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lilredghost · 9 months

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baby bestie because i read chp 14 so late im feeling like its my birthday, that i get chp 15 so early!! can i just quickly take the moment to scream about the dream scene??? all those little tells that maybe this isnt right (inception vibes). this was so brilliant

also obi's downward spiral about if anakin loves him or married himbeacuse he is an alpha IM CRYING WITH HIM OH GOD WHAT IF OBI NEVER CLAIMED HE WAS AN ALPHA AND STILL RULED OBIKIN WOULD NEVER HAVE MET PLS

Obi-Wan has had a hard time keeping his head on straight, this last week. A harder time than usual, anyway.

A side effect of all the stress, perhaps. babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason

Anakin's hand has settled on his thigh; it grips him tight, bold and claiming, under the table.

Obi-Wan wonders if it will leave bruises.

The fingers creep closer— not further up but further in, ghosting the edge of the scent gland there— and Obi-Wan has to swallow back his arousal, trying to focus on Luminara. oh he's so jealous thisis such a good thing to read in fics but somehow such a red flag irl uk ill read any fic if it says possesive anakin

He feels like he’s back in his wedding finery, wondering why his fiancé won’t look at him.

His husband won’t look at him. i cried then for obi-wan and im crying for now poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass and now he knows anakin may never have married him????? i love it when u put obi-wan thru the horrors

im just gonna very casually read thru the rst of the fic again cause i simply love the writing style in this and i have creative writing hostel championship coming up so. uk. i would really like to write as well as you

(Referring to ch 15 of Their fragrance came from you)

Baby!! I had so much fun with the dream scenes honestly!! I felt so evil writing it but it was so so satisfying (summary of this whole chapter honestly). My aim with those slightly wrong things was that you wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was just Obi-Wan's unreliable narration at work (especially because he often has moments where he's caught up in something and "doesn't quite remember"/"didn't realize" something happened), or if there was actually something wrong! I also thought about having the whole dream sequence in italics, but I wanted the reader to take Obi-Wan's introspection about not being an alpha seriously.

And the repetition of things which happened in the dream, but slightly different… idk what drove me to do that, but I'm soooo happy I did. I think it adds so much flavor in showing how Obi-Wan perceives the world (or how he fears it to be) vs. how it actually is!

Ahhh the concept of Obi-Wan openly being the first omega ruler from the beginning! He would have come out sooo much less depressed 🥺🥺 (But maybe, in some ways, more stern? He has to show that he's not soft just because he's an omega, after all!) I love to think that in an AU like this, Stewjon and Tatooine still needed that mutual help so they went to make an alliance. But since there's no immediate candidate that's obvious for marriage, Tatooine doesn't write anything about marriage in their terms, hoping it will pass under the radar (it does). They settle instead on a sort of cultural exchange where Anakin will come spend some time in Jedha and then later Obi-Wan will go and visit Mos Espa. And hey, two omegas in positions of power… working closely together…. Obi-Wan gets to be Anakin's friend without jumping through all the hoops. Anakin gets to learn all about Obi-Wan's secret dreams of marriage. And then Obi-Wan's heat rolls around, and Anakin offers to help, and-- Well, the rest is history!

"babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason" ALFKJSDLKFJSKJ THE WAY I CACKLED. She IS maham anga's character for a reason, but not this reason!!

The grade of suppressants Obi-Wan is taking are only meant to be used in the short term (a few years, with medically scheduled heats once or twice a year) in cases where it's not safe for an omega to be having heats. Otherwise, he should be taking regular-strength suppressants (with that same caveat of medically scheduled heats once or twice a year, along with a full detox every five or so years).

But uh. He's been taking them for twenty years. One medical heat a year, to mimic an alpha's biorhythm. No detoxes. It's a wonder his suppressants hadn't failed up until this point already. On top of all that is the new stimulation that he's getting from Anakin, which has his body trying to react like an omega (like Anakin's mate!!) and so it's also actively fighting through the suppressants rn. They're definitely failing, but they're failing slowly enough that he hasn't noticed. ((Also the idea that they'd fail is so inconceivable to him…. he's definitely not a doctor, lol))

I get you on the jealousy honestly I would HATE if someone did that irl but I'm such a fucking sucker for it in fiction. Anakin will cool down about it once he feels more secure, but I feel like it's necessary for his character to go through that development rather than being chill about Luminara from the get-go.

"poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass" LITERALLY 😭😭 I wrote a post a while back about how Obi-Wan didn't want to tell Anakin about his designation yet because he was too afraid of losing him. But now (he thinks) he's lost Anakin already!!

Luckily, Anakin will convince him that he wants to stay. So yes I'm putting Obi-Wan through the horrors, but. Ultimately it's so that he can heal and move on

And I'm so happy you like my writing style, I think it's really grown into itself (and grown on me, too) over the course of the fic! Good luck on your writing competition -- I'm sure you'll do well 💖💖

#this chapter was a delight honestly #it wasn't easy to write but I'm very happy #now I just have to resolve it in an equally satisfying way!#asks #imjusttoofunky #emperor obi-wan au #also I wrote this at 2am and queued it so please forgive any mistakes

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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hemlo L ! i hope ure doing well .. ♡

i keep thinking of this scenario / prompt

& I DESPERATELY NEED UR THOUGHTS

BC UR BRAIN IS SO SEXC ! ! >//<

imagine the same dabi from ur love is series .. like the reader is really kind, warm, and so forgiving & patient with him (even though dabi can be very harsh) the reader takes him in despite everything .. but what if the reader is still pining for someone else ?-? it can be an ex or jus a long time childhood friend theyve always had feelings for !

im interested to know ur thoughts to how dabi would react & feel when the first person he's ever fallen for; the person who's made him feel loved & cared for to be hung up or having feelings for someone else ㅠoㅠ

its okie if u decide to ignore this ! i know ure very busy & probably stressed too .. i hope ure still taking care of urself ! i wish life will treat u with the same kindness you give to all of us ૮₍つ´˘`₎つ 🌷 i'll always be a lover of all the things you write !

omg hiiiiiii first things first...thank u LOL for even indulging me in this thought <3 because touya truly means the world to me and this little universe i've created with him and reader in my to love is to... series is something i hold very dear to my heart. so thank you for taking the time out of your day to send me your kind words. truly support like this makes me happier than u will ever know, and i am extremely lucky to have people like you enjoying my work <3

ok now moving onto the actual content lol im not gonna write a full piece on this but i do have some Thots....

while i do think that something like that is such a heartbreakingly tragic fallout that could make a beautiful story line...i just dont see reader doing that??? like i think the whole reason they are the way they are with touya (patient when he's harsh, gentle when he's cornered, sturdy when he falters) is because they are just as in love with him as he is them! the whole series is basically me giving touya the love and care he deserves LMFAO so i envision reader as the embodiment of his personal little angel for his little broken soul </3 i see their dynamic kinda like the "A fell first but B fell harder" trope, i think touya and reader are just as much in love with one another, but go through their own journeys with coming to that realization and showing that outwardly. and i think thats the beautiful thing about learning to love! its different for everyone and doesnt have a specific shape or form. its like water, slipping through crevices and malleable to the touch

but hypothetically taking this question out of context from the series and just thinking about touya loving someone who loves someone else, i don't even think he'd let himself. i think everything he does is an internal battle, so even if someone loved him wholeheartedly, he'd still try his very hardest not to let himself reciprocate it. hes been hurt too many times and has dealt with too much pain to even let himself try. i also think its pretty clear that he views himself as a lost cause and has one sole thing in mind for himself before dying, so i truly dont think he'd allow himself to fall in love with anyone, let alone someone who doesnt feel it back. hes so pathetically stubborn, i dont think he'd ever allow himself to indulge in something as fragile as love

#BUT I CAN CHANGE HIM #I CAN FIX HIM <3 TEACH HIM <3 #and again this is just my opinion :D #the touya in my head is not universal and thats ok #lmfao but srsly thank u for this #very happy to see that ur interested in my touya and his way of being!#this kinda turned into me rambling and getting off track but #i hope it half answered ur question <3

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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hi! ik sojourner's already ended but i have an(other?) idea in case u ever pick it up since i love ur albedo 😳😳 ok so

what abt a reader who is rlly excited abt alchemy, but they avoid talking abt it bc they start rambling and stuttering and stumbling over their words bc they're so excited? they get assigned/asked to go w/ albedo bc they're rlly good at alchemy too, but they end up fidgeting a lot, muttering and stopping just a few words in before their volume rises and giving short answers when w/ him bc they're afraid of rambling (since they do it to think better when alone, sometimes insulting and arguing w the objects when they don't get the expected result) & being seen as annoying or unprofessional?? i'd like to see how he reacts to these and what he'd think!! and how or when he discovers the reason reader is acting like that

it's kinda (a lot, rlly skowkskdk i always have ideas but never write them) specific, but i rlly like the idea!! i'd love to see what u do w/ it if u ever pick it up in the future :D hope you're staying hydrated and well🥺🥰 -🌌

What do you mean Sojourner's already ended, Sojourner is eternal, Sojourner is forever-

Kidding aside, this is too cute to pass up, even if it's quite a lot! Cute Albedo brainrot moments always please. It might be too much sometimes but I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it! Scenarios format! Starry night, oh I'm always hydrated, thank you and I hope you're well!

For the Record

Albedo working with a Reader that's highly enthusiastic about alchemy but insecure about rambling... (masterlist)

You dealt with Alchemy a year before the Kreideprinz entered Mondstadt, your attunement to the mystic arts baffling and intriguing you every time. During that period, you're not really sure of what art you're doing but in the end, you kept doing great that the people had acknowledged your talents.

Through your own effort and self-study even if unnamed, you managed to put your talent into this art of Alchemy and created discoveries regarding powders and mineral-focused ingredients. It was a shame there was no one to share it to, and when you talk to scholars/practitioners alike, you end up rambling so much to the point that on their end you barely make sense. Whether this was caused by your eaten words or lax and personalized vocabulary over the matter, you're not sure.

Their confused and judgmental stare haunts you, leaving you alone with your raging thoughts and overworking mind when you just want to learn and expand your discoveries to other people without driving them away. Your enthusiasm is great and all, but it's not enough to make others understand.

So when the Chalk Prince entered Mondstadt, blessing the city with his scholarly knowledge and boundless creations, he easily made a name for himself and in extension the city itself.

Before Sucrose and Timaeus, you were called upon by the Grand Master Varka to accompany Albedo and be his temporary assistant seeing as his field in the division is still quite new and you were the only other 'Alchemist' in town besides him. You're both giddy and nervous, like really, really nervous.

You've heard of Albedo and maybe a caught a glimpse or two, but you've never actually interacted enough to know exactly what he looks like or how he is as a person. All you know is that he's a very, very attractive person overall.

"Good-looking, carries this aura of wisdom around him, he's just really charming," were the words that rang through your mind as you pointedly watched your steps, following the carpets leading to Ordo Favonius' laboratory while Lisa's words rang through your head.

Is he really that kind of person? You've heard that he's quite stoic too, but if he's really that distracting, you're scared that it would be harder for you to focus and help out. Honestly how would you even deal with him when your fields of Alchemy are so different from each other?

You have no idea how long you've been thinking, standing in contemplation in front of the set of double doors that leads to the workshop with nothing but doubt in your mind. But upon realizing the teal gaze of another person silently waiting instead of wooden doors, you figured it was far too long.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was in my head, I wasn't expecting you to-!" You flailed your hands around comically before abruptly stopping, noticing the now confused stare of Albedo of which are distracted by your hands. Clearing your throat, you extended a hand towards him to shake, trying to stare anywhere but his face. "I'm (Y/N), I'll be your assistant until you're well settled in the city. It's nice to meet you, Ma-"

His hand finds yours in a firm grip, a firm shake so sudden you bit your tongue back, "Albedo, Kreideprinz of the Art of Kemia, but just Albedo is fine, I'll be under your care."

Albedo finds it intriguing and surprisingly not that distracting whenever you talk to yourself or to the ingredients whenever you so much as feel the slightest frustration. "Ugh, this Zinc powder is so stubborn, clingy," you angrily mumbled under your breath as you washed off the blue powder that spilled at your hand, "So, so clingy." Since you're facing the sink, you couldn't see the way he was holding himself from laughing audibly at your amusing antics.

You seemed lively and open, is what Albedo thought when he first met you. But this observation soon shattered when he kept getting hanged upon your abrupt stops when delving into your field, something he was really irked about the first few times. Your art of Alchemy is much different from his and he's wishing that you'd clarify and expound all your learnings to him, but in the end, you somehow step back everytime your words became lengthy.

