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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 months

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Lost in a storm

Marko × reader

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I sighed softly as the harsh wind slammed against my chest. It was about to storm. The waves were crashing into the rocks scattered around the beach, and the boardwalk seemed to be completely deserted.

I enjoyed myself, though, in the dark, dreary afternoon. It was cold, but not cold enough to make me regret going outside. There was some faint hint of rain, but not enough for me to regret not taking an umbrella. And there was wind. A lot of it. Swirling around me, slamming against me, dragging me forward and pushing me back. It made me feel small, in the comparison of things.

How could my world end when something out there - like the wind - was so much stronger and bigger than me? How could I be worried when the wind slammed against me, quite literally pushing all the worries away from me? How could I be anything when the wind could drag me down the second I allowed it to?

You see, I had somehow - for some reason - fallen in love. I didn't do love. Love was not a thing for me, I didn't bother with it. Why would I, when I was happy on my own? When I had friends, family, a fulfilled life? And yet, when I first saw him, I couldn't help but just fall for him. And not even a little bit - I flew right past 'crush' to 'head over heels madly in love'.

He had been something. Feared on the boardwalk, first and foremost. Also, apparently, one of the tormentors of my brother. But whether he was feared or hated, it didn't matter to me. I saw him. How he'd sometimes give some extra food to homeless kids, how he drove carefully past some animals so he wouldn't scare them. How he'd made sure that the ones he cared about were alright. He might have seemed bad, and he might have been bad to some - but, deep down, I realised he was good.

Me being in love with him was not the cause of my worries, though. No, my dear brother - note the sarcasm here - was the cause of that. He had wanted to fit in with their group. He had tried to back out. And backing out in Michael's case didn't mean backing off. It meant taking revenge. And that revenge caused me to be stressed beyond imagination. Because somehow, I got dragged into it as well. It was not just Michael going after David. It was Michael dragging me along while trying to kill my boyfriend and his family.

They had tried to kill Marko. Michael had tried to kill him. And he had expected me to be okay with it. He had expected me to help. And I did. Help, that is. Just not him.

I'd screamed and yelled and cried until he woke up. I screamed until the Frog brothers got distracted, so I could be certain they would miss. That they would not stake him through his heart. That eventhough Marko might still get injured, it would not be lethal. Luckily for me, I was successful. He lived. I hoped.

Because after I had tried to save him, I was dragged away by my brother and the Frog brothers. I was pushed away by David, who had anger written all over his face. I was dragged out of the cave, forbidden from entering again by the vampires and forbidden to return home by my human family.

So here I was. The wind was still punching against my chest as I tried to forget what had happened earlier today. As I tried to forget what might have happened to Marko. As I tried to distract myself of the endless what ifs that circled around in my head, as it tried to forget that maybe I had just screwed up for good with both my human family and my new found one.

"You'll get sick."

I turned around quickly, trying to steady my heartbeat.

"I don't care."

"He will."

"Marko's alive?" I looked at Dwayne, feeling more hopeful than I had done all day. He nodded.

"He asked me to come and get you."

I nodded, following him back to his bike. I got on, no longer caring that I was indeed getting quite cold and lightheaded. He was alive - and if he wanted to see me, he was not angry. Not with me, at least. Not that he had a right to be angry with me, I bloody saved the man, but you never know with vampires, you know?

I was quiet as we entered the cave, not saying anything as I hugged Marko tightly. We stood there for a while before I heard David speak up.

"We're going out for revenge."

I turned to look at him, shaking my head. "You're an idiot if you do."

David was about to snap at me when I continued. "Dont you get it?! They will expect the three of you! They will have fucking prepared for it! They may be young and stupid, but they almost succeeded once! Going after them tonight? You will fucking die! All of you. Just-" I swalled hard, trying to fight the tears that finally welled up in my eyes. "Just don't. Not tonight."

"Why do you care? Weren't you just with them this morning, ready to attack?" David sounded cold and bitter, and frankly, more dangerous than I had ever experienced before. I stepped back in fear, feeling slightly more secure when Marko pulled me closer to him.

"I tried to stop them," I said quietly. It was of no use, I knew David was angry.

"Just shut up," Marko looked at David, interrupting him before he could go on an angry rant. "Without Y/N, I'd be dead now. Project your anger on somebody else."

With those words, the cave fell silent. David, at one point, went out - either to get some food or to get some food. Dwayne and Paul left, too, at some point, stating that they wanted to see what they were up against the next day.

"I thought I lost you," I said softly as I sat on the couch, looking at him. "I was so fucking scared that they'd hit your heart and that I'd never see you again-"

"It's not that easy to kill a vampire, babe."

"You're sure you're alright?"

Marko was about to answer when I sneezed loudly. I shivered, feeling cold and clammy.

"Are you?"

"I think Dwayne was right," I mumbled, grabbing a blanket from Stars' bed and pulling it around me, "I shouldn't have been out in this weather for so long."

Marko chuckled, laying down so I could lay next to him. "You better get some sleep. Before you really get sick."

I nodded softly, my hand playing with a loose strand of his hair. "Maybe I should turn."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. To make sure you're safe."

He grinned, kissing my forehead softly. "You've already succeeded, babe. Just get some sleep, alright? I'm fine, I'm still here. I won't leave you."

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viktheviking1 · 7 months

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The rain poured out of the sky as the windshield wipers beat against the tune coming from the radio. The announcer had called the song “Bye Bye Blackbird” and it sounded like it was coming right from a phonograph, rather than the state of the art audio system that was in the limo. Fizz sighed as he stared out the window at the bright lights and apartment buildings. “ . . . We’ve arrived at the penthouse. Aren’t you going in?” One of the hellhounds said from the front. They had been parked outside for a minute and Fizz had made no signs of leaving.

He sighed again, “Yeah . . . I am.”

The elevator rose higher and higher, and Fizz couldn’t help feeling nervous. More than anything, he wanted to see Ozzie; just cuddle him in their big bed together and forget this night ever happened, but he knew there were questions he’d need to answer first . . . and Oz might tell him to go sleep somewhere else, after. Maybe permanently . . .

Ozzie turned around to see the glass elevator arrive, Fizzarolli inside, looking down, “Fizzy! You’re back! What took you so long, babe? Why did you stop answering my texts? Are you hurt anywhere?” Fizz let him inspect his arms, legs and body. Ever since the incident, he’d gotten even more overprotective of him.

“Hi, Asmodeus . . . I’m fine.” Fizz said, looking away from him.

“Oh, sh*t. Something serious happen?” Oz turned his chin to look him in the eyes.

Fizz couldn’t help it, he started crying, “I-I f**ked up, Ozzy. . . I f**ked up bad. Please don’t hate me.”

Well, that was concerning, but he was home safe and whatever it was, he clearly already regretted it. Asmodeus sighed, and scooped him up into his arms, a relieved and empathetic look on his face, “I could never hate you, Fizzy frog, come here. It’s late and we should both get some sleep.”

Once in their room with the door closed, Ozzy set Fizz down on the bed. He grabbed some tissues, and knelt on the floor, and holding Fizz’s face, dabbed the tears and snot off. Fizz leaned into the giant blue hand, and kissed it, looking up at Oz shyly.

“I need to tell you what happened. And it’s okay if you want to kick me out after. I-I’d understand.” Fizz sniffled.

“D*mn girl, what has got you this upset?” Ozzy said, sitting on the bed next to him.

“You know h-how, when we started dating . . . we agreed this was an open relationship, mostly so you could keep up appearances of being the great ‘Lord of Lust’, big daddy to many, not just me, right?” Fizz started.

“. . . Uh-huh.” Ozzy did not like where this was going.

“And I told you that I never expected you to have romantic feelings for me, like at all, let alone a monogamous relationship, so I was fine sharing you with however many people it took, as long as we were together.” He fidgeted with his hoodie.

“Uh-huh.” Oz tried his best to keep a neutral face.

“And I also said that while I appreciated the permission to go fooling around if I wanted, I didn’t really need it, because no one could satisfy me the way you could anyway, right. You remember that?” Fizz peaked up at Ozzy.

Asmodeus, trying to hold back tears, squeaked, “ . . . Uh-huh. . .”

“Ozzy . . . are you okay?” Fizz put a mechanical hand on his knee.

Oz burst into tears, “You’re leaving me aren’t you?!” He sobbed.

Fizz was taken aback, “What?! NO! F**k no! Never!”

“I sent you off on a date to get the press off our backs, and you met someone you can love publicly, and now you’re leaving me!!!” Oz put his face in his hands.

Fizz jumped up on his back, putting his arms around his shoulders, “Awe, Oz. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve told you; I don’t mind keeping us a secret, really! It’s kind of hot, actually.” Fizz snickered.

Ozzy sniffled, and looked over at him, “Then . . . what happened? You saying you got dirty with someone?”

Fizz jumped off and landed in the middle of the bed, “No! Well, sort of. Just a makeout sesh! A really. . . really, erotic make out sesh. It was all so sudden! I didn’t know what to do!” He sighed, “Still, I should’ve talked to you about it first. You text me before getting frisky with other demons. At the very least, I should have done the same, if not more. . . I’m sorry.”

There was a pause, and then to his extreme surprise, Asmodeus giggled, “Are you . . . laughing?”

Ozzy laughed heartily, then took a breath to say, “This is the serious news you had to tell me?”

Fizz blushed a bit, confused, “Well, yeah, I mean- I kinda cheated on you. And even if the relationship is open, I didn’t communicate and-”

He was interrupted by Asmodeus laying down, and placing Fizz on his chest, “Well, yes. And maybe I should be mad, but honestly, I’m relieved that it wasn’t something worse. Plus, I thought you’d started seeing other people ages ago.”

Fizz sat up on his chest, “Wait, what?! What the f**k gave you that idea?”

Ozzy smiled, “When you said no one else could satisfy you, I just thought it was a line to get me into bed with you. Which did work, as I recall.”

“Yeah, I remember. That was the night we tried ********* ***** ***** **** for the first time.” Fizz smiled wistfully, “Those were good times . . .”

Ozzy chuckled, “Right, and I’ve seen you flirt with some of the succubi here, as well as the dancers and security at the club. . .”

“That was just for show! To throw people off our scent!” Fizz defended.

“Yes well, I figured you were getting nasty with them in your down time, both for press and for fun. We even winked at each other while you flirted around.” Ozzy shrugged.

Fizz groaned, “Because you and I were in on the secret! Not because I was about to f**k ‘em!”

“I never minded, Babe! I started doing the texting thing because it made me feel better to be totally open with you. I never wanted to make you feel like I was hiding things from you or that you were beneath me as an imp and a sin. I just did it to make sure that you knew we stood on equal ground. But I figured you not texting before you got down on someone else meant that you felt completely secure in my trust in you. It kind of made me happy actually.” Ozzy paused to giggle, “But now I know that you haven’t had s*x with anyone else? This whole time? And the first time you do anything dirty, you come home crying thinking I’ll dump you over it? It’s adorable!”

He squeezed Fizz in a hug as he started laughing again.

“Haha, right . . . So you aren’t mad? Even a little?” Fizz looked up at him.

Ozzy began taking off Fizz’s jester hat, and Fizz let him, “Not at all, babe. Though, I do feel kinda dumb for not confirming whether or not you were screwing anyone else. Could’ve saved us some trouble. I guess that’s why they say the thing about *sses and assuming.”

Fizz purred a little as Ozzy stroked his head, “It’s fine, and I’m sorry for not being more clear about my intentions from the start. I’m glad we could work this out.”

Ozzy grinned, taking Fizz off his chest so he could roll over on his stomach. He waved his legs in the air, and placed his chin in his hand, “Sooooo, who’s the lucky guy who you almost got lucky with~? Or lucky gal? Or otherwise lucky . . . hotshot?”

Fizz blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck, “Guy, and uh- Ahem. . . you remember that guy I used to hate for blowing me up? And then I told you about how he kind of saved my life, blew me up again, and saved my life again?”

