood up to continue where they left off in the library instead.

A sigh left your lips. "I'm utterly sorry you had to see such an unsightly display like that. Please, continue asking me more questions if you still have them?" The traveler and Paimon assured you that they had already withessed one of their arguments back in the House of Daena at the Akademiya, and were more amused than annoyed by it. You could only chuckle at that.

"Anyway," Paimon started, her -and to a certain extent, the traveler's- want to satiate their curiosity regarding you and Alhaitham's marriage was quite strong. "How'd you manage to get him to fall in love? As far as Paimon can see, he doesn't seem like he has the abilities to feel any empathy, let alone love." You let out a hearty laugh at her words, even though it was not the first time you heard such things from other people regarding your husband.

"Well, Paimon, you should know that love is one of the most mysterious emotions for humankind. It can appear in anyone at anytime and anywhere, even to the most stoic and rational people. Pure love cannot be suppressed easily, and it is necessary for one to act according to the love they feel, lest they hurt emotionally or in the worst cases, die."

Paimon shor a confused glance at the traveler who nodded with understanding at your words. "Uh, well, Paimon was not expecting such a logical answer...are all people from the Akademiya like this? All of you talk like you're writing an academic paper or something!" You grinned at the little flying companion. Truly, she never failed to amuse anyone with her blunt words and thoughts.

"Well, if it can satisfy you much better than my previous answer, I can tell you how we started having a crush on each other, all those years ago," you said, the grin still stuck on your lips. "Ooh! Please do, Paimon and the traveler would love to hear it!" The small glint in their eyes had been replaced with stars that shone quite brightly. Quite a comical sight.

Before you could open your mouth to begin your story, a familiar pair of arms enveloped you into a back hug, well, they enveloped your shoulders it seemed, as you were sitting. Ah, it seemed that the two arguing men had finally became tired of arguing. "Must you barge into other people's love lives? Is that really all that you can entertain yourselves with these days?" Alhaitham questioned, annoyed that others kept trying to know his very much private love life.

Paimon pouted, bringing out the childlike attitude she sometimes had. "Hey, [Y/N] wasn't forced to tell us, so why are you saying that as if we coerced them into this?!" "Come now, the stoic and rational Akademiya's Acting Grand Sage's love life is definitely a topic worth discussing and you know it," Kaveh chimed in, indirectly supporting Paimon.

"Come honey, we should take a stroll around Razan Garden tonight. I'm sure the darkness of the night will only ensure that the plants glow even more magnificently than ever," Alhaitham interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling you up from your seat and ultimately ignoring Kaveh and his guests.

"Come back, you two!" Annoyed voices called out to the two of you. You looked back but your husband's hand on your waist was proof that he had no desire to entertain them any longer. You could merely shoot a small, apologetic smile as Alhaitham opened the door of the house.

"See ya."

Thank you for reading! <3

[kuro4thegays]

- Happy birthday to my favorite architect

[Word count: 1.7k] [Kaveh x gn!reader] [Content: picking sunsettias on a vast field and playfighting, not much more]

“Stop wiggling around. I could fall, you know?” You did your best to steady yourself, but it was becoming clear that if Kaveh doesn't stop moving your faith might be sealed. “Maybe if you were to grab that sunsettia a little quicker we wouldn't have to worry about breaking my back!” Kaveh was fast to make his issues with this little setup of yours known as salty beads of sweat started to collect on his forehead. You sighed, quite harshly at first, but obliged, reaching your hand as far as it could go. “Just a little more…” That’s it, the branch was just within your reach, just another stretch and that sweet, juicy reward will be in your hands. You could practically taste it, the juice of the ripe fruit trickling down your chin as you bit into its soft flesh. That’s it, so close, just the last push and…

“Nope.” Kaveh tumbled onto his knees, quickly removing your body from his already sore shoulders. “No more…” As soon as the weight was gone he fully let his body give into exhaustion, letting the soft grass soften his fall. “What?! It was literally in my hands and you just… ugh!” You stood up on your own two feet, leaning over the man’s worn out body. Kaveh couldn’t even breathe, let alone answer, but his bright red face told you everything. “You have said that 12 times in the last ten minutes we’ve been trying this.” The artist struggled, but managed to utter those snarky, but truthful, words.

He wasn’t getting up.

“Oi! Kaveh!” Your attitude evaporated within seconds, like a water droplet landing on hot metal. You dropped to your knees, leaning directly over Kaveh’s weak frame as you tried to figure out what was wrong. Did he really overexert himself? Does he need a medical professional? Oh God, what have you done? Not knowing what to do, you straddled Kaveh, not fully wrapping your legs around his waist to leave room for him to breathe, before pointing up your ring finger. “What finger am I holding up?!” You looked at the exhausted architect wide eyed. Awaiting his response with a heavy breath. “You…” Kaveh extended his hand. “Yes?” You leaned closer, your face only centimeters away from his. “... are an idiot.” Just like that you felt him lightly slap your shoulder. “Huh?” Blank face. Evidently, it took you a moment to process the hit. Only when you heard Kaveh’s light chuckle did it finally register.

“You!” You were quick to straighten your back, now leaning away from the male. “I should have seen this coming.” Of course, you could have just gotten up, but truthfully you still had some of that pettiness left inside. “You got riled up so quickly, I couldn’t help it.” Kaveh chuckled, completely unaware of your new intentions. “Oh, yeah? Seems like you got me wrapped around your fingers. Maybe I should try taking some control back, hmm?” You looked at him like you were going to pounce, now tightening your hold over the other male’s body. You wrapped your thighs around Kaveh’s waist, no fear of suffocating present now as you prepared yourself for an attack.

“What are you planning on doing?” Kaveh gulped, readying himself for whatever was about to come. He could sense the want for revenge in your eyes. He might have started to reconsider his actions. A shame that it was all in the past now.

Suddenly, you grabbed Kaveh’s sides, your nimble fingers ready for a counter attack. Just a single move of your digits and Kaveh knew what he was in for. Tickling. “Wait!” He tried to push you away, but before he even got the chance to raise his hand his body had already started to squirming with laughter. He tried desperately to shove you away, but you already got him by his weak spot. You really did have many ways of stealing his breath away. “Too late.” Your attack on his sensitive spots was relentless, oh that revenge might have been sweeter than that fruit still standing out of their reach. “Stop it!” Kaveh tried to grip your teasing hands, yet they were too damn fast. “Maybe I’ll consider it if you apologize.” That should have been easy enough, well, it would have been if you had stopped. Obviously Kaveh was too busy trying to catch his breath to even begin to form a sensible sentence. His mouth was wide open, but no words were coming out. “No?” You raised an eyebrow, directly challenging your victim which seemed to have only agitated him further. “No… f- fair.” Kaveh choked the words out, his lungs fighting for their dear life. He kicked his feet at you, throwing his hands in a feeble attempt to catch one of yours. Though stamina wasn’t one of your strong suits either. Sure, tickling was easy enough, but having to dodge Kaveh’s wild moves proved to be quite tiresome. You faltered and even if it was just for a second Kaveh too found your weak spot. “Sorry not sorry.” And your waist seemed just within his reach.

“My turn.” Using all of the strength he had left inside he flipped you on the grassy field beneath. But, unfortunately for him, you were not a quitter. “Hey!? You grabbed both of Kaveh’s hands, blocking his tickle attack while trying to reverse the roles yet again, using only your lower body force. “What are you trying to do?!” Despite the losing battle, Kaveh laughed from the very bottom of his soul, no tickling required. At this point the both of you were pushing past the exhaustion.

You wriggled out of Kaveh’s grasp, yet as soon as you turned around to crawl away he had already caught you by the foot. Things grew blurry from then. The only safe thing to say was that the two of you were now just two idiots rolling in the grass. Perhaps it was that familiarly sweet scent of early summer that was influencing you or the lingering taste of the equally sweet sunsettia lingering on your tongues. The only thing you knew for sure was that in that exact moment Kaveh was only yours. Be it his body that so beautifully glistened with sweat under the setting sun, his ever so witty tongue that threw teases your way or simply the fact that his eyes were only looking back at yours. In that sense you were fully his too. Your words were equally teasing, your body equally vulnerable and your gaze fixated on one man and one man only. “Take me.” Your body so painfully screamed, yet your mouth was already preoccupied with wild laughter. And even if you could speak it wouldn’t be necessary. You found your answer in the way Kaveh looked at you. 

“You done? Already?” You chuckled, but you really weren’t any better. Your body gave out, falling on top of Kaveh in a way that could only be described as the opposite of graceful. You were now very sweaty, awfully so, and the dirt lingering on the fabric of your shirt wasn’t really complimenting the look. “You’re a mess.” Kaveh was quick to point out, ignorant to his own disheveled state. “Look who’s talking.” But you shut him up rather quickly. The two of you just laid there, feeling the cool shade embrace your hot bodies as you let your lungs relax for a while. Admittedly, you never knew one’s cheeks could hurt from smiling, but somehow after experiencing it you don’t think it’s all that bad. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind feeling it again someday. “Can I kiss you?” You asked. You were far past the point in which this question would be necessary, but just looking at Kaveh’s peaceful face made you want to make sure that you weren’t being too needy. “When have I ever said no to that?” You took that as a yes. You didn’t waste time before planting a tired, but plenty affectionate kiss on Kaveh’s soft lips. Even in your most worn out state there was that last bit of strength reserved specifically for Kaveh. You slipped your tongue in, barely, just enough to have the briefest taste. It was enough for you, enough to give you all the energy in the world you would ever need. Because if there ever was anything you wanted more from Kaveh than his love was for him to accept your love, for him to be on the receiving end for once. He has enough trouble in his life already, why would  you ever want to add to that?

You leaned in for another, opening your mouth wider this time, hell, you were even feeling bold enough to stick your tongue out just the tiniest bit, but were stopped in a rather comedically painful way. “Ouch…” You stopped right in your tracks, hands swiftly searching for the place of the impact. You rubbed your head before noticing something coated in that familiar shade of orange. A sunsettia, that damned sunsettia. “Mehrak!” Kaveh giggled, pointing at his trusty, sentient workcase. “How has it charged so fast?” You questioned, not that impressed by the robots ability to pick fruits. “You’re just being salty.” Kaveh retorted. “Perhaps.” And you weren’t exactly trying to deny it. You grabbed the ripe fruit, the best one they have found this entire season, before offering it to your love. “For you.” You smiled, placing it securely into the man’s hands. Kaveh bit into its hard surface before suckling in all of its sugary juice. He took the time to savor it, but eventually returned it into your hands. “Are you sure? I want you to have it.” You shook your head, but the architect was as insistent as ever. “[name].” The call of your name spilling from Kaveh’s lips was enough reassurance. You too bit into it, the same spot Kaveh previously did. It was heavenly, the juice slowly trickling down your chin and onto your shirt. Truly one of a kind. The artist really did have the eye for good fruit. The gentle summer breeze reminded you of home and the sunsettia in your hand of that first pang of love you felt all those years back. 

