#unless i messed something up! a + turned into a - by accident somewhere in the middle of the equation
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i-havenothingelsetopost · 2 months ago
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genuine question, do you like maths?? i have a vague feeling i saw your post of tags or something that said something about it but i cannot figure out if it was in fact you or if it was even positive ahahah
Yeah that was me! I don't go looking for math problems, but when I happen to do them, I tend to enjoy it. Wasn't always this way — elementary school math was about speed and memorization and I hated that — but I had a really good teacher in upper secondary school, and it became about creative problem solving. It feels the same as writing a poem in meter or managing to untangle a really bad knot in a ball of yarn.
#i can't do math in my head or memorize formulas#and i'm not precise‚ which is bad for questions that are only numbers. like. 5+6=? type of stuff#because if all you need to is write the final answer‚ then if that answer is wrong‚ youve failed. don't get the points for the exam question#but! upper secondary school math! my beloved! (specifically lyhyt matikka‚ idk what pitkä is like)#there's a book that has all the formulas in it and you can use it and look them up even during exams. no memorization#it doesn't explain *how* the formulas are used but still#and there was more time than there ever was in my previous schools. and finishing fast did not mean you were better. i could take my time#and there were so many... worded questions? like instead of pure numbers they present the problem to you in words. phrases. prose#here is a situation. solve it#and you get to choose HOW to solve it#sometimes i could not remember how a formula worked‚ or hadn't quite figured out a recently taught technique yet#and i just. figured out a different way to solve the problem#can't remember the answer to 5x8? let's count 5+5+5+5+5+5+5+5 instead#38/7? lets draw 38 little balls in the margin and separate them into groups of 7 and see how many there are and how many strays get left out#like that but applied to lots of stuff#and it was enougj! it was fine! it was a valid way to solve it! i got the right answer!#unless i messed something up! a + turned into a - by accident somewhere in the middle of the equation#but! part of this level of math was that it was encouraged to write our whole thought process down#and i‚ unable to do it off the paper anyway#i wrote down ALL OF IT#and the teacher saw where i went wrong and that it was little precision things but that i had the techniques down and#i still got most of the points for those questions instead of losing everything because of an incorrect number at the end#these differences have meant everything#math is puzzles. puzzles can be fun#some of my first memories of math class are of me sobbing under my desk#i cried a few tears in all my matriculation exams too‚ even for my favourite subjects. but not math#one of the most important questions was a geometry one. i shine in that area#i grinned doing it
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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months ago
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aaa ok hear me out on this. So I'm pretty sure you've mentioned that darling is one of Damians go-to petnames for his s/o. What about a little thing where his s/o normally will call him by his name but they end up calling him darling by accident? My english is terrible so sorry if this doesn't make much sense 😭
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‘Where could it be.’ Damian muttered to himself as he practically tore his bedroom apart with his bare hands. ‘The stupid thing couldn’t have gotten that far.’
Damian had lost where he had placed his art pencils and couldn’t quite recall where he left them either, which was unlike him as he always had excellent recollection in the whereabouts of his and others belongings. Today however it seemed as though no matter how hard he racked his brain, Damian just couldn’t remember where he last left those stupid -yet expensive- set of charcoal pencils.
‘Tt, this is getting ridiculous now,’ Damian said to himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow that had accumulated from searching high and low for art supplies, ‘it’s not as if they could’ve grown legs and walked off somewhere.’ It wasn’t until that moment did Damian realise that you had came back from your trip to the kitchen for a snack as you stood in the doorway of his room, looking at the mess that you were certain wasn’t there beforehand.
‘Damian, what’s going on here, it’s not like you to just turn your room into a pig sty just because you felt like it.’ You told Damian as you stepped into the room, suspecting the mess before looking back at your boyfriend who was usually good at keeping his room tidy and well organised, but the heavy pout on his lips and the furrow in his brow told you that there was a reason to the sudden mess.
‘I can’t find my charcoal pencils.’ He replied shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.
‘Well you’re certainly not going to in this mess.’ You retorted sarcastically, causing Damian to scoff, ‘why didn’t you try and recall the last place you put them.’ You added, trying to be helpful in this situation.
‘I did but they weren’t there.’ Damian tells you as he went back to tearing apart his room to search for his missing art pencils when something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention; it was Damian’s charcoal pencils, peaking out slightly from his bag alongside his sketch pad and paintbrushes. It wasn’t easy to spot but they were there and it was a surprise to you that Damian hadn’t seem to notice this at all, but that’s what made the entire situation just that little bit more hilarious then it should’ve been.
‘Damian.’ You called.
‘Not now y/n.’ He replied, heavily focused on finding these stupid pencils before he had to head off for school.
‘Damian.’ You tried again, now holding his bag in your hand, getting ready to show to him for when he looked up from under the bed.
‘Tt. Unless you’re going to help me, don’t distract me from-‘
‘I found your art pencils darling.’ Your voice cuts Damian off completely, leaving him taken aback but it wasn’t because you had found his pencils as he scrambled out from under his bed and stood up to see you holding his bag, which did indeed have his charcoal pencils in upon closer inspection.
‘What?’ You asked upon seeing his face.
‘What did you just say?’ Damian said.
You made a face and raised the bag a little higher. ‘I found your charcoal pencils?’ You replied albeit confused and a little worried that something was wrong with your boyfriend, did he hit his head as he was getting himself out from under his bed? You weren’t quite sure as you didn’t hear anything that could indicate that being the case.
‘Not that,’ Damian snipped, the search having left him feeling exhausted, agitated and embarrassed, ‘after that.’
‘I said Damian.’ You told him, your concern growing stronger the longer this went on.
Damian groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. ‘Darling, you called me darling.’ He spat out as a silence befell you both as the realisation sat in for you, meanwhile Damian was looking away from you with slightly flustered expression.
‘Oh.’ You said after a while. ‘Do you…do you hate it?’ You then asked as you looked down at your feet, finding them to be the most interesting thing in the room right now as your heart went crazy within your rib cage. Pet names weren’t new for either of you but you didn’t use them on a regular occurrence like regular couples, sure Damian called you darling or treasure but that was mainly behind closed doors or as little people as possible, but other then that you’ve rarely used them in any other context.
‘No, my treasure I didn’t hate it,’ Damian said softly as he managed to compose himself enough to walk over to you and take his bag from your hand, putting it on the bed before taking your hands in his, ‘I was just taken aback that is all.’ He reassured you by pressing a gently kiss to your forehead. If anything Damian liked it when you called him darling, it sent his heart a flutter and ignited a fire within his soul as his entire body grew warm by a simple pet name from your lips, however this was something he was yet to be comfortable in admitting to you in confidence but he will one day.
‘Does that mean I can call you it more often?’ You asked, already making up future scenarios where that would be the case within your mind in hope of seeing that very same flustered expression on across his face once more.
‘If you must, please do so in places where my siblings are out of range to hear.’ Damian said, smiling softly as you beamed in happiness, this was what he lived to see every day of his life, just you being extremely happy and happy with him; Something he hoped that he could continue to make you far into the future you shared together.
‘Deal.’ You said as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Darling.’
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2-dsimp · 4 months ago
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So, I discovered your blog courtesy of Nokka, and as someone who is one hundred percent a nerdy homebody that doesn’t like going out unless it’s for very very specific reasons- (Aka. Once every six or so months to hit up the mall for the stuff I can’t get online or when my bestie is in town and I wanna catch up with them. Or work.) I am ok with being a house wifie!
That said, I was wondering about boundary setting with Nokka. Could him and his Darling sit down and have a conversation if something was bothering each other? Or better yet, if Darling was just not in the mood for a roll in the hay one night and just wanted cuddles, would Nokka be ok with that?
Sorry if this is a silly question or has already been answered somewhere! I hope you have a good day!
Cw: wifey reader! Suggestive, Sexism, controlling behavior
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Boundary setting with your yandere husband! Can be very easy and difficult at the same time. It really depends on the conversation being had. He’s a very direct and straightforward man who doesn’t beat around the bush. As he made it clear that you’re not to be anything other than his stay at home wife.
1. You can’t have a job.
2. You can’t take any form of birth control. Unless he allows it.
3. You can’t have a normal social life/stay out late with friends(who of course have to be female only)
4. You can’t go outside alone without him beside you, (unless your doing menial tasks like grocery shopping/stocking up on house supplies).
Though Nokka would still be defensive about letting you leave the house. Since he’d argue that he could just order grocery delivery on his app. So you’d literally have to butter him up enough to let you go outside.
Overall you’re not allowed to do most things an independent women would be able to do under his jurisdiction. He expects you to clean, cook, and take care of his sexual needs. As a woman should for her husband.
If his wife anit feeling well enough for him to breed then he’d gladly opt for cuddles. At the end of the day his wife is his priority. However, if you ever turn him on even if it’s by accident. He’d think you’re messing with him, blaming it all on you. As he proceeds to fuck you outta commission for being a so called tease.
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starkidsonnets · 1 month ago
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edward nashton general headcanons
| contains : poor self image, disordered eating, sh if you squint
| note : misc. and disorganized edward hcs. probably ooc !!!!!! uh oh !!!!!!
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⋆ he has athsma and needs a puffer. also needs it for his anxiety and panic attacks because obv it gets really hard / painful to breathe
⋆ short sleeve shirts make him wildly uncomfortable. he feels so exposed and he also just hates how his arms look
⋆ isnt too fond of how his body looks in general. it's not something he really thinks about, though, not unless he sees a really attractive guy on the street or in an ad and is reminded that he's not exactly the standard
⋆ he likes his height, though. read somewhere that "chicks dig tall guys: no lady wants a man under six foot" and he was like fuck yeah
⋆ bought red socks to be "adventurous" since he only owns black, white, and grey pairs
⋆ they turned one of his white button-downs a light pink in the wash
⋆ he won't wear it in public, but he really likes the colour, so he kept it
⋆ finds sped up videos of snails eating cucumber slices very entertaining. it's genuinely brain rot
⋆ will sit on the toilet lid or floor or his bed sopping wet and butt ass naked after a shower staring off into space
⋆ not even just cuz he's depressed it just feels nice
⋆ does not like tomatoes. it's the texture that throws him off the most and if he orders a burger and they mess up his order and he has to take them off himself, he'll still have a hard time eating it cuz he can "taste the remnants"
⋆ migraines so bad he gotta lay down and wait for himself to faint
⋆ struggles consistently with irregular eating habits. he can go days without proper sustenance, absorbed in whatever he's doing
⋆ on the other hand, if he gets too emotional he'll binge, eating whatever he can find just to fill the gaping hole inside of him. he always overdoes it, and either goes to bed with a godawful stomach ache or throws up
⋆ def a hair puller. he tries to justify it by telling himself that the pain is grounding, but he sometimes ends up ripping his own hair out entirely by accident. he feels gross whenever it happens
⋆ oral fixation in the sense that everything is going in his mouth. he's a nail biter, he'll chew on his hand/arm (at home), on his pen, on his glasses, on his phone charger, etc...
⋆ mouth breather when he sleeps, which also means he drools. wakes up with a little wet spot on his pillow and he gets grossed out
⋆ he cannot use chopsticks. gets really embarrassed when he has to go back and ask for a fork (save me white boy save me)
⋆ wants to play board games really bad, but has no one to play with
⋆ buys himself a nice little something that he's been saving up for for himself for christmas. every christmas. he uses the holiday as an excuse to indulge in something he wants, instead of need
⋆ wrapped it for himself one year. spent way too long tryna figure out how to wrap it nicely. felt so stupid once it was all wrapped up that he tore it open immediately. hasn't wrapped anything for himself since
⋆ a single peppercorn would put him in a coma i think
ok thats it :)
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cupids-chamber · 2 years ago
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LEAVING LIPSTICK MARKS/STAINS ON THEM, that they don't notice until someone points them out..
GENDER NEUTRAL READER A/N: Don't simp at 3-4am darlings, it does things to you.. this is exhibit A.
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IMAGINE leaving lipstick stains on RIDDLE'S neck, collarbone, or maybe on his uniform by accident, just imagine his flushed reaction as someone points it out, he didn't expect this to happen. He's probably to flustered, trying to figure out a reasonable excuse, but what was he going to say anyways, 'These lipstick stains are from a mosquito—', Heartslabyul isn't stupid nor naive, I can just imagine the sheer amount of teasing Riddle has to go through after this event.. he'd probably recheck his neck and certain parts of his uniform, before dressing for the day, from now on.. what's worse is that his dorm uniform is white, so it would be more than visible, no matter the shade of lipstick you choose to wear, hell is ace wanted, he'd probably be able to realize the slightly tinted shade of lip gloss, just so he could get back at Riddle a little bit, for all the he was collared previously.