“Blitzo?!” Ozzy was shook.

“Blitz, actually. And it's a long story." Fizz looked down, blushing.

"Oooo~ do tell." Asmodeus scooched a little closer.

Fizz snickered, "Okay, okay. So . . ."

Read more on The Pompous and The Prick

All relationships are different, be they monogamous or otherwise, and I am no expert on the subject. So don’t use this as a reference point for anyone else’s relationship. All I did was listen to a podcast, that was the extent of my research, so I do apologize if I misrepresented anyone in any way. Some people may not like them in the hierarchical polyamorous relationship that I’ve put them in. And that’s okay; you can disagree. This is the only time it came up in the story anyway, so I hope it doesn't deter you from reading it. Thanks <3

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rainisawriter · 8 months

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The Rain That Binds Us (Woozi)

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Genre: Fantasy au, magic, fluff

Word Count: 5,765

Pairing: First Person x Woozi

World: Seventeen

A/N: This was originally written as a short story for Rainy Beginnings by WattpadLitFic but I decided to change it up and make it a fanfic. You know I had to choose Woozi, too lol

Warnings: MC has anxiety and nearly has a panic attack.

Prompt: “As the rain cascades from the sky, a chance encounter between two strangers sparks an unexpected bond that forever alters their lives.”

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The sudden pounding of rain on the roof caught my attention and I removed my headphones to make sure I wasn’t hearing things. As soon as I confirmed that it was pouring outside, I tossed my headset onto the bed and headed for the front door, paper and pen in hand.

I don’t have much to be thankful for when it comes to this old, worn-down house, but I’m happy that it has a porch for just these moments. Thick bushes covered the length of the porch offering plenty of privacy.

This was important for me because of my anxiety and I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing me. Not that anyone in this neighborhood would be out and about at three in the morning. It’s mostly older folks that don’t go out or party, so the neighborhood is peaceful and quiet.

I settled down in the wicker chair, watching the rain fall onto the driveway with a smile. It’s hard to explain, but I’ve always had this intense love for the rain. Most people hate rainy days, especially when it ruins their usually sunny Florida days. As for me, I’m happiest when it’s raining. It fills me with peace.

It’s like the rain washes away everything negative, creating this magical serenity. We get our fair share of rain in the Summer here, what with hurricane season and all, but it’s not enough for me. There are far more sunny days and I hate it. I would give anything to move somewhere with more rain.

More than anything, I feel most inspired when it rains. I can sit and write for hours. My dream is to write my own book and have it published one day. It’s a dream I’ve kept with me since I was a child, though it doesn’t quite seem possible for me. There are so many factors stacked against me that it feels like there’s no point in trying sometimes.

I can’t deny how happy I feel when I’m writing, though. To be able to turn mere thoughts into worlds filled with characters, stories filled with drama and adventure. It’s magical to me and I really admire those that have managed to craft a story and share it with the world.

I tapped the blank page with the pen as I watched the rain falling to the ground. I could hear the drops pelting the tree leaves. I could see a puddle forming in the large dip in the sidewalk, the water rippling with each drop. Frogs sang in the distance, happy to finally have rain. It was beautiful. I felt like I was going to burst from within because it was all so overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

I can’t even describe it as it deserves to be described. I can only hope that someone out there understands and feels the same. I wonder… is it possible that there’s someone else who loves the rain as much as I do? It seems impossible, especially here in Florida. People are constantly complaining about the rain and how much they hate it. To them, it’s gloomy and depressing. When I hear things like that, it makes me feel sad that they can’t see the same beauty I do.

Setting the paper on the table, I stood up and slowly left the safety of the porch. Even though it was late and everyone was sleeping, I still took in my surroundings to make sure that no one was around. As much as I adore the rain, I enjoy the nighttime a bit more simply because I can be alone. My anxiety and agoraphobia make it very hard for me to deal with other human beings.

Because of that, I only feel comfortable leaving my house at night. The fact that the neighborhood is filled with older people, I don’t have to worry about people coming and going. I can be alone and feel safe while everyone around me sleeps.

Perhaps it sounds sad when put like that, but that is my reality. I’ve learned to live with it, though I can’t say it’s gotten any easier. Rather, I’ve just gotten used to it and know what to expect.

The rain was cold against my skin as I walked slowly down the driveway, pausing for a moment. Because of my condition, I refuse to leave the direct vicinity of my house, so I would walk from one end of the property to the other, listening to the way the rain changed.

The sound was stronger when I walked by the tree. It was softer, more melodic when I walked away from it toward the grass. It made a soft ‘plop’ in the puddles and it was aggressively loud falling from the gutters. If only there was thunder rolling in the distance, it would have been perfect. I would give anything to live in this moment forever, to experience this peace every day of my life.

There was a sudden, small flash to my right and I turned my head, scanning the road carefully. I didn’t see anything so I was about to turn and continue my walk when I saw it again. The streetlight was reflecting off of something small in the road. I once again glanced around to make sure no one was there before slowly approaching the object.

I expected it to be a piece of trash or maybe metal so I was surprised when I saw what it actually was. A dragonfly sat in the middle of the road, its top-left wing broken and hanging on by a thread. Its body was a vibrant blue, like the color of a sapphire, and it seemed to glow when it caught the light. I’ve seen a few dragonflies in my lifetime, but none as beautiful as this one.

A frown tugged at my lips as I kneeled down in front of it, water seeping through my basketball shorts. What do I do? I want to help it, but I have no idea how. I guess I should get him out of the road first so he doesn’t get run over.

“It’s okay, little guy,” I told him softly, reaching my hand out only to pause as I remembered something. Can’t dragonflies spit acid when they feel threatened? My heart rate increased as the cold hands of anxiety started to wrap around me, my hand trembling in mid-air.

He flapped his wings softly, creating a strange sound that sounded like a cat purring and a bee buzzing at the same time. It was soothing and I felt my anxiety level going down. It was strange because it was hard to calm down so quickly when I’m feeling anxious. I wasn’t about to complain about it, though.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my hand to the ground. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. I just want to help.”

He hesitated for a moment before slowly walking onto my hand, his body so light that I barely felt him against my skin. I stood up slowly so as not to scare him, looking around for a safe place to set him down. The grass was a bit high but I felt as if it was the best option so I approached it only to pause when it started to make that sound again, flapping its wings.

I frowned down at him in confusion. He flapped his wings harder, somehow managing to lift himself into the air. I was scared he would fall so I cupped my hands beneath him, following him closely as he slowly made his way through the air. He stopped above the big puddle that had gathered in the dip of the sidewalk before turning to look at me. His wings suddenly stopped beating, his tiny body falling against my palm.

I’m not sure why, but I had the impression that he wanted to be put down by the puddle. Maybe he’s thirsty? Slowly, I kneeled beside the puddle and lowered my hand to the ground so he could crawl off. He placed one of his legs in the puddle and it started to glow, the blue light easily piercing through the darkness.

“What the…” I whispered in confusion and awe. A small ripple formed in the center of the puddle before expanding outward, increasing in frequency until an image started to form. I leaned forward to get a better look.

There was a sudden sound behind me and I quickly looked over my shoulder, seeing a group of men wearing all black running down the street toward me. That was scary enough on its own, but each of them were carrying guns and wearing masks.

My heart pounded against my ribs as if it was trying to escape, anxiety flooding my system like a broken dam. My mind was screaming at me to run away but I was frozen to the spot, trembling like a leaf. People often talk about how people experience fight or flight in stressful situations, completely forgetting about those of us that do neither and just freeze up.

All I could do was stay still and hope that they didn’t see –

“Over there!” One of the men pointed at me before they started to run toward me, raising their weapons.

The dragonfly grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me backward toward the puddle. I cried out in surprise, closing my eyes as I waited for the impact. I felt myself hit the water and then… I was underneath the water? There’s no way the puddle was that deep, it was barely an inch!

I started to panic, swinging my limbs frantically as I tried to reach the surface, lungs desperate for air. It felt as if it took forever before I finally broke the surface, sputtering and coughing.

I looked around frantically to try and get my bearings. I was in a clear, round body of water surrounded by tall rock walls. Rain was falling from the dark sky above, making soft plopping sounds that were nearly drowned out by the large waterfall behind me, the top of which was hidden by tall trees and hanging vines. My eyes scanned the walls, looking for any break that I could climb onto.

As soon as I found my target, I swam toward it as fast as my chubby body could carry me. My heart was racing within my chest from the over-exertion my body was experiencing, both mental and physical. It was taking everything I had to keep my anxiety chained down but… I could feel the chains loosening.

I had to calm down and soon.

My hand slapped down on the rock, gripping it firmly as I heaved my body out of the water. When I tried to stand, my legs gave out on me and I tumbled back to the ground, breathing heavily.

‘Calm down, calm down, calm down!’ I screamed it in my head like a mantra, eyes screwed shut as I tried to focus on the rock beneath me. ‘Just breathe. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, just keep brea -‘

My thoughts died and my body tensed up when I felt something sharp pressing against my cheek. I was scared to open my eyes but I did so anyway, slowly peeling them open. I gasped in surprise, quickly sitting up and backing away from the tall man aiming a spear at me. It didn’t take long for my back to hit something solid and, when I looked up, I saw another tall man with a spear of his own.

I was surrounded by these men, their eyes narrowed and angry. They weren’t dressed like the men with guns, though. They wore less clothing, exposing their toned bodies from beneath tribal garb in shades of green and blue.

“Who are you?” demanded the man in front of me, moving his spear to my face once more. “How did you get here? Why were you with prince Woozi?”

My lips parted and closed a few times but no sound escaped. I was overwhelmed with emotion, mostly fear and confusion. I had no idea where I was! One moment I was in my driveway, setting a dragonfly down next to a puddle and the next I’m here! Wherever here is. Now he’s asking about a prince? I must have hit my head and now I’m dreaming… right?

As badly as I wanted to believe it, that spear felt very real as the metal tip pressed against my cheek. I swallowed hard, trying to control my trembling body.

“Who. Are. You?” He stressed each word as if I were dumb or deaf. It was clear to me that he was becoming impatient.

“I…” I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath. “R-Rei… My name is Rei…”

“How did you come to be here?” He demanded, but he didn’t pause to give me a chance to answer. “What have you done to prince Forvendir? Answer me now before I -“

There was a sudden loud slap, the man’s head dipping forward from the force of the slap. Anger flashed through his eyes as he turned to face whoever had hit him. It was a woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties, her blue hair twisted into a braid that hung over her right shoulder.

She sent the man a stern look, hand on her hip. “Honestly, my child. Have I taught you nothing? Threatening someone will only make them close up and you will learn nothing from them.”

He scowled at her, seeming a bit embarrassed. “You should not be here, mother. It’s far too dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” She questioned incredulously, waving her hand toward me. “Look at her. She’s just a helpless child.”

I wasn’t sure which part I felt more offended by; the fact that she called me helpless or the fact that she believes I’m a child…

“She’s a human,” he hissed angrily, pointing his spear at me again though his brown eyes remained on the woman.

I winced at both his tone and the action, attempting to press myself farther back against the legs of the man behind me. What the hell does he mean? Is he not human, too? While his attention was off of me, I took a moment to observe him for the first time.

He seemed pretty human to me, aside from the fact that he was insanely beautiful. His skin was without any blemishes or wrinkles. His jaw was sharp, his wavy black hair looking like he just left the salon and… his ears were pointed? I quickly scanned the crowd of men surrounding me. All of them were just as beautiful and they all had pointed ears.

I closed my eyes, holding my head with my hand as a sharp pain shot through my skull. I could feel my heart picking up speed, my breathing becoming more shallow as the cold hands of anxiety started to wrap around me once more. I was completely overwhelmed and I knew a panic attack was coming.

It felt as if death himself was breathing in my ear, beckoning me into his cold embrace. My body started to shiver uncontrollably, tears stinging at my eyes as I tried my hardest to regain control.