Are you hiding something? Did you not want him to learn the same arts as yours? If those were the case, he couldn't bring himself to ask a simple question such ad why. Every time it crosses his mind, it brings a purse of a pout to his lips and furrowed eyebrows.

Every response you gave always hints even tiny bits of trivias and tips he's never heard, Albedo always takes note of your spills that always cuts before reaching its climax. "-sorry, yes, this is activated charcoal Geo and Pyro slimes reaction." He lets out an audible sigh upon your retreat, your frustrated mind too occupied to notice.

"Please," his desperation drips in his word when he looks at you with eyes filled with raw emotion you'd never know he'd be able to pull off. Your tightly locked lips only pressed on further at his puppy eyes, "Please continue, I wish to know more about your Alchemy, if you would be so kind."

"It's not really- I'm not really the best at explaining it..." You're almost fidgeting, cheeks aching from tensing and warmth. But he regarded you with a blank stare, forcing you to fill the silence, "If I- If I start, my ramblings may not uhm they're not easy to comprehend... or something."

Albedo had been watching more than he'd like to admit, and he's come to relieved (yet still confused) realization that your treatment with him wasn't his alone. You always step back before things get lengthy, words then cutting short and concise with a steeled expression. Lips caught between teeth.

"I digress," his hand motions to yourself to emphasize his next clause. "As your field and sole practitioner of this art, like my own condition, your word of mouth is the best ground of knowledge."

If he was irritated, he's doing a very good job in hiding it. And even with the respectable yet close distance in between you still felt cornered. This is still your master and it's not professional to refuse a scholarly talk, "The electro crystals when charged... ionized? create sparks, while also producing the same result when smacking- mining!"

The scribbles of his pen against his clipboard as he nods in attention urges you on, realizing his focus and sincere interest on the topic, "So when you put the little tidbits or even powdered version in a beaker thingy, depending on the material, they interact with the spark. Honestly, I'm unsure yet how lethal it is but if you put the sparks under fire too, they make like those makeshift gunpowder as well as additional reactions such as-!"

The lilt and proceeding high pitch in your voice usually signifies the approach of your insecurity as well as the climax of your enthusiasm. At this point, you pull your hand up to shut your mouth forcefully, and when Albedo really detests the abrupt end of the conversation his hand would shoot forward to grasp your own.

He'd intertwine your fingers to distract, before urging you to continue with a challenging stare, as if daring you to use your other hand to pull that off again. This whole scene felt oddly scandalous, but oh boy does it send your mind into a bambling, overloaded mess. A heated head forces your lips open even if they sometimes come out in a jumbled string, he learns to decipher them.

The more you get used to or feel more comfortable, Albedo uses that fondness skillfully whenever he wants. "Can you tell me more about the scarlet chunks from Dragonspine?" He throws it so casually in the silence as you two work back to back in your stations, without a beat as your mind is partially preoccupied, you answered into a narrative of trivia. It almost feels like you're talking to the flames of the bunsen while you wait, but Albedo smiles at the now filled silence as he listens with divided attention.

He really likes your voice, and the word of wonders you bring along with you.

"For the record, I don't mind it at all," his breath hovers on your lips, cold and prickly, "Whatever comes out of these lips, I want to hear it all."

That last part eheh

Woah, this went long. Like reader babbling hahaha. I said I'm gonna speedrun, not freaking write this long smh

@zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan @creation-magician @hanniejji @gojos-baby @just-some-stars @volleybloop @tartuu @moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @albaedhoe @xiaophilia @heisenwurst @childe-simp-exe

#genshin impact x reader #Albedo x Reader #exile.goblet #exile.flower #sojourner special #genshin impact #imagines #gender neutral #fluff #anon 🌌

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realisticjojoxreader · 3 years

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Omggg if ur really taking x reader reuqests...... can u mayb write something about joot turning into a baby?? and like... mayb he has star plat like carry him over to u.... and he wont let u put him down......... plz plz 🥺🥺

*one finger on the monkey's paw curls in*

jotaro x reader (??), part 4, 1.1k

“Look,” says Josuke, voice imploring, “I need you to watch him for, like, ten minutes tops. I gotta go find who did this to him.”

You look down at the toddler Josuke is trying to hand you, wondering why the kid looks so fucking pissed off. He’s gotta be like three, max. What does he have to be so angry about? “Did what to him? Piss him off?” When you grab the toddler, he clings to the front of your shirt, probably because Josuke was holding him rather precariously. Even though you're now holding him securely, the furious scowl doesn’t leave his face. Maybe he’s just a grumpy baby. At least he's cute.

“He’s 28,” Josuke says, not even looking at you as he scans the area. “He just got turned into a baby. Look, it’s complicated, can you just make sure he doesn’t die before I can change him back?”

28? “Oh my god, is this your hot cousin?”

“My hot nephew,” corrects Josuke. “But yeah. Have fun!” And with that, he’s off, jogging down the road toward only God knows where.

The kid’s tiny hands tighten on your shirt and you look down at him, chuckling at his furrowed eyebrows and exaggerated pout. What a drama queen! “So are you still yourself but in the body of a baby, or are you just, like, a baby now?” You figure it can’t hurt to ask, even though it seems unlikely that this is really Jotaro. Then again, you’ve seen Josuke magically fix shattered doors, so who are you to say what is and isn’t possible?

“Ora,” says Jotaro, looking about as murderous as a chubby toddler can look.

“Is that a yes, or…?”

“Ora!”

Okay, this is getting nowhere. “How about you blink once for yes and twice for no?” He blinks once. Wow, alright, we're getting somewhere. “Okay. Are you still yourself?” He blinks once again. “Alright then, do you want me to put you down?” He blinks once yet again so you oblige, gently setting him down on the ground. You’re glad for it, honestly, because he was kind of heavy.

You stand back up and put your hands on your hips, wondering what to do now. Josuke probably expects you to stay here so he can find you again, since neither of you have cell phones, but what are you supposed to do in the meantime? Jotaro’s still himself as far as you know, so it’s not like you have to entertain an actual toddler, but you still don’t want to just stand around doing nothing. Maybe there are some fish in the canal nearby that the two of you can look at. Jotaro’s a marine biologist, right? He probably likes fish.

That in mind, you take a few steps toward the canal, peering into it.

Unbeknownst to you, since your back is turned and also you're normal, Jotaro has summoned his stand, which is larger than him but still far smaller than you. Star Platinum lifts Jotaro about two feet off the ground, heading towards you with the wobbly gait of a child who just learned to walk.

When you turn away from the canal to check on Jotaro, you see him floating in midair, getting closer and closer. “What the fuck?” you ask, but you don’t move, simply holding out your arms to receive the baby.

Star Platinum hands over Jotaro with a self-satisfied smile, but you can’t see that.

“Changed your mind, huh?” you ask Jotaro, who blinks once at you, because you’re an idiot who still hasn’t realized that babies (and all humans, actually) blink once all the time. It’s called blinking. He wasn’t answering you—he was just blinking normally. You, of course, are still totally clueless, talking at this toddler like he knows what the fuck is going on.

Jotaro leans up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging on it a little harder than is comfortable. “Ora ora,” he says petulantly, still looking pissed as hell. That’s pretty normal for him, though, so you don’t pay it any mind.

“This is kind of nice,” you tell him, lightly pinching his cheek. “You’re really cute—ah, what the fuck!” Did he just bite you?!

He did! He just bit your finger like a real toddler would!

“You’re a real piece of work, dude. Just ‘cause you look like a baby doesn’t mean you get to act like one. You’re 28 years old, man, get it together,” you tell the toddler who can’t understand you, drawing (quite justified) concerned looks from a couple walking by.

Frowning even further, somehow, Jotaro pulls harder on your hair. You grab his wrist and gently pull it away from you, because that shit hurts.

That was, apparently, the final straw. When your arm gets within range, Jotaro launches a counterattack, biting your arm with all of the strength in his tiny toddler body, which is far more than you would’ve expected. “Ow, fuck!” you yell, flailing, dropping Jotaro in the process.

Star Platinum is, unfortunately, too slow and too clumsy to catch its user, so Jotaro lands like a sack of potatoes on the concrete sidewalk. He, of course, starts to wail.

It only then occurs to you that there was perhaps an issue with your ‘blink once for yes’ system. Jotaro may, in fact, actually be a toddler.

Mortified that you injured what could be a real child, you take a step toward him, arms extended to check the extent of the damage. He doesn’t seem to be bleeding or anything, which is good. Your arm certainly is, but you probably won’t bleed out from that, so you don’t worry about it. As long as you don’t fall into that dirty ass canal or something, you’ll be fine.

Unfortunately for you, Star Platinum is smaller, yes, but not much weaker than its usual self. Especially not when its target is a normal ass person who can’t see Stands and hasn’t gone to the gym in six years. When you get too close to the (still sobbing) Jotaro, Star Platinum rears back and punches you right in the solar plexus, hard as it can.

Since you can’t see Stands, you’re completely blindsided when something knocks the wind out of you and sends you flying right into the aforementioned dirty ass canal.

“Oh my God!” a voice shouts, one you recognize as Josuke. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” you croak out, “As long as there’s no flesh-eating bacteria in this water.” I, uh, won’t tell you if there is or isn’t flesh-eating bacteria in the canal, but you might want to go to the hospital, just in case.

“Cool,” says Josuke. “I found the guy, so I’ll be taking Jotaro. Thanks for your help!” And then he just fucking walks away, the asshole.

#THIS IS PARODY #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo imagines #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jojo reader insert #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro x reader #jotaro's not going to fuck you beloved<3 #askies #i am punishing the reader for their hubris

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moon-stars01 · 4 years

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~Call Me Beep Me~

Hoshi x Reader

Author:prkjimin

Summary:Kwon Soonyoung does not know how to text

Pairing:Soonyoung(Seventeen) x Reader

Gene:fluff,friends to lovers,texting

Rating:General Audiences

Word Count:1147

Call Me Beep Me

kwon soonyoung, y/n learns, does not know how to text.

and maybe that's a little unfair to say, because soonyoung does know how, if his endless list of conversations dating to a year ago say anything. he just isn't very good at it.

he doesn't understand the careful etiquette of texting; replying too late to time sensitive messages and abusing emojis, sending multiple texts all on different subjects in the span of four minutes.

he also, for whatever god forsaken reason, decided at some point autocorrect wasn't a necessary, resulting in messages more often than not being a scrambled incoherent mess that leaves y/n guessing if soonyoung’s piss drunk somewhere or just typing too quickly (it's the latter, most of the time.)

Y/n’s phone buzzes one night as she’s trying -- and failing miserably -- to cram a unit’s worth of biology into her deteriorating brain, turning it to mush inside her skull.She nearly pounces on her

phone, welcoming the distraction with open arms until she sees the mess of letter on her screen and soonyoung’s contact name (which consists of the elders initials and an onslaught of star emojis that he just won't let y/n change).

She almost sighs when she swipes the message open, wondering if decoding her oppa’s message would cause more of a headache then trying to teach herself biology.

Ksy

10:27pm

Momdy!! r u fiished work???

Y/n furrows her eyebrows, wondering if her dysphericing skills are lacking or if soonyoung had just referred to her as “mommy”

Y/n

10:27pm

what

She sends back simply, throwing her phone back onto her bed because she knows soonyoung won't bless her another response for at least twenty minutes, turning back to her heavy textbook reluctantly.

to her surprise, her phone goes off again less than two minutes later.

ksy

10:29pm

oh lol ur nt my mother

ksy

10:29pm

ur nubmers r the sam but differnet

Y/n huffs a little airy laugh, unsurprised at the mix up between contacts because she’s pretty sure soonyoung has still yet to save a single number apart from the local pizza delivery.

before y/n can type a response however, her phone is buzzing again, the younger slightly surprised at how active soonyoung is.

ksy

10:30pm

but if u send me mkney for allowencd u could b my mommy;)

Y/n nearly chokes when she reads over the message, going through it a third and fourth time just to ensure this isn't a stroke or hallucination, half convinced now that this is one of the rare occasions that soonyoung’s drunk and his brain is beginning to seize function when she realizes she's read it correctly.

Y/n

10:32pm

oh ya that's me, ur two year younger bdsm sugar mommy dom who's actually a whole infant

is what she ends up sending in response, deciding to go along with soonyoung’s joke somewhat because she doesn't wanna be that girl who can't platonically joke around about being in sexual relationships with her friends.

again, soonyoung's response is surprisingly fast and y/n has to wonder if the elder had possibly been waiting for her text.

ksy

10:34pm

smh no bdsm mommy’s here

and then,

ksy

10:34pm

i'd settle for some vanilla kisses with you though

it's the lack of misspellings that really gets y/n, picturing soonyoung sitting on his couch, or floor, or bed or wherever and deliberately pressing each letter in order, words joining together to create a sentence with some sort of intentions that y/n isn't sure of just yet, unsure if she actually wants to know.

