#just might take awhile - I’m very slow
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kiss it better
steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 3,176
warnings: swearing, sick fic (sorta), steve not taking care of himself, anxiety, stress, mental breakdown?, best friends to lovers deal (let me know if i missed something)
a/n: hi! it’s been awhile. i’m sorry about that. this has been a very slow process for me. my mental health is shit, and that’s probably obvious. i hope it hasn’t seeped into this too much, but it probably will with the next few things i write. i apologize for taking so long to post, for disappearing, for not really making this the blog it once was. but i’m not the same person i was then. so we’ll see where this goes. i hope you enjoy this one a little. i love you.
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The shrill sound of a phone ringing scares you awake, eyes flying open, heart pounding so aggressively you fear for a split second that it might burst.
You sit up quickly, enough so that you make yourself dizzy trying to get your bearings. You roll onto your side, and reach blindly across the edge of your nightstand, grabbing for the green plastic that’s shaking with the force of which it’s ringing.
You almost fall out of bed, just managing to catch yourself as you bring the phone to your ear.
“Hello?”
Your voice comes out weak, thick with sleep and the longing for more rest. It startles you and makes you clear your throat.
“Hey, it’s me.”
The voice on the other line is even weaker than your own. It’s quiet.
“Steve?”
Your eyes find the alarm clock on your dresser, bright red letters telling you it’s just after one in the morning. You might be half-asleep, but you’re conscious enough that your heart rate picks up, registering that this isn’t when your best friend normally calls.
You hear him breathe, along with some shuffling. He’s nodding his head, but realizes you can’t see.
“Yeah. Listen,” he drags a shaking hand down his face. “I’m sorry to call so late.”
“Hey, it’s okay. What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”
He goes quiet for a moment, but you wait patiently for him to continue. He must be trying to get something out, and you don’t want to pressure him, or cause him stress in any way.
Steve huffs, frustrated with himself.
“I-I’ve got an insane headache, and we’re out of goddamn medicine. My parents were here, and my mom was hungover and I guess she must’ve emptied us out, but it hurts too bad to drive, and…” He trails off, breathing heavily.
His pause lends you a moment to process, and you decide to speak up. If his head is killing him, you know finding the energy to speak to you, let alone call, has to be draining. You wouldn’t want him to suffer anymore than he already is.
“Stevie?” you start, happy to hear a small hum that encourages you to go on. He registers what you’ve called him, something you don’t call him often, and his chest aches. “I’ve got some I can bring you. I think all the drugstores nearby are closed.”
You swing your legs out from under the covers, pushing yourself off the mattress. Pressing the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you pull on the pair of sweats slung over the end of your bed, trying not to bust your ass as you hop into them.
“Is anything else hurting you?” you ask, gently as can be.
“Honestly?” he responds. “I think I’m sick. I can’t be sick, can I?”
You stand upright once again, taking the phone firmly in your hand.
“I think even King Steve can get sick from time to time. I’ll be there soon, okay?”
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Steve’s not sure you understand him. He can’t be sick. He’s got shit to do. He has a shift tomorrow, and he’s pretty sure Dustin needs a ride one day this week because Claudia is on a “girls trip.” He has to keep working on his college essay, because he’d told you he was almost done, but really he isn’t.
Steve doesn’t have the time to be sick. And he can’t have you ruining your own schedule to come and babysit him. He’s supposed to be the babysitter. Not the charge.
He should be able to take care of himself, but of course, the one time his parents come home they clean out his mediocre supply of medicine. Something he’s always stocked up on, given his tendency to get the shit beat out of him, or the nasty string of tension headaches that just won’t quit.
And his head is killing him. He has his palms pressed to his temples, trying (and failing) to dull the ache. There aren’t any lights on in the kitchen, where he’s sitting on the floor, back pressed to the cabinets.
He’s trying not to move too much either, because he’s dizzy. This probably has to do with the fact that he skipped dinner, feeling too nauseous to eat. Now that Steve is hungry, he fears he won’t be able to get up and fix anything.
Maybe you’ll be able to help, he thinks. But that voice is quick with a counter argument. No. I need to do it.
He perks up at the sound of the front door opening. “Steve?” you call out, careful not to slam the door or yell too loud. It’s also why you hadn’t rung the doorbell.
Steve raps his knuckles softly against the countertop, hoping it’ll be enough to clue you in. He can’t bring himself to shout right now. You follow the sound, taking the few steps toward the kitchen.
When your eyes lock on his figure, see the way the heels of his hands press into his eyes, you realize how young he looks. He almost looks small, legs pulled up to his chest, big, lanky body compacted as much as possible. He looks vulnerable. You’re sure he hates that.
“Hi, Steve,” you say, keeping your voice low.
He looks up at you, and his face splits into a sweet grin. He’s happy that you’re here, even if that voice is screaming at him, wanting to punish him for asking for help.
“Hey, honey.” You smile back at him, and his heart rate picks up. Sometimes he forgets how beautiful you are, and then you’re standing in front of him, snatching every last breath from his lungs.
You set your bag down beside him and reach out, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He feels a little warm, but not feverishly so.
You move away from him, grabbing a cup from the drying rack. You fill it up with water and crouch at his side. Steve takes the glass from you, head resting against the cabinet to watch as you grab him some medicine. You hand him a few pills, and he takes them quickly. If he doesn’t get this headache calmed down soon, he thinks he might just die.
Steve keeps drinking the water you gave him, and you push his hair back again, watching the way it curls around his ears.
He drinks about half of the water before he pauses, taking a deep breath. He looks at you then. It’s mostly dark in the kitchen, but the lamp on the table by the front door is on, so you’re a little backlit from it. Not to mention the moonlight seeping in from the window above the sink.
You look gorgeous. And you came over to take care of him. You got up, at one in the morning, and drove to his house, just because he asked you to. Hell, he hadn’t even asked. He hadn’t gotten the words out. But you’d known. You’d known exactly what he was trying to ask, and you’d offered your help with no qualms.
Steve’s nose starts to sting, and that pressure from behind his eyes—it starts to release. Before he knows it, his vision is getting cloudy, and he’s crying. He can’t be crying, can he?
You carefully remove the glass from his hand and move in between his spread knees.
“Steve, it’s okay. I’m here, and I’m gonna take top notch care of you.”
“I know you are,” he says, voice breaking. “But I should be able to do it myself. I always do it myself.” He presses his hands against his face, but you catch his wrists and gently pull them away.
You hold your arms out, and Steve practically falls into you. He buries his face in your neck. He can feel the warmth of your skin, the cotton of your sleep shirt. You smell like soap, that fancy conditioner you use.
One of your hands finds the base of his neck, nails scratching gently over his scalp, thumb dragging over the top of his spine. Your other rubs soothingly up and down his back.
“But the thing is, Stevie, you don’t have to.”
He’s not a loud crier. But he is sort of panicky, breaths coming quick and short, chest heaving against your own. “I know you’ve always had to do a lot by yourself, but you can ask for help, and you don’t have to punish yourself for it, either.”
You feel him nod against your collarbone. His hands are fisting the back of your shirt. Eventually, he pulls away, but keeps his eyes closed. He tries to keep his head turned from your gaze.
“Hey. Look at me.”
He does, albeit reluctantly. Steve’s cheeks are flushed, lashes clumped together and lips parted where he tries to suck in a good deep breath.
You reach up, fingers gently sweeping away the remainder of the tears on his face. He leans into your touch, and you let him. You lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his forehead. You’ve never done that before.
Steve recognizes that you’ve never done it before, even if it’s sort of fuzzy. Sure, he’s kissed the back of your hand and you’ve reciprocated, but he’s usually the one to initiate physical affection. You’re too shy most often, even if you ache to do it.
Fuck, he wishes he were a little more coherent right now.
“Can you stand for me? It’s late, and I think you need to rest.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sure.” Now that he’s thinking about it, getting in bed sounds so nice.
You stand first, and watch as Steve pushes off the floor, gripping the countertop on the way up to steady himself.
“Come on. The stairs are gonna be a pain.”
He reaches out for you, and you let him take your arm. He pads out to the staircase, and you watch each precarious step he takes, hoping he won’t get too woozy and trip.
By the time he finally makes it up there, he’s wrapped both arms around your waist and buried his face between your shoulder blades. You soften beneath his hold.
You walk slowly towards his bedroom, and he waddles behind you. You push the door open. “M’kay, Steve. Wanna change clothes and hop into bed?”
He pulls off of you and grabs hold of his dresser. “I’m not givin’ you a free show.”
You snort. “I’ll go get some more water and be right back.”
His grin fades. “Please be fast.” He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want you to leave him.
“Steve, I’m practically The Flash.”
He laughs, pulling a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out of the drawer. Usually he’d sleep in less, but with you here he feels he should keep his modesty.
When you return, he takes the water from you, drinking it faster than he probably should. Steve feels like he’s had the shit beat out of him, and for once—he hasn’t.
You’d sat down on the edge of the bed, not noticing the way he’s staring at you. You look up when he sets the glass down. He drags both hands down his face.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
He exhales. “I want you to stay here with me, but I don’t want you to get sick. The idea of you being on the couch, which is like, miles away, is driving me insane.”
“Steve?”
“Huh?”
“Can’t I just sleep on the futon?”
His eyes move towards the other side of his room where said piece of furniture is pressed against the wall. He’d bought it when group sleepovers became a thing after all they’d dealt with. Jesus, his brain really isn’t working.
“Oh. Yeah, honey. Just don’t want you to go far.”
You lean forward and push his hair back from his forehead. You’ll need to remember to take his temperature come morning.
“I’m not going anywhere, Steve. I promise. Not until you’re all better.”
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When Steve wakes up, you’re not there. He starts to panic, thinking maybe he’d been too much, maybe he’d shown you a side of himself he shouldn’t have, that maybe you left.
But you return to his room just as he’s about to start looking for you. There’s a thermometer in your hand.
“Morning, sleepy boy. Are you coherent enough for me to check your temperature? Or no?”
He yanks the covers off of himself, and his shirt has ridden up. You catch a sliver of tummy before he sits up fully, and you miss it the second it’s gone.
“Hit me, I can take it.”
You roll your eyes but stick the thermometer under his tongue when he opens his mouth. When you pull it away, you’re happy to see he hasn’t got a fever. He was warm last night when you kissed his forehead, but you’re thinking it was from stress or just overheating.
“No fever. What’s buggin’ you today, Stevie?”
He flops onto his back, and his shirt rides up again. You mentally slap yourself for being so enamored by it. All your brain can compute is tummy. Steve’s tummy. “My head still, and my stomach. I feel like I haven’t slept in four years.”
His words snap you out of your reverie. “Four years? That’s incredible. When’s the last time you ate something?”
Steve stares at you for a moment, though it looks as if there isn’t a single thought behind his eyes. “Yesterday…morning. I think. Yeah, I had a banana.”
You stare back, rather appalled at his statement. “Steve.”
“Hm?”
“All you’ve had to eat in the past twenty four hours is a banana?”
“Yep.”
“Jesus christ. Get your ass up and come with me.”
Steve doesn’t move. Rather he watches you move, right out the door and towards the top of the stairs. You pause and turn around, crossing your arms.
He huffs. And then he slides down the side of the bed like a child before crawling up and following you to the kitchen.
Over the course of the next few hours, you manage to get Steve to eat, shower, and go for a short walk, weather permitting and all. He’s looking astronomically better than he did last night.
Steve sits opposite you on the couch, his socked feet in your lap. “What do you think my deal is?”
You rub your hand over his calf. “I think you just had a little bug. Or maybe you let yourself get too stressed out and your body couldn’t take it.”
He blinks. “Is that…that's not a thing? Is it?”
“When’s the last time you gave yourself a fuckin’ break, Steve? When you just took a day for yourself rather than worrying about who needs to go where, or if you’ll have to cover a shift? You have to take care of yourself, or this is the kind of shit that happens.”
“Being overwhelmed about your parents, not eating, worrying about that application, all of that is fucking with you. That headache was probably a stress headache. They’re killer. I want you to be healthy and comfortable, Steve.”
You exhale, and close your eyes. When you open them, Steve has sat up, scooting towards you on your end of the couch.
He might still be tired, but he can’t believe this. He can’t believe you. No one has ever worried for him in this way.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask.