“Kaveh.” You murmured, lips still attached to the orange sweetness.

“Yes?”

“Happy birthday.”

[Writer’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED. Anyways, it was a good one. I'm absolutely in love with his birthday art, he really is the prettiest man there ever was. Now I'll probably be working on the next part of What does freedom look like without you? The only thing that I'll say is that it'll be a backstory bit, so do with that what you will. Have a great rest of your day and say happy birthday to my favorite boy. Bye bye]

[palmofafreezinghand]

suspenders: on ao3 here.

2011. 

A wolf whistle stopped Carlisle mid-step as he walked down the second-floor hallway. 

“Someone’s getting lucky,” Emmett sang, his signature heavy footsteps coming up quickly behind Carlisle. 

“That is the hope,” Carlisle said quietly, eyes fixed on his freshly shined shoes, mindlessly twisting his wedding band. 

“I’d fuck you,” Emmett chuckled, his strong hand briefly landing on Carlisle’s shoulder as he used the leverage to push himself forward. 

Carlisle’s brows furrowed as he looked over at the young man. “If you were a woman and my wife, of course?” 

“Don’t be weird. I’d do it as me,” Emmett frowned as if Carlisle was broaching the confines of their relationship with his suggestion. 

“Oh, thank you?” 

“Anytime, Buddy,” Emmett elbowed Carlisle’s arm as the two began to resume their walk down the hall. “She’s been gone what, a month right?” 

“Two months, three weeks, and six days,” Carlisle responded a second too quickly to seem normal. 

His wife had been offered the opportunity of a lifetime, lead designer and contractor of a historic restoration project. The original architect had been one she had admired for nearly a century, and the chance to fully restore his work had been one she under no circumstances could refuse, even if the project required her to live on-site. 

“Not that you’ve been counting,” Emmett chuckled. 

“Of course not. I support my wife in all her endeavors, even the ones that require her to live in a different country for two months, three weeks, six days, and seventeen hours.” “That was almost believable,” Emmet said as they reached the staircase. 

“Good, I’ve been practicing.” 

“Have fun,” Emmett grinned, punching Carlisle’s arm one last time, before jumping over the railing onto the first floor — an act he was strictly prohibited from doing while Esme was home — and bounding out the front door. 

Carlisle made his way down the stairs in a dignified manner, futzing with the drape of his sweater as he walked. He stopped in the first-floor foyer, examining his reflection in the entryway mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair once, twice, a third time. The lock at the front of his hair refused to stay gelled back, stubbornly falling on his forehead. His wife once remarked it made him look like ‘Clark Kent’s’ alter ego, he thought it made him look like a bum. 

“Someone’s dressed up,” Rosalie said from the living room. 

“Do I look alright?” Carlisle asked, turning to face her, holding his arms out at either side. 

“Better than you usually do, but that’s not saying much,” she said from her spot on the couch. A disassembled speaker lay on the coffee table in front of her. A soldering iron in her hand as she pieced two parts back together. 

“You know some people do find me half-decent looking.” 

“I am painfully aware. You forget Esme and I are friends,” she sighed, turning her attention back to her project. 

Carlisle took the move as a sign the conversation was over and turned back to the entryway mirror. His focus was fixed on his tie this time. It was light blue floral silk. Esme had bought it on one of their first trips to Paris, remarking it complimented his eyes. 

“Speaking of Esme,” Rosalie said, dropping her voice so the rest of the house could not hear her unless listening intently, “did you know she enjoys a high-waisted pant?” 

“Does she? I feel as if most of her pants have a reasonable - Oh, you are referring to my trousers.” 

“I did not say that,” Rosalie said but he could see in the mirror she was nodding her head. “I did not say she thinks a pant like you used to wear in the thirties are becoming or quote accentuates your hips.” 

“Good to know,” Carlisle said, turning to walk back up the stairs, appearing to be nonchalant. “On other news, I believe I forgot something upstairs.” 

He was halfway down the hall when Rosalie quietly called after him, “Suspenders.” 

“Suspenders?” 

“Yes, but wear something over them.” 

“Thank you,” Carlisle said, resuming his walk toward his bedroom. 

“I didn’t tell you that.” 

“Of course not.” 

Once in his bedroom he fetched a pair of dark brown high-waisted wool trousers from the very back of his closet and tried them on. He examined himself in the floor-length mirror, turning and posing. He supposed they did accentuate his hips. Was that a good thing? He clipped on a pair of suspenders and slipped a slate blue sweater over the ensemble. With one more glance in the mirror, he admitted he did look better. 

He switched the pants he had previously neatly tucked in his duffel bag for two pairs of high-waisted trousers that he had not worn since 1974 when Alice broke the news they were dreadfully out of style. Another set of suspenders was thrown in the bag, just in case. 

Truthfully he did not need to primp as if he was courting her again. His wife would surely arrive at the private airpark smelling of construction crews and latex-based paint, in a pair of dusty stained coveralls. Yet, there was something exhilarating about the preparation, a giddiness similar to the first time he asked her to accompany him on a hunt. As close to a date as they could manage back in those days. Hopefully she still found him as charming. 

Two at a time he made his way back down the stairs. He looked over to the entryway mirror one last time, running his hands through his hair, brushing the lock of hair back, it promptly fell when he removed his hand. With a sigh, he turned away from his reflection. 

 Before leaving he popped his head into the living room doorway, Rosalie had been joined by Edward, Renesmee, Alice, and Bella. Bella and Edward were tucked into an armchair reading from the same book. Alice was scrolling on her laptop. Renesmee sitting on the couch next to Rosalie, picking up a piece of the speaker turning it over in her hands, and then putting them back in the wrong place on the table. 

“I’m off to the airport,” Carlisle said. “We will be back soon. Do not burn down the house, please.” 

“Can I go with you?” Renesmee pleaded in a manner that was not age-appropriate, but he suspected was a result of being raised by nine adults she had wrapped around her finger. 

“Yet again, no you may not,” Carlisle said.  

“Why not?” 

“Because I said so.” 

“Ugh,” Ness groaned, slumping in her seat. “I haven’t seen Grandma in months. I have so much to tell her.” 

“I assure you she will want to hear every detail when we’re back in a week.” 

“A whole week?” Edward asked quietly, looking up from the book he and Bella were reading. 

’You have absolutely no room to talk. How many times I have served as a babysitter?’ Carlisle thought with a raised brow. 

Edward nodded in concession, pressing his lips together as he returned his attention to the book in his wife’s hands. 

“This outfit of yours is awful,” Alice complained. “Why do you never wear anything I buy you?” 

“Your last purchase was a lobster-patterned three-piece suit,” Carlisle said. 

“It was nautical.” 

“I think he looks fine,” Rosalie said, glancing up briefly. 

“That’s quite a compliment, coming from her,” Edward teased. 

“Thank you, Rosalie,” Carlisle said, picking his keys up from the entryway rack, and opening the front door. “Goodbye, don’t cause any chaos, please. And if you do… I am begging you, don’t call.” 

[chastiefoul]

tears and comfort | kaveh drabble

genre: comfort and just everything soft wc: 0.5k a/n: i want to spoil kaveh rotten please just one chance

you ran your fingers through kaveh’s pale yellow hair, the very one who’s currently lying down a top of you, face buried deep in your chest as if hiding.

he’s been quite ever since he got home, yet you hadn’t missed the agitation in his eyes before he found you reading on the bed as he invaded your (long-gone) personal space. though however right it felt to have him in your embrace, it was at the same time unsettling. kaveh who turned into a chatterbox the minute he stepped into your shared home and telling you all about his day was nowhere to be found. And for a man who always seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, it’s all very concerning.

“kaveh?” you called gently, trailing little kisses at the crown of his head. he responded with a slight grunt but you’re looking for more. “honey, talk to me please?” your hand returned to resume working wonders on his hair as he shook his head a little as a response to your question. And at that point you just knew that it today must’ve been horrible for him.

“bad day, baby?” you asked still with the softest one as you give him back-scratches wanting him to be as relaxed as you can possibly make him. he nodded, his arms around you got tighter. Not finding a right response for a wound still so fresh, you’re silent as you keep trying to make him more comfortable and soothed by your little gestures. However you weren’t sure you’re doing much, after noticing the sniffles and the rough heave of breath he’s taken. kaveh’s crying.

“can i see your face honey? I haven’t take a good look of my handsome lover today,” you coaxed him, bringing your hands to either side of his face. When that meets no resistance you brought his face close to yours, the corner of his eyes flooded with tears that kept flowing freely and you felt a crack on your heart. “oh baby,” you softly said, wiping the under of his eyes gently. “s-sorry,” he whimpered, somehow thinking that he’s at least at fault for crying. “why are you apologizing baby? never be sorry for feeling.” You gave him a reassuring smile, planting two tender kisses on each of his eyes. He gave you a slight smile, one full of gratitude. “i’m only sorry because now your eyes would be all swollen by the time you wake up tomorrow,” you said, your thumbs still working to brush away his remaining tears as kaveh calmed down a little. “stop crying, please?” you offered him a smile, and he knew it’s an encouragement because he knew you wouldn’t mind if he still had to cry more. the bottom line is you’re there for him.

as response he buried his head to nuzzle at your neck, the gesture already possessed significantly more zest than when he came home few hours ago. “wanna talk about it?” you asked, not in any way forceful. “maybe later,” he mumbled, his voice a little lighter. “anything for you.”

There’s solid minutes of peacefulness, and it’s extremely cozy as you felt your chest overflowed with your affections toward the architect.

“kaveh, you know i’m proud of you right?” you wrapped your arms around him.

“always.”

[snowdrop-ivy]

Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 3

Summary: After the meet, you reminisced.

WC: 2141

T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.

You stared at your ring while sitting on the coffee table. You wiped the tears that have been streaming down since you left your dad’s place. It’s been streaming non-stop. You hitched a breath and bawled your eyes out till you heard your phone ring. It was Phillip, your fiance, calling.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey, babe,” He sounded happy. You covered your lips so he won’t hear you crying. “Just wanna check up on you. How was the party?”

You bit your lip. “It was fun. Jer had a blast.”

“That’s good to hear. Sorry I had to miss it.”

“That’s okay,” You replied. “There’s always a next one.”

“Yeah,” He sighed. “Well, just called to check on you but I gotta head out now. I just stepped out to call. I’ll call you later. Love you, babe.”

