#wow i got long winded and slightly emotional

[kamisama1kiss]

Larry Johnson { Classmates with equal interests }

This is an old story I made a while back 😝 hope you guys enjoy the small little story I tried to fix to at least readable this time around. Don't worry, requests are being worked on at this very moment 😚🫶

Tapping the pencil on the tan wooden desk as their eyes scanned outside as the rain was booming down as if there was never going to be a tomorrow as leafs waved in the wind as they flew past in a rush, a soft sparkling sound could be heard with the lights being poorly lighting up the old classroom.

The teacher spoke, yet the words fell on deaf ears. Meanwhile, they focused on everything around instead. Their mind as being easily distracted also didn't help much to their displeasure. The class went on when a sentence had finally reached out, shifting to face the teacher listening to her one toned monotone voice.

"In this project you need to partnered up with someone" before she could continue several voices were whispering amongst the students, "Groups have already been chosen, the remaining of class will be used for discussion." Many groans were heard, and a lot of grumpy teenagers' faces were visible in the room.

The only thing that would maybe scare them about this project depended on who they got with it. Maybe it could mostly be because who would wanna be partnered up with 'the quiet kid' huh? Most people.

"Last group is Larry Johnson and {Name} {Last Name}. Group up and talk." Which was the last words heard from her, having moved her focus back at her desk as she schemed at some sort of papers. Clinging on to some sort of hope that they'd survive this project.

While they sat as thoughts ran through their head, a voice interrupted that train as they blinked. Their eyes met with a pair of brown eyes, "Hey {Name}, right?" Long brown hair softly framing his face as a beauty mark placed underneath his right eye, he was pretty decent looking. "Yeah, Larry, correct?" A soft smile creept its way to their lips, trying to keep the awkward tension to minimum.

"Mhm" Keeping a good mood. "How would you like to do the project? I am currently blank myself, " shrugging his shoulder sheepishly with a lazy boyish grin on his face. "Oh yeah. We have had about the nature lately, so we can just keep it simple with that theme? Like sustainability of some sort?"

Looking at him waiting for a response, but he only nodded, seeming as if he didn't mind, "Yeah, that could be an easy topic without too much stress. Chill." He agreed, nodding with tiny lip curl.

"Thinking the same." scribbling down the idea in the book which was used as notes. Facing Larry again with an almost nervous smile, that never actually seemed to have left. Not used to interacting with someone. Complaining? Slightly, but that was before their eyes landed on the big letters on the tan t-shirt he was wearing.

"Sanitys Fall?" They mumbled softly, which he had heard easily enough as a bright smile appeared. "You know them?" he spoke excitedly, which shocked them as it suddenly was a bit louder than before, even seemingly more interested in talking. Happily answering. "Yeah, I do"

Almost as if new life had shot throughout his body, Larry leaned forward as his elbows rested crossed on the desk. The left leg bounced. "Wow, I don't often meet people who even know about them. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Stopped yapping, waiting for a reply from them. They were speechless for a few seconds before the words poured out like a waterfall. "Really? That's shocking. I've known about them since the first release." Taking a short breath.

"I have had to hide that interest, not every accepted at home." Their expression showed excitement, yet it lingerd a more of an upset filter underneath. Greeted with a rare emotion of no judgedment.

"Fucking that suck man, we can talk about it now? I've got a friend who also likes SF. " He smiled back. His joy could be reminded of a little kid in a candy store. "If it isn't too much of a trouble, I would love to."

"No, no. I dont mind. How about later today? After school." An eye-closed chuckle escaped from him, recreating a similar smile on their own expression. His smile was contaiges.

Pausing for a brief moment, "I am not exactly the most... social person." Rubbing the back of their own hand, the pencil being back on the table. Their expression now faltering for a little. "Don't even worry, Sal is chill with new people."

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Disappointed, this conversation had to come to an end. Larry had looked at the clock on the beige wall before turning back to them. "Later?" Saying with more of a questionable look, "Yeah.. later." Nodded at him.

Larry stood up with these words, grabbing his red bag, which he had next to him on the floor, which went unnoticed by them, not having seen the bright red bag before now. Their eyes looked around the bag to see all the different designs, which looked mostly hand-made or stuck on there. He was a creative person.

Lifting a hand as to say bye before he left the room before making his way to god knows where. This small, friendly movement made their face heat up the slightest bit, almost not even noticeable. Being left in class smiling to themselves before snapping back and leaving for next class.

[minas-linkverse]

Ngl I was going to ask about Breath of the Wild but I’d thought you’d get a million of those asks lol. I was also torn between asking about Wind Waker, so whichever one you want to answer more is chill!!

haha yea I thought I'd get a million asks too! Somehow even now this remains the only botw ask, I guess people just figured it must've been sent already 😅

Now to actually share my thoughts on botw... Man I hope people don't get mad at me.

I did not like it!. The first play through I had was mildly exciting simply due to there being a whole unknown world to see, but after a while that gimmick wore off. I knew that if I made my way to the cool looking mountain or interesting abandoned building I'd just find a bokoblin and/or a chest with a gem. Whats the point of a gorgeous expansive world when all I find is the same...! 😫

Oh wow! A town with a whole new atmosphere and culture I sure wonder what I'll get up to h- Ok they have the same shops with slightly different items. Ok cool. There's like a few small quests for more inventory filler I don't really need. Cool cool.

I understand that the game is really fun for some people, they'll do quests just to get to play more of the game. They want all that extra stuff to upgrade armour and really get into the nitty gritty mechanics of the game... But I did not. It was not for me.

Also ouugh the puzzles...! My favourite part of Zelda games is the puzzle solving, but these were in no way satisfying and often more fun to just break. Why would I bother even trying to get into the devs heads when A) I could just break it and B) I have too many options to consider! I can't possibly get a clean eureka moment when everything from monster guts to just climbing could be the solution...! Where's the engaging simplicity of knowing exactly what you have and following the devs' clues to reach the solution!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaa--

I also disliked the story, all the interesting bits in it happened a 100 years ago and I feel like I arrived late with a starbucks. I also will not get over the weird ending cutscene!! After countless fascinating memories of Zelda having very complex emotions at Link... What do you mean you're just going to have a vaguely romantic "Do you still remember me?" YEAH I DO, I thought u disliked me! Which is a fascinating story direction I would've loved continued but OK! I guess we're ignoring that! Women cant be angry that makes them less cute and marketable, I guess!!!!

I... Sorry this is so ranty, I've been holding it in a long time. I think there's a lot to love in botw and I wish I wasn't so sour about it. Other people's love and excitement for it is wonderful and I hope they keep making the art they love. If its your first game in the series and got you into it, that's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm just a grumpy old man waving at cloud /ref.

Honestly I think botw could've been wonderful if it was a new IP. It feels all the Zelda stuff was sort of glued onto a concept that wasn't prepared to carry that mantle. It would've been better off with a new exciting world and cast of characters. It still wouldn't be a game I much care for, but the freedom that could've granted the developers would've been a treat to see.

It's worth adding that even though I dislike botw, I want to treat the characters of that game with respect and care in my comic. I may not love them in game but I can see the passion others have and I am committed to make something worth their time. Your special guys are safe with me. I have 0 desire to dunk on them, and instead wish to honour the love you all have. In a way I'm learning to love them myself through that.

[vincess-princess]

we, the psychos

ch. 3

ch. 1 ch. 2

Word count: 3421 Warnings: violence A/N: wow, seems this fic is bound to be updated every two years or so... seeing the surge in interest to it after a couple of my reblogs, so hope you enjoy it!

A key turning in the lock woke Tommy up. Through a small window on the door he could see someone’s neck, and the window was located just a little below his eye level. Tommy blinked in confusion – was the guest really that tall? – but the answer came a second later.

Yeah, the guest – a nurse, judging by the white coat - was tall, even taller than Tommy, which was a rarity. The nurse’s long blond hair was tied down into a ponytail, but a few stray locks rested on his neck, moving slightly by the draft from the hall. Tommy was so captivated by them he didn’t notice the awkward pause which the nurse also aptly used to stare back at the new patient. The regular staff that wasn’t informed about Tommy was probably equally mystified by the new guy, Tommy later realised.

The nurse was the one to break the silence.

“Lee, right?” he said, glancing at a piece of paper in his hand. “The newbie?”

Tommy only nodded, examining the nurse’s face. Tiredness hid in the corners of his eyes, in the curves of his lips, in the delicate circles of his nostrils. If he had some good night’s sleep, Tommy would call him handsome. If let down, his hair (dyed very coarsely, with black roots visible; the asylum dress code was sure way laxer than at Bass estate) would probably reach his shoulder blades; his lean body wore a white robe like others would wear gowns.

“Do you have like, a surname or something?” the nurse looked back at the paper, then up at Tommy again, frowning. “There’s only “Lee” here.”

Oh, how clever of his father. Just take away his name, refuse any mentions of Tommy belonging to his family. Just Lee. That’s what was seemingly written in his medical history, or what the nurse was holding there.

“It’s Tommy, actually,” Tommy said. “Tommy Lee”.

“Ah, good,” the nurse smiled friendly, and it was like a whiff of warm wind in the cold air of the room. “Tommy Lee it be, then. Some patients don’t even remember their names,” he explained. “A couple more questions. Who is the king of our kingdom?”

“King?” Tommy blinked in confusion. “I thought we have a queen.”

“Correct. And what year it is now?”

“Eighteen ninety-two?”

“Correct,” the nurse nodded, making a note on the paper, “again. At least you’re aware of your surroundings.” He looked over Tommy and frowned again. “What brought you here? You look and sound normal.”

“Not for long,” Tommy promised glumly. He never knew when exactly it was going to hit him, but it always came back, earlier or later.

“Huh, alright then.” The nurse didn’t look wary at all. On the contrary, he smiled warmly. “We’ll see. Now, I’ve gotta see you off to the canteen. It is said here,” he pointed at the paper, “that you should eat not with patients, but with staff. We’ve never had such requirements before. Also all of this,” he waved his hand around, meaning, probably, the carpet and the curtains, “not something you usually see in a public asylum. I guess whoever put you here wanted to make sure your life is alright, as much as it can be alright in this place.”

“I guess.” Tommy shrugged, trying not to give away the emotion that overcame him. This name would never leave his life completely, hard as he tried to erase it. Basses even here had it better than everyone else.

“You guess,” the nurse confirmed seriously. “Now, Mr. Tommy Lee, I shall see you off to the canteen, so get out of bed. Have you got your hospital robe already?”

“Should I?” Tommy frowned. He hadn’t seen these robes yet, but he suspected they would be far from fashionable. And fashion was probably the only thing in the world Tommy actually cared about.

“I guess?” the nurse said at first seriously, but then couldn’t hold back a laugh at. “Yes, Mr. Tommy Lee. You may be dining with the doctors but you’re still a patient.”

“I’m not like them,” Tommy resented. “I’m not going to wear it. I have enough of my own clothes.”

The nurse raised an eyebrow, suddenly serious. “Listen, Mr. Tommy Lee. Whoever you were in life, here you are just a patient. Like everyone else. Even the curtains in your room don’t change that. You do what the nurses tell you to do, or they’ll do that against your will.” He talked calmly, not a hint of anger on his face or in his voice, but it still sent shivers down Tommy’s spine. He wasn’t used to being ordered around like that. The urge to lower his gaze overcame him, but he pushed it away – he isn’t submitting to some nurse in a public asylum! His father might be a total asshole, but what he did teach Tommy was that Basses had the right to demand respect from anyone anywhere. Even here.

But Thomas Bass Sr. no longer had a son.

The silence in the room got heavier with every second. The nurse kept looking at Tommy with his clear, calm eyes. And Tommy hurriedly tried to come up with a witty answer.

The nurse tilted his head to the side, examining Tommy from head to toes.

“Get up.”

“I told you I’m-“

“Get up, I need to see your measurements,” the nurse interrupted him. “I just wanna see how tall you are. We may not have anything of your size.” He looked critically over Tommy and shook his head. “No. You’re too tall. We’ll have to alter some that we have… Alright. You can wear this to breakfast. But it’s only for this day. Get it?”

Tommy just nodded, not sure how he was supposed to react. He was convinced they would force him into a hospital robe sooner or later – but for now, it was postponed. And tomorrow he’ll come up with something else.

“Now, come with me,” the nurse turned to the door. “I shall see you off to the canteen - finally.”

“Thanks,” Tommy said, and he meant it all the way. “What’s your name, by the way? There’s no one to introduce us to each other, unfortunately, so I have to ask you directly.”

“My goodness,” the nurse smiled, “you surely are different. I like it, though. This place can make you forget about basic manners. I’m Mckagan. Michael Mckagan.” He stretched out his hand.

Tommy shook it. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Mckagan.”

“Oh, come on. No misters here. You can call me Duff, just don’t do it in front of the doctors.”

Duff? What kind of name was that? It sounded more like a sound an animal would make. Though who was Tommy, who just discarded his surname, to judge?

“Sure.”

“You must be thinking now who the fuck would call themselves like that?” the nurse- no, Duff, - laughed. “I get it. It’s just my preference. If you like Michael more, go by it.”

“Why would I? So many Michaels in the world, but I’m pretty sure you’re the first-” and the last– “Duff I’ve ever met.”