OK, now the same concept but with VIL, he'd probably manage to notice the stains and lipstick marks beforehand, but what if he hadn't, maybe it's early morning.. maybe he's still finishing his routine.. or MAYBE... it's Rook who notices, think about it, what if you had left a mark, PERFECTLY hidden from view or public's gaze, somewhere only Vil would've noticed, like on his upper back, something that can be covered, yet Vil wouldn't notice unless he faced his back on something.. but if anything, ROOK WOULD NOTICE IT, the self proclaimed lover of all things beautiful, Rook with his observant nature and striking extinct would most certainly notice, and point it out to Vil.. and if only you were there to see Vil's perfectly composed face crack into that of embarrassment, as he made a quick, plausible excuse.. after all he wasn't an actor for nothing..
OK OK OK, this scenario with IDIA, oh my god.. think about his reaction, Idia wouldn't notice till someone on call points out a mark on his neck, and of course he uses it as an excuse to further keep his camera on.. only to find out.. it was a lipstick stain, oh his hair would be pink on it's corners as he'd most likely turn into a flustered mess.. I can see it now, Idia coming back on call trying his best to compose himself, a part of him didn't want to remove the mark..
MALLEUS, just.. imagine it, a tall, intimidating, powerful dragon, with a lipstick stain on his neck.. that Lilia would probably never point out, as he finds the ordeal priceless, and Sebek would literally be too stunned to speak.. Imagine the amount of SHEER CONFIDENCE, a typical Diasomnia student would have to gather, to face your beloved.. and point out the VERY OBVIOUS MARK. All I can imagine is Silver pointing it out, once he's awoken from his nap.. I can see Malleus getting flustered over this incident pretty easily, just flushing red and getting embarrassed, at least he's not in front of you like this, right now.. he didn't like the idea of you having the upper hand in teasing him this time around, Lilia will already bring this situation up for years to come.
And finally, SILVER.. He'd probably never notice, just falling asleep going about his day, and much like Malleus's dilemma, Lilia wouldn't point it out for Silver either preferring the teasing rights he'll get out of this afterwards. Silver probably finds out, when Sebek see's the stain and blurts it out with much of a thought, rather loudly mind you, thankfully no one was around.. and the two men just stared at each other awkwardly.. Thank God only Sebek saw him in such a dilemma.. he hopes.
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melanieph321 · 3 months ago
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Ruben Dias x Reader - Not Ready Part 8/12
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Part 9 and Part 10 are out on my Patreon!
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Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers' life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now, when his football career was reaching great new heights.
Enjoy! 💞
Ruben's parents were coming all the way from Portugal to visit you this week. It would be their first time meeting Emmy and Vale and it was safe to say that you were a nervous wreck.
Ruben was also a nervous wreck, but for other reasons entirely. He recently suggested that the two of you needed to hire a housekeeper to clean up his apartment, and to handle the cooking....and grocery shopping. And if they were willing — the entertainment of the children.
"So, a nanny basically?"
"Not a nanny." Ruben argued, hearing the irritation in your voice. A pause. "Okay a nanny."
"Why would we hire a nanny, Ruben? I can't believe that you would even suggest that."
"Look around Y/N." You stood in the middle of the living room. A war zone to any visitor. A real mess. Toys scattered everywhere on the floor, drawings taped to the walls, and slime....hidden in every corner of the room, only the smell of aftershave revealing exactly where. 
"It's a zoo, Y/N. I'm living in a zoo." Ruben's outstretched arms fall hopelessly to his sides. "I've gotten rid of the expensive paintings, the fragile sculptures and vases. Hell, I've even put away most of my throphy's. Still your kids will find something of mine to break. I can't take it anymore. We can't live like this."
"My kids....?" You felt the ripple in your heart.
"Yeah?" Ruben's eyebrows furrowed, your hurt expression stunning him.
"So whenever they break something or make a mess they're suddenly my kids? My responsibility alone?"
"Y/N, you know that's not what I—"
You turned your back on him, hiding your face. 
"Hey, baby don't—"
Behind your back you heard Ruben shuffle through the mess. Soon his arms wrapped around you, sweeping you into the warmth of his torso, cradling you in his arms.
"You know that's not what I meant." Ruben whispered, his lips brushing softly against the lobe of your ear. He pressed kisses against your skin, tracing them down the slope of your neck. "They're also my kids." He muttered. "Our kids."
A sighed as you slumped against him, your head falling back on Ruben's shoulder. He continued nibbling on your neck, his hands busy with the buttons on your knitted sweater, sliding it off your shoulders to reveal that you were naked underneath it.
"Wow." He breathed, a silent prayer of gratitude that Emmy and Vale had just been dropped off at school. Iker was still present, but his playful growl was heard somewhere in the kitchen. 
"Bedroom?" Ruben suggested.
"Bedroom." You nodded.
Ruben did not hesitate to gather you in his arms and carry you there. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands raking through his thick hair while you kissed him open mouthed. He fought to get you to the bedroom, throwing you on the bed once he did. The sight of your bouncing breast arched his brow.
"Like what you see?" You grinned, playfully pinching your nipples while he watched you from above.
"Don't." He grunted, a warning. "No touching yourself unless I say so."
"Yes, sir."
He grinned, loving the fact that you were willing to play along. It wasn't often that he got to have you like this. Just the two of you naked, bodies pressed hard against one another. With Ruben's parents coming this week there would be more of you to look after Emmy and Vale. More time for you and Ruben to—
"Stop thinking."
You gasped as Ruben's knee forced your legs to spread as he dipped it into the mattress.
"Focus on me." He demanded, voice murky and seductive.
You nodded slowly.
"Good. Now...where do you want my mouth."
You smiled. "On my pussy."
Ruben chuckled. "Trust me, I'll get to that. But your breast...." He dipped his chin, his hands pressing down on each side of you. "They're so edible. " He reached out a hand to squeeze your flesh, arching your back in the process of bringing your nipples into his mouth. He shifted between them both, like a kid with two popsicles. 
While you moaned and groaned beneath him you felt the bulge in his pants grow stiff against your thigh. "Ruben please."
He hymns in response, warm saliva watering his mouth as he keeps suckling you for pleasure.
"Please Ruben,  I need you to touch me."
He paused, pulling his head back from your chest. "Like this?" He said, knuckles tracing down your belly, stopping at the hem of your sweatpants. He found the right spot on the hill of your pelvis, drawing small circles over the soft fabric with his thumb. His finger moved until a wet patch revealed how desperately you wanted him,  how this act alone could make you explode.
"Be patient baby, I'll get the condoms." Ruben stood and you whimpered with the absence of his touch.
He chuckled but made his way towards the bathroom. You fell back on the bed to the sound of cabinets and drawers being pulled open. Ruben returned with no rubber in sight. "No luck, we're out of condoms."
"Baby." You squealed, your thighs rubbing together just to keep the fire within you alive.
"Fuck." Ruben ground and made his way over to you anyway. He climbed the bed to sit on top of you and pulled your sweats and panties down your legs in one go. What was revealed to him was a swollen bead, sensitive to touch, but pulsating for his touch.
"God, Y/N. You're this wet for me?" Ruben looked down on you in wonder, his cock fully sprouted below his shorts.
"Yes, Ruben. Do something, touch me, tease me. With or without a condom, I don't care."
You really didn't. And for the first time it seemed like Ruben didn't either. He pulled his pants down to reveal his cock, rock hard in the grip of his hand. He aligned himself with your entrance as you spread wide before him. He bent down and kissed you before slowly easing himself into the warmth of you.
"Shit." He groaned. A deep growl extracted from his chest that pressed hard against your own. 
Daylight slipped through the bedroom windows revealing the amazement in his eyes and the pure admiration Ruben had for your body. 
He was looking down at where the two of you were joined. As his hips thrusted against your ass he watched the wave of your flesh as you took him into you raw. 
You raised one leg to rest over his shoulder. Ruben's hand closed around it to keep you steady while he pumped in and out of you like a wild animal, rattling the bed in the process.
Once the hits got too hot for him to bear he bent down, slowing himself down by raising your chin and pressing soft kisses against your lips. They were soft but sloppy, Ruben's tongue tasting yours in a sacred dance of your mouths.
"Fuck I'm....." 
Eventually something twitched below. Ruben's body trembled with every twitch and so did yours. On the verge of him pulling out his cock, you whimpered. "No." Ruben's eyes widened. You wanted him, all of him even if it meant another level taken in your relationship. 
To your satisfaction Ruben did not fight you, instead with his last efforts he rode the wave with you. Your orgasms followed closely behind one another before your bodies went slack.
"That was...."
You nodded, your chest heaving up and down as you fought to catch your breath. Ruben rolled onto his back but pulled you to lay against him. He removed the damped hair from your temple and kissed your nose and then your lips. "You're so beautiful like this."
"You mean sweaty and naked?" You smiled.
"Yes, just like this, sweaty and naked." 
Ruben held your chin, not sparing you a breath as he repeatedly brought your lips to his mouth. He kissed you as if you tasted vanilla ice cream and he just couldn't get enough licks as you melted in his arms.
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erosauriarts · 1 year ago
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Avatar x BSD
Warning: It’s canon related violence similar to in show BSD.
Atsushi - The Avatar
I thought it would be fitting since Byakko is implied to be reincarnating????? Also the Netflix preview got me excited.
AU Premise
**None of the canon characters from ATLA or LOK are gonna be referenced UNLESS it’s to justify bending rules.**
Republic City exists, but it’s less western base, bc I didn’t like that lmfaooo (Basically Yokohama but as it was in the 1930-50s). White people???? Huh?? Ig they exist now??? 😨
Lore Plot:
Red Lotus killed the last avatar because they wanted to find the new one, for some enlightenment reasons (IDK radicals man). The hunt for the new one wanted to take and raise the new avatar to push their own agenda. The man that did it, passed down his legacy to Fyodor (water), and he was the one to find Atsushi. Atsushi was around 5-8 and was from the northern water tribe. Atsushi’s parent was the moon’s spirits guardians (funny ha ha bc his’s design in literally Yin and Yang to Aku). Fyodor takes Atsushi, and isolates him with the other spiritual believers. They raise him, misinforming him greatly over what being the avatar actually means. Though he has a pretty good connection to his bending, Fyodor being his water bending master. They located somewhere in the north-pole.
In this time, everyone is looking for the avatar, but in like that way where you are like “here kitty kitty pspspsp.” And they even have a bounty for him. Bring him back alive ofc! In this, Dazai (Air) and Yosano (Water) are adopted siblings from a young age from Mori (Fire). Dazai at 18 splits off and becomes a traveling nomad, bc he fucking felt like it. Yosano was 14 when Fukuzawa (Air) saved her. Mori would make Yosano blood-bend, and so when she got free, she swore to never blood-bend again. She now uses her bending, and became one of the best healers.
The Armed Detective Agency works similar to canon in this, but has a specialized duty to find the avatar and turn them over to the white lotus. It’s extremely hard to get into the ADA, and forces benders to really push themselves. (In a way higher than the police force) Dazai joins, and is basically the ADA’s lost cat that goes away and comes back with something either helpful or cursed.
Dazai got leads on Fyodor bc Atsushi accidently used the avatar state when he found some new (and/or) prob figured out what happened to his family. Dazai basically yoinks Atsushi from the isolated village, running back on all fours with the weretiger dangling from his mouth /j. Dazai shows up, drops the avatar off, then bounces. Even though Fyodor’s spiritual training and water-bending was severely indepth, Atsushi lacked alot of common sense. Atsushi’s abuse in this is more intense psychological punishment more then the physical one in canon. He’s.. alittle messed up, but besides the point. Regardless how much bad stuff he went through, he was genuinely sweet. The stress of the truth tho, threw him off balance, so he is hesitant to go into the avatar state.
Atsushi’s bending teachers / relationship
Water: Fyodor. Strictly mentor and caregiver. He sucked at caring for Atsushi’s needs, and only was interested in talking when Atsushi asked about spirtual connection and Philosophical debates. Spent most of his childhood till Dazai yoinks him at 18
Earth: Kunikida. He sucked at it originally, but Atsushi was so determine, he ends up asking for help to connect. Atsushi warms up to him, looking up to him for strength.
Air: Dazai. The third one, and he’s stressed. Dazai runs circles around Atsushi, causing so much mental strain. Atsushi gets frustrated, and nearly gave up, but Dazai manages to get a mutual understanding.
Fire: Kyouka. Though younger, Kyouka was the fastest firebender. She constantly beat Atsushi when the Port Mafia sent her out. (He gets saved by the ADA a lot lol)
Character Mentions
Ranpo: A none bender. Works with the Republic City police force, but spends most of his time with the ADA. He actively helps them get around the police.
Akutugawa: Earth Bender. He can bend metal, and is actually really scary (..er?)
Chuuya: I go back and forth between earth and fire. And I think earth bc of his boom boom, smash kapow moments in canon. I thought fire cause hehe red.
Nikolai: Air. He’s that one guy that does flips and is nearly impossible to get a hold off. Boys a slinky. He’s Fyodor’s right hand man… they even… KISS?
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internetgiraffekid1673 · 2 months ago
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OC LORE DUMP
Everybody who's been around for a bit knows that I used the same set of characters for all of OC-Tober, under a tag I've decided to call Living, Dead, and Undecided!
All the OC-Tober Drawings of them can be found Here and Here, although you can also just look through my tag #oc tober.