You felt the tears fall down as the call dropped. You went to your bedside and opened it. There you saw the ring Carm gave you. It’s a silver halo ring with your birthstone in the middle. You smiled when you remembered when you got engaged and when you told your families. How happy you both were back then.

“So, you guys, wanna hear the story?” Mikey asked as he’s washing his hands on the sink. You’re at their family house cooking up lunch for the Sunday barbeque.

“Yeah, Mikes, go ahead,” Carm answered. You sat beside Richie on the counter with your hands inside Carm’s jacket so you can hide the ring.

“All right, here we go,” Richie started while munching on chips.

You and Nat both rolled your eyes together before laughing. Nat’s leaning on the counter beside you, topping up the pizza. Richie was already laughing even though the story’s not starting yet.

“All right,” Mikey added. “So we’re at Ceres, right, which was the bar at the bottom of the Board of Trade Building. It was just this little bar in the lobby, right? The place opened at 6:30 in the morning, so that when traders lost their ass when the market opened they could just walk over and just get hammered in this little fucking bar.”

Carm wiped his hands as he turned to listen to his brother’s story. He looked at you before kissing you then leaned on you. You wrapped your arm around his arms and leaned on his head.

“Anyway, the name “Ceres” was named after the Goddess of Agriculture, sorry, and…” Mikey belched.

Nat went up to him. “You and your fucking Ceres…”

“Someone’s jealous you weren’t invited?” Mickey mocked her.

You laughed then gave Carm a kiss on the temples. He stood between your legs and held your free arm to wrap around his waist. You propped your chin on his neck, giving him a light peck which tickled him.

“I would not have gone. Thank you,” Nat striked back and grinned.

“You would have gone,” Mikey emphasized. “Carmy, grate some parmesan.”

Carm kissed your hand before slipping out. “I got ya,” He tapped Mike on his shoulder.

You smiled at them bickering, seizing the moment you have together. After this, you’ll go back to San Francisco for Nursing School. Who knows when you’ll see each other again.

“You’re jealous,” Mikey snickered to his sister. “Anyway, on top of the building, there was a statue of Ceres and her back, for all of you historians, was facing towards the east. And that’s because all the trading had just moved to the Midwest.”

“Oh, really?” You mockingly asked. Mikey eyed you up which made you laugh. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“So, the architect John Storrs, legend has it that he built this statue as like a big ‘fuck you’,” Mikey continues while sprinkling some parmesan.

“Christ,” Richie laughed. “Wake me up when the story starts and the fucking class is dismissed.”

All of you laughed at him. Mikey gave him a finger. He gave one back before drinking his scotch.

“Tell the story!” Nat urged him as she stirred the marinara sauce.

“I’m trying to tell the fucking story,” Mikey said as she tasted the sauce which earned a grunt of Sug.

“Anyway, so, the point is, we’re out all night, we’re drunk as shit, we’re fucking high as shit,” Mikey went on and faced everyone. “We figure the only place that’s still open of course is…”

“Ceres,” You both answered. He gave you a salute and you winked at him. Richie jumped down to taste the pizza Nat made while Carm garnished the beef.

“And being 6:45 in the morning, we are right to assume that the place is gonna be a fucking ghost town,” Mikey implied. “Fuck off,” he grabbed the raisins Nat was waving at him.

“Get outta here with those raisins,” Richie said with his mouth full.

“Mum always added raisins,” She stated.

“We are not doing raisins,” Mikey screeched while waving his hands.

Nat sighed in disbelief before looking at you. You gave her a smile and a shrug.

“Anyway, cousin, was it a ghost town?” Rich asked.

“Oh, we’re not done yet?” You blurted out.

“Baby doll,” Miked called you. “Shush your mouth.”

Your eyes widened and sized him up. Mikey gave you a smile before joining Richie laughing.

“Hey,” Carm called his brother. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. Mikey apologized before resuming his story. “No, it was not a ghost town. Not only was it not a ghost town, it was a fucking rager.”

Carm finished and went back to his previous place. He smiled at you before giving you a squeeze on the thigh. “It was fucking packed,” Mikey bragged, his veins popping out of his neck. “It was just like…” He made an explosion sound. “Right? All fucking Blackhwak fans, and cousin, who’s there?”

“Savvy,” Richie yelled out.

“Get outta here,” You and Carm laughed.

“Dennis motherfucking Savard,” Mickey roared then flexed his Savvy. They both yelled out mundane stuff about who they saw that made you all burst out laughing. Mickey went on to tell that they also saw Belfour and how Savvy was inducted to the Hockey Hall of Fame and they walked to his going off party and when Savvy saw the Ceres pamphlet, he changed his outgoing message as Goddess of Agriculture.

“That’s stupid,” You laughed with them.

“Fucking stupid,” Carm agreed.

“So dumb,” Nat added.

The air filled with laughter as you watched Carm roll the beef and stick it with toothpicks. Mikey continued to tell stories on who they saw, which this time was Bill Murray. You smiled at the view you had. How everything was so light, calm, and you were all truly happy. Nat continued to force smiles and mocked his stories that you sometimes joined. You got down and had a beer with your ringless arm then joined Carmy on rolling the beef.

“Is the story done now?” Carm asked, wiping his hands before turning to everyone. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tighter. “We have a story to tell as well.”

“Okay,” Mikey crossed his arms. “Shoot, bear.”

You all looked at their eager eyes waiting for your story. Nat crossed his legs and leaned on the counter. You watched as their faces were filled with confusion. Rich held his beer intently. Mikey lightly shrugged with his arms crossed. You slowly showed your left hand with a bright smile along with Carmy who’s hugging you tightly.

“We’re getting married!” You screamed, jumping with joy.

The screams echoed through the wall with congratulatory marks. Rich choked on his beer which splattered a little on Mikey. Nat’s eyes welled with tears as she hugged you both. Mikey had an awe on his face, it took him a moment to say something.

“Aww, guys, this is so awesome,” Nat stuck out her bottom lip as she examined your ring before giving you a hug once again. “This is so exciting!” She exclaimed.

“Mike, you okay, bro?” Carmy called out his brother who had tears in his eyes. Mike slowly approached Carm and pulled him to a tight hug and shut his eyes off. “Woah, okay, buddy.”

Rich turned to you and hugged you as well. “Oh, please, don’t get divorced.”

You jokingly slapped his shoulder and rolled your eyes. Nat hugged you from the back as you watched the brothers hug. You smiled at Mikey when he opened his eyes. You saw the happiness lingering on his eyes and how he’s trying not to let out his tears.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am for you,” Mike said as he pulled out of the hug. He cupped his little brother’s face. “Don’t mess this up.”

You laughed at what he said. Carm shook his head before nodding. “No messing this up,” He acknowledged his brother.

Mike then turned to you and gave you the warmest hugs. You felt him kiss the side of your head as you heard him sniff. “I’m so… so happy for you.”

A smile slowly formed on your face and the tears started to well up on how happy you felt to hear that. “Thanks, Mikey,” you whispered and kissed him on the cheek.

You all went to the Sunday barbecue where you drank champagne, danced til midnight, and had endless laughter from the many stories Mike and Richie had. You went home to your shared apartment and sat on the coffee table that your dad gave as a gift for Christmas. You gave Carm a glass of water while you had a cup of warm milk to help you sleep. Both of you sat in a calm and safe space of silence. Your feet were on Carm’s legs as he massaged your toes from the heels you wore. The only noise coming from you were the sips you both took and the breeze coming from the window.

“When should we get married?” Carm suddenly asked, still looking and massaging your toes.

You let out a chuckle. “When would you want?” You emphasized.

“Up to you, babe,” He answered, giving you a smile.

You shrugged. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not?” He raised a brow.

“You letting me decide,” You raised a brow back. From the beginning, Carm always lets you get what you want as long as it makes you happy. From the movies you want to the majority of the furniture in your apartment. “Oh! I know a fun way how to decide! We should play a game!”

“Are we basing our wedding decisions on a game?” Confusement gazing on his face.

You stuck out your bottom lip. “Maybe.”

Carmy took a sip of water while staring at you. “Shoot.”

“Okay, you go first.” You sat straight. “Clear your mind. Take a deep breath. We get to ask five questions about the wedding and we answer as fast as we can. No thinking.”

Carm closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You asked if he’s ready and he nodded. You grinned at his seriousness. He’s really taking this seriously since he wants the wedding to be perfect. Just like how perfect you are. He wants to give you the wedding you want and deserve.

“Flowers?” You quickly ask.

“Pink petunias.”

“Cater?”

“Mikey.”

“Color motif?”

“Dusty blue and sage green.”

“Food?”

“Italian and Japanese.”

“Date?”

“November 11”

“Carmy!” You called him out. You raised a brow at him while he had this sneaky grin on his face. “That’s all of my favorite things!”

He let out a chuckle. “I know. It’s your wedding day. I want you to have all the things you want.”

“It’s your wedding too,” You stated, eyeing him.

“I know,” He replied, placing his chin on his palm with his elbows propped on the table. “I just wanna be married to you.”

You pursed your lip trying not to smile. Carmen Berzatto is your death. You can’t help but to squeal and jump on his lap. You grazed his head to his chin while looking at his intense, warm blue eyes. Your hands settled on his chin, drawing circles on it. You saw him lean, so carefully slow. You weren’t sure if you two were breathing or now and you know you can hear your hearts breathing. You felt a shiver as we inserted his hands on your jumper and spelt his name on your waist. You can’t feel whether it's cold or not because at the moment, all you can feel is him, everywhere, filling everything with him.

“I love you so fucking much,” He whispered.

Then he kissed you, gently and passionately.

His lips were the softest thing you’ve ever known, soft like a new bought pillow, like biting into a cotton candy, like floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, just like how he is.

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Hewwo. Could I request Kaveh, Thoma, Cyno and Wanderer with an s/o who loves talking about how handsome they are?

Oh, you give me butterflies

| genshin impact !

⌗:, you just can't brush of the feeling you first felt when you met your lover but...you still have the same butterflies everytime you see his handsome face...

⌗:, I've waited for a while for my sisters laptop to be cleared but since I can't get my hands on it no gradient for this one lmfao enjoy

⌗:, a/n: I still drool over genshin men I can't help it. its unfair of hyv to keep pulling out pretty characters. I may or may not have gone overboard with Wanderer.

⌗:, warning: nothing just fluff, fluff, fluff

,,people fawn over how good he looks and you being his lover are really proud but when you look at his face more closer, with more adoration you can't get over how his face looks like as if it was crafted by gods....

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Kaveh being the light of Ksharewar and a stern follower of aesthetics and architects maintains his face like a beauty expert. He would hate it if his face isn't smooth without any faults just like his unbeatable architectural masterpieces.

You love his face when he is concentrated but when his face is covered in sweat after he completes his work with a smirk of victory on his face...oh you go crazy looking at him something just starts riling up in you.