***

Tommy’s ward must have been far from other wards, because he only began seeing patients once he and Duff went down the stairs. Tommy thought seeing so many psychos in one place wouldn’t be much of a shock, as he has dealt with one for his whole life, but what he saw… well, it sure was depressing. There were different faces, young and old, some of them still with traces of their past beauty, others – with traces of the owner’s sins. But what scared him the most was the tiredness, the exhaustion ingrained in all the faces. It must be hard to bear the weight of a mental illness in such an unhospitable place like this. Would Tommy’s face look the same after a couple of years here?..

He looked at patients, and they looked back at him. All of them, each and every one. Their gazes were like insects on his skin, crawling and biting, getting into his ears and eyes. Tommy shook his head to shake them off, but it didn’t help. He barely managed to stop himself from grabbing Duff’s robe, but couldn’t help but raise his hands to his face to check if there were bugs there. There weren’t any, of course – they were always faster than him, faster by a tenth of a second.

They separated from the line of psychos near the stairs and climbed up. There it was, the canteen for the staff, on a balcony overseeing the main room where patients dined. Tommy suddenly realized he had absolutely no desire to go there. Among the insane he was a newbie, of course, but at least one of them; the staff was a completely different kind of crowd, and for some reason Tommy knew they wouldn’t be very welcoming to him.

His train of thought was interrupted: Duff opened the door and nudged Tommy inside. Suddenly, all eyes were on him – again.

Duff opened the door to leave, and Tommy began to panic.

“Wait, you aren’t going?” Tommy grabbed the sleeve of the nurse’s robe with all the force he could manage. Duff gently unclenched his fingers.

“Sorry, man, I’ve gotta look after the patients,” hesounded apologetic, but closed the door nevertheless, leaving Tommy inside with all those other doctors and nurses, not a single friendly face among them.

Turning around now felt like a torture. Everyone – every single one of the staff – was looking at him now.

“Hey, you! Wrong door?” a dark-skinned man with an impressive mane of curly hair called out. “This is the staff canteen. Yours is just down the stairs.”

“I was told I am going to eat with the staff.” Tommy felt a sudden urge to grab something and squeeze it, to let go the tension in his body.

“You?” the curly-haired nurse arched his eyebrow. “Who told you that?”

“It’s alright, Hudson,” someone suddenly called out from the back of the canteen. A man rose up from the table in the farthest corner, the only one that had tablecloth on it, and headed towards Tommy. The latter froze on place under an intent gaze of the man who was almost as tall as Tommy and twice as wide in the shoulders. “Mr. Duren talked to me about this. You must be Lee, right?”

“Right.”

“Good. Grab a plate and go get some porridge over there, in the corner.”

Tommy looked around once again, feeling like he was shrinking under all the gazes, looking at him with curious disapproval, like he was a bug under glass with a dozen of scientists looking at him from behind it. He wasn’t a bug. He didn’t want to be under glass every time he ate.

“Thank you, I’m not hungry,” he said quickly, opened the door and rushed down the stairs. There, in a much bigger but dirtier room, the patients were eating. Upon the first glance there wasn’t many of them, about seventy, but for such a number of people the room was strangely quiet. Those who spoke did so in hushed voices, and the bang of the door against the wall that Tommy pushed too hard echoed through the room, attracting their attention. Oh no.

The gazes of seventy psychos were making his skin itch, and a desire to just slam the door shut and retreat to the safe solitude of his ward overwhelmed him. By miraculous effort he forced himself to step into the room. Some gazes were curious, some indifferent, but all of them bore the mark of such weariness Tommy shuddered. Will he turn into something like that, with no desire to live whatsoever, in a few years?

He awkwardly made his way along the wall to the counter where they handed out food, grabbed a plate of porridge and headed to the only free spot he noticed. The patients at the table for some reason didn’t spread evenly along the bench, instead sitting in two clusters by both sides of the spot. When Tommy landed there, someone beside him exhaled loudly. Tommy looked there in confusion, but couldn’t pick out the one who did it. Frowning, he started eating the cold, sticky porridge, but didn’t get past two spoons.

The door opened again, and two people walked in. One was a red-headed nurse, young and handsome, with a grim expression on his face. Tommy’s gaze slid past him and stopped on the second one. The messy-haired blonde man in a straitjacket sauntered in as if he was the head of the place. The nurses at the counter and by the walls exchanged cautionary looks.

The nurse began to untie the knots on the straitjacket of the newcomer, who watched him lazily, with a one-sided grin. He told the nurse something, and the guy’s ears flushed pink while his fingers were fiddling with the knots.

Tommy looked around. Everyone’s eyes were on the guy. And, for some reason, on Tommy.

He blinked in surprise when the blonde gave the nurse a kiss on the lips, no shyness or restraint at all. He always thought such people would be more discreet in places like this, with the general attitude towards them in all-male spaces and the scarcity of women, but maybe that was a part of the man’s illness. The poor nurse stormed off, and the guy headed straight towards Tommy, waving his arms to warm them up.

He leaned at the table right across Tommy, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You must be the newbie.”

“News spread fast, I see,” Tommy said, his voice quieter than he wanted it to be, but at least it wasn’t shaking. The man had a bad atmosphere around him, something sinister in that crooked grin of his. Tommy couldn’t bring himself to look into his eyes, so instead he looked at his hands on the table. His knuckles were red and skinned. Did he get to put his fists to use often?

“No, I just never seen you before,” the man replied. “And with that face, I would have remembered you.” He smirked and curved an eyebrow, but the playful glint in his face went away as quickly as it came. “Now, you might not know that, which is the only reason why I still haven’t decked you in your pretty face, but that’s my spot. Get out.”

The audacity rendered Tommy speechless for a moment.

“But I was here first,” he said, gripping his spoon tighter, rage rising its ugly head inside his chest. He might be one of them now, but that didn’t mean they got to order him around. Especially this one, conceited like a barber’s cat.

“I don’t give a shit. Move your ass somewhere else,” the blonde leaned closer to Tommy, his eyes darkening. Tommy looked around nervously, but no one was willing to take his side, even the nurses talking quietly at the front of the room seemingly paid no mind to what was happening right in front of their eyes. Judging by the straitjacket in which the man arrived to the canteen, he was a dangerous patient. Weren’t they supposed to look after him?

“No,” Tommy said, the spoon in his hands on the verge of snapping in half. “I was here first.”

Someone let out a whistling sigh. The blonde tilted his head to the side, examining Tommy with his cold gaze. The tension between them was so intense the air seemed to warm up with just their gazes.

“Alright. Nobody will say I didn’t give you a chance,” the blonde said, and the next thing Tommy knew, his chair fell down and his head hit the floor from the powerful blow the man dealt him in the eye.

Well, that was fucking it. Holding onto the table, Tommy got up. His vision went black in the corners of his eyes, but he saw his target very well – the smug, content face with a mane of blonde hair around it.

Tommy punched him in the jaw and, miraculously, hit it, hard enough to make the man yelp and recoil. While he was recovering from the hit, Tommy jumped over the table, pushing several plates off it, and stood right in front of his opponent. The guy turned out shorter than him and barely reached his nose with the top of his head. And this shortie was talking shit?

Well, he asked for that. Tommy hit him again, this time in the stomach. The man dodged, but not completely, still stunned from his previous attack, and Tommy’s punch did elicit a groan from him. Tommy’s head was still spinning, blood rumbled in his ears, but it didn’t stop him from trying to kick the man in the shin, which he missed. The man used it to his advantage, grabbed Tommy by the hair and tried to punch him again. Tried, because that was when nurses ran up to them and pulled them apart. It took three nurses to hold the blond man in place – he was screaming bloody murder and kicking like crazy until the nurses pinned him to the floor and handcuffed his wrists behind his back. The hate in his undecipherable screams filled the air, to the point that Tommy could almost grab it with his hand, hate towards him or the nurses, he wasn’t sure. Two nurses were holding Tommy by the arms, but he didn’t try to fight, and they released him once the blonde man was out of sight. His screams could still be heard down the hall.

Everyone’s eyes were on Tommy now. The wide-shouldered nurse approached him.

“Lee! A fight, on the first day? You’re a delight to have in the hospital, I see,” he said. There was something uncanny in his voice, something Tommy didn’t quite get. Maybe it was Tommy’s sick imagination, seeing threat in everyone. “This is a surefire way to the solitary confinement, you know. Michael, take him to his ward. No breakfast for him today.”

“But I didn’t start it,” Tommy said somewhat defiantly. “I did nothing bad. Should I have let him just hit me like that?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the nurse waved his hand. “We allow no fights in this facility. Michael! What are you waiting for?”

Tommy opened his mouth to reply, but Duff’s strong fingers already squeezed his arm and pulled him forward, to the door out of the canteen. After several minutes of wandering along identical corridors and staircases, they arrived at Tommy’s ward.

“Are you alright?” Duff finally spoke. Tommy’s cheek still hurt from the punch, and sparks danced in front of his eyes with every movement of his head, but he only noticed that now, his mind having been replaying the fight scene in front of his eyes all that time. His knees suddenly went slack, and he plopped down onto the bed with a groan.

“Just a bruise,” he winced, carefully touching his cheek. The punch was solid, but didn’t break anything. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know Dr. Duren has ordered to let Wharton out of the padded cell,” Duff said guiltily. “He only spent a night there. Usually they keep him there for at least a day.”

“A day?” Tommy frowned. “And all that time - in the straitjacket?”

“Yeah.” Duff shrugged. “Don’t feel sorry for him, Tommy. He deserves twice more than that. He’s a curse of the whole asylum.”

Tommy remembered the almost inhuman screams and shuddered. “Why… why did he do that? People would have moved to give him some space if he asked.”

“You’re a newbie,” Duff said, “no doubt he wanted to pick at you – to test you, maybe. He’s also… well, let’s say you should never turn his back to him when in the shower. He’s obsessed with sex and violence. A delight to have in the hospital, like nurse Simmons says.” He reached for the doorhandle, but turned back to Tommy to say something again. “Sorry for what happened. I can’t bring you breakfast, but I have some crackers in my locker. You want them?”

“I’d like some,” Tommy nodded. “And what’s next? Am I just sitting here until lunch?”

“The doctor will come see you soon. And then patients usually work in the garden. I doubt they’ll force you to do it, though, so you can just enjoy the fresh air.” Duff stepped out of the door. “Take care, Tommy.”

[riacte]

i never really paid attention to it but wow false and ren. they really do hover around each other huh. they r like bugs

Hiii anon thanks for the ask <3 I'll use this to talk about them and them in fanon because I have thoughts woooo (and I'm vibrating with excitement because I'm listening to the HC Grand Prix at the same time)

You said it exactly— like we all know they're buddies and stick together, but most of the times, we don't really notice it because it's just natural. Nondescript even. Like of course their pixels are next to each other in the background. Of course they're hanging out. It's not flashy or anything, they're just there.

[long and winding analysis that goes off in a Direction, will definitely not be maintagged, mentions of shipping and the fandom's worst enemy (comphet / heteronormativity)]

Pairing up

They're like those anime characters who are fully fleshed out individually, but for some reason, their screentime is tied together and they're always shown next to each other. That was actually my first impression of them back when I only watched Grian in HC6 lmao, every time Grian flew over the fantasy district he would casually go "that's False and Ren's bases" and my brain was like "hmm new names :) idk who they are but they stick together :)". Like you know when you're new to an unknown cast of people so you try to comprehend and memorise them as efficiently as possible? And so you start sorting the cast into duos / groups so it's easier to remember them? That was me trying to compartmentalize the hermits in HC6. Grian + Mumbo. Iskall + Stress. Scar + Cub. Joe + Cleo. ZIT. False + Ren.

It did not help that from Grian's POV, there was a part in the civil war arc when he collabed with False to prank Ren because they thought he'd pranked her and so my brain was like "weeewoooo I still don't know who False and Ren are but they continue stick together, and that's convenient for my internal sorting :)))". And that mutual association genuinely never stopped lmao (it only got worse).

Shared audiences?

I've talked about this on privtwt: False+Ren as a fanon duo (like duo Duo as in desert duo) is strangely niche even though they do stuff together all the time and they're both fairly popular on their own. And there is so much intermingling between their audiences— I know this is the case for all hermits' audiences, but it seems especially obvious between their audiences. I know in a stream Ren said he met up with False and they had a discussion like years ago about the two of them hosting a meet and greet with fans in a restaurant (that didn't happen) and internally I was like "yeah, that'll only work if they have a solidly integrated fanbase so no one feels left out in the restaurant WAIT. That's literally what's going on here".

Funny how when I was writing this, an anon sent an ask about Ren's chat basically being full of False emotes LOL. Integrated audience kinda real <3 like, even if you only watch one of them and don't actively watch the other, you still know and think of the other fondly.