Y/n

10:37pm

lmao are you feeling okay??

the younger sends, only a little less concerned for her own well being as she finds herself reading soonyoung’s messages again. maybe he'd gotten his phone stolen, or maybe y/n’s being pranked. there's a million motives that could be lingering behind soonyoung’s messages besides real, actual mutual interest in y/n so she tries not to let herself get too invested.

ksy

10:40pm

ofc

ksy

10:40pm

got a little 2 confident behind an innocent joke n accidently exposed how i felt, ooPs

Y/n frowns at this, confused as to what soonyoung’s implying as another hundred scenarios whirl through her brain.

Y/n

10:41pm

what do you mean?

ten minutes go by without a response and y/n almost screams when she hears her phone go off, unlocking it quickly to reveal soonyoung’s message because she's almost driven herself insane trying to conjure up a reason.

ksy

10:53pm

i just mean that i genuinely do like u but i approached it w a joke which leads this to b weird now lol

Y/n wishes she could describe the feeling in her stomach as anything other than a violent, rumbling hurricane of emotion but she can't as she slaps either hand over her steadily warming cheeks, barely aware she's squeaking until the sound echoes back into her own ears.

her hands are shaking as she types a careful response, rewording it twice before finally bringing herself to hit send and then she's hovering over her device like a hawk, jumping at every sound and cursing at every instagram notification.

Y/n

10:55pm

i really hope you aren't fucking with me bc i actually like you soonyoung and it’ll be really uncool if you're just doing this for a laugh js

ksy

11:00pm

is that how lowly you think of me? ouch :( </3

ksy

11:00pm

i really do like you y/n l/n

at this y/n jumps into the call app, typing soonyoung’s number easily -- because she's good at remembering things and not because she's spent so many hours staring at the other’s contact okay? -- and biting her lip a little harder at each rhythmic ring until soonyoung answers.

“kwon residence, how may i help you?” he answers, cheery and perky like he hadn't just flipped y/n’s entire world on its head.

“you're an asshole ,” y/n breathes, laughing in almost disbelief and then there's an echo of an equally pleased laugh, light and innocent that sends y/n's heart soaring.

“oh man, you could have warned me if you were just calling to verbally abuse me over the phone,” soonyoung jokes and y/n can practically hear the pout in his voice.

“it’s due diligence, you almost gave me a heart attack. how could you of all people think it's a good idea to confess over text?” Y/n squawks but she's still smiling brightly, giddy at the realization that this is real.

“in my defence, i had a really good speech prepared with a little love letter and all, but you were going along with the joke so i got ahead of myself.” soonyoung says, clearing his throat a little before y/n has a chance to reply, and then;

“are you down for some vanilla making out right now?”

Y/n can only yell in response.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #kpop fanfic #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #hoshi scenarios #hoshi fanfic #kpop oneshots

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captain-emmajones · 4 years

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Love, Emma (3/7)

(Art by the wonderful carpedzem <33)

Loosely based on Love, Rosie (2014). Killian and Emma are best friends and neighbors. They’ve always been – until he leaves for the Navy when his brother dies. When he comes back, nine months later, summer has begun and childhood is ending. Emma can tell something is changed in him, but she doesn’t know what. Until she does. He’s fallen in love with someone else.

And then, suddenly, they’re kissing on her nineteenth birthday. When she asks him to forget their night out, and never talk about it again, Killian thinks she means to tell him she regrets the kiss they exchanged. Except she has no memory of it.

Killian and Emma will dance around each other, until their heads spin and their legs hurt, and everything becomes blurry and it has to stop – for both of their sake.

Title is from Taylor Swift’s Hoax, and if you know it, you know, this one is going to be a tad painful.

Once again, a big thank you to @profdanglaisstuff who’s really an angel and beta’d this <3

Friends to Lovers - Mutual Pining - Angst - Fluff - 4000 words - ao3

Part 1 - Mirrorball, Part 2 - August , Part 4 - Peace, Part 5 - This is me trying, Part 6 - Cardigan

Just to set the scene, last chapter ended on Emma's wedding to Neal. This one opens on Emma, still in Augusta Airport, after Killian's departure -- four years before her wedding. It is still the summer of their nineteenth birthday, the summer during which they kissed but Emma forgot and now Killian is gone again and Emma has to learn to live without him.

PART 3 - HOAX

Don’t want no other shade of blue, But you. No other sadness in the world Would do.

Four years before Emma’s wedding – Augusta Airport.

Emma’s hand is very harsh on her cheeks as it childishly wipes her tears away. She’s still staring at the door by which Killian left. She cannot stop staring.

She cannot even blame Augusta airport’s lack of air conditioning for the way her entire body shakes and trembles and seems about to explode into thousands of little pieces of confetti.

He left, again. And she is so mad. He was here all summer and they didn’t spend it together. And he left. And she is alone with her rage, now.

“Fuck.”

The exasperated whisper escapes her mouth as she feels something humid roll down her nose. Great, now she is blowing her nose in the middle of the airport. Killian is the one to always carry tissues in his backpack. Another spike of anger shoots right through her. Thankfully for her, her agitated hands find a used tissue in her front pocket.

It has the merit, at least, of making her decide to leave this goddamn place. Once her nose is dry and red, she aggressively strides forward – her pace sure as her face crumbles.

The sun is blinding when she reaches the outside world. It savagely burns her eyes and forces her to squint. Incredibly warm air fills her lungs and it tastes bitter, and everything is shit and she just wants, she just wants… Her thoughts nearly make her choke on her tears. She just wants Killian and he is gone.

One outraged foot stomps on the burning concrete, as if to allow her to regain some composure. She is Emma Swan. She doesn’t need anyone. She never has.

Liar.

Without a second thought, she heads for the bus stop. He left, again. Well, now is the time to learn to live without him, Emma.

Flashes of her past year haunt her thoughts, and she swallows painfully. Her throat is sore. She really spent a shitty year, huh.

As she glances at the bus schedule, and the scorching sun causes pearls of sweat to roll down her back in the most unpleasant way, she feels a hand press her shoulder.

She makes a U-turn in the blink of an eye, hands fisted and ready to defend herself, but then her eyes meet a familiar chocolate gaze.

“Hey Emma!” Neal’s voice resonates as he smiles brightly at her. She sees his expression quickly change and Emma gathers her red nose and her swollen, teary eyes aren’t her best look. She firmly wipes the remaining tears on her face and grins as Neal keeps staring. “Are you okay?” He asks her and his hand gently brushes her shoulder, and it looks like he cares about her.

She realizes he is exactly what she’s been waiting for. A distraction.

“Better now,” she affirms, and she hears her own voice as if it did not come out of her mouth.

She sees Neal arch an eyebrow, gathers he must be surprised that for once, she’s the one flirting with him.

But this is exactly what she needs. To feel special, desired, wanted.

(To feel like she isn’t someone one just leaves behind.)

“Good. Waiting for the bus?” he inquires, and she nods.

Neal is definitely tanner than the last time she saw him. He must be back from vacation.

She sees the grin on his face change, become something much more…dangerous. She isn’t afraid. She’s tired of feeling afraid.

“I’ve got my own car, if you want. I could drop you off.”

He’s biting his lower lip, and she sees herself brush a strand of hair from her face, unaware of the used tissue emerging from the front pocket of her jeans, as she leans into him.

“I’d like that, actually.”

She muffles the voice inside of her head telling her to be careful. Look at what careful gave her. It gave her nothing. It gave her goodbyes.

And she seizes the hand he offers.

Being with Neal is easy, mostly because she doesn’t have to wonder if he likes her as much as she likes him. He tells her. He lets her know. She thinks he likes her more than she likes him, but that’s also fine.

It allows this year to pass by fairly easily. She feels less alone. (Her heart still skips a beat when Killian’s name appears on her phone, but there will probably be no getting rid of that.)

She doesn’t tell Killian. What’s the point? He never told her about M. She wants to have secrets, too. She deserves to have her secrets.

It’s fall, and they’re sitting on Storybrooke’s carousel when Neal confides in her for the first time. (She really tries to shake her memories from her mind, the ones of her and Killian, once upon a time, when everything seemed easy and sure, and now it’s all over and she hates him.)

“I was given up, as a kid, too,” he tells her, legs wrapped around a brown horse. He is slightly below her, a kiss away. They haven’t kissed yet. She thinks they might. She thinks she might like that.

Emma feels her grip getting tighter around her white horse, breath caught in her throat.

He is the first person to understand her, on that level.

“And I understand, Emma,” he continues, and the warm brown of his eyes melts into Emma’s chest, leaves golden sparkles there. “I understand what it feels like.”

Oh, this is all too good. This is all she’s ever wanted. (She doesn’t care that Neal doesn’t have a job but can somehow offer a car and all the marvelous gifts he brings her. That doesn’t matter, not when he is staring at her as if she hangs the stars in the night sky.)

She’s leaning towards him, heart beating fast in her temples.

“I know your anger, your anger towards your parents.” He pauses, and Emma’s face suddenly stops on its way down. “I am angry, too.”

Something gets caught in her throat. Oh. No. That’s not it. She was wrong. He doesn’t get it.

She’s not angry. She’s just perpetually followed by a very grey feeling. This feeling has fuzzy legs and arms and they are wrapped tightly around her, at all times. And it sticks, it never falls to the floor, as most fuzzy things do. And it stares at her when she thinks she is happy and it tells her maybe not.

But she doesn’t say it, not that. She leaves it hanging there within the few inches that separate her mouth from Neal’s, and she kisses him.

Because this has to be good enough. This has to be what she deserves.

Neal’s hand comes up to cup her cheek and she kisses him harder. His lips are soft, and his hands softer, but she can’t close her eyes. Instead, she stares at the black horse and his red collar – the one she’s stubbornly avoided looking at.

And she thinks if only she could hate Killian a little, then things would be easier.

As time flies by, and fall turns into winter, Emma thinks Killian might have been right about Neal.

When his kisses linger on her neck as she pulls her clothes back on in the back of his car, and there is this very funny feeling in the back of her mouth, and he hands her a big, black bag – that’s probably the sign she was waiting for to run the hell away from him.

But she’s dumb, Emma, and she needs to be very certain that she is making a huge mistake before she can decide to step away.

“I’m going to need you to keep this for a while. But do not open it, Emma,” he tells her, and the poor girl glances at it with a lot of concern but also a complete blind faith.

“Please, tell me it’s not a dead body.”

It makes him chuckle, and he bends towards her to kiss her lightly. She does not smile into his kiss. Something feels very wrong. Her ears are buzzing.

“No, Emma. Don’t worry. And to make sure you keep quiet, here is a gift for you.”

And he takes out of his pocket a very beautiful, very much stolen watch, and Emma tries her best to silence the voices in her head that are, by now, screaming, howling that none of this is right.

But Emma wants to be loved, and she doesn’t listen to them. Surely he must love her if he gave her a gift.

(The bracelet on her right wrist glints under the moonlight. She almost takes it off right then.)

“Thanks Neal,” she eventually whispers. Stars are shining brightly in the window pane, it almost looks like a painting. “I promise I won’t say anything.”

And when she gets out of the car with this big, black bag, she finally figures out what this strange feeling that lingers with her is.

Neal waves at her before disappearing into the night. She waves back.

She feels used. She wanted to feel love and she feels used. Her grip gets firmer over the bag and she walks to Ingrid’s house.

Oh, shut up. Her thoughts are going to ruin everything, again. Just like she ruined things with Killian.

Her bedroom is incredibly cold as she comes in. She left her window open all day. There’s no light in the corridor; Ingrid is fast asleep.

Emma closes the window with tired arms. She cannot quite control the quick peek she takes at the house in front of Ingrid’s. It is forever engulfed in darkness, and she sighs. She wonders if Killian will ever sell it.

She puts down her heavy red coat and her beanie, leaves her boots next to the wall, and lies down on her bed.

Her fingers absently turn the charm around her wrist. She closes her eyes, makes a wish.

Her heart misses a beat when his name flashes on her phone.

“I miss you, Swan. Hope everything is okay. We should call soon.”

A small, salty drop hits her phone as a smile splits her face. She doesn’t know how he knew she needed him. But he knew. And this, this is the only thing that feels right, right now.

Her throat is tight as she texts back. “Miss you, too, Killian. Let’s call this weekend?” She’s still working with Ingrid during the week, and she realizes just how lucky she is. Ingrid doesn’t really need any help, but she’s too kind to tell Emma to find a real job.