You observe him when he works because you are unable to spend time cuddling him as he is busy covering up his debts. You observe him because you like his face but maybe you stare a little too hard. " like what you see [name] ?" he said and you just suddenly proclaimed how much you love staring at his pretty face that it became a hobby of yours.

when you finally processed what you said you flushed bright red while Kaveh had a lovable smile on his face.

oh how could his [name] be so adorable? don't worry you won't get away from him until he has given you a sufficient amount of kisses !

You fell head first when you saw the kamisato retainer Thoma on his way out from the estate on his way to the shrine, the same direction as you and that's pretty much how you both fell in love at first sight.

You love thoma to the moon and back and you love the way how he gets easily flustered when you tease him even a little bit. it makes you feel giddy. you always cook food for him on the pretense of you getting the chance to visit him and feed him.

While you were feeding him the food you made you stated gently at his lips. the way they parted and the way thd food would go down his throat, you observed his every little act with great detail. You told him that " how do you look so handsome in whatever you do? im so glad i fell in love with you first" hearing your sudden statement made him choke on his food and you seriously got worried.

" [name] thank you for the compliment but...I am eating and I might choke"

You were an adventurer of the desert, and you heard of the general mahamatra, Cyno but you never saw him in person until you were being ambushed by a group of hiluchurls, and he came to save you.

His reason for loving you is very simple. you are a great person and you like his jokes..well to some extent not all are bad. You helped him many times when he was carrying out his duty and after some time both of you moved to a new home. You loved how he looked when he wielded his spear with ease and how he would finish off the enemies in one go. You swear that you never saw a much more cool boyfriend than yours.

You also picked up his habit of saying bad jokes and you told him when he was resting

"Cyno, do you know what kind of tea I like?"

"...what kind?"

"It's you, shawtea"

Well he liked your joke but you could've been straightforward with your admiration for him. Nevertheless he is glad you have a keen sense of humor.

After Scaramouche became Wanderer he did not want to suffer another betrayal and wanted to forget anything that happened to him. But he was sure that if you leave him, he would suffer the greatest betrayal that he will never be free from. You were just an Inn keeper in sumeru and you happened to see him wandering aimlessly. You didn't want him to catch a cold in that storm so you brought him in. But who knew that it would become another tale, lead to another beginning in his life?

You provided him with everything you could after you got to know about his past. You provided him with warmth that he could always expect from the person who loves him a lot. You would sheepishly smile from across the room when he would pout at you for not giving him enough attention for the day.

One night after you caught a cold he stayed right beside your bed taking care of you lest anything goes wrong or you need his help. You were in a daze and unknowingly you told him " you act so rough and tough around everyone...but how come you change your attitude around me? really..I like it a lot how sweet you act towards me...I love you so much. I love your face, I love your lips, I love all your scars that are proof of your bravery, I love the way you talk, I love your everything"

it was so simple yet so laced with love. it was his first time hearing something so pure that he was sure he couldn't believe it. his brain turned into mush when you confessed your heartfelt feelings to him.

He loved you since the day he met you, he loves you today and he will keep loving you till the end of time.

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My Highest Worldly Bliss: Chapter Two

Pining, a lil’ bit of backstory, and some mandatory filler for pacing purposes later on 🫶🏼

Tw: Minor cursing

——

002 was heaving as she raced back to her holding cell. What on Copper-9 was she thinking?! Talking… to a worker drone?! If the Doctors ever found out about this, she’d never live to see another day.

But, the strange man with the white eyes confused her in a wonderful way. His concern seemed… genuine. Almost as if he wasn’t afraid of her. The thought engulfed her in the same fuzzy feeling that seeing his face for the first time did. She felt her core skip a cycle and the blush momentarily return.

“Snap out of it, Nori!” She whisper-yelled, using her real name now, not the number the humans had mandated for her. As she approached the holding cell she shared with 048, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

“[And where might you have been?]” The Russian drone was right in front of Nori’s face as she opened the door, looking unamused.

Nori jumped, “Oh my frickin’ god, Yeva! Warn a bitch before you jump-scare her! Nearly gave me a core attack!”

“[You’ve dealt with worse. Now tell me, where were you? You were supposed to be back 30 minutes ago.]”

“I got… held up in the chamber. Passed out after treatment.” She tried to make it sound as convincing as possible, but if anyone could see through her, it was her best friend.

“[You are a terrible liar,]” the taller woman scoffed, “[fine, don’t tell me.]” Yeva turned back around and walked toward her bed, brow raised in anticipation.

“Ugh, it was noth- it’s stupid, okay! Just some… dumb architect guy from the surface.”

“[Uh-huh,]” 048 said with a grin.

——

“You there, boy! What are you doing?” A low-pitched voice rang through the hallway, momentarily distracting Khan from the empty feeling in his core. The pretty lady was gone…

He turned around to tell the human what had happened, “Uh, I finished surveying the damage. As you can see it’s very minor,” he pointed up at the, now fixed, ceiling, “but there’s damaged wiring behind that wall. So I’ll need to come back soon.”

The drone nervously watched the human’s expression, waiting for them to notice his lie and send him to the dump for it.

“Ugh, fine, fine.” The person scoffed, “Just go back up to the lobby. They’ll have to send the mines another request to loan you for the day. Otherwise you won’t get clearance to come in.”

“That’s fine! I best be on my way, good day to you!” Khan quickly disappeared down the hall, a hopeful feeling in his chest. Maybe he’d see her again after all.

——

For the next, god knows how many, days, Nori’s processor actually… calmed down. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but she wasn’t complaining. It was rare for her mind not to show her visions of inescapable doom.

“002, report to the interview room. I repeat: 002, report to the interview room,” came a Doctor over the lab audio speaker

“Ughhhh,” Nori groaned as she pushed herself up on her bed, “screw you!”

Yeva turned and laughed, “[Seems like someone’s in trouble.]” she teased, “[Don’t suppose it had to do with some ‘dumb architect guy from the surface’?]”

“Y’know what? Screw you too, 048,” The violet-haired spitfire replied curtly, “It’s probably because of the scene I caused, storming out and all. That guy has nothing to do with it.”

“[Whatever you say, best friend.]”

Nori mentally cursed Yeva. She’d gone through all the trouble to convince the Doctors not to change her room number, and this is what she got in return.

It was embarrassing, but she couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s incessant teasing.

“Out I go. See ya soon, jerk.”

——

A week had passed, and Khan had yet to be contracted to go back to the Cabin Fever Labs. He grabbed his clipboard every day, flipping through the pages in hopes of finding it as his assignment. And every day, he was disappointed.

The man was miserable. But he didn’t feel it was justified.

“C’mon you big idiot,” he muttered to himself one morning when he woke up, “it was just some random girl. You barely even spoke.”

Khan swung his legs out of bed, and found his task for the day. He silently hoped it was good news, and then scolded himself for being so stupid.

“Great, office work, again.”

——

Nori sat before an array of pictures. One of two Doctors in the room came and cuffed her hands behind her. She resisted, trying to use the symbol to get him away from her, until the other stuck a magnet on her head to sedate her.

“No more… incidents.”

“Bite me! What do you asses want anyway?!”

“No need to get so feisty. It’s only inkblot testing today.”

That surprised her. Just inkblot testing? After all that? She calmed down momentarily, before her tranquility was replaced by an awful, gnawing gut feeling.

“O-okay,” she said with uncertainty, “let’s get this over with then, I guess.”

The first image was laid in front of her, “We want you to tell us the first word that comes to mind when you see each photo in the lineup.”


It looked like the symbol that her processor always showed her; the same one that appeared in her hand at will.

“Control.” She replied so quickly it scared her.

“Next.” One of the voices said. This time, it reminded her of one of the demons from her visions. A tall frame, pinched at the waist, wings that broke out of its back and stretched far into the sky, and a tail filled with some kind of fluid that seemed to glisten, even though the picture was in black-and-white.

“Doom.” Another immediate reaction.

The third one stumped her. For a moment, it looked like… her? No, not her. To the untrained eye, it may have seemed as such, but it wasn’t. Not quite.

“Shorter. No dress? Boots and leg warmers.” She mentally recited as she observed.

They looked like they had on a beanie… and were holding a gun?

And then Nori became 002 again as the visions flooded her processor.

——

“God forbid.” Khan muttered to himself as he perused the day’s paperwork. His office was a cluttered mess. He was a cluttered mess. Papers with scribbles and illegible writing were strewn on shelves, the floor, and connected to each other on the walls with red tweed.

All he wanted was to do something extraordinary. Something meaningful. He’d spent months trying to narrow his ideas down to a single project, but nothing spoke to him. And it wasn’t like the humans ever gave him a day off so he could actually think.

Plus, a certain someone had been occupying his mind lately.

She was all he could think about and he didn’t understand why. It wasn’t as if he was a monk, having never seen a woman before. He’d worked with much of the fairer sex in a professional capacity, so why was she any different?

His thoughts were interrupted by one of his superiors barging in.

“Khan,” they said, panting, “they need you back at Cabin Fever. Now.”

[cannibalcoyote]

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

You're a famous rock star being interviewed about the beginning of your career to the current (includes mentions of Mick Ronson, David Bowie, and Mick Jagger):

"Ma'am, can you tell us a little bit about when you first met David Bowie?" The question was so sudden that I could only scrunch my eyebrows at it. I expected David to be brought up sometime, but I didn't expect the first question to be about him.

"Sure, let's see.... I can't remember the exact date, but my dear friend - Mick Ronson - had called me up saying some band was interested in having us as guitar players. I was hesitant because I enjoyed my job as an architect, but something pushed me to go with him; we hopped on the next train to London and did the audition." I explain, tilting my head up at the memories resurfacing. Ronno had been unsure as well, but I'm glad we went.

"We heard it wasn't a pleasant experience? What happened?" They emphasize 'wasn't', clearly looking for some juicy gossip on Bowie, and who am I to disappoint.

"Well, David had accepted Mick but rejected me, and Ronno originally turned down the offer because of that. He didn't even tell me the truth, just grabbed me by the arm and lugged me as well as the guitars out of the building. I knew it hadn't gone well because he had this angry glare in his eyes, which is strange, because if you've ever met him, then you'd know he's rather sweet, and has a very discerning disposition.

I asked what was wrong and he just said that they didn't want us. I knew he was lying, but I didn't want to argue with him. We spent the rest of the time wandering around London sightseeing." I state, folding my hands up in my lap as I look at the interviewer. I don't like looking back to the '70s, a lot of stuff happened, and I fear what they will bring up.

"What happened after that?" The interviewer continues hastily digging, wanting more information. I guess this person isn't going to quit until they get the full story.