Different styles? And sticking together

Actually outside of yayyy fun minigames, to me at least they have quite different styles + ways of presentation? Which feels slightly different from the above duos I mentioned? So I totally understand why people only main one of them and don’t watch the other (but still aware of the other obviously). In terms of taste and personal preference, I’ve been here long enough to know what loyal False mains generally like and what loyal Ren mains generally like. (Like, very verrrry generally.) Ren’s the dramatic roleplay storyteller and False is like, sneaky and shifty and has a wry sense of humour. They’re both funny and charming in different ways. I would say Iskall and Stress have similar presentations (“aha? AHA?”) even though they excel at different things. Cub and False are also similar to me— competent and cool people who are nonchalantly chaotic. And we all know Ren and Martyn’s instant chemistry and their similarities. It’s why a lot of Ren fans gravitated to Renchanting and Rendoc for their dramatics and flirting in the way some False fans gravitate to Fress and Falseren for the fun/mildly hysterical/teasing/sweet/pranking moments.

BUT

False and Ren bounce off each other well— it’s the playful tension and the sudden mutual whiny energy like “noooo don’t leave me🥺” but they start hitting each other 0.5 seconds later. And of course the mutual clinginess. I know people have made jokes about how they’re both smart and competent people individually but when they get together they suddenly become the silliest sillies and share one braincell <3 and I know people (read: mutuals in my DMs) have joked about Ren’s currently extremely obvious bias for her (it's as big as the BRR sign I swear 😭) and the usual “orbiting around each other group recordings”. Compared to other duos, they don’t get paired together bc of similar presentations / style. They get paired together because of the chemistry and they share so many moments lol.

Tldr: they make for entertaining on-screen interactions. It’s fun watching them rotate around each other and punch each other off things. And they do this so much that 1) everyone’s aware of it 2) everyone’s used to it.

Branding? (Or the lack of it)

Last I checked, their tag has 46 fics on Ao3 and 16 of those fics are from me (I love being spiders georg). As with every pair that's not the juggernaut pair, realistically the actual number of fics that actually focus on them is less than what we see. And you know how sometimes for the "niche" pairs, there's more ship fic than platonic fic? (Actually I think for most pairs, there's more ship fic than platonic fic.) That's also not it, they don't even have 20 ship fics. Like clearly, the current fanon interest in them is not ship motivated versus *gestures to whatever is happening in the general shipping chaos post 2021*.

What I concluded is that they lack the kind of branding that for example Convex possesses. I think it's kind of because... they're an ubiquitous constant throughout the years. They don't need a storyline or a named group to tie themselves together. No matter what they're doing, no matter what characters they're playing, no matter which servers they're on— they just kind of stay in each other's orbits. But they don't play it up or anything like hashtag SHIPrendoc or Renskall or whatever. They don't even have a proper fanon name ffs (outside of fairy pirate grotto or whatever in HC6).

(Although imo this is likely to avoid comphet irl shipping because God forbid a man and a woman are friends :))))) heteronormative irl shipping / truthing was an annoyance for years (pre the HC6 boom). But strangely enough, modern anti hermitshippers on Twitter rarely bring up the real problem of truthing in public comments and instead target people making Scarian fanart in a small corner or whatever. When many cases of Compulsory Heterosexuality literally exist in YouTube comments. But I digress.)

Ren and False are just there, pranking each other and basing together and playing five million minigames and being casually supportive of each other. Like, their biggest shared "storyline" that left a strong impression on fans / converted fans was probably MCC9. We all still talk about it today the way Ren and Martyn still talk about 3L Renchanting. And MCC9 was in 2020 when they'd already done a lot of stuff together prior to that (eg. literally being neighbours in HC6).

And the thing is, they do collab semi-frequently. In like every Hermitcraft season. In recent memory, we've got the Blue River Raceway of course, but we also get those pranks and minigames and random silly interactions like Ren breaking into False's eagle and False pranking him at her elytra race. It doesn't need to be big and theatrical in classic Ren fashion (I remember the Renbob / Falsewell storyline in HC6; her nonchalance and confusion was so funny in contrast to Renbob's hippie demeanor).

And I kind of like the way they've kind of (?? or not???) escaped from the intense duo-ification from the fandom. Okay, to be fair, I know I am the worst offender of the duo-ification of them (with my desperate do not separate agenda), and maybe I've had a negative effect on the fandom, so feel free to throw me off my soap box. I remember how hermitblr as a collective suddenly lost it when they split in MCC17. We took them for granted, we all got to used to them being together, we got used to seeing them in the background, and then suddenly they’re not??

So we’re all kind of aware of them. But it’s not a terribly big thing…. until it is.

It's the same on the M/CC Reddit. Everyone knows they're iconic. But nobody makes a post about how we need more False and Ren duo interactions because they already interact a lot. It's just a natural constant. They don't really need a spotlight because they're just... here doing funky cute friendship stuff.

But if they ever, for some reason, become a mainstream duo on twt in its mainstream duo way with some [insert random noun] duo name, I will be so 🫠���🔥💥🔥💥. But I literally cannot see this happening unless they team with Grian / Grian adjacent people in Life series. But even then I think they’re kinda exempt because everyone’s so used to them lol. It’s not like a shiny new uwu duo. It’s like how Stresskall is just Stresskall. Or Jleo.

(Actually, speaking of Stresskall, the entire Stress-Iskall-Ren-False group would make for an interesting fanon discussion bc it’s essentially made out of very solid and fan favourite duos. But not now. Team FRIS my absolute beloved though.)

Also, thinking about the ensemble HC fics I've read and how they're just casually kind of chilling in the background. Ren is usually paired with Doc (both platonic / romantic) but False is usually somehow mentioned in a passing comment. Same with False who's usually with the Hermitgals in ensemble fics, but there's also passing comments about her hanging out with Ren. Again, it's just a natural part of the background. Trivia that's sprinkled in between.

And that's why I think I'm so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 because it doesn't need to be big and grand... it's all the little moments <3 they have such a fun and playful dynamic and all the love for minigames <3

I don’t know if this is comprehensible or I’m just going crazy and overthinking things no one thinks about. But writing this was fun at least <3 If at least one person gets maybe 30% of this post (whatever it is), I'll be happy haha.

Post sponsored by the three people who liked my tweet from months ago 🥹

[cobawrites]

A Gust of Wind (Vash x Reader), Chapter 3

Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Romance. No real tw’s for this chapter, but see warnings for chapters 1 and 2, and some future chapters. Reader awakens to an unfamiliar world, left alone and struggling with mental health problems from before the crash. Vash emerges as a guiding light for Reader, and vice versa.

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                                                    A Gust of Wind

                                                       Chapter 3

              The following morning woke you with a pounding headache. You supposed that’s just what happens when you spend all day hiking up tall cliffs, under two scorching desert suns, with no food or water.

              Wait a minute… Hiking all day? You jumped into an upright position in surprise, regretting your decision slightly as your vision dimmed from the sudden movement. Had you passed out before reaching the cliffs? You could have sworn…

              You looked around, severely disoriented. What seemed to be some sort of shallow cave entrance sheltered you just enough from the sun’s harsh rays. You wondered how you got here, but memories of last night’s events soon came flooding back once you noticed the bright red coat you had on.

              “Wow, you’re up sooner than I thought you’d be.”

              You turned around to see Vash reclined against his bag, munching on a small piece of jerky and holding open a journal. Your journal. The one that was supposed to be tucked away in the bag you’d left back at the cliffs.

              “Hey, put that down, Goldilocks!” You scrambled toward him to yank the book out of his hand, but missed as he raised it away from you. “Where’d you even get that?”

              “I took the liberty of retrieving your stuff while you were passed out. I came across it last night while getting back up the cliffs. Well, most of it, at least.” He reached behind him to pull your bag forward. It had several tears and a few slimy marks on the side pockets. “Turns out worms really like expired nutrition bars!”

              “Gross,” you grimaced, but took the bag from him anyway, digging around for a spare shirt and a water cannister. You put the shirt on and handed the coat back to Vash, who traded you for the jerky in his hand. It looked a bit suspicious, and was giving off a pungent stench. “Um… What is this?”

              “It’s good,” said Vash. “Just eat it.”

              You nibbled the corner, and deciding that it wasn’t so bad after all, you quickly scarfed down the rest. You felt a hundred times better after washing it down with a long drink from the cannister.

              Vash peered at you curiously, clearly holding back a smile. You raised an eyebrow. What was he plotting this time? He offered you another piece, and you took it, deciding to ignore the expression on his face in favor of quelling your growling stomach.

              “That’s worm meat, by the way.”

              You stopped mid chew and stared at him in disbelief and betrayal, feeling as though your breakfast might rear its ugly head again at any moment. You were half tempted to spit it out, but if you did, it would be that much harder to keep the rest down. And damn it, you were hungry. Instead, you shoved what was left in your mouth and swallowed it as fast as you could. The roller coaster of emotions on your face had Vash clutching his belly with tears in his eyes. Very funny… Funny, funny man…

              You took the opportunity to snatch the journal away from him, smacking him over the head with it as you leaned away. You flipped through the pages quickly, stopping occasionally to ensure that nothing had fallen out. Finally, you came to the most important page, but the picture you had tucked away was missing.

              “Looking for this?” Vash waved a small photograph in front of you.

              “I really mean it this time. Give that back.” You stood up fully and outstretched your hand. To your surprise, he handed it to you without a fuss. His hand lingered over your palm for a second before setting the picture down.

              Grateful, you tucked it back into the journal, just barely taking the time to make sure it was undamaged. You laid back down on the ground, journal in hand, and fingers brushing small lines on the corners of the front cover.

              “I’m sorry.” He said after a few minutes of silence. You shook your head dismissively.

“And just so you know, I didn’t mean to go through your stuff. It’s just that it was everywhere when I found it. I figured that journal meant a lot to you… so…” he trailed off.

You nodded, eyes shut tight as you clutched the book in your hands. Part of you wanted to open the notebook again, but another part of you was afraid to look the photo in the eyes after what you had done last night.

“Tell me. How long has it been?” You asked. “Since the crash, I mean. I’m sorry if that’s a weird question, but I assume you already know why I’m asking…”

He chewed at the corner of his bottom lip. “About a hundred and fifty years…”

You let out a sharp breath and touched your forehead to the ground. You knew that a long time had passed since you landed on this planet, but a hundred and fifty years?

“Listen, I…” he started, but couldn’t find the right words to finish his sentence. Instead, he came over and sat down beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder with a light squeeze. You both stayed silent for a while.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it just yet,” he said after some time, breaking the silence. “Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.”

You shifted uncomfortably, sitting up, and crossed your arms with a huff. “What are you, my shrink?”

“Well…” Vash backed away a bit, giving you some space. “Maybe not a shrink. But… more like… a friend?”

You tried to hide a scowl, but failed. You were still angry with him for what he had done yesterday, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny how well-intentioned his actions had been up to this point. Selfless and caring. Sweet, even. Vash wasn’t the one to blame for your problems, so you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty seeing his timid expression as he looked away.

“It’s… It’s not that I…” Sighing, you looked at him apologetically. Despite the strong and friendly disposition he had shown you so far, it was plain to see that he had some turbulence of his own.

You had loneliness in your eyes, huh? Well, maybe he did, too.

Yet, the way he dealt with it could not have been more drastically different. Vash put himself in danger to save others, while you put yourself in danger to save…? You dismissed the bitter thought, realizing that the end to that sentence was rather selfish. Just like your siblings used to say.

Either way, at this rate, you’d both end up dead sooner or later. You didn’t care what kind of superhuman Vash was. His luck would run out eventually, in the same way that your strength had run out on you.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs a friend…” You said, wishing you had conveyed a gentler tone, but finding yourself unable to mask the distinct bitterness in your voice.

Vash pursed his lips and stood up to collect his bag. “I rebandaged your leg last night while you were asleep,” he said. His eagerness to change the topic did not escape your notice. “Can you walk?”

You cocked your head to the side. Was he serious?

“Look, I appreciate you grabbing my stuff and patching up my leg. I really do. But I’m afraid we’re headed in two very different directions.” You said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Actually, we’re not.” He said, very matter of fact. “While I hate to… uhhh… inconvenience you… You’re coming with me, and that’s that.”

“What, are you going to carry me again?” You rolled your eyes.

“I will if I have to.” He shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “And for the record, I hope you know that I am much, much stronger than you.”

At this, you eyed him up and down. Sure, you’d seen him in action. You knew he was more beast than man. But still… those legs were looking awfully slender.

“I bet I could kick your kneecaps in.”

Vash laughed and feigned an exaggeratedly hurt look, clutching his hand to his chest. “But if you kick my kneecaps in, who will help Marlene and Georgie find supplies for their town?”

This caught you off guard. You had forgotten all about that. They must have been scavenging for dead worms out near the cliffs to bring back for meat. You furrowed your brows and chewed your nails for a moment.

“The ship!” You stood up excitedly, catching him by surprise. “The ship I came from can’t be too far from here, and it’s got plenty of preserved supplies! Medicine, and those nutrition bars and stuff. Some of it’s gone bad, but a good chunk of it is still okay.”

“Hey! Now we’re talking!” Vash pumped his fists in the air. “Can you show me where this ship is?”

You nodded, wiggling your ankle around to test the pain. It hurt quite a bit, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, glancing worriedly at where some small red spots already marked your fresh bandages. You nodded once again. “Well, if you’re sure, then let’s head back to town first. We can pick up a thomas or two. That’ll cut down the travel time to and from the ship.”

“A what now?” You asked. For a second, a ridiculous image of a sap named Thomas, running around with the two of you on his back, sprung to mind. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, right, you’re probably fresh out of the freezer – I mean – cryochamber.” He mused, scratching his chin. “They’re like… huge, feathery uuuhhh… two-legged creatures? They’re good as transportation and pack animals.”