Basic Premise:
Living Dead and Undecided takes place during a seasonally appropriate zombie apocalypse. But with a twist: almost all of the main characters are supernatural/magical/undead creatures themselves, which SIGNIFCANTLY changes how and why they're handling the problem!
The apocalypse itself was caused by a foolhardy wizard's attempt to travel to the afterlife going very wrong. Thus, it is self-contained to a singular area, where, in addition to a bunch of reanimated corpses, other magical nonsense keeps happening (like dimension rifts and summoning magical creatures to the area).
The five main characters are brought together by the apocalypse and are working to stop it by finding the wizard and the location he cast his spell and making him reverse it. But the kind of person who attempts to travel to the realm of the afterlife isn't exactly the most stable or cooperative individual, and the many other dangerous beings being summoned to the beacon of twisted magic certainly aren't helping either.
All Creature Lore for this is basically me mish-mashing together a bunch of different sources until I had something I liked, so I'll explain what everyone's powers are as I go.
The Main Characters:
Chase Michaels:
Chase is an absolutely precious 7 year old orphan who lost his parents a few months ago, and was recently turned into a vampire by total accident (the vampire who turned him was also a new vampire and did not know that was a possibility, they were kind of just trying to drink the blood of someone who wouldn't be missed).
Unfortunately, the guy who turned him is also the deadbeat dad of vampires and decided to just ditch the kid without ever explaining anything to him. This means that a 7 year old was suddenly slammed with super-senses, bat-like instincts and abilities (including bat shapeshifting which was really scary when it first happened), a weakness to sunlight (sunburns very easily and gets sun-sick, but doesn't immediately die), a nocturnal sleep schedule, and a sudden taste for blood without knowing why. Remember, Chase is also an orphan, and he was liviing completely on his own for the last few months. He literally had no clue what was going on, and was just kind of struggling to adapt to his new powers.
And then the apocalypse happened. Now, the zombies can't actually kill Chase unless they manage to accidentally stake him, but they can physically mess him up pretty bad. Chase also learns that zombie blood apparently satisfies the blood-drinking problem (so will animal blood, but that's actually harder to get since animals actively run away from him).
Chase's personality starts out like that of a skittish feral kitten because that is effectively how he's been living, but once he gets into a safer situation and starts trusting people, his real personality starts showing. He's very curious, is really good at reading people (especially for a 7 year old), kind of has an intuitive knowledge for the way things works, and is constantly taking things apart and putting them back together as a fidget. He loves puzzles, riddles, soccer and almost certainly has undiagnosed ADHD.
Chase is basically slumming it on the streets until he runs into Kate and they mutually adopt each other. She's somewhere between a much older sister and a mother figure to him.
Sam Fetch:
Sam is 15, pangender (so all the gender and all the pronouns, but they/them default), and a werewolf. They fucking hate that they're a werewolf. Sam can shapeshift into a wolf at will, but they will frequently get stuck kind of halfway between the transformation, and it takes a lot of practice over the course of the story for them to learn to control this. At the full moon, they're forced to shift, and while they will keep their head if left to their own devices, they'll lose it if they find a human and will try to attack them. They have enhanced senses and super strength as well as some wolf-instincts at all times.
Anyway, Sam was attacked and turned into a werewolf when they were like 12 and has been hardcore struggling ever since. The transition from human to werewolf was particularly rough on Sam because they are currently a hormonal teenager in the middle of several identity and life crises, and those things do not mix well with sudden powers. The zombie apocalypse was a cloud with a MASSIVE silver lining because now they don't have to deal with hiding their powers, or trying to maintain a normal school life when you can literally smell every middle schooler, or the fact that their parents were struggling financially and Sam's sudden increased appetite wasn't helping. But, it's still a great big cloud because in the initial attack, Sam got separated from their parents and is now on a quest to find them and save them if they can still be saved.
Sam comes off as really overconfident and cocky (and they are about their physical abilities), but is actually really insecure about themself. Sam also has a very short fuse and is in general just very angry about life. Starting a fight with them is just about the easiest thing in the world. They're also intensely loyal, and once you gain their trust, it takes something very fucked up to lose it. They will fight god for the people they care about.
Sam is doing a decent job of surviving the apocalypse, but not a very good job of finding their parents until they meet up with Zachary and Hazel. They despise Hazel with just about their whole being, but sadly recognizes that staying with Hazel is definitely better for their own goals and protection. They like Zachary, but they definitely place too much trust in him. When their little trio first meets up with Kate and Chase, Kate does casually attempt to murder them all. Sam holds a grudge and tries to hate Kate after this, but Kate also looked at Sam, said "Oh, you're not trying to hurt me or my kid? Great, you're my kid now, no you don't get a say," and broke down their walls very quickly after that. They adore Chase and is like another older sibling to them, although with much less maturity or responsibility than Kate.
Hazel Thorne:
Hazel is a witch who is physically 13, chronologically 120, and emotionally somewhere in between (although that does kind of fluctuate depending on the situation). Their gender identity is rather complicated, but demigirl is currently the best way I've found to describe it, and she switches between she/her and they/them fairly regularly (I'll just use she/her on this post for simplicity). I go into more depth about it when I talk about the extent of her trauma here. She's also pan, but that's not particularly relevant to this story, as there is no romance involved :). She sold her soul to a malevolent demon for witchcraft when she was naught but a schoolgirl in the early 1900s, but now she's a fully fledged and very dangerous witch. She's been having magical escapades, making enemies, making friends, solving people's problems, and wreaking lowkey havoc on the world for over a century.
She initially became a witch out of desperation to destroy the horrible boarding school she was at. It was like, full on abusive, almost a prison levels of problematic, and she and the other girls there all became very close due to trauma bonding. When one of her roommates discovered a forbidden book about witchcraft, they realized it was a way out, and she and the 12 other girls she shared her hall with all became witches together. They're bonded in a coven, but they're currently scattered internationally, and the wizard bullshit that caused the apocalypse is interfering with her capability to contact them.
Hazel is an absolute little shit. Her alignment is chaotic neutral, bordering on chaotic evil. She enjoys pissing people off, forcing them to work for her, holding things over their head, destroying property, getting vengeance, and just generally messing with folks. The only thing that has stopped her from fully becoming a villain at this point is that she cares about the general welfare of humanity and wants to protect them.
Hazel, while very magically powerful, is not great at doing plans. She's far too spontaneous to actually solve a big issue like a zombie apocalypse on her own, so she summons Zachary to help, and they kind of just meet up with the rest of the party on their way. She and Zachary are something like old friends, since they've been on the same side of a lot of really dangerous situations throughout history. She royally pisses off Sam and enjoys pushing their buttons. Kate is 110% done with her nonsense, but is also able to recognize that she has more emotional maturity than Hazel and does her best to be patient and take care of her (can you tell Kate has a problem with just adopting people?)
Zachary Winters:
Zachary is a lich, who somehow still manages to be on the side of good. See, he was originally from a small village from around almost a thousand years ago. When his village was hit with a curse that caused a horrible plague, he did the only thing he could in desperation: he turned to dark magic and became a lich. In my universe, this means that his soul is now separated from his body and stored in a physical object. If that ever gets destroyed, then he will be condemned to some sort of terrible purgatory or something. But it also means he gets immortality and can be given strength and magic power through human sacrifice. Now powered with human sacrifice in the form of all the people in his village who had been taken by the plague, Zachary used his new magical abilities to raise them into an undead army and stormed the castle of the warlock who had cursed them in the first place, forcing him to undo the spell.
But Zachary couldn't exactly just go back to normal after that. He now required sacrifice to live. And sure, he could have just died and been done with it, but he decided to do something a little unorthodox. He found a way to put himself into stasis. Without human sacrifice, his body goes into something of a hibernation mode and he effectively becomes no different than a regular corpse. However, all it takes is one person dying as a sacrifice and he will reanimate. In times of crisis where death and destruction abounds, some people will invoke the legend of the People's Lich and declare themselves a sacrifice as they die, and wake Zachary up. This means that Zachary is capable of helping people in times of death and destruction. As soon as the problem is resolved, he'll go back into stasis. As long as his soul jar isn't destroyed, he'll continue to do this forever.
This means Zachary's age is really iffy. Physically, he's like if someone died at around 50 and then you kept reanimating that corpse. Chronologically, he's been around for about 1,000 years, but he's been in stasis for a lot of that. He's got at least 300 years of experience but definitely not more than 800 years under his belt. Oh, and like Hazel, he's pan, but that's not particularly relevant.
Zachary's personality is heavily based on my relatives on my dad's side, who all have a similar sense of humor and lack of a filter. He is wise and he cares and he usually knows when to shut up, but he's also really whacky. He doesn't usually understand the social conventions of the day when he's reanimated, is rather morbid, and is very goofy and won't take things very seriously.
This means he gels really well with trickster-demon-witch-child Hazel. She actually brought him back to life this time by just straight up killing a zombie in his name. They've crossed paths at least once before during the World Wars. He gets along decently with Sam due to being entertaining but not as irritating as Hazel. He and Kate have a complicated relationship, as he's sort of the mastermind/leader of their little group, but she's the most responsible and takes care of everyone emotionally. She appreciates the help he does give, but wishes he'd be more helpful as the only other actual adult in the party. Chase is actually a little creeped out by him at first, especially since he does look like a corpse, but he takes a shine to Chase and works a lot on getting the kid out of his shell (and also forcing Hazel and Sam to get along).
Kate Blaire:
Kate is 19, aroace, aplatonic (but allofamilial), and the only regular human of the group. She was basically just a regular human emerging adult. She was settling into trade school, she had a day job in customer service that she hated but that made her money, and she was doing her best to get all her necessary certifications to be a mechanic until the apocalypse hit.
The thing that makes her different than everybody else that panicked and got attacked or went into hiding or ended up a victim to the other effects of the magical bullshit? She was raised in the country by her grandparents, who were both war vets. They taught her a lot about survival in high-stress dangerous situations with the hope that she'd never need to use it. Kate was able to protect herself, get to safety, and start formulating a plan on how to survive, gather information, and hopefully start helping to fix whatever the problem is. Then she started bumping into a bunch of supernatural creatures that also happened to be emotionally unstable children and she was like "fuck it, guess I have to take care of them now too," because Kate is a very compassionate person.
Kate is a really serious person, but it is made worse due to the high stress situation. She's also super responsible and maybe a little bit too mature for her age due to the way she was raised. She's ridiculously determined and decisive, and she generally sees other people, especially those younger than her, as people she's responsible for protecting. She's rather prickly on the surface, but is an absolute marshmallow at her core. Chase is her precious child and she will do literally anything to keep him safe, but she is very protective of their whole little squad.
The rough timeline of events for all this is basically:
Apocalypse Happens
Kate and Chase meet up after she found him slumming it in an alleyway and she basically adopts him. They're using their combined limited knowledge to try to figure out how the hell this happened and if it can be fixed
Sam and Hazel meet up by saving each other's butts from an unusally large horde of zombies. They don't get along, but they have complementary strengths and weaknesses, so they stick together to get things done. Sam mostly just wants to go charging after their parents, but since they don't know where they'd be, they're mostly stuck exploring. Hazel has already put together that summoning Zachary is probably the best course of action
Kate and Chase have worked out that it's necromancy, and start working on a device to track that magical energy.
Hazel and Sam summon Zachary. This sudden blast of necromancy fucks with the readings on Kate and Chase's device, and they start heading towards that area.
Hazel and Sam fill Zachary in on what's happening, and he basically makes the same plan as Kate and Chase: "Find where the spell was cast and the guy who did it, and go from there."
The two groups meet. Kate assumes that Zachary is a zombie, since he looks like a corpse, and fully attempts to kill them all. They manage to talk her down, at which point the two groups join up.
All OC-Tober drawings happen basically in this next period, which is fairly episodic as they deal with various Magical Mishaps while trying to find the wizard.
And that is my OCs! Go relook at my drawings with the added context and enjoy!
I did draw 3 other OCs for OC Tober that I didn't give lore for here!
One of them is ACE. ACE is the physical form of a star that had been passing by when the spell was cast. They were drawn to the disaster zone, less because they were forced to and more out of interest, and are basically a scientist trickster god that causes more problems than they solve for the crew throughout the story.
The next is Callista, who is part of The Extras (my Universal Adaptor Cast of background characters) and thus has no particularly special lore.
And finally there is Lyra, my first OC, who is not part of the Living Dead and Undecided story (except maybe as a background cameo) and has her lore and story explained on her post.
Massive massive thank you for sticking with me through all of OC-Tober, but a special thanks goes to Lee! @ace-of-hats I need you to know that your little likes kept me going and gave me the motivation to finish even well after the deadline passed.
I love you all, and I will probably not draw these guys very soon in all honesty, mostly just because I'm going to be distracted by Wizard101.
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indigosuvi · 2 years ago
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NSFW Alphabet - Dante
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 678 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
— He would either go for another round or carry you to the bathroom to wash off. Would stay for another round, wash, or take care of the bedsheets.