"We had stopped by a restaurant and were having lunch. Ronno was saying we should catch the train home after, but we were interrupted by David. I don't know how he found us, I just remember being shocked when he started begging Ronno to join his band. I was also a little confused, and I remember saying, 'I thought you didn't want us?'

To which David responded, 'No, I want him, I just don't want you.' That line had run through my head the following 3 years until I realized how lucky I was David didn't want me." I say the last few sentences in a softer voice, not liking to relive that particular memory.

"He said what?!" The interviewer over exaggerates their movements, getting the audience laughing just as they had hoped. I laugh a little too, David saying something so rude does seem rather uncharacteristic.

"Yah, I was rather astonished as well because the words left him in such a casual way, as if choosing what bread to buy at the market." I say, gently chuckling at the visual of David buying bread in such a critical way.

"What- How, how did Mick react to that." Their eyes widen, the crowd quiets down as they await my answer.

"Oh, he almost punched David! But I grabbed him and pulled him aside, asking why he lied and all that stuff." I respond, remembering the beautiful anger that he so desperately wanted to act on.

"I bet the last thing you wanted was for him to join David's band, right?" The interviewer asks the question humorously.

"That's... Wrong actually. He was vehemently against playing in a band without me, this is mainly due to the fact that ever since we were 12, we've always played together. But, I wanted him to take the opportunity, to show the world his ability, and to be able to be a confident player without me." I explain in a gentle voice, vaguely thinking of how self-conscious he was at the time when it came to him playing guitar.

"You seem to be a really supportive friend, (Y/N)." The tone of their voice turns genuine, the whole conversation losing the humorous quality that had been sustained.

"I try to be, the last thing I want is for people's failings or regrets to be because of me." I smile, my relieved guilt ebbing away as I think of where he and I are now.

"As well as being supportive, you also seem to be fairly protective, at least, that's what I got when Mick told us the story of you traumatizing his high school bully! With that in mind, how did you feel when you learned he was earning next to nothing during the tour?" The beginning of the sentence sent the interviewer and audience into a bit of a laugh, I laugh as well at the memory of scaring off Ronno's bully.

The laughter lightly quiets down to a more serious tone at the end discussion.

"I was appalled! I hated myself for a while because of that, because I pushed him into this situation where he was barely getting paid. Which was the opposite of what I thought would happen, especially after their popularity went through the roof!"I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I relived the shock; the ebbing guilt rushing forward tenfold.

"I heard you went to some extreme measures in order to help him out, what exactly did you do?" The interviewer goes on, the questions digging into lesser known information.

"Well, I joined any band I could, I would try and get hired by restaurants for live music during nights, and then during the day I had a job as a waitress as well as working part time as a lyricist." I explain, just saying that makes me remember how tiring my schedule was back then.

"Now that's a lot to juggle, and I'm sure you have some great stories from those days, but we have a specific story. What happened during one of your many tiring nights of live music?" They ask, this question is sort of a bore to me, one I'm frequently asked to retell.

"I had been band hopping at the time, and was hired for a gig when I didn't have a supportive group, so I improvised. I played my guitar and was singing live, but before that I had recorded the drums and rhythm guitar parts for the songs I was scheduled to play, so when I got up there I just started the recording and played along.

This was for a club where they wanted rock, so it was heavier playing. It was during my guitar solo I noticed someone in the crowd." I divulged, deciding to add in some information I had never shared before.

"Ooh, is this when you met the Rolling Stones?!" Someone screams out, the crowd and interviewer looking in shock before they all burst out laughing at the person's eagerness.

"Yes... but I technically only met Mick Jagger that night. I wasn't a big fan of the Rolling Stones at the time, but I did have an appreciation for their music. I was actually playing one of their songs at the time. Either way, it just surprised me to see him." I continued after we had all calmed down.

"I know you joined their band after that, but can you tell us what exactly went down?" I squint slightly at my interviewer's vernacular before deciding to just answer them.

"I don't think I can tell you all the details, I worry J might get embarrassed! But, I can tell you that he met me backstage after I was done and asked me if I was available tomorrow to meet him at a recording studio. It was the weekend the next day, so I said yes, he wrote down the address and time on a piece of paper, handed it to me, then said goodbye and walked away." I state in a jovial tone, Jagger is one of my favorite people to talk about, because he loves to call immediately after the interview and schedule a meet up. He's strange like that.

"Sounds strange? How did you feel after that?" They looked intrigued, clearly wanting me to divulge the information that I withheld.

"I was shocked. The next day I went and met him and his band mates, then they started playing a song together and asked me to improv. I had never heard the song before, so I just started watching their movements and playing off of that; by the end they asked if I was interested in joining their band, which I clearly said yes to." I exclaim, the interviewer's face looking shocked by what I just said.

"Wow, that all sounds like it went really fast?"

"Oh it was, we had only been playing for 20 minutes when they all stopped and asked me to join. I was going to say no because I needed to make enough money to send to Ronno, but when they mentioned how much I would make weekly I immediately accepted." I reply, chuckling as I remember my astonishment.

"I know after joining the Stones, your career skyrocketed, your solo albums have done well, and you write all your own songs?" They continue, motioning to my newest album sitting on their desk.

"Yes, my solo albums have done surprisingly well, and I write my own songs. I do accept and sing other songs sometimes, but I usually have a story told throughout my albums, and throwing in a random song messes that up." I explained.

"Did you and Mick Ronson keep in contact during this?" They question, looking at me in interest.

"Of course! In the beginning, Ronno and I called every week at the least, and we would send letters sometimes too!" I state ecstatically before calming myself down.

"How did that work? He was touring at the time right?" They ask in a befuddled way.

"Yes he was, but he would tell me the places he would be as well as the dates that he would be there, and I would do the same with him. It was a little complicated, but it was worth it." I reply, my hands waving as I mimic us writing letters.

"Honestly though, what would you send him that couldn't be said over the phone?" They ask after a few moments, laughing as their mind runs.

"Photos, drawings, songs, food-"

"Photos?" I can hear what they're implying, and I can't help but squint my face in disgust. The crowd's laughter magnified at my reaction.

"Stop thinking like that, you all have dirty minds! I would take pictures of me and the band, as well as the places around me. I loved drawing as well, so I would send him some, as well as some songs that I thought he would enjoy playing. Lastly, I knew he was getting food, but I knew it wasn't food he was used to, so I would bake him something, or buy him local snacks and ship them off to the correct address." I explain, describing the different things I would send him.

"Did he ask you to do any of this?"

"No, Ronno was never a complainer, he hated telling people his issues. I was usually the exception, but he prefers telling me in person as compared to over the phone or in a letter. He did enjoy them though, and he would send me songs and pictures as well. I remember him snapping a picture of his drummer scarfing down some cookies I made!" I jubilantly state, smirking as I remember that the picture is still hanging on my fridge.

"You sent him all these lovely things, what did he send you?"

"I never asked for anything more than a letter or a phone call, but he would send me these extravagant songs, asking me how I thought they sounded and if I liked them. He would also send me drawings - he's not really an artist, but he knows I love the little doodles he does randomly, so he started sending them to me." I grin, knowing Ronni will be embarrassed by me sharing this information.

"Was this an easier time in your life or would you consider it one of the more stressful?" Ah, here it comes, the questions I am most dreading.

"The fame and fortune made my financial issues about none, but socially I felt isolated. I had played in popular bands before, but never like this, I was only consistently around my band mates and the people that worked for them. I only really talked with Jagger and Keith, and then Keith randomly started hating me, so I was down to only talking to Jagger." I reply almost subconsciously, my mind wanting to distance itself from these memories.

"What about Ronson? I thought you said you had weekly phone calls and sent letters?" They ask in confusion.

"We did, but about 3 months into that, David started complaining to Ronno that he spent too much time talking to me, and that he was ignoring his band mates for someone he might never see again." The answer in a short tone, clearly still holding resentment for David's decision.

"David said that?" They say in shock.

"Yah, he said it straight to Ronno's face. We obviously didn't stop talking, we kept calling and messaging each other, but it lessened after that to about 1 call every 2 weeks. They became much longer phone calls though, he said that David was limiting his amount of calls, but stated that David couldn't limit his time, so we would end up talking through the entire night!" I smile on glee, our weak form of rebellion still makes my heart warm.

"We've talked about Ronson and his band mates reactions, but how did your bandmates react?" They continue, going down a different avenue.

"Well, everyone basically made fun of me and said we were in love. They told me to stop being so desperate because I was probably annoying Ronno, that remark actually made me start to overthink a lot. I started worrying that I was annoying him, and that he didn't like talking to me anymore. I think that's around the time I began to develop anxiety, I was already depressed, so that just added on to my plate." I responded before realizing I was over sharing on live TV.

"Did you tell Ronson about that? How did he react?" They gratefully kept moving right along, not leaving an awkward silence.

"Well, I never actually told him about that, I think this is the first time he's hearing this." I smile in discomfort, and an uncertain smile on my face.

"Really? You never spoke to him about any of this?" They ask in surprise, slightly taken aback.

"My anxiety had me thinking that saying a single word to him was annoying him, so no, I didn't just start talking about this to him. It was a really dark spot for me, the person to pull me through was Jagger actually. He noticed my extensive isolation, how I stopped eating around others, how I stopped talking. He really pulled through for me, which is probably why I'm still friends with him." I voice solemnly, deciding that I might as well be honest about the situation since there is no going back now.

"I know this is a heavy topic for you, I have some more questions, but if you're uncomfortable we can move on." Wish you had said that earlier, but oh well.

"Ask away, we can just skip the ones I'm uncomfortable with." I smile in response.

"Alright, what did Mick do? Did he just pull you aside and talk to you?"

"No actually, he wrote a song and asked if I would listen to it." I responded.

"What?" Perhaps I should rephrase my vague response.

"That's honestly what he did. But he wrote a song with true meaning, it was rather dark, and it actually made me cry and begin to hyperventilate. We were alone, so he just rushed over and helped calm me down; he didn't ask me any questions until I had completely relaxed." I explained honestly.

"What did he say exactly?" They continue.

"He just apologized, asking if I wanted to talk. I said no at first, but then he asked why I've been distancing myself from him and the band, why all the songs I was writing were either dark or sad.

I told him the truth, that I was depressed, that I felt so intensely alone, and that I could no longer talk to Ronno because I was probably annoying him." An uncomfortable shiver ran up my spine, reliving those memories makes me feel nauseous.

"How did he react to that? I can't really picture him being the best at giving advice and comfort." She smiles in a joking way, attempting to lighten the conversation.

"He was lovely, he hugged me like a giant teddy bear and told me that he would help me through this. We talked for a while, he asked me why I thought I was annoying Ronno, and I told him what the band had said to me." I answer, feeling a small smile appear at the memory of Mick comforting me.