“Ah, can’t this weekend, but the next?” Killian’s answer is a slap against her face, a much needed return to reality.

Her room is still so cold. And the stars are of no comfort that night. Why does she feel this sad?

She closes her eyes, one instant, to swallow down her pride and how much she misses him and them.

“No problem. Goodnight, Killian.”

He cannot call because he will be with her. She’s sure of it.

Emma wraps herself in her blanket and it smells of lavender, and she never told Ingrid she doesn’t like lavender, because when Ingrid insists on changing her sheets each week, Emma really feels like maybe she belongs somewhere. But that, she also doesn’t tell her.

“Goodnight, Swan.”

Her phone screen goes black. And just like that, Emma is swallowed once again by this very grey feeling, and she thinks she will never be able to see any colors again.

Sometimes life is just a shitstorm of bad luck, isn’t it? Well, at least, that’s what Emma thinks as Ingrid stares at her, with the big, black bag open revealing a good dozen stolen watches, and the one at her wrist simply confesses her crime.

“There are a lot of things I can tolerate under this roof, Emma, but robbery? That’s just un—”

Surely, Ingrid didn’t mean to find it. She was just cleaning her room, but she usually does so on Fridays after spending a week telling Emma she should really clean her room – and it is Thursday and she wasn’t meant to find this bag.

“—I don’t understand how you could possibly think this is okay and I am—”

But Emma isn’t listening. As Ingrid stands in the middle of her room, she is scanning her surroundings as fast as she possibly can.

She’s already packing in her mind. Her ears are ringing and her heart drums in the worst way possible, but she isn’t listening.

This had to happen. It’s fine, actually, because Emma has been saving some money just in case, and really Emma doesn’t mind surviving on her own, it’s what she did for most of her life now, and sure, it was nice having a home at Ingrid’s but it’s over now and it’s fine, she just needs to deal with it –

“Emma!” Ingrid is screaming now, and that she didn’t expect, and Emma takes a step back, hands coming in front of her face to protect herself.

She can’t listen. Her breath comes out in a heave. She sees however that Ingrid is trying to look calmer, she sees the line of her eyebrows become softer. “I’m sorry, Emma. I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have.”

She has a big sigh, Ingrid, and Emma knows she’s trying to tell her. But it’s fine, she wants to tell Ingrid, she already knows, she’s always known.

Ingrid shakes her shoulders and passes by Emma, the bag firm in her hands. Emma’s mouth is still open but no sound is coming out.

“We’ll talk about this, later. For now, clean your room, please.”

And she closes the door behind her, and Emma is swallowing glass suddenly, and she cannot breathe, and she cannot break down, she has to pack and leave, leave, leave, of course, she has to leave.

(Ingrid forgot to ask Emma to give back the watch around her wrist. Emma leaves it anyway, on her desk, with a simple note: “For whatever it’s worth, but I did not steal those watches. Love, Emma.”

Neal’s watch leaves a faint green and purple burn on her skin. It itches painfully.)

That night, she boards a bus to New York.

“Emma, are you okay? Why are you calling this late?”

“Would…would it be okay for me to stay for a while with you and David?”

“Of course, honey. But please, tell me what’s going on.”

A big sniffling – Emma’s never learned to cry silently. “I’ll tell you once I get there. I’m taking a night bus. See you, Mary Margaret.”

And just like that, she’s gone, without a look back at this house in which she spent the best moments of her childhood, with Killian, but Killian is gone, and there’s no childhood to look back at.

He receives Ingrid’s call, very early on Friday morning as he sips a black coffee in Milah’s kitchen. He is on Christmas leave, but thankfully for him, the Navy has trained Killian to wake up far before the sun – especially in winter.

“Everything okay, Ingrid?” he asks right away, because Ingrid isn’t the type to call just to know how he is doing.

He’s frowning furiously as he examines the world from the safety of this apartment window. Outside, the city of Portsmouth is frozen, as if wrapped in a dark blue dream of snowflakes. The streetlights are still lit up, drawing fireflies that will not fly on the pavement, and winter mornings always did stir something bittersweet in Killian’s belly.

“Killian! I’m so glad I could reach you!” Ingrid’s tone makes Killian’s stomach twist. Can’t she just skip to the part where she tells him what the bloody hell is going on? “It’s Emma,” she finally confesses, and Killian has to put down his coffee mug. It’s as if suddenly somebody opened the window, and the cold, savage winter air swallowed him alive. He’s breathing ice. “She ran away. And I don’t know where she went. And before calling the police, I thought you might know –“

Killian’s mind races. “Ran away? Why?”

“It’s about Neal. He stole watches. It’s a long story, one I wish I could tell you over a fire and –“

“Ingrid!” Wrath escapes his throat. “You have to tell me, did she leave any clue behind?”

But the poor woman is practically sobbing on the other side of the phone, and Killian rolls his eyes.

“No, no, she just left. I’m so sorry, Killian, I didn’t know and now I—”

A big sigh shakes Killian’s shoulders. “It’s going to be okay, Ingrid. I will find her. And Emma can take care of herself, she’s a big girl.”

He ends the conversation as fast he possibly can, takes one sip of coffee and starts his investigation. In front of him, the sun slowly rises, painting the sky in pink, orange and purple clouds.

He knows Emma well enough not to try to call her. She won’t answer. She’ll know Ingrid sent him.

Thus, he calls the next person, besides himself, who might know where the bloody hell Emma Swan is.

“Yes, hello?” answers him a very small, very sleepy voice, and Killian glances at the kitchen clock to discover that it is barely 8am. She’ll hate him, but that’s something he can live with.

“Hi, Mary Margaret. It’s Killian, Killian Jones. We went to high school together.”

There’s an “mmmm” on the other end of the phone, and Killian gathers she knows very well what he is about to ask.

“Would you be hosting a certain nineteen year-old girl? Blonde hair, big, green eyes and freckles.”

There’s a silence then, and he imagines her mind racing at high speed thinking whether she can confide in him or not. (Whether Emma will hate her or not.)

And, finally, “Yes. But Killian, she specifically said she wanted nothing to do with you. So I’m kind of breaking a sacred rule of friendship right now, but I think she really needs you.”

Something cracks inside of him. It makes a gruesome sound. A bird lands on the frozen window ledge; its feathers are of a very tender yellow.

“Alright. You don’t have to tell her I called. I’ll simply call Ingrid back to tell her Emma is safe and sound at yours.”

Another silence, Mary Margaret is almost audibly pondering her words. “…Mmm ‘kay. That seems fair. Bye then, Killian?”

He nods, but it’s to himself only. “Bye, Mary Margaret.” The first rays of sunshine are starting to burn his eyes.

“Why are you on the phone so early?” Milah’s voice suddenly resonates in the kitchen, and he turns to face her sleepy features.

He forces a smile on his face. “Family call,” he explains casually, but Milah frowns. She must know he’s lying.

“I thought you were an orphan?”

He licks his lower lips. Well, that wasn’t very nice of her. She just woke up, let the damn woman breathe.

“Aye, indeed, love. I still have some family left, though.”

He thinks she sees a flicker of pain in his eyes because she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses the side of his jaw. “Sorry, baby. That wasn’t very clever of me to say,” she already smells of menthol against his lips, “I’m so glad we’re spending this weekend together.”

Killian winces, as she drops kisses all along his neck. “About that, love…”

Mary Margaret would make an incredible mother, Emma thinks as the petite brunette tiptoes through the living room – so as to not wake up Emma.

It’s Saturday morning, but Mary Margaret is an early bird. She’s already wearing clothes that shouldn’t be worn ever, especially not on a Saturday morning – Saturdays and Sundays are for pajamas, that is the sacred law.

Emma feels good, buried beneath thousands of blankets that smell like soap, and she wants to remain like this forever, with nobody to ask her anything and no responsibility. Emma, you might need to confront reality, one of these days.

She grunts as her friend switches on the kettle for some well-need needed coffee, and Emma turns on the sofa.

Mary Margaret has been living alone in New York for a year and a half now. David decided to stay in Storybrooke in order to follow in the footsteps of sheriff Graham, but they’ve been making this long distance relationship work. Emma isn’t surprised, what they share is unique and precious.

Last week, David joined Mary Margaret for the Christmas break, and Emma thinks she really is a big smear on their perfect little lives.

Except that, when Emma sees her friend start to whip eggs, although it’s barely nine, and she does so with such a big smile on her lips, Emma thinks that maybe she isn’t that much of a bother.

Gathering up courage, she swings her legs out of her improvised bed and stretches loudly to let her host know she is awake.

“Ah! Emma! Good morning!” Mary Margaret smiles instantly, and Emma thinks she really is a ray of sunshine. “Hope I didn’t wake you up.”

She even makes Emma smile, and that says a lot, because Emma does not smile in the morning.

“ ’Morning, Mary Margaret. No, don’t worry. I was already awake. How are you?”

The whipping intensifies as Emma makes her way to the kitchenette, shuffling her feet on the warm carpeted floor.

“I’m really good!” And then a frown. “How are you, Emma?”

A really big sigh shakes Emma’s shoulders then, as she glances at her phone on the living room table.

“I’m okay, I guess. Better, anyway.”

She spent the whole trip to New York trying to call Neal. He never answered. She doesn’t know what she expected. Everyone keeps leaving.

“I’m sure things will work out, with Ingrid—” Mary Margaret is trying to cheer her up but her words are stumbling over each other.

And Emma is tired, and she doesn’t want to talk about it.

“I know, Mary Margaret. My reaction might have been harsh, now that I’m not in the heat of the moment anymore –“ That was indeed very Emma of her, to let all hell break loose at the slightest inconvenience.

“—Yeah, my point is, Ingrid never asked you to leave…”

And Emma frowns because Mary Margaret’s words stir something nasty and painful inside of her. Clearly she was wrong, she is a bother, she always has been, Mary Margaret is trying to tell her to leave, and it’s fine really, and then, then – the doorbell rings and Emma has to keep all of her emotions bottled up inside. Her eyes twitch. She didn’t get much sleep last night.

Mary Margaret quickly squeezes her arm, but Emma backs away and returns to the couch with a lump in her throat she cannot swallow down.

She made a mistake coming here, thinking she could rely on other people, thinking she had friends…

And then, one name echoes in Mary Margaret’s apartment.

“Killian? It’s been so long! What are you doing here?”

Mary Margaret is really a pitiful liar but Emma’s heart has already caught fire as she stands up like the devil and reaches the front door in a few long strides. Her ribcage is about to explode.

There he is. How dare he.

Why does it feel like coming home?

Emma fists her hands as exhausted blue eyes meet hers, and she gathers he took the first flight to see her. Of course he did.

“Hello, Swan.”

Oh, how much she wants to be angry. She wants to scream at him, but then her chin starts trembling and her legs wobbling and she cannot breathe and her body cannot handle the distance between them and… She doesn’t know who reaches first, but then her hands are in his hair and he is lifting her off the ground and she’s hugging him with all of this despair, all of this sadness in her chest, and she wants him to feel bad for what he did to her.

And all of the emotions she tried to bury rise at once, consume her completely, and she’s sobbing in the crook of his neck, until there are no more tears and no more her but him, and his scent, and his everything, and may he never let her go again.

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blacky-nikki-art · 4 years

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Destiny 2 OC: Eva - Reference Sheet

Name: Eva

Species: Ghost

Sex/Voice: Female (♀)

Guardian: Iberis-3

Nicknames:

Baby-Lady (Only Iberis-3)

Cry Baby (Only Sagira)

Little One

I know I a bit failed drawing of ‘Normal Ghost’, but srl, drawing them is harder than it looks sometimes

If you wanna knows more about my tiny, little, baby-lady more under keep reading -u-

Personality, Traits and History:

Eva is a small, friendly and curious ghost. With her adorable lifestyle, some people think she’s cute. This is NOT mean she’s naive or stupid - actually she knows many stuff about enemies, history after collapse and much more.

She was one of the first ghosts created by Traveler. She has seen the world after the collapse and how it changed during the time. Eva is a watchful observer.

While searching for her guardian, Eva also met other ghosts, guardians and ordinary people. Some were nice, some weren't. The small size caused different reactions in others. At first, her small size didn't bother her, but after the first suggestions that she might be defective, Eva began to worry.

Maybe she was really defective? Was she a mistake of Traveler? What if its guardian never existed or the body completely ceased to exist?

Eva had spent a lot of time searching for her guardian. ‘Cuz I had never played Destiny 1, she found guardian 2-3 years before the Red War campaign from Destiny 2. Anyway, it was at Cosmodrome on Old Russia.

His name was Iberis-3 what they would find out about his marriage ring - Iberis-(1 changed to 2) and Alexander. Eva never really cared what class would be her guardian but she was more like - YES, I FOUND YOU!!! OMG!!! YESSSSS!!!