B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
— His chest and your ass.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
— Clear with lots of salt.
D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
— Loves to get himself off in your lingerie. He would leave it somewhere by accident, forgetting what he had done. He would also deny having done something like that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
— Probably has no experience but would act like he does. Until he reaches a point where he genuinely has no idea what he is doing, and at that point would say something to you.
F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)
— Lotus, missionary. Whichever ones allow him to see your face.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
— Would definitely tell jokes or not. Depending on your preference.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
— Doesn't trim unless you want him to. His hair is white.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
— Very romantic. Flower petals and candles lying around. He'll do anything to ‘win’ you over, despite being your partner.
J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
— At least once a day.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
— Breeding, marking, stripteases.
L = Location (favorite places to do it)
— The desk in Devil May Cry. The kitchen counter, yes there's been times he's forgotten to clean it. Did Vergil know? After he ate the pizza. Intentionally? No.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
— You, in general. Lingerie. Short shorts/skirts.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turnoffs)
— Any place Nero will see.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
— Loves giving just to mess and tease you. However, he would for once be silent if you gave to him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
— Can go slow but sometimes just loves pounding into you with his balls slapping against you. Your moans fill the air with his hands grasping you hard enough that you're sure there will be bruising tomorrow morning.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
— He's down for it, if you are.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
— He's down for just about anything that you are.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
— 3 for about an hour. Will need rest.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
— Surprisingly, he has none. The thought never crossed his mind until you brought it up. He would love to tease you with them. He may sometimes use them on himself if you're away.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
— Loves teasing you in any way that he can. However, when he's in the moment or about to cum, he stops.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
— Loud moans and grunts.
W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)
— Underneath all of his porn magazines are photos of you that he printed off. Unlike his porn magazines, no one, including you, is allowed to see the photos. He keeps them hidden and will only look at them from time to time when he is alone.
X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
— A solid 8. A prominent vein underneath. Cut.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
— Very high. He's ready to go at any time.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
— Pizza, sex, and you. Aside from those things, Dante loves sleeping. He would typically fall asleep directly afterwards, unless you needed something
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ticklishraspberries · 2 years ago
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OOOH, I see you added Scream to your fandoms list - would you mind doing Billy Loomis for the ask meme? :D
omg thank you i am unfortunately just a simp for slashers.
on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they? - like a 5 or 6??
where is their most ticklish spot(s)? - his ribs!!
which spots are they not ticklish? - his legs aren't rlly ticklish at all, stu was so surprised when he tried squeezing his knee and billy didn't react
what is their laugh like? - normally, billy is all rehearsed chuckles but when he gets tickled his laugh turns into this adorable, giggly thing that just makes ppl melt
do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance? - i think billy has a very complicated relationship with it. his mom used to tickle him when he was younger, and when she left, he kind of looked at most affection with bitterness. his friendship with stu helped him get better with that stuff, he doesn't flinch away from hugs and stuff anymore. tickling is still not something he'd say he likes, but he doesn't despise it, either
are they more often a lee or ler, generally? - with stu, he's usually more often a lee just because stu is so touchy and playful, but with other people, he's more likely to assume the ler role
who is someone in their life that they tickle often? - when they dated, he tickled sidney a few times, but after she kicked him in the balls by accident he's nervous to do it again, lol
who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often? - stu, and he doesn't hate it as much as he pretends to!!
does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them? - i don’t think so, unless it’s being directed at him, then he gets a little flustered (threatening to tickle him or talking about his sensitivity)
are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it? - i think he would definitely be embarrassed and try to keep it hidden. stu only tickles him when they're alone, because billy would be pissed if anyone saw him turn into that giggly mess
would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more? - rough tickles probably get more laughter, but gentle tickles rlly mess with his head, he gets all squirmy and has no idea what to do with himself
is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it? - the only sort of tickles he doesn't try to fight back at are tickly neck kisses, he's pretty sensitive there and will sometimes giggle between pleasant hums
is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it? - if we're talking about canon events, i think after any ghostface attacks he'll be sore and probably injured in some way, so if he's got bruised ribs or a cut somewhere, that spot is obviously just uncomfortable to be touched, otherwise no spot is really more off limits than others
would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it? - i...don't think so? i think he knows that riling stu up could lead to it, and that's more of a risk he takes than the goal. yes, i think he is clearly touch-starved, but vulnerability and being tickled is weird for him, even if it was something he craved he wouldn't want to acknowledge it
does teasing affect them? - stupidly, yeah!! he's not easily embarrassed at all, but tickly teases can get him to blush
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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 1 year ago
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Chapter 9- Part 2
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“Technically” due? Oh, fine, I’ll take what Xera can get by this point.
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Information like that is hardly ever truly irrelevant. Still, I wonder what type he specialized in- with a design like that…Poison? Or maybe even Ghost? Both of those would be highly ironic for a doctor, but I’m all for contrast.
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Ah, that’s what he’s doing here. Alright- again, wasn’t expecting to run into him again here and now, but I guess this is further building on his characterization of “depressing attitude but skilled doctor.”
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…BUT HAVE YOU SEEN A TEAL-HAIRED WOMAN ANYWHERE???
Man, so much for that. Well, he didn’t close the gate, so we can go up and get that item at least.
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Wonderful. Now let’s have Xera run up against every other surface in here to make sure there are no hidden items-
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Oooh, nice! 
Anyways, with that scene done, I think we’ve completed everything we needed to do in here, so now we can finally head up to the roof and hopefully find Amaria!
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Ah, yeah, this is that area we saw when we were first coming from the north- complete with that Light Shard! Of course, we don’t need it right now, I already healed at the one on 1F, so we’ll save this one. Also, turns out you can activate the Light Shards by just…walking into them, not by pressing the interaction button. Better be careful not to use one up by accident.
But, uh, looking around…Amaria’s not up here. In fact, there’s nothing and no one up here, aside from the Light Shard. I don’t understand...I felt so sure she’d be up here and we’d have to fight something or someone, hence the placement of the healing spot. But is there still more to this place?
Where do I even go from here? I don’t see any other doorways, no stairs or ladders or anything…I can’t have missed anything inside, there were no other ways to go, at least none that I could access.
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The only thing of interest here that I can see is this…weird-looking structure? It definitely stands out- am I supposed to have Xera stand in the middle of it like that? Do I interact with it? Am I just supposed to- ah-
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That was an entrance??? That just looked like a weird-looking wall! Geez- well, at least I know how to get to the next part of the slums now. Not that I thought there would be a ‘next part’, but it seems like we’re not done here just yet.
There’s a fancy TM over there, but needless to say with the rocks and cracks, we can’t get to it right now. So, with no other options, we need to go right. But…there are some suspicious noises going on around here, and I’m not sure I like them at all…
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Oh- well, that answers one question. The noises are coming from this- the elevator’s on the fritz. Can’t interact with it…is Xera still able to go inside? Seems dangerous to jump into an elevator with a faulty door, but Xera’s done stuff that was more dangerous by this point, so why not?
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Oooh, the door’s not even faulty, that Mankey’s just messing with the buttons. Shoot- am I gonna have to battle it? I just caught a Mankey, though!
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Well, fortunately, the Mankey just runs away, no battle necessary. That’s good- I would have felt guilty fighting it and then not catching it (because I don’t do duplicates unless it’s, like, a Shiny).
But this is still an elevator, so- let’s see what we’ve got here…
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There’s a basement level? Geez, we really aren’t done here…
Well, first and foremost, let’s see where the elevator lets us off to 1F.
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Ah, this spot! I was kinda hoping it would open up to that one spot where the item was- there must be a second elevator somewhere, then. But now that we’ve got a quick way back to the entrance, let’s see what this basement floor is all about.
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Oh, wait, this is that one area that the upper floor is overlooking, yeah? I thought it was only that one spot where those stairs by Victoria led, but I guess there was way more to that area- or maybe it was still considered part of the first floor.
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temple-lux · 3 years ago
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Walking in on you after a shower (Brothers)
(You pronouns used. Gender neutral.)
Lucifer:
He was looking for Mammon to lecture him again. He swears he didn’t mean to walk in on you.
His eyes go wide he immediately slams the door shut, almost breaking it of the hinges and making everything worse.
Won’t apologize at first.
“Have you ever heard of a lock?”
Doesn’t feel bad enough to stop thinking about the way you looked though. Only in private of course.
Make him beg for forgiveness. Come on, imagine how entertaining that would be.
You can tell that he’s still embarrassed, but don’t bring it up to anyone else unless you have a death wish.
Mammon:
Probably has grimm stashed away all throughout the house like a gremlin. (There’s a pun in there somewhere.) This one in particular happens to be in one of those toothbrush holder tubes. He was just in the bathroom to sneak it out.
Oh, shit. You’re in the bathroom.
OH, SHIT! YOU’RE IN THE BATHROOM!!!
Screams like a baby and turns away, blabbing out apologies.
Runs face first into the door trying to get out.
Probably keeps glancing back at you in the mirror on accident and feels awful about it, but he couldn’t stop if he tried.
Will buy you a lock bar to put on the bathroom door.
You know, so no one else walks in on you. He’s gotta protect his human.
Leviathan:
Okay there’s no way mans doesn’t have a bathroom attached to his bedroom so for the sake of the prompt this was a complete and utter set up.
Mammon probably stole a figurine and told him he put it in the bathroom! And it would get moldy with all the humidity and heat!
Races in there. Doesn’t even hear the water running or cut off.
You step out of the shower the same time he opens the door.
Levi goes tomato red and if you thought Mammon was a stuttering mess this is ten times worse. Will go on about how disgusting he is for intruding and apologizing.
He covers his eyes from looking at you, but still looks around the bathroom. There’s no figurine in sight.
Only then does he realize it’s a set up and oh boy does he have a few choice words for Mammon.
Will not step foot outside his room for weeks even if the house is burning. Won’t let you in either.
Let him sulk at your feet and grovel he’s so gross!!! How dare he intrude on you!!! How could you ever forgive him?!!!
Satan:
He was about to out and wanted to make sure he didn’t look too disheveled. That bathroom mirror was the closest.
Quickly averts his eyes and turns around.
He will apologize, but it was an honest mistake so he doesn’t feel the need to grovel.
Will try to make it up to you through actions even if you tell him it’s fine.
If you mention this ever again he gets extremely embarrassed. He already apologized please don’t hold this over him forever.
Asmodeus:
Another one where they definitely prefer to use their own personal bathroom, but I digress. Probably left a lotion in there or something.
Stares for a good second and then turns around when he catches himself. Still keeps talking to you though. Definitely a few compliments.
“Hey, have you seen my- stop screaming, it’s just me. Have you see my lotion?”
Will get out if you ask him too.
But will also jokingly do the “Without me?” *fuckboy emoji* thing.
More respectful than people give him credit, but really needs that lotion back, please.
Beelzebub:
Dude was just trying to take a shower after working out he didn’t know you were already in there! He’s sorry!
Legitimately doesn’t know what to do when he sees you so he just stares for a few seconds. Deer in headlights mode.
Doesn’t even say anything, just slams the door shut as he leaves.
Unfortunately, he had a death grip on that doorknob so the door doesn’t shut all the way. Or, unlike Lucifer, he actually breaks the door. Like, shatters it.
Apologizes after the fact. Will give you portions of his meals to make up for it.
You want cinnamon buns at two in the morning and don’t want to get up to get them? He’s there immediately. Whatever you want.
Definitely needs a cold shower after that ordeal though.
Belphegor:
Dude does straight up not care.
He’s here to brush his teeth, not stare at you. If you’re in the bathroom when he needs to be then that’s your deal.
If he apologizes it’s just to calm you down.
He’s half asleep when he walks in anyway, he doesn’t spare you the time of day.
After he’s done brushing his teeth though he at least tells you goodnight.
Leaves immediately afterwards.
Will from now on only go to that bathroom though. Just in case…
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lunatic-flores · 3 years ago
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𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 : (𝘠/𝘕) has inability to talk to the elders since Alma put her too much pressure since she was little, and that almost break the relationship of her and her mother.
→ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊.
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A new day, a new expressive poem that has slipped under Julieta's door. She had no idea who has been give her this beautiful words, either it's long or short. She needs to remember her husband that she is sure that she don't have a single admirer.
“Another one?” Agustin asks while searching his glasses and then glance at his wife, Julieta can only chuckled and nodded her head as she take the crumbled paper with a tiny bow on the upper left.
“they're really good at hiding themselves.” Julieta respond while reading the lovely fresh poem that's just for her and her only.
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Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors ... beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
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“Well, at least this one is very lovely.” Julieta laughs as her husband gave her a kiss on the cheek and then the two of them started to do their chores as usual. Julieta's day seem to be brighter and more brighter after an accident happened to her.
“what is going on here?”
“Tía! We uh— ... We might have accidently dropped some of your glass bowls .. Anduh- yeah, that's all hehe.” Camilo tried to explain - not wanting to get a heavy punishment, but his prima, his quite prima is also part of the accident.
Her eyes moved to the broken bowls and then she spot her very first bowl that she used to try her gift. Camilo and (Y/N) could see that the dissapoiment and Sadness are fillong the older woman's eyes.