He barely even registers your words, too busy memorizing every line on your face. You look so fucking beautiful. It almost makes him angry.
“I’m thinkin’ about how bad I want to kiss you.”
Your face starts to burn. You shove his shoulder. He looks at the place where you’d pushed, quirking a brow, but grinning nonetheless.
“What?”
“Steve, you can’t say shit like that.”
“How come?”
“Because we’re friends.”
“Best friends.”
“Well yeah, but best friends don’t say that to one another.”
His grin widens. He looks more awake than he has this entire time.
“Oh, but you haven’t said it.”
You blink. “Huh?”
Steve gets his voice up that little bit higher, doing a cheap imitation of you. “‘Best friends don’t say that to one another.’ Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that implies you want a kiss too, doesn’t it?”
You drag your hands down your face and flop back against the arm of the couch.
“So you gonna say it, or what?” He’s shifted, and you can feel him hovering over you, but you refuse to move your hands.
“Of course I’m thinking about kissing you, Steve.” You suck in a breath and open your eyes, locking with his own. “But you’ve got cooties.”
Steve rolls his eyes before he backs up and yanks on your ankle so that you’re flat against the couch.
“You did not just lecture me about self-care just to tell me I have cooties. I didn’t even have a fever.”
“I didn’t even have a fever,” you mock, lowering your voice in what is quite possibly the worst impression of him you could do.
He’s quick about it. Almost stealthy, not that you’d ever boost his ego by telling him so. But his fingers are reaching for your sides, the tips dancing over your shirt, that tiny sliver of hip showing where it’s ridden up.
Steve is practically drunk off of your laugh. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, and when he goes for your neck, when you tilt your head and trap his fingers between your cheek and shoulder, he thinks he could die.
You and your laugh. The fact that you drove over at one in the fucking morning, without even thinking about it, just because you care. That you stayed the night, listened to his pitiful thoughts, took care of him…it’s too much.
Never in his life did he think he’d find someone like you. Someone who makes him feel like he matters. You’d made him realize how smart he is, how capable. That he could do things for himself and not just to please his dickhead father.
You have made him whole.
He lets up when you start breathing extra heavily, only to tickle the underside of your foot before he quits, just to piss you off. You kick him in the side.
“I think a kiss from my very favorite person might be the best form of self-care there is, honey.”
You sit up. “Wow. King Steve really never died.” He raises his hands like he might tickle you again, but you catch them before he can do any damage. “Okay, sorry!”
Before he can register it, you’ve leaned in and pressed your lips to his. When he does realize, he lets out a surprised hum, and you can feel that smartass smirk forming on his face.
When you pull away, he whines.
“All better?”
Steve falls back against the couch, pulling you with him just to get that laugh out of you again.
“I’m healed.”
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When will it happen? timing reading 🕰️
Hi everyone, I know I said I would upload a love reading next (it’s coming) but I felt really called to do a timing related reading, since I think I’m getting the hang of learning to interpret timing in tarot. This is a general reading, so only take what resonates. Some readings could be shorter or longer than others because this is very based on what just comes out to you. Make sure you ask a question related to the timing of something. Let’s get to it, pick a vintage item below for your reading.
Pile 1
So, in terms of the timing of your question, I feel like there are two different types of people in this pile. If you are asking about love or anything to do with a specific person, I feel like this thing you are asking about is going to happen between seasons changing. So I think this could be (at least from my northern hemisphere perspective) between the end of summer to the start of fall, so between 2-6 months. If you were asking a question about conflict, personal growth, or anything unrelated to what goes into the category of the first type of people, I see this thing happening when you have come to a certain realization of breakthrough. I see this happening a bit slower, probably 4-8 months. Because there is this energy of being very stuck for awhile, but eventually prevailing over time from catching a new perspective. This is your reading pile 1, I hope you got some clarity.
Pile 2
Ok, so in regards to your question, you could either be asking about an event that you may not be particularly looking forward to, or there is just an emotionally charged question. I do see this event you are asking about happening quickly regarding the context. I think if you are asking about something that takes typically longer, this could be about 5 weeks from now. If you are asking about something quite quick, I’m getting five days from now. I think your question may have to do with a certain situation of conflict for most of you, or something related to this has been bringing you a lot of genuine stress, anger, and/or anxiety. A message I’m getting is to not get too in your head about this, and remember you control your own destiny. YOU are taking the lead here. That’s all Pile 2, I hope this brought you clarity.
Pile 3
You got all major arcana cards, so pretty strong energy. You may be asking about something or big or something you are very passionate about. So, I think the answer to your question is that the timing of this really depends on your actions right now, they could slow down or speed up the timing of this. This question involves a lot of divine timing. I know it might be annoying to hear, but the pace of this really depends on you. If you continue with positive actions towards this event, I do not see this happening any later than 5 months from now. But again, there is this emphasis that this is really dependent on the work you are putting in so to speak. That’s it Pile 3, I hope this brought you some clarity.
Pile 4
I think based on the cards I pulled, this may be a bit of a longer timeframe from when you expect this event to happen. I do think whatever this is, there is definitely a positive outcome to this, if you are asking about something you want to happen, don’t worry, it will eventually happen but it’s going to take time. It is not found to happen overnight. This could be dependent on another person or other people, which is why this is taking so long. I feel like this may happen within a year, at the earliest I feel like this could be is 6 months from now. There’s an emphasis on waiting for the right opportunity and having patience. This is all pile 4, I hope this brought you clarity.
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Pacts - Mammon x MC
part two of ?
haven’t read part one? start here!
done? finish the story here!
Tags: angst w/ eventual comfort, very small mention of blood/endangerment
author’s note + tag list at the end ❤️
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“And so you see, that’s why it is vitally important that when practicing seductive speechcraft, you annunciate your words very clearly, and -
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Mammon stopped listening to this lecture awhile ago. In fact, he wasn’t even listening to begin with, how could he? His mind was too focused on you - mainly the fact that no matter how hard he looked around the House of Lamentation, he couldn’t find you, no hide nor hair. After you ran off, he walked towards the house, decidely not running after you. Setting off at a slow pace, he figured he’d give you some distance, some time to cool off. Upon his arrival, he knew he’d be the last demon in this place you’d want to speak to, but nevertheless, you’re his responsibility.
“Oi! Mc! Open up! C‘mon we can’t be late, Lucifer will light both our asses up,” he chides, knocking at your door three times. He waits a bit, only to be met with silence. “MC, I know yer in there, c’mon!”, he raises his voice, annoyance rising with each word. Still, nothing. He sighs, swallowing his pride. He knows what he has to do-
“Listen, if this is ‘bout what I said earlier I…I didn’t mean..i mean..its just…h-how childish can ya be, huh? Not answerin’s gunna get us both in trouble! Now come out!”
-but try as he might, he can’t do it. Why apologize? To the human of all people? The one who had the audacity to do something that caused his pact mark to show up there. Musta done it to make me look stupid to the others, he thinks to himself. Their idea of a joke.
Tired of talking to himself, he reaches a hand towards the doorknob and twists, surprised to find it unlocked. The second born walks into the center of the room, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If yer hidin’, ya can come out now. I’m gettin’ real tired of this game!”
After a minute of no response, Mammon thinks he may really be alone in the house’s guest room. He bends down to peer under your bed, finding it just as empty as the rest of your room. He tried the wardrobe with similar results.
He peeks into your closet, only to find various outfits you had picked up when Lucifer made him take you to Majolish in your first days here. He spots a jacket hanging in the corner.
That stupid jacket. The one you looked great in but weren’t convinced yourself. The one you timidly asked for his opinion on. The one that brought out the color in your eyes and made you smile to yourself in the mirror and kind of matched his own. The one he told you looked as bland as the rest of the stuff in your arms and that you were taking up to much of his time with just by asking a question. He remembers the hurt on your face, it was the same face you made to him this morning. He stares at it a beat too long before making to leave the room. He begins to feel an unpleasant anxiety in his stomach, and he can only assume it’s thanks to your disappearance. ‘M used to them bein’ around is all. Gotta find em before Lucifer freaks.
Now if you had a human from another realm wearing a royal demon academy uniform possibly harboring negative feelings towards their great, all powerful and totally breathtaking bodyguard, where would you put them? Mammon continues to repeat this question in his mind as he searches through the HOL’s most trafficked hangouts. Unfortunately for him, there was no sight of you in the kitchen, the foyer, the library, the common area, any of the bathrooms, the conservatory, or anywhere for that matter.
Annoyed, he takes out his D.D.D. and clicks on your most recent text thread with him.
Mammon: This is stupid! Where ya at!
Mammon: You said you were commin’ back to HOL, so why ain’t ya here?
Hearing the unmistakable ding of your D.D.D notification sound, he whips around to see where the sound came from, before realizing the source of the noise sat abandoned in the backpack around his shoulders. Tch.
Wish this dumb pact worked both ways, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. Why’d they have to be so difficult…
Why’d I have to go n’ open my stupid mouth.
With no way to contact you and no idea where you could be, Mammon storms off back to R.A.D. If Lucifer was gonna kill him for losing his new brat, he wasn’t gonna give him another reason to revive and kill him again by not showing up to school.
Which brings him to now, nervously shaking his leg while hiding his phone under the table, just in case one of his brothers texts him about you, or says anything about you. It begins to hit him, as he hears his professor drone on, that you’re human. A stupidly soft, extremely fragile, totally marked as food by demons other than the council, human.
What if while you were running back towards HOL, you got lost? What if while you were running back towards HOL, someone took you? What if while you were running away from him because everything he wants to say comes out wrong, someone hurt you.
He can’t take it anymore. He abruptly stands, practically running out of the classroom. “Young man, where do you think you’re going?”, the professor calls out to him, but Mammon chooses to ignore them, slamming the classroom door behind him. He needs to find you, and fast. He needs to know that you’re okay. He needs to protect you, because Lucifer told him to. He needs to protect you, because he wants to protect you.
Pacing in the hallway, he knows what he has to do, but doesn’t know if he has the strength to do it. “Dammit!”, he mutters as he clicks on the chat on his phone that contains all his siblings minus Lucifer.
Mammon: Have any of ya seen the human?
Levi: Us? Weren’t you supposed to be watching them?
Asmo: Oh dear! Don’t tell me you ran them off already!
Satan: How did you manage to lose a whole creature, let alone one that can talk and communicate exactly alike us?
Levi: Lol
Beel: I haven’t seen them. I’ll let you know if I do.
Mammon: Thanks, Beel. At least one of ya are helpful.
Asmo: That’s sad! I was soooo hoping I’d get a turn to play with them <3
Mammon: Can it, Asmodeus!
Satan: Pulling out the full names? You must really be upset.
Levi: Can’t you just text them?
Mammon: I can’t. They...forgot their phone in their room like some idiot.
Satan: My my, stealing from the exchange student already, are we?
Mammon: I didn’t steal nothin’ from ‘em. They just don’t have their phone on them, okay!?
Levi: Have you checked purgatory hall?
Purgatory hall…
Purgatory hall!
How could he be so stupid! Of course! Where else would a human run to when demons have hurt them? To the angels!
He moves faster than he has in a long time, not since the fall, until he finds himself in front of the door to the angel’s and shady sorcerer’s shared dorm room.
A raises a fist to knock but before he can, the door creeks open to reveal a smiling Simeon. Damn angel intuition. Though he beams brightly, the smile does not reach his eyes. He looks a bit sad, and maybe even…disappointed? “Mammon. We’ve been expecting you.”, Simeon courteously bows his head.
“Yea yea hey to you too ‘n all that. Listen, is the human here?”, Mammon questions while nervously drumming his fingers against his thigh. Simeon’s expression softens at the mention of you. “Why yes, they are, but they have been in brighter moods before. Would you care to come in and speak with them?”
Mammon peers around Simeon’s form in the door frame to see you sitting on one of the common room’s couches next to Luke. The chihuahua pours you some more tea from a pot on the table as you wipe at your eyes. The puffy redness under them tells him all he needs to know. He’d made you cry.
In that moment, his mind screams at him. He was awful. He was a scumbag. He was every horrible thing his brothers and those money hungry witches called him combined and-
“Mammon?”, your small voice rings out. Simeon steps aside and gestures for him to enter the room. It takes his mind a minute to catch up to his movements, but after a brief stutter he enters, walking towards your hunched over frame.