"What did he say to that?"

"He told me that they were a bunch of single idiots who were jealous, and that I shouldn't ruin a meaningful relationship with my best friend by believing the words of immature drug addicts." I respond, barely withholding my laughter as I watch everyone's reaction.

"He said that?!" They nearly yell, everyone laughing at my answer.

"Yes, and the next day he told them all off for belittling me. During our talk he spoke to me about my isolation, I explained that I did that when I was sad or feeling out of place, and he asked what he could do to make me feel like a part of the team. He honestly made me cry a couple of times from how caring he was. Then he started talking about heavier subjects, such as why I wasn't eating during lunch breaks, why I never accepted snacks, and why I was noticeably losing weight." I state, realizing that I was now broaching the subject of my eating disorder.

"That must've been tough." They state seriously.

"It was, I realized at that moment, how much I missed Ronno. I asked Jagger if he wanted me to leave the band since I was such a problem, but he told me to stop being an idiot. The next day I was given a few sheepish apologies from my band mates, and Jagger became a very prominent person in my life from that day on." I explained.

"That's good. So Mick Jagger stepping up to help you must've put him pretty high on your list of friends right?"

"Yes, I only realized how much he was doing for me when he barged into my room during a depressive episode and all but shoved the phone into my hand. I distinctly remember him telling me not to come out until tomorrow morning. When I held the phone up, he had actually dialed up Ronno, who sounded very tired and confused, as well as concerned." I smile, these are the memories that I hold onto dearly.

"Really? How did he know what number to call?"

"I assume he went snooping around my desk, in one of my drawers was a paper with dates, addresses, and numbers. It was one of the sweetest things anybody had ever done for me." The look on my face was genuine, that was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

"I know you two are still good friends, but was there ever the possibility of anything more?" Oh boy, I hate it when they try to talk about this subject.

"I did find him to be attractive if that's what you're asking, but I was never in love with him. He did ask me out on a date and I had said yes, the date was lovely, but we got caught in a crowd of fans and he was like how he normally is. It made me remember how many groupies I'd seen leaving his room, and how many women I've seen smothered over him at all times, and it scared me away from ever allowing myself to love him." I reply sincerely.

"Could there have been something? If you hadn't cut it off?" They continue to push the topic.

"There could've been something eventually - from the despondent look on his face when I said I didn't want a relationship, I think he wanted us to become something more. I don't regret what I did, I like the friendship I have with him, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it with his promiscuity and my need for loyalty. We've moved on though, I kind of see him as the older brother I never had." I reply, explaining my reasoning and the aftermath.

"Well, since that ship has definitely sunk, what about Ronson? Was there ever anything there?" They just won't give up will they?

"No... Well, there was one time in high school when we thought we should try dating, but that was spurred on by our teenage inability to understand that we loved each other, but not in that way. We realized that that wasn't us when we tried to act like a couple and both noticed that it felt forced. Ever since then we've been best friends." I state.

"Gosh, you're shooting down all of the fan favorites. Are you interested in anyone? Anyone at all?" They sound slightly exasperated, maybe I should throw them a bone.

"Hmmm... Maybe." I smile, a mischievous glint surely in my eye.

"What do you mean maybe? You can't leave the fans hanging like that!" I can tell that I have their genuine attention now.

"Well, ever since David and I have become friends, I've been... slightly interested in him." I say, jumping straight into the deep end.

"..." The silence could almost be described as palpable, it almost makes me want to laugh at how everyone is stunned into silence.

"Well, don't just stare at me." I laugh lightly.

"... I'm sorry, just processing. Does David know this?" They ask in hurried confusion.

"Well, if he's watching like he said he would, then he knows now." I laughed once again, but this time it had an air of uncertainty to it.

"Don't tell me you just confessed over live TV, in an interview no less!" They say in shock, looking at me with wide eyes.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate!" Their response makes me shiver in discomfort at that possibility, but I respond in humor.

"Then I die of embarrassment, cut all ties, and become a hermit!" I state loudly.

"Oh don't do that Y/N! Only healthy reactions are allowed on this show." The crowd laughs lightly at our convo.

I'm about to respond, but my Motorola starts ringing in my bag. I look to the interviewer before quickly digging through my bag and pulling out the phone. I sheepishly glance at it, the audience having fallen silent at the interruption.

"Is it alright if I answer this? It might be important." I state, I know this sounds bad, but it could actually be important since I left my home and animals under the care of my neighbor.

"Of course, but you owe us one more question before you leave then." They respond, holding out their hand.

"Deal!" I agree, shaking their hand quickly.

"Hello, this is Y/N." I state in a professional tone, getting a funny look from the interviewer at my seriousness.

"Y/N darling!" I am thrown off by the happy and familiar tone.

"...David?!" I state in slight confusion, everyone seeming to lean in closer.

"...Yes?" He responds in the same tone, making fun of the way I responded.

"Why are you calling me? I'm in an interview." I explain, swiftly going back to my professional tone.

"Yes well, when someone confesses they are interested in dating you, I thought the first thing one should do is accept." He responds in a joking yet serious tone.

I'm silent for a few moments in surprise, did David just say he wants to date me too?

"Well, don't leave me without a response darling... Will you go on a date with me?" His serious and self assured tone dwindled slightly, I can hear his uncertainty.

"Yes." My response was short, it was rushed and all I could muster with my amount of shock.

"Good, I'll pick you up after the interview, so I'll see you in a few minutes." He stated before hanging up.

I can't contain the overjoyed smile that spreads across my face, most certainly accompanied by a warm blush. The audience snickers as I clumsily put my phone away, then they start laughing as the interviewer stares at me with a smug grin.

"Who was that?" They ask tauntingly.

"Ohhh... no one." I try to brush it off, but I know no one is believing.

"Really! Does this no one happen to be named David Bowie?" They continue.

I avert my eyes in embarrassment, the audience laughing even louder as I sheepishly nod my head.

[chillychive]

Having so much brain rot abt teacher Mumscarian so I’m gonna throw it at you lovely citizens of the inter webs:

- Grian is the part time art teacher who subs a lot at the school.

- Mumbo is the tech teacher who everyone is a little afraid of before they get to know him and realize he’s just a tall, intimidating goofball.

- Scar is an architect who is known for 2 things: Amazing architecture and his cat who he manages to mention in every single conversation regardless of topic. You could be talking to him about geothermal heating and he’d find a way to work in Jellie in something that made complete sense in the moment but was utterly bewildering upon reflection.

I accidentally wrote a fic, so here you go!:

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Grian sighed, heading to the main office to check his mailbox after a long day. He passed his sister, Pearl’s desk, on the way and paused.

It was utterly wrecked, piles and piles of papers decorating it. She was so stressed out at dinner last night…

He sat down. She could owe him for this one. He sorted through the papers, finishing the easy ones and making neat piles of the rest.

It was nearly 9 now, he was going to be late for dinner, but he knew Mumbo was finishing up some work- a student had wrecked their project in the rain by accident so he was painstakingly assembling a replica for them so they didn’t fail the class- so he wouldn’t be home for a while, either.

Mumbo’s love for his students was a big part of what Grian loved about him- it was hardly the first time Mumbo had gone far, far out of his way to help one of them- once he actually drove all the way to a student’s house to talk them through a project that would make or break their grade after they called him crying.

Partially to distract himself and partially to annoy Mumbo, Grian pressed the button on the intercom. Everyone would be out of the building by now, so he wasn’t worried about annoying anyone.

“Main office to Mumbo Jumbo, how are you, dearest?”

It only took a couple seconds for Mumbo’s reply. “Grian?! How-“ Grian could hear Mumbo’s smile in his voice, “You almost made me drop the whole project! I’d have to start from scratch!”

Grian laughed. “Sorry…”

“No you’re not.”

“Nope!” Grian grinned into the mic, squinting at the page in front of him. “Did you go to the assembly today?”

“Yep… had to go to the first one and the third.”

“The presenter was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “Seriously, the man was way too attractive for his own good.”

“And his cat was the cutest.”

“No, the cutest was how much he loved her.”

Grian grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. And his eyes, too.”

“What about them? I wasn’t close enough to see.”

“They were like this really vibrant shade of green- I’ve literally never seen someone with that color eyes before- and it perfectly complemented his suit too- I wondered about the maroon until I saw his eyes…”

Grian slowed his ramble, and Mumbo clearly noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Anyway, yeah, he was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “I’m nearly done here, but I have a lot of clean up to do, so I’m gonna go for a bit.”

“Okay! I’m just tidying in the office, so I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Love you, Gri.” Mumbo said over the intercom, and Grian grinned, turning it off with a quick “Love you too.”

—-

Grian had finished cleaning Pearl’s desk and had moved on to his own papers when he was interrupted by the door opening.

“Ready to head home, babe?” He asked, not looking up.

Someone cleared their throat. “Sorry, just wanted to let you know I’m leaving…”

Well that definitely wasn’t Mumbo. Grian looked up.

“Oh.” His face was definitely burning. “I- sorry, can I help you?”

The man in front of him- a taller guy in a wheelchair, wearing a maroon suit with a cat snuggled into his lap. Grian drew his eyes up to his face, which was currently doing it’s best to color match the suit, to meet those startling green eyes.

“I’m Scar.” The man offered, rolling toward the desk. “Do I need to sign anything or can I just go?”

Scar’s voice was smooth, but his red face betrayed how flustered he was.

“Nope!” Grian squeaked.

“Hear that, Jellie? Time to go.”

Grian watched Scar’s rapidly retreating chair, cursing his bravery for what he was about to do. “Wait! There is something I need you to sign.”

Scar’s head turned quickly. In moments, he was in front of the desk again. Grian shoved the paper he had just written at him.

Scar read it, eyebrows raised. “This is a… non-disclosure agreement?”

“So you don’t tell everyone about what you overheard.” Grian explained, blushing.

Scar’s face stretched into a classic salesman smile. “Oh, but what if I want to tell someone?” He rolled closer. “I can think of a few things I’d like to say.”

Grian, stupidly, raised his chin at this. “Oh yeah?”

“How about, ‘Are you single?’” Scar asked, equally confident.

Grian frowned, pretending to ponder the question. He leaned forward, face inches from Scar’s. “I suppose that wouldn’t be a breach of contract…”

“Perfect.” Scar breathed. Grian started to lean in. Scar sat back in his chair, teasingly. “And what about the other fine fellow on the line? Would it be imprudent to ask about him as well?”

“Oh, not at all!” Grian grinned, sitting back in his seat. “In fact, I could call him right now, see if he has any objections to our little contract.”

“I think that would be quite appropriate.”

Grian turned on the intercom. “Mumbo Jumbo to the main office?” He turned it off again, leaving no room for Mumbo to protest.