For some reasons, They couldn't talk. And it's very overwhelming.
“Let's just— help me clean these things, please.” Camilo swear that he saw his prima is sweating nervously as heck. Her face is quickly turned very pale making him worried, “Uh ... Mi Prima? Are you—”
“Todo está bien.” with that, she immediately left to grab a broom and clean the mess, not letting Camilo help her either. After cleaning the mess, the two of them apologized to older woman “We are so sorry, Tía Julieta. We promise that we will not break anything ever again.”
(Y/N) nod her head furiously as she tried to avert her gaze to somewhere else. Not brave enough to let out a single word to her mother while fidgeting her fingers nervously.
“It's alright, you two can go now.” with that, (Y/N) immediately run out of the kitchen leaving Camilo behind.
At first, Julieta thought that the person is her own daughter who never spoke to anyone since she was twelve. She's not very talkative. She won't talk unless it's necessary like a conversation about the family.
But it's no use since she never saw a single paper or pencil that she had to use if she wanted to write anything in her daughter's room.
Is it Mirabel?
“Huh? What poem? I haven't write anything yet for the exciting day!”
Then, is it Isabela?
“I am so sorry mamá, but i'm really busy that i don't have a chance to write a letter even it's for you. Maybe it's Luisa, since she haven't gave you something new?”
Luisa—
“Mamá. I don't even have a pencil and a paper.”
Julieta sighs in defeat. The writing style is unfamiliar to her, that's what make it more difficult. Why don't she just ask the children to write and check their writing style? —
“Oh wait, i think that would work. If the person is not from this family, then it really is from someone else - i think Agustin will be the one who search them up for me.”
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“Oh oh! Are we going to write a letter to each other?” Antonio asks his aunt excitedly as he grab his pencil, “Hm, yes - of course we will! Since we have a free time, why don't we spend it together?”
Julieta had to dragged brought the adults to join her too, she just wants to see their writing style too. Not only the children. “how about a poem?” Dolores question making Julieta's attention immediately moved to her.
“Of course, you can write a poem too!”
As she finished, her gaze kept wandering to one by one. But none of them showing any suspicions to her. This is very difficult. But little did she know, one of her dear daughter is now sweating. Her hands are wet. Her heart beat so fast making Dolores glance at (Y/N).
Before she could asks her prima, (Y/N) shot up while breath in then out and showed her stoic face as if nothing happened to her. And then she just started writing leaving Dolores drowned in confusion.
‘What just happened to her?’
Right now, (Y/N) is debating with herself in her mind. What is she going to write? A poem like she used to write for her mother? But she's afraid of getting caught. She never apologized properly, and she wants to take baby steps.
‘I am screwed.’
(Y/N) decided to change her writing style, and surprisingly, it goes well. And it's quite different from the style she used to. Slowly, a small smile crept on her face ashe began to write a short letter.
Letting her hands dancing with the pencil on the paper, slowly but surely. It is very expressive words. After everyone is done, Julieta still can't find the mysterious person. It is decided.
The person is from the village. Not her family. But who in the world loved her platonically? Is it the orphanage children? No, she don't think so.
She sighs in defeat, making her daughters look at her worriedly. “Hey, do any of you have any idea what makes mom look confused right now?” Isabela asks her sisters quitely, making sure that the others doesn't hear them. Luisa began to think and then shake her head “Nope, but she looks fine for these past few days to me.” she reponds.
“Huh, then what about you Mirabel?” Isabela turn to her youngest sister, “I don't know, but all i know that mom has gotten one or two poems everyday in the morning for these past few weeks.” The youngest answered while glancing at her mother.
“A poem? ... So that's why she wants us to write anything so she can match the writing style, huh?” Isabela mutters and then searching for her another sister. Unfortunately, (Y/N) stood up and then left the living room first.
“Uh ... Why is she so quite and hurry?” Luisa asks that notices her sister's curiousity, “Mamá said she's not very talkative, but i l've once read her letters that is sooo expressive and it's very touching!” Mirabel yelled-whispers excitedly. “it's like — She's the silent words, y'know?”
And that clicked the three of them, “Hey, don't you think that the person who gave mom poems every morning is ... Her?” Dolores, the cousin who heard their conversation decides to joined them.
“What poem?” Isabela jumped at her sudden presence and then sighs, “Dios mio, Dolores. Don't scare me like that again!” “Oops, Lo siento.”
Mirabel explained everything to her prima and then letting her think for a moment, “Sometimes, i do hear someone is writing. But i am not sure who is it since they keep changing their place to write.” Isabela widen her eyes.
“(Y/N)!”
She exclaimed loudly making the other's attetion turned to her, also making Dolores closed her ears “Oh uh— ... Sorry.”
“Wait, so it's really (Y/N)?” Mirabel asks in more quite tone, “Are you sure about that? Because ... You know, she don't have any pencil and papers.” Luisa add in, “Unless she buy some.” Dolores fold her arms.
“Yes, and i'm sure it's really her.” Before she continue, (Y/N) quickly ran inside the living room again and take her bag. “Oh (Y/N)! We were just about to—”
Luisa is cut off when (Y/N) immediately left the room again, but the thing is, she accidently drop a single paper from her bag. Making Isabela quickly take it with her vines, “Oh look, she drop this.”
Dolores let out a quiet “hm!” in response. “Is that a ... Poem?” Mirabel take the paper from her hermana and then they read it together.
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Call out, Call loud : “I'm not ready, and don't come find me!”
The sacks in the toolshed smell like the trash seaside.
They’ll never find you in this blackhole salty dark,
You’ve never heard them sound so silent hushed before.
Don’t breathe. Don’t move. Stay dumb. Hide in your blindness.
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"It's like— she's hiding? There are some typos too.”
"What are you guys reading?” Camilo asks suddenly making them jumped and Isabela surprise him with her flowers.
“We are having girls talk, now shoo shoo.” Camilo rolled his eyes and then walk away in flamboyant, “i think we need to go to somewhere more quite.” Luisa recommended and then the four of them started to leave the living room as they excused themselves.
“Or ... Should we find (Y/N) instead?” “No, i don't think so. She'll freak out and teleport to somewhere we don't know.” Isabela read the paper once again and then they finally arrive at the quite place.
At least not too noisy for dear Dolores.
“Right, i almost forgot her gift is teleportation.” Mirabel mumbles, “but the poem says ‘I'm ready and come find me.’ i think she wants us to find her and talk to her?”
“Hm, but why don't she?” Dolores asks as she tilt her head to the side.
“It's because i'm not good at taking the conversation.” someone suddenly answered making the four of them look at the person. There, stood a young girl who is shaking, and quite messy. Maybe she's not using her gift and keep running for her life.
“H-Hola.” she muttered.
“(Y/N)! So it's really you!” Mirabel quickly throw herself to her hermana and let (Y/N) catch her without second thought. (Y/N) yelped and then hold her sister carefully, “I— ... Y-yes, i'm the one who ... Write those p-poems. I couldn't apologize properly to ... Mamá.” She rub her arms nervously after letting Mirabel go.
“So that's why the letters are so expressive because the person is having an inability to talk to the elders, huh?” Isabela add in.
“That's— ... You're right, Isabela.” (Y/N) sighs in defeat as she sat with the girls and take out her paper and pencil from her bag.
“Why don't you just talk to her, ya know, heart-to-heart?” Luisa asks curiously as she pat (Y/N)'s back, trying to ease her down.
“I can't, Luisa. It's hard, very hard. But i ... I tried my b-best, you know? I Uh— ... i just couldn't say it that easy.” Mirabel began to think in anticipate and then an idea came immediately, “You know what? You need to leave some hints here and there.”
“How—”
“Leave your name, letter by letter. And let mom collect it until your name is completed!” (Y/N) widen her eyes and then began to shake again, “W-what if she ... want to talk with me? I- i ... I couldn't—"
“Just take your time. Mamá will understand you, hermana.” Isabela hold her sister's hand and Dolores nod her head in agreement. “Just remember that she is not like abuela just because she's her daughter.” Dolores rub her back in circles.
Right.
Julieta is not like Alma.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. (Y/N) smiled at her hermanas and prima as she nod her head, without a second, the girls give her a big hug making her let out a pure laugh.
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“Oh? I think they're leaving some hints.” Julieta read the poem again while stacking the poems and put it all together. ;
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Once upon a memory
Someone wiped away a tear
Held me close and loved me,
The values you've have taught,
the care you've have given,
and the wonderful love you've shown,
Have enriched my life
in more ways than I can count.
I owe you an eternal paradise.
— Your dearest, (n).
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Julieta was touched by the words. There's no possibility that this person loved her in romantic way, they adore her in sweetest platonic way.
She noticed that each poems had single letter in the end. That clicked her brain, she quickly put the letters all together and a name was completly written. “(Y/N)..?”
She remembered the accident day and since then her daughter began to feel more anxious and quite. She wipe her hands after making arepas and quickly left the kitchen in order to find her quite daughter.
“Ay, (Y/N).” she muttered worriedly.
Dolores who heard the whole muttering decide to inform her primas, “She's going to find (Y/N).” the girls stare at (Y/N), “w-what?”
“Prepare yourself, hermana.” Isabela pat her head even though she's quite taller than her. “Oh no, i don't think i can talk properly to her.” Mirabel smack her arm playfully, “Come on, don't be so pessimist! You'll be fine.”
“We'll be waiting for you when you're done.” Luisa chuckled at her sister's nervousness. It remembered her the day where she's feeling weak.
“I— uh— ... BUT—” (Y/N) was immediately cut off by her youngest sister.
“Casita.” Mirabel spoke in sudden before (Y/N) tries to escape by herself.
The floor started to move just to send (Y/N) out from the nursery, (Y/N)'s eyes shift to her mother's presence who is now searching for her. “Dios—... Dios, dios, dios—” she kept muttering and ran to find a hiding spot.
Instead of searching a safe place, she accidently bumped into her Tía Pepa who has a dark stormy cloud above her head, and later, she got strucked by one of her lighting that completely making her jolts in pain.
“i— i'm .. totally fine— ... ” her face immediately fall on the flat floor.
“JULIETA!!!” Pepa screamed in purest panic, making all the members of the family ran to her and only found (Y/N) laying on the floor.
“Oh.” Mirabel blurted out of nowhere making Isabela facepalmed at her, Luisa rub the back of her head bashfully as Dolores sighs in defeat.
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rons-wheezely · 3 years ago
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224 || G.W.
George Weasley x Reader, Soulmate AU
Genre: Fluff, humor
Summary: Each soulmate pair receives a special number to them, and them only, on the day they’re born into this world. The placement on the body can vary, so people usually keep to themselves unless they fancy someone or it’s displayed somewhere public. How do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?
A/N: i have been so inactive, I’m so sorry rip I am going to try to post a fic here and there, but I’m still a student doing student things... This blog recently turned 2 years old, and has reached about 300 followers, so thank you so much for those of you who have found me in the piles of other wonderful works :) I love you all from the bottom of my heart.
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“Oh, do forgive me, Georgie,” you playfully shove him out of the way. He stumbles away from the shelf containing the last package of Fizzing Whizbees in time for you to snatch it into your hands. You hear him chuckle as he regains his balance behind you. It’s suffocatingly crowded with fellow students in Honeydukes, so he leans in close so you can hear him. 
His warm breath comes close to your ear, saying with a soft laugh,” At least share, alright?”
You tapped your chin thoughtfully as the smile plastered on your face turned into a smirk. You make your way to the cashier with George close behind. The candy in the box shake in your hands, and the decorative ring you’re wearing on your middle finger glimmers in the shop’s light. You call over your shoulder,” If you win the next match against Slytherin, I might.” 
This statement alone had George fist pump the air in satisfaction. Even if he lost, you would most likely share it anyways –– to cheer him up, of course. You two have been best friends since your first year when you cleverly evaded one of the twins’ pranks. It was a lucky guess, but the outcome left Fred and George tangled in a mess of burping up slugs for three hours. It was an easy friendship after that, other than the secret feelings you harbored for George, that is. 
Soon enough, the match came and the sight was an absolutely thrilling one. You watch as each player flies by, and each time the wind sweeps your hair in every direction. Fred and George are on a spectacular streak, and they never once miss the bludger. Thankfully you had a pair of binoculars and Lee Jordan’s commentary; the team was so small in the air that it was hard to tell what was happening.
Harry Potter was no doubt going to catch the snitch, and here he comes now swooping in underneath his teammates. He’s almost flat against his broomstick, urging it to go faster before Malfoy could get to the fluttering golden speck. All eyes are on Potter, and the boy is mere inches away. Just as his nimble fingers wrap around the snitch, another Gryffindor teammate drops from the air.
You can hear the subtle gasps from a few in the crowd who noticed. The Gryffindor team were too enraptured with Harry’s catch to notice that one of them was dropping ten, twenty, thirty meters to the ground. “George!” You cried.