“The freezer? Really? What am I, a popsicle?”

“I like that idea!” He laughed. “If you get to call me Goldilocks and blondie and… Cattle-egret-looking-ass, was it? Then, I get to call you popsicle.”

You scrunched up your nose and gave him the finger.

“A licorice flavored one, by the looks of that attitude.” He grumbled, hands on his hips.

You flashed him a playful smile and picked up your bag. “Alright, you win pretty boy. Let’s go.”

He blinked in your direction as you stepped outside the cave. “What, so it’s pretty boy now?” He chuckled. You nodded. “Alright then. I can get used to that one, at least.”

[noisydeergalaxy]

The Amber eyed dreamwalker part 5

Warnings: Emotional bits again because I feel like Miles needs to cry in someone's arms 😢

The next couple of chapters will be shorter, so I apologise for that.

Miles remained in his hiding spot, he didn't know how long he'd been sitting their, his tears had stopped but he still felt rhe pain, emotional and physical, he sat and stared at the ground infront of him.

Jumping slightly, he felt a hand touch his head gently. His breathing calmed as he felt jennas gentle hand run through his growing hair, playing with the small beads she had woven into his locks. Closing his eyes, he leaned more into her touch.

"Come with me" She gently grabbed his hand and pulled him off the ground. Following her in silence they walked off into the forest.

After some time they arrived at clearing, surrounded by trees that bloomed sweet smelling flowers, the scent filled his nose. As they walked on miles continued to look around, not paying attention he nearly walked straight into jennas back as she came to a sudden hault infront of him.

He looked down and saw their hands still entwined, he released her hand gently, "Sorry" he said sheepishly.

Jenna smiled sadly at him.

Looking back ahead miles saw their clans tree of souls, its bright pink vines swaying gently in the wind.

"Wow...its beautiful"

Miles slowly walked towards the tree, he watched as jenna took some of the vines in her hand and attached her braid tendrils to them, miles followed her lead and did the same, not sure what to expect, he definitely didn't expect to hear the ghosts of his past come screaming Into his mind all at once, all the pain and suffering he'd caused in his past and present lives, all the lives he'd destroyed, it was all because of him, how could he expect anyone to see him as anything but a monster, he didn't deserve a second chance, he deserved to be dead. gasping miles pulled away from the vines breaking the connection, he gasped for air as the panic over. "I...can't...." his words got stuck in his throat, and he fell to his knees and sobbed into his hands.

Jenna came to kneel infront of miles and envelope him in a comforting hug, he gave in and wrapped his arms around her and pushed his face into her neck as she troked his head, she felt like home, she filled the empty space in his soul but she could never be his after all he's done to the navi people, she'd never forgive him.

"All the things I've done.....all the pain I've caused to the navi, I should be dead....I don't deserve to have this second chance at a life after all the ones I've taken" he sobbed harder and held her tighter, afraid that of he let go for a second she'd leave. What was he thinking, She wasn't even his. He shouldn't be thinking like that.

"Miles, stop this now. You're not that man anymore. That man is long gone, you're not a monster, if the great mother deemed you a monster you would of been dead long ago but she's let you live, she's giving you the second chance to prove your not him anymore, don't squander this chance to make a happy life away from your cruel past.....and......when I look at you I don't see a monster......I see you"

Jenna smilled warmly at miles, her own tears stained her cheeks, miles breathing shuddered as he brought their foreheads together.

To be continued......

[themaninyourcomputer]

Ranking every song in Spring Awakening

(Feel free to correct me, I had a hard time choosing favorites.)

1. Don't do sadness/blue wind

My god. I have no words. The way Moritz contains his rage at first, and then finally lets it out during the chorus. Ilse's vocals, the color metaphors. This song is so cathartic, both to listen to and to sing. All of Mortiz's pent up frustration is released, and it's spectacular. I have never related more to a song in my life. (This is actually the song that got me into Spring Awakening, I heard it and was like "who is this man and why does he want to be a little butterfly?")

2. left behind

This is the song that always makes me tear up. Every time without fail. Also the cabaret version where Jonathan Groff starts crying??? I was in shambles, shambles I tell you.

3. Touch me

Such a good song. It's so..wow oh my god?? Everyone sounds so good, and when Otto comes in it's just...wow. Also, so fun to sing.

4. The dark I know well

I mean, what do I even say here? This song is phenomenal. I love how you can feel the anger seething out of every word that Ilse and Marta sing.

5. And then there were none

This is when we really begin to see Moritz unravel, and it's fantastic. You can literally pinpoint the exact moment that Moritz decides to kill himself. ("Another day of utter shit...and then there were none." That's it, that subtle change in tone between the two lines. That little pause: you can hear the resolve settle into his voice. Ouch, man.)

6. The bitch of living

There are only so many ways I can phrase "good song" but yeah, good song. Poor Mortiz.

7. The word of your body (reprise)

Honestly? I prefer the vocals in the reprise over the original version. I adore both though.

8. Mama Who Bore Me (reprise)

Listen to those harmonies, dear lord that's breathtaking. But...why bongos?

9. Those you've known

Heartbreaking. I love how hollow Moritz and Wendla sound, like ghosts. Only shells of the actual characters (which I think is the point).

10. The word of your body

It's good, I love how (and this is the case for a lot of songs in this musical) it is deceptively innocent. It's so pure in its discussion of lust, which is sort of beautiful. This song is haunting and deserves more appreciation.

11. Totally fucked

Overrated, but not awful. The Tony Awards performance where they censor themselves by comically slapping their hands over their mouths makes me giggle.

12. Whispering

This is a hot take, I know. I just feel like this should have been Wendla's moment, you know? It should have been devastating, it should have been emotional! I was, however, not devastated. I was slightly bored, actually. This song could be so much better. I dislike how much the diologue breaks it up. (I know Don't Do Sadness is also mixed with diologue, but unlike in Whispering it makes the song feel more intimate and creates more of an emotional buildup. In Whispering it just kind of...interrupts the song.)

13. The Guilty One's

It's a slow song, sure, but listen to those harmonies bro. I'm ranking it lower on the list because there are better songs but just know that I actually like this one a lot. I love Lea Michele's voice here, it's so soft.

14. The song of purple summer.

It's just okay. I understand its narrative purpose, but honestly there should have been another reprise or just like, a callback to an earlier song at the end. That would have made it feel more cyclical. It's a strong song though, I don't dislike it. (The ending is great, I don't want to be too harsh on Purple Summer. I love the metephors ((blue + red and summer rather than spring)))

15. All that's known

The intro is so good, solid melody. It's just kind of background noise though.

16. The mirror-blue night

I love this song, but the build-up to the good part is so fucking long. Also why is Melchior doing an interpretive dance?? I mean, I guess we all cope in our own ways?

17. Mama who bore me

Perfect for an opening number, it builds anticipation, and it's a great tone setter. It's just kind of boring on its own.

18. My Junk

Stupid lyrics, stupid song (the dialogue is hilarious, but the song itself is not that good)

19. I believe

I am literally so bored. I love the ending, but I always skip it when listening to the album.

[sparkydx]

Swings were relaxing. The rocking motion had the perfect blend of many elements -- reminiscent of a parent's consoling affections, the sway of a boat on the waves,the flip-flop of the insides as one fell backwards only to fly up again, both mastering and defying gravity for small flickers in a moment.

At first it had been just him as most of the playground had become vacant as evening fast approached -- dinner and darkness tended to pull the children away. But upon approaching the swingset, he found he was not alone. Sparky didn't have to be an empath to read the emotions on the face of this young lady.

He knew the look in her eyes, the emptiness, deep wells of sorrow and hopelessness. He had seen it far too many times … but he hated seeing it in someone so young. So, being the compassionate person he was, he slowed his swing to a stop, noting that the girl was just … sitting there, not actually rocking on the equipment, but just sitting.

"You look down …" he said with gentle honesty as he sat on the swing beside her. That seemed to get her attention, though only with a side glance as she didn't move much. "That's okay," he continued. "Nothing wrong with looking down. I think it's important to look at things from all angles." She seemed confused, but he went on. "Sometimes, when we're looking down, we find things we'll miss when we're looking up. Or ahead. Or backward. Like today, I was looking down when I found this." Digging into the pocket of his cardigan, he retrieved a small tumbled stone the size of a marble. "It's tumbled opalite. Pretty, huh? Would have missed it if I hadn't been looking down," he continued, captivating her attention with a couple sleight of hand tricks, making the stone disappear in one hand and reappear in the other. He did it again, disappearing from one hand and appearing in the other. He did it a third time and this time, the stone did not reappear.

"Huh. That's odd," he muttered, searching his hands, his sleeves, behind him on the swing and then around her. "Where did it go -- oh! There it is!" He pointed to her lap, where the stone sat neatly upon her knee. "I think it likes you," he said with a warm smile.

Finally, FINALLY, he got a little smile out of the girl and he considered that progress. "Keep it," he insisted. "Opalite symbolizes new beginnings and it has chosen a new beginning with you." When she accepted the stone, she murmured a thank you and stared at it for a while, slightly swaying a bit.

"Looking down is great and all, but have you ever looked up while also looking down? It's fuckin' rad. Check this out." He leaned back then, holding on to the swing's chains so he could hang upside down. "Wow, the sky looks great from down here."

A quiet, nearly inaudible and tiny giggle from the girl was all he needed to know that maybe, just maybe, she would be okay. Not too long after, she joined him in hanging upside-down, eventually winding the chains so they could spin in an upside-down world. After that, and they were sitting upright, he retrieved a coin from his pocket and taught her how to perform the trick he had done with the stone earlier, the young lady practicing along with him. However, it wasn't long before their duo became a trio. A woman approached him, one who seemed to know the girl and with whom the girl seemed familiar. A polite smile was returned.

As the two conversed, he sat quietly, just listening as he rolled the coin over the back of his hand. He learned quite a bit with their exchange -- not just the girl's name, but that she had a mother who was worried about her … which did cause a noticeable dip in his own mood as he remembered his own mother, a plethora of emotions blossoming and crashing in him before he redirected his attention to the ground, redirecting his thoughts as his foot gave small pushes that caused the swing to sway a little.

When young Sohee ultimately left, he did feel a bit sad, though also relieved that she would be with her mother, under the care of someone who loved her. But being left alone again, those emotions bubbled back up, his coin long-since pocketed, and leaned back in the swing again, hanging upside-down once more, watching the darkening sky. And that was how the woman ultimately found him again, in that upside-down stance, the chains creaking as he swayed forward and back as his mood settled again.

He looked up (down?) at the woman, tilting his head a little when she thanked him. "Oh … sure," he replied to her gratitude for Sohee's improved mood. "The past can be heavy and the future can be scary, so … sometimes, it's best to just … focus on the present, appreciate the little things," he explained as he sat upright once more, slowly rock/twisting his swing from side to side as he kept his attention on her.

An empath? And a counselor? "A noble profession," he stated with a nod, "And no doubt a tough job. Sooooo … how's that work-life balance going for you?" he asked, arching a brow. Obviously, not a job she could just leave at the door if she was clearly here long after school had ended for the day.

∆ ⎯⎯ 【 fingerprints 】

tracking people across distances by their emotions is odd. for her, every emotion is like a finger print. emotions are complex, so no two instances of sadness, for example, feel exactly alike.

she doesn't really like to track people via their emotions. to some degree, it feels invasive to her. sometimes, there are special circumstances, though, like today. one of her students' emotions were particularly alarming today, as was what she told her in their counseling session.

she sent her home with mental health resources, but apparently she didn't make it home. miyoung gets the personal call from her student's mother, asking her if she knows where she is. she doesn't, unfortunately, but she tells her she'll find her.

so miyoung zones in on the student's emotional fingerprint, and she tracks her and her tumultuous emotions, growing heavier on miyoung's mind and heart the longer she focuses. as she approaches, however, her mood improves a little, bit by bit.

that's a relief, at least – and when miyoung arrives where her students' emotions are the strongest, on a local playground, she sees why. she's sitting on a swing, talking to a man on the swing beside her. part of her is worried for a moment, but she searches the man's emotions for any deception or ill-intent, and doesn't find anything. another relief.

by the time miyoung reveals herself, her student's mood is significantly improved. she smiles politely at the man, before turning to her student, smile still soft, but warming.

"sohee, i got a call from your mother," miyoung says.

sohee smiles sheepishly and close-lipped.

"can we call her to come pick you up? she's worried about you. we all are."

sohee agrees, reluctantly, and miyoung dials her mother, letting her know their location.

"do you still have those names i gave you?" miyoung asks her. she gave her a list of mental health professionals she suggested she look into. miyoung's name is not on the list – she tends to think it's better for her to remain her students' counselor and someone else to be their therapist.

"yes," sohee replies, voice quiet.

"okay, good. thank you."

miyoung takes a seat on the other empty swing beside sohee, making small talk that sohee clearly doesn't want to participate in, but humors miyoung with anyway.

it doesn't take long for her mom to arrive, and miyoung walks sohee to the car and bids her farewell with a smile and, "i'll see you on monday."

once the car drives away, miyoung takes a deep breath, finally letting herself relax. she remembers she's not alone, though, and returns to the swings and the man still seated on one.