“And now, would it be a breach of contract to suggest, say, dinner?” Scar asked, eyes gleaming.

“Actually, Mumbo and I are going for dinner soon… any objections to Thai?”

“That sounds amay-zing!”

It was that moment that Mumbo walked into the main office, tugging a backpack on wheels behind him. Mumbo stopped in the doorway seeing Scar. Behind Scar’s back, he mouthed to Grian “He’s been here the whole time?!”

“Ready to go?” Grian replied, standing and gathering his things. “We have a date.”

“Sorry, what?”

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[kanmom51]

JM FACE playlist

Go watch!!

The album is the bomb and he's so friggin cute.

Did I mention yet today what a bloody genius this man is?

Nope? Not yet?

Well here it comes.

This man is a bloody genius.

There is so much folded into these 16 minutes more or less of listening to his amazing album and watching the video, all without one word spoken (I'm REALLY trying hard here not to use profanities here, really hard).

Let's start with Philip Johnson shall we?

Who is Philip Johnson you ask...

Only one of the most prominent architects of the last century, a closeted gay man, the creator of the glass House.

Did I hear somebody say glass closet? Yes?

Well, I want to tell you where JMs genius comes into play here.

The first room he's in, while playing the first track - Face Off is a bedroom.

Well, obviously a piece of art on the wall of a beach.

Mirror placed by the bed, reflection in the mirror:

A little hard to tell from that angle, clearly a piece of art, obscure at this point, but mirrored in his bedroom.

Then in track 5 - Set me free, he moves into the final room, where said piece of art is proudly hung on the wall, and visible for all to see.

The transformation from something that is seen in the mirror, obscure, hard to notice, also mirrored, so in a way being the opposite of the actual picture (his true self?), which is finally shown in Set me free.

He's a fucking genius.

Sorry. I said I won't be swearing, but shit, the more I think about this, this is so clever.

Other things I noticed:

A lot of black and white motif going on throughout the video:

Do we notice something there peeps?

Hint: A certain object in black and white...

Then we have him in the room for Like crazy

First album is Please please me - Beatles (wasn't that the album we thought we saw on his shelf at home in the Hobi clip? The one that was gone in the Yoongi one?).

Includes Love love me do, you know I love you, I'll always be true, so pleeeeeeeease, love me do....oh love me do. 🤣 

I'm not 100% but I think I also noticed the MJ record that was also on the shelf above the TV in the hobi clip...could be wrong.

Also we have this album, this was the one that is separated from the others:

The album that also contains this song, these lyrics:

The lyrics that are tattooed onto one Mr. Jeon Jungkook's arm:

Oh, and there's this too:

Every little detail is thought out with him.

I'm sure there is more that I haven't noticed. Stuff that may require the help of some eagle eyed fans.

If more comes up, I will share it here.

[disaster-priestress-sumire]

One of the main themes of The Count of Monte Cristo is the balance between Justice and Vengeance, keeping things under control. He happens to doubt, and he thinks, but he does not lose himself in the vengeance.

"And now," said the unknown, "farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been Heaven’s substitute to recompense the good—now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!"

– Chapter 30: The Fifth of September

The count bowed, and contented himself with seeing Villefort to the door of his cabinet, the procureur being escorted to his carriage by two footmen, who, on a signal from their master, followed him with every mark of attention. When he had gone, Monte Cristo breathed a profound sigh, and said: "Enough of this poison, let me now seek the antidote." Then sounding his bell, he said to Ali, who entered: "I am going to madame’s chamber—have the carriage ready at one o’clock."

– Chapter 48: Ideology

"What have I to fear, except from you?" "If you reach your home safely, leave Paris, leave France, and wherever you may be, so long as you conduct yourself well, I will send you a small annuity; for, if you return home safely, then—" "Then?" asked Caderousse, shuddering. "Then I shall believe God has forgiven you, and I will forgive you too."

– Chapter 82: The Burglary

"Oh, enough of this,—enough of this," he cried; “let me save the last."

– Chapter 111: Expiation

The count departed with a sad heart from the house in which he had left Mercédès, probably never to behold her again. Since the death of little Edward a great change had taken place in Monte Cristo. Having reached the summit of his vengeance by a long and tortuous path, he saw an abyss of doubt yawning before him. More than this, the conversation which had just taken place between Mercédès and himself had awakened so many recollections in his heart that he felt it necessary to combat with them. A man of the count’s temperament could not long indulge in that melancholy which can exist in common minds, but which destroys superior ones. He thought he must have made an error in his calculations if he now found cause to blame himself. "I cannot have deceived myself," he said; "I must look upon the past in a false light. What!" he continued, "can I have been following a false path?—can the end which I proposed be a mistaken end?—can one hour have sufficed to prove to an architect that the work upon which he founded all his hopes was an impossible, if not a sacrilegious, undertaking? I cannot reconcile myself to this idea—it would madden me. The reason why I am now dissatisfied is that I have not a clear appreciation of the past. The past, like the country through which we walk, becomes indistinct as we advance. My position is like that of a person wounded in a dream; he feels the wound, though he cannot recollect when he received it."

– Chapter 113: The Past

The count breathed with difficulty; the cold drops ran down his forehead, and his heart was full of anguish. "No," he muttered, "the doubt I felt was but the commencement of forgetfulness; but here the wound reopens, and the heart again thirsts for vengeance."

– Chapter 113: The Past

"Yes," he said, "there is the stone upon which I used to sit; there is the impression made by my shoulders on the wall; there is the mark of my blood made when one day I dashed my head against the wall. Oh, those figures, how well I remember them! I made them one day to calculate the age of my father, that I might know whether I should find him still living, and that of Mercédès, to know if I should find her still free. After finishing that calculation, I had a minute’s hope. I did not reckon upon hunger and infidelity!" and a bitter laugh escaped the count. He saw in fancy the burial of his father, and the marriage of Mercédès. On the other side of the dungeon he perceived an inscription, the white letters of which were still visible on the green wall: "‘Oh, God!’" he read, "‘preserve my memory!’" "Oh, yes," he cried, "that was my only prayer at last; I no longer begged for liberty, but memory; I dreaded to become mad and forgetful. Oh, God, thou hast preserved my memory; I thank thee, I thank thee!"

– Chapter 113: The Past

"Oh, second father," he exclaimed, "thou who hast given me liberty, knowledge, riches; thou who, like beings of a superior order to ourselves, couldst understand the science of good and evil; if in the depths of the tomb there still remain something within us which can respond to the voice of those who are left on earth; if after death the soul ever revisit the places where we have lived and suffered,—then, noble heart, sublime soul, then I conjure thee by the paternal love thou didst bear me, by the filial obedience I vowed to thee, grant me some sign, some revelation! Remove from me the remains of doubt, which, if it change not to conviction, must become remorse!" The count bowed his head, and clasped his hands together. "Here, sir," said a voice behind him. Monte Cristo shuddered, and arose. The concierge held out the strips of cloth upon which the Abbé Faria had spread the riches of his mind. The manuscript was the great work by the Abbé Faria upon the kingdoms of Italy. The count seized it hastily, his eyes immediately fell upon the epigraph, and he read: "Thou shalt tear out the dragons’ teeth, and shall trample the lions under foot, saith the Lord."

– Chapter 113: The Past

"Do you repent?" asked a deep, solemn voice, which caused Danglars’ hair to stand on end. His feeble eyes endeavored to distinguish objects, and behind the bandit he saw a man enveloped in a cloak, half lost in the shadow of a stone column. "Of what must I repent?" stammered Danglars. "Of the evil you have done," said the voice. "Oh, yes; oh, yes, I do indeed repent." And he struck his breast with his emaciated fist. "Then I forgive you,” said the man, dropping his cloak, and advancing to the light. "The Count of Monte Cristo!" said Danglars, more pale from terror than he had been just before from hunger and misery. "You are mistaken—I am not the Count of Monte Cristo." "Then who are you?" "I am he whom you sold and dishonored—I am he whose betrothed you prostituted—I am he upon whom you trampled that you might raise yourself to fortune—I am he whose father you condemned to die of hunger—I am he whom you also condemned to starvation, and who yet forgives you, because he hopes to be forgiven—I am Edmond Dantès!"

– Chapter 116: The Pardon

[whataboutsimple]

Successor of the Order Of The Stone.

Idk idc abt the mistakes or whatever. I promised once to post one shot that I had abt Gabriel being a baby, so here ya go

︎ «Come on little one, a spoon for paaapa, a spoon for maaama» — still so young Architect made futile attempts to feed the charming baby whom he and his friends found after the Great Fire in the North of the Mainland.

︎ «Aahah, if by 'papa' you mean yourself, then it's not a surprise lil one won't eat. I wouldn't want such a father either.» — Griefer began, simultaneously taking a can of coffee from the top shelf — «If to have a dad, than someone like me, right?» — putting a can of coffee on the table, the Rogue bent over the baby, starting to make funny faces, from which Gabriel laughed joyfully, glowing like a ray of sunshine.

︎ «I assure you, you are the last person in this room who is suitable for the role of a father.» — muttered the Potion Master, slowly entering the kitchen. The sleepless nights spent making potions were clearly not good for him.

︎ «Oh, come on, who else? This mumbling mess? Or maybe even you? Yeah, if you were my father, I would have rushed from the roof a long time ago.» — suddenly Griefer turned an angry look at the Potion Maker, while gently holding the baby by the hand that clung to him for no reason.

︎ «Mmm, yeah? It's strange, last night you weren't afraid to call me 'daddy'» — hmm, well, maybe Ivor didn't get enough sleep not because of the potions.

︎ Magnus sucked in a lungful of air, blushing horribly and throwing daggers at the dark-haired man with just one look. The Architect only chuckled softly, continuing to try to persuade little Gabriel to eat.

︎ «You're all just a bunch of dummies without parental skills» — almost following the Potion Master, Engineer also entered the kitchen, quickly passing by the man and trying to brew herself coffee that Magnus had previously left — «By the way, I would advise you to spread somethin' healing on your back. That big blond kid marked it all over.» — a teasing grin spread across the woman's lips.

︎ «Oh my NOTCH! Maybe that's enough already?!» — with a face almost as red as the redstone block, the Rogue sat down next to the baby with displeasure, covering the face with his hands. Little Gabriel carefully wrapped his arms around the elder's hand, eventually completely refusing to eat. The pain on Soren's face simply cannot be expressed in words.

︎ «Yeah, yeah. While you were figuring out who's whose daddy, I walked through the nearest villages around the fire site» — Ellie pulled out a bottle of baby formula from her inventory, went up to Gabriel and handed it to him, to which the child happily giggled and began to devour the food — «So I have two pieces of news: good and bad.»