As if sending a telepathic message to the other twin, though it is most likely he heard you yell as clear as day, Fred swoops down to save his brother from impact. You notice now that you're standing on your feet and leaning on the railing that separates you from your best friends on the field. You watch on in horror as Fred barely makes it in time. The breath you didn’t know you were holding finally escapes you, and your surroundings come back all at once. 
You hear the deafening silence and the sound of the wind blowing by. No one moves as they watch Fred land on the ground with George. It was Lee who ended the tension,” And with that, Gryffindor earns 130 points and has won the match…” 
All at once, everyone in the stands scrambles to get out. Elated with Harry’s catch and the twins’ safety, the student body goes their separate ways. You follow them as well and weave your way through the crowd to get to Fred and George. Panic fills your lungs, and every fiber in your body screams to make sure they’re okay.
“Fred!” You call out,” Are you two alright?”
“Yeah, no harm done to me,” he sighs,” –– Other than this git. A bludger whacked him straight on the side and he passed out on his ride down.” 
“It looks like it hurts… but it’s nothing Madame Pomfrey can’t handle, right?” You wince. You try to convince yourself that George is just sleeping a very deep, restful sleep.
“I reckon he’ll be fine, y/n.” Fred winks your way with a sly grin. “Visit him lots, yeah?”
Madame Pomfrey refused to let anyone in until she was done running some tests. When she finally let you visit, you rushed to sit next to George’s bedside. He stirred at your frantic movements and opened an eye to see you. “It’s not that bad is it?” He chuckles.
“She said that you’ve broken a few ribs, but you’ll be alright.” You smile. 
George sits up slowly, pretending to be in agonizing pain. You worry for a bit and reach out to him on instinct, but he laughs and tells you he’s okay. His torso is wrapped entirely with gauze over his clothes, and there are a few bandages wrapped around his forearms as well. Pomfrey had drawn a blanket over George earlier, so the white sheet still covered the lower half of his body. A moment goes by, and you hear a soft wheeze leaving George’s lips. “You don’t suppose my soulmate is into beaten up ginger-heads, do you?”
“Well,” you mull over your words. Pretending to take his question seriously, you answer,” they would have if you were Fred..” You laugh a little as you catch the glint in his eyes –– the mischievous one you had grown to love. 
“Oh, if only I looked exactly like that bloke.” He jokes. His head falls a little forward as he laughs. His gaze is drawn to his lap, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he looked like those shy love interests in romantic muggle films. 
You notice that his fiery hair is covering his eyes, and your body compels you to get another glimpse of that wonderful boy’s face. Ever so gently, you reach your hand out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. When your fingers curve around the back of his ear, you notice a few dark marks of what looks like a tattoo. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You go to move more of his hair out of the way, but he turns his eyes to you. 
“Are you getting handsy with me y/n? Tryin’ to make a move, are you?” He smiles, but there is a small panic in his eyes as they frantically search yours. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”
“Is that your soulmate mark?” You ask.
“Maybe.”
“Well,” you huff playfully,” I might be able to tell you who your soulmate is. I might cry if your soulmate is Madame Pomfrey, though.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.
"Georgie, please don’t tell me you have a thing for milfs.”
It takes everything in him to hold back his laughter. George pulls his hair back to reveal the numbers 224 etched behind his left ear. Your breath catches in your throat, but you try to hide your very obvious shock. 224 was a number you knew too well, and seeing that number reflected on your best friend’s skin meant that your deepest feelings were true. It’s okay to be in love with George because now... now there is chance he feels the same way.
Your mark is tattooed on the band of your middle finger, which is usually covered up by jewelry. You fidget with your rings nervously, trying to ground yourself all the while. George doesn’t pay too much attention to it when he says,“Fred has his numbers on his right ear. I might be the right-hand man, but he’s lucky enough to be the right-ear man.”
You laugh at his really bad pun,” Really? Out of all of the ear jokes, you chose that one?” 
“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” He nudges you with his shoulder, and you can’t help but giggle some more.
“Would you like to hear a fun fact?” You ask. You gulp down all of the fear that has started to swallow you whole. You are George’s soulmate. The idea buzzes in your head along with a million other thoughts. George nods for you to continue, and you fight the panicked urge to scream. “...In the muggle world, they have such advanced technology.”
“Yeah, dad would know––” George interjects for a second.
“The numbers 224 actually hold a meaning to them. It’s something like a code–– it’s related to their fancy devices I think? Anyways,” you take a deep breath. You remember vividly the details your friend went to great lengths explaining to you. 
“Your number is all kinds of special, y/n!” Mae beams at you. Her eyes twinkle in an amusing manner as she tries to prove herself. A soft thud could be heard when her hands meet with the common room table, and she quickly jumps to her feet. “Imagine, having such a fantastic number as that!” She exclaims with awe.
“I don’t understand?” You bemusedly remark. Why would numbers hold more meanings beyond your standard soulmate reason?
“My brother loves binary code, a certain muggle science,” she explains,” and he told me a few meanings. One of them being yours! Now, if only fate would tell us who your soulmate was...”
If Mae were in this room, she would be bursting at the seams from pure glee. You look into George’s eyes and say,” ...the numbers actually mean something along the lines of ‘Today, Tomorrow, Forever.’ It has to do with the bond you and your soulmate have together.“
He blinks once or twice before breaking out into a grin,” Okay, can you say it again but,” he emphasizes,” simpler, maybe?
“––it means that your soulmate will love an accident-prone idiot like you forever and always,” You joke halfheartedly.
The familiar gleaming smile he wore after a successful prank creeps up onto his face: one of self satisfaction and deserving of many awards based on looks alone. His smile is much gentler and you almost miss it, but a blush tints the very tips of his cheeks. “Oh? wait ‘till dad finds out that numbers have meanings to muggles. How’d you know all of this anyway?”
“Oh, it’s just something my friend talked to me about.” You dismiss his questioning gaze and clear your throat. Every second that passes makes you more and more anxious being around George, simply just by knowing you two are soulmates. It’s a dream come true, sure. But how do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?
“Are you alright, y/n?” George asks. “You seem real fidgety. Do you need to go somewhere?”
“Oh–– no, it just that,” you gulp. “Well.. I think left the Fizzing Whizbees back in my dorm room.” You lie. You know it’s in your bag with your other belongings, safely tucked away for later consumption. “Post-game snacks are essential, and I did make a promise.”
“Are you sure you left it there? I thought I saw it in your bag...” He leans over to find your bag, and sure enough, he pulls out the box of candy.
“Oh.” You look at him. There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat.
“You’ve really got to get yourself together mate–– looks like Nearly Headless Nick showed you his neck hole again or something.” George jokes to lighten the mood, but he’s right. The longer you sit there and stare at him, the more you either want to slam your lips against his or vomit profusely. You feel pale and sickly; just enough to feel the twists and turns of your stomach. Is this what having butterflies feel like? He opens the bag of candy and offers you some.
You share the box of whizbees with him, taking one out and popping them into your mouth. It fizzes and jolts a little as the sweet taste melts on your tongue. “I think maybe Fred slipped something to me earlier,” you avert your gaze,” I’m not sure.”
“Yeah, sounds like Fred.” George grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your hands, and it does seem to relax some of your nerves. He looks at you softly and gently, and all at once, your anxiety starts to melt away in his presence. You almost forget why you’re so worried in the first place. “You know I’m not going anywhere. If you have to take a massive shit, I’ll wait for you.” He says as he pats your hand reassuringly.
You erupt into laughter and shove him away. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”
“Nothing says true love like bowl movements, darling.”
As the laughter dies down, the somber feeling in your gut returns. It’s now or never, right? “George, I think I need to tell you something. I—“
Fred bursts into the door with Lee following shortly behind. “There’s my favorite twin!” He beams. He gets a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey peering around the corner from her office. Fred doesn’t pay much attention, choosing to walk past her with barely a glance over his shoulder. George rolls his eyes as Fred happily trots over, spilling some liquid from two mugs in his hands. “—had to have Lee help sneak these in for the party, which you lot are missing out on.” He hands you a mug of butter beer and George, the other.
You decide to drop the subject even after George was free from the hospital bed. It’s a few weeks since then, and school has made you push those thoughts of pesky soulmates and true love aside. Of course, George kept looking at you funny, waiting for you to bring it up again. To his dismay, you didn’t.
“Alright everyone, class is dismissed.” Professor Sprout announces as she busies herself in setting up plants for the next day. It’s the last class of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. Repotting plants was hard work, and you were sweaty enough as it is. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face, and as much as you hated it, it did make for good eye candy across the room — namely George, although there’s a lot of dirt smudged onto his face too.
He’s cleaning up rather quickly so you call out to him,” Can you grab my rings, Georgie? They’re over there by my bag.” You had to remove jewelry in order to “safely handle” the creatures and wear proper gloves. Those of which you hastily pull off to wash your hands. The suds come and go as you lather and rinse away in the sink.
“Today, tomorrow, forever eh?” George’s deep voice rumbles in your ear. You jump a little at the sudden scare. “I think I like the sound of that, don’t you?”
You turn your head a little to the side and come very close to George’s face. You can feel his breath fanning on your skin, and his nose is just barely touching yours. You fear that if you blink, the sight in front of you will vanish. Every freckle that glitters his skin is so close you could count them like the stars and draw constellations between them if you wanted to. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Your body feels like it’s on a cloud— so feather light and airy— as he smiles at you. Your throat is dry; your tongue struggles to keep up with your thoughts. “...what?” You choke out. You cover your hands on impulse, but you know it’s too late.
“It means you’re stuck with me forever, y/n.” He grins. “Soulmate magic is no joke, you know.” He hands you your rings and walks beside you out of the greenhouse. You slip the rings on to your middle finger where it’s always resided, deciding to fidget with it a little.
Nothing should be different. You’re walking with George in the hallways like you always do, your hair is no different than yesterday, and class was the same as an other day. And yet your heart is beating faster and the sun seems to shine brighter. The grass is greener and the lake bluer than it was this morning. Words remain unspoken, but the truth is there. His fingers are interlocked with yours. 224.