Simeon is quick to follow him, calling out to Luke, “Why don’t we go see Barbatos? If he’s not busy, we can see about learning that new recipe you’ve been looking forward to?”
“Yeah!”, Luke excitedly cheers, face falling when he turns back to you, “But-but MC is so sad! We can’t just leave them like this! I swear when I find out who made them cry, I’m gonna give them the what for!”
You give a small chuckle at the little angel’s antics. It’s the same smile that makes Mammon’s stomach fill with butterflies. Gah!- He hates that feeling. He doesn’t know what to do about it. How to make it go away.
“I’m fine Luke, I swear. I just had a rough morning is all. Go with Simeon, I’ve got to get back to class anyway.”
Luke looks to you, then to Mammon, before landing on Simeon. “What’s he doing here?”
“Could ask ya the same thing, Chihuahua!”, Mammon laughs before ruffling Luke’s hat into his hair, much at the angel’s dismay.
“I am NOT a CHIHUAHUA!”, he yells, increasingly becoming more red in the face. Simeon brings a hand to his mouth to hold back a laugh.
“Come along Luke, let’s give them some space. Solomon’s out, so please lock the door behind you when you leave,” Simeon gracefully states while taking Luke’s hand, guiding him out of the room. Before he leaves, he turns and winks at Mammon in a not so secretively way, as you catch it too. The action makes Mammon growl, but pulls another giggle out of you. The sound makes the butterflies stronger.
Mammon awkwardly stands in front of you, almost willing you to speak, like he was the one owed an apology. He shuffles his weight side to side, from one foot to the other before cramming his hands into his pockets. You shyly look away from him, but still reach a hand out to pat the cushion next to you, motioning for him to sit down. Stupid human, still nice to me when ya supposed to be mad. Despite his thoughts, he takes your offer, tense as he carefully sits next to you like a statue.
You both sit in silence for awhile, basking in each other’s presences. He wants to say something, anything to break the suffocating atmosphere you’ve both created here, but he can’t find the words. How can he when every time he looks at you his mind goes blank and his heart yearns to spill.
“Listen, I-” “You know-”
“You go first, Mammon”, you yield, allowing the second born to continue.
“Runnin’ off like that in the middle of the Devildom is dangerous! It’s crazy for a lower level demon, let alone some ballsy human. What would I woulda done if all I found of ya was a pile of bones? A trail of yer blood? Huh?” I thought I lost you.
“I-I can handle myself just fin-”
“Clearly. Is that why you went and made a pact with a demon? One of hell’s lords? Cause ya can handle everything by yerself? Cause ya so big and strong by yerself?” I’m supposed to protect you.
“T-that’s not fair, Levi coerced me-”
“And then ya ran to the angels when you were upset? Whadda they have that we don’t? What can they do that we can’t?” What can they do for you that I can’t.
“You said our pact mark was a blemish-”
“It is! Who the hell would want the symbol of some good for nuthin’, money grubbin’ scumbag like me on their heart! It should be Lucifer’s, o-or Beel’s, or…someone else. Anyone else.” I’m not worthy of you.
“Mammon,” your voice shakes, but remains sickly sweet. You place a hand over top his. His face shoots up to meet your gaze. The butterflies are swarming like crazy.
“If you hate our pact that much, if you hate where the sigil formed that much, let’s ask Lord Diavolo how to break it-”
“NO!”, Mammon shoots up to his feet, running a hand through his hair to calm his nerves. He can hear a similar waver in his own voice. “No, no that’s not what I meant. Tch! Why doesn’t it ever come out right! I swear when it comes ta you i just-”, Mammon sighs, trying to calm himself down. His face is beet red, he just knows it and father, do you have to look at him like that? With a face full of kindness and concern and love for him, the expression that you only give him and none of his brothers and none of the angels and none of the royals and no one else but him.
“MC, do ya know what it means when a pact mark forms there?”
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Author’s Note: Gaaaah!!! Thank you all so much for your response on this series! It’s been kinda insane! I’m really thankful for all your notes and I’ve read every tag that was left for me. You’re all so sweet! This should have at the very least one more part, so please let me know if you want to be a part of the tag list for part 3!
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Simon “Ghost” Riley headcannons.
There’s so much more then this in my head but I haven’t written my own work in a long time, this is just the version of simon “ghost” Riley who lives in my head rent free! Any support/feedback is appreciated.
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• he can cook some basic meals, but nothing overly complicated. And he always makes sure his partner eats first.
• he shows his love through actions not words. He covers the corners of tables so you don’t hit your head if you bend down to pick something up. If your also military he will make sure all your gear and guns are kept in the best condition they can be and he’s doing regular checks. He makes sure you’ve drank enough and are taking care of yourself properly. Just all the little things.
• As lovely the fantasy is in head cannons and fics are where he’s written as a hard dom/sadist type I honestly just don’t see it.
• I do think that he’s a dom though, I don’t see him liking to give up control especially when your first starting to get used to eachother, it’s too much trust for Simon to give you until he knows for sure he can trust you - (doesn’t mean he very occasionally might let you have some control - which gradually increases over the night once your both comfortable around intimacy with eachother.)
• I think that sex is very intimate and soft with him, very sensual and comforting for both you and him. At most I see him loosely holding your neck but not enough that you’re not able to breathe. (I also think he likes feeling your pulse under his hand) or occasionally letting his hand rest slightly firmer than usual on your soft skin at your hip or waist just enough to feel you.
• He’s checking in regularly, making sure his perfect darlin is loving it as much as he is.
• PRAISE AND DEGRATION.
• He needs a safe word, for both of you. He’s so much more than his trauma but he also understand the effects it’s had on him, even if he doesn’t show it. Having a safe word in place for both of you just eases his mind a little. He would hate it if his perfect little angel felt too uncomfortable to say the safeword so he always makes it a point to watch your reactions carefully, and he’s very good at catching even the slightly discomfort or pain and will change or adjust accordingly to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
• I can see him being into sensory play, blindfolding especially. Anything that hightens the experience and pleasure.
• Even though I don’t think his communication is the best (especially early on in the relationship) he’s always checking in on your when you’re having sex or doing anything or that nature. Reminding you in more then ok to use the safe word regardless of the kind of play your doing.
• “Atta gir, just like that.” “Need me to slow down, sweetheart?” “Fuckin hell, good girl.” “Takin me so well, bloody hell darlin.”
• I can see him being a degrader though, big time. Not overly mean but he takes a certain type of pleasure from calling you names and embarrassing you. Although he will always know (and respect!) your limits and will never say things he knows you don’t like or that won’t bring you both to pleasure. And he does make you beg.
• “Such a little slut, so wet already?” “We’ve barely fuckin started princess. So needy for me, no one else able to please you the way I can?” “You want my cock? Beg me for it.”
• I’m not 100% sold on this but I can sorta see him doing primal play/ and or cnc, but this would not be rushed and I can only see it happening if it’s something that his partner has been really interested in for awhile, I don’t see it as something he himself is massively fond of or something he will do for his own benefit specifically, it wouldn’t be rushed or done without all safety precautions taken and not until you both are fully trusting and understanding of eachother completely.
• and my god he loves giving head. And he’s bloody amazing at it too.
• scary dog privileges. Big time. He’s always either next to you or right behind you.
• he really doesn’t strike me as the possessive type - protective, yes. But not possessive. You always know your safe with him and he will never let you feel uncomfortable.
• literal embodiment of “wear what you want. I can fight.”
• I think he definitely has a size kink, and if you play into it it makes him feral.
• he loves if his partner has a voice kink and he will happily talk you through anything you need.
• will fuck you with the mask on if you ask, he will chuckle to himself when you bring it up the first time though.
• the glare he gives others if they look at his perfect little darlin for too long is so harsh they end up leaving you alone very quickly.
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Mc as an airhead in hades
What if ra-on was a total himbo, someone very carefree and slow?
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He’d find them irritating.
Levi wouldnt know how to handle them, none of ra-on’s reactions were within his calculations. First he hung them, secondly he glared at them all hostile, then he hung them again. And ra-on’s reaction? “Where did those ropes come from?!” That was all they had to say. Levi did try to tell it to them, saying, “I just hung you, you were dying weren’t you?” To which our little clueless mc would say, “I was dying? When??”
At first it made him furious, what do you mean you didn’t understand? Who wouldn’t understand? He was sure they are acting, but after awhile he’d realise they really are that… can you say stupid?
Then it made him confused and annoyed, cuz you were unpredictable. Normally anyone would get mad when their lives are suddenly threatened, or the devils might feel exited, yet you were none of it. Not to mention the dumb questions ra-on asked him, like, “are you really the most beautiful devil? How are you so sure?” He’d take it as an insult, if he didn’t know you by now. You really were only asking, even so he still took it as a hit to his ego and would hang you again.
Or asking other dumb things like, “why aren’t you smiling?” “Why don’t you trust other devils? I thought you guys don’t lie?” “What do you mean you aren’t a devil? Why else would you have those horns?”
Even he’d get overwhelmed with the amount of questions you have, he might hang you again to silence you, or actually answer them one after another. “There is no need for me to smile.” “I’m not like the other devils, I know how to doubt and be suspicious.” “Just because I have horns doesn’t mean I am a full blooded devil.”
“But you are living in hell, as a devil, right? Then it doesn’t matter what blood you have!”
He doesn’t have any words to counter that. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all, you and your simple way of thinking.
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Chapter 4: Neon Cowgirl
From: Bigger Houses Series
Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader
Summary: Miscommunications often lend themselves to worries, but almost everything can be fixed with the right tools and the right person.
Word Count: 2,911
Content/Warnings: Miscommunication, heavy drinking, crying, vulnerability, Ari in relaxed non-work clothes (this is very much a warning), kissing
Author’s Note: Wow, just wow. That’s all I have to say, and I hope you agree. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!
Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Below is the song which served as inspiration of this part. I think it’s my favorite incorporation of the lyrics thus far.
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You had been anticipating the date with Ari all week. In your rush to leave, you didn’t even know what time to meet him. You had no idea of his shift schedule or what the true plan was, and it was putting you on edge.
Were you going to get dinner, or was it just drinks? Was there a different bar in town? You looked it up and found a bar two blocks away from that coffee shop, but was there another one? Did he say two blocks and actually mean four blocks? Could he count? Could you count?
What was the right time to go? Not everyone ate dinner at 5pm like you, what would a normal person think? Six, seven? Ugh, you couldn’t even fathom eating dinner at seven. Might as well go to bed at that time, honestly.
Living alone was great, you loved having your own schedules and routines, so branching off outside of it was difficult. You started to get annoyed, and honestly, hangry. You made the final decision that you would eat dinner, then head down to the bar and get a drink and wait. He had to show up sometime, right?
You walked into the bar to hear the jukebox playing a slow country song. Neon lights and old pictures lined the walls, evidence of a well-worn and well-loved establishment. You couldn’t see Ari anywhere, so you walked toward the back and claimed a seat in the far corner of the bar.
The bartender made his way over to you, wiping his hands on a towel he threw over his shoulder. “Hey can I get you started with anything?”
“Well, I’m here to meet someone, so probably whatever’s best to not be absolutely plastered before he’s even here.”
He laughed and nodded, placing a coaster in front of you. “I gotcha, I think I have just the thing.”
You smiled gratefully as he turned away to get started.
He returned and slid the drink over to you and you took a sip. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”
“No problem. So you said you’re meeting someone? I might know them, so I can keep a look out for when they show up.” His hands rested against the bar as he leaned forward to engage in conversation.
“Um, his name’s Ari? We got coffee earlier this week, but kinda forgot to say exactly what time we’d be meeting tonight.”
The bartender laughed and nodded his head. “Ah, yes. I’m familiar. He’s a regular around here. I’m Sammy by the way, you new to town?”
He reached out his hand and you shook it in return, introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. Yeah, I just moved in up in the mountains. I love it so far.”
He smiled back at you. “Oh, that’s great. Real beautiful views I bet, huh?”
You grinned down into your drink. “The best. Very beautiful, and very much all mine.”
“Well, I know the guy meeting you here shares in that that opinion. The mountains are his favorite place to be.” He pushed off the counter as another customer took a seat. He slid them a coaster and took their drink order, looking back at you as he made it.
“So Ari’s in here a lot? Should I be worried?” You laughed with a hint of uncertainty.