︎ Soren, who wasn't even listening to what the Engineer was saying, just looked at the child with disbelief, not understanding why HIS food didn't please him and why all of a sudden he accepted everything perfectly from Ellegaard? It hurts, Gabriel. It really, really hurts.

︎ «The bad one first,» — said the Potion Master, finally starting to make coffee for the others. At least someone started it.

︎ «In general, I didn't find his parents. Even if there were some refugees from the fire in the villages, no one recognized him as their child. So either the parents have gone somewhere even further and we will have to expand the search, or they... well.. Ahem, they died.» — at the same moment, Ellie awkwardly looked away, scratching her head. She remembered perfectly well that Ivor's brother is dead, and she really hoped that this would not cause him to have a share of memories.

︎ «And what's a good one then?» — Potion Master was distracted from making coffee for a second, glancing at the Engineer.

︎ «Orphanage in Newriver has agreed to take him in if we won't find his parents!» — the woman sighed with relief, knowing that the baby will have someone to take care of him.

︎ This news immediately attracted the attention of not only Ivor, but also Soren and Magnus.

︎ «Uhm.. well, why would he go to an orphanage? He has us! We can take care of him, right, little one?» — like Soren's previous attempts at contact, this one was ignored by the child.

︎ «He says the truth, why does he need some kind of shelter there if he can stay with us?» — Magnus somehow looked at the woman unkindly, starting to bite his pale lips.

︎ «Notch, guys, do you understand, we wanted to be heroes, not babysitters for some child! We just won't have time to keep an eye on him! Besides, hardly any of us are educated enough to be a good parent. For the sake of a Earth, Ivor, at least you tell them.» — Ellie looked at her younger friend with pleading eyes.

︎ «Ellegaard.. think yourself, firstly he lost his parents, now us? He just got attached and if we leave him now, it can cause a huge trauma.» — the Potion Master sighed awkwardly, looking away from the Architect and the Griefer with an embarrassed look. Maybe, just maybe, he got attached to the kid too.

︎ «My God, guys, think about it! If we're stuck on adventures for weeks, who's going to keep an eye on the boy? Not to mention his upbringing.» — the Engineer raised her hands in displeasure, trying to somehow reason with her friends.

︎ «C'mon, Ell, we can have shifts or whatever. As a last resort: we're heroes, we have a lot of different jewelry, can't we afford to hire a babysitter for a couple of days? In addition,» — suddenly the Architect stood up, taking the baby in his arms and quickly bringing him to the woman — «Just look at him.»

︎ As if on command, the child depicted one of his sweetest puppy looks, and not only that, the Architect looked at Ellie on his own, as if a very upset puppy.

︎ Still, it's unclear whose look convinced her more: the boy's or a friend's, but one thing is known for sure - she couldn't resist it — «Oh my God, fine, fine! We're having him! But at puberty, don't even dare to ask me for help, figure it out yourself!»

︎ «Aaw, lil Ellie looooves him~» — Magnus made his most loving little face, trying to mock the Engineer. Ivor rolled his eyes and turned away, trying to hide the slight grin of joy that threatened to appear on his lips.

︎ The architect smiled with all his teeth, already imagining how he would teach the Young Hero to built. Just think! After all, the boy can officially become their legal successor and continue the work of the entire Order of the Stone! How exciting.

︎ «Magnus, I swear, one more word from you and this delicious coffee Ivor made will end up in your pants.» — she hissed angrily, feeling her face getting hot.

︎︎ That's how the story of the Gabriel the Warrior, successor of the Order of the Stone, began.

[italeean]

A stick(L)y situation

Kaveh invites Cyno and Tighnari to his place after the delicious lunch at Pardis Dhyai... better yet, he invites them to Alhaitham's place

A/N: Hellooo!! How're you doing? 🥰 Just as I promised, the fic is coming out today and I hope it's as awesome as the characters I got to write for!! This is a request for one of those followers that was here from day 1 and has always supported my writing and has encouraged me during the times in which I lacked inspiration 🌸 Non ci sono parole per dirti quanto apprezzo il tuo sostegno 💚🤍❤️ (there are no words to tell you how much I appreciate your support)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"I still don't understand what this is all about..." Alhaitham mumbled as he prepared his Sabz Meat Stew with such a grumpy expression that the bad mood could be felt in the whole kitchen. "I told you already!" Kaveh's voice resonated louder than necessary "Cyno and Tighnari invited us to celebrate Collei's academic progress, it's nice to invite them back."

"Oh so invited them to MY place without telling me about it until two hours before their arrjval?" The Acting Grand Sage said with such a sharp sarcasm that could've cut through titanium. "Well... I knew you'd say no... and I live here too, so it's kinda our place now! Even if no one knows I actually live here... b-but I'm older anyway so you gotta listen to your senior..!"

The younger man let out a dry laugh at Kaveh's nervous tone. If that was meant to be authoritative, he couldn't imagine how he handled nasty clients. "I suppose it's too late to cancel the invitation anyway, so you better finish that Fatteh quickly and set up the table. What are you even doing? It's food, not a model of your buildings."

"Ugh you..! Cooking is a form of art, and the presentation is essential when you serve something to a guest!" The blonde exclaimed with such indignation that one would've thought Alhaitham had just said something blasphemous. "Whatever... food is supposed to be digested and decomposed, I don't see why the effort should be worth it..."

A knock interrupted the philosophical debate about how the food should be served. Kaveh quickly fixed his hair and went to the door. "Welcome guys! Alhaitham was so nice to offer his own place to have this dinner!" He exclaimed with such a rigid tone that Alhaitham internally facepalmed.

A great way to not let them understand that the two of them were roomies...

Fortunately, the Archons were on the architect's side and he managed to quickly change topic. "Oh? Where's Collei?" Tighnari sighed "A friend of her had invited her to Mondstadt to celebrate her progress some time ago and she forgot to tell us... but she made some Pita Pockets for us to make us forgive her." The fennec fox handed a cute package full of Pita Pockets made like only Collei was able to do.

"Oh well... that's a shame, but I'm glad she got the opportunity to travel again and that she made such a nice and caring friend!" Kaveh said cheerfully. "Oh yeah, that Sucrose girl seems really nice, although she's a little shy... actually really shy..." the dark-haired guy added.

"That probably makes her the perfect match for Collei though..." Cyno thought out loud, "although her deck is no match for Collei's one... for example, have you seen how she deploys..." After ten minutes of rambling, Tighnari managed to stop the long haired guy's monolog about the smartest way to play TCG.

"Anyway," Kaveh continued "celebrating Collei's progress without Collei doesn't make much sense... so we should totally make another dinner! I'm sure Alhaitham would be delighted to have us here again to bring life to this place!"

Alhaitham sighed, already annoyed by all that noise and all that chattering. He breathed deeply and tried to put on his usual poker face. It was just a dinner after all... a couple of hours and they'd be gone...

Four hours had passed, it was 11 pm, and a very grumpy Alhaitham was sitting on his couch witnessing the match between Kaveh and Cyno to decide the TCG champion.

Kaveh was destroyed in three quick rounds, which made the Scribe let out the first chuckle of that evening. The older student, on the other hand, pouted at that humiliation. In his defense, Cyno had brought a special liquor from the Desert and he had gone a little overboard with drinking, so he wasn't exactly in top shape when he dueled against the King of Invokations.

"Shut up Alhaitham! This isn't funny..! I just had bad cards and bad luck with the dices..!" The blonde tried to justify himself, although that didn't affect the smug smile that was adorning Cyno's face. "Please, even a Sumpter Beast would've played a better match..." the silver-haired man replied without hesitation. Even Tighnari had to chuckle at that comparison, the idea of a blond and fancy Sumpter Beast sounded hilarious.

Kaveh became red in the face and squinted his eyes at his (secret) roommate. He was just a little tipsy, so he was sober enough to have control over his thoughts, actions and movements. "You wanna laugh, you brat? I'll give you something to laugh about!!" His hands found the Scribe's hips and they squeezed roughly and mercilessly.

Tighnari and Cyno looked at the scene with a dumbfounded expression while Alhaitham kicked the air with his legs, doing his best to hold back his laughter.

"You didn't even smile throughout the whole dinner and the first laugh you have is at your senior?? This will teach you some manners!" The blonde gestured his friends to join him, and surprisingly they looked at each other and actually did.

"Yeah, you absolutely need to laugh more. It's good for your health, you know?" The fennec fox grinned as his hands latched on the Acting Grand Sage's knees and squeezed gently but firmly.

"Well..." Cyno's voice behind him made Alhaitham jump, "it seems like you're in a rather... stickly situation..." Everyone sighed... better yet, Alhaitham would have if he hadn't been busy holding back his laughter. "Do you get it? People usually say 'you're in a sticky situation' so I put the word 'sticky' and 'tickly' together"

After the lack of reaction, Cyno gave up on explaining his joke and let his wiggling fingers descend on his friend's neck. A snort came out of the Acting Grand Sage's mouth, although he didn't really have the composure of an Acting Grand Sage in that moment, and the dam finally broke.

Low pitched giggles came out in a stream as the poor Scribe squirmed and tried in vain to get away from the six evil hands that were gently and playfully tormenting him. "Thihihis ihihis childihihihish!!" He whined between his giggles, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"That's what you get for laughing at your senior!" Kaveh yelled proudly while he poked all over his poor roommate's torso. Tighnari chuckled "I wonder what happens if I get behind here..." His nimble fingers sneaked behind his knees and scribbled relentlessly, making the silver-haired man go into another fit of cackles.

"Thihihis ihis thehe lahahahast timehe Ihihi invihihite yohohou herehehe!!" Everyone let out a fake gasp "You don't mean it..!" The architect exclaimed, now fully in his drama queen mode, "I didn't wanna do this, but you left me no choice. Behold my final ace up my sleeve guys!!"

After that probably ridiculous battle scream, probably dictated by the liquor, Kaveh sneaked his hands behind his roommate's back, targeting the back of his ribs. The shriek that left Alhaitham's lips didn't even sound like it could come from him, but Tighnari and Cyno quickly recovered from the surprise and followed the blonde's lead.

With six hands all targeting his most sensitive spot, it took less than a minute to make Alhaitham's body go limp. His laughter got completely silent and even a tear formed in the corner of his eye. The three friends took it as their signal to stop, which they did.

After the young Scribe recovered from the merciless tickle attack and the embarrassment, Kaveh looked at him smugly once more and said in a proud tone "Now that you got something better to laugh about than your senior, wanna play another round of TCG?"

Cyno immediately agreed, and he quickly convinced Tighnari with a pair of wide puppy dog eyes, and Alhaitham ended up joining too.

Although he'd never say it out loud, he was sure he'd invite the guys and Collei one more time for a nice dinner and a night of genuine, lighthearted fun.