‘Please stop, please stop, please stop!’ Tears slid down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms tightly around my body to try and find some comfort, but it did nothing to help. I felt a warm hand rest on my shoulder and a calming voice whispering softly in my ear.

“Rest now, child. No harm will come to you.“

Panic attacks always leave me feeling exhausted, but that usually comes after it’s over, not during the attack. I tried to fight against the sudden exhaustion but it was too strong, washing over me like a tidal wave. I just didn’t have the energy to fight back.

My world went black as I lost consciousness.

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“Has she awoken yet?“

“I’m afraid not, my prince. Humans are quite fragile creatures.“

“…will she ever wake up?“

“Doctor Mingyu seems confident that she will. Please try not to worry yourself, my prince. She is in good hands.“

“Yes, I know…“

My brow furrowed at the unfamiliar voices, my eyes fluttering open to see an unfamiliar ceiling. What happened? I feel as if I’ve just woken from a really weird dream. Definitely not the first time its happened, though this one feels… different.

I willed my tired brain to remember it and it started to come to me in bits and pieces. The first thing I remembered was the rain and it made me feel at ease for a moment. At least until I saw a flash of pointy-eared men surrounding me with spears.

My eyes widened and I shot up in bed, breathing heavily. That wasn’t a dream… it was far too real and I actually remember what happened. I never remember my dreams!

“Calm yourself, you’re safe.”

I flinched back when a hand touched my shoulder, my wide eyes landing on the young man kneeling beside the bed. I caught his gaze and I felt mesmerized by his teal eyes, seeming to glow under the low light in the room. A wave of calm draped over me like a comforting blanket, the tension slowly leaving my body.

“Ninwae, please go find Doctor Mingyu.” He didn’t break his gaze away from mine as he spoke, his voice reminding me of silk.

The woman hesitated, glancing wearily at me. She seemed to be on the shorter side though she was still taller than me. Her hair was a rich brow, braided and coiled around her head. Her eyes were like emeralds. “My Prince, I don’t believe it’s safe for you to -“

“I will be fine,” he assured her, offering me a warm smile. “She is of no danger to me.”

Ninwae hesitated a moment more before doing as she was told, exiting the tent in a hurry. Normally, I would have felt super nervous being alone with someone I don’t know, especially when that person is an attractive male, but that sense of calm remained. It was strange but not unwelcomed.

“Who…” I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look away from his gaze. “Who are you?”

“My name is Woozi. Yours is Rei, correct?”

I nodded, glancing at his ears. I really wanted to ask about them, but I couldn’t seem to find the right words. It feels like a rude thing to ask no matter how I phrase it. Forcing my gaze away from his ears, I focused on his appearance.

Unlike the others, he was much shorter but he was still fit with clear skin. His black hair was long, reaching his lower back, and his bangs had been pulled back into a low ponytail. He wore an outfit similar to the others, but his seemed more… fancy and seemed to be made with a higher quality material. His nails were painted a bright teal.

He chuckled softly, seeming to read my mind. “You’re curious about our ears, yes?”

I nodded again, glancing at his face to see if he was offended. If anything, he looked amused. “That guy before, he… he called me human. Does that mean… you’re not human?”

“That’s correct. We are -“

The flap of the tent was lifted as the woman returned with a man close behind. Though he wore the same garb as the others, his was white and resembled a long sleeved coat like a doctor would wear. Monocle rested over his right eye which was the shade of a ruby, while the left eye was an crystal clear blue. If that wasn’t jarring enough, his skin was also a pale blue.

He bowed at Woozi and smiled at me. “Good afternoon, my prince. I see my patient is finally awake.”

Woozi stood up to make room for the taller male. “Good afternoon, doctor. Please look her over and make sure she is uninjured.”

“I’ve already looked her over and she’s perfectly fine. However, if it will please you, my prince, I will do so a second time.” He settled down on the stool, somehow still towering over me despite sitting a bit lower than myself. “If you would, please hold out your hand.”

I sent him a confused look, glancing at Woozi. When he nodded encouragingly, I slowly held out my hand, watching as the doctor sandwiched it between his own. They started to glow a faint blue, a calming warmth spreading through my body.

“How curious,” he hummed softly as he pulled his hands away. “You don’t seem to be willing to give in to our magic completely. My prince has used his own magic to calm you, yet there is still a layer of fear and anxiety lingering beneath the surface.”

“Is that bad?” questioned Woozi with a furrowed brow.

“Not bad, just unusual. I’ve never seen a human that doesn’t submit fully to our magic. You’re quite the unique one, my dear.” Mingyu patted me gently on the head before turning to address the male. “I’m afraid I was talking with Wonwoo when Ninwae found me. He has no doubt informed the king that our guest is awake. The guards will be here soon to take her.”

My body tensed at this information, wide eyes snapping to Woozi. “W-What? Take me where? What did I do?”

“Calm,” he replied softly, his warm hand resting on my shoulder. I felt a bit more at ease, but I still felt worried and anxious. “These lands are protected. Humans are forbidden to enter.”

“And what happens when a human enters this place?”

Mingyu was the one to reply, his voice nonchalant as he crossed one leg over the other. “They are thrown from the mountain’s edge into the kraken’s lair.”

My heart skipped a beat within my chest, fear completely overtaking the calm as I jumped out of bed. “Please, I… I don’t want to die! I swear I won’t tell anyone about you or about this place! I don’t even – I don’t even know what you people are or where this is or how I got here or -“

Woozi cupped my face, forcing me to look into those jewel-like teal eyes. “You saved my life, Rei. Father – I mean, – the king cannot overlook that fact.”

My brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about? I’ve never met you before!”

The corner of his lips twitched up. “You have, just not in this form.”

“Huh?”

“The dragonfly you saved, that is the form I take when I enter the human world.”

“Which he’s been forbidden from doing,” added Mingyu with a smirk, inspected his nails. “Yet he continues to do so. If anything, my prince should be punished for breaking the rules and bringing you here. Don’t you agree?”

Woozi scowled at the taller male. “It is a silly rule and you know it. We cannot live in fear of humans forever.”

I stared at him dumbly, my brain still trying to process what he just told me. He was… the dragonfly? What? No, there’s no way… that can’t be possible!

The tent flap was thrown open as a group of men wearing armor entered, escorted by a blonde man with an eyepatch and a dour expression on his face.

“Arrest her,” he ordered in a deep, commanding voice. Two soldiers started toward me but Woozi stepped between us.

“That won’t be necessary. She is compliant and no threat to us, Hoshi.”

Hoshi closed the distance, sending the prince a challenging look. “She is a human. Her very existence is a threat to us. That is something you refuse to accept and it’s the very reason the Draguard exist. Now step aside.”

Woozi straightened his back, not backing down from the challenge. “You may be a general in the Draguard, but you have no authority over me. I will escort her to the king myself.”

His brow twitched in annoyance, hands balling into fists behind his back. He clearly did not respect the shorter male, but he seemed to be smart enough not to push him too far. “We will be close behind. Should she make one move we deem to be a threat, we will put her down immediately. As is our custom.”

“That won’t happen.” The prince sent him a glare before putting his arm around my shoulders, steering me around the men and out of the tent. Rain was falling gently from the sky, the drops cool and comforting against my exposed skin.

Mingyu followed us, but not before smirking at the general. “You should really learn your place, Hoshi, before you find yourself as an enemy of the crown instead of its lapdog.”

I felt scared to move with them following us, his words ringing repeatedly in my mind. Mingyu was between us and the guard, though, which did make me feel a bit safer. At least they can’t just attack me in the back. Still, I found myself repeatedly glancing over my shoulder to check where they were.

Woozi lead me up a long set of stairs toward a castle at the top of the mountain, made of marble and stone. A giant waterfall flowed from the right side of the castle and I wondered if it was the same one I had seen when I first arrived here.

“It’s okay,” he spoke softly, rubbing his fingers across my arm in a comforting manner. “My father may be intimidating at first, but he is a kind and fair king. He will not show it in front of his people, but I assure you, he is very grateful to you for saving me.”

“Is he… going to kill me?”

“No. I won’t allow that.”

I frowned, not entirely believing his words. Even though he is the prince, the king’s word is final and if they truly dispose of humans just for finding this place… my future isn’t looking too bright right now.

The double doors of the throne room were white and large, opening slowly to reveal a long room filled with people. Thin columns stood in rows on either side of the red carpet, holding up the tall roof. The throne sat at the back of the room in the middle of a pond, water splashing lightly into it. When I got closer, I noticed a handful of koi fish inside the pond.

“Kneel, human scum,” hissed Hoshi before he shoved my shoulder down. His strength was incredible, my knees unable to withstand the force as I crumpled to the floor.

“Stand down, general!” Woozi ordered, eyes narrowed at the blonde.

He smirked in reply, clearly pleased with himself as he took a step back. “Of course, my prince.“

The prince kneeled beside me, hand on my shoulder. I didn’t miss the whispers that broke out amongst the other people in the room when he did this. “Are you alright?”

I lowered my head and whispered, “A prince shouldn’t kneel…”

“A true prince knows when to kneel and when to stand,” he replied softly, our eyes meeting when I lifted my head. “That is one of many lessons my father taught me.”

“A-Ah… I see…”

The king stood up, bare feet kicking up water as he stepped out onto the carpet. He looked like an older version of his son, just as beautiful and elegant. Though his hair was also black, it was streaked with silver and he had a long, braided beard.

“Stand, human.” His voice was strong, echoing through the tall room and commanding obedience.

I shakily stood, keeping my head lowered so I didn’t accidentally look him in the eye. That seemed like something you shouldn’t do with a king.

He closed the distance, stopping a foot away from me. “Tell me your name.”

My reply came out as a shaky breath of air. “Rei… it’s Rei… sir.”

“My son tells me that you saved his life, Rei. Is this true?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“And you, my son. You brought her here?”

Woozi stood by my side, his head held high. “I did.”

Another round of whispers shot through the room at his declaration. I could feel their eyes boring into me and it made me uncomfortable, but I did my best not to move.

“Father, I request that she be allowed to leave. She’s no threat to our people.”

“My king,” Hoshi stepped forward, arm resting across the blade on his hip. “Prince Woozi is obviously enchanted by the woman who saved his life. We know nothing of her nor do we know what risk she poses us. I request that you allow us to execute her at once.”

Woozi’s eyes flashed angrily as he turned toward the general, voice deepening into a growl. “She has done nothing to warrant such a fate!”

“Should we wait until she leads us all to our extinction? My king, I’m sure you will make the right decision by our people and not be swayed by the whims of a naive boy.”

“Watch your tongue, Hoshi.” Though the king’s voice was calm, it held a deadly undertone. “You’re dismissed.”

“But, my king -“

His eyes narrowed, forcing him to step down.

“Yes, sir…”

The king waited for him to leave the room before addressing you. “Lift your head, child.”

I hesitantly lifted my head, meeting his eyes. They were much softer than I expected.

“You’ve proven yourself an ally to our people by saving the life of my only child. For that, I thank you. You’ve earned your freedom, but be warned – should you betray us or harm my son, you will suffer a slow, painful death. Do you swear to this?”

I glanced at Woozi, steeling my resolve. “I swear to never hurt your son -“

Woozi’s gaze snapped to me, something lingering within the depths that I couldn’t quite place.

“- and I will never betray your people. I swear on my life… your highness.”

“Very well,” he nodded, clearly pleased with my response. “Vernon.”

“Yes, my king?” the man who had originally placed a spear to my neck stepped forward, holding his head up high.

“Escort Rei back to the human world.”

“Father,” interjected Woozi. “May I take home instead?”

The king seemed to consider this for a moment, his eyes narrowed at his child. “You know how I feel about your little… escapades in the human world.”

“Yes… I just wish to ensure Rei gets home safely.”

“Very well, but you will take Vernon with you. You take her home and come straight back, my son. Is that understood?”