"thank you for talking to her," miyoung says. she thinks it's only fair to offer her gratitude. "talking to you improved her mood a lot." she realizes that might be an unusual thing to say out of context, so she adds, "i'm an empath. and her counselor at school."

⎯⎯ @sparkydx

[songs-in-nature]

🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse? (Both of 'em)

Munday!

🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse?Well, Whisper was made after rotg and Brave came out. originally she was gonna have a will’o wisp element to her. But it didn’t fit smoothly, so I let that part go. I just wanted to put myself into such a magical setting. Somehow. And she’s all the calm and sweet and responsible in me. And honestly, she’s grown as much as I have in the last 8 years.

Rahim… He was actually brought on by a magic anon, back in the day. when we all had absolutely RIDICULOUS fun on here. (which needs to come back, but i digress.) and I just couldn’t give him up at the end of the 2 weeks originally stated. Me or Whisper, really. and he’s grown so much. Helped figure out so much, about myself! And I feel a little bad about it, because that entails putting a a lot of my personal shit and projecting it on him to see it a bit more objectively. But honestly I love him. If I could hug him like Steven does with his gem in the SU finale, I WOULD.

basically, the original fandom (which I’m still an active part of!) is a huge piece of why these guys are here. And the rest is just. Exploring me through them. It’s amazing.

[maybestoryideas]

You know that Voodoo doll scenarios with the Twst characters? Can you do more, with Jamil, Leona, Jack and Vil, please? It's pretty funny.

A continuation of TWST Imagine #2.

Characters: Jack, Jade, Jamil, Leona (I don’t know Vil’s character well enough to write for him; maybe once I’ve caught up.)

Jack

“Haha! Check it out, I’m finally bigger than Jack!”

Grim laughs as he towers over the stuffed toy.

“Yeah, but he could still kick your butt.”

“Oh really? Wanna bet?”

He takes a deep breath and you quickly snatch the doll out of harm’s way, only for Grim to let out a bellow of laughs.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you care more for that doll than you do for me.”

“That’s because it’s Jack!”

“Really? No hesitation…”

“Jack’s the greatest!” you continued, smiling down at the doll despite the little grumpy scowl on his face, “He’s strong, smart, and always stands up for what he thinks is right.”

“Oh barf. If you look up to the guy so much, why don’t you marry him?”

“Haha,” you hold the doll closer, “Joke all you want, but it’s true. There aren’t a lot of people like Jack. Especially at Night Raven. He’s one of a kind, and I know he’s gonna go on to do great things.”

The punch happened so fast; even Jack is shocked to see the third-year stumble back from the blow.

“Wow, did you see that?”

“I knew Jack was strong, but that was crazy…”

“What’s got him so fired up?”

He shrugs off the comments and whispers coming from the spectators around him. Instead, his focus is solely on his opponent. The third-year smirks having already recovered from the hit and grinning ear to ear.

“Not bad,” he says, “Don’t tell me you’ve been holding back this whole time?”

“I’d never hold back, not even against an upperclassman.”

Jack can’t help but smile when he laughs. What’s the point of a fair fight if he doesn’t give it his all?

“You’d better not. Now let’s see how long that energy of yours can last.”

A second to brace, then they’re off.

Punch, dodge, kick, block. It’s a flurry of blows. For the ones that do land, Jack can’t feel a thing but he’s sure to strike back twice as hard. His body’s running on adrenaline and instinct. Pure emotion.

A well-timed kick sends his opponent tumbling to the other end of the ring. Can’t hold back. Jack’s already charging.

The thought of losing hadn’t crossed his mind. But now he knows that it was never an option to begin with. Not when he’s reminded of all the people who believe in him.

Jack winds back and that’s it. His opponent takes the blow full force and hits the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Unable to stand back up, the third-year can only take gasping breaths as he stares up at Jack.

It’s quiet for a second. Then the sound of cheers. The other Savanahclaw students shout and clap to the overwhelming success. For once, Jack doesn’t care that his tail’s wagging back and forth; there are more important things on his mind.

He’s going to win. Not just this fight; not just the next. All of it. Whatever obstacle comes his way, he’s going to face it head on and come out on top. Jack looks back at Ruggie and the remaining fighters.

“Alright, who’s next?”

Because right now, it feels like the whole world is cheering him on.

Jade

You had only made it a few feet from the school store and your arms are already aching from the weight of the bag. How much junk did Sam put in this thing? You’d peek in the bag to look if you weren’t so afraid of tipping it over and toppling everything. From this angle, the only thing you can see is the little Jade doll; his head barely poking out from the bag and looking at you with a polite smile.

“Ah, don’t worry,” you smile back at him, “We’ll be back home soon.”

However, your hopes are cut short when you look ahead and see the next obstacle in your path.

A descending flight of stairs; there’s no other route to Ramshackle.

With the confidence of a newborn kitten, you shakily begin climbing down, leaning ever so slightly to keep a low center of gravity. You’re about halfway down when your foot slips, sending you and the bag of goods sliding down the rest of the way.

Despite the music playing, the Mostro Lounge seems to go dead quiet as customers and employees alike gawk at Octavinelle’s vice-housewarden. Flat on his back, surrounded by broken glass and strewn silverware, and blinking up at the ceiling with a wide-eyed expression even his closest associates rarely get to see.

“Jade!” one of the employees rushes to his side, hands shaking as he offers to help him up, “Are you hurt?!”

Stunned would be a better word.

The employee flinches backwards as Jade quickly stands up, brushing off bits of food and debris from his uniform.

“I’m quite alright, however I’m truly touched by your concern.” he smiles, but it does little to ease the tension, “Please have someone clean up this mess while I tell the kitchen to prepare another dish.”

“Y-Yessir.”

The atmosphere sluggishly goes back to normal as Jade heads back the way he came. Students are either staring at him or staring at anything but him. At least the kitchen staff seem unaware of what happened, he thinks as he waits for them to plate the food.

“Oh jeez, are you okay?”

Jade smiles and turns around.

“So you saw that. I-”

No one’s there. He swivels his head to see where you went, but all he can see is the kitchen staff. Some of whom are now watching him talk to open air.

“Let’s take a look…”

There’s a pair of hands - your hands - on his face. He can’t see them, but he can feel them as one gently holds his head in place while the other runs its fingers across his cheek, softly brushing against his skin. All Jade can do is smile at the others and act like everything’s normal. Correction - try to act.

“There we go, all better.”

You laugh and hug him for a split second.

“Sorry about that…”

And then you let go.

“Hello? Jade!”

He looks over and sees a fresh plate of food on the table for him. He takes the plate and all but shoves it into the hands of the nearest waitstaff.

“Take this to Table 9. If anyone asks where I went, tell them I had to step out for a moment.”

Jamil

The plush doll of Jamil looks back at you with button eyes and a smile. It’s not like the typical smile you see on similarly cute toys. The smile stitched on him is small, subtle, and barely noticeable at a glance, but it’s there once you take a second to look. Coupled with the slight shine of his eyes, it’s like there’s some inside joke only he’s privy to.

“So what else have you got in here?”

The slightly muffled sound of Grim pulls you away from the doll. He’s stuck his entire head and upper half into the bag.

“Careful, I haven’t gotten a chance to sort through that yet.”

Not wanting Grim to cause a mess, you tuck the doll in your breast pocket and redirect your attention. The little monster scampers off before you can scold him, leaving you to put away the food alone.

As you start stocking the kitchen, your mind drifts off to all of the other things you have to do today.

Jamil looks up from his notes, but there’s no one when he turns around. Which only makes sense; he’s in his room, so of course there’s no one there.

Just like how there was no one there when he thought someone was walking beside him in the hallway, or when he could’ve sworn someone was watching him prepare Kalim’s dinner. He sighs and puts down his pen. Ghosts, magic, his own exhausted mind finally snapping under the pressure? There could be any number of explanations for the strangeness that’s been following him all day.

But, no matter what explanation Jamil comes up with, the strangest part isn’t this mysterious presence itself. It’s how his hand absentmindedly reached for them whenever he walked. Or how he found himself smiling when he thought he could feel their eyes on him and only him. How he found himself nearly addressing this entity while helping Kalim study for tomorrow’s test.

Jamil’s smart enough to sense when someone’s following him, especially if there’s magic involved. But even now, as he’s studying alone in his room, he can’t bring himself to be angry at whatever - or whoever - is with him now. The worst he can muster is confusion and curiosity.

Who are they? Why do they have such a vested interest in him? When will they leave? Why will they leave?

That last one makes Jamil frown and he returns to his schoolwork. Even if he could get irrefutable proof of this entity, something tells him it won’t be a suitable explanation for a poor grade.

They’re sitting next to him. Not talking, not even looking at him. Just being there with him. Jamil slides over just enough to give them room. Usually he would have music playing, but he wants to hear them; proof that they’re still here with him.

The evening bleeds into night with almost silence. Jamil is still hard at work when he hears something beside him.

A yawn.

Soft and slow, but unmistakable.

He smiles, and closes his textbook.

“I suppose it is getting rather late. I can take care of the rest tomorrow.”

Jamil stands up and stretches before smiling at the spot beside him.

“Have a good night, (Name).”

Leona

You sigh; who knew stocking shelves all day could be so draining? With all of the food put away, you take out the doll from the bag and grin. You’re not sure how, but it’s just like Leona’s looking at you with that uninterested gaze. Truly it’s like a photo. You’re definitely showing this to Cheka the next time he visits. The look on Leona’s face if he saw his tiny nephew holding a tinier version of himself.

“Haha… Yeah, I’ll have to-”

A yawn cuts you off mid-sentence. The sky outside is still blue, but the clouds have a pale yellow shine to them. Surely a quick nap won’t be too bad.

“Hey, Grim.” you say as you head for the lounge, “Can you wake me up in half an hour?”

“Fine.”

He watches you practically fall onto the sofa and scoffs.

“I swear, you’re gettin’ to be more and more like that lion every day.”

Disregarding that last statement, you drift off to sleep, still clutching little Leona.

When Leona looks around, he’s standing in front of the gate to Ramshackle Dorm. Except, that hardly seems like a fitting name given how vibrant and pristine everything looks. The metal gates open on their own, allowing him to step inside. He follows the paved road up to the dorm, until he hears humming.

Your humming.

A quick detour around the side proves worthwhile, as he spots you up in an apple tree.

“Oi, Herbivore.”

You look down, as if snapping out of a trance, and smile.

“Hey, Leona. Good to see you made it.”

“Get down from there before you do somethin’ stupid and fall.”

“Aw, is someone worried about me?”

There’s no point in responding; you both know the answer. Instead, you sigh and swing your legs over the branch.

“Fine, fine. Catch me!”

You fall backwards and land safely in his open arms, and take an apple out of your pocket.

“Want one? I know it’s not much, but they’re pretty good!”

“It’s fine,” is all he says before taking a bite. Rather than setting you on the grass, he heads to the base of the tree and lies down, letting you rest on top of him. He can feel you laugh even when you try to hide your face in his shoulder

“Missed you too.”

One hand plays with your hair while the other hand’s intertwined with yours. Your head sits on his chest snugly while he rests his chin against the top of your head. His tail lazily curls around your ankle, getting another laugh out of you. It’s like you were made to fit in his arms. Or maybe he was made to hold you.

“Do you wanna do this again sometime?”

“Bring real food.”

“Of course.”

When Leona opens his eyes again, he’s back in the courtyard, lying in the shade. A quick glance at his phone makes his frown deepen; normally he’s asleep for another hour until Ruggie comes by to wake him. Just as he lies back down, something catches his eye.

A bright red apple.

It’s easy enough for him to reach up and take it, but it doesn’t taste nearly as nice as the one in his dream.

[lovemeian]

the babymaker blanket—

HAIKYUU HUSBANDS REACTING TO “THE BABYMAKER”.

characters ! kyōtani kentarō, yamaguchi tadashi, and ryūnosuke tanaka x f!reader.

suggestive, fluff + baby fever ! + mentions of pregnancy & children + aged up, obviously, because we’re doing husbands ver. + because i recently watched the proposal and now here we are. thought it was time to do some shorter drabbles (because i can’t shorten my dummy drabbles) and a pinch of headcanon !

HUSBAND!KYŌTANI KENTARŌ—

you were going to pack it, you swear. as soon as you saw the explicit thing sent by your mother in hopes for a grandchildren frolicking in the fields future, you were ready to shove it back on the box and push it to the very back of your closet as if it doesn’t exist.

but you got distracted by chores, then by the tv, and soon, your husband came home and he comes out of your shared bedroom, freshly showered, holding the bright, handmade-patched, incriminating thing with his familiar casual frown, “what’s this?” and kyotani swears he has never seen anything so fascinating as watching your face burn brighter and brighter, words sucked into stutters.

an attempt at failing coherence before you finally take a deep breath as tani tries his best to calm you down with his palm going up and down your back. “it’s— it’s called the babymaker.”

at the title, his eyebrow raised further while you burrow your head against his chest, wanting to never be perceived ever again. “babe. look at me.” your spine prickles at his strong tone as you tilt your chin up, watching his little furrow until you notice the reddened tips of his ears. “do you want a baby?”