At first she didn't worry that Iberis had problems at the crucible. He was just getting started, right? However, Eva slowly began to notice that something was wrong. Iberis developed his skills more slowly than the others. She tried to help him but to be honest, she didn't had idea how to does it.

Eva got really pissed off when Iberis left The Tower. Where the life in danger? Never ending battles? Enemies? The glory?

What if her guardian was defective like her? No no no...

She felt dissapointed and sad but she still tried to remember she was created for him, she had to stay with Iberis no matter what happen or what he’ll do. Well she was with him all the time.

When Iberis-3 worked at The Farm (not The Farm at the EDZ but around Last City), Eva realized that Iberis-3 didn’t need someone to teach him how to fight, but someone who would support him emotionally. She saw that Iberis-3 was more sensitive than she realized, capable of worrying terribly about little things.

He needed emotional support.

During these 2-3 years, Eva learned how to help Iberis, she knew him better. Of course, living among ordinary people was extremely interesting, too, even when she had to hide most of the time. Only two of Iberis'es friends knew about Eva. They were for him like brothers from another mother.

The calm life has end durring the attack of Cabals at Last City. Eva convinced Iberis to join the fight. She had several weapons hidden within her for a "special occasion". However, the little ghost didn't foresee the devastating consequences of this attack.

After they lost ligh, Iberis-3 and Eva saw the unknown guardian falling from the Red Legion’s battleship. The unknown guardian and his/her/them ghost didn’t survive that. They were dead.

The litte ghost and her Warlock had to run for save their lifes.

After fled the city, the story is not different than the original story from the game: Helped at The Farm, light back, helped vanguards, and finally beated Ghaul.

Eva was terrified as hell during this time. She was worried about Iberis-3, didn't want to lose him. She had been looking for him for so long, and despite this disappointment for a short time, Iberis was still her guardian. Iberis-3 was special to her, he was hers. Eva loved him, but not in a romantic way. She cared more for him and wanted to know that he was fine. Somethin’ like mother to child or siblig to sibling. I dunno, It’s hard to explain but NO ROMANTIC. Hell no.

Eva and Iberis' relationship is strong. The white exo trusts her the most, only her is able to reveal his innermost thoughts, worries or just spend time fooling around in the most absurd and ridiculous way. Just two best friends.

Other Facts:

When I realized already at the game is another Eva, was too late for me to change name my ghost name. I only have a hope it won’t give me troubles.

The name come from Evangelion Unit-01, or shorter Eva-01 from anime Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Eva love light pink color. It’s not mean everything have to be pink but Iberis is careful when he asks Eva to order something online. He has already pink flip-flop and pink-purple shorts with black palm tree pattern.

Her fav game is Animal Crossing New Horizons. Eva can hack computers, well she doesn't need to use Joy-Cons from Nintendo Switch.

Her plushie alpaca is named Cherry.

Eva likes to hide in the scarf that Iberis wears around his neck. He wear this only for her ‘cuz Ibi wants make her happy and feel comfortable.

Eva likes being around Iberis, but in the Tower she loves talking to other ghosts well she usually leave him alone for longer while. She gets along with Sundance - Cayde-6 ghost.

Eva usually is not a fan of big, loud Titans but she very likes Saint-14. When Saint saw her fist time, probably he thought - it’s the smallest, cutest ghost that I ever have seen. *watching her* I have to say hello!

That’s all from me. Probably, I’ll gona update this ref’ smoethimes but I think it’s enought for now.

Sorry for my english, I try to do my best ;/

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 ghost #destiny ghost #destiny 2 oc #blacky try draw #eva

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poguesofthebau · 4 years

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Okay thank you! well i'm 5'5 blonde, wavy hair, i am a Pisces, i'm bi, i like riding horses and taking care of all the new and baby animals that are either given or born to our farm. I am way too clumsy i do water a sport i wish i could surf but I've just never learnt. i'm very impulsive but kind and always looking out for my friends i would even say that some are my family or one practically being my other half. And i am the queen of simp like i don't care what people say i will care always! x

i ship you with kie!! (side note: self-identifying as the queen of simp. i love u. such a powerful moment we stan)

two things that your relationship with kie would be built on: her determination to learn how to ride a horse, and your determination to learn how to surf. you guys would probably meet at the kook academy (do u think we’ll ever learn the school’s real name? do even the kooks call it the kook academy??), right after sarah screwed kie. the minute you heard about the drama between the two girls, you would feel so guilty for going to sarah’s party, even though you didn’t know kie too well. all you knew was she was the new girl-- meaning all the prissy rich people were basically out to get her for being new and for being a pogue. you’d see her standing with her head in her locker between classes one day, headphones in, smiling down at her phone somberly and rapidly typing in reply to whoever she was texting every few moments. you assumed she was in contact with her friends, who you’d also heard about through the grapevine. after a couple more minutes of watching her type and shift books around in her locker, she slammed the door shut and picked her head up to walk to her next class. so, as the impulsive person you are, you’d speedwalk to catch up to her, falling into step beside her with a timid smile as she confusedly pulled out one earbud. “hi?” she’d question, still not completely sure it was her that you wanted to speak to. “hi. kiara, right?” she’d nod then, pulling out the other headphone as she seemed to become a little more interested. you watched her phone blow up in her hand as she received countless texts at a time from what you assumed was the pogue group chat. “yeah. what’s up?” introducing yourself, you soon realized how poorly thought out this plan was. “um, i just-- i just wanted to tell you that if you’re ever looking for an ally on kook territory, i’m always open to making new friends.” kie would look at you suspiciously for a few seconds, receiving an innocent and slightly-amused expression in return. “okay, then. you can call me kie.”

after that day when you approached her in the hallway, you had seen a lot more of kie. once she realized her new friend was in her lunch and her two most hated classes, she was golden. she found recluse in you. she’d almost forgotten after all the drama with sarah, but having you around reminded kie how amazing it was to have one good ass friend. this friendship, though, quickly bloomed to be something more than kie and sarah ever would’ve been. within two months of being friends, you were both absolutely smitten with each other. within two months of being friends, you were in love. it’d start with the horse riding lessons. the first day you ever took her out for a ride, you’d pull her up on the back of your own horse, and she’d naturally wrap her arms around your waist to secure herself. even with two layers of clothes between you, the feeling of her forearms against your stomach gave you goosebumps. the next day, when you had to give her a little boost so she could jump onto her own horse with a little more ease to start riding alone, a blush crept up on both of your faces that neither of you had been expecting. after the rides every day, you would scurry to get off your animal first, trying to be subtle as you rushed over to help kie down. every time her hand was in yours, there was a warmth spread throughout your body that confirmed everything.

then came the surf lessons. one day, the first time kie brought you out to save baby turtles for an afternoon, you confessed your secret desire to surf when you spotted an older woman tearing waves up from the shore. immediately, kie saw an opportunity. “i’ll teach you to surf,” she’d offer nonchalantly, throwing another seashell toward a seagull to keep it away from the turtles you were now giggling over. “what? really?” “sure. it’s the least i could do-- you help me save turtles, you taught me how to horseback ride. i think it’s probably time for me to repay the favor, right?” you’d scoff, digging your fingers into the sand as you tried to keep your mind from wandering off into its ‘i love my best friend’ area. you hummed in response, not wanting to say yes to the inherently physical activity because you knew the impact the girl had on you, but not wanting to say no because of the opportunity you’d be missing out on. “okay, so we’ll start tomorrow!” the next morning, kie would show up at the ass-crack of dawn with two surfboards on top of her car and a grin on her face. the day-- although dreadfully long and tiring-- would become one of your favorite days of all time.

it would all start before you even got in the water. kie would lay jj’s old board on the sand for you to stand on during a practice run, and as soon as you hopped onto it, her hands would find their way to your hips. her fingertips felt like fire in your skin, and you’d suck in a deep breath and try to ignore the sensation. “you good?” kie would ask, summoning a brief nod from you before she began teaching you the basics. “a lot of surfing is about shifting your body weight the right way. even when you’re actually falling, you always wanna try to do it the right way.” as she spoke, she’d be adjusting your footing on the board, wrapping the velcro strap around your ankle, doing all sorts of technical things that were driving you insane. the sun was barely out, and as it revealed itself more and more, the way it was hitting against kie’s skin was making it harder and harder for you not to reach out and brush back her hair from her face. friends don’t do that, you’d think to yourself. but when she started to say something about bending your knees and using your hips to shift your weight, you were done for. her fingers grazed up the back of your thighs as her hands went from the backs of your knees to your hipbones, and it sent a literal chill down your spine. another deep breath, eyes closed this time, and kie was asking you once again if you were okay. “seriously. are you alright?” your brow would furrow, convinced you could feel her heartbeat through her fingertips right onto your hips. finally, you spun, a desperately frustrated look on your face as you caved. “no, kiara. i’m not alright.” her eyes would widen in surprise, one hand falling from your hips as the other moved up to your side, thumb stroking gently as she tilted her head. “uh, something you need to talk about? because i’m all ears.” you’d look down at her hand on your side, her eyes following yours nervously. when you looked back into her eyes, you could see the fear in them. she’s scared too, you’d realize. kie’s hand began to fall from your body, and all in the same moment, you were stepping off the board, so close your chests were touching and you could feel her breath fanning across your cheeks. “only ears?” you’d question, a hand finally coming up to push back that one piece of hair that had been falling over her face for too long now. as you touched her, kie’s eyes widened a bit more. “i got a mouth, too. if you, um, need... advice?” at this point, you were completely enveloped in her. your hand had tucked the hair behind her ear, eyes scanning her face for any sense of displeasure as you finally let your mind travel to that one, forbidden, ‘i love my best friend’ area. “you have really pretty lips,” you’d breath without thinking it over, panic rushing over your body when you realize what you’d just blurted out. you’d drop your hand, moving to take a step back when she grabbed you by the wrist and yanked. before you could react, your lips were locked onto kie’s, hands in hair, bikini straps falling down, breathing impossibly heavy. when you pulled back from each other, it was like everything had fallen into place. “can we surf tomorrow, instead?” kie would mutter, her forehead pressed against yours as you chuckled. “yeah, we can surf tomorrow. i kinda have something else to put all my energy into right now.” she’d scoff at you, causing you to giggle again. “don’t turn into a fuckboy on me now, sweetheart,” kie would warn sarcastically, placing another peck on your lips. “i would never waste this opportunity by being a fuckboy. trust me. i waited a little too long for this.” and just like that, surfing lessons were rescheduled. you and kie were a little busy, you know, catching up on things like, “how long have you wanted to kiss me?” and “seriously, though, i’ve always thought you had pretty lips. i mean it! i don’t play around about compliments like that.” and “you’re sure you don’t have a crush on any of the pogue guys? just me? really?” and “i think i knew i loved you when...”