He sighed, looking down at his feet, before he raised his head and his gaze came back up to yours with a small smile on his face. “No. Not at all. I just know he went through a rough time awhile back, but he’s a lot better now.”
You nodded, taking in anything anyone could give you about this man. “And you’re the only woman he’s asked to meet here, or at all since then, as far as I’m concerned.” He tilted his head and looked at you knowingly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
You smiled and ran your finger around the rim of the glass. “Good to know. Thank you, Sammy.”
He gave you a curt nod, walking to check on his other customers while you leaned back in your barstool.
Come to think of it, Ari was the first one you had really put this time into since everything, too. There was just something about him and the way he made you feel appreciated and seen. There was something worth getting to know there.
Sure, you were nervous, who wouldn’t be? But you didn’t find yourself tripping over words, or trying to filter your thoughts like you usually felt you’d need to for a guy. Ari felt like the embodiment of comfort. But that’s what scared you. Because you’d been waiting here nearly an hour now. And for someone where everything meshed so perfectly, you so badly wanted it to continue. For it to be guaranteed and real. Genuine from the start. If Ari didn’t show up tonight, it would crush you, and honestly, any hope you had for men. That would be the sign to officially become a recluse, or maybe even a nun, who knows?
You were staring down at your empty drink, your eyes zoned out as these thoughts ran through your mind. Sammy grabbed your glass and replaced it with a fresh one, snapping you out of your trance. “This one’s on the house. I know Ari’s got some pretty weird shifts, so I can’t tell you what time he’ll come in, but this is one thing I can do.”
You smiled up at him, doing your best trying to make sure the sadness didn’t show through, as he grabbed a bowl of popcorn from a little further down the bar. He set down the wooden bowl before you. “You let me know if you want anything other than this.” He leaned against the bar on an elbow.
You gave him a thumbs up as you took a heavy gulp of your drink, half of it already gone. “Popcorn should be good for now, but I’m definitely gonna need another one of these.” You gasped, pointing to the drink.
Sammy nodded and got to work while throwing back over his shoulder, “I’m sure he’ll be here soon. He wouldn’t mess up something like this. He might just need a little patience.” Of course, he meant this in more ways than one.
You promised yourself that as soon as you finished your third drink, you would be gone. When you made a move to take the first sip of the fourth, you watched the door open, assuming it was just like any other time tonight, a random patron coming through.
You were wrong though, across from you stood Ari, frantically looking around and breathing heavily. Sammy caught his eye first, pointing back to you with a thumb over his shoulder. Both of their heads turned towards you, Sammy’s wearing a grin that said ‘I told you so.’
Ari’s face held a more complex range of emotion. Relief that you hadn’t left yet, remorse for not giving you more details and evidently making you wait for so long. He took long strides toward you in the bar, and that’s when you noticed he was still in his ranger uniform, carrying a duffel bag.
“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late. I know we didn’t specify a time, but this is way after I intended to get here. I had to deal with a call.”
You stood as he reached to give you a hug and you returned it. That was the first time the two of you had hugged each other, and it was so warm and all-consuming that you never wanted it to end. You could feel the way his whole body wrapped around you and firmly squeezed, almost like the best weighted blanket.
Ari released you, letting his hands trace down your arms until you were linked only at your fingertips. “It’s no problem. Is everything okay?”
Ari nodded. “Yeah, all is good now. It was just a kid who got separated from his parents on the trail. Are you okay?”
He dipped his head down in an attempt to catch your gaze which had found its way to the floor and stuck there. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
He tried again to break through, eyes still searching for yours while his callused thumbs rubbed over your knuckles. “Are you sure? Because you were kinda drinking alone, all by yourself in this corner. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I could almost see how blue you were just from your eyes alone.”
You finally gained the courage to look up at him, tears coating your lashes, making his gorgeous face too blurry to appreciate. “Yeah.” You squeaked out. “You’re not wrong. I almost thought you weren’t gonna come.”
Ari moved one of his hands to your cheek, wiping the single tear that was falling down. “I’d never do that to you, I’d never stand you up on purpose, I swear.”
You nodded, bringing up your hand and placing it over his. “I believe you. Now what’s up with the bag? Spare clothes?” You let out a small laugh and a sniffle.
Ari laughed and nodded. “Yeah, spare clothes. I rushed right here, couldn’t keep you waiting longer or risk missing you all together by stopping home first. I’m gonna go change really quick. I’ll be right back.”
You nodded and he kissed your knuckles, gaze lingering on your eyes, walking backwards until he had to turn around to make sure he didn’t bump into anything. You watched him glide past tables and into the back hallway towards the bathroom, sure to enjoy the view those shorts provided. Sammy came over to you and set down a coaster, along with a beer that must’ve been Ari’s usual. “I told you he’d make it.” You gave him a lopsided grin, to which he returned a wink.
Ari in his ranger uniform was jaw-dropping, but Ari in regular street clothes was deadly. Once he had come back to you from the bathroom, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, his hair tucked under a ball cap.
He slid into the stool next to you and ordered some snacks from Sammy, offering to share, which was good, since you were way ahead of him alcohol-wise.
“I hope you don’t mind, it’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten since before noon. You’re welcome to have some, unless you want something of your own. Have you eaten yet?”
The corners of your lips turned up slightly at his concern. “Yeah, I ate before I came, Sammy told me you can have some weird shifts and I expected as much. But, I will definitely be stealing a few fries.”
He grinned down to you. “I wouldn’t expect any less.”
He sat there and continued to look into your eyes as your smile naturally faded before he spoke up again. “I really am sorry for being late. I should’ve given you a time, or asked to exchange numbers earlier into getting coffee when I knew I’d want to see you again.”
Your brain got caught up on what he said. He knew he wanted to see you again earlier in the coffee date? Not just because you had to leave so abruptly?
The truth was, Ari knew he had wanted to see you again way before then, even. But how do you ask a girl out when she just almost hit you with her car and it was entirely your fault? Well, he guessed he had figured it out the second time, at least.
He could see the blush start to form on your cheeks. “So could I get your number now so we don’t have to deal with that worry again?”
You simply nodded, reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone which had been happily tucked away since Ari arrived, as he did the same. There was no need for them when you were together, they were just a means to keep contact when you were apart.
After exchanging phones back, Sammy arrived with the food, and you talked with Ari for what felt like forever, but also the blink of an eye. Time passed quickly, yet stood still.
Then, you noticed a shift in his demeanor as the song on the jukebox switched to a new one.
“What? What was that, what’s going on right now?” You asked softly, gesturing to his face, as Ari looked down into his glass, running his fingers around the sides, collecting the condensation.
“It’s nothing, just been awhile since I’ve heard this song is all.” You gave a sympathetic nod.
“Does this have to do with a ‘hard time’ you were facing some months ago? Sammy told me something happened. You don’t have to go into any detail, but trust me, I can assure you that I get it.”
Ari looked up at you through his eyelashes. There was a new vulnerability in his features. It softened them, saddened them, and it killed you to see. He was so sweet with you when he first showed up, he deserved the same treatment in kind.
You shifted and hopped off your stool, holding out your hand for the man who now appeared even taller as he still sat in the chair. “Come on, ya bear. Dance with me. Make some new memories.”
He grabbed your hand and returned a smize, following you to the small section of open floor to the side of the bar. He pulled you close with a twirl, your face showing surprise at the smooth move which juxtaposed his mood just moments ago.
The two of you swayed to the music, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Your hands crept from his waist, up his abs and chest, before they snaked around his neck. Sure, you were copping a feel discreetly, you appreciated the hardness that lied under his shirt, which hid nothing, but that wasn’t what this was about. This was about the two of you, sharing a moment together. One that was well-deserved on both ends. One that should never be shared with another.
It was like you could see the clouds breaking apart in his eyes. A storm which once raged on, thunder rolling, was getting blown away, replaced with light, a new twinkle.
You moved your hands to the sides of his face, the scruff of his beard rough against your palms as you whispered to him. “Rain stops falling. Hearts unbreak.”
You didn’t need to know his past, not unless he wanted to share with you, but what you could appreciate was being here with him now. And the fact that he was letting you in, letting you see his eyes and smile that could light up a room. What fool could ever hurt this man, tell him goodbye?
Ari was thinking the same in the shared moment. You were made to be taken dancing under these lights, he hoped you let the things that hurt you before ride away. Darkness couldn’t last forever, and he was finally, truly seeing the light.
His eyes shifted between yours as the song came to an end, and he caught a glimpse as you licked your lips. He leaned down slowly, wanting to be closer to you, just as you raised up on your toes and smashed your lips against his. The feeling was stronger than the drink in your hand before. You felt Ari’s teeth against your lips as he pulled away with a beaming smile, you doing the same, before going and sitting back down, two fresh drinks sitting there, courtesy of Sammy. He had been looking on at the two of you dancing, an approving smile on his face which you both missed.
You sat and talked for hours more until the bar was closing. By that time, you knew you were in no state to drive, so Ari offered to take you home. You gladly accepted, Ubers were scarce up here.
Ari guided you out of the bar and into the chilly mountain air, draping a jacket from his bag over your shoulders that he knew you’d need. He helped you up into the passenger side of his truck and closed the door, jogging around to the other side as you scooted over to the middle of the bench seat.
He got up in the driver’s side, smiling when he saw you had moved closer and started the truck, following your directions to climb higher in elevation. At some point in the drive, he hand crept closer to yours, his pinky reaching out, as you noticed and happily obliged him, interlacing your fingers, pulling his arm towards your chest and kissing the back of his hand.
When he pulled into your driveway finally, Ari looked over to you, your head snuggled up against his shoulder, hands still woven together. You blinked up at him through your sleepy eyelashes, blanketed in a slightly buzzed and lovesick haze. He smiled at the sight before him as he cracked a joke.
“So what do you have this house here, way up on a mountain for? What are you, royalty? You think you’re some sort of queen?”
You laughed in response. “Oh no, a queen? You give me too much credit. I think I’d consider myself more of a duchess.”
He softly smiled back at you. “Okay then, Duchess, let’s get you inside.”
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Bonus A/N: (This is fitting for both my mention of neon signs early in the chapter, as well as the chapter title.) Neon signs have been around for over a century! They work by sending an electrical current through elemental neon gas (housed in a glass tube shaped into lettering and such), which excites electrons. When these electrons ‘relax,’ they emit that extra energy at a wavelength that shows up as reddish orange light. If you see a ‘neon sign’ that glows a different color, it’s not actually the element neon. It could be another gas that emits a different energy/wavelength of light. This could be argon (blue, green, yellow, or white), helium (pink/red), xenon (lavender), krypton (yellow-white), or any combination of these stable noble gases and other elements.
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I assume that engineers are very busy, and so they don’t necessarily have time to make the things they design serviceable. I get it – you’re not building a masterpiece to survive all of eternity, you’re just doing your job. You’re over here, working on the radiator and cooling program, this other guy is doing the radiator support, and the mid-senior-junior-vice-president electromechanical engineer down the hall is up to her neck in work trying to figure out how to mount the horns in a way that doesn’t anger the crash testers.
The chances that the three of you, collectively, slow your productivity shit way down – or worse, have a meeting – to make it easier to reach the electrical connector for that horn so you can remove it without cutting your hands on the fins of the air-conditioning condenser are about negative one billion percent. That would be preposterous – horns don’t break, right? Tell that to the dumpster-dove Spider-Man bandages that I have applied to my right hand because of your shortsighted design decisions.
And your boss isn’t gonna show up and demand repairability become a priority. No, your boss gets paid because people buy cars, and people will stop buying cars if the car lasts forever. Even if they jam an Android tablet in the dash sideways and start making the wheels bigger. Hell, my neighbour is still booting around in a 1994 Camry XLE, and the minute he expresses even the slightest subconscious desire to be rid of it, he will have a lawn full of folks offering top dollar for such an esteemed chariot. Toyota probably would have gone bankrupt back then making shit like this, if they hadn’t had all those trucks to sell to terrorist organizations in distant foreign wars. Those guys are gonna have to buy a new truck every couple of months when their old one gets shot up, so it’s okay to make those super-durable.
All I’m asking for is that you think once in awhile about making a bolt accessible. It’s not hard, just make sure they drill a hole over top of it, so that I can stick a nice long socket in there when the captive nut on the other end breaks off and just spins forever. Even though you might have a good day at work because of taking a shortcut like that, I guarantee you that the massive amounts of bad karma I am heaping upon your name while intermittently sobbing in my garage are not worth it. You’ll get reincarnated as a lighting engineer.