“i mean— we haven’t talked about it? d’you want kids? like? now now?”

he moves his hands from your back to your arm, raising goosebumps across your skin in a low, tingling chuckle. “what’s with that, dumbass? but i wouldn’t mind having some brats with you. as long as they get your personality.”

you giggle, winding your arms around your husband. “i disagree. i think a little tani would be the cutest.”

you don’t notice it until it’s too late; the idea you formed in his head snapped your husband’s entire being.

“we’re not using this.”

“wha—” but your husband had already swept you in his arms, charging for the bedroom as you spill laughter all over the house. the picture you painted surged through the fever inside him. a baby you was everything he ever wanted. if you really wanted a smaller version of him, he didn’t mind a couple to raise with you.

HUSBAND!YAMAGUCHI TADASHI—

you had come back from a lunch with your mother-in-law, something you don’t do often but you try to, and you had not stop blushing since, gripping the paper bag that contained an apparent passed-down from every generation tradition.

something that as soon as you placed on the table right before dinner to your husband who had just gone back from work. he raised an eyebrow at it, looking a little panicked.

“happy. . . anniversary?” he says carefully, picking at your every little emotion but you shake your head, grinning slightly. 

“no, sweetheart, it’s not our anniversary. i got it from your mom. i think she might consider this an anniversary present.”

“why, what’s—oh. Oh.” his face turns bright red as soon as he sees the patterns of the soft, crocheted material. the recognition makes you blush.

“wait, you know what it is?”

“yeah, uh, my grandma. . . got drunk one night. and, oh wow, she spilled how my. . . uncle was, you know.”

you raised an eyebrow. “created?”

tadashi put it down and burrowed under his arm as giggles left your mouth. “how many times d’you think?” he looks up at you, noting the teasing lilt in your tone. “we’re gonna need this? i’m thinking two so its a solid number, a girl and boy. but what if one of them’s smarter than the other? we don’t want the other one to feel like a dummy. so two dummies are good, too, don’t you think?”

“i—”

“‘dashi?”

he shook his head, reaching for you instead until you’re on his lap. “nothing. i love you.”

HUSBAND!RYŪNOSUKE TANAKA—

visiting the farmer’s market on sundays is one of your favourite weekly activities. and your husband is always excited to be your escort and hype man, loving the feel of your hand in his as you trot him along to buy homemade honey, fresh fruits, local cheeses, and especially to pick through the antique stalls that sell all kinds of old and exciting things.

hand in hand and smelling of sunscreen and freshly bought ice cream, you happily stroll through the rows and rows of antique sellers, eyes catching everything that interests you. things that might be good for your home, might be interesting to have, or own a distinct story you can tell to guests.

“ooh, honey, look!” you excitedly point at a folded piece of fabric.

tanaka has always been supportive of anything you want, do or say— a modern day ride or die husband — but even he scrunches his nose at this. “i love your taste, baby, but i don’t think we should buy used bed covers.”

“no, silly, not for the bed. i like the pattern. we can do something with it, maybe?” as you inspect the interesting patterns further, the lady who owned the stall moved forward, smiling.

“oh, aren’t you a lovely couple. newlyweds?” at your shared shy nod, the lady’s smile widens. “well, this one’s good for you, definitely, a fated sighting from the mrs, in fact.”

“fated?”

“it’s called the babymaker.” her eyes glisten with mischief and know it all knowledge. both of you pause, absorbing that title. “it’s good for newlyweds. ya don’t even need it on the bed. just havin’ it in the room is good enough. brings twins and triplets to the table.”

as you continue to absorb that, you don’t notice your husband turn bright red, take out his wallet, until he said, “take my money, lady. d’you have any pillowcases?”

“ryu!”

made by lavi <3

[marvel-sluts]

Stars and kisses

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, maybe some swearing, mutual pining.

Summary: You and Loki start to bond over your mutual intrest for books and end up confessing your feelings for one another.

A/N: I'm running on empty at the minute and I have a lot on my plate, so if uploads are slower than usual that's why. Requests are still open though, so don't be afraid to give me an idea, I promise I will be more active soon. For now, enjoy! <3

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You had always been a bookworm, for as long as you could remember you would have your head stuck in a book. Even when your life got busy after being recruited by Tony Stark as an avenger you still found time for reading. It wasn't that you were antisocial exactly, you loved talking to people, but you also loved getting lost in the little worlds inside your head. You would often read on the balcony at night, sitting there with a steaming mug of tea and a book. You found it peaceful to just sit and listen to the busy city below you as you read.

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had been working up the courage to join you on the balcony. He loved to sit out there for a bit and observe the noisy city below before going off to bed. However he knew that you loved to read up there, and he didn't want to bother you while you were busy.

"Come on brother, you must ask her out soon. Otherwise someone else will beat you to it." Thor boomed when he caught Loki staring at you from across the room for the third time that day.

"Could you be any louder? I don't need the whole planet knowing that I'm too scared to ask her out." Loki hissed, swatting Thor on the arm lightly.

"Too scared to ask who out?" You asked, perching yourself on the armrest of Loki's chair and taking a sip of your coffee.

"No one darling." Loki said, making butterflies erupt in your stomach at the nickname.

"You sure? Whoever turned the head of a God must be special." You said, slightly disheartened that he didn't like you back.

"They are definitely special." Loki mumbled under his breath, not quite loud enough for you to hear. "Don't worry about it darling, Thor was just messing around." He said slightly louder.

"Oh okay, I'll be out on the balcony if anyone needs me." You said, picking up your book from the table and grabbing your tea. Loki flinched slightly as Thor's hard elbow came into contact with his ribs.

"Now is your chance brother." Thor mouthed, not trusting his voice to be low enough for you to not hear.

"Is it alright if I join you darling?" Loki asked, rubbing his ribs slightly.

"Of course Loki, I would recommend bringing a blanket though, it gets cold this late at night." You said, flashing him a quick smile before picking up a blanket for yourself and heading outside.

"The sky is truly beautiful at this time." Loki uttered quietly, leaning against the rail of the balcony and staring into the starry abiss.

"Yeah it is." You replied, turning your gaze to the sky.

"What are you reading? If you don't mind me asking." Loki asked softly.

"A Court of Thorns and Roses ," you said excitedly.

"I don't think I've ever read that, is it good?" Loki asked, in the same soft voice as before.

"Yeah it's amazing, although it is a bit explicit." You said, giggling slightly and taking a sip of your tea.

"Ah right, I won't read it when Peter is around then." Loki said, chuckling.

"Yeah." You chuckled before turning your gaze to Loki, he was truly beautiful. The way his green eyes sparkled in the starlight, the gentle way he spoke to you, the soft eyes he gave you everytime he would look at you, the smirk he gave you whenever he caught you staring at him that always made your cheeks heat up, even the way he smiled at you. God you loved this man.

"Enjoying the view darling?" Loki asked, smirking at you.

You quickly snapped out of it and flicked your eyes back down to your book. "What?" You asked, feeling your face heat up.

Loki chuckled, turning his back to you and staring into the dark abiss above him. "See that, the constellation of stars next to that building? That's Cepheus, he was a king in Greek Mythology. And that one over there is Draco which is Latin for dragon."

"How do you know all of this?" You asked, following Loki's finger and searching for the series of stars.

"I like watching the stars when I can't sleep." Loki replied simply.

"So do I, it brings me peace. I still don't know their names though." You laughed, still staring into the sky.

"Yeah." Loki replied, no longer staring at the sky but now staring at you. He marveled at how your eyes sparkled in the reflection of the stars, how your hair blew slightly in the wind and how your face lights up whenever he asks you about the book that your reading.

"Like what you see?" You asked, smirking at him.

"Very much darling, your beautiful." Loki said before he could stop himself.

You felt your cheeks warm up at his words as you stuttered out a small "thank you."

"I didn't think that it was possible for someone to be as beautiful as you are." He whispered, taking a small step towards you and tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"You are beautiful too Loki," you whispered, closing small the gap between the two of you. The kiss was short and soft, but filled with unspoken emotions and passion.

"I like you y/n, a lot." Loki whispered when the two of you finally parted, resting his forehead against yours.

"I like you too Loki, a lot." You giggled as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

"That's good, because Thor would have my head if I screwed this up." Loki mumbled.

"And Nat would have killed me if I screwed this up." You responded.

"Hold on, did you like me back?" Loki asked, looking at you with soft eyes.

"Of course I did Loki, I would be crazy not to." You said. "I guess the two of us were just as smitten for the other."

"I guess we were, yes." Loki replied, taking your hand in his larger one and looking up at the sky. "You see that really bright star? That's Mercury." Loki said, pointing up at the sky.

"Wow," You mumbled "that's beautiful." staring at the bright ball of light in the sky.

"Yeah, it is." Loki mumbled, gazing at your awe struck face with a small smile. You were the most beautiful thing in all of the nine relms, and he was going to make sure that he told you every day.

[cakers-2000]

~"You're an idiot, you know that?"~ (Miya X Fem!Reader)

I would die for Miya Chinen

Miya Chinen protection squad, let us assemble.

He's too precious for this world.

Uh but anyway I'm hyperfixating on this show and Miya really bad so have this scenario that I whipped up rather quickly.

(Warning: A bit of foul language!)

Word count: 1.1k

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It had always surprised you that the people and competitors in the S community welcomed you with open arms. You weren’t a skateboarder, you knew next to nothing about the sport but they accepted as their own.

You always felt like you had a home among the many members of the community, they had always been so nice to you. Though you wanted to believe that this was because they were just nice and welcoming people, you knew this most likely wasn’t true, (except for maybe Reki and Langa). The real answer was most likely due to the fact that you were Miya Chinen’s girlfriend. You only found yourself at S to support him and his endeavors but truth be told you had grown to love it there.

Though the Miya you knew seemed to be completely different from the one the other skateboarders knew. He was such a kind and sweet soul to you, but it seemed the other skaters didn’t think of him as such.

It was almost a weekly activity to join him a few times at night to the old mines S was located in. He’d take a small break from the skating scene to walk with you towards the starting line, your fingers intertwined as you walked together. Though during these times his attention was never focused on you, instead he would survey the crowd and try to get a read on his ‘competition’. But you didn’t mind, just being able to hold his hand was enough for you.

But sooner rather than later you had to let go of the warmth that always radiated from him and step aside so that he could race. You’d take your normal spot next to Langa and Reki and watch the show begin.

Tonight was just like any other. The stroll to the starting line, the sit down and cheer with Reki and Langa, and then joining Shadow at the finish line to welcome him with the normal hugs, pats on the back and kisses (only from you of course, though you wouldn’t deny Reki had indeed tried to slip one on the younger boys cheek to mock him, which didn’t end well for the older boy).

“Oh wow, look at him go, the dude’s got him cornered! I haven’t seen anyone corner Miya like this since the race with Langa!”

As usual Reki was practically foaming at the mouth as he watched the two skate, most likely itching to be racing right alongside them.

“You really think so?”

You were just as entranced on the screen as Reki. you really hadn’t seen Miya struggle with a win like this since his race with Langa. You could see Langa staring at the two of you out of the corner of your eye. He looked rather surprised, maybe he thought differently then the two of you. You slowly leaned yourself backwards to rest on a crate behind you. You weren’t particularly worried. Miya was one of the best, and everyone knew it. He would pull through in the end, he always did.

“Ugh this is so lame.” Your interest was piqued as you heard another man speak to a group a few feet away from you. “This is all so bs. That kid is only good because he cheats to win.”

You could feel your blood boiling just at hearing the allegations these men were throwing about your boyfriend. Your body tensed and you slightly stood yourself back upwards and continued to listen.

“Like that time he raced Shadow. There’s no way he could’ve won without some kind of cheating. He’s probably getting in the poor dudes head right now as we speak.”

“What the hell.”

With all of your patience gone you stormed your way towards the men, unbeknownst to the rest of your group of friends. You weren’t going to let them get away with tarnishing Miya like that, especially when he wasn’t here to defend himself.

“(Y/N) it looks like he’s pulling ahead! I think he’s gonna win this!”

Upon not hearing a response from you Reki glanced to his side and a wave of panic hit him. Oh god where were you!? He was so so so dead if he lost you in this crowd.

“What the hell did you say to me you little bitch!?”

The shouting beside him was the key indicator for where you went. A long sigh escaped his lips, all focus on the race now gone and he practically sprinted towards you, Langa following as well.

“I said to take back what you said! Miya doesn’t cheat, he never has you jackass!”

“Oh you’re asking for it kid!”

You were so blinded with your own emotions you hadn’t even considered the possibility of danger, but now here it was right in front of you as this man wound his fist, ready to attack and you could do nothing but cower and brace yourself for impact.

“(Y/N)!”

The hit never came. Instead it was the sound of wheels grinding to a halt and a brush of wind past you. You slowly but surely opened one of your eyes to get a glimpse at what had just saved you, only to be greeted by a familiar green sweater and black hair.

Miya had managed to place himself in between the two of you, board raised slightly above his head so that the man's fist clashed rather harshly into the wood of the bottom. If looks could kill this man would have been dead a hundred times over. He wanted to speak, he wanted to cuss this man out, to give him what he deserved but a small tug at his clothes brought him back to his senses and he turned rather quickly to face you.