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starlightshore · 4 years

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im kinda want to get into this sort of thing so is it okay to ask u a few questions? if not just delete this, but here goes? would u reccomend game maker studio 2, and how hard is it to use in ur opinion? and is there anything u wish u knew at the beginning of making ur fangame?

aw anon you’re so sweet! don’t worry about asking about this, its really exciting to make games and trying new things! i would not say i’m an expert, and i wouldn’t even say i know gml like. at all. i just understand a how the code is used, but now what the code itself is or what to type exactly. like, i understand the theory more so than actually doing it. which is, eh, fine? i’m getting by, and i’m still learning. i’ve only been using gms 2 for 2 months now.

also, i’m using a fangame engine! i feel its kinda like cheating lmao, but its just meant to be a framework to build your own thing off of. and i still need to learn gms2 to use it, and i plan on doing more advanced and complicated things (ie: changing how battles even work structurally.) so. i’m not good at gsm2 yet, but uh, really once you understand coding its not any harder than i’d imagine w/ other professional game engines. compared to unity, i like this better because it seems built on the idea of making 2d sprite games. its SO much more simpler and the userface (while. i’m not a fan of how it has its workspace but whatever) is simple and easy to grasp.

i can’t say for certain if i recommend game maker. its very pricey and doesn’t go on sale often. (big sales i mean, it goes on 15% somewhat frequently) i really, really recommend doing your research first.

so here i talk about what game engines i’ve used over the last year. (also i hear Godot is good!)

at the end of that post i said this: “TLDR; figure out what kind of game and story you want to tell/make. i could of saved a year’s worth of work if i just sat myself down and realized i wanted to make a completely new fangame separate from my old blog stuff. and that i wanted to make an rpg specifically.“

and so! past me has good advice. figure out the scope and what story do you want to tell. with AL, I know it has 2 chapters, and rn i’m only concentrating on chapter 1. chp 1 has 7 nights and one area where you fight enemies. its very story/character driven and is more so like. a deconstruction of the rpg genre than an actual rpg game. (i know that the word deconstruction is over used as hell, but it is what this is.)

it builds off the themes of the original, while focusing on things that i want to focus on and develop. ut, at it’s heart, is about stories and grief, i’m just taking it to a different extreme and angle.

uh, anyway, i really wish i knew what i wanted to make and understood the source material more and what i wanted to make. i’ve. thought really really hard over what UT means, what message toby was trying to convey, how he did it and what I thought about it. understanding what YOU want from and for your project is the most important thing. WHY do you want to make this? WHAT do you want people to feel and think about when playing? or even, after playing? it doesn’t have to be super deep either.

so, figure out what you what to make, and then you can work on the how. really plan your story, but honestly i wouldn’t recommend planning it in super big details right off. also, super helpful to have a friend help you brainstorm and plot check things for you. (shout out to my friend the sniffer

anyway, don’t plan things TOO detailed because things are GOING to change no matter how well you plan! just try to get get an outline done, then rewrite it 5 more times and then MAYBE you’ll be ready to tackle a more detailed version. then write it 5 more times. i can’t stress enough how important planning is, and how you shouldn’t expect everything to work out even on draft 10! things will work, and when they do, draft 10 is going to look like bad awful nonsense cause you’re at draft 20 now and everything is much more coherent and better. games aren’t written or consumed all at once on the fly. its not a piece of fanart, a fanfic, a comic. its not updated more than once. its out, and then its just out. plan for it.

and real quick, don’t worry about art assets! depending on how you do the art, that’s most likely going to change and its going to be polished LAST. i could go more into how you should think of art when game developing, but thats another topic. just. honestly use shitty art assets and worry about it later.

kris’ place holder sprite for deltarune ^ it don’t need to be pretty, it needs to be practical.

second advice: start SMALL!!! i feel i should of done this, and frankly i probably will have to sit down and do this lmao, basically, you should make boring small games to learn the basics. I know, i know, nobody really wants to recreate asteroid when you got big ideas of making stories and animations u wanna make. but like. you really need to figure out how the program works and how the code works in theory and practice.

ok so like, think of coding like this. i got this from a skillshare video series, so uh. i’m going to retell this but in a shittier and likely less nuanced way. sorry

ok so imagine. you’re telling this guy who is trying to get to Gary’s house. now, Gary’s house is just down the road, few houses down, now, you can tell this guy that and he’ll likely find the house just fine. but if you’re telling a robot it’s not going to understand what “down the road” means. what road? how long? it needs instructions that are simple and work in a language it understands.

so you tell the robot “go down two houses, stop at sign until x seconds pass, turn right, go forward 1 house, turn ect. stop at house, ring doorbell. IF Gary answers, go inside; ELSE: do not go inside, wait;

so this what i mean by understanding the theory behind the code rather than the code itself. yes there’s complexities and differences in each language, but they’re ALL based on the same concepts. different program languages are less like different speech languages, but rather different dialects of the same. (uh, like us english vs uk english) its just different rules and “spellings” of the same core concepts.

next advice: don’t be afraid to ask for help! but also! do so within reason! if people are OPEN for helping, be sure do so in the right environment and within what time works for them. compensate people for the time and effort if you can. ALWAYS try to figure out the solution yourself first. often with coding, it can be a simple solution that you could of thought of yourself if you took the initiative to. google is your friend, youtube is your friend! (ok, youtube isn’t, but in this case! yes!) the answer might not always be easy to find, and its perfectly fine to look for help but its good to at least try on your own first!

speaking of which! LEARN LEARN LEARN! be ready to devote A LOT of time to watching and reading about game development. this goes to every game making program, not just gms2. i watch. so many videos on gms. i rec having the video play at 1.5x or 2x speed to cut down time. obvs you still need to retain the information, so speed might be not a good idea then. and its REALLY GOOD to pause and type out the code and follow along. but its also good to just understand the concepts, and theres no harm in rewatching once you’ve understood it better at a different speed.

things WILL click and work out for you, and its going to be a very time consuming and long journey to get there. i LOVE making this game and telling this story but I also had no idea what i was getting into! and i probably will have more advice once i’m further in, (i’ve only used gms 2 for 2 months!) but thats the best i can say for now! i hope you pursue your dreams and start making things!!! you can do it!!!

the best time to start is yesterday, the second best time is right now! even if you put a little effort into it everyday, you’ll build up progress and you can learn SO MUCH over time and theres this whole world of possibilities out there! the world NEEDS your story and your perspective, and i think creating it in anyway you can is necessary for humanity! your work will mean something to someone someday, and i am so excited for you to start your journey!

#i know u probs meant gms2 specifically but this got a little out of hand lmao #long post #personal stuff #sams replies #Anonymous

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nerdgul · 4 years

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Could you explain the brain receptor thing and unmonitored internet usage?? I wasn’t monitored either and now I’m gay but like what else this shit do

i certainly can

first off ill start by saying the internet didn’t make you gay. it may have opened you up a bit and gave you more info on the subject, but thas you own shit my dude. good shit, but yours

and secondly, its way to late for me to be scouting academic articles n shit so this is gon be more of a long winded rant than anything proper. and even simplifying it down this is gonna get long and be badly spelled so sorry in advance (especially to mobile users who don't gets a keep reading break)

*** now for the tldr; you may not have been monitored but things are significantly different than it was a decade ago. internet addiction is a much more prevalent and real problem. addiction of any kind fucks up how your brain chemistry. today’s tech is essentially heroin for kids and children do not understand the concept of self control.

so children brains are not fully developed when they come out, but we’re learning and making connections from day 1. thing is is that when a connection is made it pretty damn hard to sever. even as an adult unlearning shit is a lot harder than learning it and when ur a kid your learning shit constantly and it gets cemented way faster. so essentially what happens to your brain in childhood will be pretty damn hardwired into you forever. (there exceptions of course but were talking habits and brain chemistry here)

which means it’s super fucking easy to get a toddler addicted to shit. like stupid insanely easy. they're little fucking suckers for some sweet sweet pavlovian conditioning.

but what qualifies as an addiction? a lot of people debate whether or not things like video games/internet can qualify as a legit addiction cause they aren’t chemicals that directly impact the brain but are instead things that cause your brain to produce its own feel good chemicals that still fuck up your brain. but they cause all the same reactions in the end.

basically the internet make you feel good. you want to feel good all the time. you fuck up your dopamine receptors by overloading them with cat videos. it takes more internet to get the same good feel. you start avoiding other less pleasurable parts of life (school, family, sunlight). bam, addiction.

i’ve seen toddlers that had symptoms compared to actual meth junkies, the only difference is that when a toddler has a screaming crying raging fit over not having their fix its seen as ‘kids just being kids’ and many parents will roll their eyes and to get them to shut up will just let the kid have 5 more minutes of screen time… or 50. but thing is, that shits not normal. sure tantrums every now and then happen but it is the responsibility of the parent to help their child regulate screen time because children are not yet developed enough to self regulate shit.

this is especially bad for video games. it might seem harmless enough to hand over some phone game to your kid while your busy running errands to keep em quiet but mobile games are designed to be colorful busy give constant achievements and keep you playing (so you’ll watch more ads or pay more money). its overstimulation and the child doesn’t even realize it, instead they see anything outside the game as being the ‘too much’ and lash out at the parent trying to get their attention instead.

and beyond the part of addiction too much screen time has also been linked to lack of sleep, delayed speech development, and poor social skills.

babies literally need to be touched or they’ll die. lack of eye contact at a young age can fuck up their sense of self and connections to others. so if your a parent looking at your phone instead of your kid it already is teaching them the phone is more important. and when they finally get to the screen they will also start prioritising it over socialising and i cannot stress enough how fucking important regular social contact with children is. they need it to develop right. seriously just look up ‘feral children’ and see what happens (granted those are worst of the worst cases but even self inflicted isolation still isn’t good for anyone).

so what does poor social skills and a fucked up domaine receptor get you??? DING DING DING, LIFELONG DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY!! a slu of mental health issues just waiting to feed on them poor deep fried serotonin nuggets.

now im not saying internet gives people depression. that would be a gross oversimplification of the subject. and in many studies its been shown the correlation (wich is very high btw) between internet usage and depression is because internet attracts people with pre-existing depression but when talking specifically about children who dont already have these issues its a different story.

however if you were born in the 1990s to early 2000s you have a different story than children today. so far i’ve been talking about mostly toddlers who use modern tech (phones, kids tablets ect). millennials and early gen z era were a little special having grown up with this technology but in such a way it was much harder for us to abuse it. sure there were some kids who would play webkinz for 5 hours a day and live in front of the TV, but there would also only be a single computer in the house which the whole family shared, and the internet was probably slow so it was a lot harder for this generation to have these kinds of issues. TVs also had to be shared and had regular commercials and reruns so your get bored and go outside sometimes. no constantly continuous streaming of any new content at your fingers. things just.. didn’t need to be monitored as closely back then.

thats not to say it didn't need to be monitored at all, but more so issues with technology were less likely to happen or developed to a far lesser extent. it’s also why i see a lot of millennials defending the internet. making memes about overprotective moms being worried about video games n shit. They dont relize just how different things are and what that means.

but the reality is technology as it is today is much different. everything wants your attention all the time and growing up in a world where you get your very own touch screen device at a young age to do with whatever you please, that opens the door to a lot more potential issues and they’re things we shouldn’t ignore.

and thats not even getting into the specific types of content children could be consuming or the effects of social media and internet culture has on older children and teens. but thats a whole other rant.

anyway if its requested ill make a more informed fully sourced post to tackle any particular subject with more depth, lord knows i’ve still glossed over about a million other parts of the topic, but for now hope this helps. ps; if anyone wishes to add on/correct me/phrase something better please feel free to doso

#applesauc-y #internet addiction #nerdstuff #asks

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soul-music-is-life · 4 years

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Can u please write a short fluffy happy prompt of Emily returning from the army and meeting Alison and her kids in the airport??

Little late on the Christmas deadline, but two people asked for a prompt for the holidays. So Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Maybe next year Santa/the Hanukkah Beagle shouldn’t use USPS, cuz those presents are ALWAYS late…

You can read it on Fanfic (or, as always...below the cut)

***

Grace had insisted on blue. Lily wanted pink. They’d settled on purple. They had managed to get most of the marker on the poster board. Their little fingers ended up covered in glitter and glue. The first ‘e’ in “Welcome” was backwards and the ‘o’ in “home” had gotten smudged. But when they looked at Alison and asked,

“How does it look, mommy?”

Alison said, “Perfect.”

Because it was. They had made it with love. They were so excited that their mama was coming home.

***

The flight had been nerve-wracking. It’s not like Emily hadn’t flown before. She was used to it. It wasn’t the actual plane ride itself. She was having trouble shaking off the residual anxiety she had from being in combat. She was also anxious to hold her babies and kiss her wife again. She spent the entire flight thinking about them. She couldn’t wait to see them again.

When the plane was approaching Rosewood Emily opened the window shade and looked at her town below. When the aircraft started its descent Emily could see the clouds, as soft as white mountain peaks covered in snow. The wings sliced through them as though they were nothing. She could see the bulbous shadows hovering above the ground.

She felt something brush against her arm on the armrest. When she looked over her shoulder she saw the little girl next to her sitting up high in her seat, trying to look out the window. She had been playing games on the screen in the seat in front of her the entire trip, but now that the window was open she was trying to get a better look at what was happening outside.

“Can I see?” she batted her big blue eyes at Emily. She had her little palms against Emily’s arm.

Her mother looked over and saw the little girl practically climbing over on to Emily.

“Amelia, honey, what did we talk about earlier? It’s not polite to touch people without asking first.” She faced Emily. “I’m sorry. She doesn’t understand boundaries yet.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I’ve got two girls around her age.” Emily smiled.

“Must be hard to be away from them.”

There was an unspoken understanding between the two mothers.

“Yeah. They grow up so fast.” Emily looked at Amelia, who was oblivious to the adults talking around her.

“Amy, you remember how we talked about how some mommies and daddies have to spend time away from their babies to be somewhere else to protect us?”

“Uh huh.”

“What do we say, do you remember?”

The little girl looked at Emily’s uniform and it registered. She smiled at Emily and leaned up on her knees.

“Thank you for your service.”

Emily had to bite back tears. It was such a sweet and simple gesture. And it was something that she’d obviously learned from caring parents. It made her realize how much of her daughters’ lives she was missing. She had been gone for nine months. What had she missed in that time?

“You’re very welcome.”

“I like your pins.” Amelia pointed to Emily’s medals.