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Happy holiday maybe a short drabble about Ray or Haley from binary star Mc is making ornaments for them.
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✨🌹 Of course dear anon. But how about I do both! 🌹✨
Ray
Ray never spent the holidays with anyone before. He’s always spent them alone. But ever since you and him got together he’s been able to experience what it’s like celebrating with someone. Halloween, thanksgiving, now Christmas. With thanksgiving over, now comes Christmas. One day he when coming back from work he noticed that everything was quiet. He was a bit fearful that something might have happened to you or worse. Until he saw you hyper focused on something. “Star?” You jumped a bit. You really need to learn when to keep your guard up. Especially since double was still on the lose. “Oh it’s only you you scared me there. How was work?” Ray shrugged and walked over. “The usual, just doing the NAHA’s dirty work and being the ‘hero’ everyone so loves.” He then noticed the two see through ornaments you had. One already looked halfway finished, meanwhile the other wasn’t. “What have you been up to?” You smiled and showed what you’ve done so far. “I’ve had this idea for awhile, and I’ve done this with my family before so it’s no problem. Im making an ornament for the soon to be Christmas tree to be put up.” You give him a playful shove. Causing him to chuckle a bit. “I see. But you haven’t gotten started on the other one yet. I believe you still got a long ways to go.” That’s when he noticed you laugh a bit. He was a bit confused at why you laughed. “Ray, that one is for you to decorate.” Ray felt a bit embarrassed but was quick to regain his composure. “Me? I’ve never really decorated an ornament, I’ve never really have the time.” He picked up the ornament and sat next to you. “Well then hopefully you have time now, Don’t you?” You hand him a marker so he could write something on it. He sighs and looks at you with a genuine smile. “Of course star. As long as it’s with you.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, making you flustered but still able to help out a bit. After awhile of giving him some tips along with a bit of messing around with small talk and jokes, you finished his and you finally finished yours. “Here I’ll clean up the mess. You did great Ray. Not bad for an old man.” You smiled, as Ray turned to you a bit stunned but at this point he’s used to it. “Wow star you really know how to make me feel speechless huh?” You laughed to yourself while cleaning up a bit while Ray put the two ornaments away, though plastic he seems to treat them as if they were glass. “But I do got to say this was actually very nice. Thank you star.” He said walking over to help clean up a bit. You couldn’t help but smile, you liked making him smile even if it was from the little things, you can’t help but feel that this Christmas was gonna be special for you and him this year.
Haley
Hal was always a person who was a nice person to talk to for you. And when asked to spend some time with them in their spare time they’re always down for it. You and Hal were now currently together. Miles was always teasing you both even doing the classic song of sitting in a tree. But you didn’t mind. You two decided to take things slow. You did have Halloween and thanksgiving together along with miles, but you wanted to try something for Christmas. That’s when you got the idea to make ornaments. You decided to get three one for you, miles, and Hal. “Alright what are you planning?” You took Hal’s hand and just smiled. “It’s a surprise! There’s no point if I just tell you.” Hal just laughed as you pulled them in the room where miles is already starting to decorate his ornament. “Oh hey Haley!” Miles said as he looked up for a moment and back to his ornament. “What all this?” You picked up they’re ornament and handed it to them. “I wanted to do something special this year since I’m gonna be with you this year.” You said while you felt your face heat up while you told them. Hal’s face turned a bit pick. They obviously felt flattered that you considered this special with them. “If your not gonna do yours Hal I can always do it!” Miles said as he was still making his ornament. It was obvious it was hero themed. You both laughed and Hal and you sat down and made your ornaments. Though Hal was a thief they weren’t the best at making ornaments. But it was still beautiful in your eyes. When all three of you were done you brought out a small tree and Hal laughed at how much you’ve planned this out, meanwhile miles was extremely excited. You all put your ornaments on the little tree. Though it wasn’t a big one. You know that it was special. Hal knew it to. They run their hand through their short hair, and smiled at you. “Thanks I really enjoyed this time together.” You smiled at Hal as you felt your face heat up again. “My ornament looks awesome doesn’t it?” You and Hal laughed. “Yep it sure does miles.” You responded back. Yep! This year was definitely gonna be more special this year.
✨🌹Hopefully this was to your liking dear anon. Have a happy thanksgiving and a happy holiday.🌹✨
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thank you so much for writing mandatory family reunion. i just reread it for the eighth time. i think im going to dedicate my life to life to reading your other sbi fics until you update again. also; do you have any tips for committing to fics and not leaving them half-finished?
ahhhh that’s so sweet glad you enjoyed!
As for writing fics, having it be your special interest really helps. But for more general advice on finishing:
-Don’t stick to just one story. Which seems counter intuitive! But inevitably you’re going to hit a snag in one story. So instead of stopping writing at all, switch projects. Writing involves a whole bunch of thinking, and stuff needs time to percolate in the back of your head. But having a small project to work on in the mean time keeps you engaged in the writing process, gives you practice, makes you feel like you’re making progress, and allows time to work out the other story. I personally have 1-2 main projects, Fault and MFR, and then rotate a couple back burner stories that I work on whenever I get inspiration and fully expect to have very slow progress and possibly never finish. Short stories, one shots, hell even just writing little one off scenes that don’t go anywhere. It’s a way to keep writing fun and thus you’re more likely to continue working on the stuff you’re trying to complete. Don’t feel bad if there’s breaks between working on your main project. Writing involves a lot of thinking and it takes time to do that.
-Devoting time to do that thinking also significantly helps. When you’re falling asleep can be a good time to rotate stories in your head. Could also be if you’re walking from place to place, or brushing your teeth, or other little gaps in the day. Even if you’re not physically writing, it’s still part of the process and can make it easier when you actually sit down to write because you know what scene you’re most excited to work on. Also, talking over your story idea with a friend is a great way to stay motivated if you can get over the mortifying ordeal of being known. You can bounce ideas off them, and other people’s investment in a project can be a great motivator to finish. Like legit a single ao3 comment once stopped me from my plan to abandon a fic. Reminding yourself why you (and other people) like the story makes it easier to want to continue.
-Keeping a rough outline of what you envision for the story can give you a road map to how close to done you are and where to go next. Just like you can hop between projects, I find jumping around the plot time line to write what scene I’m most interested in atm keeps me going instead of writing everything in order. Though, all writers have different degrees of plot planning, so that depends on your style.
-Art! I’m an artist, and while writing definitely fuels what I draw, I find doodling cool scenes I want to write really inspires me to keep going. This sorta falls under the same category of continuing to think about the story and motivating you to finish.
-I found keeping a writing journal has improved how I view my writing. Basically, I’ll jot down a bullet point list of scenes worked on that week/month. Writing is a very slow process, so seeing a timeline of actual progression on a story makes it feel like I’m actually getting more out of my head and onto paper. I also jot down what ideas for scenes I came up with since that’s also part of writing, and might include a chill no stakes writing goal for that period, like work on X or Y project, or a particular scene. Sometimes my goal is just ‘write at least one sentence’. I give it lots of leeway, and accept that the muse may just be somewhere else that week. And if the goal isn’t met, no sweat! Life can get busy at times and it’s more important that you aren’t beating yourself up if it’s been awhile since you last touched a project. Forcing yourself to write a scene that isn’t ready won’t result in a good scene or an happy writer. Switch projects, give yourself time to think about it, take care of yourself, etc.
And, legitimately, don’t be afraid to abandon a piece. Maybe you’ll come back to it, maybe you won’t. It can feel disheartening to feel like you can’t seem to finish a project, but unfinished pieces also do a lot for you: they hone your craft, allow you a creative outlet, give you scenes that could potentially be reworked for later pieces, and most importantly were hopefully fun to write! Story crafting is a hobby that should bring you joy, not frustration and shame.
Like, I have stories that will never see the light of day and are just so I can have fun and poke it with a stick occasionally. I’m 100% confident in saying that every author will have tenfold the number of unfinished wips compared to complete works. That’s just part of the creative process: exploring different worlds to find the one you want to write.
Perhaps a fic might never get finished, but in the wise words of Technoblade: “if you enjoy it, it’s not time wasted, no?”
(Now, I think he was talking about murdering people, but the point still stands.)
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making up w jongseob after an argument…🙏🏽
thank god i’m getting jongseob requests ohhhh my goddddd he makes me feel insane. he’s such a sweet boy that i feel like making up with him after an argument would be so wholesome but for the sake of hard hours!! let’s go with this..
it can either go two ways
1. you pissed him off so bad that he can’t help but fuck you into submission and remind you who you belong to
or
2. you both fucked up and said some really hurtful things to eachother in the heat of the argument, leading to tearful apologies and slow lovemaking in your bed
for the first option, i can see jongseob being very hyper-focused and calculated with his work, and when he chooses to work from your shared apartment, he can’t help but get annoyed at your constant interruptions and nagging. it’s nothing too serious, and the first few times you sparked up a conversation with him, he was happy for the break from all of his stress. eventually though, you begin to become impatient, murmuring under your breath that he isn’t giving you any attention, that he’s always too invested in work, that you’re bored and the dishes from breakfast are still not clean and he said he was gonna do them tonight! maybe he overreacts, but when you try to pull him out of his desk to spend time with you, he pulls his hand away and scolds you for not allowing him to focus, which pisses you off and leads to the two of you uselessly bickering over little things. after awhile of fighting you decide to cut the arguing short, grab your purse and keys, and make your way to the door to go anywhere away from him, but he reacts quicker, pulling you back in his direction (much to your dismay)….
after some resistance on your part, you both are able to silently sulk in the aftermath of your argument. seob surprisingly is the first to admit his wrongs, admitting that he might actually benefit from a break and that he was just being stubborn. you however, opt to be a brat, shutting down his excuses and irritating him once again. he finally decides to shuts off his pc and make his way towards you, apologies still woven into his lips as he pulls you into a hungry kiss to shut you up. it’s almost laughable how easily you melt into his embrace, but he doesn’t give you enough time to bask in the kiss before he’s pushing your back to the couch, climbing onto you, and taking off your pants in one swift motion. fucks you into oblivion, angrily thrusting into you and mocking your tears, not allowing you to apologize at this point because “weren’t you so hell bent on being a brat earlier?”. he’s not usually this dominant, this mean, but he figures you’ve forgotten basic manners and respect and he needs to fuck those principles back into you. after a few orgasms, you both lay next to each other spent, panting and making out some more before you break into a fit of giggles at how ridiculous the argument was. you definitely keep in mind, however, that if you ever want to get pounded into next week again, pissing your boyfriend off is the ideal way to go.
for the latter of the scenarios, i believe the insecurities of dating an idol could possibly catch up to you, and instead of jongseob being reassuring like he typically is, he isn’t in the best mood already and your constant questioning of his love makes him feel like he isn’t doing enough for you. tensions are high as he brushes your questions off, indirectly calling your insecurities silly, and on any other day you would agree with him and laugh at yourself for ever doubting how he feels about you, but on this instance, you take it more personal. you pause whatever movie the two of you are watching and continue to demand answers out of him, which leads to a huge fight that neither of you anticipated. the breaking point for jongseob is when you angrily ask “do you even love me?” to which he takes great offense, yelling back that “maybe i shouldn’t, i wouldn’t if i knew it was going to be this hard!”. he regrets his reply as soon as it exits his mouth but it’s no use, your eyes well up with tears and he can feel his heart sinking as he begs you to forgive him. eventually you both are in tears, with seob frantically explaining that he never meant it, that he loves you so much more than you’ll ever know, that he’s sorry he hasn’t been showing you that well enough.
when the pair of you’ve settled down from the fight and the tears have stopped spilling, jongseob pulls you into a kiss, taking breaks every now and then to whisper “i love you” against your mouth. the feelings and regrets become so overwhelming that you need to be close, need to feel each other, need to hold on to each other because you’ve never fought like this before, and kisses become hungrier as jongseob undresses you with the utmost love and care, never going a minute without telling you he loves you as your bodies connect to become one. your boyfriend’s thrusts are slow and passionate, both your eyes and fingers interlocked the entire time as the two of you continue to push apologies and words of affirmations from your lips. jongseob kisses you deeply as you both climax at the same time, the emotions only making the feeling more intense.
later, when you both have regulated your breathing, you cuddle up to eachother, jongseob peppering kisses all over your skin as he whispers more sweet nothings at the latest hours of night. your naked chests are pressed up tightly against each other, as if the two of you are afraid of letting go. jongseob strokes your bare back as you begin to fall asleep, and finally, you both feel at peace
a/n: i rambled so much this is a mess sorry..