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edenmemes · 4 years ago
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skyward sword sentence starters
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❝ you promised to meet me before it starts, remember? ❞ ❝ you seem pretty...relaxed about the whole thing. ❞ ❝ is something wrong? what’s the hurry? ❞ ❝ sometimes i just don’t know what’s going on in your head. ❞ ❝ i'm not like you. i fail at everything i try. ❞ ❝ a shrimpy boy like you hardly looks the part of a hero. ❞ ❝ swatting a few monsters will be no trouble for you. ❞ ❝ run and play this time. get in my way again, though, and you’re dead. ❞ ❝ don’t even pretend that was an accident! ❞ ❝ do you doubt these eyes? i look upon your shirt and i see a single thread loose on your sleeve stitching. ❞ ❝ this is no place for one such as you. and yet here you stand. ❞ ❝ i need to vent all this unhealthy anger,     and your agony is such a great stress reliever. ❞ ❝ remember what we discussed. restrain yourself. focus on the task at hand. ❞ ❝ do my words anger you? do my words sting? let them. ❞ ❝ you don’t come by here just to see me, do you? ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? you just made a face like you wanted to say something. ❞ ❝ oh, i get it. you’re trying to weasel out of having to practice. ❞ ❝ i guess it’s not all bad. at least i’m getting paid. ❞ ❝ there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about.... ❞ ❝ would you wake up, straighten up, and grow a backbone already? ❞ ❝ nice try, but you’re not fooling me. ❞ ❝ i...i have to go. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ folks were always cheering me on like it was a parade. but as you know, time passes. ❞ ❝ you keep some very strange company, friend. ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s safe yet...i’m going to stay here awhile longer. ❞ ❝ oh no. you’ve done it now! there’s no escaping this one! ❞ ❝ so, what now? are you going to cry? ❞ ❝ i can’t begin to tell you how sorry i am for pulling you into all of this. ❞ ❝ what is wrong with you? just look at what you’ve done! ❞ ❝ what we’ve seen here today defies explanation. ❞ ❝ you put up more of a fight than i would have thought possible out of such a soft person. ❞ ❝ did you really just draw your sword? foolish. ❞ ❝ should you heed the call of destiny,     i don’t know what dangers you may have to face. ❞ ❝ i can’t help being such a coward...i’m really sorry. ❞ ❝ i fear i spent far too long teasing and toying with you. ❞ ❝ you do your people proud. ❞ ❝ how long do we have to live in constant fear? ❞ ❝ i'll just beat you within an inch of your life! ❞ ❝ dawn is drawing near. it has been a long night for the both of us, hasn’t it? ❞ ❝ you were limp and unconscious. i feared the worst. ❞ ❝ what do you think you’re doing sneaking out with that? ❞ ❝ such a beautiful day, but we’re too busy to enjoy it. some things never change. ❞ ❝ i guess you’ll never learn unless you run into trouble one day. ❞ ❝ look at my face. if that’s your idea of a joke, i’m not laughing. ❞ ❝ you appeared to be relishing that snooze, so i declined to wake you. ❞ ❝ huh? oh, uh, nothing. really, i was, uh...talking to myself. ❞ ❝ you’re looking a little pale... ❞ ❝ i imagine you and i will cross paths again. until then, do not lower your guard. ❞ ❝ you certainly are persistent... ❞ ❝ all that may be well intentioned and true, but it doesn’t mean it’s right. ❞ ❝ i’m prepared to pay the price for what i’ve done. ❞ ❝ i had no idea we were fated to carry such a heavy destiny. ❞ ❝ i need your strength to tip the scales in our favor. ❞ ❝ all this training, and no results! ❞ ❝ all i’ve hears so far is a bunch of babbling about destiny,     but that’s a load of garbage. ❞ ❝ when night draws her tenebrous curtain across the sky, i come here. ❞ ❝ what in the world just happened? did you use some kind of magic? ❞ ❝ please, see it through and prove the legends true. ❞ ❝ i was happy just spending my days hanging around with you. i wanted that feeling to last forever. ❞ ❝ you are vital to a mission of great importance. ❞ ❝ the chances of that happening are just about less than zero. ❞ ❝ i hate to break it to you, but today’s the day i bust up this adorable little fantasyland you’re living in. ❞ ❝ this is a war, and the fate of the land hangs in the balance. ❞ ❝ i know you, and you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ you’re messing with me. say it again, i dare you. ❞ ❝ you float through life with your head in the clouds. ❞ ❝ i don’t do charity for wimps. ❞ ❝ what’s this...? what is it that my eyes behold? ❞ ❝ don’t even think about it! are we clear? ❞ ❝ the point is your work here is done. i got it covered from here. ❞ ❝ my eyes foresee a hazardous, thorny road ahead for you... ❞ ❝ you...this is your fault, you know. ❞ ❝ my heart is bursting with thoughts of you. ❞ ❝ i have a serious dilemma on my mind right now, and you’re distracting me. ❞ ❝ i’ll make you proud. you’ll see! ❞ ❝ feels dangerous. something could jump out at us at any moment. ❞ ❝ we’re talking about a tale that’s been passed down over a lot of years, so i wouldn’t put much stock in it. ❞ ❝ i have the right to experience an unfettered and passionate love, don’t i? ❞ ❝ i’ll tell you, it gives even a big guy like me the creeps. ❞ ❝ oh...how can i get you to notice me? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling nothing i can say will talk you out of it. ❞ ❝ my love for you is wider than the horizon and deeper than the clouds. ❞ ❝ trust my piercing eyes...listen to my pure and innocent voice. ❞ ❝ i feel so excited, so cheerful, so full of life. ❞ ❝ i sense a silent power dwelling somewhere in your frame. ❞ ❝ this turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. ❞ ❝ there’s no doubting it. the gears of fate have begun to turn. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i was lost in thought there for a moment. ❞ ❝ don’t men open doors for a lady anymore? how long am i supposed to stand here waiting for a little chivalry? ❞ ❝ i hate even saying this, but i guess you got it all figured out. ❞ ❝ you must not push yourself. you’re still recovering. ❞ ❝ you think you’re pretty suave, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i know you’re in a hurry, so i really appreciate you taking the time to help. ❞ ❝ i saw it, but i was able to escape by the seat of my pants. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? furious! outraged! sick with anger! ❞ ❝ you’re really something else. i could never imagine myself doing what you’re about to do. ❞ ❝ i must aid you in fulfilling the great destiny that is your burden to carry. ❞ ❝ i should have believed you...i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ lately, when i think about you, my head gets all fuzzy, my heart races, i get short of breath, and i feel all dizzy... ❞ ❝ you should know better than that to fret about me. ❞ ❝ thanks for jumping in there to rescue me. ❞ ❝ hey, hold on there! what are you trying to pull all of a sudden? ❞ ❝ your face cries out in earnest wonder, and that cry is: ‘what’s this?!’ ❞ ❝ i promise up front not to murder you. ❞ ❝ you...didn’t hear any of that, did you? there’s no way you heard, right? ❞ ❝ i tell you, all sorts of weird things are going on lately. ❞ ❝ calamitous visions appear before me... ❞ ❝ you...make me so happy...i think i’m going to keel over... ❞ ❝ i wanted you to be the first to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine a more fitting color for you. it’s as though you were born to wear it. ❞ ❝ i bet you can’t even decide what to have for lunch on your own, huh? ❞ ❝ amazing, right? wrong! it is beyond amazing! ❞ ❝ it can’t be easy for you, can it? ❞ ❝ you’ll see in time that you have your own role to play in all this. ❞ ❝ trust in fate to guide your feet. ❞ ❝ i bet you’re here just to check me out, right? ❞ ❝ i just hope nothing has happened. i’m worried sick thinking about it. ❞ ❝ whoa...you’re kind of imploding my mind right now. ❞ ❝ if you wanna live again one day, you should head for home. ❞ ❝ you have a great journey before you, and those clothes...they don’t look up to the task. ❞ ❝ did you manage to get even a wink of sleep last night? ❞ ❝ ever heard of banging your knuckles against the door? it’s called knocking. ❞ ❝ so, uh...yeah. just how long have you been standing there? ❞ ❝ honestly, it’s almost as though you become a completely different person when you worry about me. ❞ ❝ you showing up here must mean we’re connected somehow. like fate. ❞ ❝ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, i’m feeling a little frustrated, and right now i just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ what’s with you? leave me alone if you don’t want anything. ❞ ❝ hearing that is such a...huge weight off my mind. ❞ ❝ though your journey will put you in harms way, you must endure. ❞ ❝ i'm just deadweight. what kinda use is that to anyone... ❞ ❝ seriously, what is that thing over there?! ❞ ❝ before i say another word, i feel like i owe you an apology. ❞ ❝ during your long journey, you’ve grown so much. ❞ ❝ from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i could tell you had a gentle and generous heart. ❞ ❝ oh dear...i don’t know what’s come over me all of a sudden... ❞ ❝ you don’t appear to have any serious injuries. for that much we can be grateful. ❞ ❝ i can see into those dopey eyes of yours. ❞ ❝ i can finally smile and laugh again! thank you ever so much. ❞ ❝ i think i might of broke something. ❞ ❝ is that it? i thought it was going to put up more of a fight. ❞ ❝ i thought we were goners this time. sort of glad i was wrong about that. ❞ ❝ what? i don’t seem like my usual self? ❞ ❝ this place needs a name. a name fitting for this rugged, adventurous wilderness. ❞ ❝ what were you thinking? you scared a year off my life! ❞ ❝ care to explain just what you meant by ‘our special moment alone’? ❞ ❝ my advice? work hard and wish with all your heart. ❞ ❝ say, you look all flustered. ❞ ❝ i fear we can’t dwell on our success. ❞ ❝ the world is bursting with undiscovered surprises, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly mr/mrs.perfect either, are you? ❞ ❝ this is easily as scary as i thought it would be. ❞ ❝ i swear this neighborhood’s getting crummier every day. ❞ ❝ you ain’t as dumb as you look. ❞ ❝ i was going to ask if you wanted me to take care of you forever... ❞ ❝ i need to learn how to keep these delirious dreams in check. ❞ ❝ maybe you should forget about everything that happened here tonight. ❞ ❝ can you imagine a more gruesome fate? ❞ ❝ there are more monsters about than before, so be careful. ❞ ❝ human desire is an insatiable, fearsome thing. ❞ ❝ i sense an evil presence on the other side of this door. ❞ ❝ you understand, don’t you? i’m not wrong about this, am i? ❞ ❝ i never wanted to lay eyes on you again. ❞ ❝ i would have gotten discouraged if you hadn’t come by to cheer me on. you gave me motivation. ❞ ❝ who do you think you are, getting involved in my business like that? ❞ ❝ i just wish there was more i could do for you... ❞ ❝ i don’t even understand how you could make such a wild accusation! ❞ ❝ it was at that moment i finally realized. i realized that...i love you. ❞ ❝ make sure you come home every now and then. nothing like a good sleep in your own bed. ❞ ❝ you’d better not keep me waiting. ❞ ❝ make sure you put your heart into it! i won’t stand for anything but your best. ❞ ❝ how could you be swayed by the temptation of material gain?     do you have no honor? ❞ ❝ you really want to hear about all my troubles? that’s kind of you. ❞ ❝ you...weren’t supposed to see that whole spectacle. how embarrassing... ❞ ❝ you have only succeeded in buying us a little more time. ❞ ❝ watch it! that’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your life! ❞ ❝ you look like you need to get something off your chest. ❞ ❝ know that all the questions you have now will be answered in time. ❞ ❝ there is nothing natural about these tremors. ❞ ❝ you might just be the person i need! you seem pretty good with the ladies. ❞ ❝ it’s great to hear you’re so confident in me. ❞ ❝ ideal love is unfettered and passionate. anything less than that can’t really be called love at all. ❞ ❝ you're incessant buzzing around my head like some irksome gadfly when i’m this busy is...making me very disagreeable. ❞ ❝ you may not have noticed, but i’m trying to hide here.     could you please scoot along? ❞ ❝ you'd better keep your eyes to yourself, if you know what i mean. ❞ ❝ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❞ ❝ you...you came to see me! i’m so happy. ❞ ❝ your job is simple! you make sure none of these monsters lays a claw on me. not...one...claw. ❞ ❝ now is not the time to be picky about who will help you. ❞ ❝ watch carefully while i demonstrate what a real hero looks like. ❞ ❝ you are something else! there is nothing you cannot do. ❞ ❝ if you think about how often we meet, you have to admit that our relationship has gone beyond friendship, you know? ❞ ❝ i’ll make the affair so excruciating, you’ll deafen yourself with the shrill sound of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i was right, then. there is something special about you. ❞ ❝ i should have reprimanded you the last time we met, but instead i was...soft. ❞ ❝ ha-ha! you didn’t see that coming, did you? ❞ ❝ you really are a snake in the grass. ❞ ❝ you are indeed worthy of being called a hero. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to getting stared at like this. it’s making me blush. ❞ ❝ i can’t hide anything from you, can i? ❞ ❝ the longer i train, the more i realize i’ll never measure up to you. ❞ ❝ whoa...you took out every last one of them. ❞ ❝ i know how bad this must look to you right now, but i assure you i mean no harm. ❞ ❝ it’s all very strange, but i doubt there’s much of a connection between these things. ❞ ❝ you're a weird one, climbing all the way up here. ❞ ❝ don’t cry --- it’s perfectly, mostly safe! ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by that thread of fate. destined to fight. ❞ ❝ meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood. ❞ ❝ i do not wish to dwell on what may have happened if you hadn’t been here. ❞ ❝ you have awakened a wrath that will burn for eons! ❞ ❝ you really like those fantasy stories, eh? ❞ ❝ there is one teensy, tiny thing i lack...namely, mercy. ❞ ❝ i must warn you, i won’t go easy on you this time. ❞ ❝ i might be willing to forgive and forget if you’ll strike a deal. ❞ ❝ since i know i can be honest with you, i’ll admit i got a little sulky. it was frowns all around. ❞ ❝ i see you’re still among the living. ❞ ❝ i saw them dragging you off unconscious, so i tailed them. ❞ ❝ i want you to visit me at my house tonight. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to say a word. i can see how you feel by the spark in your eye. ❞ ❝ you’ll see. i’ll be as tough as you in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not like ‘oh, hey, that person’s back! i’m so happy!’ or anything like that... ❞ ❝ whoa...that’s some really terrible handwriting. ❞ ❝ i would very much like it if you would go out with me. ❞ ❝ truly? you choose me? ❞ ❝ i swear to you, whatever it takes, i will drag you into an eternity of torment. ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by a thread of fate. ❞ ❝ i’ll watch over you, protecting you from afar. ❞ ❝ until then, we’ll keep our love secret. ❞ ❝ this news has just filled my heart with rainbows! ❞ ❝ this place seems strangely familiar... ❞ ❝ don’t you gotta take care of your own business first? ❞ ❝ they’re not going to do anything nice if they catch you. ❞ ❝ it’s not humane to tease someone this bored. ❞ ❝ i’m not some sideshow for you to gawk at. ❞ ❝ it’s weird to say out loud, but that’s just how i feel right now. ❞ ❝ you can’t break me with interrogation. you’ll never make me talk. ❞ ❝ word is there’s a huge treasure hidden in these here ruins... ❞ ❝ what? that’s not weird to say! ❞ ❝ ...i understand your true feelings. better than you know. ❞ ❝ all the fairytales that we heard growing up...they appear all too real. ❞ ❝ do i look sad? no, i’m doing what i want to do! ❞ ❝ i don’t know what came over me! i had no clue i had the talent to make something like this. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here in the open with no way to defend yourself. ❞ ❝ you do have the tendency to cause trouble for those you ‘help’. ❞ ❝ as far as i’m concerned, i got nothing but time. ❞ ❝ don’t you play coy with me. i know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun? ❞ ❝ so you really think a sob story like that is going to work on me? what a joke. ❞ ❝ i’d take pleasure in punishing you, but i have no time for recreation. ❞ ❝ sorry to leave you on your own, but you look like you can handle it. ❞ ❝ remember --- it’s a secret to everybody. ❞ ❝ it isn’t as action packed as what you’re doing, but maybe this is my destiny. ❞ ❝ don’t you just love the way it smells down here? ❞ ❝ defending the land...it’s my purpose, i think. it’s why i’m here. ❞ ❝ what do i know...you might just surprise me. ❞ ❝ fibber! you’re a fibbity fibber! ❞ ❝ you needn’t even say it. i can tell from the look of sheer astonishment on your face. ❞ ❝ you have had this destiny thrust upon you without warning...    or choice, for that matter. ❞ ❝ don’t do anything heroic and get yourself caught. ❞ ❝ ...you want to tell me but you can’t? ❞ ❝ you know, i really worry about you. it’s a weakness of mine. ❞ ❝ try not to get in the way of my shots, ok? ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept a wink in...ahhh...i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❞ ❝ you seem a good deal stronger than the last time we met. ❞ ❝ i would be remiss if i didn’t let you know of the weight on my heart. ❞ ❝ i have a reputation to protect, you know. ❞ ❝ listen closely. do you hear that? 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How to win a heart of Floyd Leech?
a/n: Someone requested this; ask got deleted by accident! Hope you will like it, Anon!