Reki had already stepped in to deal with the man Miya had fended off so he had nothing left to worry about but you. His board clashed to the floor and his hand instinctively fell to your cheeks, gently caressing and examining every inch of your face. His emerald orbs shone with nothing but worry and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you alright!? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, no I’m okay Miya.” Your hand fell to rest on top of his in an attempt to reassure the poor boy. He was probably just as frightened as you after all. “Thanks to you.”

You could see a small dust of pink form on his cheeks before a small sigh escaped him and he moved one of his hands to instead run his fingers through your hair, eyes still full of concern. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

A small giggle escaped your lips and you moved your wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace. A small hum of satisfaction escaped him as he moved his free hand to wrap around your waist and continue to play with your hair, it had always been rather soothing to him.

“But who’s idiot am I?”

The blush on his cheeks worsened still but he responded, voice barely above a whisper as he placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “Mine…”

[ginnyweasleymybeloved]

willow / fred weasley

ahhhhh the first addition to this series!! really hope you guys like it! make sure to let me know what you think, asks/reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

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summary: hogwarts’ most popular playboy has made it very clear that you, his best friend, were not his type, seeing as you were crushing on him hard, you decide to take matters into your own hands

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex but not really, kissing, i think thats it but let me know if i missed anything <3

taglist: @padsfirewhisky

“life was a willow and it bent right to you wind

they count me out time and time again

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

but i come back stronger than a 90s trend”

Fred Weasley had made quite the name for himself in Hogwarts as of late. You loved the boy dearly but in simple terms he’d become something of a womaniser. It was lighthearted, for the most part, girls knew what they were getting into with Fred, it was black and white and completely unsentimental. With him, a snog was just a snog and a shag was just a shag, there was no confusion over whether or not there was something more there with Fred, there wasn’t and, you supposed, as a teenage girl that there was a certain appeal to that sort of physical transaction. Even though Fred was becoming increasingly hard to catch by himself without a random girl hanging from his arm, he was very particular about who he chose to keep as company on any given night.

Unfortunately for you, it seemed that the criteria was “anyone who isn’t Y/n”. This was made clear to you during a party in the Gryffindor common room while you were hanging out with Fred, George, Lee and Angelina. The five of you were taking up one of the comfy sofas towards the back of the crowded room, a bottle of fire whiskey was being passed between you all. Angelina had her head sleepily tucked into your shoulder, ever the lightweight, as she listened to the conversation the boys were having halfheartedly. George was sat to your right while Angelina was tucked against the arm of the chair to your left, his long arm stretched to wrap around both yours and Angelina’s shoulders. Fred sat on the right arm of the sofa with Lee slouched drunkenly beside George, it was fairly late and since the party had started pretty early after the day’s quidditch win, you were all fairly intoxicated when the dreaded topic of Fred’s gallivanting came about.

“Right, question for Fred,” Lee started, his words slightly slurred as he passed the bottle of fire whiskey to George, who took a long swig before handing the bottle to you and resting his cheek against the top of your head. You let out a small laugh, with Angelina resting on your shoulder and George close to sleep on your head you felt like the comfiest spot in the entire common room.

“Go for it, Jordan,” Fred said airily, his brown eyes glazed over as his stared at your form enveloped between George and Angelina, catching his gaze you outstretched your arm, offering him the alcohol only for him to shake his head and greet you with a soft smile, shifting his eyes back to Lee.

Lee, who always had a tendency to talk with his hands, waved his arms around nonsensically as he posed the question, “If you had to spend the rest of your life with one girl in our year who would it be? Excluding Y/n obviously.”

You sprung to life at that, disturbing Angie and George when you lurched forward to face Lee with a confused expression, “What? What do you mean excluding Y/n?”

Fred chuckled at your affronted expression and shook his head softly, “Don’t look so offended, love. He just means that you’re not really my type.”

You let out a scoff as Angie whined, sitting up with you only to wrap her arms around your middle and plop her head back down on your shoulder, muttering a druken, “Piss off, Freddie. You couldn’t get her anyway,” George snorted, obviously entertained by the whole thing while Lee looked like a child who just got caught staying up past bedtime.

“Ignoring the fact that I’m obviously way out of your league,” you started, glaring at Fred teasingly, “If I’m not your type then how come last night’s girl looked exactly like me?” You challenged raising an eyebrow. George let out a low whistle and Fred choked on air.

“She didn’t- she wasn’t-“ Fred stuttered and Angie groaned against your neck.

“Yea she did, Fredrick. She wasn’t even as gorgeous as our Y/n stop acting like a prat you’d be lucky to spend your life with her!” She ranted, glaring at him as best she could through her droopy eyelids.

“I agree with Angie, Y/n is obviously an exception because she’s simply too good for our resident fuckboy,” George added as you and Fred entered into some kind of staring contest.

Lee snatched the fire whiskey from your hand and took a quick shot, “Alright, alright calm down! Here is my professional commentary; Y/n is not included because Freddie dearest doesn’t know how to deal with feelings and, as we all know, Y/n is a whirlwind- in a good way of course- however Freddie can only think with his dick so he would only get lost in her current.”

“Oi!” Fred shouted indignantly, pouting childishly before hopping off his seat and shoved his twin away from you, he squeezed himself into the space beside you and looked at you seriously, his cheeks flushed due to, what you thought was, his intoxicated state, “You’re not included because you’re my best mate and I’ll spend the rest of my life with you anyway I just think, you know, romantically you're not my type...” That stung. The alcohol in your system wasn’t working nearly as hard as Angie’s as she was reaching across your body and smacking Fred across the chest clumsily before you could even fully digest his words.

“Fred-“ smack, “Weasley-“ smack, “You-“ smack, “Are-“ smack, “such a-“ smack, “Twat!” The slaps she delivered were weak and didn’t do much besides cause Fred to fall into a state of utter confusion, “Romantically you’re not my type,” you, George and Lee snickered at Angie’s imitation of Fred’s voice, while Fred continued to stare at Angelina with a lost expression as she went on, “So a loyal, trustworthy, considerate, girlfriend isn’t your type? Hm? Well good because just because you said that you can never ever have her because she’s mine!”

“Alright, Angie. I think it’s time for bed,” you mumbled through a laugh, she was always a combative drunk and you usually found it quite funny but you didn’t need anymore reminding that your hopeless crush really was hopeless. When you stood up you howled out a laugh when Angie hopped up behind you, still glaring at Fred she smacked your ass, slung her arm around your shoulder and slurred, “Yeah. Let’s go, sexy,” George and Lee fell into a fit of laughter as you led Angie towards the stairs.

“I love you girls!” George called through his laughter, Lee hummed in agreement.

“Love you, Georgie. Love you, Lee!” You replied.

“I love you too!” Angie shouted over you.

Fred was still lost when you disappeared up the stairs with his, very drunk, teammate, “What the fuck just happened?”

“Your stupid ’Y/n is off limits’ rule has finally caught up to you. You’ve lost her to Angie.” George chuckled and Fred shoved him halfheartedly.

“Shut up. All that this proves is that I’m no good for her.” He said, bitterly taking a swig from the bottle in his hands. It was no secret to either of the boys that Fred was head over heels for you. He would’ve followed you anywhere, however, it seemed as though every time he spoke to you the less he even knew what he was trying to say; take that night as an example. You were exactly his type. In every way. But Lee was right when he said Fred wasn’t good at dealing with his emotions, whereas you seemed to hold an ocean of feelings and insights to life that Fred would actively drown in if he could.

“She likes you Fred, you know how she is when she wants something. Tell her no, she’ll only come back stronger. She’ll crack you eventually, ‘specially with Angie in her corner,” George informed his brother, reminding him of your unmatched determination.

True enough, you had always played to win and often did everything in your power to complete a challenge and come out on top. Fred wasn’t an idiot, he knew you fancied him, he fancied you too, who wouldn’t? But there were times that he’d be with you and this feeling of home would wash over him- he couldn’t risk losing you or that feeling you brought about, he’d be completely hollow. Besides, chasing girls who reminded him of you would keep him satisfied for the time being, surely. Surely not apparently.

George was right when he said you wouldn’t give up, in the last few days Fred found himself wishing you were his and he just knew you were doing things to make him crazy on purpose. You were, of course. He couldn’t deny that you were a force of nature all on your own, but wow, you were indeed a whirlwind when you acted with intention.

It had started with fleeting touches whenever you were close enough to achieve it. Gentle brushes of your fingertips against his while you walked alongside each other in the halls, quickly progressed into your hand gripping his bicep every time you spoke to him, then onto biting your lip whenever you were aware of his gaze. Ignoring the growing frustration within him only grew harder when you’d approach him, like clockwork, each night before he’d get busy with whoever it happened to be that night. You’d casually brush your hand down his arm, pull your lip between your teeth, wink and tell him to, “have fun”, and he would, purely because he’d have that image of you seared into his head the entire time.

Playing dirty was never something Fred would normally get on board with, however, the second he noticed you lapping up the attention you were receiving from one of the, admittedly handsome, Ravenclaw boys; Fred decided that you were in fact the one prize he’d cheat to win.

“Fuck this,” he’d muttered, causing his twin to raise an eyebrow at him. They’d only just sat down for breakfast yet Fred was already cursing out the day.

Ginny had heard him too, the youngest Weasley gave Fred a bored look, “What’s wrong with you?”

Fred let out an agitated huff through his nose, glaring menacingly at the tall brunette boy, who was sitting far too close to you for Fred’s liking. George’s laugh broke him out of his trance and he heard his brother snicker out a sarcastic, “So the penny’s finally dropped, has it?”

“Piss off, George,” Fred grumbled, his lips forming a scowly as the boy placed his hand on your knee under the table.

“For Merlin’s sake, Fred. Would you just ask her out already? I’m sick of you,” Ginny complained, Fred was her brother and she loved him but this? This was ridiculous.

“Rude, Gins. You better watch it or I’ll tell mum you’re misbehaving,” Fred joked, halfheartedly while Ginny raised a challenging eyebrow.

“Try it, Fred. I’ll tell her that you’re being a git and ruining her chances of having Y/n as a daughter-in-law.” Ginny threatened. Fred shook his head, determination flooding his body.

He stood from his spot hastily, and all but marched up to you and the boy who currently occupied your attention, “Oi, can I steal you for a minute, love?” Before you could even answer, you were being pulled from your seat by Fred’s strong grip on your hand.

The boy pulled you along until you were out of earshot of the Great Hall and away from the prying eyes of the nosy student body.

“Can I help you, Freddie?” You asked sweetly, too sweetly.

Fred’s hands slid against your sides before settling contently on your waist, he shook his head in disbelief as he spoke, “You’re something else, do you know that?”

Butterflies rumbled in your stomach in response to his newfound proximity and burning gaze. It took everything in you to bite back a triumphant yell as you managed a wicked grin. “What I am is exactly your type, Fred Weasley.”

“You’re bloody right you are,” he muttered, impatient desire fuelling him as he brought his lips to yours, tugging you closer by the waist and kissing you with so much desperation that you were starting to think snogging Fred Weasley wasn’t as open and shut as you’d previously thought.

[tsukki-bear]

𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮

シ𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⚠︎︎𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1𝘬

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 @heroinautumn

"y/n, for the last time you look fine." bakugo huffed as he adjusted his tie, "you look really damn handsome. we have to go. hurry."

y/n ruffled his hair slightly one last time before walking out of the bathroom and to his boyfriend. the blonde was already irritated at the thought of seeing his classmates again. he was excited to see them all but katsuki practically has to be mad about something all the time. y/n laughed at his boyfriends expression, hitting his arm playfully.

"katsuki, you don't always have to be so uptight. just relax, for me please." y/n told the blonde as they walked out the door.

"i can't just calm- okay, fine." bakugo sighed, rolling his eyes.

y/n smiled to himself as he hopped into the passenger side of the car. he knew he was the only one who could remotely keep mr. katsuki bakugo calm. no one would ever think that katsuki would have such a soft spot for someone. at first he had a hard time expressing his feelings and showing affection to his boyfriend, but with a little help, y/n helped him get in touch with his emotions.

"i'm so excited to meet all of your friends!" y/n exclaimed as bakugo pulled into the parking lot.

"yeah, well, they're not all that great." the blonde mumbled.

"hush. i'm sure they're all lovely." his lover replied, stepping out of the car.

the two men walked hand in hand, a gesture that seemed so unlike bakugo, all the way inside. heads turned to the pair as they walked in the large doors. the first person y/n noticed was a woman who resembled a frog. she smiled at y/n before hopping over to them.

"are you bakugo's boyfriend?" she asked curiously.

"straight to the point, tsu." bakugo replied, "yes. this is y/n l/n."

"i'm tsuyu asui." she spoke before ribbiting, which made y/n giggle.

the frog girl hopped away after their brief introduction. y/n knew some of the people around him, but not well, except deku. of course he knew the green haired man pretty well. he had only met kirishima and todoroki briefly before. everyone else were strangers to him.

"hey there, cutie, i'm denki! denki kamiari!" a man with yellow hair introduced himself, "and you are?"

"my boyfriend." bakugo answered grumpily, putting his arm around y/n.

"i'm y/n l/n. nice to meet you, denki. i would apologize for bakugo, but i'm sure you know how he is."

"all too well." denki laughed, "wow bakugo, i can't believe you managed to get such a cute boyfriend."