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featuring: timeskip!kenma (kodzuken).
warnings: cringe probably, very cliché plot, gn!reader.
note: pls this was a writing after like 3 years, i’m sorry if there are incorrect grammars :’
the lights in his room are dimmed, only his gaming lights are switched on. kenma's sharp eyes stings when he turned on his desktop for the ninth time of the day.
he gets his live ready, he just hit 10 million subscribers and now he wants to celebrate it with a Q&A with his fans. well, he promised his fans anyways, there's no going back now.
as his live starts, the camera turns on and he sees the chat run saying their his and hellos. some fans notice his eyebags, worrying about his appearance. some are donating already, throwing thousands of yens to him.
his appearance is quite bad. eyebags visible and you can literally see the tiredness in his eyes. his shoulders looks weak. but he can't back up now, he tweeted that he was gonna be live to celebrate his new achievement.
kenma giggles, “thank you for the dono.. kodzulove. yes, yes, we’re doing a Q&A today. don’t worry, i promised you guys..”
he looks down searching for something. it took him a second since his room is dark. he shows his fans his favorite black hair tie and begin to tie up his dyed hair into a bun. a lot of his fans goes crazy over this, kenma doesn’t realize why though. somehow it’s hot to them.
“alright. let’s start! first of all, congratulations for me for hitting 10 million subscribers. but of course i wouldn’t achieve this without you all …” kenma continues to ramble about his achievement and his gratitude towards his fans.
“.. okay, i’ve rambled too much. let’s start the Q&A now, remember that i can’t see every question because you guys are going fast in the chat. maybe i should turn on slow-mode.” kenma sighs into the mic and coughs before starting.
he reads out a question, “why did you start your channel?”
“pretty much because i liked gaming since i was a child. then i found out i can make money out of it, so.. yeah.” he smiles.
“can you prank kuroo again?”
kenma laughed as he read the question, he remembers the day he pranked kuroo by wasting his money to buy fucking apple pies from the nearby bakery, “soon. maybe. that might be a death wish though.”
“when can we see you play observation duty?”
“ah, right! i’ll play that soon, the horror game won the poll i started right?”
after a few questions, kenma got bored until he finds an unusual question. his fans mostly questions him about him and his gaming industry. only a few would ask him about his private life, his true fans knows that kenma doesn’t like being questioned about his real life.
“kenma, how’s your partner?”
he reveals a sweet smile before speaking, “they’re doing great. they’re currently doing their essay in the room beside mine. you know, they brought me dinner and dessert to my desk today just before i started this live. i said thank you but i genuinely feel like i can’t show them the love they deserve.
my partner has been spoiling me these days and i just wanna say that it’s cute. when i got home yesterday, my desk was clean. no, my room was clean. then i saw them sleeping on my bean bag..”
kenma stops and reads a comment, “yeah, the green bean bag one fan bought me. thank you for that by the way.”
“but anyways, i just wanna say that i love them so much and i feel like i don’t deserve them. yeah, yeah. i get it. i never say these type of things. but really, i feel like i don’t appreciate their love enough. what do you guys think i should do for them?” he leans down to his chair for awhile.
his chat goes crazy, a lot of awws and suggestions were said. donations flows in quick and he can hear the notifications in his ears.
‘take them out to a date!’
‘get them a gift!’
kenma gets up and giggles while waving his hands in front of his camera, “i’ll do your suggestions. okay, enough of that. next!”
kenma knows that you’re doing your essay right now, but what he doesn’t know is that you have him in the background while you do your work.
you are absolutely ready for a surprise tomorrow.
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Yeosang SFW Alphabet
Yeosang x Gn!reader
w:none
requested by @anyamaris
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
he’s quite affectionate but only in private, prefers to do subtle skin ship in public
has a soft spot for linking pinkies
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
WHEN I TELL YOU HE IS SO FUNNY
constantly tries to get you to laugh
he’s also incredibly blunt, which makes him one of the best people to go to for advice
I also don’t see Yeo dating someone he wasn’t previously friends with before
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
he likes to cuddle but typically only before bed or during a movie
he likes when you rest against his shoulder or on his arm
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Yeosang is a homebody, it’s part of his more introverted nature
he wants to settle down but would want to wait awhile
but he isn’t the best at cooking and cleaning and would need some coaching we all saw how he cooked that egg
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I could see Yeosang wanting to avoid having this conversation for so long
he might even ghost you because he doesn’t want to make you upset or angry
which i’m turn just makes you even more upset
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I think commitment scares him a bit so it might take awhile for him to pop the question
don’t doubt he doesn’t want to be with you for a long time but the married title does scare him a bit
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
definitely more gentle physically then emotionally
he has a pretty blunt sense of humor and sometimes things can be interpreted differently than they originally meant too
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
loves hugs! i think sometimes he gets nervous initiating skin ship and would appreciate a partner that could read him well
someone who would be able to tell when he wants a hug without outright saying it
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
again titles and commitment scare him a bit, he isn’t going to move very quickly and would need a partner that would go slow with him
he definitely shows he loves you through actions before he says it out loud
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Yeosang isn’t really the jealous type, and if he does happen to get jealous he’ll get a bit sulky before ever getting angry
he understands you aren’t intentionally making him jealous and that it’s his own issue
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
kisses with yeosang and sweet and meaningful, he puts a lot of emotion into his actions and kisses are no exception
he likes to kiss your hands a lot, especially when you’re in public
he also loves when you kiss his collar bones
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Yeo thinks kids are cute, but he tends to be a bit awkward around them
he doesn’t quite know how to act around children but he tries his best
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
mornings are typically quiet
he likes to stay with you in bed for as long as possible before getting up to do his workout
would love if you went to work out with him
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
nights are typically also pretty quiet, he likes to curl up into bed with you
maybe watch a movie or show to wind down
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It would definitely take awhile, and he would probably talk to one of the members for advice before opening up to you
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
extremely patient with you, he does really well at managing his anger and is incredibly mature
he does a good job at talking to you during fights rather than getting angry
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
definitely forgetful of some thing’s, he is good at remembering the big stuff like anniversaries and birthdays
But some of the small details will be harder for him
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
One of his favorite memories was the day he first introduced you to the members, he was super nervous about how they may perceive you but was extremely grateful that you were welcomed with open arms
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Yeo is quite protective of you but shows it in smaller ways
always walks on the busy side of the road and guides you through crowds
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
loves to put in the effort on special occasions but on normal days there isn’t much too it
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
commitment is a hard thing for yeosang, he would need to be completely sure about his partner before moving to the next step
this may cause some doubts in your relationship, the two of you could be going at different paces and insecurities could arise
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s very concerned in the beginning but as time passes his attitude towards his own looks loosens up a bit
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Honestly no, Yeosang loves you but he wouldn’t feel incomplete without you
He misses you a ton but your absence don’t change how he goes about his day
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Yeosang loves to get you flowers and anytime he gets you a new bouquet he’ll always take one flower from it to keep, so he can tell when they start to wilt
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
I don’t think he would want to date someone who doesn’t have good hygiene and someone who doesn’t take care of themselves
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He doesn’t like to cuddle while he’s sleeping, you guy’s typically have a reserved cuddle time before actually going to bed
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PAC: What Effect Do You Have On Others?
Hello and welcome to my second PAC! I was not expecting the wonderful feedback from my first one. Thank you so much!! 💐 I hope I can continue putting out PACs everyone likes in the future 🙃 This one is about what effect you have on those around you and others you come in contact with. I hope you enjoy and feedback would be greatly appreciated as always 😊
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Please take a breath, close your eyes, and choose a cocktail that stands out most to you. This is a general reading, so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you feel inclined to choose more than one group, please feel free to do so.
Pictures are from Pinterest, credit to the owners. Editing was done by me.
Group One - Purple Cocktail | Group Two - Pink Cocktail | Group Three - Blue Cocktail | Group Four - Yellow Cocktail
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Group One 💜
2 of Swords, 5 of Swords (rx), The Chariot
Hello group 1, welcome to your reading! The effect you have on others is that you inspire them to take action. Where most people might avoid certain situations like apologizing when they’re wrong, taking responsibility over projects, or even just staying on path to reach a goal; you’re the one who goes out and pursues those things. You have a lot of determination and will power that inspires those around you but what they don’t understand is that it took a lot for you to gain this much control. You’re not letting hard choices and past mistakes take hold of you the way they used to and that is incredible of you, group one! That takes a lot of mental and emotional strength. What I see when hanging out with you is people getting inspired by your passion, like a leader making a speech at a pep rally. Lots of amped up energy but for a good cause. The unwavering calm in the chaos that people look to for answers. You could sway a crowd with your passionate words if you really wanted to. I feel that some of you may be activists, as well. Now that I think of it...if any of you have read "Magic, Lies, and Deadly Pies" your energy reminds me a lot of the character Melly. I definitely recommend that book! People look to you when it’s time to make difficult decisions. You seem to always have the answers and people can’t help but gravitate towards you. This is a good time to remind you that its ok to slow down every once in awhile, group one. There will always be a problem for you to solve after you get some much needed rest. Taking a breather is good for the soul🌬 I’m getting that some of you have this thing of going out of your way to find a mistake to fix. Some of you even go out of your way to start fights lol and Spirit is saying that you need to pull back from that energy a bit. Some issues aren’t worth your time and every conversation doesn’t need to turn into a debate, you know what I mean? Save that fire for the bigger issues. But other than that, you really know how to get people to kick it into gear and chase those goals! You've got great leadership qualities that I feel you should lean into more. Thanks for reading, group one! ☺️
Other intuitive messages for group one: 242; 424; purple hair; curls of either ribbon or hair; a city bus; Scorpio, Aquarius/11th house, Capricorn, Pisces placements; "Taco Tuesday"; library; bean bag chairs; meeting around a table/in a circle; study group kind of vibes
Group Two 💗
Queen of Cups (rx), The World (rx), Judgement
Hello and welcome to your reading, group 2! You have a very soothing and calming effect on others. There is something about you that makes people want to take their time to stop and smell the roses. People feel comfortable around you. Your vibe is very welcoming so it allows others to feel like they can open up to you. You may be a stickler for self care and self love, which i find to be so sweet. Over all, I’m just getting a really pleasant vibe from this group. When I try to envision hanging out with those who chose this group what I get is being surrounded by fluffy pink clouds, kind of an airy feel to the environment…time is moving by slowly but everyone has smiles on their face while chit chatting and eating finger sandwiches on comfy couches. Then we get a glimpse outside of the clouds where the rest of the world goes by in real time. There is so much hustle and bustle and it’s feels like you have to stick to a certain schedule. All that looks daunting so no one wants to leave the happy cloud space lol they just want to sit and hang out with you! You really know how to create a welcoming environment! I get the feeling that a handful of you like to host guests and parties. A lot of you have a knack for it. Your presence makes people want to slow down from their busy lives. People feel like they can share their inner feelings with you because you feel like a judgment free zone to them. I must warn to be careful with this because some people may become co dependent on you because of how safe you make them feel. I’m getting that it will be important for you to set firm boundaries with these individuals. Let them know when you aren’t emotionally available to take on their problems currently but will be at a later time. You’re definitely someone people go to when they need a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. The giver or mom of the friend group. You make people feel safe, loved, and cared for so you may find yourself being surrounded by people who need healing often. But with all that you do for other people, you have to remember to take time to care for yourself as well. It’s been a pleasure, group two, but your reading has now come to an end. Thank you for being here 😊
Other intuitive messages for group two: 626; Pisces, Virgo, Taurus, 7th house, Cancer/4th house placements; 727; Alice in Wonderland -esque tea party; the Mad Hatter specifically; Small feet; dainty cookies; melty marshmallow in hot cocoa; a lot of small, cute, and whimsy imagery like fluffly bunnies made out of cotton candy lol
Group Three 💙
The Fool, Hermit (rx), 9 of Wands
Welcome to your reading, group 3, nice to have you here! The effect you have on others is that there is just something about you that makes people want to get out of their comfort zones. I think a lot of people have the tendency to people please because they're afraid of being alone, but you don't seem to have that issue and people are awed and inspired by that. You aren't afraid to walk this path alone and you often leave people wondering how you do it so effortlessly. You're really good about keeping firm on your boundaries with others. Some people get off put or maybe even butthurt by this because they don't understand your reasoning for doing so, but others respect it but worry that you may isolate yourself too much from others at times. I'm getting that they just want to spend more time with you but also they don't want to bother or disrupt you because you're off doing you're own thing. Some may think there's a naivety to your nature but I think you're just more private about your plans so this leads to people assuming this about you. You'd just rather walk to the beat of your own drum and not everyone gets it's, but that's ok. Keep doing you. When hanging out with you, I think you'd rather dive into deeper or obscure topics. It makes some people uncomfortable but for others, it gets them out of their comfort zones and they think about topics they don't normally think about. They really enjoy your viewpoint on things. It may be different from what they normally get in their typical daily conversations. It seems that a lot of people admire your courage, group three. You have a lot of originality that people wish they could pull off! You often enjoy your own company and you also don't really let other people's opinion obscure your own. By doing this, you've created a style or a vibe about you that's all your own. You're pretty resilient as well. It looks like a lot of you who chose this pile have had to struggle to keep their originality by either having to support themselves in a not so typical fashion or having to stand up for their sense of style or interests. You seem to always get lucky in your pursuits and it often leaves people wondering how you do it. Honestly, a lot of you in this group have a handful of haters in your midst lol. A good handful of people around you always expect you to fail in your endeavors so they get really surprised when they turn out in your favor. Good for you, pile three! Show those haters how it's done 😂 overall, you keep people guessing. People are interested in what you're up to next. Thank you for reading, group three!