There was one medal she hadn’t gotten in person yet. It was one that Alison didn’t know about. It was the reason she was coming home.

Her purple heart.

She’d been injured by a roadside bomb. Fortunately, no one had been killed, though they had been ambushed after the attack. She’d suffered three broken ribs, mild burns on her side, two fractures in her arm, and a laceration on her right hand. She’d managed to pull three of her squad members to safety even with her injuries.

She was healing up nicely. She’d mentioned the ambush to Alison, but she had downplayed her injuries and told her that she was okay, which was the truth.

She didn’t realize that her commanding officer was going to give her the option to be medically discharged due to the nature of the problems her injuries might cause in the future. She didn’t know that nearly being blown up was going to bring her closer to her family.

The little girl was squirming in her seat, trying harder and harder to look out the window.

“She’s welcome to sit on my lap if you’re okay with it.” Emily offered.

“It’s fine with me.”

Emily helped the little girl into her lap and they looked out the window. They watched as the buildings and streets turned from tiny blips into shapes and images they could actually recognize. She held her, pointing to the landmarks below, until the “fasten seatbelt” sign came on. Then she helped her get settled back into her seat.

Landing was always the hardest part. She knew from experience that take-offs and landings were generally the most dangerous parts of the flight. But when she looked outside at her town, her home, she couldn’t feel anything but excitement.

***

The airport was lined with people, a sea of faces all moving in waves to their next destination. Some were rushing. Some were sitting and sleeping in chairs. Others were waiting in the crowd for their loves ones.

Alison held the twins’ hands firmly as they moved through the crowds. One of her biggest fears was losing one or both of them in a busy place.

“I don’t see mama.” Grace whined, twisting the poster board with her fingers.

“She’s still coming home, right?” Lily looked at Alison, a sad look of fear in her eyes.

Sometimes the girls worried that they’d never see their mama again. They didn’t know the extent of what Emily did, but she and Emily had had the conversation with the girls that sometimes mama would be in situations where she had to help others, but that she would always do her best to come back safe and sound.

Alison looked up at the plasma screens that showed the arrival and departure times. Emily’s plane was at its gate. She would be coming towards them any minute. She felt a bubbling sensation in her stomach she hadn’t had since she was in high school. She hadn’t seen Emily in nine months. It felt like forever. She couldn’t wait to hold her again.

“She should be here soon.” Alison assured the girls.

“I wanna hold the sign.” Lily reached for the folded up poster board.

“No! I want to!”

They were both cranky, because they’d fought in the car on the way over. Alison told them to behave and that they could both hold it. They each stood on one side and held the sign up, but it kept flopping forward, so Alison ended up holding the damn thing while the twins pretended they were the ones holding it up.

A crowd of passengers rounded the corner and started walking towards them. They dispersed, finding their family members. Alison watched everyone hugging and it made her antsy. She wanted to be in Emily’s arms. She wanted to kiss her wife…to touch her cheek…to bathe in her aroma.

It was the twins who spotted her first. The uniform was a dead giveaway. Grace squealed and Lily shouted “mama!!”

Emily turned and saw them and she felt her heart melting. She saw the large childlike letters on the poster board covered in sparkles and glitter. They had drawn hearts around their simple message.

“Welcome Home Mama. We Love You.”

The twins were supposed to stand behind the roped off security line, but they forgot everything they’d been told to do when they saw Emily’s face. They dropped the poster and raced forward before Alison could grab them.

No one in security stopped them. In fact, one of the men in uniform walked over to where Alison was standing and unlatched the rope to let her through so she could be with her family.

Emily dropped her bag and fell to her knees as the twins ran into her arms, both of them crying ‘mama!’ so loudly that everyone in the airport turned to see the commotion. She didn’t even feel the tightness of her still healing injuries. All she felt was her children’s love.

Grace and Lily wrapped their arms around her neck. She reached up and gripped the backs of their heads with her palms and peppered them with kisses.

“Hi, babies.”

Emily was not someone who cried easily. She’d been through a lot in her life and some of it had hardened her. She had a tight lid on her emotions. But she was a sucker for her kids. And the second she had them in her arms she crumbled, burying her face in between their necks, letting her tears fall down her face.

“Oh, I missed you so much.”

“We missed you, mama.” Lily pulled back. “Why are you crying? Are you sad?”

“No.” Emily reached up to wipe away her tears. “No, I’m crying because I’m so happy to see you.”

They had gotten so big. She felt like she hadn’t seen them in years. Being overseas away from her family was hard. She didn’t know how much she was missing until she had them in her arms. It was like a piece of her she didn’t even know was gone had been returned to her.

She saw Alison approaching. She gripped Lily and Grace and picked them both up, putting one on each hip just like she’d done since they were babies. She instinctively moved forward towards Alison and their lips met. Alison put her palm against Emily’s face and thumbed away a stray tear.

“Hey.” Emily pecked her lips again.

Alison tasted as sweet as she remembered. She couldn’t believe she was here. She couldn’t believe she was with her family again. She had a new appreciation for what her mother and father must have felt like every time they reunited.

Alison wrapped her arms around her wife and children. Her body melded into Emily’s, as if they were a perfect fit, even with their children…especially with their children. They stayed in their embrace for several minutes.

They could hear the applause and the cheers of the other passengers in the airport, but they still felt like they were in their own little world.

Grace started wiggling and wanted down. She was suddenly on a tangent about how she wanted to show Emily their poster, which was sitting on top of a counter over by the security area.

Emily put Lily and Grace down, which gave their mothers a moment of intimacy without them. Emily reached up and cupped Alison’s cheeks. The blonde’s eyes were brimming with tears. She couldn’t contain her emotions any longer.

“I missed you so much,” Alison sobbed with a smile on her face. She was so happy to see her…alive…home in one piece.

Emily wiped away Alison’s tears with her fingers and pressed her lips against Alison’s once more. Their noses touched. Their foreheads met. They took a moment just to hold one another.

“Mama.” Lily tugged on Emily’s hand.

Emily forced herself to pry her eyes away from Alison’s and look down at her little girls.

“Can we go home now?” Lily asked.

Emily leaned down again, giving the twins another opportunity to hug her neck. She picked them up, balancing them on her hips. She snuggled Lily and then Grace. They both giggled.

“I want to hear all about what you two have been doing while I’ve been away.”

She carried them as far as the food court. The second they saw ice cream they were begging for sugar. Alison and Emily bought them each a cone and they walked out of the airport together. They’d both inhaled their treats by the time they got to the car. Their moms got them situated in their booster seats. Emily threw her bags in the back and then climbed up front with Alison.

She took a moment to appreciate where she was. It was something so simple…sitting in the car with her wife and her children. But it was something she knew a lot of people took for granted. She didn’t want to miss a single second.

“So.” Alison put her hand down against the center console. “How long are you staying?”

Emily hadn’t told her the good news. She’d wanted to see the look on Alison’s face when she told her she was coming home for good.

Emily reached down and took Alison’s hand, linking their fingers together. She smiled.

“How about forever?”

#Emison #PLL #Pretty Little Liars #Emison prompts #Emily Fields #Alison DiLaurentis

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different anon, but heck yeah u should definitely infodump about lucid dreaming!! im really interested in it

aaaaa okay !!! uh hold onto ur ears yall im abt to talk em off lmao

so !! if u didnt know, lucid dreaming is basically when you become aware that you’re dreaming while youre in a dream. once you’re aware, you can take control of the dream in literally any way u want — u can do anything, go anywhere, meet anyone, all with the knowledge that nothing can hurt u and nothing can stop u

its a fascinating concept and, the feeling when u actually become lucid for the first time? its better than anything else in the world. its the most invigorating thing u can ever feel, i think. but actually becoming lucid is, ,, , , hm. a time and a half.

putting the rest under a cut bc, hooooo boy this is gonna get long

first things first! you absolutely have to keep a dream journal. forgetting ur dreams is all well and good when ur not trying to accomplish anything in them, but if you become lucid and then wake up with only the vaguest memory of what you actually did? thats painful.

u can either go all out and get a fancy journal and write them down physically each morning, or u can do what i do and just download an app. i personally use the app Dream Catcher, which lets u tag ur dreams for easy organization. just get in the habit of writing down your dreams every morning, and if you really, really cant remember anything, just write down that you didnt dream anything that day. you’ll train your brain to remember your dreams better

secondly! reality checks! are absolutely imperative! the idea behind them is that, if you do something throughout the day that “proves” your reality, eventually you’ll start doing it in your dreams as well. for example, a common thing in my dreams is that i’ll have extra fingers, so i check my hands a lot throughout the day.

it can’t just be a casual thing, too. if all you do is glance at your hands and b like “yo looks normal, we gucci”, then you’ll do the same in your dreams even if you have Weird hands. trust me, Dream-You is an idiot, you gotta be obvious with this stuff. take a few moments, look at your hands, count out your fingers, and really think to yourself “am i dreaming?”

try to get in the habit of doing that at least 15 times a day, and eventually you’ll start doing it in your dreams too.

now, if you just stick with doing those two things — which is what i’m doing right now — your chances of becoming lucid will raise astronomically. even just those two tiny things can train your brain into realizing when the world around you is real and when it isnt. you can also attempt something really easy called a MILD — a mnemonic-induced-lucid-dream — which can help your chances even more without upping the effort

whenever you go to bed, just take a few moments — even just five minutes can help — and just. lay there. and think to urself, again and again “the next scene will be a dream” or “i will become lucid in my dreams tonight” or something similar. get ur brain really focused on lucid dreaming right before you fall asleep and chances are, those Vibes will bleed over into ur dreams and you’ll become lucid

practice those three things consistently, every day, and pretty soon you’ll start becoming lucid. it takes time, though! dont be discouraged if you end up not becoming lucid for the first few weeks, or even months. sometimes your brain just needs a bit of extra training

that’s what ive been doing for the past year or so — bc damn do i Not have the energy to actually put in too much effort — but!!! there are other techniques!!

my personal favorite is the WBTB, or wake-back-to-bed method. with this technique, you set your alarm for roughly 5-6 hours after you go to sleep so you’ll wake up inside of one of your REM cycles, specifically one where your dreams will be the most vivid. dont do anything, just roll over and go right back to sleep.

you can even use a MILD along with this, repeat whatever mantra u usually use as you fall back asleep. you should start to see hypnagogic imagery — blobs of color and vague shapes floating before your eyes. just observe them. at one point, they’ll start forming more familiar shapes, and places, and maybe even people — and there should be a moment, a snap, where you go from observing these images to actually being in the scene. you literally build the dream around yourself, its magical

i have read that WBTB can cause sleep paralysis, but i’ve never personally experienced any problems with it, aside from the fact that im always tired the next day.

another thing that could severely increase your chances of being lucid but also involves Effort — meditation. specifically mindfulness meditation. the act of bringing full awareness to your Existence, honing in on just Your body, Your mind, Your breath, will make you a more aware, mindful person, which in turn makes you more perceptive of dream signs. also, the ability to clear your mind and center yourself with a moment’s notice really comes in handy when the dream becomes destabilized and you have to take control

if ur an adhd lad like me — or neurodivergent in any way, really — the idea of meditation can be,,,, terrifying. honestly, i havent meditated in like six months now, because it really wasnt?? doing anything for me?? mostly because im absolutely incapable of sitting still for that long without Something to stimulate me

so! loophole! guided meditations. having someone else guide you through the process can make it a bit easier to focus. just find one that works for u on youtube. there are even guided meditations made specifically to prime ur brain for lucid dreaming!

so thats how you get lucid. now for when youre lucid

at first, lucid dreaming is going to be extremely hard. dreams fall apart very easily — if you get too overexcited or if a dream-character looks at you the wrong way or if you cant seem to do what you want to do, your lucidity can fade and you’ll either go back to being your normal dream self or you’ll wake up. dreams are volatile and hard to control, and even harder to master

thats where meditation comes in handy. youll have a much easier time controlling your dreams if you can look at the world around you, take a breath, center yourself, and know that you can control it. that being said, you can absolutely learn to take control without ever having meditated a day in your life. its all about your mindset!

you have to go into it with confidence. the key to controlling your dreams is knowing that they’re your dreams. you cant forget that you’re in control. thats why i feel like learning to lucid dream doubles as a lesson in self-confidence — you have to learn to trust yourself, trust that you can handle any scenario thrown at you and come out on top.