“Yes, father.” The prince bowed before turning to guide me out of the room.

Hoshi was waiting outside, his narrowed eye following me as I passed. I could feel him burning a hole into my back and I shivered.

“Fear not,” Woozi spoke softly, putting his arm around me. “No harm will come to you. You are now a friend to the crown.”

I nodded, not entirely convinced by his words but too tired to question him. I just wanted to get home and crawl into bed.

Woozi led me back to the pool, explaining that it was the portal connecting his world to the human world. “It can only be activated using our magic,” he told me, holding out his hand. His thumb resting against the metal of his ring, the teal nail beginning to glow as he spoke softly in a language I couldn’t understand.

Rain started to fall from the ceiling of the cave, creating glowing ripples in the water until the entire pool was glowing. I could see various see life within the pool, their own bodies glowing like tiny lights.

“Woah,” I breathed out, taking a step closer. “It’s so pretty.”

He smiled, holding out his hand to me. “Are you ready to return home?”

I slowly slid my hand against his, feeling my heart rate increase when our skin touched. He jumped into the pool, bringing me along with him. Vernon jumped after us, following us as we swam toward the bottom of the pool. The stone started to split apart, shifting until there was a hole big enough to swim through.

A bright blue light filled my vision and I had to close my eyes against it. I could feel my head break through the surface, my lungs sucking in air greedily.

“Quickly,” said Woozi as he pulled me out of the puddle on the sidewalk.

Vernon was up already, eyes scanning the area to ensure that no one was near. It was still night time, though the sky was slowly beginning to lighten as the sun started to rise. There was no sign of the men in black, thankfully.

“Wait here,” Woozi ordered the younger male.

Though he seemed reluctantly, he nodded, sending me a weary look. “Yes, my prince.”

The prince slipped his hand into my own, leading me up the driveway toward my house. When we reached the door, he paused, seeming to search for the right words. “Thank you… for saving me.”

“You’re welcome,” I smiled softly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. It’s not like I knew who I was saving. I just saw a dragonfly and wanted to help, but I couldn’t bring myself to say that to him.

He hesitated, biting his lip in thought before he reached up, removing the necklace from around his neck. He took my hand, slipping the metal against my palm before closing my fingers around it. “I want you to have this.”

“But -“

“Keep it safe for me. I promise to come back for it,” he smiled softly, taking a step closer so he could press a kiss to my cheek. His lips seemed to linger there a bit longer than necessary before he pulled back, returning to Vernon. Before jumping through the portal, he glanced at me over his shoulder, sending me a warm smile.

I slowly opened my hand, running my thumb over the necklace. The chain was thin, made of silver. The pendant was a silver dragonfly, its wings made with icy teal crystals. It was beautiful and I honestly felt happy that he had given it to me, even if it was temporary. It was a symbol that, at the very least, I would see him once more.

I bit my lip to hold back my smile, holding the necklace to my chest.

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lilliesforya · 8 months

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October

I love October. It's 75 degrees today and it just rained this morning, so it's cool out. I don't sweat in school very much anymore. Most people still wear either long sleeves or long pants but it's not cold. I can have the doors open in my house now (there's glass doors in my kitchen and bedroom instead of windows) which I like but I wish they were windows because sometimes bugs get in and I hate it. Plus, I cant keep the windows open at night because they're doors, not windows and it feels unsafe even though I'm pretty sure it would be fine. Plus, bugs crawl in easier than if it was a window. The other week I saw the largest spider I’ve ever seen (maybe only one or two have been bigger) on my wall near my bed and I seriously would have rather done anything else than deal with it. I sprayed it with the heavy duty chemical spray meant for the killer wasps a couple of times and it fell behind my bed. I promptly flushed the corpse down the toilet.

Oh, when I walked into my house yesterday there was a frog in my genkan (small area where you keep your outside shoes). I was so defeated after the day I saw the frog and was like why. I trapped it with a glass jar and took it outside pretty easily though. I need insects and frogs to please stay outside, I can't handle finding them in my house anymore.

Highlights of the week: 10/2

I was supposed to do overtime on Monday but it was canceled.

Nichome this weekend!

I got to see my second and third years after a long time of no class.

6-1 had a double period of English (and I almost died) and they weren't as bad as they could have been. I do the sign of the cross before entering that class.

A kid said mama mia out loud in class as a reaction and was confused when I laughed

One of my JTEs told me he shot a gun at a shooting range in America but phrased it like “Lily I shot a gun” and I was like excuse me?

The kids are starting to get more comfortable with me in class and sometimes ask me stuff/ tell me things after class!!

This happened last week but a 3rd grader kept pointing to grapes and calling them purple it was so cute (they were just learning fruits/ colors/ sports)

At my JHS, I was given omiyage from one teacher and a small treat from another (everyone else got one too) but I was included! This made me very happy.

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fademirrored · 11 months

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beta: Champion of Kirkwall

“Frankly, I’ve met head lice that I like more than you, but I don’t see why that means I shouldn’t at least offer you a hand.”

Rigel “Claptrap” Hawke Champion of Kirkwall. Primarily Purple.

Male. He/Him/His. Homosexual. 22 Kingsway, 9:06 Dragon. Lothering, Ferelden. Rogue; short swords, chain knife, and gas grenades. Shadow.

FC: Kit Harington, loosely Eyes: Incredibly pale, nearly transparent blue. Hair: Red, just slightly more towards the blond end of the scale than the brown end. Long, a bit curly, terrible split ends. Usually braided or pulled into a tail. Frequently frazzled from being tucked into a hood. Skin: Very pale. Gets freckles easily, and burns just as easily. Calloused hands. Height: 5'11”. Build: Lean, lithe, agile. Incredibly bendy. Not great at brute force. Good at scampering away from danger like a squirrel. Notable Details: Large, scarred over gash on his right calf. Small nicks and chemical burns on his hands and forearms. Voice: Black Butler’s Sebastian.

Positive Traits: Proactive, even if he assumes most of what he does is going to fail; not going to wash his hands of it. Fastidious, tidy, and happiest when his surroundings reflect this; he’ll absentmindedly tidy even if he’s in someone else’s home. He’s organized to a fault, which is the only reason his magpie stash hasn’t taken over his life. Brave, possibly to the point of stupidity, and incredibly determined; once he’s decided something is happening, then it is happening. Helpful and friendly, even if most of it is coated in a thick layer of sarcasm; it’s a gentle sort of sarcasm, and it does occasionally have an off-switch. Good listener. Negative Traits: Depressed and anxious even on the best days. Self-destructive to a fault; will give more than he can afford to, be it physically, mentally, or emotionally; forget his mask in combat; ignore his own safety; poke and prod at people even when he knows he’s pushing the end of their patience; and so on. Evasive, so people are unlikely to know what he’s feeling or what’s going on in his head; defense mechanism to keep people from worrying until he eventually cracks. He’s a pest, in general; fickle, fiddly, good at getting on peoples nerves and pushing buttons. Extreme guilt complex; if you tell him the end of the world is his fault, he’ll probably believe you. Also he hates himself and uses sarcasm, upbeat cheer, and a sense of humor to keep people from realizing it. Neutral Traits: Romantic; walks on the beach, kissing in the rain, gifts for no reason, and so on. Incredibly sarcastic. Extrovert. Incredibly talkative. HIGHLY social; can’t stand being left to his own devices. A flirt, even when he means nothing by it. Optimist vs. Pessimist: Fairly optimistic about life as a whole, but pessimistic about his own place in that life. Quirks: Walking ball of stress. Tends to fall asleep in strange places (the barracks, the bar, the clinic, basically anywhere but his house). Climbs anything and everything that can be climbed. Collects anything that looks interesting and/or shiny.

Religion: Agnostic, verging on atheist. Maybe there’s something watching them like an ant farm? Likes: Figuring out new flask/grenade formulas. Dogs. Feeling productive and being helpful. That ‘I worked hard’ soreness. Recreational flirting. Running and climbing. Dragons. Raspberries and raspberry-based sweets. Fish. Lamb. Pheasant. Raspberry wine and pear cider. Dislikes: Himself, in general. Laziness. Pity, being patronized, being condescended to. Frogs. Spiders. Chantry hymns. People talking about him like he’s not there. Mud. Mess. Favorite Colors: Burgundy. Wine red. Umber. Midnight green. Hobbies: Exploring, urban or otherwise. Running. Climbing. Cooking. Cleaning. PARKOUR! “Studying” chemical reactions coughTrialAndErrorcough. Collecting things like a magpie.

Family: Leandra Hawke (mother, deceased). Malcolm Hawke (father, deceased). Carver Hawke (brother, deceased). Bethany Hawke (sister). Dog: Sirius. Other Critters: Jenny, draft mule (died in Lothering). Cassie, another mule (post-Inquisition). Romance: Fenris. Friendmance. Friends: Varric. Anders. Aveline. Bethany. Note: Remained on the warmer side of neutral with Merrill and Sebastian (until the end, at least). Stayed on the cooler side of neutral with Isabela; she didn’t come back after she left. *everything in this sectioncan of course be tweaked or disregarded entirely for specific threads, if you’d rather.

#Thoughts From a Dragon [Rigel]#darp #dragon age rp

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 1 year

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Rage Fire Institution

Bridging. 20.

Tatsumi was a tyrant.

Tatsumi was a tyrant, a bully, a tyrant, and any other words along those lines that Maki couldn’t think of thanks to his tired state. Beneath his meek looks, stupidly long hair, damned glasses, and pilot suit, Tatsumi was more like a damn predator and he’d been the damn mouse all along. Now the game was over, he’d been swallowed entirely. Every part of him hurt. His pride included as he’d been repeatedly slammed to the gym floor no matter how hard he’d struggled.

The first night training had been brutal. The second night not as bad as his babysitter had opened up the comms and talked him through how to defend himself properly. He’d shown him to move and how to exploit mech movement despite how shitty the mech was. Two weeks had passed with this bi-nightly new routine, and the previous night he’d finally met his two fellow pilots.

Collapsing into his bio-engineering seat, a coffee cup magically appeared in front of him. Maki greedily snatching it up, indulging in the warmth seeping into his fingers. Winter was upon them, and winter could kindly go fuck itself. The heavens had opened between the dorms and the main building, students sent running like ants to escape the cold rain. As a chuckle came from beside him, Maki raised his tired head

“Fuck off, you bastard”

Tatsumi teasing him with his greeting

“Didn’t sleep well?”

If anything he was sleeping better than ever, learning new things brought out the hunger in him and if not for his babysitter he’d have pushed himself harder

“Not thanks to someone. You’re a fucking arsehole”

Tatsumi laughed lightly at him, happy morning people deserved to be stabbed.

“I did warn you that you’d hate me. Stella said you held on well”

“Stella talks too much”

Stella Wells was a fourth year pilot with her own modified mech. She personified happiness, flowers, love and destruction at the hands of her candy yellow TC-157 which was basically the private sectors version of a student mech only built far tougher. Her mech was made for defence and her years of combat training shone through, even though her synch rate sat at 83%. The third pilot Tatsumi had chosen was another alpha, a foot shorter than him, Maki thought he was being mocked when he was introduced to Anthony’s lily pad green mech he called “The Frog”. Being the same age as Maki, Maki had thought for a sliver of a moment they’d be closer in ability. They were not. Anthony and Stella were both entering the engineering division on the front lines once graduating and Maki feared the day that the pair would meet with Silva. Not only would they have more than enough to talk about, the three had the same damn personality of picking on him.