Other intuitive message for group three: 818; caramel corn; team mates acting against each other; red and blue; roasted carrots; Capricorn/10th house, Gemini/3rd house, Sagittarius/9th house placements; plaid scarf; a potluck; smell of herbs on your fingertips; cheers like a toast; checking off a to do list; koalas
Group Four 💛
7 of Cups, Ace of Cups (rx), 10 of Pentacles
Hi there, group four, welcome to your reading! I'll jump right to it. You have a very dependable but at the same time illusionary effect on others. By this I mean that the people around you may not entirely know the real you and it seems that most of you are fine with this, for the most part! For those of you who are not, it's ok to show the real you and you should probably do it more often. Others will be a lot more accepting of the true you than you may realize. A lot of you in this group may be the people pleaser of the friend group, which isn't a bad thing but you should ask yourself if you're really content doing it... People see in you what you can do for them and that has an effect on them. They get excited about the possibilities. You may try to come off as wealthy, or over selling how much you really enjoy your job, or you often post about going out to eat, treating yourself or your friends to nice things, partying, etc... just really playing up your lifestyle. These are all lovely things and kudos to you for achieving them, but are you really happy and doing it for yourself? Or are you only doing it because you want people to believe you're happy and successful? A lot of people in your group like to take advantage of your good nature and need to do things for others. There is nothing wrong with doing things for others from the kindness of your heart. But with that, give yourself some respect by getting rid of toxic individuals and setting firmer boundaries for yourself. A lot of you like to paint a picture for others to see so that they may be distracted by who you are behind the mask. For the most part, people believe the image you're trying to portray. But for those closest and who truly care about you, they do worry about you burning out trying to keep everyone else happy. You don't need to make everyone else happy, dear. Your true friends will enjoy your company regardless of what you can offer them. You repress your emotions a lot and others can sense it but most of them aren't going to pry and pull it out of you. Spirit is urging you to be more vocal about things that are bothering you. what I'm getting is that, for a lot of you in this group, people find you to be a little bit naive. They think you have a lot of opportunities going for you but may feel you're not taking them as seriously as you could be. It seems that a lot of people are confused about how to feel about you, group four. On one hand, people see you as financially secure, successful, and that you have a good home life. But on the other hand, they get a vibe that you're not as happy as you try to come off to people and they wonder what it is you're hiding. For those of you who are ok with people not getting the full picture of you, keep doing you! For those of you who are not, Spirit is encouraging a change in how you present yourself to others. You'll be pleasantly surprised by the outcome. All right, that's it's for now group 4! Thanks for joining me ☺️
Other intuitive messages for group four: 123; purple perfume bottle; Pisces, Libra/7th house, Gemini, Virgo placements; adventures; starting over; spilled milk; something to do with either hunting or a trophy of sorts; “fair game”; take out menus; Snorlax the Pokémon; picking berries
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Titan Bending Chapter 5
Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader
Chapter Warnings: punching, anger, talks of childhood fighting
A/N: Switching my post days to Fridays instead of Mondays, I think I'll like this better and hopefully more people will be able to see it this way
WC: 2100
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Levi shifts a little and I can tell he’s glancing over his shoulder to see who might be bothering him. I’m not sure if he didn’t really realize it was me or if he didn’t care, but he just returned to his original position without acknowledging me. I roll my eyes and turn to go back inside, when my own thoughts stop me.
Ya know what? I’ll be damned if this little shit is going to ruin my night. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction.
Turning back, I wordlessly take a seat next to him. I can see from my peripheral vision that he glares at me, but stays silent himself. We sit there for a prolonged period of time, lost in our own thoughts. After a while, I successfully forget he’s next to me and my mind drifts as I stare at the moon and stars. The sight of a familiar constellation brings a smile to my face and reminds me of pointing out constellations with Zuko and Iroh.
I hope the Gaang is okay. At least, even if I never get to see them again, I know that we sleep under the same sky full of stars.
I sigh and pull my knees to my chest, closing my eyes.
“Are you cold?” Levi’s voice cuts through the silence and makes me jump.
I turn to look at him and see that he’s already staring at me. Caught off guard by what seems like genuine worry for my condition, I stutter out “Oh, uh, no. No, I’m alright. Just…just thinking.” I trail off and return my eyes to the sky. Now aware that he’s next to me, I can feel Levi still looking at me.
“About?” he asks curtly.
I turn back to him with furrowed eyebrows. “Huh?” I utter.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks again, just as short as before.
I snort at his audacity. “You know, if you don’t want to talk to me you don’t have to. YOU are the one that started speaking to ME just now,” I say before pausing and quietly adding “if you must know though, I’m just thinking about my friends back home.” I glance off again, opting to remain vague.
He doesn’t need to know more than that. He’s lucky I’ve even told him this much.
Silence falls over us again, but this time it’s me that breaks it. “What about you? You’ve been sitting here quietly longer than I have, what is it that you’re thinking about?” I ask.
He sizes me up before giving me an equally vague answer, “I come up here so I can get away from thinking for awhile.”
I nod in understanding. After a moment, I speak both in response to Levi and to no one in particular, “stargazing is really calming. I do it any time I need to clear my mind, too.”
The quiet settles back in, and after what feels like a lifetime, I can see the tiniest sliver of light over the horizon. My eyes start to get heavy and a yawn escapes. Stretching, I stand up and go to leave, but not before turning to Levi one last time and quickly and quietly bidding him a goodnight. Before he has a chance to respond, I go back inside and wander back to my room.
Stripping out of my outside clothes, I put on the only t-shirt and shorts that I own outside of my daily outfit. I collapse back in bed, grateful that I don’t have windows to allow any light in. I drift to sleep almost immediately.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The sound of two quick pounds on my door startles me. Without bothering to get out of bed, I roll over and groan, “who is it and what the hell do you want?”
A voice I don’t recognize responds, “Uh, it’s- it’s Jean. Captain Levi sent me to come get you for training.”
I groan again. I feel my eyes closing against my will, and I scratch out, “Well, you can tell Levi that he can shove it.”
There’s a pause.
“Um, I uh, I don’t uh, that-”
Aggravated, I throw off the blanket and stomp to the door, throwing it open. I have to shade my eyes against the onslaught of light. Once my eyes adjust I can see that this is one of the kids that was sitting with us yesterday. “What seems to be the problem, Jean? And good god, what time is it?”
“It’s uh, 8AM. And it’s, it’s just that, if I go back without you, I’ll get in trouble with the captain,” he rambles on.
I rub my face again and question further, “you really are telling me that YOU will get yelled at because of MY response?” He vigorously nods. I sigh and throw on my shoes without bothering to put on socks or tie them.
Marching towards the training field, it looks like I’m the one leading this poor child around. The closer we get, the angrier I become. Walking onto the field, Jean goes and joins his friends and I see that Eren, Armin, and the black haired girl are among them. But I don’t stop. I am practically stomping my way over to Levi and it’s not until I’m almost on top of him that he even bothers to glance at me. Big mistake.
He hasn’t even turned to look at me entirely when my fist connects with his face. Hard. I practically spin him and I can tell he’s genuinely surprised. I don’t register the silence that’s fallen across the field.
“Listen here you little shit! You seem to be the only person that doesn’t comprehend that I’m not a soldier. I trained last night. Alone. And probably harder than any training you are having these children do. And, speaking of children, how DARE you scare that poor boy so badly over being a fucking messenger! Your subordinates don’t respect you, they fear you and that makes you a piss poor leader. But I’ll tell you this now, I’m not afraid of you like everyone else around here seems to be. So if you have a problem with me, you come and deal with it like a real fucking man, don’t send one of them that’s petrified to tell you something you don’t want to hear.”
I don’t allow him a chance to respond before I turn on my heel and storm off of the field. It’s only as I’m walking away that I see the pure shock on everyone’s faces.
Why the hell is everyone here so concerned about this man? Just because he’s an asshole doesn’t mean jack shit!
When I get back to my room, I finally allow myself to shake out my hand. I quickly heal my aching knuckles and have the fleeting thought that I definitely punched him harder than I intended. I realize I cannot be bothered with this thought and flop back into bed, falling asleep again in no time at all.
By the time I wake back up, it’s most of the way through the afternoon. I throw on my clothes and walk next door to Hange’s lab where I find her toiling away at god knows what. When she sees me, she screeches and claps her hands.
“Levi might hate you but, god, I absolutely just LOVE you! That was legendary! No one stands up to him, but that’s because we’re all just used to him. But you! You are really shaking things up around here.”
She speaks so quickly that it takes me a moment to process everything she’s saying, but when I do I smile and say “he’s just been nothing but rude to me from minute one and I’m tired of it. I guess the line for me is that I don’t like how he was treating those kids. Why is everyone so intimidated by him anyway?”
“Oh, he’s intimidating alright. He has the highest kill count of any of the Scouts. He’s widely known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier and is insanely talented with the ODM gear and just in any kind of battle situation. He has the record for the fastest time on our training course. Well, he did until yesterday that is.”
All I can muster is a distant “huh,” although I don’t think Hange even heard it as she continued talking.
“He’s not all that bad though. He honestly really cares but he’d never say that. Everyone does really look up to him and respect him, despite how it might seem, because at the end of the day he’s earned it.”
I mull over Hange’s words, suddenly feeling a bit guilty about calling him out in front of everyone. She must have noticed and quickly tries to reassure me by saying, “don’t worry though Y/N, if anyone can take a punch and some criticism, it’s Levi. Come on, it’s got to be about time for dinner.” I smile at her as we head to the dining hall.
Dinner was normal, save for the kids really seeming amazed at what I did and said to Levi. This only makes me worry more about my earlier actions. After finishing up, I head to Levi’s quarters instead of my own. I hesitate but ultimately knock quickly.
“Name and business,” he calls from the other side of the door.
“It’s, uh, it’s Y/N.” I rub my neck as I wait for his response. There’s a long pause before he finally invites me in with clear hesitation in his voice.
I enter slowly and see that his office and bedroom space is immaculate. I try not to pry by looking around and instead glance at him.
Damn, if looks could kill.
“What do you want?” Levi asks when I don’t say anything for a moment.
“I, uh,” I take a deep breath to steady myself and meet glare with a soft gaze. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I was frustrated that my terms for working with the scouts weren’t being respected. Additionally, these kids are all about the same age as my friends back home, so I think I took Jean’s concern about potential consequences personally. Even so, it wasn’t right for me to do and say that in front of your entire squad. No matter what my opinions are, I shouldn’t have aired that out publicly and undermined your authority. All of this is to say: I’m sorry, and I can assure you that it won’t happen again.”