Warning!
Once you start walking through the specific points of the guide, your life will be exposed to the presence of Floyd Leech. Interrupting the action at one of the stages may cause many problems; F. Leech categorizes stopping as "boring", which puts the user of this guide in great danger.
The only way out is to get to the very end. Or not to start at all.
You act at your own risk.
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1.   Be an easy new target.
To one’s surprise, it is much harder not to catch his attention.
You can easily become another entertaining target of Floyd, mostly by doing silly things or him just considering them as ones.
And to automatically get labelled as “silly”, you just need to fall into one of his traps—he prepares them for someone else, maybe for goldfish, maybe for another person given a sea-inspired nickname, expecting to enjoy watching how familiar face twitches with terror as he jumps into the scene and tightly embraces passing student.
But no. You were the one who showed up in the wrong place and time as Floyd jumped out from his hideout, scaring you half to death. With a strangled yelp, you sharply backed away. After gaining a slight flush on your cheeks, you recognised who you just bumped into and quietly gasped.
However, he was much more bewildered than you were.
He had never encountered somebody who wouldn’t just freeze under his touch. Jumping away, gasping, muttering half-hearted apologies and flushing? That’s new.
That’s also entertaining.
Even after your quickly disappearance from the scene, his gaze somehow inexplicably started returning to you.
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2.   Visit Mostro Lounge often.
“We’re looking for someone who would like to work part-time for Azul~” Floyd said, sliding poster across the table. He popped up in front of you unannounced, having your thoughts return to dark reality.
“Oh,” you replied quietly, packing your things faster. “Good luck with it.”
You got up from your seat, but the thought of letting you go just like that didn’t even cross Floyd’s mind.
“Ehh? Shrimpy, aren’t you going to try?” he asked, frowning. You winced a little at the nickname he called you, not sure how to feel about it. “You know, you won’t work there for free.”
Azul will grant your wish.
You fidgeted a little, questioning your response. You heard—who didn’t?—rumours that Octavinelle leader could fulfil any request for a certain price. Ones were working for it, others were paying, and lasts were trading their request with Azul’s one.
The thought of having anything just by working in some café made you consider the offer again—this time quickier.
“I will go,” you decided.
“Hooray!” Floyd smiled cheerfully, just as if he won some grand prize in the lottery. “But what could Shrimpy possibly wish for, to change your response so drastically~?” he wondered but didn’t get any answer in return.
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3.   Be honest.
“Shrimpy...”
You passed Floyd, without sparing him a look. Anyone who has known you for a while would notice that your movements were a bit stiff and creaky.
Once you heard Floyd’s voice, a wave of tiredness struck you as if you didn’t get any sleep last night after working your shift in Mostro Lounge.
There were so many people to serve, so many things to do... and yet, you couldn’t help with anything, still not knowing how everything works, messing up with orders and breaking some plates in process.
Floyd buzzing around you, asking you some random questions (“Shrimpy, have you done it before?”). You answered them quickly, but each of them bumped you out of rhythm, making you forget what you were doing. It also didn’t help that Floyd certainly liked you being disoriented, replying with a shrug and grin on his face at your thundering glances.
So now, after gaining a little trauma from working in Octavinelle’s café, all you could do is ignore Floyd’s presence, silently accusing him of your infamous fiasco.
“Hey, Shrimpy!” he called you again, catching you up. “Are you mad?”
“I am not mad,” you snapped and took an unstable breath. “Look, I just started working, and on my first day I made already so many mistakes—”
“Yeah,” he replied indifferently. “And what with that?”
“...I couldn’t even correctly serve drinks—”
“Oh, stop!” Floyd muffled your mouth with his hand, an annoying look on his face. “I know where it is going. And no, you can’t quit a job, after all my efforts to get you there. It will get boring again!”
“But—”
“Stop, stop, stop,” he corrected his hand on your mouth, now not letting even a sound get through his fingers. “Azul knows that you tried your best. And for these plates you broke, he already added them to your paycheck. You need to practice! Not to give up, Shrimpy!”
You looked up at him, quite stunned by these words. Perhaps he quoted someone from the book or heard someone talking like that...
But it was encouraging. In some way, considering that you couldn’t protest, having your mouth covered. But still, it was encouraging.
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4.   Take classes together.
You can have the power of controlling Floyd’s behaviour, making other students’ life easier. Or you two can be a walking disaster.
Turning alchemy lesson into putting random ingredients into a boiler and praying that the mysterious mixture won’t explode.
History classes started being a regular pinching ritual to keep yourself from falling asleep (you are being pinched more, even when you don’t feel sleepy).
In contrast, flying lessons are peaceful. Nor Jade, nor Floyd, nor Azul are fond of these classes. Floyd is much eager to stand both feet on the ground, watching you practice or having you sulking next to him about heights.
However, if you are a calm, shy, or tranquil person, exchanging little notes or drawings will be a little habit of yours. Handing them discreetly under the eye of sir Crewel is quite a challenge, but it also gives satisfaction once the note was given.
Floyd throws away most of your paper conversations, but the ones he really likes, he cherishes them by keeping them with him, stuffed in his pockets. He will be irritated if anyone would like to see what you two were writing about, even if the talk was about new strawberries delivery for the new recipe.
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5.   Being ticklish or not.
There are two possible scenarios, whether his new, lovely target is ticklish or not.
If is: prepare for being touched a lot. Observing how you quiver with surprise, when he lightly—he especially makes his touch less fierce, knowing very well that tickling isn’t violent—wraps his hands around your waist, making you hold your breath.
He would tickle you a lot, very often making you cry out of laugh and pain that follows sharp writhing and fidgeting, but never that much, to seriously upset you. That’s some luck in such unlucky situation.
If not: he will try to find other weak point. Or will try to make you ticklish—his hands are particularly cold and pressing them to your warm skin, might make you give him a reaction he would enjoy.
Albeit, if you also won’t return any expression even then, he will seriously search for some other weakness. Slightly biting an ear lobe, whispering next to your ear or anything that could make his smile appear, once he made you put him somewhere between “I despise you with each and every cell” and abstract mumbling with the heat on your checks.
Oh, he loves your reactions so much.
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6.   Learn all nicknames he gave other people (you will unlock an option to slightly dish other people).
“Oh Lord...” you muttered to yourself, as your gaze followed scribbled list of names that Jade just passed to you. He willingly connected all student’s names with pseudonyms Floyd gave other people and handed the roaster over to you once you helped him with some kitchen cleaning.
“There are so many, right?” Jade replied with a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure you already memorised some of them, being around Floyd that much.”
You nodded mindlessly as you tried to get names into your head. You mouthed them soundlessly one by one, motivated to learn them by the end of the week.
The chuckle that escaped Jade’s lips startled you, and you realised that he still was in the room. Or that you didn’t leave the Lounge even after your shift has already ended.
“My brother surely didn’t exaggerate anything about you,” he said, his tone a bit more buoyant than ever, although you couldn’t be sure as the thick air of mystery still echoed in his voice. “I wonder how it will finally end?”
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7.   Always share your takoyaki with him.
“What are you hiding, Shrimpy?”
You shuddered at a voice that you did not want to hear at this moment, not for all the world. Unless that the world included a chest filled with takoyaki, which you could give to certain somebody.
You felt that instead of a shashlik of tasty balls, you were holding a knife in your hands, a veritable proof of a crime you had committed. It weighed heavily in your grip, and Floyd's approaching footsteps did not make your situation any better.
It was a time to hide the evidence.
You pushed as much as you could into your mouth and swallowed a few balls without even gnawing them much. You almost choked on them.
“Me? I?” you asked innocently. You sincerely hoped that no sauce or a stray piece of cake was left on your face. “What could I possibly hide?”
"Hmm, hmm~," he drew closer, and you needed all your will gathered, to make yourself stay where you were. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew you were all pale on the face. “With my little eye, I spy something...”
His gaze went down, just to your hands, which you tried to hide behind your back.
Not giving him a clear look at your palms or wooden stick, you turned around on the heel and run with all your might. Your muscles felt somehow stiff as if they also didn’t see a chance to win this race.
Now Floyd was sure you are hiding something, and there is no chance he’ll let it go.
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8.   Watch him at his basketball practice.
81:30 for the blue team!
“Floyd once again started playing wild,” Ace breathed with clear regret in his voice. He glanced your way, frowning at you. “It’s your fault. Please come at practices when Floyd is in my team, not otherwise.”
You laughed awkwardly as he walked away.
A moment later, Floyd reached for a bottle with water and a towel you bravely guarded through the whole practice. He smiled wholeheartedly, happy with the win, water, and your presence.
“How did you like the game?” he asked once he changed from PE clothes and you two started heading towards Octavinelle.
“It was really fun!” you admitted, a speck of amusement appeared in Floyd’s eyes. “The red team didn’t have much time to capture a ball before you got hold of it again.”
“Hehe~ I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I really like to play basketball, even more than ever, when I know that you are watching! That’s why,” he added, sincerity well-heard in his voice, “you need to come even more often!”
You nodded happily.
You just couldn’t mind it, all that accompanying him.
It was... fun.
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9.   Dance, dance, dance!
Heels tapped on the floor and the sound of these steps would probably have spread through the room, if not for the jazz music pounding through Mostro Lounge’s speakers.
Floyd pulled you closer, letting a playful smile on his lips stretch even more. You couldn’t help but smile back, before gasping as he spun you around your axis. You lost balance and would fall if not steady grip around your waist, as Floyd leaned on closer to you, making you bend on one leg more and entirely rely on his touch.
Last notes of melody faded, and you still were in that pose, facing each other. With each second, Floyd’s face was changing from some form of amazement to amusement, finally letting you properly stand.
“Ha... When did you learn to dance so smoothly?” you asked smiling in wonder.
“Hehe~ With legs you can dance a lot more than in the sea,” he answered. “On land, it’s super fun~”
You nodded at his words.
Floyd was a wonderful dancer.
But you can’t be sure if being a good dancing partner is the only thing that made you feel all warm and fuzzy because butterflies still didn’t leave your stomach.
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10.            “Let’s do something fun!”
“Here is your paycheck,” Azul handed you a white envelope, sealed with a stamp with the Octavinelle logo. “And you, [Name], was also working for some request, right?”
You nodded as you stared at the envelope.
Somehow, knowing how stupid the lingering thought in your mind was, you couldn’t bear to look up. If you would, your gaze would probably ignore all the elegant furniture of the room, even the owner of the room, Azul, just to settle on Floyd.
If you saw anything more than his shoes, that stupid thought would make their way outside, turning plans into action.
And Floyd unknowingly did everything to make them come true.
“Shrimpy,” he cupped your face with his hands, judging by his voice he seemed quite... worried? When he made you look in his olive and gold eyes, you started holding your breath. “Are you okay?”
With that question, your strong will to wish for something expensive or practical was broken.
You started fidgeting more, not knowing how to express your thoughts in words. “I think I have a request... a question for Floyd, rather than for you, Azul...”
Azul nodded at first uncertain and the room has fallen into silence once again until you spoke.
“Well, Floyd,” you turned to him, trying your best not to wander your gaze away from him, “Please, take your time with answering, but I want your response to be, uh, honest.”
You were tripping onto your own words, embarrassment soaring in your body as you started to think that you should’ve kept quiet. But Floyd was patient with your answer, as well as Jade and Azul who observed the situation as if they predicted it before.
“I mean- Okay, just answer the question.” You took an erratic breath. “Would you like to—”
“Sure!” Floyd interrupted you before even hearing the whole question. “I would like to do everything with you.”
You stood there, all confused. But, by Floyd’s expression you knew that he guessed what you wanted to say. Face heating up, you forgot about Azul and Jade, who hid a chuckle by turning his head to the side.
“How fun,” he said as Floyd wrapped his arms around you, as if shielding you from other people in the room.
“I won’t share Shrimpy with you, Jade. Not a chance.”
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