Pulling out his data pad, Tatsumi shook his head

“She’s a great pilot for her age. Skylark had me to talk to her when she was settling her career path. The same with Anthony. I wanted you three to meet before I bring them to the next project meeting”

Throwing the man a salty look, dealing with excitable researchers was also exhausting. They’d not met Stella and Anthony, and seeing they’d only be providing limited upgrades to both mechs, Maki was uncomfortably the focus of their attentions

“Yeah. I’ve noticed. Flo isn’t happy with you”

“Flo is never happy with me. I’ve got good news though, this weekend we’ll be taking a trip. I know it’s your free weekend, but I think you’ll find this enjoyable. I put feelers out weeks ago and things have finally fallen into place”

Sliding forward, Maki let out a soul deep groan. Tatsumi making him shoot back up as he flicked the back of his ear. Scowling at his babysitter, he crankily complained

“Because being stuck with you in a car isn’t punishment enough? I can’t escape you”

Tatsumi teasing

“And here I thought we’d bridged the gap between us. Why must you be so cruel?”

“What’s he done this time, Professor?”

Slinging is backpack down, Maki was grateful for Li. He didn’t have a snappy retort ready and now it seemed he didn’t need to. Tatsumi directing his attention to Li

“He hates me again”

With the pair of them becoming closer, Tatsumi had been teasing him more and lecturing him less over the trivial things. It was suspicious and weird, and odd. Definitely odd. He didn’t hate Tatsumi as much anymore, but there was no way he’d call themselves friends. Tatsumi still owed him too many explanations and Maki still felt as if he were dancing on invisible strings. Passing a coffee over to Li, Li lit up

“Even if he hates you, I don’t. It’s a lot easier to keep a good grade when you’re around”

Tatsumi’s expression seemed to say “See, even Li likes me”, Maki having none of it

“Fuck both of you. Let me die if I fall asleep”

His comment drew snorts from both men, Li elbowing him as he sat

“You can’t sleep, not until next class. I need help here. Our next test is next class and I’m seriously screwed. Yon’s going to break up with me, I just know it!”

Mentally the alpha wondered whom was babysitting whom, yet the arrival of Ms Walters put a pin in him asking.

***

When Li heard of their shopping trip, he begged to come with them. Tatsumi had planned to take only Maki so he could get his opinions on what parts he wanted to use on the project mod, and Flo as she was effectively the head of the research group. He’d wanted to keep the whole trip quiet, yet, he’d failed. 7 people were now crammed in the cab of the truck on a bench seat made for 3 grown adults. Skylark and Samara rounding out their number.

It’d not been a lie when he’d told Maki he thought he’d enjoy the trip. Another researcher by the name of Steven Hallod was supposed to be coming to collect research materials from the market, yet had cancelled at the last moment, Poaw notifying Skylark, who’d in turn, notified Tatsumi that he would be joining them on the drive.

It was a tight squeeze. Samara not giving them a chance to drop the back seat so the students could sit in the row behind the front seat before ushering them into the cab of the truck. Squashed against the passenger door, Tatsumi felt stifled. To ensure no funny business happened between students, Skylark sat between Maki and Flo, Flo practically sitting in Tatsumi’s lap, making him uncomfortable, and wonder if Li was half sitting on Maki or Samara. Maki was like him and liked his personal space. He liked to be able to feel he could breathe. Instead Tatsumi was sitting there battling a headache and a sick feeling in his stomach.

From the institution to Solast was a three hour drive at the hands of a semi-trailer truck. Three hours of hell as far as Tatsumi was concerned, which was saying a lot after all he’d experienced. They needed the truck in order to collect the Erebus that Maki would use in the competition, another thing Tatsumi had hoped to surprise Maki with. Samara had tracked one down in reasonable condition, then bartered down the price with the fact it was for a student competition. Samara hadn’t spilt the beans yet, but he’d been excited to meet Maki, so Tatsumi felt sure it’d all come out before they reached their destination. He sorely regretted not going alone to collect the mech, but he couldn’t change the past, but he could change this damn seating arrangement now they’d cleared the city.

“Samara, pull over”

Taking his eyes off the road, Samara leaned all the way forward to reply past the other sardines in the cab

“What? Why?”

Greaaaat. Samara was probably having the time of his life teasing the students with them. It was time to use the vague threat card

“Because there’s going to be a mess if you don’t”

“Oh, shit! Hold on, man. No blowing chunks in my cab today”

With zero subtly Samara navigated across the four traffic lanes with absolutely no care for the other drivers. Tatsumi not feeling as if he’d actually vomit until the sharp lunging turn. Before the truck could come to a complete stop, he was out the door and gripping the guard rail, thankful to be able to take a proper breath again. Behind him he imagined a quick conversation over who would be nominated to check on the poor sickly return pilot, leading to Skylark ultimately being the one to come to his side, cigarette hanging out the side of the his mouth

“Puke already. We’ve got places to be”

Turning around, Tatsumi leaned back against the guard rail

“I’m not going to puke that easily, I needed an excuse to kick everyone else into the back. You know he wouldn’t have done it on his own when he can fuck with the kids”

Skylark gave a small chuckle

“You’re as crafty as ever. You had me concerned for my boots”

Reaching out, Tatsumi plucked the cigarette from Skylarks lips, taking a deep drag before handing it back and looking to the sky

“Why aim for boots when a jacket would do nicely? Fucking hell, I’m fucked and we’ve only just left”

“You did look pasty this morning. You’re not going to pass out next, right?”

“I’ll aim for you if I do”

Skylark scowled at him, crossing his arms and drawing himself up. Tatsumi knew this meant an incoming lecture

“If training Maki is too hard…”

“No”

“You need to put yourself first. There’s a reason you couldn’t return to active duty”

“And there’s a reason you’re lecturing me. We both know and we both know I need this. Training is fine. He’s paired up with two other students and hasn’t noticed anything. I’d like to keep it that way”

“You’re a damn fool. The kid’s got potential but not at the risk of your life”

“What life? Washed up and spat out, thrown a lifeline out of pity? All I wanted to ever do was pilot, you know that, it’s better than sitting on the sidelines cursing myself”

Skylark reached out, ruffling Tatsumi’s hair

“Get some shitting sleep in the cab then. Samara loves his own face too much to crash”

That Samara did. From the corner of his eye, he could see Samara hassling Maki and Flo, probably trying to recruit the pair or trawl for embarrassing stories to throw in Tatsumi’s face later. The man was a menace. An utter menace that he needed. By the way Samara had carried on over Tatsumi’s call, one would think he’d never asked Samara for a favour before. Still, the bigger issue was Skylark’s care, the man taking any out that didn’t lead back to how he was feeling

“That and he knows how to fear for his own safety when you’re involved”

Throwing down his cigarette, Skylark stubbed it out before clapping his hands to draw everyone’s attention

“Alright, people! Kids in the back! I want no complaining between here Solast!”

#ashratherose #omegaverse #mpreg #rfi #rage fire #rage fire institution #mecha #pilot x pilot #tatsumixmaki

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cafeshopau · 2 years

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i just needed to see it all laid out! me behind the cut:

okay. here is what i have pieced together....i’m pretty sure the frogs are first bc they happen in the daytime and just before the sky turns fuckin green. also, you can’t really tell here but it is raining already when they get to the scene (but no hail yet).

i love that this is likely carlos’ reaction to the frogs. he’s gonna hate it so damn much lmao.

so that is nancy and tommy in the back (they show t in the other promo). you can tell that NOW there is hail along with the frogs and rain!

not much to say about this except WAIT omfg is why is owen sticking his booty out so far. owen. anyway. minus owen’s squats, this shot is so sweet.

i cannot for the life of me work out when this is...i think it is either the same call as the hail and they have just taken off their jackets OR more likely it is an ems only call before the Frogs.

they try to make it seem like this ^ leads to the shot of nancy and t but i’m not convinced. do i know when it is from then? no no i do not.

and then since tk is wet/in his jacket we know he gets to come home back to the firehouse to this 😭

carlos: breathes

tk: 😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰

i don’t really have anything to say about this one other than it looks like a cool shot/call. and that it is def separate from the other one bc nighttime :)

#lone star spec #(for me)#lone star spoilers

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nikoadari · 2 years

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The Moss

It took a few days for the moss to start growing. I thought it would take weeks. It started in a few spots that spiraled outward. I counted four along my arms, one on my cheek, nine more along my torso and legs. It didn’t hurt. Little did now, except the cold, but this moss was warm. That was confusing. Most plant life is cold.

The grass between my toes and around my legs became icy every night and stayed frosty well throughout the day. Was it winter? The tree my back was pressed against wasn’t as cold as the grass unless rain got through its vast canopy and trickled down to me.

Did I hate that trickling feeling? Even if I could speak, I still couldn’t say. It was hard to think, much less feel. When I was able to think, I usually had thoughts like: am I dead? Then I would consider that being able to ask was likely proof I was still alive. These kinds of thoughts have always been the norm for me. Not feeling for months was new. It didn’t usually stick around for so long, back when my skin was warm.

But whether I hated it or not did not change the growth. It pulsed and grew larger with each passing hour. Its rhizoids were like tiny fingers crawling up my wrists and down my legs, and if I could have sighed in relief I probably would have. It was so warm.

Each frozen night passed loudly, the wind becoming sharp and shrill while nocturnal critters turned crackling leaves over to find crunchy or squishy bugs to eat. I despised the sound of ice freezing my cracks together almost as much as I loathed the feeling of water seeping into them when they thawed in the sun. It was like some cruel game the elements played together.

I could not miss games exactly. But I remembered them. A frog was in one of them. Red, like autumn leaves, and helpless to tossing, grabbing hands. Perhaps I deserved this. If I did, or if I did not, I would remain here as the game was played.

The sun rose and fell, rose and fell, higher and higher in the sky. My cracks were too wide to freeze together, and the skim of frost within did not try to reach out to each other. The cold became chilled became cool, and I enjoyed this. A creature, some type of furred animal with a constantly moving nose, came up from the ground between my legs. To do that, the ground must have become quite soft.

As I watched it sniff and crawl around me, I realized I could only see it from my left eye. Even through winter, the moss had been growing. The patch on my cheek started clawing its way up to my right eye at some point, but I had been too preoccupied with the snow on my eyelids falling to my shoulders to fully notice. It must have grown over my right eye, and that was why I could no longer see anything from it.

Something dull scraped at my brain. The furred creature’s clambering had resulted in a light scratch on my stomach. It was too far down. I could not see it, but I found that, for the first time in a long while, I wanted to. I wanted to see it, inspect the mark this creature had made on me before wandering off, away from my world.

If I still had my right eye, if it had not been claimed by the moss, could I have seen it? I could not remember if the angles were different from that side, or how high or low or how far it could see. Was my left eye worse than my right in some way? Maybe it could see less sharply, or perhaps it saw color as slightly duller.

The sun began to warm my body, and I soon forgot to worry about my eye.

As overripe fruit fell from trees and bugs mated in the blue and white sky, I learned the meaning of the word ‘hot.’ I had known of the word all along, I realized, but did not have a feeling to put to it. Hot was dry on most days, roughening my once smooth skin. It took bits and pieces from me that the ice never did.

A chip fell from my arm. A block from the mass of my hair. My tiniest left toe.

As each fell, I could feel more loosening, waiting for their time to fall away from me. I would have lost much more had the moss not taken over my torso by then. My right leg was almost completely covered, as well, and not even a sliver fell from it.

The moss held my parts together. It held me together.

It stood against the soft rains, harsh sun, and sharp winds. Summer storms brought lightning that split the tree I laid against, and wet leaves slapped against my cheeks and arms, but the moss would not let me fall apart. Birds came to nest on my crown, and furred cubs played in my lap, but their marks and leavings were quickly covered, carved away, and cleansed by pulsing green.

I wished I could look down at it, or open my mouth to cheer it on so it could hear me. But if I could, the moss would never have chosen me to protect. That vague thought made me feel warm on the inside. A strange sensation I had never felt before. I decided I must be special for this moss to have chosen me to grow on. Did it feel sorry for me? Was it lonely?

Or was I lonely?

Hot became cool became cold again, and leaves fell in their hundreds and thousands, chased and chasing long-feathered birds. The moss had completely covered my torso by then, and the parts of my back not attached to the tree were shielded, too. I discovered that my right eye still had the ability to see.