I pause awkwardly for a minute as he blinks at me. The anger seems to have left his eyes but I can’t place the emotion that replaced it. As I’m trying to decode his expression, it dawns on me that there’s a pretty nasty bruise on his face from where I hit him. I grimace at it and quickly add, “shit, I’m also sorry that I punched you a lot harder than I actually intended to. Here,” I approach to get a better look at it and he backs away.
“The least I can do is heal it up so you don’t have this nasty bruise,” I lean forward as I inspect the bruise and this time he lets me. I collect a bit of water before asking, “may I?”
He simply nods in response. I bring my hand up to his face and he closes his eyes. My water begins to glow and I can tell for a split second it hurts before the pain begins to dissipate. As I continue healing him, he surprises me by beginning to speak.
“I’ve been hit more than my fair share, but never quite that hard. Where’d you learn to punch like that?”
I chuckle as I finish healing him. When I’m done, I lean back and smile before I shrug and say, “I used to fight for money. As a 12 year old girl, you’ve gotta be able to hit pretty hard if you wanna stand a chance against grown men.”
He continues to stare at me as I walk away. With my hand on the door, I turn back to him and say, “I’m still going to train on my own, but I’ll try to be more of a team player. I’ll help the team clean each day from here on out, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of Hange’s experiments. Have a good evening Levi.”
I step out of his quarters, leaving him seemingly shaken by something I said or did. I chuckle to myself and get ready to train for the night.
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Hey, since you said other group requests are okay, can you do a future spouse reading on enhypen's jay and jake? Thanks.
Remember to take this lightly! With the Jake one I actually got a visual of Jake with a male; this doesn’t necessarily mean anything but I just thought it was interesting
Jake
His fs is a very go with the flow type of person, they let go things easily and are very much living in the present. They have a lot of knowledge I feel like as a hobby them enjoy learning facts; so they can tell people as a ice breaker (me too…)
Despite, their carefree personality. I don’t actually think this personality is best for what they pursue? They have a quite demanding job and a lot of responsibilities. They need to be serious, (I have a feeling this could be a family business) anyways, his fs might not be really into it the business and probably wants to do something else. Jake really supports them on this and sees how they aren’t really into their current job. Jake offers them help job hunting.
They learn new skills together, hiking possibly? They enjoy planning trips with Jake in mind. If Jake wants to visit a place his s/o will prioritise that and make sure they can go. His fs wants to do most of the cool things in the present so as they get older they can settle. They plan on calming and settling down with Jake.
Jay
He met his fs in a time where he lost a bit of hope (in himself and humanity) possibly he was struggling to find a special someone? I think he was feeling alone when he met them. His fs REALLY FITS HIS EXPECTATIONS. I think he was losing hope in humanity because he couldn’t find anyone who was ‘for him’.
I feel like his fs treats him to small little but meaningful to him presents a lot. I feel like his fs treats him a bit like a puppy. When he does something that pleases them he gets rewards when he annoys them he gets kicked out of the bedroom and has to sleep on the couch 🌝
A lot of my cards relate to destiny and fate. Im starting to feel like possibly their name means one of these things. And just their relationship story in general. I think to others it might seem that Jay has high expectations (and he does) but to them it’s like ‘I’m the only one who he will ever love” yeah
Beginning of the relationship they moved a little too fast definitely. Like 2 months in and they were living with each other. But when they realised there was nothing else to do but get married and have some kids now they both knew that they should’ve slowed down. Now they felt unsettled and it took awhile for things to click back in place; I feel like Jay got his own place which the both of them agreed would be best until you know, they know each other more.
His fs is a career woman, they move often for work reasons. Jay comes along too. He likes travelling the world with his favourite person.
His fs has a lot of goals and Jay has mostly check boxed all his goals. So it’s really just Jay tagging along while his fs goes through their ambitions.
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"You... you really mean it, don't you?"
regarding Liko when she calls herself a burden
Initially I had an idea on how to go about it but after watching episode 16, I decided to change this into another 'what if' scene between Liko and Dot at the end of that episode. I'm very fond of the bond that they have so hopefully it came across in this piece! I suppose you could see it as LikoDot if you squint haha
Series: Pokemon Horizons
Characters: Liko, Dot
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Like a solitary bird on a lonely migration, the Brave Asagi glided persistently onward through the calm night sky where the full moon cast its gentle light upon the ruminating girl and her feline. To think that just a few hours ago, she and her friends faced off against an unknown enemy that had no reservations in harming them directly.
If not for the sudden burst of light that guided Liko towards her pendant and Arboliva’s timely appearance, that dangerous enemy might have gotten away with it.
She lightly shivered from the echoed memory of their voice gloating about erasing her memory again. Not just her but Roy and Dot too. Liko knew that Pokemon were capable of various feats but to come across one that wiped her memories of her precious friends… fear and anger warred within her.
A hot, uncomfortable warmth bubbled within her chest. Anger wasn’t an emotion Liko experienced often, nor one that she wanted to feel in the first place but it naturally came up at the thought of that person taking away something so precious to her. The Rising Volt Tacklers were important to her; they taught her the value of friendship, of forming bonds with people who care for one another. Without them, the Explorers would have made off with her pendant on that night before Friede’s sudden appearance.
How dared they do something so… so vile! Erasing a part of someone like that for no reason other than they could just felt so evil!
But when her thoughts focused on that, fear swiftly doused out that spark, leaving her chilled to the core. Liko knew that so long as her pendant remained with her, the Explorers would come after it. Amethio was no less scary in his own right but at least he would battle and claim the spoils after. This person chose to go the subtle, manipulative route instead up until the very end.
(Liko caught a glimpse of the person though the only real characteristics she remembered were their long hair. The pendant’s light and Arboliva’s appearance took most of her attention at the time).
Once again had it not been for the timely intervention by something or someone, her pendant would have been in the Explorers hands. She wasn’t blind to the fact that things worked out time and time again in the end because of unforeseen, external forces. Friede, that black Rayquaza and now Arboliva. Had they not appeared when they did…
Another light shiver rippled down her spine. Liko lightly rubbed an arm, an act that went unnoticed by Sprigatito. It briefly lifted its head to look up with a concerned nya?
Liko managed a tiny smile. “Don’t worry Sprigatito, I’m alright.”
Her starter eyed her for awhile longer before settling back into a tight ball by her side. Liko released a slow breath, hands grasped together over her chest.
Ultimately she was glad to have her pendant back but it was at the expense of troubling everyone. A single misstep could have been disastrous…
The soft swish of the door behind drew her attention back to the present before it could spiral. Liko looked up, surprised to see Dot in person. She went to lean against the railing next to her.
Until today, Liko didn’t expect to see her friend face to face like this. She was content to slowly form a bond with Dot–a fellow Nidothing super fan!–as she didn’t want to push the other girl too much or too quickly. Liko knew how overwhelming it could get, especially to someone who already said that in real life stuff was too troublesome. She had hopes of seeing Dot in person someday but never in her wildest dreams that today would be it.
Her expression crumpled slightly once she recalled seeing Dot hugging Quaxly as that Magneton charged up that attack. Liko placed her friends in danger again… she needed to apologize.
“Um–”
“Hey–”
Both girls paused, falling into a brief awkward silence. Liko cleared her throat before trying again. “Uh, what is it?”
Dot appeared to hesitate, head turning away slightly from her. “Oh, uh… nothing really…”
That sent Quaxly into a small fit with its angry squawks and flapping wings. It seemed that the Water-type’s displeasure flustered her friend.
“I get it, already!” Dot grumbled, turning to properly face her. A few more seconds passed by in silence.
“Thanks for coming to save me,” she spoke at last.
A smile easily came to Liko even as her heart ached. She didn’t deserve that gratitude seeing that Dot landed in trouble because of her. Still, Liko replied with, “It’s only natural. You did the same to me… even if it was because of me in the first place…”
Liko mumbled that last part but she underestimated how keen her friend’s hearing was. Dot stood up a little straighter from her slouch. Even with her eyes covered by her bangs, Liko sensed the heavy gaze.
“Wait back up, what do you mean by that?”
Liko had to squash down the sudden urge to curl in on herself. A part of her wanted to assure Dot, maybe wave it off like how Friede was prone to do. The rest didn’t want to add more to her guilt by lying to her friend.
Silence stretched briefly between the pair. At last, Liko relented.
“I… you got into danger because of me. I was a burden to everyone, causing a lot of trouble…” she whispered, grasping her hands atop her lap.
Sprigatito sensed her silent distress so it got up to rub its head against her arm in attempt to soothe her. Liko managed to free a hand to lightly rub Sprigatito between its ears.
In the meantime, Liko failed to notice the way Dot stared at her in surprise.
“Liko–you’re not a burden!”
Liko stared at her lap. Her silence easily answered how she really thought about it. Dot released a soft breath beside her.
“You… you really mean it, don’t you?”
“It’s true, isn’t it? I got myself caught and caused trouble to everyone. I put you and Roy in danger. I know that if it wasn’t for Arboliva, we could have had all our memories erased.” Her words rose no more than a whisper, tinged with frustration at herself.
Dot’s lack of response seemingly confirmed her thoughts. She really was a burden–
“Argh, this is why in real life stuff is such a pain…” Dot muttered, rubbing the back of her head. She took in a steadying breath before clearing her throat, prompting Liko to look up at her.
“Look, the opponent this time was… tricky. They messed with the signal to keep the airship from flying. Made loads of fake accounts to send us on a wild Farfetch’d chase when we were searching for you. They ordered their Pokemon remotely, meaning that they don’t want us to know who they are.” Dot paused, seemingly to catch her breath.
“You’re not a burden for getting caught up in that. I don’t think even adults could’ve handled the sort of stuff this person did. What’s important is that… you’re safe and back with us. It’s a pain but… I’d do it again to save you cause you’re my friend…”
Dot looked away as she mumbled the last part. Liko hoped that the night hid the warmth that suffused her cheeks. Somehow, Dot’s words chased away that lingering chill, replaced by a soft warmth filling her chest. A smile came unbidden, eyes shimmering. Liko quickly swiped at them with her hand.
“Thank you Dot. You’re my precious friend too,” she replied earnestly. Just like her, the cover of darkness hid the red tint on Dot’s own cheeks. The other girl mumbled something indistinct, though Liko caught a faint you’re welcome.
While it wasn’t enough to fully chase away her doubts, Liko trusted Dot’s words enough to ease her guilt. This time, a comfortable silence draped over them–which shattered by Quaxly throwing another small fit.
“Okay, okay!” Dot turned back to face her. She took in another steadying breath. “What I really wanted to say is, …uh, I’m sorry.”
“Huh?” Liko couldn’t hide the surprise in her expression. Why did Dot feel the need to apologize?
“I’m sorry for not saying anything. Half was it being a pain, and half of it was me wanting to tell you myself but…”
Now Liko got confused. What was this about?
“You don’t get it?”
Seeing that she didn’t know how to respond to that, Liko nodded ever so slightly, lips set into a polite smile.
“Well, you know, it’s about Nidothing…”
Oh! So was it about that? To think that Dot was going the extra mile of making her feel better.
“Huh? Oh, you’re…”
“You knew?” Dot looked surprised but really, nothing got past her when it came to Nidothing!
“Of course! You’re a Nidothing super fan!”
“I’m not!” Her swift denial startled Liko. Dot had a whole Nidothing costume didn’t she? Wasn’t that a sign of her being a super fan too? Liko would have gotten one herself if she knew where to buy it in the first place.
Dot smoothed down her bangs in a flustered gesture. “Why can’t you figure it out?” Abruptly, she leaned into Liko’s personal space, pointing at herself. “I… am Nidothing!”
“Eh?” Wait, so Dot wasn’t a Nidothing super fan but Nidothing herself?
The moment it truly registered in her mind, the only thing Liko could do was scream.
“EHHHHH???”
–
“Oof, she sure has a set of lungs on her. Still, Murdock would be happy to know about this.” A brief pause as the shadowed figure silently entered the elevator. With how flustered those two were, they didn’t notice. “I think those two would be alright, don’t you think so?”
“Pikapi!”
#Pokemon Horizons#Pokeani#Anipoke#Liko (Pokemon)#Dot (Pokemon)#LikoDot#Guruminshipping#Hana writes stuff
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