if you can achieve this mindset, you can literally do anything. ive had maybe 50 lucid dreams since i started learning about them — which… is honestly a really low amount, but. i havent really had the time/energy to really throw myself into it as much as i want to. but just in those dreams, ive flown, ive shapeshifted, ive met my sides, ive teleported to vast, gorgeous lands and seen some of the most beautiful things ive ever seen. anything is possible in a lucid dream; thats why its so worth it to put in the effort

but when youre first starting out, itll be extremely hard to maintain that mindset. like i said, Dream-you is dumb as shit — you’ll forget youre dreaming, you’ll be unable to control anything, you’ll wake up before you manage to accomplish anything. more often than not, the dream will destabilize, which is Not Fun

if the dream starts to destabilize — basically, if things start going fuzzy or vague, if you suddenly cant see, if you can feel ur body in bed, basically anything that points towards you waking up — there are ways to fix it. literally just spinning around helps for some reason? spin around, fall down, run ur hands along anything u can find and feel the texture, or just demand that the dream stabilize itself. most of the time, thatll work

and if it doesnt, dont be discouraged. theres always another night to dream

so basically: start a dream journal, do reality checks, mmmmaybe meditate if youre up for it, and your dreams will become like. at least 10x more interesting. trust me, try flying: its literally the best feeling in the entire world

its just !!! such a huge, incredible thing, and its so fascinating to learn about too. all the different ways you can train your brain, all the different things you can do, all the studies done on the subject. i suggest reading about Steven LaBerge or keith hearne. hearne led the study that proved lucid dreaming existed in the first place! he got a lucid dreamer to signal to him that he was conscious while asleep using REM (rapid-eye movement), because lucid dreaming happens during the REM state. also, robert waggoner’s book Gateway to the Inner Self is really fascinating too!

hm wow i really went ham here lmao

thanku for giving me a chance to infodump im very happy rn

#me: /spends a full half-hour infodumping abt something most people havent even heard of/#now if only i could remember this much when it comes to schoolwork lmaooooo #ty for the Infodump Permission im !! vibin rn #lowkey highkey this makes me wanna get back into it. . . might do a wbtb tonight...#personal #logan talks #lucid dreaming #Anonymous

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aaaa i’m not sure if this is an upsetting question to ask but i’ve only just realized my parents are abusive and i’m not sure how to cope w that fact

aa hi it’s not upsetting no worries!! i’m always happy to try nd help where i can!!

i’m rlly sorry u r in this position, i remember what that was like n it made the abuse so much harder to manage in my experience bc of rlly starting to learn more abt it and noticing more and more due to it )):

if its possible for u to receive professional help regarding it i rlly suggest that, especially for like dealing w traumas nd other things the abuse results in, but to also be careful w that as sometimes the procedures they want 2 do to “help” (especially relating getting u out of an abusive situation) can cause the abuse to get worse bc of it basically involving them or cps snitching on u to ur abusers a lot of the time but ya!! basically if u r below 16 they tend 2 be all “ya we are obligated to inform ur abusers actually and u dont get a say” )): aaa i dont mean to fear-monger bc ik that for some ppl it can work out but it put me in such bad situations when i was younger nd is still affecting my family’s abusiveness now so i just wanted to put a warning abt that regardless hshdjfj D:

but regardless of if u can get professional help or not, i honestly rlly suggest that u try ur best not to actively explore it too much (like regarding ur memories n looking into direct info on it etc) while u r still stuck in an abusive situation bc it can bring a lot of things back up and overall make u rlly unstable n thats rlly rlly hard 2 manage when u r still experiencing the abuse as u likely wont b able to process it and stabilise and just aa )):

i rlly suggest trying to find less direct outlets for it that will help u cope, but pls try ur best not to fall into unhealthy coping mechanism!! ik that’s rlly hard 2 do though so pls also remember that sometimes a generally unhealthy coping mechanism is the best u can manage within ur situation and better than not coping w it at all, and to not be too hard on urself for things like those!! but if possible to still try ur best to gradually replace unhealthy coping mechanisms w healthier ones (generally u should always try 2 replace coping mechanisms rather than just quitting an unhealthy coping mechanism bc u need that unhealthy coping mechanism for a reason and just quitting coping is rarely a possibility unless ur situation changes)

for me my vent blog rlly helps when i can’t just cope through avoidance nd escapism alone bc it’s a way to still be able to vent abt it without having to directly talk abt it nd being able to still relate to others and not feel as alone in it, but pls be careful bc vent/trauma blogs can also make u spiral and it isn’t always the healthiest way to cope!! sometimes its better than the alternatives though!

another tip is that due to finding out abt them being abusive rather than just experiencing it without rlly knowing that it’s abuse, it’ll likely hit u harder when abuse happens and u might feel intenser emotional reactions due to it and u might feel compelled to act on those emotions towards ur abusers, but that often only makes the abuse worse so pls try ur best to stay safe regarding that!!

but aa my main suggestion when it comes to dealing with being in an abusive situation u can’t escape is to keep distracted from it and avoid ur abusers to the best of ur ability!! in situations where u can’t escape ur abusers, fight (as in the trauma response, specifically towards ur abusers) or fleeing from ur abusers are rarely options as they tend to only provoke ur abusers more, so generally escapism tends to be a necessary survival mechanism to be able to manage ur daily life )): in a way i got kind of lucky myself w how those survival mechanisms automatically developed for me from an early age through things like dissociation, automatic escapism, and emotional impermanence etc (when those things r part of ur overall development that also makes it rlly hard to cope w life in general though but ya ksjdjhsjs)

aa unless it’s an option for u to stay w someone else you know and can trust and to escape ur abusers through that of course!! then that’s definitely my main suggestion hdskdj!! but ik that in many cases that’s rlly difficult or not an option at all and temporary escapes are often the most u can do )): (though pls b careful w temporary escapes too both w not letting ur abusers find out why and instead making an excuse and also bc temporarily being out of an abusive situation can make it hit so much harder when u r back in the situation again)

aa i rlly wish there was more i cld do for u but i’m sending lots of love n support ur way and i rlly hope things will be manageable!! pls know im here for u and that my inbox and dms r always open!! ♡

#aa if any of my followers have more tips n suggestions pls leave them in the notes!!#hsjdjs im sorry if this is rlly rambly #oh hskdjd #my non vent mental n physical health blog might have some helpful stuff!! i have a resource tag (res) n a trauma tag (trauma) there!!#oh and an informative stuff tag!! (info) but u can find all trauma related resources n info in my trauma tag!#u can find the url in my carrd!!#ask #anonymous #long post

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teannamon · 5 years

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The Black Cat and the Princess (ML Fic)

[ Family Switch AU ] Marinette’s the only child of fashion icon Gabriel Agreste, and Adrien is the adopted child of Sabine and Tom Dupain-Cheng, two of the best bakers in Paris. What happens when their paths meet?

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The story will somewhat follow the flow of the canon episodes Also a more tolerable Chloe, if that makes you uncomfortable (somehow) then eh… up to you

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“For the last time, Marinette, no is no and that is my final decision”

“Well for the last time as well, my decision is final. I will attend Lycée with Chloe like a normal 16-year old”

The older man sighed and stopped illustrating to look at his daughter standing in front of his work desk, a determined look in her face. He raised a brow, “And how do you suppose you will do that when you need me, your parent, to enroll you?”

His daughter scoffed like the answer is quite obvious, “I can enroll myself you know, and Chloe says I can apply for a scholarship under her father if you’re really that insistent on me not attending. I refuse to be homeschooled, 9 years of that is enough for me”

Gabriel let out a long and deep sigh as he returned to illustrating, not saying anything. Marinette’s confidence started to wind down as her father stayed quiet. Something she hates more than him talking her ear off for how she should or shouldn’t do things because at least when he’s talking she knows what he’s thinking and it doesn’t add to her anxiety.

“W-well, anyways I’m off to my room to prepare my uh, things for next week” she managed to say as she quickly turned to leave the room.

“Marinette,” her father said flatly and she stopped in her tracks, once again facing Gabriel.

“Y-yes?”

“Nathalie will enroll you tomorrow under the scholarship of Mayor Bourgeois to ensure that you actually intend to learn and not just mingle. The Gorilla will drive you to and from the school and anywhere you may go as long as I know beforehand. Understood?”

Marinette blinked. Once. Twice. She feels…happy? Relieved? Amazed? She doesn’t know. The last time he granted her what she wanted that he didn’t approve of was when she wanted to cut her hair short and color it blue because the way she styled it then was that she looked like Chloe when seen from behind. That was 5 years ago.

Realizing that her father was looking at her expectantly from his work desk and that she’s been standing still for a solid minute she shook her head from the initial shock and let out a genuine smile.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she hugged Gabriel in excitement then left the room to prepare for next week, now in high spirits, and inform her only friend.

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“Adrien! Adrien!”

“Yes mom?” the blonde boy shouted back as he paused his game.

“Your friends are here, hun” and with that he turned around to open his hatch and was quickly met in a tackle.

“Nino! Seriously, one of these days you’re gonna break my everything, and then I can’t help around the bakery, and then you’ll have to stay here and do everything for me, is that what you want?”

His best friend laughed and got up while picking up his cap, “Chill dude, I just want to show you how excited I am for next week. Speaking of, have you gotten your schedule already?”

As he asked, Nino opened Adrien’s computer to open his best friend’s email, to which Adrien didn’t mind. He got up and dusted his outfit while rubbing his elbows that hit the floor harder than any part of his body during the tackle.

“Yo! what’s up A, your mom told me to bring these up” a voice caught both boys attention back to the hatch to see their journalist friend, Alya bringing up a tray of croissants and cookies.

“Hey Alya, good to see you too” Adrien greeted as she approached the desk and placed the tray of sweets next to the computer Nino was focused on.

“So, what’s pretty boy’s schedule?” she asked, directing the question to her boyfriend who’s opening up his emails.

Nino opened the email he was looking for with an audible ‘aha’ and now the three are looking at Adrien’s schedule.

“Well, at least we have lunch at the same time. Oh! and we’re in the same Physics class, this class will be a breeze” Alya excitedly gestures and Adrien groans.

“Please don’t make me do your worksheets, this isn’t secondary anymore it’s harder in Lycée”

Alya waved her hand dismissively, “No worries, just expect me to be your partner in every groupwork”

“Yay” Adrien replied sarcastically, while raising a fist limply.

“Hey if its any consolation to my girlfriend’s piggybacking, I’ll totally be the most helpful History partner” Nino offered to the blonde to which he glared at the giggling couple.

The rest of the day was spent planning their hangout schedules and their speculations on who the surprise famous student that Chloe was referring to in her latest tweet.

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Knock! Knock!

Marinette was startled by the sudden sound and dropped the clothes she was holding in front of her.

“It’s Nathalie, I need to ask a few questions” the voice said from the other door.

“Come in, Nathalie” she said as she picked up the clothes she dropped and placed it in the neater pile next to the mirror. The door clicked but did not open. ‘Oh yeah, I locked it cause I was trying out clothes’

“Hold on, I’ll open it!” in a rush to open the door and not keep her father’s (and hers too but she doesn’t want to think about her that way) assistant waiting too long, she tripped on the pile of clothes. Twice.

Once she managed to untangle herself from her own clothes she seemingly tripped on so easily, the door opened and Nathalie, with her serious face as usual nodded before walking in.

“What is it you wanna ask?”

Nathalie faced her and tapped on a few things on her tablet before talking to her again, “It seems that you have one more elective to choose to complete your schedule”.

Marinette stood beside her as she showed her the list of electives she can choose from. She saw that the Fashion elective has already been chosen-probably chosen by her father, she thought, not that she’s complaining.

“I guess I’ll take Arts” she decided, and Nathalie nodded as she entered Arts into her schedule. Before the assistant left, she turned around as she remembered something. “The scholarship for Mayor Bourgeois, requires you to have at least a grade of 15 or higher in all of your subjects”

“U-understood” she stammered in response as Nathalie left her room and closed the door. The blunette let out a sigh as she returned to her pile of clothes now strewn about because of her tripping incident just a few minutes ago.

‘I need to practice not tripping on everything once I’m school’ she teased herself.

Next Chapter: Marinette trips. Chloe shows off her very talented and famous friend. Misunderstandings ensue. Adrien gets an unexpected gift after class.

↬ Chapter 2

↬ AO3 Link

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Endnote: I only have a general direction for this story not a detailed one so expect some not-so-expert writing on my part, and I’ll probably revise them when I’m older and wiser. Also, feel free to correct me on some blatant inaccuracies cause I am not an expert with everything I may write.

And being the non-French that I am, I based the education system and curriculum loosely in general terms and how it’s done in my university so yeah there’s that to keep in mind.

Anywho, feel free to hmu for fanfic suggestions, questions, or to just yell at my mistakes lmao

#teanammonfics #blackcatandprincess #ml fanfic #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #marichat #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ml au #miraculous au #mlb #tales of ladybug and cat noir #gabriel agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #sabine cheng #teannamonfics

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