It had taken time to adjust to the new way of looking, but now I could see that the moss covering my eye was both dark and light green, with a few purple spots sprinkled in. I spent days watching it tremble, the sound of its stretching limbs reverberating close to my ears. I crooned to it, willing it to cover them next, or my nose. Either of the orifices would suffice; they got the coldest. My times of thinking had grown less frequent, but when they came, I realized that I dreaded the return of ice as much as the return of arid heat. I could take comfort in the realization that cold was not a permanent structure of this place. Spring and autumn held precious few days of stillness, of weather mild and calm and not filled with attacks. I longed for these like I remembered longing for the sun before, and the moon, and the storms.

I wondered, in a mild haze of consciousness, if it could be called ‘funny’ that I longed for only coverings, protection, and darkness now. I did not watch the animals scavenge for the last bits of food, nor did I watch the first snow fall when it came, or even the butterflies that landed on my nose. The moss was growing slower every day, though I could still feel its tendrils stretch to cover me.

My eye, I thought to it, knowing it could never hear. Take my left eye. Let me see you properly. The holes a woodpecker had made in it left black spots in my vision. I waited for the moss to finish its mission of mercy and make it past my left eyelid. I waited, with bated breath I could not take, for my vision to grow completely dark.

Light green and purples and blues would awaken my quiet mind for a few moments when the sun rose. But my left eye was dark, nearly black. I could see nothing at all. It would take time for it to adjust to the dark, to see the beauty of what I longed to be. My right eye could see it all, and now there was little to distract, and so in my last moments of consciousness, I felt the warmth of joy.

#nikoadariwrites #fantasy #mystery #kind of #black woman writer #black writer #writers of tumblr #writing #creative writing #my writing #autistic writer #bipoc authors #autistic author #female writers #queer writers

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whatintheeverlovingfucketh · 2 years

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Discussion about the frog snow globe

In Ivar Forsling's Permanent Rain Press interview, he discussed a couple of scenes between Wille and Erik that didn't make the final cut. Here are the details:

Before they leave for Hillerska, Erik comes into Wille's room while he's playing video games, and gives him the frog prince snow globe. It's an especially touching gift because Wille had always wanted that snow globe from Erik's belongings whilst growing up. (16:07 in the interview)When Erik drives Wille to Hillerska, they sing one of Erik's favourite songs, "Remember" by Seinabo Sey. This is the same song that Simon and the choir sing during the memorial service after Erik's death. (21:54 in the interview) (this is from a reddit post)

One of the themes of The Frog Prince is about keeping your promises. The princess tries to back out of her promise to the frog, but her father insists that she maintain her integrity. As a result, the princess ends up with her prince. Another theme is about persistence. (google search of the frog prince)

I think these two details provide a lot of context about Willes internal dilemmas. Obviously we all know what's going on and that it's much deeper and far more intricate than any of us could probably imagine having to actually go through, but it's interesting to think about and to really consider all of the finer details.

I think that the frog means a few things to Wille and they all intertwine with eachother and a really complicated and frustrating way.

My interpretation of the signifigance of the frog is that because it's a gift from Erik it is a reminder to Wilhelm that he is loved, and that Erik is always going to be there for him, and it's a physical reminder to Wilhelm of that. That Erik believed in him and was proud to be his brother and his friend. Erik and Wilhelm clearly have a special bond as siblings and Erik only wants the best for Wilhelm, he tells him to go to the parents dinner and he gives him advice on how to get through the tough times at Hillerska. He wants Wilhelm to be a good representative of their family and to do the right thing, at the same time, I don't think Erik would encourage Wilhelm to place that above being true to himself. We don't explicitly see it but I know it. And while I hate to admit it, when August tells Wilhelm that Erik would have told him to follow his heart, he was being honest, that's exactly what he would have said. And I think that's where we know that Erik would want Wilhelm to prioritise his happiness over his responsibility.

I also think that to Wille, the frog represents his responsibility to do "the right thing" that others (his mother, the public) want from him. Like in the story, the princess wants to back out but she doesn't because someone else told her not to and she has to maintain her “integrity”. And she does it, but she isn't happy. I think a very good comparison of this is Encanto. Isabella willing to marry a man she doesn't love because it's what her family wants, Luisa taking on everything and never asking for help because she worries she has no value unless she's of service to others. Wilhelm is in this position now where he truly just wants to make everyone happy but he knows that he can't. Not really. And the frog is a constant reminder that he feels like he owes his family, and his country this perfect Prince that he doesn't know how to be. That isn't him.

These are all just my own opinions and thoughts and they may be a little unclear so sorry about that but please add on if you want :) also if there's been anything that has officially been said about the frog's significance I'm telling you rn that I haven't seen it so if I'm wrong or something, I wouldn't know lol

I'm the scene where he calls his mom to tell her it was August, Queen Kristina says "I'm doing this to protect our legacy, it's the only thing that can give Erik's death any kind of meaning-" and I associate that a LOT with the frog's meaning. How if Wilhelm doesn't do what he's told, then he's disrespecting Erik (which I don't think is true)

#young royals #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #prince wilhelm #queen kristina #frog snowglobe #encanto #frog prince

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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A day at the farmers market with cottagecare!Harry

Summary: The styles family spends a day at the farmers market :)

warnings: possible swearing

“Morning” Harry yawns, coming downstairs, walking down the creaky steps of their cottage. “Good morning, honey” Y/n softly calls, whipping something up in the kitchen, making what looks to be a mixed berry smoothie. Harry yawns, wrapping his arms around his little girl and kissing her cheek multiple times, saying a good morning. She clings to his Henley, saying good morning to him while she smacks on her fruit.

Harry pulls his little boy out of the bassinet he was laying in, smiling down at him and kissing his forehead. “What are you making, dovie?” Harry asks, patting Forests bum. Y/n scoops out the dark purple colored smoothie like substance out of the blender, putting it in a mason jar- like almost every other thing in their kitchen. “It’s baby food,” Y/n says, holding a small multi-colored baby spoon up to Forrest's lips with the thick baby food on it. The little boy opens his mouth the smallest bit, taking the spoon in.

“My love, we can just buy that.” Harry says, making Y/n shake her head.

“And we can just buy a lot of things we make but I’m not feeding my baby’s that crap.” Y/n says, pulling Forest into her arms.

“The farmers market opens today, I want to go up there and look around then sell some of our stuff. I love doing that” Harry explains, going back over to violet and giving her a hug. The almost two year old clings to her daddy, Harry pulling her out of the chair and up into his arms, giving her a proper morning cuddle. “That would be nice. The weather is a bit rainy today though,” Y/n hums, reaching up to find a lid for the mason jar before stashing the baby food away in their vintage fridge.

Y/n sets a bowl of oats and berries down next to Harry, giving him a peck before telling Violet that she needs to finish her breakfast. Violet's face scrunches up, covering her daddy’s mouth. “Icky!” She says, making the couple laugh. “Go eat your breakfast, sweet pea” Harry says, letting her down from his arms and letting her toddle her way back over to her own seat.

“M’ I love this weather” Y/n sighs, opening a window, welcoming the fresh breeze in their stuffy cottage, the fresh scent and sound of rain now hammering through their home. “Know y’ do” Harry smiles, Y/n joining them at the wooden table, setting her own bowl down, Forest latched to her.

“It’s the perfect day to go to the farmers market, just have to dress the little ones for the colder days.” Y/n says, Harry giving her a warm sleepy smile, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. “I bet the ducks are enjoying this” Harry adds, Y/n nodding at his words and Violet clapping her hands together while she munches on some honey covered fruit. The honey from their own bees they take care of, outside in their brood box.

“Definitely,” Y/n breaths, letting her eyes fall closed for a second to let the sound of the rain relax her before opening them back up, diving into her breakfast.

“Honey, have you seen my glasses?” Harry asks, trudging down the stairs, ready for a day at the farmers market. He’s dressed in a ribbed cotton shirt- a warm brown color, along with a pair of brown plaid pants to go with it, some daisies stitched in the pockets that he asked Y/n to add just for him, and a forest green beanie to keep his curls from getting wet- but all he needs are his glasses to finish the look. “I’ll give you two guesses, baby” Y/n says, packing some small snacks for Violet while they are gone for a good chunk of the day.

“Do you have them?” Harry asks, rounding his way to the kitchen, seeing his circle lenses on the top of her head. “How did you know?” She teases, Harry shrugging and pulling them from her and onto his eyes, pushing them up his nose.

“Let’s go,” Y/n sings, pulling Forest into her arms and pulling the diaper bag onto her shoulder. Harry reached out for his daughter, holding a hand out for her. “Come here, little one” Harry calls out for violet, she stampers over to her daddy after placing her crayons down. She reaches for his hand, Harry pulling her up instead, resting her on his hip.

They walk out of the cottage, locking the door and walking out of the gate. They walk over to their Volkswagen bus, a white and orange one. They originally got it because they both love the sixties aesthetic of it and it was a good way to haul everything from their little farm, but now they have grown to love it for more than just farm usage. “Let’s buckle you up,” Harry coos, placing Violet in her car seat while Y/n buckles Forest in his much larger car seat, making sure he is comfortable and secure. Harry makes sure Violet is comfortable before sliding the door shut and getting in the driver's seat.

“Did you bring a lot of honey?” Y/n asks, cradling Forest to her chest, patting his bum softly while Violet sets behind them, snacking on some grapes. She’s a hungry girl.

Harry nods, setting mason jars over the while fold out table that was already set up at the farmers market, under a small canopy “Yeah, and I brought some pumpkin jam too” Harry notes, setting everything up in rows, organizing them and grouping them all together neatly into their separate categories. Y/n nods, kissing Forest's hand, warming up her small baby. Harry turns, wrapping his arms around violet in a warm hug, resting his chin on top of her head. She wraps her small arms around him, giving him a squeeze. “I love you” Harry says, kissing her head.

“Love you!” Violet says, making Harry smile, kissing her cheek. Y/n holds Forest up, looking at him suspiciously. “Babe, I need to go change Forest” Y/n says, stepping out of the beige topped canopy and grabbing the diaper bag she had packed just before they left. Harry nods, pulling violet close to him. They hate that they are such ‘helicopter parents’ but they can’t help it, they both mainly work from home and they love their children more than anything in this world. “Okay, I’ll just keep Violet close to me.” Harry hums, playing with the small pig tails that spring on the top of violet's hair. “So you don’t get stolen because you are so cute!” Harry coos, making Y/n give him a strange look, walking back to their bus.

Harry sells a couple jars of honey and some strawberry jelly while they are gone, coming back with a blue knit hat on Forest’s head, a big embroidered bumble bee on the front of it. “Where did you find that, honey?” Harry asks, violet standing in front of him, playing with his wedding ring. “A lady sold it at her stand so I bought it from her” she says, tucking Forest in his car seat and giving him a small stuffed animal that has a rattle in the belly- it’s one of his favorite toys.

“Do you think he’s gonna stay blonde?” Harry asks, the boy only having a thin layer of hair coating his head, it’s a blonde color- almost just like Harry’s when he was a toddler. Even though Harry had the beautiful luscious locks that he has now he didn’t really start getting hair until he was around one year old. “Probably not,” Y/n says, holding a hand out for violet.

“Hello,” an older woman sings, making the couple turn their head, putting on a warm smile to welcome the customer. “Hi!” Violet chirps, making everyone laugh, Harry softly rubbing her back. “You two look so young! Are these your kids?” She asks, the couple nodding, Y/n trying to calm the slightly fussy baby. It’s noisy at the farmers market and Forest needs to sleep, he is only three months after all.

“How old are you two?” She makes light conversation while picking out a couple of jars of jam and a jar of honey looking over all the different items they are selling today. “I’m twenty four and she is twenty three” Harry says, the woman nodding. She looks around some more, picking out some of their fruit before letting Harry ring her up.