"shut up, you damn-" katsuki got cut short by y/n elbowing him, "okay, i'll be nice. goodbye denki, we have other people to meet."

y/n looked around the crowd of people. most of their quirks were noticeable by their appearance. y/n thought to himself that he wished he had a cool quirk like them, but he had been born without one at all. it was hard when everyone started getting their quirks in elementary school and he didn't. y/n hoped that he was a late bloomer, but he soon excepted that he wasn't going to get one. as he got older, it didn't bother him so much but it still proves hard to not be jealous.

"ah, look, it's lida. he won't flirt." katsuki pulled y/n along to meet the blue haired man.

"katsuki," lida smiled, "it's been a long time. who's this?"

"i'm y/n. i'm bakugo's boyfriend." y/n answered, smiling and offering his hand to lida.

"tenya lida." the other male shook his hand, "very nice to meet you."

"you too, tenya!" y/n waved.

after all the introductions had been made, everyone was sitting around and talking. most of the conversations were of class memories. y/n was having an amazing time hearing all of their fun stories, like the time villains attacked them while they were on a field trip. bakugo had never told him the story before. everyone was laughing and having a good time.

"wow, bakugo, you're really lucky to have someone as handsome as y/n." mina told him, scooting closer to y/n.

"yeah, i am." bakugo huffed, crossing his arms.

ever since they got there, katsuki was having an increasingly difficult time keeping women and men off his man. especially the girls, denki, and kirishima. they seemed a little too fond of y/n for bakugo's liking. everytime someone talked to his boyfriend in that flirting tone, he felt his blood boil. katsuki promised y/n he wouldn't act up, but it was getting really hard to keep that promise.

"yeah, i think you could've done better than that hotheaded jerk- ouch! i'm kidding, bakugo." kirishima laughed as he received a hit on the top of his head.

the night winded down to an end and people were slowly leaving. only a few people were left when y/n let out a yawn. bakugo used that as an excuse to leave, claiming that y/n must be exhausted. y/n agreed, noticing how antsy his boyfriend was getting. the two said their goodbyes and headed home.

"katsuki, what's the matter with you?" y/n asked as they got in the car, "what are you so agitated for?"

"well, maybe it was because half of my damn friends were flirting with you." he growled, rolling his eyes.

"no one was flirting with me, i mean, except denki. he definitely was." y/n shook his head.

"god, are you really that oblivious?” bakugo scoffed, “or do you need some glasses, baby boy?”

“i guess i’m oblivious.” y/n shrugged, “why are you so mad about it? they can flirt all they want. i’m still yours. i love you.”

“you really mean it?” he replied, getting a nod in response, “i love you too, y/n, but you know i can’t help but to get jealous when people are flirting with my boyfriend. maybe i can give you a little reminder who you belong to when we get home.”

“whatever helps you feel better.” y/n smirked

[lesbian-deadpool]

Happy Little Accidents

Part Two: Hope

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,317

Warnings: I don’t think there is any?? Crying/light angst, adoption process, stress??

Request: Yes

Summary: You work on getting you little girl back. And hope that it’s successful.

A/N: It’s been a long time coming, I haven’t proof read it or anything (but when do I ever? Lol), so bare that in mind.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

Being a pair of Avengers and going through the adoption process was so very complicated.

On one hand, you were well known across the globe. Household names.

But on the other. You were dangerous people, with violent past's -and futures to come- with more enemies than you could count. Some of which you didn't even know existed. And who in their right minds would ever let a child into that environment? People have been turned down for much less.

However.

You were basically celebrity's. And as everyone knows, that comes with a lot of special treatment. Even if you and Natasha -And most of, if not all of your team- denied to use any of it. But in this case? For little Hope? You would do whatever you had to.

So, it was thanks to that, that you were even allowed to be considered for adoption.

And there was so much work that had to be done.

Papers to sign, meetings to attend, visits and screenings every which way. And so much more.

It was a long and tedious journey. And you still had a long way to go.

Right now, you had to watch as someone picked apart your home -once again- to make sure it was okay for your little girl to come home. Where she belongs.

You had moved not too long ago, maybe a little over two months, and in that time, it had been looked at three times. Which really made it seem like you weren't doing anything, in their eyes, considering you were busy working and renovating the whole place out at the same time.

The day after you and Natasha had to say goodbye to Hope, you knew that you had to get a bigger place than the apartment you had both shared. And began looking for new homes the very same day.

Tony's help wasn't needed, you had plenty of money, but he insisted. So when you two found a townhouse that you absolutely adored, not too far from SHIELD HQ -where you both now worked most of the time. As when Fury found out that you were both to be adopting Hope- or trying to at least, the man lowered your hours and took you off missions altogether. Just until you were all settled-, the billionaire bought it for you, the moment he got wind of it.

You were moved in three days later. Deciding to work on the house while you lived there.

"So, where would the child be sleeping?" Your caseworker asked.

"Oh, right this way," you said, leading her down the hall to the newly decorated bedroom. Natasha following behind.

You gestured to the light pink, yet slightly sparse room. "This is it."

"We still have to pick up some of the furniture. But we've been waiting for the room to be decorated first," Natasha said, excusing the bare room.

"Yeah, Hope's not going to sleep on a stack of paint cans," you tried to joke. To which you barely got a smile from your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

"It look's decorated to me?"

"Oh." Natasha smiled. "We're having a friend of ours paint a mural or two on the walls."

"Yeah, Hope has a few favourite Avengers, so he's gonna paint them. And he's been learning how to draw cartoon characters for it, too."

"He's actually trying to adopt the two kids he took in with his fiance."

"Steve Rogers?" Stephany asked.

"That's the guy," you said, nodding along with Natasha.

"I've seen him around the office," She spoke again a few moments later. "So, when are you planning on getting the furniture for the room?"

"Hopefully, within a month," Natasha replied, "But with our and Steve's schedules, things are up in the air."

It was a difficult start to the adoption process, more so than it was now. Considering that the children legally didn't exist to the world. So, everything was so confusing and thrown up into the air while waiting for the kids to be registered.

Almost like you didn't know whether you were coming or going. Everything stuck in limbo as you waited to see what kind of adoption process you would have to take. And even with all of your connections in the world, you were still left in the dark.

There was the fact that the kids were found overseas in Romania, so they could be considered Romanian. And so, you would have to go through international adoption.

However, none of the children have birth parents and were brought to America because you had rescued them. So, some would say they could be considered immigrants.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Babies that had been grown in a lab and saved from a further torturous life, that now needed legalization in the world's eyes.

You and Natasha had to watch as Government's essentially fought over these children you saved. Over the same child, you clothed and fed. The one you played games with and bonded with the little girl you grew to love and consider your own.

So, as the world fought for the right of your child, your little Hope, you waited. Just wishing and wanting to bring your daughter home.

But, luckily for you, the children were now classed as American citizens. Which made it ten times easier for you to adopt than it would otherwise.

Which is honestly just crazy to you, considering just how intensely hard this is.

There were times you didn't believe you could ever adopt your child.

On more than one occasion, Natasha would come to you, saddened to her core, because she truly believed that you would never have Hope in your family.

It was so fucking hard.

Natasha had rolled over one night after you two had -once again- gone through the rules and regulations of adopting. Uttering how you were, "Never going to get her back" that there was "Juts no way, they will let us adopt", as she cried into your arms.

But still, the process continued.

"Well, your home seems to be in good standing. So for. But I advise you to get the furniture for the child's room as soon as possible," Stephane commented as she began packing up her belongings and paperwork.

"Oh, we know."

"Steve did say that he was going to start work on it in the next few days," Natasha added, nodding along with you.

"Well, that's is good news." Stephane smiled. "I'll see you at our next meeting with Hope."

Natasha sighed happily. "We can't wait."

"Well, goodbye then."

You whished the dirty-blonde woman farewell, closing the door behind her.

"We get to see our daughter in a couple of weeks," your red-headed girlfriend said excitedly, dancing from side to side out of pure happiness. Her bright smile filling your soul with warmth, that travelled all the way into your bones.

You matched her emotions, hands coming to curve around her shoulder blades and pulling her close to you.

"I know, Honey. It's been so long since we've seen her. And we're gonna bring her home one day."

That was all you could say before your mouth was covered, with the crushing feeling of Natasha's plump lips against yours.

***

Nerves rattled through you, but you hadn't the faintest idea why, considering this wasn't the first time you had seen Hope. However, it had been one of the first times you were able to see her since the day she was taken away from you.

If you thought you were bad.

Natasha was far worse.

She was practically shaking. From nerves or excitement, you didn't know. But you had a good inkling to think that it was both.

You had done so much for this child in the short span of time you had known her.

And yet, you couldn't imagine your life any other way. The thought of how your life had been that time last year.

No Hope. Surrounded by missions and work. Every free moment you had was spent with Natasha, and the rag-tag group of hero's you had grown to call your family.

It all seemed so foreign now.

Like a past life.

'Wow', you thought, 'Maybe I really am growing up'.

A part of you was afraid that the girl you thought of as your daughter wouldn't recognise you or your []. And would be scared of the two strangers that had just barged their way into her life. Breaking both of your heart's.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Was the thing that greeted you, as soon as the door had swung open. Making you realise just how stupid your train of thought really was.

Natasha rushed forward, scooping the girl up into her arms, with a bright smile upon both of their faces.

"So, I still don't get a name, huh?" you joked, walking over to the reuniting girls.

Brushing a hand over Hope's short hair. Grinning when she reached her arms towards you, ready to give you a hug of your own, which you gratefully accepted.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, rubbing Hope's back as she hugged you, "You'll get a name soon."

"I better. Or else I'm gonna have ta tickle it out of her."

Hope's squeals reached your ears as you threateningly poked her side with your fingers.

"Here, baby. I'll save you," Natasha called, pulling the giggling girl from your arms. Both of them watching as you pulled your hand's in front of your face, wiggling the fingers almost spookily as them. The girls turned to each other, "They're silly."

Then they walked away.

With you calling after them.

"Hey! I may be silly, but-... I have no rebuttal!"

Natasha laughed at this, then greeted the care worker that was patiently waiting for you both. The one that you had only just noticed.

"Hello, Stephany," Natasha said in greeting, shaking the woman's hand. You following suit.

"Hey. How have you two been?"

"Missing this little one," Natasha replied, bouncing the girl on her waist. Receiving fun-filled giggles in return.

"I bet you have. And you, Y/N?"

"Exhausted," you told her honestly, "With moving house and everything, I just want to have Hope home, then sleep for a week."

The care worker laughed at that.

"Let's hope that that's sooner rather than later, then."

Your few hour's with Hope passed faster than you ever could have imagined. You played with blocks, ate lunch, "helped" Hope colour in her haphazardly filled colouring book. You absolutely adored the way her eyes lit up, and she started dancing and flailing her arms when she saw bubbles for the first time. You almost couldn't continue blowing them because of your bright smile.

And now you were watching as Natasha spoke gently to the little girl. Hope's hand's resting on the red-heads cheeks, watching her mother with such concentrating eyes.

You adored your little family.

You just wished you could have them all home.

'One day', you thought, 'one day'.

Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do.

Just like the last time.

And the time before that.

And the time before that.

And the one before that.

It just got harder and harder each and every time you did this.

Hope was crying. And so was Natasha, albeit silently, as she tried to console the toddler.

"I know, my little love, I know-"

"Mommy!" Hope cried.

"I know, angel. We'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"Mommy!"

"I know."

Once in the car, you let your tears fall, Natasha sobbing in the seat beside you.

"I don't think I can keep on doing this anymore," you admitted. Deciding it was best you explained when Natasha turned to look at you, an incredulous look upon her face, "Keep on seeing her, and not being able to bring her home."

"We'll get there," your [] reached over the centre console to squeeze your hand, "We will. You're the one who's always saying that we've got to take after her namesake and have hope."

"But it almost seems endless, Nat."

"I know, honey." She wetly kissed your tear-stained cheek. Her lips, brushing against it as she continued, "We'll bring her home. I just know it."

"I hope you're right."

***

She was right.

Of course, she was right.

She was Natasha Romanoff, after all.

It was like she just had this inability to be wrong.

But in this case? You were so fucking happy about that.

Granted it had taken a while longer -a good eight months- but finally, you were here.

Exiting the courthouse with Hope in your arms, and Natasha by your side. Bright smiles upon all of your faces, about to take the little girl- Your daughter home.

You would never have to say goodbye to her, like that, ever again.

She was legally a part of your family now. And nothing would ever change that.

"Ready to go home, sweetpea?" Natasha asked the beaming girl.

"I don't know about you," you started, "But I think this deserves celebratory ice cream."

"I think you just want ice cream before dinner."

You gave an overdramatic gasp.

"Why I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Natasha laughed at your antics but nonetheless nodded her head.

"I agree. This does deserve celebratory ice cream."

"Yes!" you exclaimed happily to Hope, your free arm raising above your head in victory, making the girl copy you by raising both of her arms.

She was already taking after you.

Your red-headed girlfriend sighed dreamily after you, as you chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" On your way to the car.

She couldn't remember a time where she was this happy.

It had been a long time since then.

And Natasha just couldn't wait to see what the rest of her life would bring with the two of you now by her side.

***

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