“So you make this all yourself?” The woman asks, looking at the mason jar with twine wrapped around the neck of it, a tag on it that reads ‘strawberry jam’ in Y/n's chicken scratch handwriting. “Yeah, we have a big garden and some bees, we make it all ourselves” he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and humming while the woman hands him the money. Violet clings to his leg while he talks to the woman, her arms wrapped around his thigh and her face shoved into his leg, Harry softly rubbing her back and giving it light scratches every now and then.

“Thank you,” the woman sings before walking off, her goodies all wrapped up in a paper bag Harry had given her. “Thank you!” Harry cheers back, bending down and wrapping Violet in a hug, “‘m tired, daddy” Violet says, Harry nodding and rubbing her back, her shirt rising up and exposing her soft back. “I know, pumpkin, I know” Harry says, pulling her up on his hip and holding her close to him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Foggy,” Violet says, patting Harry’s chest. Harry nods, walking over to his wife and opening the diaper bag, finding Violets (rather large for her size) frog plushie that Harry had actually made for her. “Here, love-bug,” Harry says, Violet taking her frog in her arms and cuddling it, laying her head back on her daddy’s shoulder, trying to sleep.

“He’s asleep,” Y/n says, Harry turning and seeing his boy asleep in his car seat, mouth open. Harry chuckles, softly scratching Violets back.

A large man comes up, suspenders attached to his hefty jeans, he must be a farmer. He looks through some of their stuff, his big husky hands grabbing at one of their jars of pepper jelly. He grabs a jar of honey, some peaches, and jalapenos, setting it all down in front of Harry. “Is this all for you?” He hums, trying to be polite to the intimidating man, stuffing it all into a paper bag with the arm that wasn’t cradling Violet to his chest.

The man nods, breathing harshly through his nose. Harry nods, sliding the bag towards him, “Fourteen dollars,” he says, the man nodding and digging some money out of his dark leather wallet, plucking a few bills out and handing them to Harry.

“Thank you!” Harry chirps, shoving the money in the little tin box. The man nods, taking his bag and walking off, leaving the family alone again.

“I’d say we did pretty good today” Harry says, the day now dwindling down, finally putting the remnants of what they hadn't sold up. Their jars on a shelf and their fruit and veggies stored either on the fridge or on their big fruit and veggie baskets. “Yeah, we sold a lot. I’m just happy we still got a good chunk of our blueberry jam, Violet loves that stuff” Y/n says, making her husband nod, organizing everything to his liking.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect our lavender syrup to sell that well but the sweet old lady’s seemed to be very interested.” Harry notes, chuckling at the memories of today. Y/n nods, the warm lighting of the cottage comforting her- only candles and a few warm colored lamps to light their dark house. “Yeah, I didn’t expect anyone to buy the dandelion lemonade because of the flower but they were very interested.” Y/n says, coming up behind Harry and rubbing his knotted shoulders, rubbing out all the aches and pains from today.

“Next time let’s bring some of our baked goods, I’m sure everyone would adore your angel food cake.” Harry says, making Y/n giggle, wrapping her arms around her husband. “I only make that for you and Violet” she says, resting her head on his back and cuddling into him.

Harry’s chest rumbles with a soft chuckle, nodding as he places the last jar of pepper jelly in front of the other, “I’m sure they would love your lavender and poppy-seed muffins then” Harry adds, Y/n nodding. She does enjoy baking, especially trying out new recipes with the huge garden she has access to, fresh ingredients, eggs and fresh milk constantly coming through. Harry is the better one in the kitchen though, but she won’t admit it.

“I wanna make some sun tea tomorrow, what should I make?” Y/n asks, placing a kiss on the back of her husband's shoulder. Harry pulls her arms around himself even tighter, giving her wrists a squeeze after. “Whatever you would like, and you could add some lavender and lemon to it” he says lowly, his voice getting more deep and scratchy as the clock ticks later. He leans back into her, resting his head on the short space of her shoulder. Placing a kiss on his cheek she noses over his hairline, “yeah,”

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry says, picking up the kitten that had jumped on the kitchen counter and placing it back on the ground with a scratch to their head. “Let’s,” Y/n agrees, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs, tracking up to their bedroom to start their nightly routines and head to bed.

A/n: HI! this posted early :( I think I accidentally set it to the wrong time. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged the first part of my cottage core series, you're all so sweet, it really does mean a lot. My requests are open!! so please request some ideas for cottage core harry!!! This isn't like a consistent story, its more like blurbs that sorta go together. I have part three done already and it will be posted possible later next week since its Sunday for me now :)!!! thank you to everyone again! sorry for the early post and please request some blurb ideas for cottage core Harry :))))))

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bffsoobin · 3 years

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➤ soobin x reader, fluff, very slight angst, idiot best friends oblivious to their mutual pining

↳ prompt 33: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?

requested?: yes

warnings: swearing, mentions of small injury

A/N: I’m sorry if you were expecting more explicit romance but I feel like this prompt worked better as a mutual pining idiots plot. Also apologies if this is lack luster, it’s been a few months since I wrote anything non-academic!

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You huddle underneath your comically large black umbrella as sheets of torrential rain pound down on it, washing across the pavement below your feet as if following the tide of the ocean. Your sneakers are soaked, squeaking pathetically as you shift your weight from foot to foot and grimace at the feeling of your socks soggy between your toes. Normally you would have been huddled in your dorm room, working on homework from the morning’s classes or watching reruns of Catfish just to grumble about how stupid a person could be.

But your best friend had texted you with a code blue, so you found yourself in the back parking lot of the campus library, enduring the rain that could only mean Noah’s Arc was due to float by any second. Wind whips your hair into your face cruelly and temporarily blinds you, as if mocking you for daring to brave the storm. You can do little more than scrunch your face oddly and shake your head from side to side in a desperate bid to get the locks away from you since there was no way in hell you were taking a hand off of your umbrella just to push your hair back. A car peels into the parking lot just as you clear your vision. It’s a humble silver sedan, a Hyundai of almost 20 years old, with streaks of rust on the back bumper and a sun-faded license plate. Even in the rain you can make out the litany of decals covering the back end, especially your favorite which boasts the term “MILF: Man I Love Frogs” in bold green letters.

There’s no hesitation in your step as you slosh through the rain to yank at the passenger’s side door, jiggling it several times until the telltale click of the unlock allows you to heave it open fully. Suddenly worried about the state of the car-which is littered with coffee cups, extra clothing, loose notebooks and sheet music and fast food receipts- you shake the umbrella off outside of the car before snapping it shut and closing the door. Beside you Soobin laughs, short and low.

“Thanks for shaking off your umbrella. Really counteracts the gallons of water your brought in with your shoes and pants.” He glances pointedly at where your feet soak the tan carpet into a dark brown and you bristle.

“Thanks for calling a code blue in the middle of a rainstorm. I wouldn’t have fucked your car up if you didn’t have an emergency.” Your voice softens at the reminder of why you’re here, and you finally turn to face him better after you buckle up. He’s devastatingly handsome, as always, but you feel your heart stutter at the fact that he’s wearing the hoodie you bought him for Christmas, the one he had almost slapped you for spending so much money on. It’s slightly damp from the rain and it casts his face in shadows along with the shitty weather and for once you hate the way it looks on him. He drives without asking, already knowing exactly where he wanted to go to talk out whatever had happened.

“I wouldn’t call it a total emergency,” he begins as Spotify takes a few seconds to switch between songs. “Just something I needed you to be in the loop for ASAP.” He looks your way again, eyes calculating for a few moments before the light turns green and he’s making the all too familiar right turn into the tasty and underrated diner that you discovered as freshmen. The rain has not slowed at all and the two of you run into the building to avoiding getting too wet, although your feet squelch with renewed vigor on the red and white tiled floor.

The lighting is much better at your favorite table, and after you place your order you’re able to finally get a good look at Soobin. His soft eyes are rimmed red and puffy, and you can’t tell if it’s the weather, the lack of sleep or his persistent allergies that are the cause. Maybe all three, or maybe something new entirely. He’s staring back at you just as clearly, studying your own face and mannerisms even though it had been years since anything about him was new to you. Of course, other than the day he casually pulled you into his chest and you realized just how tall and broad and handsome he had become.

The thought leaves as scarily quick as it enters, as Soobin turns his face to smile up at the waitress delivering drinks and you catch a glimpse of reddened, mottled looking skin just beneath the seam of the hood. As soon as the waitress retreats you lean across the rickety table and paw at the cotton. Soobin puts up almost no fight, knowing he’s about to lose a battle that hadn’t even begun. The delicate skin of his cheek is alarmingly bright red and looks angry to the touch. Bruises had already begun to form around the outer ring of the graze and your heart clenches when you realize that what you first thought was a circular bruise looks suspiciously similar to a fist. A symphony of anger and concern rise within your chest and your eyes prickle with tears that you know Soobin will wipe away for you if you let them fall.

“What-” you swallow, saliva suddenly feeling like it’s made of cotton, “Who did that?”

He smiles shyly, ducking away from your touch but you gently grab at his cheek, keeping him from moving too far. His eyes bore into yours, flicking down to your lips before bringing them back up. Slowly, as if scared to spook you, he encloses his palm around your wrist.

“Promise you won’t yell and disturb everyone else that’s eating?” You nod eagerly even though both you and Soobin know that it was a promise likely to be broken. His hand, steady and radiating warmth into the skin of your wrist tugs tighter, hooking on to you like a life line.

“That asshole Braden. I was passing him in the lobby of the math building and he was talking to his friends about how-” Soobin stops to swallow an invisible lump in his throat- “how he worked with you on some project and he kept talking about how stupid you were the whole time.”

Your face twists into a grimace at the reminder of that exact project and then the image of Braden, tall and wide with an angry round face; but then a laugh bubbled from the depths of your chest.

“To be fair, I was useless for that project. It was film class and it was about that stupid French movie I didn’t watch. So he’s not technically wrong.” Soobin’s frown twitched and then, to your surprise, deepened. Heart dropping at the sight, you felt a chill creep up the back of your neck. For as long as you’d known him, there was always a good chance that a well timed joke could curb his anger or sadness or frustration.

“It wasn’t that that got me, well, this. After he said that, he said that even though you were stupid he wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees.” You sucked in a simultaneous breath with Soobin, whose moody look finally transfered to you. It made too much sense now; why your joke hadn’t shifted his mood, why he was so vague about why he needed to talk to you, why he had that bruise. Your heart races as you begin to imagine how the skin will turn deep purples and greens, going sickly yellow around the edges. “It just pissed me off so bad. So I yelled at him and he squared up with me and before I knew it I was on the floor.”

To be honest, you were angrier that Soobin had come out of the altercation hurt than anything. You were used to the comments, the snide bullshit that falls from the mouths of your less kind peers.

“I’m going to kill him.” Soobin laughs, finally, as you clench your fingers into a tight fist around your innocent glass of strawberry lemonade.

“No, you’re not. I’m fine.” He finally removes the hood from his head, and if it weren’t for the bruise- which you now could see spread almost all the way to his ear- you would have been more interested in the fact that his shaggy hair had gotten even longer since the last time you’d seen it this close. You open your mouth to protest just as the waitress approaches again, this time balancing two hot plates of food on her arms. You flash her a sweet smile at the same time she notices the state of Soobin’s face and squints. She doesn’t say anything, though, and leaves almost as quickly as she showed up.

“Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” You ask as soon as she’s out of earshot.

“Yes.” Soobin playfully scowls at you around a mouthful of french fries. Your heart skips at the adorable way his eyebrows knit and his dimples press deeper into his cheeks. Despite yourself, you smile, feeling the tension in the air dissipate around the pair of you. Soobin gestures loosely to the plate in front of you, wordlessly encouraging you to eat.

The pancakes you ordered are just as delicious as you remember them to be every time; fluffy and syrupy with just enough butter. Halfway through a chew, a new idea pops in your head and you struggle to keep chunks of batter from spewing onto the table as you speak.

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

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1-800-roflmao · 2 years

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Overwhelmed ||

This an Impes fic I wrote real quick today inspired by @kalquinn . It's an old idea I had involving Prey/Predator kink, but the prey gets overwhelmed and the scene has to end. It's wholesome aside from the slasher chase in the beginning. Impes a cheeky shit.

Impes and Mikael are my OCs.

Pre-established Poly Relationship.

I needed a break from smut.

Wet blades of grass and cold soil rubbed against your cheek and naked skin exposed by your tangled pajama shirt and shorts. That wasn’t right… your eyes flew open and you sucked in a panicked breath at the thick darkness that surrounded you. For a while, you couldn’t see anything and your panic only rose at the lack of visual stimulation.

Finally, you could start to perceive vague shapes in the inky world and you eased up onto your elbows to look around. You couldn’t see any lights nearby.

Reaching a hand out to feel one of the shapes, you felt rough bark under your cautious fingertips and frowned. Tilting your head back, you noted the dark blanket above you with just the barest cracks to let in moonlight.

Standing to your feet, you cringed as your bare feet settled into the damp ground. You hated not being able to see clearly what was under foot. You just prayed no creepy crawlies or anything else would cross your path or… were on you already.

You shuddered and reflexively brushed off your shoulders and any part of you could reach, straightening out your shirt along the way.

The sound of something snapping had you perking and jerking to face the direction it came from. You just stared. You weren’t about to investigate. No, whatever was there could come to you if something was there anyway.

The sound didn’t happen again and you didn’t know if that comforted you. If it was something smart… it’d stand still and wait.

You shouldn’t have watched that last slasher film. You should have turned it off and put on a comedy, some stupid romcom. You know HE wouldn’t have minded the change in genre. He wouldn’t have judged, but no… you liked the excuse to cuddle close to him and seek comfort.

You reminded yourself to breathe and listen. You couldn’t hear anything distinctly human nearby. No music, no cars, no fires, nothing.

You could hear frogs singing. The rains must have recently stopped. You could hear the wind working its way through the canopy above, but… other than that, this wooded area was eerily quiet. Animals flee when something is nearby right?

Swallowing, you stepped back and winced as your toes sank into cold mud. You hadn’t taken your eyes off where that sound came from despite your eyes belying no useful information. No matter if you could see… something or someone brought you out here from the safety of your home.

Reaching a hand behind you, you felt for trees and shrubs as you took cautionary steps back.

For a while this worked and you could feel the tension leaving your form as a little giggle worked its way up your throat. You probably looked like an idiot doing this little backwards, blind shuffle. Besides, if something was gonna come at you, it’d be better to be facing the other way so you could run right?

One last glare ahead of you then you turned on your heel and walked straight into something that did not feel like a tree trunk or shrub.

Your nose immediately filled with the scent of pine and iron, but more importantly… that was fabric under your nose and something solid and distressingly warm lurking underneath. Something very much alive.

You froze instinctively and it shifted. Muscle rolling and you squeaked realizing this was this being’s stomach you were level with. You didn’t want to look up and acknowledge how it towered over you. Didn’t want to see it, but curiosity won out and you forced your head back.

You couldn’t see much even this up close, but you could make out that the general shape was masculine and humanoid. The glowing eye that resembled molten glass stood out, illuminating the edge of what looked like a round hole in a mask.

Not human.

Trembling, you took a step back as the being adjusted their footing before lifting something above one of their shoulders. Something long and it wasn’t until they cocked their head, it clicked what was going on.

Turning on the ball of your foot, you tried to run, but the slick mud sent you tumbling and you swore you could hear what you were sure was a wooden bat now slicing through the air above you. Gasping, you rolled to the side and scrambled to your hands and knees, crawling into the shrubs and off the path.

You tried not to think about the second close call. You’d only heard it, but that splat and gush… that had been his boot in the mood. He’d tried stomping you!

Biting back a whine, you rushed to your feet and took off deeper into the woods.

The grass didn't have much better grip than the mud and you sobbed as turns often resulted in you sliding off your desired course. Every root, stick, and vine seemed to have a vendetta against you and tried to trip you up or tangle around your legs. A briar had already gotten at your naked legs and you winced as dirt and dew touched the shallow cuts.

At first, you could hear his foot falls behind you. The steady, building thumps and wet smacks, and the occasional snapping twigs under foot. They seemed to get louder. Closer. Too close.

You thought you could feel calloused skin brush your elbow. You swore you could hear his eerily calm breathes; in contrast, your own breathes felt too short and too loud for how little oxygen they seemed to provide to keep you going.

You couldn’t plead for your life even if you wanted to.

Then suddenly it was gone. You couldn’t hear him behind you.

You almost stopped to look, but reminded yourself to keep pushing ahead. Don’t look. Don’t fucking look. That’s how people die in horror films.

You fought to keep your body moving forward. A chant of "Don't stop" on repeat in your mind as you rushed and weaved through the trees. It was so dark the trunks appeared as silhouettes in the night and only the scarce light of the waning moon lit your way.

Fruitlessly, you tried dodging twigs and sticks to avoid making more noise than needed, but with your breath coming in gasps and pants and brush crunching underfoot. You doubted you were being sneaky.

Finally, you could see a brighter area up ahead and hope bloomed in your chest.

Breaking the tree line, that hope shattered and you stifled a sob. It was just a small clearing. Only brighter because the meager light of the moon could actually reach the forest floor.

The trees around you twisted in your vision. They looked like the bars of a cage with nothing but impenetrable dark between them. A cage… you were caged prey.

Your heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out your chest and you struggled to catch your breath still, even though you were no longer running. The adrenaline was still flowing strong and you itched to get moving, but you had no clue where your pursuer was.

What if you ran right into his clutches? Right into that bat he was wielding…

You swallowed.

A mistake as you found yourself choking on your own spit and hacking. Tears threatened to blind you during the fit and you mistakenly wiped at your eyes with your dirty hands. It only made it worse and now you were panicking as sand and dirt only brought on more tears.

You needed to see! You could afford to be blind!

You hiccuped and fumbled. No, no! The sobs just worsened and you missed the steps getting closer.

A short hum was all the warning you got before large hands caught you before you could try running off blindly. Their hold was firm and eased you to kneel on the ground. One of their hands rubbing at your back to sooth the coughing fit you hadn’t quite escaped.

They were quiet and all you could hear was a stretch of jean fabric and the squeak of leather in between your hiccups and pleas. You didn’t need to be able to see to know their long legs were either side of you.

Slowly, they released their grip on one of your arms and you sniffled, still babbling, but no longer struggling.

Something soft and moist touched the apple of your cheek and you jumped, squeaking in surprise. Their other hand moved to gently cup your chin and you stilled, letting them wipe at your eyes and clear away the debris.

“I’m sorry…” you finally mumbled, biting at your lip and wanting to turn away.

You could hear him sigh above you and you could feel your eyes burning again.

“I convinced you to do this for me…” you continued, voice cracking and fingers gripping at your pajama shorts. They were damp and you could just imagine how dirty they were. “... yet I fucked it up,” you finished, sniffling and fighting back tears again.

He just sighed once again and finished cleaning your face, then moved to your hands, and lastly, your feet. You blinked your eyes open at the ticklish feeling and watched him tuck the cloth away once he was finished in his jean pocket.

The giant really did fill them out nicely and with how he was crouched over you like this really showed off the size difference between you two.

“Impes?” you called. You didn’t expect him to speak. He rarely did, but you really didn’t want him upset.

It had been your idea to do this sort of play. Prey and predator… it had been something you’d always wanted to try, but he’d been reluctant. You understood why. He’d let in once on his past and the things he’s done that he’s not proud of. This sort of play hits close to home and you guessed he was worried about relapsing.

He hadn’t.

He wasn’t the one who ended up stopping the scene.

You did.

Another little sob bubbled up and you went to apologize, but his next action silenced you. For a moment you were blinded and then you could see, but your vision was limited to two round holes.

Your hands came up to investigate what was on your face and felt smooth porcelain. You could also feel the soft skin of his fingers that were holding it place and you gripped one of the long digits.

His mask…

You hiccuped and breathed in. It smelled like him, but more than that… you knew how much his mask meant to him, how much wearing it meant to him. It helped him face the world. Maybe he wanted it to help you right now?

The thought brought a smile to your lips and you giggled at the cute gesture.

“Thanks, Impes,” you whispered before releasing his finger and instead holding the mask in place. It was way too big for you, but you weren’t giving it up for a while. This was an opportunity not to be missed.

He hummed and let you have a moment to just breathe and entertain yourself, leaned up against his knee. He was patient, ever patient, and occupied himself rubbing at your feet to warm them back up.

You respectfully didn’t look up at his uncovered face and instead focused on how comically small your feet looked in his hands. Playfully, you tried capturing one of his fingers between your toes before giggling as he seized the errant piggies instead with a chuckle.

His voice, his sounds, unmuffled was quite the treat. It had this certain bass to it and you wondered if you could get him to be more vocal tonight. You wanted to hear more.

Before you could make a move, he shifted his grip so his fingers were wrapped around your ankle and with a careful tug, he pulled you closer and onto your back.

Your hands gripped at his mask to keep it in place during the short fall. You wanted to try and sit up and see what he was up to, but that meant getting an accidental peek at his face. All you could do was feel.

Something pressed into the sole of one of your captured feet and you breathed in slowly to chase away the laugh that tried to break through and the urge to kick him. Was he going to tickle you? Really? That idea fled as it pressed more firmly and rolled.

An embarrassing little whine tumbled from you as he gripped your other ankle as well and tugged you once again. Your shirt and shorts rode up and you could feel grass tickling your lower back and brushing along your ass.

Soft, warm lips pressed to the arch of your foot and you shivered, leg twitching in his grip. It still tickled and even more so since you had no clue where he would touch next.

“Impes,” you whined. Your tone warned him to proceed with caution, but you were curious and tried your best not to move. It was wasted effort as you heard him laugh shortly before your world suddenly upside down and your body was suddenly no longer laid against the ground.

He’d dragged you up higher and stood up, now holding you aloft by your ankles upside down.

“IMPES,” you screeched, trying and failing to free one hand so you could hold your shirt in place to cover you. You couldn’t and ended up dangling like a freshly caught deer. Whatever arousal you felt building up fleeing as all the blood started to rush to your head.

You could hear him stifling his mirth and could feel his hands shake with each suppressed laugh. Each time resulted in you shaking along with it.

“This is so cruel,” you mumbled, “I should drop your mask, bully.”

He snorted and you felt him moving you until your back hit his front. Lifting you higher, he released one of your ankles finally and you were tempted to kick him. Or at least try to. You couldn’t see to properly aim.

He didn’t give you a chance to properly try as soon he had flipped you around and slipped you over his shoulder. Then he was walking out the clearing and you guessed back home.

Right, you two were outside. In the woods. Supposed to be playing out a scene you asked him to do.

“Sorry again…” you mumbled, pushing his mask up so it completely obscured your vision.

He paused and hummed, nudging your hip with his cheek before continuing on. He really wasn’t talking tonight it seemed. His hand rubbing at your lower back and the purr you could hear start up eased your worries.

He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t disappointed.

He just wanted to get you home, cleaned up, and safe and warm.

Moving his mask as you heard a door open, you looked up to see Mikael standing in the door of their shared home with a blanket to wrap you up in. He didn’t ask how it went or what happened. He just smiled and opened the blanket wide, ready to receive you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Sweetheart.”

#short fic #one shot #oc fiction #impes #mikael #scene play #wholesome #silliness #fluff #aftercare #slasher #comfort #reader insert #oc x reader

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

Word Count: 1943

This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like

“We should totally do that”

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship.

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk x reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji #jjk itadori #black reader #x black reader #idontblushsrry

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sunnyoldbear · 3 years

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified.

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them.

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there.

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days.

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something.

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does.

Gains quite a bit of muscle

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot!

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts!

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

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